#the kid in the mall fnaf

[thedemonscrawler]

there’s two of you now, maybe you’ve got the security clearance to get the van ending?

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a silly thing involving my Gregory from Permission Slip and @sleepyjuniper ‘s Gregory from her fic Visions (or Lack Thereof)! If you ain’t read it yet, go do that!

no one ever, ever let me draw a vending machine in a comic again

[glambots]

So, most Daycares typically look after kids ranging from 1-to-5/6 years old, which means that Sun and Moon aren't just looking after babies. Mans looking after Baby-Babies. At least 10+ of them a day. That makes me wonder what their limit is. Do they have a waitlist for the Daycare?? Did they ever have Daycare assistants?? Or just a daytime security guard who watched from behind the desk? I want to know how the ins and outs of this place worked man!!

[emdotcom]

*remembers what they did to Vanny* 500 FUCKING PIPEBOMB ATTACK.

[maretriarch]

fnaf self insert oc whos just a weird adult guy into regular animatronics. hes me

[starlit-mansion]

the weirdest part of the fnaf movie is the marketing presence made it so i had to hear people i never wanted to hear talk about fnaf talk about fnaf

[catboybrain]

i wish security breach had been Stanley Parable but fnaf. there are equally many ways to choose to go but your bad choices will create bad endings. what's canon? yes.

[fl3shm4id3n]

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧.

ꜰɴᴀꜰ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ꜰᴏxʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ), ꜰᴏxʏ x ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)

Tw: Spoilers? Missing children, child abduction, mentions of death, FNAF stuff, slight mental illness, mentions of getting committed, a bit emotional with an almost good ending?

A/N: I choose Foxy because he is my favorite both in the game and movie. Hope ya'll like this fic.

Masterlist

You were just gone for a moment, you had to use the bathroom, you thought that he'd be okay with the other kids. When you came out, he was nowhere to be seen. You looked for him everywhere, in the arcade, the ball pit, the bathroom. Then you heard that other kids also went missing. The police got called, you told your mom what happened. You were growing scared and desperate to find your brother. But weeks turned to months, and months turned to years. The police just stopped looking because they didn't find anything. No suspicious activities or of that sort. No one was found and they didn't even find one single body. It was as if they vanished like thin air. But you? You didn't stopped, you didn't plan on stopping until you found what happened to your brother.

Not only that, but your dreams got all sorts of weird. You had always dreamt of the same thing. You were at the Pizzeria, stepping out of the restroom, wearing the same clothes as you did that day, except the place would get darker and more sinister. The people around you have become faceless and the music sounded much more dimer. You'd spot your brother for a moment, then he'd vanish into thin air. Every time that would happen, you'd call out to him. Screaming his name around the pizzeria. You'd also hear a voice, it sounded robotic. It would always spell out something that you couldn't quite catch. But there were some letters that you could make out. 'C...O...M...E... F...I...N...D M...E...'. You were never able to hear it clearly, it sounded like a broken cassette tape. Then you'd wake up. The dream went on for years, you never really dreamt of anything else. If you did, it would always be something that happened in your childhood, evolving your brother. A lot has changed since he turned out missing.

Now it was the early 2000's, you were already an adult. Working a nine to five job at a Target at the mall and living with your mom still. That early morning, you've woken up from that dream. Again, that same dream. You walking out the bathroom, still wearing that outfit you wore that day and the place was full of faceless people and that music. God that music made shivers run down your spine. You did what you'd always do, look for your brother. It always ended with with you entering the main lobby, near the small single stage. And again, that voice. 'C...O...M...E... F...I...N...D M...E...'. You never could make out what he was saying. Then you'd wake up. You didn't understand it. You never understood it. You got ready for work. You put on your red polo shirt with your name tag and your light brown kaki pants. Before you left the room, you looked at a picture sitting in your night stand. It was of you and your brother, on his birthday. You remembered that summer how he had a pirate themed birthday party. He loved pirates. You remember how he would walk around with a black eyepatch and a hook on his right hand. You would even play with him when your mom would be out working late. You always choose to be a mermaid or the villain in his games. You missed those times.

Besides that, you never really planned on going to school for anything. That was the last thing you would be worried about. So you decided to work, maybe save up enough money to maybe hire a private investigator or someone who can help you find something. Now you were at work, doing what you'd normally do. Just helping customers and ringing them out. It was just a regular day. It felt slower than most days. You heard from your coworkers that a security guard got fired, before he punched a guy who he mistook as a kidnapper. If you were in his situation, you'd probably do the same. Now a-days you didn't know who you could trust or you couldn't even look away from a moment because something could happen with a blink of an eye. It was understandable, at least to you.

You've been invited to do things with your coworkers, except you've declined. Always telling them that you were busy or you just didn't feel like going out. It was hard for you to make friends, you had basically isolated yourself from everyone when your brother turned up missing. You never really tried to make friends again. This worried your mom. Since you'd only go to work, go home, eat and sleep. It was a repeated cycle. She had talked to you about going to see a therapist. But you always declined. You didn't want to go and talk to somebody about how after many years you're still on the hunt for your brother. They'll probably medicate you or get you committed into an asylum. You you avoided that topic.

