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celestial-toys · 2 years

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Caught up in Caution

"You know that if they even start to sense that you might be uncomfortable with something- they’re gonna stop and make sure you’re okay. Let alone if you actually say that you’re uncomfortable? Oh, they’re gonna treat it like it’s an emergency."

Pairing: Sun/Moon/Reader

Word Count: 2,139

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Contains: [afab!Reader] [sub!bottom!Reader] [gentle dom!top!Sun & Moon] [no gendered terms used] [Sun & Moon are separate animatronics] [implied DP] [it isn't necessarily a "first time trying DP" scenario but could probably be read as such]

A/Ns: this is literally just my rambling thoughts about communication and ongoing consent during sex with Sun and Moon, because sex isn’t always perfect and smooth, which eventually turns into a little drabble about them being afraid that they’ve hurt you

As fun as all the other kinkier and rougher stuff can be- the main thing I keep returning to and pining over is the thought of just.. gentle, careful, loving and comforting sex with Sun & Moon.

Just… so fucking soft. Slow. Calm. Safe. Sane. Consensual.

Because, as far as the versions of them that live in my head go- they’re actually surprisingly good at sharing. The last thing they want to do is make you feel like you’re just some toy that they can’t stop fighting over. They love you but they also love each other. This isn’t a competition.

They’re not gonna do anything that causes you to show even the slightest sign of hesitance. Their eyes are constantly darting back up to look into yours, continually making sure that this is okay, that you still feel safe, that you still want this.

Constant little questions being whispered from both of them.

“Is- is this okay? Not too much?”

“Does that feel good, Sunshine?”

“I’m not gripping you too tight, am I?”

“Is this alright, Starlight?”

“You promise you’re comfortable between us like this?”

Some people might fear that asking so many little questions like that during sex might be a turn off. For you though, honestly, it’s the complete opposite. Nothing makes it easier for you to let go and enjoy what’s happening than the constant reminder that you can say no, or stop, or slow down, or change your mind at any time. That you’re the one in control here. Even while knowing that they could overpower you in one second flat- you feel so safe because you know that they won’t.

You know that if they even start to sense that you might be uncomfortable with something- they’re gonna stop and make sure you’re okay. Let alone if you actually say that you’re uncomfortable? Oh, they’re gonna treat it like it’s an emergency.

Even if it’s just some small thing, like, “Hey.. can we uh.. can we switch positions a little bit? My body’s getting a little tired..” they’re already moving as quickly as they can while trying to remain gentle with you.

Sun completely pulls out in his slight panic, torn between wanting to go slow with you and wanting to relieve your discomfort as quickly as possible, before you can even tell him that that’s not even necessary.

You try telling him that he wasn’t hurting you, but you can tell that both bots are quickly getting lost in their shared headspace, conversing rapidly and silently with each other out of instinct, the same way they always solved any problems that arose when it was just them alone, against the world. Together.

The thoughts that constantly fire back and forth between them quickly shift from calm to panicked.

[ … 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕.. 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒚, 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚. ]

[ 𝕚 𝕒𝕞, 𝕚 𝕒𝕞, 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟.. 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪’𝕣𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕠- 𝕠𝕙- 𝕠𝕙 𝕘𝕠𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕚𝕥.. ]

[ 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚.. ]

[ 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕥- 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕥𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖. ]

[ 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔. ]

[ 𝕒𝕓𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤. ]

[ 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆.. ]

[ 𝕨-𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥. ]

[ 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪’𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕕? ]

[ 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆- 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆, 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆- 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕- 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕?? ]

[ 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦?! ]

[ 𝒘𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎! ]

[ 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪’𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟! ]

[ 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝑺𝒖𝒏!- ]

Outside their headspace, at the same time, they’re talking aloud over one another, asking you twenty questions. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Where does it hurt, starlight? Do you want to stop? Was I too rough?”

You can’t help but feel a wave of emotion wash over you, your throat getting a little tight and eyes shining with a hint of tears at the sight of these two fools being so careful with you that they think they did something horribly wrong just because your thighs are tired.

It’s extremely endearing.

You can’t help the way you smile as you attempt to reign in their worried thoughts and questions. Finally, your voice seems to break through their combined internal noise and you catch their focus.

“Hey- hey - look at me. Can you two look at me, please?” Their heads snap to attention, looking up from where they were scanning all over you looking for signs of injury. Sun’s hands slowing their cautious search to a halt on your waist while Moon’s settle feather light on your outer thighs. Both of their thumbs gently brushing back and forth over your skin- a little sign of affection that they both share.

Looking back and forth between them as you speak, you calm them before they can get carried away thinking they did something wrong. “There we go. Listen to me, loves- I’m okay . Completely okay. I promise. You didn’t do anything wrong, and I don’t want to stop, my thighs literally just got tired of the position we were in.”

You can’t help but laugh a little at yourself, sitting here explaining the concept of your muscles getting tired to two beings that could probably keep going until the actual sun burns out and never even need to slow down. “As incredible as it feels.. I can’t hold that position forever, unfortunately. But, I promise- you haven’t hurt me. I just wanted to shift around a little, okay?”

Sun lets out a conflicted whine as he rests the top of his faceplate against the back of your shoulder, rays retracted in lingering worry. Moon looks up at the two of you with a mix of love and concern written all over his features. Sun’s always been the more anxious of the two, so even though Moon seems to have realized that nothing is actually wrong, he knows Sun might need a little longer to stop overthinking things.

One of Moon’s hands reaches up to find Sun’s, and you feel him gently sliding it up over your hip, along your side and working his way under Sun’s hand to lace their fingers together, getting his attention. His gravelly voice calls out to him quietly. “Sunny, it’s okay. They’re not hurt, see? I know you’re scared of being too much for them.. you know I am too.. but needing a break from physical exertion after a while is normal for humans. We both know that. It doesn’t mean that we’ve hurt them.”

He looks at you for confirmation, faceplate clicking to the right twice, in semblance of cocking his head to the side in question. “Right, little Star?”

At his question, you pull yourself out of the zone you were lost in, having gotten caught up in watching Moon be so soft and affectionate with Sun. He knew how to talk him down better than anyone.

You echo his sentiment. “Yes, exactly! I’m okay. Everyone’s okay, Sunny.” You turn your head as best as you can to look at him, but with how he’s pressed up against you, holding you from behind, you eventually just settle for nuzzling your cheek up against the edge of his faceplate. Sun pulls in a deep simulated breath, attempting to cool out his system before speaking up.

“I don’t mean to overreact, truly! But.. when it comes to things like this, it’s just.. anything involving something so intimate with you.. I can’t afford to hurt you. I can’t afford to mess this up. Want this to be perfect for you, you know? We both do.. and.. even if Moon doesn’t show it as much.. I know he’s nervous too.” The hand of his that’s still resting on your waist starts to move again, fingertips slowly tracing the outline of your form as he calms himself down.

You struggle to suppress the shiver that runs through you in response to the feeling, not wanting your body’s involuntary response to ruin the emotional moment. With your eyes closed, leaning back against Sun, you miss the slight smirk that grows on Moon’s face when he catches the way you tense up around him. Even without looking, though, you already know there’s no way he didn’t notice, given that he’s still buried to the hilt inside you. Both of you ignore it in favor of making sure that Sun is okay, though.

Sun’s voice comes out a bit sheepish when he speaks up again. “Sorry if I, uhm.. ruined the moment..” he trails off and you speak up before he can think something like that for one more second.

You reach behind you and gently tilt his faceplate up to look at you. “No, honey, you haven’t ruined anything. Not at all. ” You turn to look down at Moon, who isn’t doing as good of a job at hiding the concern on his face as he might think he is, and you speak to both of them.

“Neither of you have ruined this. I’ll remind you as many times as I need to, I love how careful you two are with me. It doesn’t pull me out of the moment when you ask if something is okay. It doesn’t ruin anything if we need to stop and switch positions. Your frequent checking in with me makes me feel so safe, and that allows me to relax, and that allows me to feel good. I love it. I really do.”

You reach down and find Moon’s hand where it’s been gently kneading at your thigh. “I’m more than happy to pick back up where we left off as long as you two want to as well. Or, if anyone’s not up for more right now we can always take a break and just cuddle and relax. It’s your call. You guys have just as much of a say in what we do as I do, remember? I want you both to be comfortable as well.”

Sun looks down at Moon and is met with a look that has shifted into the same patient, loving expression that he sees on your face. “I- I mean- I’m definitely still up for more if you two are. Now that I know you’re okay, Sunshine. I.. I’d still like to finish what we started.” He says with a small smile, looking down like he’s embarrassed to admit what he wants.

And he is, sometimes.

He can get a little shy when it comes to actually vocalizing all the things he wants to do with the two of you. He’s grateful that both Moon and you seem to find it nothing but endearing.

You look to Moon to see what he wants and if the devious little grin that has made it’s way back onto his face says anything, you know what he’s gonna say. Not to mention, with way your body is settled down against him, you can feel the vibrations that reverberate through him when he speaks, almost like he’s doing it on purpose.

“Well… if both of you are still feeling up to it, you know g̸͎̫͛o̵̫͙͘d̸̖̊d̸̮͒̍å̴͙̈ͅm̸̳̭̈n̷̘͐͌ well I am.” His voice box seems reluctant to form the word, but he brute forces it anyways, and you don’t know if his glitchy attempt at cursing should turn you on as much as it does. Well, it’s not like you could ever hide your honest reaction from him anyways, if your wetness beginning to pool at the base of his pelvic plate is anything to go by.

If Sun takes any sort of issue with Moon’s use of “foul language”, he doesn’t show it, the solar bot already preoccupied with seeing to it that you’re still prepared to take him. Long, gentle fingers slowly opening you back up as you let yourself fall forward, back arching instinctually, hands bracing yourself on Moon’s chest. His hands make their way back to your hips, fingers rubbing gentle circles into the soft curves of your form, still ever mindful of the fact that you’re fragile.

“I do recall the both of us making a promise to fill you up.. and I would certainly like to uphold my end of the deal.” His eyes flick away from where they’d trailed down between you two, his focus always drawn to where the three of you connect, back to your face. “If that still sounds appealing to you, of course, Starlight.”

Sun can’t help but giggle at the way your breath hitches at the simple combination of Moon’s words and his fingers finding a certain sweet spot that he’d been searching for. You shiver and shift between them in response to the thought of being completely full of them both again, and you nod your head eagerly, “yes, please” falling from your lips so easily, over and over, quickly falling back into the headspace that makes it so easy to just take. To relax, to let go, and beg for them to give you everything they can.

You know you’re in safe hands, and you’re eager to let those hands wander wherever they please.

#sundrop smut #moondrop smut #sun x reader x moon #sundrop #moondrop #sun x reader #moon x reader #fnaf smut #fnaf nsft #fnaf security breach #security breach smut #nsft writing #Seven.txt - Under The Stars #cw smut

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year

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Would you be willing to write something with MXES where the reader wears the mask and sees MXES but isn’t afraid of them, and maybe Helpy is urging the reader to run, or deactivate the system but they’re curious about this big scary bunny… hopefully no animatronics get called to the scene if their interaction…

-glitch phone

"Erm, I'd advise that you RUN away from the Entity. You should not approach it under any circumstances!"

Ignoring Helpi's constant warnings of danger, curiosity overtook and and all instincts to flee as you walked close to M.X.E.S, still wearing the security mask. You weren't all that scared of it, instead wanting to have a better look.

The tall and sinister-looking black hare just stared down at you, tilting its head. It, too, was curious about your intentions.

While its purpose was to stop you from tampering with the parent node behind you, it couldn't help but wonder why you turned away from your task the second you felt its presence.

For whatever reason...you weren't freaking out despite it sending Monty after you once before.

You barely got away without getting your ankles bitten off by that feral gator!

You knew very well it could summon him again, but you weren't scared at all.

Pocketing the Faz Wrench, you stopped and waved your hand, awkwardly smiling at the entity. "Hello, there." You spoke, surprised by the brief disappearance of its usual grin, as though your actions confused it entirely.

But it then waved back, before disappearing into a cluster of glitches, vanishing from your sight altogether.

Suddenly, you heard an awful static noise and turned around to see it now mere inches from your face, its grin returning and looking wider than ever.

You winced slightly as you felt another migraine coming on...no thanks to you wearing the mask for so long.

Yet besides that...you didn't scream or flinch.

M.X.E.S thought for sure that little scare would've intimidated you enough to back away from the node. Maybe then it wouldn't have to call an animatronic to your location, and you'll leave the Pizzaplex's systems alone.

It's grown unusually protective over them, even though you were authorized to use the mask and access the AR world.

For a few moments, you had an intense staring contest, unsure of who was going to do what.

But you only became further fascinated by this creature the longer you gazed upon it. You had no clue which one of your coworkers designed it, but...they sure did a hell of a job making it look so real despite being a simulation.

Then you wondered something...and it was something you hoped to try.

And wanted to try something.

Helpi kept babbling inside your brain that making direct contact with the Entity would likely result in "death and dismemberment", adding the company wasn't responsible for that should it happen. You just rolled your eyes, knowing he didn't need to remind you of that shitty excuse of a "policy".

Instead, you slowly reached out to M.X.E.S' face, surprised when your hand rested on its muzzle. You could feel cold steel, fur, wiring, and static buzzing beneath your fingertips.

Although it couldn't see it, your eyes were wide in awe, and you had a huge smile that nearly rivaled the one on the mask.

This entity was solid. It was a creature you could actually touch, now that you were both on the same plane of existence.

Its eyes widened, yet it didn't react violently or fearfully...it simply remained perfectly still, allowing your hands to roam and pet it.

"Oh wow..haha.." You laughed softly, bringing both hands to the sides of its jaw. "Didn't expect you to be so soft and cuddly. You take after Bonnie well, huh?"

M.X.E.S isn't sure what overcame its programming in that moment, but...it began to like your touch.

It's never known gentle hands, not even from its own maker, until now.

That alone caused it to abandon its current directive as its shoulders relaxed, closing its eyes with content. Then it leaned its head down slightly so you could gently rub its ears--which were also made of metal and fur and static.

Shrinking its size down a bit enabled you to fully cradle its head in your arms, and you smiled, looking over at the glowing blue bunny node that stared back at you.

Meanwhile, Helpi had gone radio silent, much to your relief. That little bear probably crashed because this scenario was so unexpected, so unusual that he simply couldn't compute.

You silently chuckled at that thought, deciding that you'll stay like this for a little while.

The parent node didn't really need maintenance, anyways.

#call me a simp but hjshg i just wanna pet bunni #clanask #glitch phone anon #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's x reader #fnaf sb x reader #fnaf security breach x reader #fnaf ruin x reader #fnaf mxes #fnaf entity #fluff

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acidxinxwonderland · 9 months

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Heyoo, Im needy for some angst, so can I get "how the glamrocks would react to accidentally hurting them"? Like for example roxy accidentally scratching them, or Monty losing control with his anger?? You don't have too tho!!! Thank you :)

This is a VERY late response to this ask, I apologize! This sounds like a very fun, yet also sad idea. Let's start, shall we? Starting least angsty to most.

TW: Choking, slight blood, shoving, head getting bonked, just overall angsty for the last two.

Glamrock Chica

During night watch you hear rummaging in the kitchen, steeling your nerves and going to check, Chica is there going through the trash.

She bawks and throws a can straight at your head

"Oh my stars?! Are you alright?"

She feels incredibly guilty, keeping you company through the shift

She constantly checks the growing bump on your forehead

The next night, you find a neatly packaged cupcake. The perfect apology

Glamrock Freddy

Freddy is having a slight malfunction in his arm. You are the one to repair him.

"Please be cautious. I feel... Strange."

You weren't cautious. You failed to reconnect a wire.

With a roar you've never heard before, the wind is knocked out of your lungs from a great force. It wasn't until you are on the ground that you realized he used his other arm to shove you away.

There is a stunned silence that falls between you too. He can't believe he did such a thing, he felt as if he wasn't in control. He hates being out of control.

"Superstar, I am so sorry." Remorse is heavy in his tone, reaching out to you with the hand that just pushed you away.

You're bewildered, out of all the animatronics, Freddy has never laid a hand on you in such an aggressive way, you shrink from his touch.

Watching you shrink away, his hand closes, simulating a sigh as he his head falls. "I don't know what came over me. I..." He trails off.

Your eyes soften, getting up from your spot on the ground. "It's alright bud, you told me to be cautious."

As you continue working on him you have to constantly reassure him that you didn't see him any differently. Although for the next few weeks whenever he brought his hand up near you, you can't stop yourself from flinching away.

He can't bear seeing you afraid of him. Although it takes you weeks to get over it, it takes him months upon months.

Roxanne Wolf

On patrol once again, you hear crying off in the distance while roaming down the large, dark corridors of the Pizzaplex. The closer you get, the easier it was to make out. It was Roxy...

You urge on until you reach the staff's bathroom, entering to see the animatronic wolf near a mirror, covering her eyes as she let out heart wrenching sounds.

"Roxy...?" You ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Her hands are quick to fall from her face, staring at you through the mirror with glowing eyes. "What are you doing here?! Get out."

There is nothing but concern on your face as you walk towards her with slow steps, as if trying to sooth a cornered animal.

Getting in her space was your worst mistake. "I said get out!" She pivots towards you, swinging her arm at and you thought it was game over.

Your eyes screwed tight, you didn't even realize. As you slowly open them, relieved to know you are alive, you feel warmth trickle down your cheek, dripping down onto your uniform.

You both now stare at each other in complete disbelief. Roxy takes a step forward, labored breath leaving her voice box, something you've never heard before.

"I..." Her voice falters, reaching up to collect some of the blood on her finger. "I didn't mean to."

She hurt her number one, it didn't matter what she was upset about before. How could she do this to you of all people?

You grab her large hand, tears welling up in your eyes as you try to push past your own feelings. "I know you didn't Roxy."

You stayed in the bathroom all night, sitting on the sinks counter while she sunk down onto her knees in front of you. You stroked her hair as she cried, her head resting on your lap. You barely understand what she says through her sobs besides murmured apologies.

Montgomery Gator

You were tasked to check on Monty during one of his many melt downs

He was in a rage due to an argument with Freddy, yelling and punching the wall

You are petrified as you go into his green room

He immediately senses your arrival, halting for a moment to stare at you with eyes filled to the brim with unbridled rage. There was simulated huffs coming from him, as if he was ready to attack any moment.

"What are you doing here brat?"

Monty sees you as a close friend, one of the only people he trusted in the Pizzaplex. He didn't want you to see him like this.

"I'm here to help."

"Help?" His fists clench at his side. "Who said I wanted any help?"

"Well... Management sent me in but I also-"

Your words are cut off from a loud growl of distress. He was hurt, hurt by the fact that you didn't come here on your own terms and angry at management to send you in when he knew he was out of control.

