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Summerween (Jefferson; OUAT)

Notes~ • So it is smutty-ish • Part two with actually smut??? Or no???? • Jefferson and you have an off again on again kind of relationship • Plz comment any spelling/grammar mistakes • I'm open for requests • August is an adult still in this one ------------------------------------------------------- Keys~ Y/N: Your Name H/L: Hair Length H/C: Hair Color Your P.O.V. A huge smile rests on my face as I pull out my Summerween costume. In Storybrooke we have two halloweens to keep the children happy and it may or may not before the adults to have more fun with they're partying and skimpy outfits. I gather are the different pieces and set them on my bed. I've had this outfit planned out since last Halloween. You see I want to dress up as the Mad Hatter, or Jefferson as most know him here. We have a complicated relationship with him wanting to date but not having me around his daughter or anyone else for that matter. Being like this pretty much means we have sex and then one of us goes home. This causes us to fight, 'break up' and than have make up sex for it all just to start over again. Speaking of his daughter, I should probably call to see if Jefferson is going to have Grace tonight or not.I plop on my bed and unplug my phone before flipping through my contacts till I find his name. I roll onto my back and listen to it ring for a while. Finally someone picks it up. "Hello?" A soft girls voice says. There's my answer. I think to myself with an eye roll. I love Jeff and I totally understand him loving his daughter and wanting to spend time with her seeing how the last twenty-eight years without her has affected him but still, I'm his lover. "Hello Sweetheart! Is Mr. Hatter home?" I ask sweetly. There's some shuffling and a soft call of "Dad? Someone called your phone!" There's some shuffling again before Jefferson is finally on the phone. "Hello, My Ace of Hearts." He says in a whisper, calling me by his nickname, a smile obviously on his face. From the whisper I'm assuming he's hiding from his daughter or anyone else in the house for that matter. I hum softly and sit up on my bed. "Hello my dear love." I say back, standing up and plugging in my curling iron. "I love hearing from you my dear, but why is it that you called? I am with my daughter after all." The words sting but I don't let them get to me. Instead I play my own little game. "Oh dear....." I say sorrowfully. "What? What is it Y/N? Is something wrong?" He asks, worry coating his words and making me smirk. "Nothing is the matter. I was just looking forward to letting you see my Summerween custom. I was really exciting seeing how it'll be to your liking." "Well my dear I would love that but I have my da-" "Oh, no, no, no!" I cut him off, knowing it'll have to be quite a fight to convince him to give up the night his Grace so I can have some fun. "It is no problem! No problem at all! I am sure that I can find someone else to-do tonight." I can already sense the rage and jealousy coming off of him through the phone. His jaw is clenched and his anger is already bubbling when he says "What do you mean 'someone else'?!" I smile to myself and shrug even though he can't see it. "We aren't dating according to you." "So?" He hisses through the phone like a pissed off snake. My smile grows the more he gets upset. His anger builds up in bigger and bigger and I can't wait to start a flood. "So, since you're busy I'll just go see if August isn't busy tonight." "You are not going to sleep around with that pine tree of a person!" Jefferson starts screaming at me before he's interrupts. There's some hush talking that is easy to make out between Grace and him. He's silent for a moment, probably quitting for Grace to walk away before continuing. "Don't go see August." "And do what? Sit around and do nothing tonight? You're not boyfriend so you can't stop me from seeing anyone else for the night." I already know the high tide is down for him but that isn't going to stop the waves from crashing. "I have to go." He mumbles before hanging up on me. I shrug it off and leave my phone on the bed before walking back off to my make up table. When I'm done my H/L H/C hair is super curly and cups m face perfectly. You can be Alice, I'll be the mad Hatter! My phone sings, signaling that Jefferson is trying to call me again. I let it finish ringing and wait ten minutes to call back. I use my free time to do my makeup that goes with my costume style. Finally when I do call back it rings three times till he picks up. "My apologies" I mumble, adding the last touches to my eyeliner. "I was busy." "Busy doing what?" Hisses the Hatter. I smile and put him on speaker phone before pulling out my bag of lipstick. "I was busy doing my makeup so I look on point for whatever plans I have tonight." "I hope you plan on coming over here tonight." He says swiftly, as if he's a teen who has parents out of town for the night. I smile and slide red lipstick over a slim middle section of my lips till it's bright red. "I thought you had your daughter today. I know from his chuckle that he's smirking. He's just as aware of my games as I am of his. Wrapping around the edges of the