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robinette-green · 6 months

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Robin's Inside the Pizza Plex DCA Romance Fics

These are fics I've started that take place inside Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizza Plex. The call is coming from inside the plex!

A Door You're Unable to Close:

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My best friend talked me into coming with her as moral support to her little brother's birthday party. I hadn't wanted to go to that stupid birthday party to begin with and now I'm trapped in a video game, a horror video game that might kill me. I thought at the time that it was ironic that a kid named Greg had gone missing in a Chuck-e-Cheese of all places but this is taking things much too far.

Invisible:

There's nothing like working for a corporation in a capitalist society to remind you that you are nothing but furniture and need not be perceived unless needed. Even the animatronics in this place are treated more human than I am. At least I'm on the same level as the staff bots… that's a plus? Though usually, people prefer to speak with a staff bot over me, so I suppose 'even' is the lie I tell myself. I've worked for Fazbear Entertainment at their pizza plex for about a year. I do a little bit of everything. Cleaning, repair, sales… even security sometimes. Most of the human workers have been replaced with robots to cut down on employee costs. Sometimes I think I'm the last human working here, but then I remember Vanessa still works here too. Sometimes I wonder if they just forgot to fire me or tell me I was fired, but I'm still getting paychecks, so… yeah. The time clock beeped an acknowledgment as I punched in my employee number. "Attention! Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex is closed! Have a pleasant evening!" Sighing, I adjusted my bag on my shoulder and took a long swig of my coffee.

The Star Dome (LateNight DayDreams):

An OC named Fey is a new animatronic that has been added to the plex.

Another Daycare Story:

This is another of your reader x Sun/ Moon Pizza Plex daycare stories. We start with a 20-something individual getting a job in the daycare and having to overcome a fear of animatronics. There will be some angst with Moon. Then the romance will begin. Eventually, we'll hit the events of the game and go through all that fun, but until then, this will be mostly random fluff and angst shenanigans in the loose shape of a story as our main characters fall in love.

Little Assistant:

MC is the assistant to the CEO of Fazbear Entertainment. As Vanessa kidnaps and kills children while attempting to bring Springtrap back to life, MC is forced to clean up the mess and cover up the disappearances. MC is also tasked with keeping an eye on the Daycare attendants, keeping them in line as they are forced to help kidnapping children. “Did you do it? How do we know if it worked?” “We’ll have to test out some command code on him. Everything uploaded without issue, but they do have minds of their own. He may put up a fight.” I wasn’t paying attention to the conversation, wanting as little to do with this as I could get away with. They had already forced me to help with so much, cleaning up all that mess, all that red, covering up the disappearance. Shuddering, I looked through the glass into the daycare beyond. Deep in the dark, I could see two red eyes glaring out at us, furious. I couldn’t blame him. The virus they had activated in the night mode daycare attendant was going to be used for something horrific.

Lost Time:

The reader, already in an established relationship with Sun and Moon, dies and wakes 5 years later in the body of an animatronic. The pizza plex was rebuilt after the collapse and fire. Due to some miracle, all of the animatronics had survived the disaster and were now back to work, entertaining the general public as though nothing had happened. After everything fell apart, children stopped disappearing, but the missing children were never found. Business was booming, and everything seemed to be better than ever. With the massive influx of money, Fazbear Entertainment decided to invest in a new animatronic, a drummer for the band, to add to the rock and roll feel of the Glam Rocks. But in the way of all things with Fazbear Entertainment, the acquisition of this animatronic was very confidential. Several none disclosure agreements were signed, and the whole thing was very shady. None of this mattered to me, of course. I was more worried about my new role in life. Well, it was life in a sense. I had finally woken up after 5 years to find myself strapped to a chair in parts and services, having been turned into an animatronic.

Lost in the Dark:

Working third shift for security wasn’t so bad. I spent the first few hours patrolling the halls of the upper floors, that being what I had been assigned. Then I would spend the rest of the night at the security desk in the daycare, cameras pulled up on the computer screens and keeping an eye on the ‘crazy’ animatronics that inhabited that colourful playground. 6 months of working night shift in the daycare, and I am unfortunate enough to have developed feelings for two clueless robots.

Bad Day:

I stopped with my hand on the door. I had come all this way on my day off and now I wasn't brave enough to push the doors open. Today had been a hard one. A nightmare the night before and some rough conversations had made my insides feel all squishy and tender. All I really wanted to do was lay on the floor and cry but something had brought me here, to the daycare.

Taking Time:

Why is it Spicy?:

okay so... this is an AU of my Unpleasant Nightmare fic. I started this as a joke for myself but now we're here. The general idea is the same. Stuck in Security Breach and need to find a way out but Sun and Moon are extra flirty and handsy.