After work, you were back home. In your room, looking through your book. This book had news paper articles, along with police reports, pictures and other things that you've kept for years. This was your kind of evidence that you kept. You'd study these stuff day and night, for the last couple of years. You never gave up. Not only that, but you've tried asking the owner of the place 'William Afton' if you could go into the place to investigate, except the guy never picked up the phone or responded to your letters. You've even tried to get the job as a security guard, but Steve Raglan, who was a career counselor didn't give you the job. He'd always say that. 'It wasn't good for your mental health' or that 'He needs someone who's more calm and collected'. What he probably meant was that he needed someone who wasn't crazy.

You were busy looking at the old, now yellow news paper. Re-reading the article about the missing kids. You've read it many times by now, you might even memorize it. Then you heard someone knock at your door, then they came in. It was your mom. Who had a face of worry. "Y/n? Have you ate anything?" She asked, looking over you saw that she still had her work uniform on, she must have got back. "No, not yet." You responded, then she got closer. Seen what you were reading. She let out a sigh, as if she was exhausted of some kind. "Again? Y/n, we've been over this." She said, then you looked over at her. "I know, but... I just got to find something." You added to her.

She looked at you, seen the dark circles under your eyes. Indicating that you didn't get much sleep. "Baby, it's been years." She said, while looking at you. "You just... have to accept that he isn't coming back." She said sadly, as if she didn't want to say it, but she did. "I know... I just... want to know what happened to him.. or at least who took him.." you added in defense. Your mom then fidgeted with your hair a bit, as if she was fixing it. "So do it, but... you have to stop this obsession. It's not good for you." She said to you. It went silent for a moment, then your mom let out a small sigh. "I'll get dinner started, I'll come to get you in a bit." She said, giving you a small squeeze to your shoulder and she left your room. You sighed, placing your hands on your cheeks and leaned on the desk. Trying to think of what your mom said. Then you looked at picture sitting on the night stand for a moment. After a whole silent minute, you got up from the desk and went into the kitchen where your mom was, to help her with dinner.

You were at the food court, you had taken your lunch break, now you were heading back. You weren't watching where you were going and you've bumped into somebody. Making them drop a book of theirs. "Shit, I'm sorry." You said, picking up the old looking small book with the title which read 'Dream Theory'. Interesting. "It's alright." He said, then you handed the book to the guy. He was cute. He had messy brown hair and slightly tired eyes. The same description as the security guy who got fired.

"Are you... the guy who got fired from security?" you asked him. He had a look of embarrassment, but he nodded. "Yeah, that's me." He said. It was quiet for a moment, but you spoke again. "What you did was understandable." You said, making him look at you with his eyes slightly wide by your words. "You think so?" He asked. "Yeah, now a-days, you don't even know people's intentions or motives. I would have probably done the same if I were you." You explained. He only nodded at your words, at least someone also thought like him. "Well, I better go, hopefully I'll see you around." You said with a small smile. He nodded and returned the smile. Afterwards, you headed back towards your work place, while he also left to his destination.

You were back home, counting the money you kept in a shoebox underneath your bed. It was enough to fire an investigator, but you knew that you'll need more. This would probably cover the bear bare minimum. It was frustrating. You've spent a whole year saving, yet it didn't feel like it was enough. You knew that you should have got a job sooner, than later. Again, you went through the same old articles and pictures. Trying to find something again. But nothing, it was the same old thing. The same words and the same people in the pictures. Of kids playing around the arcade and one of a person dressed as a yellow bunny. That was odd, you don't remember that bunny at the pizzeria. When was he added? When you looked at the picture of him posing with a girl with blonde hair in pick tails, it felt creepy in a way. Almost unsettling. You didn't really notice this picture or you probably didn't notice it at first.

It was another day, you were in the register, ringing people out. You sighed, in exhaustion. Your feet were hurting and time felt much slower than usual. Another costumer came to the register. You gave them the best smile. "Hello-" you were cut off guard, seen that it was that guy you met the other day. "Oh, it's you. Find everything alright?" You asked him, like you'd normally asked every costumer. You scanned the box of crayons and paper, along with a few things he had in his basket. "Yeah, thanks." He said, while grabbing his wallet. "Found a job yet?" You asked him, out of politeness. "If you haven't, I'm sure you could send in your application." You said. "I actually already did, but thank you for the offer." He responded. You nodded, as you placed the items in a white plastic bag with the red Target logo. "What did you find? If you don't mind me asking." You asked him. "A security guard, at some pizzeria. The pay isn't good, but it's something." He explained.