red I add a purple-ish pink color. "It seems that her best friend Stacy is having a Summerween party and convinced her parents to let her have a sleepover." "How Ironic." I mumble, adding the blue to the corners of my lips. I know he wants to fight but he bites his tongue, knowing that it'll pay off in his favorite later tonight. "I might have bribed her father a little." If i was there with him he'd be rubbing his neck and avoiding my eyes. I even out the lipsticks and use a silver gloss to make my lips shine and to add silver chips to mix up in it. I add dangly earrings with different color crystals and a necklace that surprisingly Jefferson got for me. "Maybe I'll stop by later" I say with a smile as I admire the piece of sparkling jewelry. "Maybe you will" We both know I will. After that I hang up on him and go back to getting ready. I strip down and back sure I put on my best pair of matching, red, lace panties on bra before slipping on the rest of my cloths. I wear thigh high stockings with garters that connect to my way to short black skirt. There's a little bow in the middle of the skirt that is super visible with the coat I'm wearing. I have one of my Lover's scarves wrapped around my lips but not enough that my bow is covering. As for the coat, it is mostly open with only one button closed in the middle of my torso. I check myself out in the mirror and smiles happily at how well it shows of my stomach and boobs. I like hot damn! I tell myself as I slip on my knee high black boots. The last piece is Jefferson's favorite hat that he left here last week when he visit me for some 'fun'. It's funny seeing how he has no idea where it is. He thinks he left it at Granny's or something like that. I grab my wallet and slip my phone into one of the pouches before walking out into the warm July air. The warm prickles my skin even at eight thirty, which I'm glad for because October in Storybrooke is freezing! Hatter lives a few blocks away so I decide to walk instead of wasting gas in my car. With me walking I run into a few people I know. I get cat calls from some of the guys and glares from girls on the street. With having so many kids the Mayor has set up roles for our Halloweens. No ground up fun is allowed during kid trick or treating. During Summerween trick or treating is from five to eight and the rest of the night is for the adults. During Halloween it's from three till six and again the rest for the adults. The Queen gets really worried about Henry getting sick, hence the two hour bump up. There's another whistle as I stand out Jefferson's door. I ignore it till my name is called "Y/N lookin' quite sexy tonight!" I flip around and see none other than Hook. I smile and run up to him and he instantly engulfs me in a hug. "How fares yer day me little lassie?" "I be good cap'n!" I say, my pirate accent sinking through my words. "Where are ye off too? T' see the jackass o' a partner?" Hook ask, setting me back on my feet. I giggle and shake my head at before saying "Papa be fine wit' it Cap'n! Plus Jefferson ain't that bad!" Hook forces me to look into his eyes as he says what the whole crew besides Papa has been telling me since day one. "Yer Papa, me dearest first mate, be blind wit' his belief that everyone sees ye as mighty as the crew. That scallywag be bad new" His eyes are sharp with hatred for Jeff and concern for me. Captain looks at me for a while longer before letting me go. "Ye 'ave yer Papa's stubbornness. Easily pushed around but won't let somethin' slide if he doesn't wants it too. Definitely 'ave Smee blood in those veins o' yers." He says, laughing and kissing my forehead. I smile after him before hopping up the stairs. Before I can knock the door sings over. "Why was the dirty pirate touching you?" I roll my eyes and say "Good t' fair winds t' ye too, love." He raises his eyebrows at me and it takes me awhile to realize what I said. "Opps, sorry babe." "You sound like a pirate." "I am a pirate." I shoot back. Jefferson looks like he's been slapped. "What?" I question him curiously. He opens and closes his mouth for a while before saying, "Why don't I know this?" I shrug and say "You've never asked." He's silent for a moment before looking me up and down. "Trick or Treat" I say, leaning up to whisper it in his ear. This gets me a hic in his breath followed by nervous laughing. I sink back down to my feet and pout with my arms around my lovers neck. "What? Don't like my costume?" Jefferson blushes and places his hands on my hips. He looks me up and down again before saying "N-no..... It's ah..... Wow." His face is flushed and he has to look up at the ceiling to cool down some. I kiss up his neck and start undoing his shirt. His hands venture from under my skirt to the button on my trench coat. He undoes it and pushes the coat off. It slowly falls to the ground and makes a small puff sound. Soon his shirt follows and hits the ground. "Fuck Y/N" He mumbles, as I suck on his collar and my fingers mess with his belt. I smile to myself when I finally have his pants over and we manage to stumble up the stairs and into the bedroom. "You're staying, all night." He mumbles as I trail kisses all the way down to his waist. I smile more and whisper "Gladly"