He punches a hole in the wall, he can feel his fingers malfunctioning. It was as painful as it could be for something made of metal. "God damn it!"

He can't hurt you, he can't hurt you, he can't. He would never forgive himself, he won't do it.

It was as if he blacks out, and once he comes to, his hand is around your neck and you're up against the wall.

You're struggling to breath, suspended in the air as you weakly claw at his forearm.

He sees that pleading look in your eyes, and never has he been more terrified.

He lets go of you, you fall to the ground on your knees, gasping out.

Monty sees those marks on your neck, he sees the damage he has done. He can't believe he would ever do such a thing, not to you. You. He...

He hates himself for it.

"Leave."

You don't think twice, managing to get up on your feet and stumbling out of the green room as you massage the forming bruise on your skin.

He sits there in the green room, quiet as quiet can be as he thinks about what he has done. He looks down at the hand, remembering feeling your pulse against his finger tips.

He has to stay away from you now. He must. The only one he could trust. Yet he lost yours, and there was no coming back from it.

#headcanon #montgomery gator #monty fnaf #roxanne wolf #roxy security breach #glamrock freddy #glamrock chica #angst #monty x reader #glamrock chica x reader #roxanne wolf x reader #glamrock freddy x reader #y/n

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deyisacherry · 6 months

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Closing time. — Sun x Moon drabble.

The Superstar Daycare had finally closed its doors for the day. The children were picked up by their parents, and the place was now in complete order.

The animatronics in charge of that place were sitting in their room, Sun with his back to Moon, while he carefully rearranged the wires on his plate, because one of the children accidentally pulled them. For clinging to Sun and refusing to leave the daycare, his small hands reached for the wires behind his head. The little boy wanted to continue playing, but his mother was finally able to convince him, and they both calmly retired.

Luckily, they weren't too important wires and the only problem that Sun had was having his rays stuck for a while before closing.

“Alright, that's it. Try to retract them.” Moon asks with a softer voice than usual, due to his slightly low battery... And also because that's how he prefers to talk to Sunny, since he notices the clear comfort it gives him.

Sun obeys and retracts his rays without problem, silently.

“Good, now extend them again.”

Sun obeys once more, and then turns them from one direction to another, as a sign that he is now in perfect condition.

Moon smiles and softens his expression. His hands now travel to the ruffled collar on Sun's neck, also fixing it so it returns to its shape a little. “You're pretty quiet today. Is everything okay, Sunny?”

Sun just nods softly, letting Moon do his thing. He plays with his fingers absentmindedly, while he keeps looking ahead, lost.

Moon tilts his head in mild concern. He lets out a static sound like a sigh, and he moves from his spot to stand side by side with Sun. He gently nudges him with his shoulder, looking at him expectantly.

“Hey... usually you're the one who does most of the talking, and I'm the one who listens patiently. Something wrong?" Moon says, raising his voice just a little more. “You can tell me, you know that, right?... I don't think I fixed any cables wrong, so I can say that your voice box is fine-”

“Moony.” Sun interrupts.

Moon stops talking for a moment, and then answers. “Yes, Sunflower?”

“Do you think I'm still good at taking care of children?”

Moon straightens, and tilts his head in confusion. What kind of question is that?

He puts a hand on Sun's, making him stop moving them, asking him to look straight at him, but the solar animatronic remains with a distant gaze.

“... Of course you do, Sunny. You are the best at taking care of the little stars.” Moon says as he gently caresses the other's hands with his thumb. "Why you ask?"

Sun shrugs, tense.

“I guess… after all that time being alone…” Moon's hand lightly squeezes Sun's, knowing what he means. “... Sometimes I feel like it's not the same. I get too nervous, or- or I make mistakes, or I feel overwhelmed when they leave.” Sun glances at Moon, and has a sad expression. “I feel like I'm new at this again... and I'm also afraid that I'll lose them, and you, again.”

Moon's eyes widen a little. Worried, he takes the sides of Sun's head in his hands, staring at him. “Sunny…” He says his name softly. “That's not going to happen, never again. That... thing is gone. It can’t hurt me, or you, or them.”

Sun sighs, looking down.

“I know how you feel, because... you know better than anyone how hard it was for me to believe that I'm no longer a monster.” Sun lets out a small sound of understanding. “But look at me now, and look at us. Look how well things have gone, and even many more children have come here than before. We are fine, we are safe and so are they, Sunny.”

Sun looks up again.

“And we are together. I am here with you. I can hug you, and see you, and always accompany you now. None of that will ever happen again. I promise you."

Sun's expression turns into a loving smile. His face plate rotates instead of his beams, since they're trapped between Moon's hands. Moon laughs sweetly at this, adoring how expressive his Sun is.

“And again... I believe, that you are the best of all. In everything you do.” Moon waits for Sun to stop turning his faceplate, and presses his smile against his forehead. Sun lets out small flustered giggles, putting his hands on Moon's wrists.

“... Thank you, Moony.”

“There is nothing to thank for, Sunlight.”

They both smile lovingly, looking into each other's eyes.

“... May I have my turn helping you arrange your clothes and cables?”

Moon laughs, tilting his face plate while maintaining a lovestruck expression.

"Sure." He replies, before giving him one more kiss.

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paradoxgavel · 1 year

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Pit Stop - Sun/Reader

Oh hey I wrote a thing! Just some stress-related fluff.

You are currently running around the Pizzaplex with all the fervor and grace of an over-caffeinated emu.

The Pizzaplex has been understandably busy lately - it's Summer and all the kids are out of school and piling into the Plex instead. It's something you foresaw, but not necessarily something you were prepared for. Because more patrons means more messes to clean, more damages to repair, more potential animatronic-related accidents to prevent. (People REALLY don't like being told not to use flash photography on the animatronics.) And so, for the past few... weeks? Has it been weeks now? The days are blurring together. For the last few fuckin' whatevers, it's just been go go go go from the second you clock in to the second you clock out.

It's... not gone unnoticed. Freddy's been awful worried for you lately, always checking in with you whenever he and you get a free moment together - an increasing rarity. But he's always got a big ol' bear hug waiting for you when you need it.

Chica's always sneaking snacks into your supplies. One time you found a little pack of cookies she'd somehow managed to sleight-of-hand into hiding in your uniform's hood in passing.

Roxy's invited you to come hang out in her room with her for a bit. She says she needs someone to listen to some new keytar riffs she's been working on and "you'll have to do", but... you can tell she really just wants to hang with you for a bit.

Even Monty's eased off picking on you lately. He tried busting your chops one day recently, and you're pretty sure you gave him a cold death glare that could turn even an animatronic to stone. He's been giving you an easier time since then. Even offered to take you golfing with him in case you needed to get some of that stress out.

And when your job brings you to the arcade after hours, you can't help but notice a certain giant DJ playing some nice lo-fi beats for you while you work. You'd be lying if you said it didn't help chill you out after a day of unrelenting frazzlement. If that's even a word.

And then... there's Sun and Moon. Your best friends in the Plex. When it comes to Moon, he's noticed how bone-tired you are at the end of each day, because he's quite literally hard-wired to notice such things. And so, if you want to have any hope of getting any work done during the night, you have to keep an eye out for a certain mechanical jester who wants to scoop you up, have you stop what you're doing, and tuck you in - pillow, blanket, plushies, good night head pats... the works. He's managed it a few times now. The fiend. The blackheart. The dastard. (Buuut... you do always wind up waking up feeling a lot better. And your work always seems to be finished up where you left off - shout out to the STAFF bots, heh...)

And Sun. Sun, who is currently watching you hustle and bustle around like that aforementioned caffeinated emu through the transparent panes around the daycare. You've got a million things you need to do today - so many messes to clean and repairs to do and customers to deal with and bots to supervise and--

"Hoooold it!!"

A familiar yellow mechanical arm lowering down into your path through the open daycare doors as you begin to hurry past them interrupts your frenzied train of thought and blocks your path - like a barrier gate in front of a toll booth. One with jingling bells attached.

You stop in your tracks in front of the arm, glancing up at its owner - your solar-themed robotic jester buddy, grinning down at you, bouncing a bit in place. "Attention, citizen! I'm afraid your weary travels have led you to the Superstar Turnpike! You've gotta stop and pay the toll if you wanna keep going!" He says with a chuckle.

You blink, processing this for a moment, before your tensed up body relaxes just a smidgen, putting your rush on hold for a moment, though you can still feel it buzzing in your chest - like a big electric ball of anxiety forcing you to stay on high alert. You give Sun a small, weary smile, and one of your eyebrows raises as you play along with him. "Oh, yeah? And what's the toll, then?"

Sun giggles at that, pleased as punch by you giving his antics a moment. He holds a finger up in the air like he's making a grand declaration. "The toll is, of course, one great big snuggly hug with yours truly!" He answers proudly... before more meekly tagging on, "I-If you'd like one. No worries if not."

You look him over for a moment, then sigh, a fond, grateful smile coming to your lips. Your arms raise outward in invitation. "... Bring it in, big guy." A quiet chuckle leaves you, soft and warm even in the weary sound of it.

Sun's rays spin around a quick moment, his hands taking a second to flap, getting the excitement out, before you're scooped up off the ground effortlessly. You're pulled in to be gently tucked against his mechanical shoulder, his arms wrapped around you, keeping you securely aloft, holding you safe and steady and warm. One hand smooths up and down your back, in a slow, comforting rhythm, as your head rests against his neck ruffle. "Theeere we go, friend." Sun hums, his voice quieter, gentler than usual - toned down for your sake. "Is that good? Are we comfy?"

You nod, giving a little hum in the affirmative - that buzzing in your chest a little quieter, and that racing train of thought in your head slowing down for a pit stop. "Mhm..."

Sun's chin rests itself on your head, nuzzling against you just a smidge as he rocks side-to-side, slow and easy. "Glad to hear it! Now... I need you to take a biiig, deep breath for me. Okay? Can we do that?"

You nod once more, then draw a deep, slow breath in through your nose, feeling the air fill your chest up... And then you let it out just as slowly, feeling the air leave you, like it's carrying your tension, your rush, your anxiety with it. When you've finished that breath out, your shoulders slump, calm and at ease. Maybe not entirely relaxed, but... certainly much more than you were just a minute ago. You're okay. Everything's okay. Everything's still going to be there waiting for you when you're done taking a breather. And it's going to be easier to handle after you've given yourself a moment of rest.

You close your eyes and snuggle into the hug a bit more, focussing on your breathing.

After a few moments of that, Sun holding you and rocking you back and forth, quiet for a moment while he lets you sort things out in your head, you pull back a bit. And he pulls back as well, holding you in front of him so that his bright, grinning face can look you over.

"Well, gosh, buddy, you're looking better already!" The hand that was petting your back comes up to lightly brush some hair out of your face. "Now let's see here... Hug, check. Deep breaths, check. Oh, something's missing here, I just can't think of what!"

He makes a big show tapping his chin in thought, his rays retracting and extending again around his head in a wave, making him look like some kind of loading screen symbol. That earns a little giggle from you at his goofiness, which, in turn, immediately makes him brighten up.

"Oh, oh, oh! That's it, friend! There's that wonderful little smile of yours! And my favorite laugh in the whole wide world! Of course that's what was missing, silly me!" He laughs, turning around on his heels with you in his arms to give you a gentle spin, earning another laugh from you, before he sets you down on your own two feet, a little boop on your nose for good measure. "Sooo. What's the verdict, friend? Are we ready to get back out there?"

You nod, still with a little trace of your giggle fit not having quite left you.

"Are we absolutely, positively certain, friend?" He rocks back and forth on his heels a bit, letting his arms swing back at fourth at his sides in a steady, bouncy rhythm.

"Sunny," You put your hand on your hips playfully. "We are absolutely, positively, one million percent certain. I... I got this now." You say, and... you do really mean it now. Everything feels a bit more manageable. You can make it through today at least. Just... one day at a time, one thing at a time. You can handle that, you think. You'll try, at least. And, well... you know you don't have to go it alone. Yeah. You've got this.

Sun gasps dramatically. "One million percent?! Well, goodness gracious, friend, you really mean business! All your tasks oughta be shaking in their boots!" He gives you a big, goofy salute. "Go give the rest of this day what for, then! Godspeed!"

With that, he gives you that salute and closes the door with a grand flourish.

... Only for it to open back up a few seconds later.

"... also hi do you think we can hang out later? I really wanna hang out." He pokes his head back out, fingers tapping together bashfully.

You can't help but chuckle again at that, nor can you help the warm, genuine smile that spreads across your face. "Yeah. I'd like that, Sunny." He gives a giggle of excitement, his rays twirling. "Now... you and I both have jobs to get back to, yeah? Let's get it done, big guy. And I'll see you again when we're done." You give him a nod, picking your forgotten supplies up once more. "... Love ya, Sun Bun. And thanks. For being here for me."

"Aww, love you too, bestest buddy. I'll always be here for you. Always and always! Now... I'll see you tonight!" And with a big, excited wave, the door closes once more, for real this time, your friend skipping away to get back to work.

You watch him go with a smile. Then you look back down at the supplies in your arms.

One more deep breath. In... and out.

Okay.

Let's do this.

#sun x reader #sundrop x reader #paradoxdrabble #fnaf daycare attendant

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molarbeardoc · 7 months

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Me when I write

Hope you all enjoy Cheshire Cat doomed yuri. This ship has grown on me a bit chat.

Also they start out dating? Woah that's rare from me

Enjoy hurhurhur

Edit before Posting #1: WTF SHE’S 6’7?! 9’0+ WITH THE HAT?! Oh my God she’s literally a fucking GIANT!!!!!!!

EBP #2: Urg I made myself jealous can’t wait to cause suffering

EBP #3: OH YEAH I should probably mention blood and character death warning. It does get a bit graphic towards the end. Viewer discretion is advised.

The elevator was noisy...

And full

Full and noisy...

She hated that.

Two of the things that she hated the most, combining into one awful physical hell.

Her ears flattened as each voice jumbled with one another.

"Brick boy."

"*KRRTZ* WA-WARNING PROTOCOL INITIATED! Animals of such large aren't allowed in the estabilishment! Please re-relocate."

"You wouldn't even hear a fly buzzing around through that thick wooded skull."

"I hate that um... dumb green cat."

So much noise, so many arguments. And then that dumb animatronic had the nerve to say she wasn’t allowed. Sure she wasn’t the thinnest cat but what she lacked there she made up for in strength. At least she thought she was strong.

Ugh! Why is she thinking so hard about this?! She just needs to get to the WHEEL OF floor, then she can get off this elevator and not have to worry about psychos anymore.

As if she spoke it into existence, the elevator dinged before its doors opened, revealing the floor as she let out a quiet prayer and sighed. She wasted no time to push past the others, earning her a few confused stares as she exited the elevator.

She made sure her tail wasn’t caught in the door, as that had happened before and trust her, not only was it painful but she nearly lost it entire, before turning her gaze to the purple suited deity that sat on the crates near the wheel. Her closed eyes opening at the sound of someone’s arrival.

"Retro!"

The feline purred as she heard the adoration in Mach’s voice, rushing over and climbing onto the stage before sitting next to her.

"Mrrow!" «Hi Mach!»

"What brings you here?"

DrRETRO rolled her eyes as she looked at the deity, who was now leaning forward with a knowing grin on her face.

"Meow!" «I know that look. You know why I’m here!»

"Yeah I know! I missed you."

"Meow.." «It’s only been a day.»

"That long?! Yeesh I don’t wanna know how two days are like!"

Before DrRETRO could respond, she heard the sound of a metal door slamming open. Of course being a cat, well katball, she was startled by it; instinctively jumping back to avoid possible danger.

Instead, she was met with the cowardly, caterpillar, clown. Pilby was staring at the two awkwardly, their face contorting into one of anxiety.

"D'ohhh… I’m sorry. Am I messing something up. Heugh I always mess up :0(…"

"Pilby we’ve talked about this, you’re not a mess up. You’re not interrupting anything."

"Oh good golly. I’m sorry Mach."

"It’s okay. You’re fine! If you wanna go on the elevator, you can. They haven’t left yet."

Pilby turned towards the open doors. Upon hearing and seeing the chaos that occurred, they shook their head rapidly.

"Oh fiddle faddle! That looks overwhelming! I prefer to stay here please…"

"Suit yourself."

She turned towards the startled cat, chuckling quietly as she lifted her top hat. At least the caterpillar wasn’t alone when it came to feeling afraid..

The doors of the elevator closed, taking the rowdy crowd with it as it began to ascend.

"Me-" «So-»

The doctor couldn’t even finish her statement- erm meow before she was pulled close and given several kisses on her forehead by Mach. As much as the feline loved it, she wouldn’t let her get away with this. At least not without a challenge, trashing around as she purred in an attempt to escape.

"Hey stop that! I’m not finished with you yet!"

DrRETRO continued her attempt at escape, her purring becoming louder before she eventually gave in. It’s not like she didn’t enjoy it, after all, anything that came from the deity was practically a gift… At least to her.

"Mrrrooow.." «I let you win this time.»

"Sure you did."

Mach held the face of the feline, looking down at her with a smile as she rubbed her cheeks.

"You’re really soft you know that?"

"Mmmrreow!" «Who do you take me for? Bive? I shower every day!»

"Yet you’re still a big, fat, stinker."

"Purrrr…" «I’m your big, fat, stinker.»

"Touché."

Pilby was left watching the two from the side, smiling as they listened to their adorable conversation. They found their relationship to be like two middle schoolers who had just gotten together, being all lovey dovey and overly affectionate with each other. They were glad they had fallen for one another.

Mach being the keeper and caretaker for the "[X] OF" floors, had a tendency to overwork herself. The last time that happened, someone ended up getting a hammer straight to the gut; and based off the sound, they were pretty sure it took a while before that person had actually healed. Not to mention Mach was left were a darker coloured hammer than what she originally had.

She did eventually attempt to apologize to them but the damage had been done and they immediately ran off before she could get halfway through her statements. They never heard or saw it happening again… But they were pretty certain it did when they weren’t around…

DrRETRO was similar. Usually overworking herself to give others check up. From what Pil heard, Bive was the most difficult one to handle, typically having to either be held down or knocked out to get her to comply. Just the sound of it seemed exhausting and irritating…

The difference between the two was DrRETRO fought dirty, going for quick and deadly attacks or attempting to cause some sort of permanent damage to her opponent. They were certain this had to do with her going to prison as they once witnessed, first hand, along with Mark and Spud!, her and Gnarpy get into a giant cat fight. Fur flying in frenzy as they fought tooth and claw. Even with the alien having the extra limbed advantage, xe still lost horribly due to Retro’s size and strength. Pilby even thought with Gnarpy’s zapper or whatever xe called it, xey would still lose!

They were certain the only reason why the katball even decided to heal xem was because Spud! asked her to! The very guy that hated Gnarpy ended up feeling bad for how badly xe lost the battle. Apparently that was enough to get the doctor to lift her glasses and beam the poor Gnarpian. As stoic as Gnarpy was, they had never seen xem look at someone with such hatred yet also pure terror in their four eyes.