Out of Place:

Fosters and Green is an up and coming robotics company and is the talk of every news station in the world. They haven’t even released their first line of robots yet but people are already clambering to get their hands on a robot made from Foster and Green. They plan on releasing a few household bots that will work as cleaning staff or secretaries but they also plan on releasing a line of child care bots. Why hire a nanny when you can have a live-in one you don’t need to pay. My designated number is D-375, I have been dubbed Kate by the technicians who ran all of my quality assurance checks. My dreams of working with a family of my own were quickly dashed. Foster and Green decided that they wanted to place a bot somewhere in the public eye where people could watch it at work and so had partnered with another company who also made robots, though they specialized more in animatronics that were designed for entertainment. The two companies decided to put one Foster and Green’s N-90 models in the daycare center of Fazbear Entertainment’s PizzaPlex to work alongside the child care units that Fazbear Entertainment had created.

Taking Over:

They needed a robotics expert and I needed a job. I had been between jobs. I had actually just been let go from my last job and was frantically looking for a new one when I had received an email from Faz Bear entertainment. They were looking for a robotics expert to run their parts and services lab. The pay was phenomenal but I would be the only one working in the lab and would be expected to keep the staff bots, animatronics, arcade games and all the automated systems in working order. I didn’t even hesitate a moment before I sent them a reply and agreed to an interview for the following day. Great pay and an entire lab to myself? Yes please. I was hired on the spot. This wasn't surprising seeing as I had worked in robotics for most of my life and had some hands-on experience with these kinds of animatronics. The AI units that Faz Bear uses would be new to me but I was sure I could figure out the new tech quickly enough.

Unpleasant Nightmare:

My best friend talked me into coming with her as moral support to her little brother's birthday party. I hadn't wanted to go to that stupid birthday party to begin with and now I'm trapped in a computer game, a horror computer game that might kill me. I thought at the time that it was ironic that a kid named Greg had gone missing in a Chuck-e-Cheese of all places but this is taking things much too far.

Some of these won't be finished and some are OLD writing of mine. you have been warned. Please don't let that stop you from reading these and enjoying them <3

#glitter rock #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #dca fandom #sun and moon x reader #fnaf sun and moon #dca fanfic #fnaf fanfic #fnaf security breach #glitter rock writing #a door you're unable to close

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oftenwantedafton · 4 months

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begin again | springtrap x female reader

words | 2.6k

cw | mature rating, body horror

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You enter the barn with a mixture of trepidation and excitement.

The owner of the property you’re invited to leads you through the clouds of dust stirred up as you enter the building, the disturbed particles flickering like chips of mica in the slanting rays of the afternoon sun filtering through the doorway of the rotting structure. The entire farm has the same feeling of neglect, of demands that can no longer be met, as wilted as the elderly man that lumbers along in an arthritic kind of manner, joints undoubtedly aching as badly as the support beams of the building you’re now standing inside. He’s weathered, his body clearly failing, but his eyes are sharp and his voice is still strong and resonant as he gestures to something large covered with a tarp just ahead of you. To a casual onlooker their guess might have been an automobile or a piece of farm equipment tucked beneath that material, but you’re no casual onlooker. You know exactly what you’re looking for, and you think maybe, just maybe, this man has somehow stumbled upon it through some random happenstance, some chance encounter.

“It’s there. Go on, have a look, missy.”

You stiffen at this term of address but choose to ignore it, stepping forward and letting your fingers grasp the edge of the blue covering. It’s as battered and filthy as everything else around here, and you wonder if the item it’s shielding can really be in much better condition.

You hold your breath and pull. Pull and pull and pull, because there is a lot to expose, thrusting the tarp aside and finally exhaling when you catch sight of the seven foot long object. Yes, it is what you’ve been seeking and yes, it is in terrible condition. But it can be fixed. You know how.

“Uglier than sin, that,” the man mutters, pacing around a little to ease up his stiffening joints. “Grandson was proud as anything lugging that here. Tried to tell him it wasn’t worth—” He abruptly clamps his mouth shut. He’s not about to admit what he has in storage has little monetary value.

“It’s an original. One of the actual originals,” you murmur appreciatively, taking in the sight of it from all angles. A lot of damage on the left side. It will take months to repair. Your favorite type of project.

“‘Told ya. Came from that accursed restaurant, just like I said on the phone.”

You finish surveying the object and turn to face the farmer. “How much are you asking?”

The elderly man’s bushy white eyebrows lower as his eyes narrow shrewdly, trying to estimate how much he can price gouge. His gaze flicks down to your shoes, then over to your handbag. Designer originals, or knockoffs? He’s looking into your eyes now, sucking in a whistling rasp of air. “It’s going to cost a bit, missy. Being so rare and all. An original, like you said.”