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fnaficsfordays · 4 years

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A Change of Heart

I probably should have posted this a while ago but screw it-

Only the prologue’s being posted here on tumblr but the full story will be found in the AO3 Link.

AO3 Link

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"Let's change it around to… green."

"...Ah."

"Doesn't work for you now, Scott?"

"No, but… this does."

"Oh, you phone-headed fucker-"

"Red."

"And the one color I didn't have!"

"Well, do you have it now, Mike?"

"No."

"Well, that works for me."

"Eh, it's nice but… I gotta switch it up a little."

"Oh no, after you, Bon."

"Hey, that works too!"

"Argh, y'all landlubbers done with switching us 'round?"

"Sure, why not."

"I don't have that either…"

Michael muttered the words underneath his breath as he reached for the deck, his hand growing fuller with each card that joined it. At last, he pulled out a yellow card, slapping it down on the pile. 15 cards. He was left with 15 cards.

"Don't act like that yet, Michael. The game's just started-"

"Yeah, it totally makes me feel better that we're ten seconds in and I've got 15 cards in my hand." He remarked, glaring at the phone-head. "You're only sitting at five, Scott."

“Anything could happen." Jeremy giggled, arms wrapped around the taller man’s torso, head resting against the red mask. “Don’t be a grump, Mike.”

"Hmmph."

"Y'all already need a drink or two? Looks like it's already getting heated." The chirp sounded from the doorway, Michael raising his eyes to look at the yellow head poking through, mechanical beak set in a slight smile.

"Eh, I'm all set, Chi." Vincent shrugged besides him, silver eyes sparkling with amusement. "Why don't you ask Michael?"

"...No. For now." He grumbled.

"Jeepers, now I remember why we don't play this game often." The hearty chuckle came from across the circle, a brown bear animatronic sitting crossed-legged on the floor. "With any luck, we'll be able to leave this nightshift with all of our limbs intact!"

"Arr, yee stay too hopeful, Freddy." Foxy shook his red ears as he placed a card down. "This ain't no scallywag's game, after all! Yee born in it, yee die with it."

"Well, don't come running to me when you change your mind." Chica giggled, walking away. "At least one of you always do!"

"It's all or nothing, sink or swim in here." Vincent smirked. "You might not die, but friendships definitely do."

"Oh, yay. That works." Michael muttered, placing down a card. "Now I'm only at 14. Just great."

"Come on, dude. Anything could happen." Vincent wrapped a purple-hued arm over his shoulder, flashing a grin. "And, hey, I'd be surprised if you didn't have something worthwhile in there by now."

He rolled his eyes, trying to ignore the feeling of his hand on his shoulder. They were in a game of uno, after all. Where only the strongest made it out alive.

"Well, whatever it is, I'm not risking anything." Scott slid forward a reverse, raising an eyebrow.

"Sorry Scott," Bonnie flicked his violet ears as he snapped forward the same card, leaning back. "But you're gonna have to."

"Aw, that’s unfortunate.” Jeremy bit his lip. “Well, Vincent’s definitely right about friendships dying…”

The game went on, Michael narrowing his eyes with each card Scott added to the pile. His hand was growing awfully low, down to just a few cards. And even though he couldn't see his face, there was no way he didn't know as well.

His eyes darted to the clock for a split second, noting the time. Only 3:46, huh? Hopefully this single game wouldn't take much longer. Bonnie and Foxy had some repairs to get to, once they were done here, even if they'd decided to have some fun first.

Suddenly, he felt Vincent's arm around him tighten slightly. "Hey, Mike."

He raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"How much rage do you have right now?"

"...Still plenty."

His silver eyes flashed, grin widening. "Let's use it. Red."

Michael blinked as he stared at the card he'd just slid forward, those small 'plus fours' in the corners. Slowly, surely, a smile started to form on his lips as he became aware of a very, very similar card in his own hand.

"Michael-"

His hand shot forward as he slammed down another plus four, right on top of Vincent's.

"He’s done it!" Foxy cackled, waving his hook in the air. "Aw, yee scallywag-"

"Now Scott's gonna have to- aw, no!" Freddy shook his head. "That was just rude, Mike."

Michael leaned forward, a smirk on his face. "And as for the color… we'll keep it red."

"Oh, give me five right now." Vincent chuckled. He reached out an open hand, Michael meeting it with a solid high-five. He watched as Scott shook his head slightly.

"So… I have to draw eight."

"Your turn to have double digits, Scott." He gave a nonchalant shrug, leaning back towards Vincent.

"What, so you two are teaming now?" He snorted.

"You’ve got your boyfriend on your side, fuck off." Vincent gave a sharp grin, pulling Michael closer. He nearly dropped his cards in surprise, face beginning to warm up slightly. He was held right against his chest, Vincent's arm gently yet firmly wrapped around his torso.

Calm down, Michael. You've got a game to play. He took in a deep breath, fixing his eyes on his cards as the game went on. Why had he been so surprised by it? He'd been the one to start leaning back, he'd been perfectly fine with it- he was fine with this too, if he was being honest. Pull it back together.

In the end, it was Foxy that was able to set down his last card first, hook waving high in victory. "Ah, 'course ya landlubbers never stood a chance! Never underestimate the cunning of a pirate, eh?"

"Aw, c'mon!" Bonnie whined. "I only had two cards left."

"Good game, good game now." Freddy chuckled. "Well, time to get those repairs going."

"Works for me." Vincent's voice sounded behind Michael's ears, hand swiftly taking his own cards from his grasp. "I'll go ahead and put these back. I’ll help Foxy?"

Michael blinked at the gesture. "Y-Yeah, I'll- I'll work on Bonnie, I guess."

He tried to ignore his own stuttering as he pushed himself off of Vincent's lap, taking a deep breath as he followed Bonnie to the back of the stage. His heart was already slowing back down, yet his skin still tingled from where Vincent had held him.

Miles glanced around the dimly lit room, still as stone. Back pressed against the wall, ears not flickering in the slightest, limbs frozen in place.