Ever since then if either one saw the other on the elevator they flat out refused to enter it. They could’ve swore they even saw Gnarpy flinch one time when DrRETRO narrowed her eyes at xem.

However, it’s like they both tried to better themselves for the other. Both never overworked themselves since they got together, like they wanted to be the best version they could be for each other. It was absolutely adorable in the caterpillars eyes. Sometimes they even had little sleep overs! Mach typically left Pilby in charge when she was gone but always made sure that every task, except the easier ones so they didn’t feel useless, were already completed to prevent any accidents.

They watched as the two enjoyed each other’s company, talking and dropping the occasional pet name or tease. After a few minutes they decided to leave them alone, quietly walking across the stage and walking through the other metal door.

"Waowee, they’re adorable! I’m happy for them."

Mach listened as DrRETRO ranted about her day. From the rowdy elevator, to uncooperative or annoying patients, and even Jermbo not helping her out as he promised. He was always selling his pops that made everyone drop like flies… Well more like turn to dust. Mach witnessed it happen once, it freaked her out to think that something so simple could disintegrate someone just like that.

"So in other words, your day so far hasn’t been ideal."

"Mrraow…" «Yeah...»

"Well at least you’re here with me. I’m sure my mere presence can brighten it."

"Mew." «You’re so egocentric.»

"I am not! I’m just being honest!"

The feline rolled her eyes as she looked towards Mach, continuing to purr quietly with a small grin on her face.

"Mrrow..?" «Hey Mach?»

"Hm?"

"Mrreoww… Meow…?" «Maybe I’ve been listening to Split talk too much about Bive’s conspiracy theories but… You really think there’s other versions of you?»

"What?"

"Meow! Meww…" «You know like if there are different versions of you! Maybe a you that wears pink suit instead of purple?»

"That sounds like a fashion disaster, everyone knows purple is the superior colour."

"Meow! Mmmeow? Mrrow…" «Oh come on I’m being serious! Maybe in a different universe we switch roles? I take care of the Wheel of or Hall of or Wall of or whatever and you’re the one taking care of the others.»

"I mean… It sounds like an interesting concept. I don’t think it’s entirely plausible though. Well maybe it could exist…"

"Meow!" «Maybe I have a giant top hat or I’m just a dog in another reality!»

"I’m sure my catself would still love your dog self."

…

"Merrow.." «That makes me wonder…»

"What?"

"Mrroww…" «Are we together in those realities?»

"Well I’m sure we are! Seems unlikely that we aren’t."

"Mew…" «Yeah… You’re right…»

"When am I not?"

Mach would take her hat before covering the doctor’s face with it, mischievous grin on her face to contrast her usual neutral expression.

"MROW!" «YOU LITTLE-!»

She pulled the hat off her face, an amused purr erupting from the feline as she gazed up at the deity.

The next few hours of theirs were just spent talking and enjoying each other’s company, and before long, it was time for DrRETRO to go. She bid her farewells as she made her way back to the elevator and pressing one of the buttons. As she waited, she felt a slight tug on her sleeve as she looked down towards the cowardly caterpillar she saw earlier.

"Heugh, you don’t mind if I come with you do you? I’m pretty sure most of the ones from earlier got off. Plus, I need to get something from Enphoso’s shop..."

She nodded with a purr, she never minded Pilby. They were a sweetheart and one of the few more tolerable beings to be around. Plus, it was just a quick trip to the store and back; she could wait that long for them. The elevator dinged, opening its doors to reveal a nearly empty elevator; minus a tired Lampert and reserved Pest.

The two didn’t say a word at DrRETRO and Pilby entered the elevator, keeping to themselves rather than engaging in small talk. Pilby was already completing the necessary steps to make it to their desired floor before shuffling back over to stand near DrRETRO.

Soon enough Lampert exited onto his IKEA floor and Pest left to scrounge the subways, leaving the caterpillar and katball alone.

"So uhm…"

She looked down at Pilby, tilting her head.

"How are you?

"Meow." «Good…»

"That’s nice… That’s good… D’ohhh sorry for making things awkward. I just couldn’t stand the silence anymore."

"Mrrow." «It’s okay, I understand.»

"Are you gonna get anything from Enphoso’s shop?"

"Mmmmrew." «Hmm, I don’t think so.»

"Maybe you could get a gift for Mach?"

"Mrow-?" «What-?»

"W-Well you don’t have to! I was just suggesting since you two are together now you could get something for her? Heugh! Sorry for invading I don’t mean to be a nosy busybody…"

"Meow!" «No no, that’s a good idea!»

"Oh… That’s good!"

Retro nodded. Why hadn’t she thought of it sooner?! It was perfect! But what kind of gift could she get her? Enphoso had some of the most… interesting items. She could’ve sworn she remembered seeing some sort of plushed golden doll. When asked about it, apparently it was called The Token of Midas. What it did, she didn’t even wanna find out. She knew little of Midas but she knew about how everything he touched turned to gold.

That wasn’t a risk she wanted to take.

She was pulled from her thoughts as a small ding was heard, the doors of the elevator opening and revealing the cheery music of Enphoso’s Shop. The katball and caterpillar stepped out of the elevator as its doors closed behind them.

"Hello!"

An overwhelmingly cheerful and echoing voice spoke out. One she had heard many times, it was like a broken record.

"Welcome to my store. I only sell glig glags and doo dads, so be sure to pay up at the front desk! BUT DON'T STEAL ANYTHING FROM ME."

Yet another empty threat of the yellow, smiling, cashier. She had witnessed Pest swipe items from the shelves and face no consequences almost as many times as she heard its voice. Either Enphoso was extremely blind or extremely stupid; maybe even a bit of both.

Pilby had wasted no time to gather their items, which was simply some more apples and a small tub of frosting. DrRETRO was taking much longer however, carefully scanning the shelves for the perfect gift as Pilby watched from afar.

"What’s she looking for? Are my glig glags and doo dads not enough? Or is she planning on stealing..?"

The caterpillar jumped back out of fear. They never heard Enphoso speak in such a quiet yet malicious manner, the glare it sent them didn’t help either.

"Honk! Sh-She’s just looking for a-a gift for someone..!"

"You better not be lying caterpillar. I hate accomplices just as much as their thieving frie-"

It was cut off as someone cleared their throat. Enphoso looked up, its chilling smile remaining on its face as it looked at the katball doctor.

"Took you long enough, silly!"

DrRETRO merely rolled her eyes and placed a purple bowling ball on the counter. She would have preferred flowers but of course it didn’t have any… Weird smiley face.

"Will that be all?"

"Mrrew.." «Yes..»

The two watched as it rung up their items and sent them on their way.

"See you later! Hope you enjoyed your stay…"

Enphoso’s high pitched giggles could be heard as the elevator doors closed, freaky weirdo smiley face. What was wrong with that thing? It was always acting so weird.. She didn’t like it at all.

"I don’t think that thing likes you very much."

"Meow." «I don’t like it either.»

"That’s fair. What’d you get?"

"Mrrow. Mraow." «This purple bowling ball. I wanted to get her flowers, but just my luck that thing didn’t sell them.»

"Maybe you can get her flowers later?"

"Mrow-" «Maybe I could-»

The sound of metal and concrete scraping against each other cut her off. Both she and Pilby lifted their heads and looked at the ceiling towards two holes that replaced where the fluorescent lights would be.

"Mrrow..?" «What in the…?»

The caterpillar had already backed away, not wanting to get too close in case electrical wires fell from the openings. For DrRETRO? Curiosity killed the cat. One moment there was just confused staring and questioning mrrows, the next the sound of the bowling ball cracking as it hit the floor along with a cut off excruciating yowl.

Pilby could do nothing but stare in horror as the sound of metal pierced flesh and broke through bones filled their ears, the feeling of warm blood splattering on them as they dropped their newly bought items and covered their mouth in shock.

The caterpillar watched as DrRETRO quivered a few times before falling completely still, her eyes dull and lifeless as the metal spike that pierced her body slowly lifted back into the ceiling; dripping the thick crimson liquid from its tip and onto the floor. The katball laid there motionless, her fur stained red and skull cracked open.

The sight was too grotesque for Pilby, causing them to look away while crying. They felt sick to their stomach, they wanted to throw up. They were covered in blood, good GOD they were covered in her blood. What were they gonna do? They what COULD they do?! They can’t just carry her back to her floor she was way too heavy and-

Wait…

How were they even gonna explain this to Mach?

How could they break this down for her?! "Yeah sorry your girlfriend is dead.." THAT’S NOT HOW YOU TELL PEOPLE SOMEONE DIED! Christ they had no idea what to do..

They turned back to the lifeless body behind them before looking at the cracked bowling ball. She bought it for Mach, it’d only be fair that she received the gift, even if it was not of use. It laid partially in the small crimson pool that had gathered around the doctor, Pilby picked it up and held it carefully before backing away. Their once white and green pale paws now stained as they picked up their own belongings.

They continued growing more and more queasy as the metallic smell of iron filled their nose. Upon hearing the ding of the elevator, they waited impatiently for the doors to open before running out, tears still streaming down their face as they rushed towards the stage.

Mach was still there, sitting on the wooden crate with her eyes closed before opening them as she heard the arrival of the elevator. A smile nearly graced her face before she saw the distressed and bloodied Pilby running towards her. Immediately she grew concerned, getting up and stepping off the stage.

"Huh- Pilby? What’s wrong? What happened?!"

Her grip on her hammer tightened as the caterpillar stopped abruptly in front of her, unsure of how to begin. She noticed the clown makeup on their face had started to run due to their tears, she noticed how they struggled to speak, she noticed the items that they held in their many arms. She kneeled down, carefully taking the items before placing them on the floor along with her hammer.

"Pilby. Calm down, it’s okay. You’re safe now."

"Hng- She- The-"

"Shhh… Calm down… It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. You’re not in any danger."

"The spikes-"

Spikes? She never really took the elevator anywhere, so she had no earthly idea what they were talking about. She knew a few of the floors such as the one where its bottom fell out, she thinks it was called the frightening floor..? She couldn’t entirely remember.. However, she did her best to comfort them holding two of their hands.

"What about spikes?"

"The lights moved an-and-"

"And…?"

"They killed her!"

Mach grew more concerned as they spoke.

"Killed who?"

"We were just coming back from the shop.. And it killed her."

"Pilby, who died?"

"She was looking at the holes in the ceiling, she was just looking, and then the spikes fell and one of them killed her. It killed DrRETRO!"

Mach felt her heart drop, her already pale face turning whiter at the news. There was no way… There was absolutely no way she was dead. She didn’t want to believe it. She refused to believe it!

"What..?"

"She’s in the elevator. I didn’t know what to do. I can’t carry her, she’s too heavy. I didn’t know if I should’ve taken her to her floor or not. I didn’t know! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-"

"…"

Mach listened as the caterpillar repeatedly apologized, slowly looking towards the elevator. The doors hadn’t closed yet, it was like it was begging her to take a glance. Begging her to see what it did. Like it wanted to prove her wrong..

"Stop apologizing… Head to your room…"

Pilby stood still as they watched the deity slowly make her way towards the elevator, they had stopped apologizing but they didn’t leave. Not yet. They were still too distressed to leave.

Mach cringed as she got closer to the elevator, she hadn’t even looked inside yet she could see the blood dripped off the railing and running down the walls. She took a deep breath before stepping inside, her stomach churning in disgust and despair at the grisly sight before her.

Before her lay the body of DrRETRO. From what she could tell the 'spike' had fallen through and pierced her from her skull through her stomach. Bits of bone and brain laid near her, her eyes were dull, blood had dripped from her mouth and stained her fur.

Mach let out a quiet sigh, forcing herself to stay calm for now. She couldn’t just leave her here but she had no clue what to do with her body. She looked at the buttons of the elevator, her mind coming up with an idea as she pressed them with shaking hands.

She pressed the frightening floor, searching her pockets for a coin before placing it in the slot.

She stepped off the elevator, staring into the eyes of DrRETRO as the doors slowly shut.

She turned towards Pilby, staring at the caterpillar as they trembled.

"Mach..?"

"Go get cleaned up.."

"… Okay…"

She sighed as they didn’t press further, however they did pause for a moment, picking up the cracked bowling ball and slowly making their way over to Mach.

"She heugh… She bought this for you… Enphoso didn’t have any flowers so she got this instead.."

Mach carefully took the bowling ball from the caterpillar before they left, going to get cleaned up as they muttered quietly to themselves and went through the metal door.

She stared at the purple bowling ball, gripping it tightly in her hands as tears began streaming down her face, staining her cheeks as she trembled. She wanted this to be some sort of horrible nightmare, she wanted this to be some sort of sick yet false reality. But the more she stared at it, the worse she felt. The more she stared, the more it sank in, the more she stared, the more she realized there was nothing she could do to change this outcome.

All Mach could do right now, was breakdown in silence..

RAHHHGGGGG LIVE LAUGH LOVE YURI!!!!

I fell asleep while writing the end and woke up with a headache sorry for any silly typos and horrible grammar that appears.

Hope you enjoyed it!!!!!

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celestialomnipotence · 1 year

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HCs with Ruined animatronic!

Kyo- These are just some simple headcanons of how I think the animatronics reacting to a reader who returns to the Pizzaplex to help their robot buddy! If people enjoy this (if one person says they do lol) ill gladly write more so dont be afraid to ask!

Extra details= The idea is that reader was a worker before the “Earthquake” happened, goes into the ruined pizzaplex in search of the animatronics, maybe wanting to help them out? You can change these details if you wish as im trying to make it as vague as possible… This is how I imagine in turning out :)

Glamrock Chica

She may be constantly shutting down so I suspect that when you find her, she shut down in some trash

If you tried to drag her out while shes shut down and she wakes up, she may try to attack you out of confusion, but after noticing its you, she stops!

If she managed to hurt you, she would attempt to apologize but only a screeching sounds would come out as her voicebox is missing :(

If you find her after the events with Cassie and she has her voicebox, I can imagine her giving a sad speech to you about her constantly shutting down, that you should just leave her there and escape while you still can

If you do manage to get her out though, I doubt you would be able to repair the severe damages to her and her trash filled body

Good luck saving her reader, I really hope you can repair her, she deserves the best :)

Monty

Lets address the elephant in the room… He has definitely lost all consciousness at this point. Imagine being in a position like his, alive yet utterly destroyed, and stuck being like that..

For Monty, we’ll say you hold a special place in his robot heart and ill make some magic happen

When you explored to Pizzaplex.. You found him pretty quickly and he immediately tried to attack you

Not only by the disheartening sight of him but him attempting to drag you down to attack more caught you off guard

He definitely hurt you, depending on your skills, maybe a lot or maybe not much

Once youre on the ground and hes ontop of you though.. He some how recognized you! How lucky :)

But hes not his regular Monty-self anymore, not only was his whole pride shattered and literal self image destroyed, it was you that saw him like this

Monty got off of you and with a rough attempt due to his damages, apologized

Now if you tried to talk to him, I think his personality would be an entire 180, being a lot more conscious due to his disabled body

Compliment him on how well he survived though and youll slowly revive that inner Monty he once was :)

He doesnt try to convince you too much to leave him behind, but if it gets too dangerous on your escape, he will try to make you leave alive without him

Once you escape with him, it would be very hard to repair him as well but in a different sense than Chica

Roxanne

Once you find Roxy, you stand in shock of her dismantled state.. But she heard you approach and seemed ready to attack you

So of course, quickly and obviously realizing shes blind, you speak up and tell her its you!

Roxy quickly notices you and pushes her damaged pride away

Cassie was a child, youre not (I hope 😭) Roxy would get concerned for your safety in, what she can tell, a ruined Pizzaplex

I expect her to try to tell you that you should get out of here and that it isnt safe

And when you tell her youre here to get her and her friends out.. Shes hesitant but accepts your offer, willing to help you with it too! Though she explains to you that she cant find Freddy and the state of the other

But she will admire you if you try to help them all, even if it fails

Once you escape with Roxy, she’ll try to hide her damaged ego but its easy to tell she hates what Gregory did

And yes, you hear all about what happened from her point of view

Roxy would still want revenge probably but since youre special to her, she’ll hold it off for you

Plus she just wants her eyes back and if you can find a spare to give her, she would be very greatful

Even if you dont know how to repair animatronics, she would help you learn a bit and get the right parts to fix her up some more

Eclipse

Depending if this is before or after Cassie enters will change the beginning

If its before Cassie, you basically have a Faz-wrench as well and do exactly was Cassie does

If its after Cassie, Eclipse is already active and you enter to him.. Actually attempting to clean the daycare

Which he wasnt doing a half bad job but you knew very well there would probably never be kids there again

Once Eclipse sees you or you speak to him, he quickly approaches you, somehow recognizing you and telling how how dangerous the daycare was currently

Try as you might but Eclipse will really try to stay in the daycare to fix it

Its up to you if you stay longer or not to maybe help him clean more or just talk to him

But you do have to leave at some point, and you did come here for him

Itll take some convincing, maybe a lot, but im sure you can convince him to leave with you

Since Eclipse got little time in the ruined DLC, this will delve a bit more into head canon territory

Sun seemed to understand that the daycare wasnt coming back from its state and Moon… Just seemed to have completely control, maybe even wanting it to stay like that

But with the two now whole again, as Sun basically stated

I think Eclipse knows that the daycare wont recover, but since he was forced to be spilt in two before and maybe almost got dismantled, he didnt want it to happen again

Even if the Pizzaplex was destroyed, he would still try to fix it just incase the workers came back, or maybe something else

You managed to convince him to come with you through whatever means you think would work, which I think getting him to slowly accept the truth would work

He isnt that helpful in your escape but he is giant and flexible

He would help you through rumble and would have a slightly easier time traversing the ruins of the Pizzaplex

A small extra one:

Sun & Moon

When you entered the daycare with your Faz-Wrench.. You first ran into Moon, who attempted to pull you through the play structure, but you knew these two

You shone your flashlight on him and got him away… Though the next time you saw him, it was Sun

Sun knew you could help them and begged you to reset them so that they could finally be whole again

Of course, maybe you knew what this meant or maybe you didnt.. But you were here to help him, and it would be hard to escape with Moon out

And you basically did what Cassie did but on your own

Once you reset him though, now you got to see Eclipse :) (read his section above)

I didnt add Proto Freddy since im not sure what to type for him… And Glamrock Freddy is most likely with Gregory so I did add him, I hope you enjoy :)

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cloudwhisper23 · 3 months

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Chapter 3, let's go!

Thank you to my cowriter @pixlokita for the art at the end 💛

11k chapter below the cut

Jeremy felt cold as he sat anxiously in that waiting room. He knew he didn’t need to stick around, knew he needed to go in and help with an incident report, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. Even the nursing staff kept sending him worried looks, muttering about shock.