Perhaps you should have omitted voicing that information out loud. Too late now, though, isn’t it? You’re about to find out just how much that slip up will cost you. “How much?” You repeat again.

“Ten grand.”

You bark a laugh. “Extortion. No deal.”

“Eight,” he counters.

“Seven and a half. Cash. Final offer.”

The man scowls but nods.

“How did you get it in here, anyway?”

“Grandson and his buddies used the tractor.”

“I’ll tip them an extra five hundred if they help load it onto the truck. I can call for help, but it will save me some time.”

“I’m sure he’ll oblige. He’s up at the house.” The man begins to turn away, then pauses, glancing back at you. “I went to that place, you know. The pizzeria. Years ago, back when it was open. Met the owner. Had that same look in his eye as you. That raw hunger. He didn’t come to a good end, as I understand. You might want to take caution before you end up the same as him.”

“Noted,” you say, digging a paper envelope out of your purse and counting out the bills. There are still plenty leftover. $10k wouldn’t have been a bad amount to pay in all honesty. But why not barter? The repairs will be costly.

The man scowls and then turns away again, beginning the painful journey back to the farmhouse.

You think you’ve gotten the better end of the deal.

***

Thirty years have passed.

He doesn’t know this number, precisely, because that stretch of years has altered his composition. He is neither dead nor alive, neither human nor machine. There is no name for what he has evolved into because nothing like him has ever existed before. He is new, yet old. Eternal.

Over time the joints have become locked in place, rusted and frozen. The stagnant air of the abandoned pizzeria permeates the holes in the ripped costume, but cannot inflate the withered lungs within. Back when he had been closer to human, there had still been a sense of taste, a bitter metallic mixture of his own blood and the internal components of the suit combining where they had pierced his jaw. He cannot speak; has not made a sound for a long time. Punctured airways, slipping past his trachea and dipping between ribs, have made this feat impossible. His imprisoned body has been folded in on itself in the most unnatural of ways, shoved inside a vent, trapping him in what could be considered part of the building’s circulatory system, if such a thing could exist, not unlike a clot trapped inside a blood vessel, comprised not of clotting particles and protein threads but steel and plastic, wiring and circuitry, fur and felt and the unsavory desicated corpse of the establishment’s owner deep within, entombed, mummy-like.

This is how he is when he is found, pored over like an old, broken toy rediscovered, temporarily reigniting a sense of wonder that had once existed. For a moment, the yellow rabbit has meaning again. He is extracted and shipped to a barn, then covered with a tarpaulin, waiting for the highest bidder, for someone to make use of him again.

Waiting, perhaps, for you.

The giant rabbit has no way of knowing that he’s been purchased by someone who is expert on animatronic engineering, someone intent on keeping him, allowing him to narrowly avoid the fate of being put on display in a gruesome sort of museum commemorating not the memories of a place meant to bring happiness, but the secret terror that has instead endured. That place will still undoubtedly become a reality but he will never be a part of it, thanks to your intervention.

He does not feel the first sets of hands that manipulate him, roughly dragging him from his confinement; has no conscious awareness he has even shifted locations immediately. It is not until weeks later when he begins to return to himself, slowly drip feeding alertness into whatever this new creature he has become is. These hands on him now—your hands—are gentle and careful. They card carefully though the rotting fur and dance softly over the gaping holes, cautious about touching the exposed alloys and electronics within.

His restoration begins with a passive range of motion performed on his still locked up joints not so unlike the farmer who had sold him. You test each extremity, deciding what can be salvaged and what rusted parts must be replaced. You have apparently decided to work from the bottom up, beginning with the overly large, almost comical feet before reaching his legs.

You speak to him as you perform each task, your voice soothing like water moving over pebbles in a brook, a gentle murmuring sort of sound. He finds himself missing that noise when you are not present, forced to wait on the work table until you return each day.

Once you’ve finished with his lower extremities, your path diverts from his torso to manage his arms, repeating the same process as before. He is curious who you are; how you come to be so intimately acquainted with the workings of an animatronic suit. Grudgingly impressed with how brave you are when encountering the bits of decayed flesh plastered on bone during the excavation process, leaving these parts as intact and unscathed as possible, carefully continuing to focus on the synthetic pieces of the mascot.

Now that all four of his limbs are accounted for, it is time to shift attention to the large chest piece. This process alone takes a great deal of time. The bulk of the suit, and the failed springlocks that had doomed the human within, lie in this cavity. It is a tricky business to move those unrelenting claws that resemble human ribs, extracting damaged components and replacing them with new technology. The safety devices that should have protected his comparatively fragile body had not kept it from injury, but instead done quite the opposite, the dangerous internal workings of the mascot lodging in and merging with their victim.