He couldn't risk it. Any movement, whether the creak of the rotting wood or a few clicks of the gears, was sure to alert them to his presence. He couldn't be found this soon. The grimy lights flickered ever so slightly, Miles staying tense and stiff as he watched the blinking bulbs.

Could he win this time? He'd done it before, but it was always a challenge around them. Despite the tension in his tight locks and gears, his senses tingled with excitement at the thought. Seeking's just as fun as hiding, after all.

Where were they? All of them were nothing more but silent whispers when they moved- except for himself, of course. But even he'd gotten quite good at masking his presence through these games.

He had to be somewhat close, though. Whether that was somewhat on the way to winning or somewhat on the way to being found-

Suddenly, the lights above shut off completely, the room falling to complete darkness. But he didn't move, still only with his eyes darting around.

Was he found? Was someone else found? Who'd come by?

Then, all those questions got answered.

"Surprise!" A fox’s head swung down in front of his hiding spot, giggling with glee.

He joined in the laughter easily after a moment of shock, mechanical throat rumbling with amusement. "I thought I was close?"

"Nope!" Another voice joined in, chittery yet filled with the same joy. He started to get out from underneath the wood, shaking his long ears off from the splinters as he looked at the two. "Good, but not good enough, Miles!"

He rolled his eyes fondly. "Mangle just has such an advantage with seeking and hiding, though."

"And I use it!" Mangle swung back down in front of them, thin, ragged endoskeleton hanging low. They angled their ragged ears at the second flickering figure. "Chica always goes to the kitchen, though."

"Not always!" She protested, putting her hands on her hips. "This time I didn't."

"You were still in the room right next to it, silly bird!" Mangle giggled in their high-pitched, screeching voice. "I thought I would have found you before Balloony."

"You found him too? Who's left?" Miles asked eagerly, eyes glittering with energy as his gears clicked around.

"Only Foxy!" They giggled, head lowering further as they shook it. "The sly vulpine's got around again."

"Looked everywhere?" Chica chirped.

"Everywhere!" Mangle whined. "I was even looking in the thinner vents that only I’m able to get through."

"He's probably in plain sight, he likes that." Miles started to walk from the doorway, shaking away the cobwebs from his ears. "Or maybe flattening himself onto the wall, like you."

They gave a cackling laugh as they followed him through the doorway, clutching the ceiling with their wiry limbs. "I would have trod on him while exploring if that was the case!"

"Even then." Miles wasn't really able to smile, given his broken jaw, but he hoped it still showed through his eager words.

"Wait, Freddy's coming back!" Chica exclaimed.

"And he's… yes!" Mangle shrieked, scrambling on the ceiling to meet him. It would have been a terrifying sight had he not seen it before, but he was nothing if not euphoric at what they were racing towards. “You found Foxy!”

"A good fight, but one that had to end." The raspy voice echoed through the hallway, deep and gravely. "Found him wrapped inside a crumbling part of the bathroom."

"But we checked there!" Chica chirped indignantly.

"Not hard enough, yee cross-eyed stargazer!" Foxy's triumphant laugh followed her words, mechanical irises glittering with his victory. "My turn to seek now, eh?"

"So close." Miles chuckled, shaking his head. "If I'd been hidden just a bit more, I would have won!"

"But yee didn'!" He cackled, raising his ragged arms. "Fair be fair 'round here. Now it's my time!"

Freddy gave a low rumble. "Actually, Balloony said the night guard would be here soon. Best not to act rash now, eh?"

"They are?!" Mangle suddenly dropped from the ceiling, nearly bowling over Miles in their haste. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get going!"

"How about whoever scares them the most can become the seeker instead?" Chica turned towards Foxy, chirps jittery with excitement.

"Aw, yee scallywags are on!"

"I always terrify them the most, so I'm ready-"

"Don't speak too soon, Miles. We've got six hours, and then we'll see who's the winner!"

"I'm ready to seek out another thrill anytime soon!"

"Let's go, you silly birdies!"

Michael stared at the screen, hollowed eyes glancing at the flashing words. It was nothing more than a cascade of black and white in his blurry vision, hefting a slight sigh as he aimlessly clicked around, withered hands occasionally pressing against the keyboard. A yawn escaped his mouth, and he leaned back in his chair, eyes closing for a split second as the burning feeling in his eyeballs faded for a moment.

It was obviously more than just a second though, as Michael was suddenly being jolted back awake by the feeling of a few small tugs on the corner of his sleeve. Something scraped against the desk. He blinked open his rheumy irises for a moment, glancing at the small figure urging him up.

A little white and pink colored plastic bear was gripping the fabric of his shirt, blinking wide eyes up at him as his vision focused. The small chubby paws let go quickly as it hopped back onto the wood, nudging something closer to him.

Michael coughed slightly, pushing himself up as he looked at the small plastic plate in front of him. Two pieces of buttered toast sat on it, along with a folded slice of cold ham. As he watched, the small bear scuttled off and grabbed a coffee cup, wrapping both arms around it and carrying it over as well. Though, with the styrofoam cup being as tall as the little guy itself, it was having quite the struggle.