Eventually one of them approached him and gently took him back to clean up his hands. They asked if they needed to call anyone for him, so he gave them Ramona’s number.

She fussed over him in the car ride, asking a bunch of questions he couldn’t think of answers to as he stared out the window in silence.

“Jer? Are you even listening to me?” Ramona asked when they finally arrived at her apartment.

The silence that followed made her sigh. “Let’s get you inside.”

Ramona kept a hand between Jeremy’s shoulders as she guided him up the stairs and into her apartment. Percy lifted his head from where he’d been sleeping on the rug. He whined, padding over to Jeremy to climb on the couch beside him. Ramona said something about a change of clothes as Percy licked the side of Jeremy’s face.

He still didn’t really move, remembering the fierce glare of the ghosts and the warm sticky blood soaking through his jacket. Michael had hardly moved at all after passing out, his breathing shallow and unsteady. For the brief moment he’d seen the injury, Jeremy had noticed that the skin was ripped back just above Michael’s eyebrow spanning down his face to the edge of his mouth.

Jeremy hoped that he’d be fine, but he couldn’t be completely sure. Not until he saw Michael back at work, glaring at him whenever he tried to make conversation.

“Jeremy, you should change out of those clothes,” Ramona said quietly.

“I…” Jeremy coughed, realizing he’d stopped breathing for a moment. “Yeah, okay.”

“Do you need anything? Water maybe?” Ramona brushed back a strand of hair that had pulled free from Jeremy’s ponytail.

“Water sounds nice,” Jeremy said softly, taking the bundle of clothes to go change.

When he slipped back out, significantly less uncomfortable than before, Ramona handed him a glass of water and gestured for him to sit. He let Percy put paws in his lap, glad to note that his dog didn’t seem nearly as afraid of him anymore.

“What happened, Jerebear?”

“One of the animatronics…” Jeremy trailed off, taking a sip from his water. It soothed his dry throat, helping loosen some of the tension in him body from earlier. “I was…”

Jeremy struggled to say something. Did he tell her that he’d fallen asleep on the job? That was the only conclusion he himself could come to, and it seemed like he had completely been out until Michael screamed in pain. And then that begged the question of whether he should tell Ramona about his more monstrous side.

“I was on patrol,” Jeremy settled with. “And I already told you that there are ghosts hanging around.”

“Mhm,” Ramona nodded.

“Well, I guess we were wrong about just how many of those ghosts were fine with Michael being around, or maybe Mangle doesn’t have a ghost inside them. I don’t know. But while I was out, Mangle got in. And…” Jeremy swallowed. “Well, they took a bite out of Michael’s face.”

Ramona winced. It seemed even her hatred and distrust of Michael hadn’t completely made her heartless. “So that was the blood all over you.”

“Yeah. I didn’t see it happen, but I heard Michael’s scream.” Jeremy trembled. “I wasn’t the only one.”

“No, I’d imagine not,” Ramona stood up, a hand slipping back to ruin her normally perfect hair. “Jesus, Jeremy.”

“Mangle was in the corner when I got there. I didn’t fully know what to do, but Evan did. And then when the music box stopped, I didn’t bother trying to protect myself. But it turns out the Puppet is also possessed, and she was more mad about us keeping her in the box than anything else.”

Jeremy let out a dry chuckle. “I guess she knew Michael when she was alive, since she didn’t try to go after me once she saw me trying to stop the bleeding. She and Evan just started arguing.”

“Wow.” Ramona’s eyes were wide as Jeremy drank more of his water. “No wonder you couldn’t hardly speak when I picked you up. That sounds like something out of a horror film or something.”

“Yeah.” Jeremy shifted to pull his knees up onto the couch. “Sorry to wake you up so much earlier.”

“Honey, I’m awake at 5, you’re fine. 5:30? That’s nothing.” Ramona sat on the floor to lean on the couch armrest. “Do you need me to stick around? I can cancel my trip back-“

“No, that’s not necessary! I’ll be fine,” Jeremy interrupted, determined to reassure his sister. “Besides, you still want to go see Becky, and I’m sure she’d love to see you and Percy.”

“The offer to come along still stands.”

“I know. But I need to catch up from those days I was gone, Mona.”

“Alright…” Ramona sighed. “I need to probably start getting ready for work, but you can rest here for as long as you want.”

“They’ll expect me in sometime today to give a report, I’d imagine,” Jeremy said wearily.

“That’s okay. Just take some time for yourself, alright?” Ramona squeezed him in a quick hug. “You need recovery time too. Just because you weren’t physically harmed doesn’t mean you weren’t hurt by this.” She hesitated before saying softly. “And I know how hard you were trying to be friends with him before.”

Jeremy buried his face in Percy’s golden fur, not wanting to have this conversation with Ramona. She was talking as though her words about Michael over the last few weeks were not vicious.

“Make sure you take care of yourself, Jeremy,” Ramona said, pulling the ponytail out of Jeremy’s hair. “I should be back around 1 o’clock, but if you need me at all, feel free to call the salon. I won’t mind.”

“Okay,” Jeremy’s words were muffled by Percy’s fur, and he was very grateful for his dog in that moment.

“Don’t forget to walk Percy before you pass out,” Ramona warned, retrieving Jeremy’s water glass to bring to the kitchen. “He’s an impatient dog when he wants his walk.”

“I know,” Jeremy pulled his face out of Percy’s fur to roll his eyes. “He’s my dog, Ramona.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Ramona waved her hand dismissively. “See you later.”

As it turned out, Jeremy was not unwound enough to properly go to sleep. He walked Percy, and then fed him before walking straight back to Freddy’s to give his report. He told Lloyd much of what he’d told Ramona, leaving out the detail about the ghosts and the Puppet’s entrance, but everything else was exactly the same.

Lloyd frowned at the report he was working on for a moment. “I need to be honest with you kid.”

“What?” Jeremy asked wearily.

“Look, I don’t know that this is public knowledge per say, but I do know that Michael was at least honest with me about it. His last name isn’t Schmidt.”

“Okay…?” Jeremy blinked, surprised that Lloyd knew that. Michael hadn’t been pleased when Jeremy found out, so he probably would’ve hated to know that Lloyd had figured him out.

“He was upfront with me about it, but he didn’t want the rest of the staff to know.” Lloyd fiddled with his pen. “But I figured that since you have to work with the guy, maybe I should give you a little context. Not to mention that the hospital called early this morning to ask for more information. Seems that Michael’s never been to the hospital in town before.”

“Oh. So they had to request medical records from elsewhere?”

Lloyd sighed. “They needed to know his emergency contacts. So I gave them his last name to figure that out.”

“And why are you telling me this?” Jeremy asked.

“Because his father called.” Lloyd scowled. “We have been wanting to get in contact with the old owners, but I really wish we’d had luck with the other one. William Afton is…” Lloyd couldn’t seem to find the phrasing he wanted. “Well, he wants to talk with you. I can give you a couple nights off. Phil volunteered to takeover the second shift for a few days, so you can have some time to properly adjust to the daytime in order to talk with Mr. Afton and then a few more to get back to the night schedule.”

“Oh.” Jeremy felt his throat tighten. “And… why does he want to talk to me?”

“They lost contact with each other a while back or something.” Lloyd shrugged. “Not that I’d blame Mike if he’d cut contact on purpose, but that’s none of my business. He wants to catch up on what his son’s been up to.”

“Me and Michael aren’t really friends…”

“Yeah, but nobody is. I doubt the man has any real friends in this town after how many jobs turned him away or fired him for not showing up to work. I asked him, and it’s something to do with the rain. Although he seems to be more willing to handle the weather here. Must be the familiarity.”

“I’m the closest thing to a friend that Michael has?” Jeremy shook his head in disbelief. “That can’t be right.”

“But it is. I have a note here with Mr. Afton’s phone number. I told him I’d pass it on to you. If you don’t want to contact him, that’s fine. I don’t blame you one bit.”

Jeremy took the piece of paper, holding it out like it was dangerous. “Yeah, I…” He cleared his throat. “I guess I can take care of this. Probably best to get past this as soon as we can, right?”

Lloyd brightened. “Exactly! I’ll get you scheduled for some paid-time-off, and then you’ll be set.”

“Thanks.” Jeremy blinked, not expecting the offer of extra time. “I’ll… I’m-“

“No, no, don’t worry. We got it all covered. Phil volunteered since his wife is back from her trip, and Scott will have someone to supervise him. Not that he’s too happy about it.” Lloyd chuckled. “But anyway. If we need extra people, I can always grab another shift, so don’t stress it, alright?”

“Okay.” Jeremy shoved the note in his pocket. “I guess I’ll be back to clock-in in like, a week?”

“Two weeks,” Lloyd corrected. “Gives you a few days to adjust to the day, and then a few more days to get back on the night schedule.”

“Oh, okay. Two weeks.” Jeremy blinked again, still processing everything that had happened. “I guess that’s it then?”

“That’s all I need from you. Go get some rest, Jeremy. You look like you need it.”

“Yeah, okay…” Shaking his head, Jeremy walked back out, taking his car back to his house to make the phone call. Was 8 a.m. too early to call?

Jeremy was suddenly very apprehensive about what he was doing. Maybe this was all a very bad idea. The kids were very sure he had killed him, and that probably meant that Jeremy should not risk getting in contact. It would be safest to just stick around in the background where no one would know he was there.

But he was also curious, and Michael was very tight-lipped about his life. Evan was a little better, but if they were both there at the same time, Jeremy never had much luck. He didn’t even know Michael’s favorite animatronic, for goodness sake! That was usually the easiest thing to figure out about his coworkers. Scott liked Freddy, Phil loved the old Foxy model, Lloyd liked the Puppet, but Michael was a complete mystery.

Shaking off his nerves, Jeremy decided that the risk was worth his curiosity. Besides, this would be too cut and dry if Michael’s father did try to kill him. Lloyd knew exactly what he’d been up to, and connecting those dots would not be hard. Especially after knowing how much Lloyd didn’t like the man.

The phone rang over and over, and Jeremy found himself listening to a voicemail box. “Hello, this is William Afton. I am currently unavailable and unable to take your call. Please leave your message after the tone.”

So formal, damn, Jeremy found himself thinking.

“Uh, hi. This is Jeremy Fitzgerald. I… I work the night shift at Freddy’s? I called the hospital about Michael’s injury. My manager told me you wanted to talk to me? So uh, yeah.” Jeremy winced internally at his poor delivery of the message he was leaving. “I’m around for a few days if you still wanted to talk, but if not, just let me know. Thanks. Bye.”

I am so bad at this, Jeremy thought to himself. Maybe sleep was a good idea after all?

The moment his head hit his pillow, Jeremy crashed. He didn’t need to feel tired to actually be tired as it turned out. His weird hours and mental exhaustion had finally caught up to him, and they were going to be sure that he did not wake up until he’d recovered sufficiently.

Ramona knew her brother was careless with his own health. How could she not? She’d had to force him to open up about his struggles when they were younger, only just catching him in time to stop him from ending it all. Since then, she kept a constant eye on him to make sure he was okay, and when he randomly vanished like this? It was time to find him before he hurt himself.

She was glad, of course, to find him at home. Asleep in his own bed. Good job Jeremy. However, he had not taken his shoes off, something that endlessly offended her. Ramona pulled the shoes from his feet, debating whether it mattered that he was still wearing socks.

If she was going to be picky, it was probably best that she went all the way. Ramona peeled the socks off his feet as well before sighing. “You really are a mess, Jeremy.”

She wiped a bit of drool away from his mouth before readjusting the blanket and tucking him in. Ramona closed the curtains and shut the door quietly behind her. Jeremy was fine. He was safe. What a mess, she thought to herself as she glanced around the living room.

Rolling up her sleeves, she got to work, quickly gathering clothes into piles and starting up a load of laundry before folding the blanket on the couch and going into the kitchen to wash the small pile of dishes Jeremy managed to amass over the past week.

It seemed he’d been distracted by something that he refused to tell her. Well, she’d get it out of him eventually. For now it was best to give him a clean environment.

Ramona made a phone call, happily chattering to Becky about how life was going before updating her friend on Jeremy’s current situation.

“Is he in love?” Becky inquired.

“I haven’t been able to confirm it with him, but I think he is.”

“With this guy in the hospital?”

“Yes. And it just so happens that I’ve been trying to warn Jeremy off of this guy for three weeks now. Now I just feel like a bitch.”

“You are,” Becky replied cheerfully. “But that’s okay. We can worry about that a different day.”

“Thanks,” Ramona sighed, rolling her eyes to avoid smiling. “Do you have any suggestions for cheering him up? He doesn’t even want to talk about it, which rules out basically every strategy I have.

“Well, we both know food works wonders,” Becky replied. “Especially the right kind of food.”

“I can’t cook,” Ramona pointed out. “I think I’d rather not burn down his kitchen on top of everything else.”

“Oh, you’re in Jeremy’s kitchen,” Becky said thoughtfully. “Hmm, doesn’t he have a slow cooker?”

“Yes.” Ramona’s shoulders sank as she realized what Becky was planning. “No, don’t tell me you want me to cook. I just said-“

“I know, but this recipe is super easy. Promise! And it’ll hit all the good vibes. Jeremy loves spicy food.” Becky sounded like she was moving around a bit. “Could you check and see if he has diced tomatoes, black beans, canned or frozen corn, chicken, tortilla chips…”

Ramona started opening cupboards and checking the freezer to look for the ingredients Becky was listing. She only half-regretted asking Becky for advice, knowing that Jeremy would love the surprise if she did it right, but dreading the potential for failing to make the soup incorrectly. But Becky was happily giving her suggestions as she went along, and they had a wonderful long conversation while waiting for the chicken to thaw out.

Ramona kept glancing at the door, expecting Jeremy to wake up and come out to ask what she was doing, but he didn’t end up ever doing it. Her phone call with Becky ended long before Jeremy was going to wake up.

She glanced impatiently at the time on the slow cooker, knowing she’d have to wait at least four hours before it would be ready but potentially more than that. Ramona hated waiting. She’d rather have the food done now, able to sit until Jeremy woke up instead of having to wait for it to get done while risking that Jeremy would wake before it was complete.

After an hour passed, the phone rang. Ramona eyed it suspiciously but picked it up anyway. “Jeremy’s not available to come to the phone right now, but I can take a message.”

“And who are you?” The voice prickled at Ramona’s memory, sounding far too much like Michael for her liking.

“His sister,” Ramona quipped back. “Can I get a name from you?”

“William. Afton. He’s expecting a call from me to arrange a time to speak.”

Really? Ramona had a hard time believing that, but Jeremy could be so reckless sometimes. Her mouth twitched into a frown. “He works nights. He’s asleep right now.”

“He told me he could be available sometime in the next few days,” William countered. “It sounds like you didn’t even know what was going on, so I think I’ll just call back when he can take my call. Good day.”

The phone clicked before Ramona could open her mouth to speak more. Rude. Then again, he was probably a child murderer. Can’t be having people suspicious and asking questions, she supposed. She scowled at the phone, laying it back in its cradle.

What the hell did those two even have to discuss anyway?

Jeremy’s head felt fuzzy when he finally woke up that night. He sat up slowly, feeling the ache of his muscles as he stretched. The blanket fell into his lap as he sat up, and Jeremy realized that his sister must have been here.

He squinted in the dark, smelling something delicious coming from the kitchen. Ramona hadn’t bought him food, had she? He wanted to be upset, but his stomach growled too loud for him to do anything other than concede as he walked to the kitchen and sat down.

“Good evening, sleepy head,” Ramona said, scratching his scalp. “Did you want some soup?”

Blearily, he realized that the slow cooker was out and the glass was foggy from being heated for a while. “You cooked?”

“Yeah, Becky’s recipe. I tried it out, and it is fantastic, if I do say so myself.”

Jeremy snorted. “You always say that when you make stuff. Remember when we were kids, and you’d burn the toast?”

“That was not my fault!” Ramona protested before going to fill a bowl for Jeremy. “No, Becky walked me through this one. I promise it’s good.”

“If you say so…” Jeremy reluctantly took up the spoon and took a bite. It was actually pretty good. He was surprised that it had a pleasant bite to it as well, not expecting Ramona to take his personal preferences into account when making food. “Oh. Wow, this is actually amazing.”

“I told you.” Ramona scoffed at him. “I can’t believe you doubted me for a moment. How dare you.”

“I have my reasons.”

“You always have your reasons,” Ramona retorted, filling her own bowl again. “You slept longer than you usually do. Are you feeling okay?”

“Ask me that once Michael’s out of the hospital,” Jeremy answered before he could think better of it.

Ramona made a face. “Your entire wellbeing should not be based on a man who has barely said a nice word to you since you met.”

“He just struggles to warm up to people! And you made it harder because of how rude you were.”

“I wanted to make sure my brother was safe! Is there really anything so wrong with that?” Ramona countered. “Let’s not fight about this today, okay? I get that you’re hurting and this whole thing has really been impacting you, but it seems like you’ve been struggling for a while now. This didn’t start with Michael, did it?”

“No.” Jeremy shifted uncomfortably. “But I have it handled.”

Ramona’s mouth tightened, and she clearly didn’t agree with what Jeremy was saying, but she didn’t say that. Instead she went back to her food before saying, “William Afton called.”

Jeremy’s veins turned to ice. He could feel her disapproval, knew that she didn’t like the idea of befriending Michael, much less being on good terms with the guy they actually knew was a killer. “What did you say to him?”

“Not much. Just that you weren’t able to take a call at the time. He’s actually quite rude.”

“Lloyd told me that.”

“Ah. So you got his phone number from your boss.”

“Well-“ Jeremy sputtered. “Lloyd said he called the pizzeria to ask if he could talk to me.”

“That’s not exactly reassuring, Jeremy.”

“I know. But if I get it out of the way, then maybe he’ll leave me alone sooner rather than later.”

Ramona scowled. “This is a dangerous play.”

“I know it is. But I’m a grown man, and I can learn from my mistakes. Mona, I can handle this. I know I can.”

“You’ll call when it’s over? This meeting? I have a feeling he wouldn’t want me there, based off our conversation.”

“Of course I will.”

Ramona shook her head. “I still don’t like this. This is like, ten times worse than how I felt about you trying to become Michael’s friend. He’s gotta be a teddy bear compared to his father.”

“Probably explains why he was trying to distance himself from him.” Jeremy shrugged.

“Then why on earth would you help reconnect them?”

“I’m not! You honestly expect me to answer the guy’s questions accurately? I don’t even know anything about Michael, much less the stuff he’d need to know in order to try to reconnect. I just know about his injury.”

Ramona’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t tell him about the ghosts.”

“I wasn’t planning on it. I’m not going to just ruin Cassidy’s element of surprise for the sake of this.”