When this job is finally completed, days or weeks or months later—he still cannot accurately say, his sense of time still distorted in this odd sort of half reality he occupies now—it is time for the work on the headpiece to begin.

His own eyes have been destroyed, but the animatronic’s have not, and it is on these you devote yourself to next. It is a startling thing for you both when they flare to life again, a dull silver glow that becomes brighter and brighter, like the headlights of an oncoming vehicle approaching on a lonely stretch of road at night. He can see your face, peering at him as you lean over, pupils following the surprised flutter of lashes as if they are a penlight being shown during a physical exam in a physician’s office. He tracks your movements and they become smoother beats, the delays imperceptible now. You smile and he feels something in that gesture. He’s pleased you, the science project you’ve been working on proving to be a success.

A memory stirs. His eldest with a school project for the science fair. Seventh or eighth grade. Struggling for a topic. He’s inherited none of his father’s penchance for engineering. Harbors no passion for the sciences. Perhaps this has evolved from his father’s growing lack of time and interest invested in his own family, his attention increasingly focused on the business he manages, the mechanical creations taking precedent over his own flesh and blood ones. It would have, perhaps, been a chance for him to bond more with the boy, but instead he’d been ignored, the rift between them widening further still. It would be much, much worse later, when he’d inadvertently caused the death of his baby brother.

But that was all in the past now. All of his children are gone, and he is gone, too, but not quite in the same manner. He shuts the memories away again, sliding the drawer of that mental filing cabinet closed and locking it tight.

***

You do not return the next day, or the one after that. You are gone for a long while, and it is alarming. He is still immobile, still unable to move at will, save for his eyes, which cannot see much more than the ceiling tiles above him. He rages internally against his body, but it is futile. He has no control, until he is given it; until you restore it to him. There is renewed anger, an emotion he’d felt so often as a human.

There are new visitors to the room he dwells in, and they are not kind like you.

They do not handle him with care like you do. There is no reverence, no respect. He is manipulated to the point of being broken, both the remains of his human body and the recently repaired animatronic one. There is pain, when limbs are twisted backwards and he’s heaved onto the floor, and this sensation, while unpleasant, means that he is, in some manner, becoming more alive. He holds onto that feeling, mentally envisioning gritting teeth, fingers tightening. He will not let go.

You finally return, discovering him like this, a crumpled, broken mess on the floor. Your delicate surgeries undone, your progress trampled. You do not speak, remaining silent, like he is. You have to find others to help you move him back into position, lying supine on the work surface. He hears mutters about time wasted, mockery over your dedication, comparing you to Frankenstein with his freakish creation. The anger flares anew and he is glad when they are gone.

Tears begin dropping between the rabbit’s teeth, sliding past his own. It is likely only his imagination that he can taste that salted liquid, but he savors that moisture, the first he’s known in so long. Finally you speak, asking forgiveness for being away. He has never been one to forgive or forget, but he finds it in himself to grant you mercy.

You begin again.

You work long hours. So long that eventually one evening you fall asleep right there beside him, head pillowed on one arm, the circuit board you’d finished soldering waiting to be placed resting on his torso. He listens to the sound of your breathing, the steady in and out, and he wonders if you are dreaming.

***

Your attention is now directed to his throat, to the severed vocal chords and collapsed cartilage. Even after the voice box is installed, there is still the matter of his jaw to be addressed. This is where the man trapped within is most visible, through the gaps of the teeth in the headpiece, to the human set fixed inside, gaping in some silent eternal torment.

“How do I…” you wonder aloud, and indeed, how do you solve this problem? You cannot remove the headpiece because of the way it is attached, mascot welded to skeleton. Yet you cannot access the interior through such a narrow gap in the character’s mouth. Elsewhere you had been able to work around such fusions. But here, you have no such space. Your fingers rest along the rabbit’s jaw. So close. You’re so close to completing the restoration process.

***

You have no way of knowing how it feels, to have your fingers rake across the new golden fur you’ve gifted. He shouldn’t be able to feel that, and yet he is, and it shocks him how vibrantly pleasurable it is. As adoring as a lover’s caress. Pride in what you’ve achieved, affection for what you’ve salvaged. He’s baffled by it, unable to fathom why you would ever find something as wretched as himself deserving of such feelings, and yet here you are, lavishing it upon him. He feels your hand resting somewhere above where his human heart resides, cold, unfeeling thing though it had been, and he wills that dried husk of an organ to beat once again. When you rest your face against it, he imagines his lungs inflating once more, lifting your head gently. He longs to settle one steel encased hand in your hair, but he still cannot move of his own free will. There is something lacking. Some final, missing piece of the puzzle that eludes you both.