He gave a slight chuckle, grabbing the sweet-smelling drink from the bear with a bony arm. "Thanks, Helpy." He gave a slight smile, watching the pink ears of the miniature robot prick up in delight. "You're the one little dude I can trust around here, huh?"

Helpy didn't give any verbal response, but it clapped its plastic hands together as a grin appeared on its cheeks. Michael watched as it turned to look at the screen, moving to grip the computer mouse in its paws. It slowly moved it and clicked around with its little fingers, until it pointed at a certain site, ears twitching as it glanced back at him.

He swallowed down a bite of toast, gaze following its arm. He raised an eyebrow. "You think that'll help with the place?"

It gave a few rapid nods, flashing a little smile. Michael gave a small shrug. "You're probably right, buddy. It'll sure make it a little livelier… let's just check the price to make sure it's in budget."

Helpy gave a nod, moving the mouse. Suddenly, it flinched as a loud, much different scraping noise sounded from above. It came from within the walls, creaking and clanking. Almost as if it was nothing but a bunch of rough metal and wires.

The ragged, echoey cackle that Michael heard following it only confirmed his suspicions, and he rolled his eyes, glancing at Helpy. "Mind pulling the switch, bud?"

It gave a quick nod, hopping off the desk and running towards the corner besides them. Climbing the stack of boxes set up, it pushed itself up with tiny limbs towards a lever on the wall. Michael was still staring at the ceiling, eyes trailing after the source. Down the wall, towards the room, a beady pair of red mechanical eyes appearing in the open vent that glittered with malice-

Slam!

A large metal covering shut firmly down in front of the opening as Helpy finally tugged the lever down. It hopped away right afterwards and scuttled back to Michael, climbing onto his shoulder. He couldn't help the small smirk that tugged at his mouth as he heard the glitched groan of annoyance coming from the now-closed vent.

"Oh, c-come on, Mike!" They cackled, metal scraping against the walls. "I-It's not ve-very funny to keep old fr-friends waiting~!"

He rolled his eyes as he heard the endoskeleton limbs banging against the cover, crossing his arms. "I can do this song and dance all night. You're going to have to try a bit harder than that, Freddo."

The scraping froze for a moment, before resuming, much louder and more violent. "Di-Did YOU just c-call me FREDDO?!"

"Don't like the nickname, Freddo?" He grinned. Besides him, Helpy's small shoulders shook as it opened its mouth in silent laughter.

"I-I'll find a way in-inside, and then we'll see who's-who's laughing, M-Mike!" They snarled, attempts of breaking in still remaining fruitless.

"Yeah, yeah. Good luck with that, Freddo."

They gave a mechanical growl, leaving one last shrieking scrape against the vent before stomping away. Could a pile of wires and metallic eyes stomp?

With that, Michael turned his attention back to the screen, taking a drink from his cup as he glanced at the price now onscreen. 30 bucks… yeah, that's going on the list, easy. He was about to reach over for the second piece of toast on the plate, only to hit crumbs. Where did it…

Then, Helpy tugged on his shirt again. He became aware of a slight munching noise behind him, along with a familiar scent of decay and rust.

Michael spoke even before he'd even fully turned around, hefting a sigh. "Dad, get your own breakfast."

A rotten chuckle rumbled from the putrid suit, blackened eye sockets gleaming faintly with amusement. "Why, when there's plenty right here? You don't even need it anymore."

"Well, neither do you." He crossed his arms, glaring at the springlock suit. "Don't bother giving it back, I don't want it anymore. What is it this time?"

"Ah, of course not." William snorted. "Don't want anything from me, do you?"

"You haven't answered my question." Michael's hand visibly drifted towards the taser sitting on the desk, raising an eyebrow.

William took a step back, metal hands raised up. "Quite defensive, are we?" He chuckled. "I was only wondering if Elizabeth had stopped by tonight."

He shrugged. "Probably still after Molten in the vents. Liz doesn't exactly come by often. If she had, you'd be the first to know."

"Fair, fair." A ragged sigh echoed from the suit, and he popped the rest of the bread into his 'mouth', crunching down. He turned his head to look at Helpy, still sitting on Michael's shoulder. "Could do with a bit more butter, but oh well."

"You want more butter, do it yourself." He snorted, turning back towards the computer. "Now get out of my office. And close the door on the way out."

William gave a derisive rumble, gears clicking within the suit as he began to walk towards the back of the room. His feet clanked loudly as the door creaked, slamming it shut as the footsteps faded away.

Michael clicked away on the computer, focus returning as he glanced from ad to ad, adding some to the list, leaving others alone. A while passed until a small plastic finger was tapping on his arm, round eyes blinking up at him.

"What is it, bud?" His gaze darted to Helpy as it pointed to a clock, the number blinking in green.