“Better to be on the ghosts’ good side,” Ramona agreed. “Okay. Since you’re so insistent I still go visit Becky, here’s the deal. You are going to check in with Sebastian every so often to prove that you’re handling things. If not, he will come find you.”

“Doesn’t sound much different from what you’ve been doing lately,” Jeremy pointed out. “I can handle that.”

“Good. Because there’s no room for debate on that.” Ramona seemed at least a bit pleased. “I’ll handle cleanup tonight if you want to call Afton back.”

“Yeah, okay.” Jeremy’s nerves prickled again at the thought. Why had he agreed to do this again? Shaking his head, he dialed the number already burned into his mind.

“Afton residence, this is William.” The same formal voice greeted Jeremy as last time. Except this call was real. Oh god, Jeremy thought to himself. “Hello?”

“Ah, sorry. This is Jeremy. I called earlier?”

“Oh, yes. You’re Michael’s coworker on the night shift.” William’s tone seemed a bit less stiff now, relaxing into a weirdly soothing one. “It must’ve been terrible to have to go through such an incident. I went in today to see him, and he hasn’t woken up yet. Seems they’ve put him in some kind of medical coma.”

“Really?” Jeremy’s voice wavered. “That, uh. Doesn’t sound good.”

“He’s better off than he could be, from what I understand. Hospital staff say that if it had been caught much later, he could’ve died from the blood loss.” William’s voice remained just as soothing and comforting as before.

For some reason it pulled Jeremy’s guard down, and it felt almost too easy to get emotional. “Yeah.. yeah, there was a lot of, um, blood. I tried to stop it, but-“

“I would like to thank you for saving my son’s life, first and foremost. I was a bit surprised to hear that you’d left the hospital without getting checked over. Typically if one employee is injured, the other is also.”

“Oh, no, I was fine. Physically anyway,” Jeremy replied weakly.

“Really. Fascinating.” William’s voice took on a hint of curiosity at that. “But it’s understandable that you would’ve been taken in for shock or something similar, yes?”

“Well, I wasn’t. My sister came to get me right away, so I just went home.”

William made an irritated noise before muttering, “Bloody hospitals.”

A faint smile pulled at Jeremy’s mouth at that. He wasn’t completely composed all the time.

“You should still get checked over regardless. Just because you aren’t feeling anything doesn’t mean there’s no injuries,” William pressed further.

“Oh, I don’t think that’s necessary. I have a doctor I go to out of town anyway, so I might give her a call.”

“Alright then. You’re a stubborn bloke, aren’t you? Probably drive Michael mad during shifts.”

“Absolutely,” Jeremy agreed, the smile growing a bit wider. “Yeah, he hates the fact that I do patrols around the pizzeria during the shift. Thinks it’s unnecessarily dangerous.”

“The office always was the most dangerous spot. I’m guessing you were on one of your nighttime patrols when the bloody thing attacked then?”

“Yeah. I ran back when I heard, but I wasn’t able to do much more than pull Mangle off him. They’d already bitten down.”

“Ah, well, you did your best. That’s better than some day guards can say. Four years ago they weren’t as good as you are. This is my second son to have this happen, did you know that?” William’s tone changed again, somewhat angry.

Lie, Jeremy told himself. Don’t make him suspicious. “Oh, I uh. I didn’t know that, actually.”

“Michael’s younger brother got himself caught on the inside of an animatronic’s mouth. The thing malfunctioned and clamped down. Still, it wasn’t actively hunting him, so at least that’s something, eh?”

“I guess so…” Jeremy was surprised that William hadn’t brought Michael’s name into it.

“Course, that guard hadn’t been paying good enough attention and ignored the screams he heard. Incompetent fool.”

“…” Jeremy didn’t know what to say to that.

“Glad you took action. It’s good to have guards with initiative on the job. If there were more men like you working at Freddy’s, I’d imagine that children’s incident never would’ve happened either!” William chuckled darkly.

Jeremy shivered at the implications. This was surely not a threat against him, right? “Maybe it’s harder to notice during the day shift? There’s not as much going on at night sir.”

“I suppose that’s true too. Still, good work.”

“Thanks…” Jeremy trailed off awkwardly as he heard the sound of the front door opening and closing. Ramona was gone.

“I tell you what. Since I appreciate what you did for my son, how about you let me treat you to a proper pizza. Not those cardboard things they serve at Freddy’s, but the old recipe. The good recipe.”

“Oh, that’s not… I don’t think that’s necessary-“

“I insist. Let me show my gratitude,” William pushed back against Jeremy’s reluctance. “And maybe I can show you some of Michael’s old photographs from when he was younger. Utterly foolish, that boy.”

Jeremy hesitated. Don’t you dare let your curiosity overrule your safety, he scolded himself. “Oh, I don’t know-“

“Now now. I know you already admitted to being a stubborn man, but you sound pretty young. It seems odd to decline a free meal.”

But he couldn’t let William be suspicious of him. “Oh, alright.”

“Splendid! When are you available?”

Wearily, Jeremy gave him all the necessary details. He didn’t want the man to know where he lived, so he offered to drive to his house. William hadn’t had any problems with that and even said he’d reimburse the gas money.

Was everybody else wrong about him? Maybe they’d been mistaken, or maybe they didn’t remember correctly. Jeremy didn’t realize that this was exactly how William Afton had caught all of his previous victims. The man was too charming to escape when he wanted to be.

“Okay, Fitzgerald. Something weird is going on with you.” Sebastian observed later that week.

He and Jeremy were sitting on his new couch, one Sebastian had helped carry in after doing a fantastic job fixing Jeremy’s floor.

“How do you mean?” Jeremy asked.

“You’re mopey. I have hardly seen a smile on your face since before Ramona left. What’s your deal, bud?”

“Ah, just going through some stuff.” Jeremy shrugged. He and Ramona had agreed not to let their friends in on all the details just yet. Between the murderer and the ghost children, it was best not to overcomplicate everything unnecessarily.

“You’ve got the hots for someone.” Sebastian blinked lazily at him. “And they’re not feeling too well or something.”

“I’m guessing you talked to Ramona then,” Jeremy pointedly looked away.

“Why don’t you just go visit him or something? Since you’ve apparently got enough time off to hang out at noon.”

“Ah, well. He’s in the hospital, and I don’t think they’re allowing visitors.”

“Oh shit, dude.” Sebastian’s eyes widened. “No wonder you’re a mess.”

“I’m not a mess,” Jeremy insisted.

“You haven’t been sleeping, based on those bags,” Sebastian replied. “And your hair doesn’t usually get this bad either.”

“You try having thick curly hair.”

“It’s down to your waist, dude. I bet it would be easier if you cut it, but I’m not getting into that.” Sebastian shook his head. “Have you tried to visit him?”

“No…” Jeremy shifted uncomfortably.

“Why not? You know you like him, and I bet it would take a weight off if you like, checked in on him or something.”

“I don’t know…”

“Fine, then let me take you bowling or something.” Sebastian stood up, straightening his shirt. “Later tonight. I’m going to pick you up, and we’re going bowling. No outs.”

“Seb, you don’t need to do that-“ Jeremy tried to protest.

“Nuh uh, no outs. We’re bowling.”

“You hate bowling.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Yeah, obviously. Which is why you should take this golden opportunity to whoop my ass.”

Jeremy smiled tentatively at that. “Alright.”

“There he is,” Sebastian grinned, ruffling his hair and making it even more tangled. “Eugh, but wash your hair first. That’s disgusting, dude.”

“I will, I will.” Jeremy shooed him away. “That’s my problem, not yours.”

“Yeah, whatever. And sometime this summer I’m taking you golfing. None of that minigolf stuff either. 18 holes, play it as it lies.”

“That sounds awful.”

“Consider it a favor you owe for this,” Sebastian’s eyes twinkled. “I’ll be back around 5, alright?”

“Okay. See you then.” Jeremy couldn’t help but smile. Sebastian was just too relaxed for his own good, somehow on par with how Jeremy was when in a better mood.

Still, even as he showered, the suggestion Sebastian made lingered in his head. Why shouldn’t he try to go in and see Michael? Who was really going to stop him? His father was able to visit, so why couldn’t Jeremy?

He glanced at the time, figuring Sebastian would be at least a tiny bit late to pick him up. And he had plenty of time! It was 1:30, and the hospital was only 20 minutes away.

Decision made, Jeremy shoved his shoes on his feet and grabbed his keys.

He’d forgotten how cold and uncomfortable the waiting room was. Jeremy patiently waited his turn to speak with the receptionist, who directed him to the room where Michael was recovering. That was how she phrased it. Recovering.

Jeremy stepped in, feeling weird as an older man with greying hair glanced up from beside Michael’s bedside. “Uh, hi.”

“Hello,” William studied Jeremy for a moment. “I’m guessing you know my son somehow?”

“Oh, yeah. We um. I’m Jeremy.”

“Ah.” William nodded. “Well, there’s a second seat if you’d like to sit down for a minute.”

“That sounds great, thanks.” Jeremy sat down awkwardly, his back very tense as he stared at his pale coworker.

Bandages wrapped the entire right side of Michael’s face, covering his eye completely. Bruises spread across the rest of it, and Jeremy noticed that an IV was stuck into his arm.

“He looks so…”

“Peaceful? Michael’s usually very tense,” William said quietly. He looked at Jeremy apologetically. “I should’ve called again to follow up. You said next week was fine?”

“Oh, to like, visit? Yeah, I guess so.”

William nodded, falling back into silence, reaching to cover Michael’s still hand with his own. “Apparently there were some complications with his eye.”

“What do you mean?” Jeremy’s fingers curled tightly into his palms.

“The animatronic wasn’t exactly clean, you know.” William blew out an angry breath. “Whole place is too unhygienic to have a kid in there, much less a proper injury. They found plastic embedded in his skin and his eye. I don’t even understand how it got into his eye in the first place, but evidently it must have somehow.”

“So he’s got an infection?”

“They removed his eye.” William’s jaw clenched. “A pain to deal with, but supposedly they’ve had a bunch of luck with patients recovering and learning to live with just the one.” He paused for a moment, composing himself. “Unfortunately, it doesn’t qualify Michael for disability at all, even though he needs months to properly recover, but that’s the healthcare system for you.”

William chuckled dryly. “On the bright side, he’s nearly recovered enough to wake up. I suppose that’s something.”

“Yeah…” Jeremy’s eyebrows creased at that. On one hand, it was Michael’s right eye, so it wouldn’t be too big of a deal in the security office during work. On the other hand, it was his eye. A whole organ removed while he was unconscious. “Shit, I wish I’d gotten there sooner.”

“Jeremy, there’s a high likelihood that you could’ve been hurt terribly had you been in the office at the time.”

“Or maybe, we would’ve heard the sounds in the vent, and it would’ve been fine,” Jeremy argued. His eyes were welling up with tears, but he couldn’t help it.

“There’s no way of knowing,” William said.

Jeremy wiped at his tears quickly, hoping to go unnoticed. “I guess. Sorry to, uh, put a damper on the conversation.”

“There’s plenty of time to be frustrated about something like this.” William patted Jeremy’s knee. “Especially when it’s someone you know and care about.”

“Yeah.” Jeremy did not like how easily everybody was figuring him out. “I might come back later this week to see if he’s awake. But uh, I gotta go now.”

“If he wakes up before you visit, I’ll call.” William smiled thinly. “Have a good afternoon, Jeremy.”

“Yeah. Uh, you too.” Jeremy waved, feeling a bit foolish.

Some things were awkward no matter what, it seemed.

They were impatient. Cassidy could tell easily from the way Evan’s mouth remained in a tight frown, the silver gleam of his eye nearly impossible to discern from the black. Charlie had broken the music box, having done so after it had been forgotten in the chaos of the bite. She sat cross-legged in front of the Spring Bonnie suit, which had yet again gone to a different spot.

“What have you guys found out so far?” Charlie asked. “Any news from your errand boy, Cassidy?”

“He’s a full grown adult, Charlotte.” Cassidy rolled her eyes. “And no, I haven’t. He’s supposed to work this time of night, but I haven’t seen him since the bite.”

“Which could’ve been avoided if you’d let me out of the box,” Charlie said, pointedly glaring at Evan. “And now we’re down two more kids.”

“It was so much easier when we could hear phone gossip,” Cassidy sighed mournfully. “Why’d they have to fire that other guy?”

“Toy Bonnie,” Evan answered.

“Ah yes. Because Cassidy made a literal golden rabbit our informant on what the day shift does.”

“Nothing happened while he was doing that anyway,” Cassidy countered. “And I didn’t know it was him until you told me.”

Charlie shrugged, dragging her finger through the dust in the floor, not leaving a mark. “I guess. But what are we going to do with that information?”

“You can reverse it, so does it really matter? Now that you’re out of the box, of course.”

Charlie scowled. “Why’d you even let them do that in the first place?”

“It would’ve been too suspicious if you were hovering around Uncle Henry all the time,” Evan answered quietly. “And it wasn’t exactly safe to have all that exposed electrical wiring in the pizzeria anyway.”

“Yeah, well someday I’m going to figure out what song puts you in a box, and then I’m going to leave it that way. Since obviously you can’t figure things out on your own,” Charlie shot back.

“Glad we worked things out,” Cassidy said sarcastically.

“That threat applies to you too.”

“Oh, I’m sure. Not that I’ve been able to do much anyway, since my partner doesn’t let me.”

“So it’s two against one now?” Evan asked. “Wow, way to make me feel like a member of the team.”

“You’re too bossy to be the leader,” Cassidy answered. “Maybe it’s time Charlie took charge. After all, a foggy head isn’t going to do us much good.”

“Foggy-“ Evan scowled. “I lost half my brain to an animatronic!”

“Yeah, and you’ve been bossing us around ever since. Maybe it’s for the best that you stop doing that. Plus, you seem really stressed, buddy.” Cassidy kicked Spring Bonnie’s arm, taking satisfaction in the snap it made.

Charlie and Evan both winced at the noise. “That’s going to cause a chain reaction-“ Charlie started as another springlock snapped.

“Wait, that’s so cool.” Cassidy watched in fascination as the springlocks “sprung” back to their places.

“The idea is to not have another animatronic running around,” Evan said, clearly still annoyed as he pried the springlocks back into their compacted positions. “Unless you want to babysit.”

“Oh, no thank you. I just think the noise is cool.”

“And deadly,” Charlie answered. “But I see why you didn’t volunteer yourself.”

“Ideally Jeremy or Michael would be in charge. But since we can’t consistently rely on Jeremy to be here, or Michael to have a brain-“

“Shut up, would you?” Evan glowered at her.

Cassidy rolled her eyes. “Ideally we’d have an adult.”

“We would if they ever stuck around in the suits,” Charlie answered, sounding annoyed. “But they got to rest in peace, and our bodies are stockpiled in the safe room.”

“Thanks for that nasty image,” Cassidy remarked.

“Anytime.” Charlie curled up, bunching her arms around her knees. “Do we actually have a plan in place, though? You said Jeremy’s daily checks kept him from doing anything, but that must mean he’s not doing his checks anymore.”

“The man’s probably terrified to come back into the pizzeria after you two terrorized him.”

“We didn’t terrorize him,” Charlie corrected. “We asked him questions.”

“About being a giant bunny? Yeah, okay. Maybe he’s insecure about it.”

“He said he never saw the thing. Except he is the bunny, so why didn’t he mention that?” Evan pushed.

Cassidy scoffed. “You two don’t get it. The first time we encountered that bunny, he was with a kid, right? Well have you stopped to consider that he thought the kid was in danger with us just as much as we thought the kid was in danger with him?”

Charlie blinked. “I mean, he is the night guard. That would make sense.”

“We didn’t know that though!” Evan argued.

“Yeah, but you told him about the golden bunny, I bet. And since he is one of the golden bunnies who have been in the pizzeria, he probably thought we were calling him the monster. Plenty of people are scared of ghosts. And he’d have good reason to hide that from us if he thought we would hurt him for it.”

Evan crossed his arms sullenly. “Then why hasn’t he come back to explain himself?”

“I think that’s fairly obvious,” Cassidy snorted. “He’s scared of us, duh.”

“I wish he would come back, though.” Charlie said thoughtfully. “I wanna know how he’s got that silvery stuff in his system.”

“You mean the same stuff in our system?” Evan asked.

“Those weird silvery strands you had during the bite incident to hold back Jerebunny?” Cassidy asked.

“You have a strange way with words, Cassidy.” Charlie shook her head. “But yet you’ve covered it. That’s in our systems as well. It’s what keeps us in control of our animatronics.”

“But we don’t really have an animatronic anymore. We just have his form,” Evan argued.

“Most people don’t share one either,” Charlie retorted. “But Jeremy’s got it in his system somehow. And he’s alive.”

“That is pretty weird,” Cassidy agreed. “Do you think he gets it from turning into a bunny, or do you think he turns into the bunny because of it?”

“I don’t know. I really want to ask about it though.”

“My father was looking into that stuff too, at one point. You guys remember, right?”

“You mean when he killed Cassidy?” Charlie asked, considering. “If that’s true, we need to keep Jeremy away from Uncle Will.”

“That’s the worst-case scenario,” Cassidy agreed. “I don’t want to give him anything more than he’s already got.”

“None of us do,” Evan whispered, shuddering. “If he got ahold of Jeremy before we did, who knows what would happen.”

“You’re doing terrible,” Sebastian observed as Jeremy threw his fourth gutter ball in a row.

“Just warming up. Getting the feel for it,” Jeremy replied, grinning at his friend. “Not that you’d understand.”

“Deliberately missing for the entire first half? No, I’m not sure I do understand. The goal is to hit the pins.” Sebastian’s second ball rolled down the lane and hit pins 6 and 10. He let out a frustrated grumble.

“The goal is to understand the lanes,” Jeremy retorted, his ball hitting the head pin perfectly to get a strike. “See? Familiarity helps.”

“That’s bullshit,” Sebastian shook his head before picking up his own ball again. “You can deliberately miss and then shoot strikes to show me up.”

“Who me?” Jeremy’s grin widened as Sebastian hit the 7 pin.

“This whole game is bullshit,” Sebastian muttered as Jeremy settled in to watch him throw his second ball. “I’m going to miss.”

“With that attitude you are.”

“I am going to destroy you at golf in April.”

“Without a doubt,” Jeremy agreed. “But for now, you suffer.”

Sebastian scowled as the ball rolled down the lane, drifting into the gutter without much preamble.

“How do you manage to be so bad at this? Seriously, we’ve been bowling together for years.”

“Shut up.” Sebastian grumbled as Jeremy picked up his ball again and got a second strike. “This is stupid.”

“You suggested it,” Jeremy pointed out.

“I forgot how insufferable you get when we bowl. God, dude.” Sebastian shook his head.

“Not worse than you get when we golf. That’s where the real suffering begins.”

“Is that the reason you asked Ryan out in high school? To make him go golfing with us?” Sebastian asked.