“I tried. I’m sorry. I don’t know how,” you whisper. Your nose touches his. Your breath creeps in through the rabbit’s mouth, easing past the trapped man’s stretched maw. There is no blue fairy to make the artificial creature come to life. There is just you, this woman, working so diligently, so desperately.

Who are you? The yellow rabbit wonders, again, and again.

Your lips brush the corner of the mascot’s mouth before you straighten. A spark of heat. The sluggish flutter of dried valves. The creature gasps and a fresh burst of air fills it. A series of taps as the fingers of one hand move against the metal work surface. Your eyes, wide and full of wonder, as he reaches for you.

#springtrap x you #springtrap x reader #springtrap #divider @saradikagraphics

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matrix-fnaf-roleplay · 5 months

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M@tr!x's FNAF ask blog

The purpose of this blog is to help me build up my AU a bit more

This is a blog where I talk about my FNAF AU and roleplay as literally any FNAF character! ^^

Asks are Always open, anons welcome!

Each color corresponds to the character speaking, text and/or two emojis will also be added at the end of each text to help you see who's talking

(favorite characters to RP as: ennard, Cassidy, Abby, and Michael)

Human Characters-

William afton- 🐰🔪

Michael afton- 🍇🧟‍♂️ (past is 🦊🤘)

C.C./B.V.- 🧸🔦

Elizabeth Afton- 🍦🎀

Henry Emily- 🔧🐻

Charlie Emily- 🎭🪀

Mike Schmidt- 💤💊

Abby Schmidt- 🖍️♥️

Garret Schmidt- 👻🚘

Gregory- ⚡📦

Cassie- 🐺🔧

Cassidy- 🪦💛

Fritz- 🪦🦊

Gabriel- 🪦🐻

Susie- 🪦🐥

Jeremy- 🪦🐰

Jeremy fitzgerald- 🧠🤘

Vanessa- 🔦🔪

Phone guy- ☎️📰

Phone dude- 📞📼

Animatronics:

•Originals

Freddy- 🐻🎩

Bonnie- 🐰🎸

Chica- 🐥🧁

Foxy- 🏴‍☠️🦊

•Withereds

W. Freddy- ⚙️🐻

W. Bonnie- ⚙️🐰

W. Chica- ⚙️🐥

W. Foxy- ⚙️🦊

•Toys

T. Freddy- 🪀🐻

T. Bonnie- 🪀🐰

T. Chica- 🪀🐥

Mangle- 💔🦊

Puppet- 💧🎭

Balloon boy- 🎈🎉

•Phantoms + springtrap

P. Freddy- 👻🐻

P. Chica- 👻🐥

P. Foxy- 👻🦊

P. Balloon boy- 👻🪀

P. Puppet- 👻🎭

Springtrap- 🫀🐰

•Springlocks

Fredbear- 🗝️🐻

Springbonnie- 🗝️🐰

•Nightmares

N. Freddy- 💭🐻

N. Bonnie- 💭🐰

N. Chica- 💭🐥

N. Foxy- 💭🦊

Nightmare fredbear- 🧸💭

Nightmare- 👹🐻

Nightmarionette- 🎭💭

Jack-o-chica- 🎃🐥

Jack-o-bonnie- 🎃🐰

Ignited foxy- 🔥🦊

•Funtimes

Funtime freddy- 🐻🎉

Funtime foxy- 🦊🎉

Ballora- 🩰🎉

Circus baby- 🤡🎉

Bon-bon- 🐰🎉

Bonnette- 🐰🎀

Yenndo- 🔌🐻

Lolbit- 🦊📺

Hand unit- 🖥️🎉

Ennard- 🍹🎉

•Rockstars + others

R. freddy- ⭐🐻

R. Bonnie- ⭐🐰

R. Chica- ⭐🐥

R. Foxy- ⭐🦊

Security puppet- ⭐🎭

Mr. Hippo- 🦛⭐

Orville elephant- 🐘🪄

Happy frog- 🐸⭐

Pig patch- 🐷⭐

Neddbear- 🐻🤪

El Chip- 🦫🌮

Funtime chica- 🐥📸

Music man- 🕷️🎧

Helpy- 🧸📜

•Scraps

Scrapbaby- 🛼🤡

Scraptrap- 🗑️🐰

Molten freddy- 🍝🐻

Lefty- 🐻🎭

•Glamrocks

Glamrock freddy- 🐻⚡

Glamrock bonnie- 🐰⚡

Glamrock chica- 🐥⚡

Roxanne wolf- 🐺⚡

Montgomery Gator- 🐊⚡

Sun- 🃏☀️

Moon- 🌙🃏

•Extras

Golden freddy- 💀🐻

Old man consequences- 🐊🎣

Vanny- 🐰🔦

Burntrap- 🔥⚡

Glitchtrap- 🐰🎮

Mimic- 🤖🔌

Shadow Bonnie- 🌑🐰

Shadow freddy- 🌑🐻

Eclipse- 🌙☀️

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sundropmoondroplover · 2 years