It was 6 A.M. already? Heh… he supposed the nights were blurring together quite a bit after so long. He took one last sip of the drink before beginning to stand up, giving a few more clicks as the screen began to fade to black. He gave a slight yawn, glancing at the bed against the wall. Helpy gave another slight nudge, pointing at the cup.

"No, just leave it. Dad'll probably finish it off. Or Lefty might show up." Michael was already walking towards the mattress. He glanced at the little bear, giving a small grin. "Thanks, little guy."

Michael sat down, leaning his head back against the pillow. His eyes drifted shut quickly, settling against the bare sheets. He probably would have felt much colder if he still was able to physically feel much… but no matter. A moment of rest was plenty welcomed around here, no matter how it came. Soon enough, he was drifting off into an empty slumber, mauve body as limp and still as a corpse.

Three universes, five beings. Beings living normal lives- well, normal compared to the other oddities lurking in the depths of time and space. Some may have dared call it disturbing- and rightfully so, to an extent. After all, why else would they all have been lumped together in the first place?

But for them, it was life. Life with ups and with downs, comparative highs and lows they'd grown used to. Grown attached to, in some sense. Lives that may not have been perfect, but lives they could call their own. For it was their own.

And yet… soon enough, with no warning… it wouldn't be their own. Nothing would ever truly be their own ever again. How could it, with the memories that they would gain, impossible to erase away? Knowledge might have been both a curse and a blessing, but for them, it was no less than a horrific purgatory.

But it was the only way in sight. Every journey must start somewhere, and they are no exception. In fact… the five of them truly are the exception, for they alone were placed at the foot of such a tall mountain to climb in the first place. Knowledge is best picked up by way of experience, after all…

...Even if such an experience can be quite unwelcome at first.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fanfiction #au #multiverse #metafiction #fnaf vincent #fnaf william afton #fnaf michael schmidt #fnaf michael afton #oc miles opher

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ohshy · 7 months

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Just so ya know you’ve asked for it

WHO’S YOUR TOP 3 FAVORITE BOXERS

MAY WE SEE THE WOMEN’S CIRCUIT AND WHOSE DESIGN ARE YOU MOST PROUD DOF FROM THAT

And finally who would be trusted to watch your kid to watch your children most to least with both men and women circs (hypothetically)

(Giving an anon emoji sign off bc why not statue of litterby )

-🗽

ALRIGHT BUCKLE UP ANON AND THE REST thisll b a long one

king hippo (Duh)

von kaiser

hmmmm thats a tough one uhhhh probably either bear hugger, disco kid, aran ryan or soda popinksi !! but id i had to pick, rn itd b (joe biden voice) SODA !!!!

and now for the womens circuit !!!!

Ok so... starting with the challenger, Cassidy Cornfield !

hailing from farley, iowa, shes a little off her rocker. She believes she was put on earth by aliens to box. Though, this is likely just smth she made up as a result of a vivid dream she had when chowing down one too many corn nobs! Speaking of corn, she WILL talk your ear off about all the supposed ‘’proof’’ she has of alien existence, like the crop circles that show up frequently around her hometown. That being said, she IS determined to prove herself for her alien overlords, so prepare for a challenge!

She's modeled after glass corn, which looks like this (thanks to charlie for that idea !!):

Other details include...

her full name is Cassidy C. Campbell (she won't tell what the C stands for)

she's of irish/cherokee descent

they are a tiny straw weight standing at 5'2 feet and weighing 90 lbs, and an adult little mac trains her !!

Speaking of little mac, unlike him, she had to wait a year to get her boxing license for her 18th birthday. She simply doesn't look old for her age😔 Poor girl still gets handed the childrens menu at restaurants as well!

Her gimmick is that when charged with enough punching power, she can unleash a painful series of punches known as the ‘’Glass corn combo’’. think hondo rush, except like the star punch, it cant be countered, only avoided.

Next up, Beauty Bling !!!

All bling and no brawn !

I've posted her bio before, so i'll keep it brief; basically shes macho man's fame monger younger sister, and unfortunately for her, shes all bling and no brawn! Despite herself though, she's no quitter! She once pulled many all nighters trying to figure out computer science, and now it's one of her biggest hobbies !

other little factoids about her are...

her full name is Brittany Anita Jones

Cis woman, she/her

shes mixed white/native hawaiian (i hc macho to be white/native hawaiian as well).

She's modeled after 00s/y2k fashion

talks like a valley girl

talks on her phone during intermissions. will either b calling her dad or her friends.

Gimmick: Similarly to glass joe, she has poor defense and rarely attacks. Her special attack is her stepping back, moving a hand through her hair, and saying ''Ready to be punched in style?'' and releasing a very easily avoidable uppercut.

Will also say ''rude!'' when you avoid her punch

Next... Axelerator !!!!

The Mighty Mechanic!

This Welsh wrestling-watching mechanic from Cardiff packs a meaner punch than his predecessor ! Too bad this motor mouth gets so excited he can’t resist calling out his attacks every time he throws a punch ! But hey, gotta put on a good show, just like those cool wrestlers on tv !

other factoids about him...

his full name is Axel Cadogan

21 years old

hes a cis woman but goes by he/him pronouns bc hes swag like that

stands at 5 foot tall and weighs 220 lbs.

he wears a mechanic outfit as his boxing uniform.