Jeremy’s eyes twinkled. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

“You’re a weirdo, dude.” Sebastian cursed under his breath as his ball yet again only hit one pin.

“Sore loser.” Jeremy replied.

“That’ll be you come April.”

“That’s right, soothe yourself with the thoughts of destroying me in golf.”

“I will. Try not to throw your back out this time, yeah?”

Jeremy scoffed. “That was one time.”

“And it took you out for days! I still can’t believe you took that exam before going to an appointment for it.”

“Aw, shit dude. You know I hate doctor visits.”

“I could’ve gone with you to hold your hand.” Sebastian teased. “Big boy Jeremy can’t handle the little doctor with her needle.”

“Fuck off,” Jeremy snorted, still in good humor. “You were terrified of the dentist. Oh no, there’s fingers in poor Sebby’s mouth. Whatever will he do?”

“That shit’s terrifying.” Sebastian shuddered. “And I’ll be the victor when I still have all my teeth at 50.”

“Oooh, Mister Bigshot over here.” Jeremy joked as Sebastian finished out his game with 22 points. “Hey, it’s not golf, you know. Bigger scores are better.”

“Screw you.” Sebastian wacked his friend in the gut. “You’re going to get fucking 240, aren’t you? On a warmup.”

“Oh, so now it’s a warmup. I see.” Jeremy’s last ball hit the pins, yet again getting him a strike.

“I hate you so much.”

“You’re jealous of my bowling skills.” Jeremy replied. “Bowling’s a more attractive sport than golf.”

“Seriously, you bring guys to the bowling alley on dates? Can’t afford to take them out somewhere nicer?” Sebastian countered. “At least my job pays well enough for that.”

“Wha- Hey.” Jeremy rolled his eyes. “Come on, that’s uncalled for.”

“I haven’t had a boyfriend since we dated Jeremy. You’re uncalled for.”

Jeremy stuck his tongue out at Sebastian in reply.

“That’s not a reasonable defense,” Sebastian pointed out.

“Yeah, well actions speak louder than words.”

“So you’re saying you’re like five?”

“Fucking hell dude.” Jeremy clapped a hand down on Sebastian’s shoulder. “We gotta hang out more.”

“And you gotta go to the gym less. Oww.” Sebastian rubbed his shoulder in mock pain.

“I don’t go anymore,” Jeremy replied, rolling his eyes.

“Where the hell did you get that muscle from then, you liar?”

Jeremy’s mouth twitched toward a frown. He didn’t want to answer that. “I’m just built different,” he told Sebastian.

“Evidently.” Sebastian shook his head. “You always lifted more than me anyway. I just didn’t think sitting in an office for six hours would keep your muscles bigger than mine.”

“I’m not sitting for the entire night.”

“No, but you aren’t lifting heavy equipment either!”

Jeremy shrugged. “I’m just happy I can still hold my bowling ball.”

“It’d kill you if you had to get a new ball,” Sebastian agreed. “At least endurance is more manageable to build up than fucking muscle mass.”

“You say that as if you don’t have a routine that keeps you in shape for your weirdass sport,” Jeremy pointed out.

“Ha ha. Clearly, you don’t have a routine.”

“I don’t take sports into my routine.”

“No wonder I haven’t seen you smile this much in forever. I thought something was actually wrong.” Sebastian yelped as Jeremy yanked him into a headlock.

“I can have fun in other ways,” Jeremy replied, dropping his voice two pitches.

“Clearly you’ve taken up harassment and assault then,” Sebastian replied sarcastically. “Let me up?”

“Yeah sure.”

After a few more games, Sebastian dragged Jeremy to grab something to eat, complaining that he had to pay since he lost. Jeremy laughed when Sebastian took him to Freddy’s.

“What’s that about better pay?” Jeremy muttered under his breath after they sat down.

“Oh, shut up. So this is where you work? Not seeing how this place could possibly cause you to be in shape.”

“Six hour shifts leave a lot of time to be awake,” Jeremy pointed out, his eyes automatically scanning the environment for things that were amiss.

“I see why you never eat here given the choice,” Sebastian noted, watching Jeremy’s eyes flit around the room. “Damn, dude. Do you ever stop working?”

“I, ah.” Jeremy blinked. “Sorry. Habit.”

“I can see that,” Sebastian laughed.

“I didn’t realize how gross everything looked under the light,” Jeremy observed.

“This whole place is sticky,” Sebastian complained, putting a napkin on the table to prove his point.

It didn’t come away easily, and Jeremy winced at the implications. Toddlers loved to hang around Mangle, and they were never clean, much less as clean as the tables were meant to be.

“Do they even clean at all?” Sebastian asked.

“I have no idea, Seb. None at all.” Jeremy fiddled with his straw as they waited for their pizza.

“Can definitely see why this is a kids’ restaurant though. It’s so colorful.”

“A lot less so at night. The animatronics are allowed to wander around after closing.” Jeremy shrugged.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow before leaning in close. “Dude, this place is fucking sketchy as hell.”

“I know that. But if I don’t work here, then the night shift is also sketchy.”

“That’s probably the safest time to be in the building, isn’t it? Just being in the security office.”

Jeremy hesitated. “Depends. But it’s definitely cleaner.”

He hadn’t realized how gross this place was outside of hearing his shoes peel off the floor every time he took a step. The security office was probably the cleanest place in the entire building, actually. Before he’d been attacked, Michael started getting to a point where he asked Jeremy for mops and cleaning supplies, and he’d mopped the entire security office and scrubbed the desk while Jeremy and Evan took turns checking cameras and winding the music box. The night shift was great when the danger of the animatronics was taken out of the equation.

“That’s horrifying to think about.” Sebastian made a face. “Is there anything, like, actually worth it here?”

“I don’t think so? I mean, I wouldn’t bring my kids here, that’s for sure.” Jeremy shrugged.

“You’re really not selling the place, Jer.”

“It’s not my job to.”

Sebastian snorted. “No, I suppose not. At least it’s cheap, though, right?”

“Yeah, that’s something.”

They finally got their pizza, and it was cold. Cold, tacky, and flavorless.

“Dear god, this place is awful,” Sebastian muttered under his breath.

Jeremy agreed, realizing now why William Afton’s incentive had been a good pizza. He’d about kill for a proper pizza after trying that garbage. “Let’s split, yeah?”

“Absolutely.”

On the drive home, Jeremy finally started to relax. “Hey, Seb? Thanks man.”

“For what?” Sebastian asked innocently.

“For this. For everything. I uh. I went and saw Michael at the hospital like you told me to. It did help, knowing he’s supposed to wake up later this week.”

“That’s great!” Sebastian beamed. “How much longer after that are you going to sit on your feelings?”

“Well, we’re not exactly friends, yet. More like coworkers?”

“Do not tell me you work with him. Those cannot be the words that come out of your mouth.”

“Uh, well-“

“Jeremy!” Sebastian yelped. “That is not a good thing!”

“He already hates me, how much worse can it get?” Jeremy shot back.

“Oh my god. The more I hear, this worse this sounds. You’re trying to get with a hospitalized coworker who hates you?”

“I never said I was trying to get with him. God, why does everybody think that?” Jeremy buried his face in his hands. “No, I want to be friends with him. I don’t want to like, date him. Not right now, anyway. I just want him to be nice to me.”

“Okay. But based on how you’re talking, you do find him attractive?” Sebastian checked, having somewhat calmed down.

“Yeah. He’s fucking hot as hell,” Jeremy muttered under his breath.

Sebastian caught it and laughed. “Why do you always go for the hard sells?”

“I don’t know! And what do you mean by that? Are you calling yourself a hard sell?”

Sebastian snorted. “You didn’t go for me. I went for you, remember?”

“Right, right. Silly me.” Jeremy smiled as well. “But uh, yeah, I’m not… Not looking for any sort of relationship like that right now.”

“Okay. And even if you were, that’s totally fine,” Sebastian told him quickly. “It’s just worry that makes me say things like that.”

“Oh, I know. I know. Just, uh. Just putting that out there too.”

“That’s fine by me. And don’t feel pressured to tell me if that ever changes, either. That’s completely your business man, and if you’re not comfortable sharing, then I’m not comfortable hearing it.”

Jeremy smiled gingerly. “What did I do to earn a friend like you?”

Sebastian snorted. “You joined the fucking golf team. I still cannot believe you did that, by the way. The audacity.”

“I didn’t know what to expect! And I didn’t want to do track or baseball,” Jeremy sputtered. “I wasn’t even the worst one on the team, you know.”

“I do know. But I still think you’re an idiot for joining the golf team,” Sebastian’s smile did not relent for the rest of the drive. And for now, that was all Jeremy needed.

Fiddling with his keys, Jeremy walked up the front step to knock on the front door. William Afton had a huge house and seeing it up close did not make him feel any better. He hesitated for what felt like the twentieth time today before knocking.

Sebastian was super busy today, and he wouldn’t be able to check in with him before coming over. And that was totally fine! He didn’t need to check in before, only after. Ramona would expect a phone call telling her it was over and there was no reason to worry.

“You’re very punctual,” William observed as he opened the door. “Most people don’t knock exactly when they’re expected at the door. Usually people are early or late.”

“Oh, uh. Thanks? I didn’t even do that on purpose.”

“It never happens,” William agreed. “People who try to be exactly on time almost never are.”

Jeremy didn’t know what to say to that, but he followed William into the house. “It’s unfortunate that Michael hasn’t woken up yet.”

“Yes, he seems to need that rest. Has he seemed extra stressed about anything lately? Anything that would’ve made him lose sleep?”

Aside from letters from you, I can’t think of anything. “Uh, not that I could tell. Maybe it’s just the trauma from the head injury?”

“Hm, I suppose that could be it. It does seem odd though, doesn’t it? That you walked out completely unharmed after grabbing an animatronic and pulling it off him, but his injuries keep him debilitated for so long?”

“I mean, he lost an eye and had a bunch of infections, so it doesn’t really surprise me.” Jeremy shuffled uncomfortably.

“Have you ever been injured on the job, Jeremy?”

“Once. It was basically nothing though. I cut my thumb, right here. See?” Jeremy held out his hand to show, and William traced the scar tissue with his finger.

“That’s an odd injury shape,” William pointed out, releasing Jeremy’s wrist. “Circular. You wouldn’t get that from most office equipment.”

“Oh, I uh. I didn’t? I mean, don’t tell my boss, but I tried to fix Mangle once. They had a screw loose between their heads. And I was trying to screw it back in. Cut my hand on the way out.”

“Did the cut get infected?”

“I mean, I cleaned it right away and wrapped it up, but it might’ve. It did hurt for a few days before it healed.”

“A few days?” William raised an eyebrow. “You mean before it scabbed over.”

“No, a few days before it looked like this. I think I cut it like two or three weeks ago.”

William stared at him. “That’s very interesting, Jeremy. Tell me. Have you had other injuries heal so quickly before?”

“Not before this, no.” Jeremy rubbed at the scar tissue nervously. “Can we talk about something else?”

“Oh, sure. Of course we can. I think I told you I’d show you old photo albums of Michael when he was little, didn’t I?”

“You don’t have to-“

“No, it’s not any trouble. Especially if that conversation was a bit uncomfortable for you. Come see.”

Jeremy didn’t know how long he spent sitting with Michael’s father looking at pictures, but it was not helping him get over his feelings for the man. He’d been in baseball, from Little League to high school. William also said he’d been in cross country and went to state for both sports several times.

He had ridiculous haircuts in high school, something Jeremy couldn’t help laughing at. The fashion choices Michael had throughout hadn’t helped his look either. “How did anyone ever take him seriously?” Jeremy mused.

“I haven’t the faintest idea. He and his friends were never very good at being taken seriously, of course. Not by their parents anyway.” William’s mouth twitched slightly at that. “But he was somewhat responsible with his younger siblings. He may not have liked his brother, but he did just fine taking him and his sister to school.”

“You have a daughter?” Jeremy asked.

“I do. Two sons and a daughter.” William nodded. “Michael, Elizabeth, and Evan. Of course, I haven’t seen Evan or Michael for years, but sometimes I’ll stop in and say hello to Elizabeth.”

He must not visit the grave very often, Jeremy thought. “So Michael hasn’t been encouraging visits, I take it.”

“Not at all. He won’t even answer my letters! Absolute nonsense. I’m trying to contact him about his sister. Her health is in much better shape than it was when Michael first took off. Which is naturally why I’ve been trying to get ahold of him and send him Elizabeth’s address.”

“That makes sense…” Jeremy considered. “Well, why haven’t you tried in person?”

“Michael is very stubborn, and he would not have taken that very well. We didn’t leave each other on very good terms.” William rose from his chair. “Well, I do believe the pizza should be done by now. Would you like to tyr some?”

“I mean, you said it was better than what they serve at Freddy’s right? I am so curious about what they used to serve now that I have to try it.”

William blinked at that response. “Very well then. I’ll pull it from the oven, and you can experience the proper recipe.”

Jeremy closed the photo album and placed it on the table before following William, asking more questions about Michael’s life as he went.

“He doesn’t talk much to you, does he?” William mused as Jeremy took his first bite of the pizza, burning his mouth. “You have more questions than I expected.”

“He’s not a chatterbox, no.” Jeremy fanned at his mouth, and William poured him a glass of milk. “He doesn’t tend to talk much.”

“You talk plenty for the both of you, I’m sure.”

“Well, yeah. But most of that is asking questions.”

“Michael doesn’t like being bombarded from what I can recall. So I’m sure that contributed to his silence.”

“He’s pretty private too. The only time he ever volunteers information freely is when he thinks it’ll directly affect me or put me in any sort of danger.”

“Hmm.” William watched Jeremy’s eyes start losing focus, spilling milk across the counter.

Jeremy slid sideways out of his chair without another word, and William let him fall, observing how easily his plan had worked. “So you do have Remnant in your system. Quite a lot of it, if this was any indication.”

William chuckled to himself as he dragged Jeremy across the floor. He’d drugged the pizza, fully prepared to answer any questions about why he wasn’t eating any, but he hadn’t expected it to only take half a slice to make the young man drop unconscious.

The drug had been something William used constantly on the Funtimes, wanting to make sure he stayed safe. It worked very effectively, but it was tricky to make. The higher concentrations of Remnant did still allow electric shocks to work freely, however, so William had replaced the use of his concoction with those instead.

He didn’t yet have a place to put Jeremy, opting to lock him in the basement with the expectation that he’d need a taser to check in on him. Once he had a containment chamber, however, the experiments could begin.

It was a curious thing, after all. Knowing that a living person could have this much Remnant in their system.

William was eager to learn more.

Jeremy felt woozy when he woke up. Licking his lips to get rid of the dryness, he turned his head to realize he was lying. He was shirtless, but his pants and shoes were still on. Someone had restrained him and bound him to a table. What the hell?

Jeremy nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw the blood-soaked animatronic slumped over beside him. Fredbear, Jeremy’s mind supplied, remembering Evan’s extensive rant about the stupid thing.

What was it doing here with Jeremy?

He prodded it with his foot, waiting for it to move or respond. No such luck. Jeremy pulled at the restraints, wondering if there was some way he could force the ghosts inside the suit to wake up. Maybe they’d help him get out of here.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Those restraints can give a hell of a kick if pulled too hard.” William Afton’s voice echoed in the quiet basement.

He yelped and stopped pulling at the restraints, his memories from earlier suddenly flooding back. “You…”

“Me.” William sighed. “I do wish it didn’t have to be this way, Mr. Fitzgerald. I really do. But see, you have information I need, and unfortunately that means I must keep you here.”

Jeremy blinked, not expecting that response. “You kidnapped me for information?”

“Yes. I did. And if I could just ask about it, I would. But the interesting thing is that while I thought the issue could’ve been more straightforward, it turns out that you have Remnant in your system while Michael does not. So my initial theory was wrong. Which means it is time for some experimentation.”

William was wearing surgical gloves. Oh god, Jeremy tugged at his bonds, glancing at the animatronic, hoping there was a random off-chance that Cassidy or Evan would wake up and help him.

“What is wrong with you?” Jeremy found himself saying, surprised by his own nerve.

“Nothing answers can’t fix.” William walked to the table beside Jeremy, ignoring the glare Jeremy shot him. “I’m sure this will be quick, but since I can’t be sure you’ll keep your mouth shut after all of this, you will of course, be staying here for a while.”

Jeremy tensed as William pressed the cold blade of the scalpel against his arm. He felt the pressure intensify, but he never felt pain. William’s brow furrowed as he pushed harder. “Interesting. No wonder the Mangle wasn’t able to harm you when you pulled it off of Michael. It seems there is nothing that can harm you.”

William put aside the scalpel and picked up some kind of swab. “Blood is easier for me to work with, but I suppose any bodily fluid will do.”

His fingers dug into the sides of Jeremy’s face, but Jeremy was determined to keep his mouth shut. Scowling, William thudded a hand down between Jeremy’s legs, presumably expecting him to cry or shout or something. Jeremy’s jaw remained firmly clenched, feeling the motion jolt through his body but do nothing further.

I don’t have the necessary parts for that to work, Jeremy thought smugly as William’s scowl deepened.

“This would be easier if you would just cooperate,” William muttered. “Don’t you want Michael to get better sooner?”

What did that have to do with anything? William tortured for the sake of his science or whatever apparently, but Jeremy could not see how this was possibly about Michael. Evan? Maybe?

Unless William had been lying when he told Jeremy that Michael was getting better. Unless he’d been trying to placate him enough to get close enough to-

Shit, who was he kidding? To William, Jeremy was just some way to fix the family he’d ruined. He was just some monster to tear apart to figure out how it worked, and how he could convert his family into monsters, and then they’d have to like him. Because only a monster could love another monster, right?

Except Michael isn’t a monster, Jeremy’s mind protested. But Michael was a fan of all animals. And his easy affection for the giant bunny hadn’t meant he liked all of Jeremy. Michael’s feeling for him extended just as far as seeing him as a giant fluffy creature. He hadn’t seen Jeremy’s truly monstrous side until he’d been attacked. So Jeremy didn’t even know that Michael even still cared for the rabbit in him.

Jeremy’s eyes blurred with tears as he continued to hold out against William’s attempts to force him to open his mouth. Don’t cry. He could use that, Jeremy scolded himself, managing to blink the tears away.

After what felt like hours, William finally let go of him. “You will break down, sooner or later.” And then William left the room, locking the door behind him.

And Jeremy finally let himself break down into tears, unable to do anything more than let them simply spill down the sides of his face.

William returned, presumably after a few days. Jeremy was starving and looked listlessly at him, wondering what the newest attempt to make him surrender would be. “Since you are so determined to make this harder on yourself, I have decided that more force would be useful.”

He hoisted a wrench in his hand, letting it hit the table with a heavy thunk.

Jeremy didn’t say anything, knowing that he would do everything in his power to keep William from figuring out what had turned him into this, and using it to turn his other two children into monsters as well.