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Masterlist

Fnaf 1:

Grumpy Cuddles Freddy x Reader

Playing With Ears Bonnie x Reader

Boop The Snoot Freddy x Reader

~Devoted To My Past William Afton x Reader~ Currently working on

Fnaf 2:

~Broken Hearts Withered Bonnie x Reader~ Currently working on

Now Your Like Us Marionette x Ghost Child Reader

Fnaf 3:

~Chasing The Mouse Springtrap x Reader~ Currently working on

Fnaf 4:

Not Truly Scary Nightmare Bonnie x Reader Part 1

~Not Truly Scary Nightmare Bonnie x Reader Part 2~ Currently working on

Fnaf Sister Location:

~None Yet~

Fnaf Pizzeria Simulator:

~None Yet~

Fnaf Security Breach:

Jealous Gator Montgomery Gator x Reader part 1

Jealous Gator Montgomery Gator x Reader part 2

Jealous Gator Montgomery Gator x Reader Final

~Glam Up Party Roxanne Wolf x Reader~ Currently working on

Sun/Moon Protect The Starlight Story

Fnaf Movie:

~Fun Times William Afton x Reader~ Currently working on

~Night Job Mike Schmidt x Reader~ Currently working on

~Security Work Vanessa x Reader~ Currently working on

#fnaf security breach #fnaf 1 x reader #fnaf 2 #fnaf 3 #fnaf 2 x reader #fnaf 3 x reader #fnaf 1 #fnaf 4 #fnaf 4 x reader #fnaf sister location #fnaf sister location x reader #fnaf pizzeria simulator #fnaf pizzeria simulator x reader #fnaf security breach x reader

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reaper-bloodmoon · 1 month

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Fuck It, Doing A FNAF + TSBS SHIP List Now

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FNAF

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Bonnie x Chica

Foxy x Mangle

Withered Foxy x Mangle

Toy Bonnie x Toy Chica

Mangle x Toy Chica

Withered Bonnie x Withered Chica

Phantom Foxy x Phantom Mangle

Phantom Freddy x Phantom Chica

Springtrap x Nightmare

Nightmare Bonnie x Nightmare Chica

Jack O' Bonnie x Jack O' Chica

Nightmare Foxy x Nightmare Mangle

Funtime Freddy x Funtime Foxy

Funtime Foxy x Lolbit

Glamrock Freddy x Glamrock Bonnie

Glamrock Freddy x Punk Rock Mary(OC)

Glamrock Freddy x Sun(Alternate Timeline Ship)

Glamrock Freddy x Moon(Alternate Timeline Ship)

Glamrock Bonnie x Moon

Glamrock Bonnie x Sun

Roxanne Wolf x Glamrock Chica

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TSBS

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Any Established Canon Ships

KC x Ruin

Sun x Foxy, but in the queerplatonic way

#fnaf sb au #fnaf au #fnaf oc #tsams au #queerplatonic kidscove #kc x ruin

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soursherbat · 11 months

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Sensation; Chapter 2

Let Me In

Click for Chapter 1

A Springtrap x OC fanfic

Word Count; 2,382

I tossed and turned in my bed, a restful sleep quickly becoming a pipe dream I'd be unable to attain. I just couldn't get last night off my mind.

The sun shone harshly in my eyes, the light streaming in through the curtains I’d forgotten to fully close this morning when I’d stumbled into my bedroom. I was so exhausted and overwhelmed, I’d just crawled into bed wearing my uniform and called it a day.

I was at least feeling a bit better today, if still frazzled. It was sunset now, the last little bit of sunlight left in the day waking me up before my alarm. It was just as well, it’s not like I was actually getting any rest.

Another nightmare had plagued my sleep, surprisingly unrelated to what had happened last night. Springtrap did make an appearance, though... the circumstances made my heart feel as if someone had run it through a shredder.

It was just my anxiety ridden thoughts coalescing into a dream, but it didn’t stop my heart from aching. I could see him in the building, pacing the hallways by himself, searching for people who weren’t there. Ghosts of the past, only dust on the floor where people had once stood.

That was when I had been woken up, probably for the best. I had only just met this... this man. He was a man, once, and still acted like one now- it was only fair to refer to him as such.

This man was making me feel such complicated feelings. It was true, I did get attached to people much quicker than I should, but the context here was incredibly strange. Most probably wouldn’t even consider him a person, and yet here I was, pitying him. Feeling... some other emotions I honestly wasn’t equipped to deal with yet- I’d just woken up after all.