Gets flustered really damn easily. Especially around hot women.

Gimmick: Basically a huge motor mouth (haha geddit) who calls out all of his attacks, and gives you plenty of time to avoid them. You do gotta watch out which way you dodge, though. Next up, Silver Hook and Scallywag !!!!!

The Meanest Hook Of The Seven Seas !

Ever since she was a little girl, she wanted to be just like the pirates from the stories she read all the time. This of course, includes having a parrot, which she affectionately named Scallywag. Unfortunately, Scallywag keeps running her mouth and telegraphing her owner’s moves ! Despite this, however, Silver can’t stand the thought of not having her emotional support parrot by her side.

Other factoids about her:

Her real name is Maria Bermudez

Cis woman, she/her

shes 29 years old

stands at 6'2 feet and weighs 200 pounds

from Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic

Her parrot is a Black-legged parrot. She’s had it since she was 5 years old.

Brings her parrot literally everywhere

Gimmick: Sure, she might be faster than Axel, but she's still a rather predictable fighter who telegraphs her attacks very clearly. You do gotta watch better which way you dodge, though. When the parrot says ''left!'', well, you better watch your left.

Up Next, the minor circuit champion, Dancing Queen !!!!!

Lay All Your Gloves On Me ~

A huge fan of ABBA, if that wasn’t already obvious, veteran Queen’s entire gimmick is based on that of 70’s pop and disco. She’s also by far the happiest person of perhaps the entire WVBA, despite being arguably the lowest ranking champion of all circuits. Some even theorize that she’d be happy, even if she was THE lowest ranked boxer. That’s because everytime she gets in the ring, she’s 17 again. That’s just how happy those Swedes are !

Other factoids:

Her real name is Heidi Karlsson

She's a trans lady, she/her

shes's 45 years old

she stands at 6'4 ft and weighs 215 lbs.

From Jönköping, Sweden

Always seen smiling. Always.

Became a boxer partially to let our her frustrations about disco fading away as a trend

Gimmick: she has a special move called the criss cross punch, where she diagonally raises her fist to punch you and then the other, similiarly to that iconic disco dance.

____________ Now for the major circuit !!!

Disclaimer: I do Not have designs or certain info for the majority of the characters from here on out. Please bare w/ me

Next up, Black and Bunraku !!!!! (props to charlie for the name)

A Boxer based on the japanese art of bunraku, Black and Bunraku actually consists of ''two fighters''; A puppet who hits you, and the puppeteer who controls the puppets movements, covered from head to toe in black. As a result, the woman's identity is a real mystery.

Other factoids:

Refuses to say her real name, age, height and weight, instead letting the puppet do all the talking.

From Osaka, Japan. This is also where the biggest bunraku theatre is located.

Gimmick: Hitting the puppet won't do anything. Once you figure out the trick to hitting her in the head, she's a fairly easy opponent to take down.

Next up: Nike the Great !!!!! A threatrical tirant and a complete history and art geek, Nike longs to be a wise philosopher slash theater actor like the ancient Greeks, with a boxing twist. Her stage name ‘’Nike’’, meaning victory in Greek, is one she holds because she is sure to be the victor, despite only being in the lower major circuit. Oh well, confidence is a stepping stone to success, right?

Other factoids:

Her real name is Nikki Ioannidis

She identifies as a nonbinary woman, she/he/they

27 years old

She stands at 6'0 feet and weighs 220 lbs.

From Athens, Greece

HUGE rivals with Narcis Prince. only ONE can wear the V for victory and that's HER.

Huge rivals with A Lot of people, including Monarch Mayhem (keep reading to see her bio !!)

During her intermissions and fights, she'll show you some of the art she's made, like painted vases. If you punch it out of her hands, she’ll get REAL mad though, so watch yourself !

Gimmick: Pretty clean fighter, outside of the fact she brings art into the ring. Hey, she's an artist after all !

Up next, Moto Mauler, The Electrifying Biker !!!!!!

This biker chick loves nothing more than the rush of the road and the wind in her hair ! and a good tussle of course. She will make sure to knock you out with the great speed she feels on her motor cycle.

Other factoids:

Her real name's Nguyen Lihn

She's a trans woman, she/her

24 years old

She stands at 5'9 ft and weighs 170 lbs.

From Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam

During her intermissions, she'll talk about how beautiful the sights are and how you oughta be quicker on your feet.

She gets along swimmingly w/ Axel bc duh. mechanic x biker chick, cant go wrong w/ that right?

Gimmick: Clean fighter, outside of entering the ring on a motorcycle. Will try to exhaust you with quick jabs, and when you're tired, releases a series of punches to take you down.

Lastly, Monarch Mayhem, The Monarch of the Major Circuit !!!