“No response, huh?” William frowned, slamming the wrench down on Jeremy’s shoulder, shooting pain through Jeremy’s entire body. He pulled aggressively at his restraints, the pain redoubling as electricity ignited in his veins.

When he finally managed to get himself under control enough to stop struggling, William had a faint smile on his face. “I guessed it was something to do with that. See, most of the animatronics with Remnant can only be damaged by few things. Fire, electricity, and other Remnant. This wrench happens to use some melted parts of one of the spare animatronics at Freddy’s, and it’ll hurt plenty.”

Jeremy glared at him, hating that he’d helped figure out more things that would benefit William.

“I wanted to make sure you could feel it, of course, before I do what I actually came here for. That blood of yours will be very helpful.” William set the wrench aside and wiggled a knife in front of Jeremy’s face. “Of course, since you’ve been so uncooperative so far, I decided that I don’t have to worry about how much this hurts you anymore.”

William’s grin widened, and he dragged a thick line down Jeremy’s torso, digging deep. Jeremy tried to curl in impulsively, and this time he couldn’t help but let out a pained whimper as electricity ran under his skin. His blood pooled across his chest, and it felt so hot.

Jeremy banged his head back against the table, trying to stop reacting to the actions being performed on his body. The experimentation on him because he was a monster.

For the first time, Jeremy let himself imagine crushing someone’s body under the weight of his rabbit side. Wondered what it would be like to crunch through William’s body, to make him scream in anguish. He was already a monster. What would a little murder do to make a difference?

With that thought, Jeremy’s restraint snapped, and fur sprouted rapidly from his body, his spine growing longer, his body morphing.

William dropped the knife as the size of Jeremy’s body no longer fit, and Jeremy actually broke the table with his bigger body. Fur prickled, long, thick, and very ruffled as Jeremy let out an angry growl.

William scrambled at something at his waist, hitting Jeremy with a much stronger wave of electric shock. Jeremy screeched at the pain rolling through his body as William ran from the room, bolting the door shut behind him.

Jeremy dropped to the floor in a heavy ball of matted and bloody fur, heaving out weak breaths as his body stitched itself back together. He crept close to the Fredbear suit, nuzzling it gently before he passed out on the concrete floor.

#cloud writes #cut right through me #jeremy fitzgerald #william afton #evan afton #cassidy fnaf #sebastian #ramona fitzgerald #charlie emily #tw blood #tw torture #werebunny au

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trash-and-trash-accessories · 9 months

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I went to a pro-Palestine protest recently. It was a small crowd. Maybe 100 people. It was almost entirely Middle Eastern people and Jews (not mutually exclusive groups). I saw almost no one in the crowd who wasn't clearly Middle Eastern, or Jewish, or both. It feels like we're the only ones who care.

The 2020 uprising protests were full of white liberals, absolutely packed. White liberals getting arrested, throwing themselves in front of young black men to stop the violence.

It feels like no one cares about Palestine except Palestinians and Jews. And, not to speak for all other Jews, but it's being done in our name. Israel is claiming to do a genocide on behalf of Jews. We're all obligated to say go fuck yourself I didn't ask you to do that.

I think the white liberals stay home because they don't know how to feel about it. Because of the propaganda. They're told if they support Palestine, they're antisemitic, if they don't, they're islamophobic. White liberals live in fear of being cancelled, of failing to virtue signal correctly. So when things are even a little ambiguous, they simply remain completely silent. Perfectly still. The woke police's vision is based on movement like an animatronic T-Rex. They're afraid to make the wrong choice, even when the correct choice is so, so obvious. The bad guys are the ones doing a genocide. Same as always. So they avoid making any choice at all, taking any stance.

How do we make the message more clear?

The bad guys are the ones committing genocide.

#palestine #israel #israel palestine conflict #israeli apartheid #palestinian genocide #free palestine #white liberals #free gaza

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samberriez · 1 month

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* i dont think a character needz to be super complex n deep n nuanced to be worth caring about . i dont think “theyre so bland and underdeveloped” should stop ppl . i think somtimez characterz are just happy silly guyz and u should still like them but ig im just a happy silly guyz enjoyer

* i think winn IZ interesting and worth caring about . i like how theyre this super cool kid who everyonez obsessed with when they first meet them but theyre also just some lame normal child like everyone else , who likez chicken nuggetz n emuz n helicopterz n boardgamez n chocolate pudding . they got into skateboarding becauze of an animatronic mascot they really like . theyre super important reprezentation for ppl like me n i waz so excited about the idea of young queer kidz being able to see themselvez in a character like this but yk . ppl dont really talk about them . they wanna grow up to be a professional skateboarder slash politician , their slogan iz “you can win with winn” and they reuze that pun a couple timez cuz theyre so SILLY . i would do that too if my name waz winn tbh

* jazmine lovez to sing no matter how bad she iz at it and she doeznt care what ppl think of her , shez unapologetically passionate about her interestz in an honestly admirable way , shez a little fashion dizaster with all her clashing colorz n patternz n probably pickz her clothez out herself but they make her happy so who carez ! she uzed to be deathly afraid of swiss cheeze and being tickled and clownz but since hazel helped her overcome thoze fearz she keepz a jack-in-the-box toy in her locker which impliez shez grown to appreciate clownz rather than fear them , and she likez ghost storiez now ! also shez just fucking adorable every time i hear her voice im like I NEED TO SQUEEZE HER LIKE A STRESS BALL

* theze characterz are lovable !!! theyre worth caring about !!!!! could they be more fleshed out YES ABSOLUTELY but therez nothing straight up Wrong with them , there are small thingz to dig for and u can alwayz just make up ur own deep lore about them and if u hate them im looking at u so intensely . characterz dont need an excuse to exist and just be silly n unserious , especially in a kidz show . winn n jazmine dont need a justification to exist , or to be worth caring about , or to hav hazel care about them or spend her rule-free wish on them . IDK MAN . winn and jazmine haterz dni i love winn and jazmine so much and i cant wait to see what kinda hijinkz they can get into with hazel and the fairiez , hopefully . GAHHH

#phinz wordz

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baa-whatever · 3 months

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Hi im the anon asking about the headcanons and theories of the shows!!

Im okay with whatever you choose, thank you 👋

I'm not sure to be honest, but my headcanons/theories for the Sun and Moon show are:

-Eclipse secretly has a crush on Foxy but he won't ever admit that. He wants somebody he's just not sure who to be with or if he's good at dating. He's more focused on getting his life on track before doing that though.

-Moon's not looking to date, but if there is ANYBODY he'd like, he might think about it but be very hesitant. He's aroace but I can't remember what the other name for it is called. Someone who's aroace but still kind of wants a date? I think if Moon ever started to work with someone they would be like those two characters you always see together that barely talk but you kinda get the idea that they have a thing for each other.

-Sun still secretly eats glitter glue and he's a shy bisexual. Closeted bisexual? He probably is, but who knows, I'm just guessing since he was staring at his flag when Chica walked in on him.

-Sun has some lights in his room when he sleeps, I'd like to think he'd have some medieval themed lights, it's relaxing and he's also afraid of the dark.

-Out of everybody Sun knows, he hates Foxy the most. He's okay to him but he's not going to take any more crap from him. Shit will hit the fan if he tries saying anything negative to Sun again. I feel like Foxy's crossed a line with Sun when he brought Bloodmoon to the daycare. Moon is behind the line but not nearly as close. Puppet is touching the line. He doesn't really want to hang out with them he'll only do it if he's with Earth, Lunar, or Moon, he's just kinda needs his space after everything that's happened from them.

-Moon loves looking at rocks. He probably never mentioned it but he likes collecting rocks of rare shapes...it's just something he'd probably do for fun but not talk about it unless someone asked.

-Lunar would probably have a bean collection. He just started doing it as a joke one day and then didn't stop.

-Spaniard will be taller than Earth if they get their own body....maybe.

-Jack will probably get a little bit protective of Sun with Moon around. Maybe slightly jealous like how he was with Sun being Dazzle's other best friend.

-Foxy finally gets a new body....only for it to get blown up by Taurus as a warning. That's just his curse, he can never get a new body, lol.

-Earth accidentally builds another animatronic that looks like her. It ends up turning evil.

-Jack creates a dimension.....its all him but as dogs and cats.

#sun and moon show #Anon

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percyaugod · 11 months

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Baby Bear AU

AU where where Evan died holding his plush and possesses it instead of the animatronic. Evan became aware while being held close to a crying Michael's chest. Evan's eyes drifted nervously away from Michael, afraid he'd be murdered a second time if Michael knew he saw him crying. Even if Evan is mad about being killed the worst he can do is punch a confused Michael with stuffed bear paws.

After the two calm down and the apologizing has stopped Michael still refuses to let Evan go. Michael took the plush everywhere and talked to him normally. Evan asks if Michael is worried people might think he's weird but Michael just gives a sad chuckle and asks when did he ever care what other people thought of him?

It's not until days later when Evan realizes no one is talking to Michael. They're all just looking at him and whispering among themselves. Evan doesn't know why but it makes him nervous.

One day Evan is pulled out of Michael'd bag while the others laugh and mock him. Michael yelled and shouted threats. If Evan still had a heart it would drop when someone says "Or what? You'll kill us like you killed your brother?" Next thing Evan knows both he and the person are on the ground as Michael punches the person repeatedly in the face. It's the first time Evan has been scared of Michael since he "woke up."

Michael picks Evan off the ground and gently brushes him off before holding him close. Michael then leaves to go home even though the school day is only halfway over.

#Fnaf #fnaf au #michael afton #evan afton #Baby Bear AU

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ynisreal · 9 months

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wires (8) - michael afton x reader

author´s note: helloooo tumblr! so, i've already uploaded these two chapters to ao3, because my main fan work consumption is on the site… sorry for the delay in posting them here :P summary: Michael tells you part of the truth. You and Michael clean up the establishment. Where is Ennard?

"You know what his goal is, right?" Henry's voice echoes in Michael's memories. Of course he knows, that same goal was hinging and hammering on Michael's memories all the way to your house. "Ennard must be looking for a new body to camouflage himself with again," Henry reminds the younger man of each metallic limb entering his stomach and wearing his skin like a coat. Michael wasn't going to forget the animatronic's purpose, having experienced first-hand what the big robot intended to do.

"I know, but he won't be able to find one so quickly. The person he chooses has to be injected by Remnant through the scooper before he dies or, anyway - during, as happened to me," Michael's answer to Henry's question pops into his memory, reminding him of the seriousness of the situation they were in, "I don't think Ennard knows about this, so until he finds out, there will be other bodies just like Noah's, failed attempts to find a puppet for this piece of shit."

That's Michael's fear. It's the same fear that makes him hold on a little tighter to the hands that are intertwined on his torso. You notice the change in his grip, finally understanding that you weren't the only one afraid of going back to the establishment. All along the way, Michael has been giving you these little indications that he was also afraid of what had happened, even though he didn't want to show it to you. The sudden grip on your hands, the slightly controlled breathing and the tension in the broad shoulders of the man in front of you. When there was a red light and Michael's motorcycle stopped, the man's hands brushed against your thigh, his anxious fingers tapping out a frantic rhythm on your skin. Honestly, you feel a little guilty for not comforting him, but you know how serious Michael is about his secrets and what he decides to share, so you don't want to force an opening and end up fighting with him again. You don't have the strength to get into a fight about who yells the loudest with Michael right now, with the vivid images of Noah's organs racing through your head.

"Thank you for coming to pick me up," you thank him, trying once again to distract yourself and Michael from the fear you were both feeling on your way back to the establishment. "Sure, I promised I'd help you carry the weight on your back, and I'm going to do just that," Michael replies, in a slightly happier tone than his demeanor showed. He was trying to reassure you and show confidence, which you could appreciate in him.

You smile under the large helmet that surrounds your face, "Is this the extra helmet you use when you offer girls a ride?" you joke, trying once again to ease the tension in his shoulders. However, this seems to have the opposite effect when you feel his shoulders tense up once again, perhaps even a little more. This makes you open your mouth in shock, "Wow, here I was just joking, and little did I know that I was another one of your victims," you imitate an angry tone, wanting to hear what Michael's response would be.

"Calm down, it was only two," Michael replies quickly, turning his helmeted head slightly in your direction, keeping his eyes on the road. "Apart from you, of course," the last comment being added in an obviously teasing tone, the man clearly amused by the little jealous tantrum you were throwing. "Hm, I see, should I assume that they also worked with you? Or that you also wrote them notes?" you add, continuing to dramatize the situation, amused by the lightness in which you and Michael were chatting, which completes its task in distracting both of you from the fear hanging over both your minds.

"No, that was just you," Michael says seriously, which surprises you a little, given the joking tone the subject was taking.

It's true. You feel it almost immediately.

"I didn't used to get too involved with the people I had sex with or talked to, that only started with you," Michael adds, not really caring what his words meant or what they suggested.

True. Again.

Your cheeks immediately blush. Shit, how Michael had the ability to dominate your thoughts and make the problems surrounding your head seem like ants next to his magnitude. "Well, what's in the past doesn't matter, I'm glad you've changed. You're the kind of person that everyone would love to meet," you replied awkwardly, not knowing how to react to Michael's sudden confession, letting the first words that came into your mind take over your facial muscles and spill out of your mouth.

Michael doesn't answer. After all, that clumsy little reply of yours brought a light into Michael's mind. He had changed, after meeting you, after so many months locked in the silence and darkness of the establishment, after dying and having to drag his own corpse out of a dark alley, Michael had changed. And this change was a good one, of course he still had certain reactions or behaviors that were already automatic in his brain, but even unconsciously, he had opened up to you, he wanted that opening. Michael was willing to open all his scars for you to look inside, through all the blood and pain.

"We're here," Michael says, seeing such the familiar establishment lurking on the sidewalk. You raise your head to look through the tinted window of the helmet, feeling your stomach rise in your throat and threaten to come out of your mouth. Days passed, Noah's case was still open, analyzing suspects, the sun still rose and fell the same way as before, but your fear was still there. Michael's company made you feel safer, knowing that neither you nor he would ever walk those same corridors alone, but it was inevitable that you would create various scenarios in your head about how the two of you would end up dead in the same way as Noah.

Michael noticed your hesitation, so he squeezed your hand that was still wrapped around his torso, signaling that he would be entering with you. He would help you carry the tiring weight of fear, even if his hands were growing calluses from having carried the same fear alone for several years.

The engine noise ceases and you look around the parking lot, unaccustomed to the scenery belonging to the establishment. You remove your helmet awkwardly, wrinkling your nose as you feel some of your hair being pulled along with the material. Your eyes meet the dark glass of Michael's helmet, and you wait a few seconds, a little confused by your companion's delay, when it finally hits you.

"Do you want me to go in first?" you ask, your voice soft and your head tilting slightly in sympathy. Michael's gentle laugh makes itself known and he lifts his hand to stroke your cheek.

"No need, just wait for me at the exit to the parking lot," he replies, knowing that you would feel uncomfortable entering the establishment alone, but you still wanted to make him comfortable. Michael still had no plans to show his face to you, that hadn't changed, so he appreciated your respect for his secret.

You nod and give him a small kiss on the hand that was hidden in a glove, which you assumed was part of the bike's equipment. Your footsteps echoed through the establishment as you walked up to the large red door that marked "Exit" in black letters. Michael waited until the footsteps were far enough for him to take off his helmet, wrinkling his nose when he felt bits of skin from his face getting stuck in the material. Shit, he would have to buy a wider helmet to avoid the cracks that were forming in his face, leading to some black patches from the necrotic muscles. He picks up the backpack he had brought, reaching for his hoodie and the black surgical mask he had brought. After lifting the hood from the hoodie, the upper part of his face was hidden, along with the lower part which was covered by the mask.

After a few minutes, you hear Michael's footsteps echoing through the garage, signaling to you that he was coming to meet you. "Is this the exit?" you ask, given that he's been working in the establishment longer than you. Michael saw the red door next to you and made a positive sign with his hands, showing you the new bandages that covered his fingers and hands. The famous mask and hood you were used to seeing every week are back, and you finally realize how much you had missed Michael. Honestly, you were grateful. A lot of feelings went through your head these last few days, especially with Noah's death and the story Henry told you, which helped you realize that: life is grey. It doesn't judge, it doesn't help or facilitate nor does it hinder or slow you down. Life gives what it can, and now, you were extremely grateful for what little Michael shared with you. Whether it was a blind kiss, a faceless figure or sweet words that were muffled by the mask. Life gave it to you, and you felt grateful for what seemed so little to other people, but was immense to you. And for Michael too.

"And the wage earners always come back to collect their wages," Michael said casually, letting out a theatrical sigh as he opened and held the large, eye-catching door for you to pass through. You let out a small laugh, "True, the chocolates my sister likes are very expensive these days," the same joking tone in the man's voice is heard in your own, enjoying the light mood you were starting the shift in. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's just your sister who eats them," Michael says sarcastically, calling the elevator as he pushes the button that instantly lights up. You let out another laugh, pushing the man's arm a little too hard, just to provoke him. But honestly, with the short contact of your hand on his toned arm, you realize that even if you had used one hundred percent of your strength, Michael might not have moved at all.

The elevator finally opens its doors, making a loud noise, as apparently all the doors in this establishment do. Michael lets you in first, extending his arm between the open space of the doors to prevent them from closing. As you enter that familiar environment, the reality of the place you're returning to makes itself present in your stomach again. Memories of you running through the corridors and praying to any entity that would listen to you so that you wouldn't be the next victim return to your mind, letting the discomfort begin to grow in your body. You are not alone is what you try to repeat to yourself, as an attempt to stabilize your anxiety. And it was the reality, you weren't alone, Michael was with you, the man who always tried to help you and ease your worries, why should this time be any different? It wouldn't.

The man next to you found your sudden silence strange, imagining that the memories and traumas of that night must be tormenting you. He still didn't know the details of what you had done or what you had thought on that day, only receiving the narrative through indirect sources—via Henry and the reports the older man had brought home. His imagination filled in some of the gaps, relying on the fact that Michael had been through similar experiences a few times to make accurate assumptions. "Close your eyes," Michael says impulsively, his voice coming out hoarse, surprising even himself as if his body had taken action before he realized what he was about to do.

You hardly needed time to react, immediately complying with Michael's request and allowing your sight to be stripped away. Your swift response exuded desperation, a realization that left you a little embarrassed. It became clear how effortlessly Michael could read your body language, especially in your most vulnerable moments. Your other senses took over, enabling you to listen to Michael's movements. You heard the elastic of the mask being stretched and the friction of the material against the man's skin, indicating that he had removed the object. Almost immediately afterward, your sense of touch allowed you to feel Michael's lips meeting yours. The kiss was slow and sweet, the small cuts on the man's mouth adding a subtle tickle, especially when you reached out to grab the material of his hoodie, bringing the two of you even closer. The affirmation you sought was present in the shared kiss—Michael was here. The same Michael who had promised to help you, no matter how challenging things became.