My daily routine felt anything but routine, getting ready to leave for work didn’t feel so dreadful anymore, though it did force me to have to face those feelings I’d been trying to shove down.

On the drive there I had the music turned up loud, trying to drown my thoughts out by paying attention to the lyrics. It never worked, the opposite always happened instead.

With how much I was thinking, very little of substance actually came from it. I knew I had to do something about him, I couldn’t just allow them to use a man’s reanimated corpse as an attraction. It made me sick to my stomach, my grip on the steering wheel tightening until my knuckles had turned white.

I focused on that feeling instead of the lingering sense of dread and attraction that stayed in the back of my mind, not willing to confront either of them just yet.

Before I knew it, I was pulling into the parking lot of this twisted attraction. It was going to be opening to the public soon, I needed to seriously think about what I was going to do about this. There’s no way I was going to let them use him as a prop.

I wonder how many other people would do the same in my position, or if I’m just putting too much thought into the humanity of a simulacrum of a long dead man. But... his eyes- his face... there was something alive in there, be it a spirit or whatever you’d like to call it. I knew there was something worth saving there.

I walk into the building, locking the door behind me before making my way to the office. Much to my surprise, Springtrap was already waiting for me inside. He noticed me immediately, his eyes lighting up as he faced me, tilting his head to the side as if he couldn’t believe the sight in front of him.

“You’re back...”

He... smiles at me. This wasn’t just the suit’s smile, either- I could see his lips curl into a smile at the revelation that I’d come back for him. It’s infectious, I can’t help but return it as I step into the room.

“I told you I would be, didn’t I?”

He approaches me quickly, reminding me of how small I am in comparison to his height. He’s easily eight feet tall, not even counting the ears... now that I’m looking at them, they seem to be twitching a bit, as if he was excited to see me.

Well, he probably was. It definitely seemed like it, he was approaching me like a lost puppy. He certainly smelled worse than one, but I could deal with it for now.

“I’m not exactly a wise person. Plus... I don’t think I could live with myself if I left you alone here.”

His demeanor seems to shift a little, his body language comes off as apprehensive. He’s twitchy usually, but it’s even worse right now.

“You... are a better person than I, Hawk.”

There’s a melancholy tone to his voice, but he seems to catch himself, trying to brush past his momentary lapse in composure.

“Why come back for me? You... seemed terrified of me last night.”

I cast my eyes down to the floor, shifting my weight between feet anxiously. I couldn’t explain why- I just knew I had to.

“I feel like anyone in my position would...”

I deflect, though I know I’m full of shit. He knows it too, judging by the look he gives me.

“No, Hawk- most people would have quit by now.” He cuts straight through my excuse, and I know he’s right. “You... shouldn’t have come back for me. I don’t know why you did, I’m a monster.”

Springtrap seemed to try to distance himself from me, his eyes- he was conflicted. I couldn’t be sure, but it seemed like he didn’t want to move away from me.

I can’t help but scowl a bit, shaking my head at the idea. Sure- he was a walking, talking corpse in a bunny suit, but he hadn’t so much as even looked at me in a threatening manner. He may be a monster, but he wasn’t dangerous now.

At least to me- the thought of him around others was disconcerting. How would they react to him? How would he react to them, should they react badly?

I couldn’t let this place open with him as an attraction.

“So what? You’re different now- but... well. I don’t know about you, but when I think of a monster, I don’t think of someone like you.”

The moment I heard him ask to come in to the office, even adding a “please” in there- he was formal and polite, and far kinder to me than anyone in charge of this dump had been.

“You don’t know who I am, what I’ve done...” He pauses, shrinking away from me. He seems indignant, frustrated that I could even consider treating him nicely. “I’m not worth your time.”

“I don’t know you- but I do know that whatever you did doesn’t matter now.” I gesture to his suit, the mangled remains of his body still inside of it, caked with grime and his own blood. “I feel like spending so long like this is atonement enough.”

He seems to calm himself a bit, his raised shoulders slowly relaxing as he stands there, obviously not sure what to say in response. He’d obviously spent so long alone with his thoughts, mulling over everything that happened to him previously...

“What’s the last year you can remember?”

He stiffens a bit, obviously not liking where this is going.

“...1993.”

“... Springtrap, whatever happened- whatever you did... happened decades ago. Before I was even born.” I stop for a moment, “I don’t think I’m in any position to judge you.”

Springtrap is silent now, looking toward the floor as he processes everything I’m saying to him. He looks so lost, obviously unable to formulate a response. He just slowly steps toward me again, looking down at me.

“I... apologize for my outburst. It’s not my place to tell you what to do...”

He trails off, clearly bothered still. He tilts his head at me, a serious expression on his face.