Formerly known as Butterfly Bash :3

An unsuccesful artist turned boxer, Monarch Mayhem brings her frustrations into the ring, and with success! She is the crown jewel of the Major Circuit after all. That being said, she will NOT let you forget she's an artist! She will try to hypnotize you with stunning butterfly patterns on her sleeves made by herself of course, and dodge equally elegantly. At least the boxing crowd appreciates her !

Other factoids:

Cis woman, she/her

She's 31 years old

She stands at 6'1 ft and weighs 175 lbs.

From Calabar, Nigeria

Gimmick: Like i said, she'll try to stun you with hypnotizing patterns on her sleeves. The way to avoid this is to block your face, otherwise you'll get dizzy and become incapacitated ! Additionally, she does a lot of fake-outs, making her a formidable champion.

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Now for the world circuit !!!

First off, Scarlet Fever, The Bad Omen !!!!!! Clad with arguably the most unorthodox boxing wear, a robe with a plague doctor mask, Scarlet Fever serves as an omen that the next opponents you’re about to face are the real deal. Other factoids:

Trans woman, she/her

She's 55 years old

Stands at 6'7 ft and weighs 210 lbs.

From Florence, Italy

Doesn’t speak, but does speak in Italian sign language.

Also does plenty of hand gestures in the ring

Secondly, Flossin' Fury, The Mental Dental Case !!!!!

After getting her medical license revoked for malpractise, she's now a dentist turned boxer. Got any cavities? Let's find out!

She's my newest addition to the OC roster, so i. Don't have much apart from a basic premise. She'll get developed soon though dw dw ! Thirdly, Sunny Gunny, The Granny with Guns !!!!!

After becoming tired of being bullied all the time, she trained to defend herself against bullies. Don’t let her old age fool you, she’s still a tanky old lady who can deal quite the mean punches ! That being said, whether you win or lose against her, she’s a nice old woman who’ll bake you some delicious goods !

Other factoids:

Her real name is Sondra ‘’Sunny’’ Seydoux

Cis woman, she/her

She's 80 years old

Stands at 6'5 ft and weighs 180 lbs

From Tallahassee, Florida

Of Haitian American descent

Of course brings baked good in the ring during intermissions. Also Oft seen knitting as well.

Balls of yarn spin around her head when she’s stunned

Gimmick: She just loves hugging her grandchildren, and this bleeds over in the ring as well; she's a real powerful hugger to the point you can b immediately incapacitated when you're hugged. During title defense, She will protect her body with her knitted blanket that can be removed in a certain way. Next up, Butch Diamond, A Girl’s Best Friend !!!!!

An Australian football player turned boxer, Butch has a robust body and an near impenetrable defense, making her a formidable fighter ! She puts her skills she learned from football into good use, so be quick on your feet ! Albeit somewhat cocky, she mostly just hams it up in the ring, and is a kind soul outside of it.

Other factoids:

Her real name is Desmond Kelly

GNC cis woman, she/he

He's 39 years old

He stands at 6'0 ft and weighs 235 lbs

She's from Melbourne, Australia

She's of Aboriginal Australian descent

Very sociable and friendly

Gimmick: Your Glass corn combo won’t work on her stomach! In fact, if you try it, you will lose HP! Instead, try stunning her and hitting her in the face with it! During her title defense, she’ll train harder, and somehow become even more robust. Now, your hands will be incapacitated for a short while if you try to hit her in the stomach repeatedly, longer if you try to do a glass corn combo.

And lastly but not leastly, Nessie,

The Shadow Champion !!!!

I've talked ab her before too, so again will keep it brief.

Gimmick: She's called a shadow champion for a reason ! Somehow, her surroundings become all dark whenever she enters the ring. During title defense, its as if you get pulled underwater. Does she use magic? Is she just that powerful? Nobody knows.

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As for who would be good w/ kids...

Cassidy Cornfield: Not good with kids. Keeps scaring them with stories about aliens.

Axelerator: Axel co-runs his dad's mechanic shop, so hes definitely used to the responsibility.

Silver Hook and Scallywag: Makes kids laugh with her parrot, so pretty good with kids !

Dancing Queen: She has a couple kids of her own ! She's a great momma :3 Loves dancing with them

Black and Bunraku: Nah. Has made kids cry with her puppet. On her own, she's kinda awkward.

Nike the Great: Loves kids ! She loves telling them all kinds of stories ab ancient Greece and myths and being all theatrical about it.

Moto Mauler: Cool big sister type figure. Has a tendency to be too lenient towards kids though.

Monarch Mayhem: Think's kids r alright. Despite how difficult her path as an artist has been, she'd 100% encourage kids to follow their dreams.

Scarlet Fever: Same w/ Cassidy and Bunraku, she scares kids (albeit unintentionally).

Flossin' Fury: She's a dentist. and a scary one at that. So no, kids dont even get close to her vicinity.

Sunny Gunny: Has grandchildren, so naturally adores kids. Would bake delicious goods n spoil them rotten.

Butch Diamond: Also loves kids ! Loves carrying them on her shoulders n letting them climb all over her.

Nessie: Again, scares children, although she finds it funny.

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