The sound of the elevator doors opening echoes through the closed room and you feel Michael's hand cover your eyes, even though you've kept them closed. The sweet taste of the man's lips disappears, replaced by the cold breeze that envelops the bare lower part of your face. "We're here," Michael whispers, his husky voice close to your ear. You nod positively, a little nervous about your prolonged lack of sight. The hand covering your eyes finally leaves, allowing your vision to return, the dim lighting of the establishment invading your eyesight again, irritating you slightly.

You glance at Michael, who already has his mask back on. The affirmation you were repeating was now firmly in your mind, so you didn't hesitate to take the first step, making your way towards the heavy, noisy doors of the main hall. This time, the loud sound didn't startle you, showing how determined your brain is to ignore any kind of fear, focusing solely on the mantra hammering away at the back of your mind. Michael follows you, satisfied that the little bit of encouragement he provided in the kiss worked, pleased with the image in front of him: you attempting to move forward. It won't be easy, but he can try to make it easier for you.

Michael follows you, noticing how you're walking a bit too fast through the main hall, searching for the cleaning utensils to organize the chaos that the police and investigators had left behind. Michael's strong arm appears in the corner of your vision as you reach for the mop bucket.

"Doll, slow down, I'm here to help you," his voice is once again close to your ear, "I'm glad you're determined, but don't forget that I also have my role in helping you," he continues, grabbing the bucket with ease and placing it on the floor in front of you.

"Okay, sorry, I'm just afraid this wave of motivation is gonna leave too soon," you express, rubbing your hands on your uniform, a sign of your sudden hyperactivity. "So don't use it all up within seconds, just take a deep breath and calmly use up your motivation battery, so you don't go into total denial about everything that happened," Michael says calmly, raising his arm to pick up the other utensils. "Honestly, denial would be a good way to deal with all this," you admit, watching as the man in front of you, once again, gathers up all the items and then leaves you empty-handed.

Michael turns his head towards you, letting the dim light illuminate the upper part of his face. With so many emotions over the last few days, you'd forgotten: Michael's eyes were completely dark. A dark black that consumed all the light in the room and didn't reflect a single glint. You remember the drawing you made that associated this feature, which at the time you thought was imaginary on your part, with the eyes of a powerful villain. It's true, it was a look that would make any villain envy the darkness and emptiness that his gaze conveys. But you couldn't possibly think that about his gaze, knowing that Michael wasn't a villain, at least not in your eyes. You looked away, not wanting Michael to find out that his eyes were uncovered. After all, if he kept secrets, you could keep yours.

"Don't say that," the man's voice is serious, "Denial won't do any good, in fact, reality will only hit harder afterwards," Michael says. Truth, you feel it again. Damn, you wish you could tear your insides apart so you could stop feeling these intuitions. Feeling your body betraying you and agreeing with Michael.

"Yeah," you reply dryly, in denial about being able to stay in denial, basically. "I hate to be cliché, but time heals all wounds, and well, justice heals other wounds too," Michael looks back at the shelves, reaching for the cleaning cloths and gloves.

"Have you experienced this before?" your voice comes out hoarse, a little frustrated with Michael's advice, not wanting to accept the reality that you would have to cope with your emotions and fears. The man doesn't stop in his movements, continuing to throw the cloths he found into the bucket in front of you. He takes a few seconds to respond, as if he's thinking about what to say.

"Yes," Michael says, "Noah wasn't the first death in this establishment."

Well, what the fuck? Isn't this kind of information usually shared with new employees?

You don't answer, your body speaks for itself, your eyes going wide and your hands clenching your uniform. "What do you mean?" your voice comes out a little broken, your fear returning almost instantly. Michael realizes this, so he makes the decision to tell you this story in another manner. "I'm going to tell you, I just need you to close your eyes so I can comfort you," he says, his voice heavy with anxiety. Shit, it was hard having to be careful about the secrecy of his appearance and keeping you physically close at such times.

You sigh and close your eyes again. Michael brings you close, covering the top of your face once again with his hand and letting his other hand caress the fabric of your uniform that was covering your shoulder. "It's been a while since that body was found," Michael is careful with his words, not wanting to scare you or expose himself too much, "Henry, the man you met, was the one who found the body, but the killer was already identified in that case, so you don't have to-"

"Did this man come back to life, or did something happen to him after death?" you ask curiously, remembering the tale Henry had told you. You really didn't believe that the man had come back to life, so you assumed that it must be some kind of lesson or significance that the employees of this establishment shared. Well, you were partly right.

"What do you mean?", the hand on your shoulder stops abruptly, surprised by your question. "Henry told me that he knew a story about a man who had another chance in life after he died," you explain, your hand reaching for Michael's to return the caress on your shoulder that was helping you to calm down, "Well, I assumed that it was a well-known tale in the establishment, and since Henry found the body, he may have tried to pass it on to me," you conclude, a little confused by your own statement. "Forget it, I must look crazy," you add, finally finding Michael's hand as you feel the familiar bandages around your fingers.

Michael smiles beneath his mask, evidently Henry must have shared the story of his death with you. "Would you like the story to end like that?" Michael asks, resuming his caress on your shoulder, "For the corpse that Henry found to come back to life?". You think for a few seconds, not understanding Michael's question, but regardless, you decide to answer: "Yes, it would be less gruesome than ending up with Henry running around the corridors afraid of being the next one, just like me," you shrug, the sincerity in your voice making your speech seem a little too casual for the reality of your statement.

"Okay," Michael smiles, a smile so big that he's afraid the necrotic tissue on his cheek will tear deeply. "You mentioned that the killer was identified, is he under arrest?" you ask.

That's going to be impossible to explain, Michael thinks.

"No," the man replies sincerely, not wanting to delve into who, or rather what, the killer was. "That's why I'm here with you, it's safer for both of us, and believe me, I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure that these same stories don't repeat themselves with you or your sister."

"My sister?" you vocalize, your hand that was stroking Michael's bandages quickly ceasing. "Michael, what does my sister have to do with this?", your voice sounds irritated, which makes Michael hesitate in his movements. Shit, he said too much.

"She has nothing to do with it, Y/n, calm down," Michael blurted out as he felt your hand grip his tightly. Not that it was actually hurting, but he could sense the desperation in your tone. "I only vocalized my concern for both of you, I know how much you love and care for her."

"Okay, but why should the murder in this establishment worry my sister?" you asked once again, the irritation you felt still not subsiding.

"There's a killer on the loose, Y/n, that's what I'm saying, we don't know where he is," Michael knows that what he's telling you is the opposite of comforting or calming you, but it's the truth. He didn't want you walking the streets carefree or letting your sister come home from school completely alone. Ennard was still on the loose, and he was testing bodies until he could find one that would hold up, which won't happen until Ennard realizes that the corpse needs Remnant.

You sigh, letting the depth of Michael's statement settle within you. He was presenting facts that were difficult to accept, the realization that your sister or other people could be in danger. You couldn't afford to let fear paralyze you, to be as openly vulnerable as you were being, you needed strength and courage in this moment, especially since your little sister depended on your protection and care.

While Michael could bring you comfort and motivation, this line of thinking brought you courage and determination. You had to control your emotions, after all, it wasn't just your life that depended on it.

It worried the man when he didn't hear any response from you, but soon after, he listened to your breathing become more controlled, as if you were trying to calm your thoughts and stabilize your heart. "I understand, thank you for clarifying that to me," you finally reply, your voice strangely calm, "I needed to hear that, thank you Michael," you add, raising your hand to caress his other hand, which was still positioned over your eyes.

Michael smiles, satisfied with the conclusion of the confusing and unexpected conversation you two shared. So he carefully lowers his mask, sealing the discussion you two had with a small kiss, just to bring you and him a sense of comfort and closeness after a sensitive conversation for both of you.

When you feel the hand being removed from your eyes, Michael is already wearing his mask and standing at the same distance he considers safe. Your gaze falls on the utensils already positioned in the bucket, apart from the mop and broom in Michael's hands. You crouch down to pick up the bucket with the cloths and cleaning products, but Michael's arm reaches for the item before you can grab it.

"Why do you still try?" Michael's voice is laced with teasing, totally different from the tone you two had been talking in a few minutes ago. You let out a hearty laugh when you saw that Michael was practically hugging the broom and mop with one arm, squeezing them tightly against his body so they wouldn't fall off, while his free arm was carrying the bucket. "If you'd rather contort yourself to carry the bucket than let me handle a broom, honestly, you're crazy," you smiled, holding out your arms, hoping that Michael would make an exception for today.

"Call me crazy all you want," he says, ignoring your offer and starts walking through the corridors in search of the mess made by the investigators. You roll your eyes, amused by Michael's extreme insistence on being a gentleman, but you still follow him down the corridors to start your day shift.

"Fuck, couldn't those jerks collect their damn tapes?", Michael's voice rings out through the corridors until you reach Ballora's gallery, where you were. Hearing him get angry about this makes you laugh as you organize some boxes that the cops had emptied during the investigation. "Damn it, just put that shit in the garbage can, did they have to leave it on the floor?", Michael finally makes his way to the door of the room you were in.

"Michael, it's our job to manage the establishment, their only job is to investigate," you explain, without taking your eyes off the task you were doing, sorting out the items that were for the decoration box that ended up on the floor due to the policemen's carelessness. "But it's also their job to have the minimum of human dignity and throw garbage in the garbage can," Michael replies, still frustrated by the mess that had established itself in the Funtime auditorium: badly cleaned blood, torn yellow tapes on the floor, empty coffee cups everywhere and, to complete the humiliation, the staff toilet near the auditorium was clogged. Not that Michael needed it, he no longer has a functioning digestive system, but you did, and the asshole cops apparently didn't think about your digestive system while they clogged up the only fucking toilet in this establishment.

"Are you going to unclog the toilet? I can finish the boxes quickly and get it done," you asked, turning your body towards the door. You saw Michael standing in the doorway, holding two transparent garbage bags, both visibly full. "No, I'll do it," Michael replied in frustration, not at you, but at the mess. As much as he found the months he spent alone in the establishment frustrating, he had created a sense of home for the place. For him, seeing this messy and untidy place that he'd practically lived in for months would burst a vein, well, if he had veins with blood pumping through them.

"You're already cleaning the auditorium, which I believe has been left in a mess of blood and other filth," you plead. Michael had immediately offered to clean the auditorium, knowing that it would be uncomfortable for you to relive your memories there, even more so with the blood barely cleaned up by the investigators who collected the body and the various tapes written "Crime Scene".

"No, I'll clean the auditorium and the bathroom, no problem," Michael put the bags down, sighing at the effort he'd been putting in all afternoon. It was strange, to spend the whole afternoon mopping the floor and walking back and forth through the corridors to carry bags of garbage, and not break a sweat. He felt hot and breathless from the hard work, but he couldn't sweat anymore. "I don't want to kiss you later and have you smell like stale coffee and bleach," Michael explained, putting one hand on his waist and the other to loosen the hoodie he was wearing, shaking the fabric of the collar so that a breeze of air would cool his dead body.

"Oh yeah, then I'll have to smell that on you later," you laugh, not at all convinced by Michael's explanation. "I don't want your sister to be traumatized by the stink she'll smell when you get home," Michael says, his voice carrying a provocative tone, which makes you smile once again.

Michael looked extremely attractive right now, even with his face covered. The fabric of the hoodie really helped with the masterpiece in front of you, making no effort to hide the man's physique, apart from the fact that, with the movement he was making with the fabric, you could see a bit of bandage around his abdomen. You had discovered yet another feature of your sexual preference with Michael, finding the bandages he wore on his hands extremely attractive, even if you didn't understand why he wore them. A good amount of time had passed since the episode in the control room, and honestly, all you wanted now was to have the opportunity to feel Michael like that again.

"Doll, I'm going to throw this shit away and finish the auditorium tomorrow, I need to sort out the fucking toilet by today," Michael announces, picking up the bags again. You nod positively, "I like it when you call me that," you say with a fond smile on your face, happy to have Michael working with you, it really managed to distract you from the fact that the two of you were cleaning up the mess of the policemen - policemen who had come to investigate a murder.

"Brings back good memories, right?" Michael's voice echoed through the corridors, the malice evident in his tone, but he missed the opportunity to see your cheeks blush and your eyes close in shyness. But your face bore a smile, good memories indeed.

You took the opportunity that Michael had taken on the task of cleaning and unclogging the toilet to check the Scooping Room. Over the last few days, you had called the company a few times, explaining the situation of the robot forgotten in the establishment. The secretary had been polite to you, but she repeated that there was no record of the animatronic you were describing, an animatronic with several exposed wires and white plates forming a face that held a hat on top. You were confused by the situation, which she tried to explain could be some robot from another establishment or an export error by the construction company. The secretary explained that they were swamped with demands from the redesign of this facility and the lawyers who were handling the lawsuit over Noah's death, so she couldn't give you a definite date of when someone would pick up the lost animatronic.

So, walking quickly through the Funtime auditorium, avoiding looking at any traces of blood or, frankly, anywhere other than the small door of the Scooping Room, you decide to check on the animatronic, even to see if the police had removed it or done anything to the robot. When you enter the dark room, the animatronic is no longer next to the door, which makes you think almost immediately that it must have been removed, but as soon as your eyes get used to the darkness of the room, you can see the animatronic standing next to the large scooper in the middle of the room.

The animatronic was positioned in a creepy way, its arms, which were tubes and tubes of wires, were next to its metallic body, with its eyes turned towards the door, where you were standing. Next to him was the large scooper, which you assumed was for rebuilding or destroying the robots. "Well, it looks like they left you right here," you vocalized in a low voice, making sure Michael didn't hear any noise coming from the auditorium. The animatronic was submerged in the darkness of the place, the open door with the low lighting of the auditorium didn't do your vision any justice, you could only see the white plates that formed the robot's face and the long tubes that escaped from the metal body. Some dark spots were on the animatronic's white face, which made you think that the policemen must have moved the robot and let some coffee drip onto the plates. You were still amazed at the lack of care the investigators had shown with the establishment.

When you hear footsteps in the corridor and Michael's voice calling your name accompanied by some complaints about the smell in the bathroom, you immediately close the door to the scooping room and practically run through the auditorium, taking care not to bump into anything and cause a loud sound that would attract Michael's attention. "Y/n, let's close up and leave, I can't stand that stink any longer, tomorrow I'll bring a gas mask to keep cleaning the bathroom," Michael says, as he walks towards Ballora's gallery, but quickly notices that you are no longer there. "Y/n?" Michael says louder, wanting to hear an answer from you before he turns this establishment upside down, creating more chaos than the policemen left behind.

"I'm here," you reply as you run down the corridors to meet Michael. "Where did you go? Finished with the boxes?" the man asks as soon as he sees you running towards him, his hood hiding the frown of concern that has formed on his eyebrows. "I went to have a look in the auditorium, but I came running when I heard your call," you explain, placing your hand on the old walls of the corridor, trying to calm your breathing. Well, it wasn't entirely a lie, but you still felt bad about lying in front of Michael, especially about a subject he clearly felt strongly about.

"Hm, you could have told me," Michael replied, crossing his arms, "It's okay, next time, just let me know before you go to the auditorium, I don't like the thought of you alone in that place," the man explained, his husky voice filling your ears with a tone of distress.

"It's okay, Michael," you responded, smiling awkwardly due to the shortness of breath you were still feeling. "Let's go, you need a shower," your attempts to calm your breathing allowed you to inhale deeply of the reek that covered the man at that moment. Honestly, you were relieved that he had offered to clean the bathroom, you wouldn't put up with that smell for a second before vomiting.

"Wow, look what a gentleman gets for cleaning the bathroom for a girl," Michael imitates a sad voice, "Get used to the smell, doll, you'll have to cling to me on the bike on the way home," the man adds, letting out a small laugh while your face contorts into a disgusted expression. "Honestly, I'd rather walk," you admit to the man in front of you, who, upon hearing your statement, lets out another laugh, this time more sincere and louder than the first.

"I'll walk with you then," Michael starts heading towards the auditorium, moving past you, while your figure is still leaning against the same wall, trying to rest your body from the effort you've exerted today. "I'm going to lock the rooms, wait for me here so we can head down together," he said, stroking your hair gently as he came across your clumsy figure, still leaning against the wall. Your gaze was on the floor, giving Michael free access to run his fingers through the strands of your hair, which were shiny with sweat and a little messy. For Michael, it was another reminder that your body was alive, your body was warm, sweating and flushed red, unlike the cold, purple fingers of the dead man.

You nod positively at him, feeling the touch of careful fingers in your hair go away, accompanied by the sound of Michael's footsteps once again echoing through the corridors. The wall was strangely comfortable for you, so as Michael had asked, you didn't move, letting your whole body lean against the wall as you waited for Michael to return and leave.

The man does his task quickly, locking all the rooms that had been opened in the investigation and checking if the ones that remained locked were properly closed. Arriving at the auditorium, Michael moves in hurried steps towards the door that was so familiar from his nightmares. Now he and Noah shared the same place of death. No matter how much his steps faltered or how much his dead heart screamed at him to get away from that door, he always checked to see if it was closed. It seemed that his soul recognized the place, as all the organs that were no longer active in his lifeless body twitched and writhed in pain. Michael unconsciously raised his hand to protect his abdomen, an unnecessary and useless action for his current situation. His stomach had already been ripped open, all his organs had already been expelled onto the floor, Michael's survival instinct had nothing left to protect.

Even though his hand was shaking, he reached out for the handle, which, to make matters worse for Michael, was open. At that moment, the fear ceased, the feeling of rage and revenge taking over Michael's entire body, already expecting to find Ennard behind that door. He couldn't risk leaving that door open, not with you here, not with your figure standing a few meters away from this room. The door swung open abruptly and violently, the dust that guarded the entrance flying everywhere given the room's lack of use.

There was no one there. Or rather, there was no animatronic. The room was dark, but Michael could draw this room with his eyes closed, he didn't need light, the memory that terrified him every night would help him navigate the room. The man wasn't stupid, he knew and had experience with the way animatronics hid, so he made a point of checking every corner or square meter of the small space. Michael felt his soul almost jump out of his body once again as he stood inside the Scooper Room, recognizing that it was here that he had lost his life, it was in this small space that Michael didn't see the light, Michael didn't hear, see or feel anything for the first time in his life. At least, he couldn't feel anything after he felt the large piece of metal puncture his stomach. He couldn't hear anything after his ear almost bled from his own screams. Ennard was the last vision he had.

Ennard wasn't here. Michael felt selfish for being relieved, at least, he didn't want to imagine how he would deal with knowing that Ennard was in the establishment at the same time as you were. However, that meant it was somewhere else, loose on the streets of this city in search of a corpse to dress, just as he had done with Michael.

The man quickly closes the door, locking it before going to meet you.

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