“What year is it now, Hawk?”

“It’s... it’s 2023.”

He doesn’t respond, looking past me and furrowing his brow. It had been 30 years, trapped alone in that room. No wonder he thought that I was a hallucination, that was probably the only contact he had with anyone for three entire decades.

Now that I knew how long he’d been there, my resolve to get him out of here strengthened. I looked around, realizing just how many burnt out outlets littered this room alone. I had an idea... though I wasn’t sure if it would work.

“Springtrap... if I could take you with me, would you want to come?”

The question feels silly, but I feel like I should at least ask before I do anything drastic.

“Take... take me with you?” His ears perk up noticeably, an excitement in his voice he’d not displayed so far. “I... please. Get me out of here.”

Right. I could do this. I mean, the phone recordings even said to watch out for electrical fires. Nobody would know the difference- and Springtrap going missing could just be chalked up to the fire destroying everything.

Once it’d gotten to the end of my shift, I had Springtrap wait by the unlocked door for me. I had plugged in every available power cord into any burnt outlets I’d seen, some of them sparking before I’d even inserted the plugs all the way.

This place was a fire hazard to begin with. If I didn’t do it now, it’d burn down on its own- and Springtrap could be inside... nobody else would know to save him.

I feel justified in what I’m doing at this point. Consequences be damned, this place was burning.

I twisted the cap off of a water bottle I’d yet to finish, dumping the contents onto one of the outlets, and shoving another plug into it. It began sparking almost immediately, prompting me to run for the door. I open it for Springtrap, letting him out first as we abandon this place.

I wanted to get out of here before it was obvious it was on fire, then I could at least say it happened after my shift. I had to make room for him to fit into my car, but with some adjustments he... mostly fit. I couldn’t help but smile at him sitting there, his ears bent in front of his face from how low the ceiling was, and he was a little hunched over.

I got into the driver’s seat as soon as he was settled, starting the car and calmly driving off. No need to act suspicious, the fire hadn’t even spread outside yet...

“Don’t worry, I live nearby. You’ll be home in no time.”

I look in the rear view to check on him, catching him at the moment when he begins to smile again.

Home. That sounded so lovely to him at the moment, it had been so long since he’d been inside a real house. He’s staring out the window the entire ride there, eyes wide as he realized how much he had missed over all of these years.

By the time we’re pulling up to my house, he’s barely even registered that the car has stopped. This strange feeling of normalcy that he’d been missing for decades was disorienting. He couldn’t fully process it yet, overwhelmed by all of it.

I had to help him out of the car, his frame much too big for him to get out easily alone. He’s silent the entire time, just following me into the house and entering the kitchen without a single comment.

I lock the door behind us, breathing a deep sigh of relief. I’d just committed a crime. Sure, it wasn’t exactly heinous, it’s not like I murdered anyone or something- but the worry that someone could find out was going to be a lingering source of anxiety for weeks.

I look up at him, and he looks like he’s frozen. Aside from slight twitching and head movements, he’s completely still. He’s taking in the sights and sounds of my home- our home. Not like he had anywhere to go, and he couldn’t exactly get a place of his own.

“I’m... sure this is hard on you. Take your time, this place is yours now too.”

The sentiment seems to hit him like a truck. He slowly walks through the home- his home. This is his home now. It doesn’t feel right to him, so many months staring at the tiled flooring and walls of the old pizzeria... this was too normal. He couldn’t cope with it just yet.

I pull out one of my kitchen chairs, the noise of it scraping against the linoleum floor catching his attention. I motion for him to sit, smiling up at him.

“Sorry to have to do this to you, but... you need a bath. Would a carpet cleaner work...?”

The question was more of a rhetorical one, mostly asking myself it, surprising me when I actually get an answer.

“That’s how we used to clean them.”

He’d not said a word this entire time, and it didn’t even seem like he realized he’d spoken up. His eyes light up a bit in recognition, looking up at me.

“Wait.” He grabs my arm, his grip firm and yet oddly gentle. “I... I’m not sure about that... the spring locks...”

He seems anxious, even a little scared at the notion of being cleaned.

“I... I need to find some way to clean you. You can’t stay like this...”

Springtrap relents, solemnly nodding and resuming his examination of the patterns on the floor as he tried to come to terms with everything happening. I could empathize with the state he was in, it seemed like he was having a dissociative episode.

“Everything will be okay. I promise.”

It’s as much of a reassurance for him as it is for myself. I was so anxious that someone would find out what I did, and ruin everything... fuck it, I didn’t care that we’d known each other for so little time, I cared about him. I’d be upset if someone took him from me. And... he deserved this. I wanted to make him happy.

He looks up at me again, slowly nodding after a few moments.

“I... I believe you.”

Next Chapter ->

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