This caught your curiosity. "Really? What pizzeria?" you asked, putting the packet of bacon in the bag. "It's called, I think. Freddy's Fazbear's Pizza, something like that." He explained. No fucking way. You looked at him wide eyed. "For real?" You asked him, he only nodded. Then he gave you the amount of money that was due. As you handed him his receipt, you hesitated a bit. "When can I see you again?" You asked. "Hm, I don't know, maybe in half an hour while I still have time? Why?" He asked, now curious on why you'd want to see him. "It's cause... I'd like to talk to you about something. It'll be worth your while, I promise." You said, he thought of it for a minute, then he nodded. "Alright, I'll meet you in the food court... When does your shift in end?" he asked. "In about an hour, what's your name by the way?" You asked him. "It's Mike." He told kindly, as you hummed in response. Watching him leave in a bit of a hurry, you went back to work hoping that the time would go by fast.

After that hour, you were at the food court, waiting for Mike to arrive. He finally did. "Thanks for coming." You said almost shyly. "No problem, but just make it quick. I got to get back home to get ready for my first shift." He explained. You and him sat on a table. "Look, I know you've only known me for a bit. But, please hear me out." You said. Mike nodded, allowing you to processed. "Could you, maybe let me in the pizzeria, while you do your job. I'm just looking for something." You explained to him. He looked at you with a look of confusion. "Don't worry, I'm not going to steal anything, I'm just looking for something." You explained to him. But he wanted to know a bit more. "I don't know. What exactly are you looking for? Treasure of some kind?" He asked. "Well, almost something like that." You told him, but he still not very convinced. You didn't know whether you should tell him the whole story on why you're interested in going into the pizzeria. You just skipped the subject.

"Not only that, but I'll pay you for your troubles. I just want to go in and look, then I'm out." You added, as soon as you said 'paid' he looked at you with more reason. "How much?" he asked. "Two-hundred dollars per night. It'll just be this week and no more." You told him, seen the look of shock in his face. He thought for a minute. Then he nodded his head. "Alright deal, but, you have to pay first. I don't want to get scammed or anything." He said, then you grabbed your wallet and handed him two fifty dollar bills. He took the money and looked at it, in almost as if he'd never seen that amount in while. "That's all I have for now, but I'll give you the rest afterwards." You explained to him. Mike nodded, he seemed as if he was convinced. "Alright, it's a deal then." He said. After that was settled. "Before I go, here's my house number. Call me if anything." You explained to him, writing your house number on a piece of paper and gave it to him. You normally wouldn't give your number to anyone, but you knew that you'd be seen him for the next couple days.

Back home, you told your mom that you'd be going out at night for the whole week. For some kind of night shift and you'd be back at 6:00 am. You left home and headed to the pizzeria. It was 11:55 pm. You were sitting in your car, waiting for Mike to arrive. A few minutes passed and he had arrived at 12:00 am. On time. He told you to just be smooth and not make it seem as if you were here. He sounded as if he really needed this job. You nodded understandingly and went to search.

Like before, you searched everywhere that you could. Except you got to look more. In the kitchen, boiler room and in the back. But nothing. Despite not finding anything, you'll be back tomorrow night. When you got back to the main lobby, you heard strange movements coming from the single stage. It had dark purple curtains like the main one. You got a bit close, trying to listen and see closely on what was making the inside of the stage move. You reached out and tried to pull the curtains, until you heard the Mike called out to you. "Hey, it's 6:00, we gotta go." He said, you nodded at him, you looked back at the stage. Before you headed out. "Here's the rest." You told him, giving him the other two fifty bucks. He took them. "Thanks." He said, putting the money in his pocket. "No, thank you for letting me do this. I know it's risky." You said with a small smile. "It's nothing really, I just... really need the money and the pay here is not so great. From what I was told." He explained. You nodded. "I understand." You responded to him. "Well, I'll see you later tonight?" you asked him. "Yeah. See ya." He responded with a small awkward smile, then headed to his car. You did the same.

You went home, slept for a few hours. You had that dream once again. But, there was a slight change. When you got to the small single stage, the voice sounded much different than before. 'Y...O...U... F...O...U...N..D... M... E...' You could slightly make out the letters, but the words completely. Then you woke up again. Like always. You got ready and went to work and after work you went home, then you left to the pizzeria at the same time as you did before. Mike arrived, you paid him the while two hundred dollars and you got to doing what you were doing. You searched in the same places, but this time you looked more in the main lobby. It felt as if you were getting closer to finding something, and that something was in the main lobby. You looked under the tables, bathrooms and even in the trashcans, but nothing. But it still felt close. Looking over at the single stage, you noticed that the curtains were open. You walked over to it, and saw that it was empty. Dammit, you thought something would be in there, before you could leaned close to look inside. You heard a loud thud in the office.

Quickly you ran towards the office. "Mike?" You called out to him, seen that he was on the floor groaning in pain. Bleeding from his arm. You went over and helped him up from the floor. "You good? What happened?" you asked him, setting him back on the chair. "I think so, dunno how that happened." He said, referring to the wound on his arm. It looked nasty. You looked around the office, trying to find a first aid kit. When you found it, you helped him patch up his wound. "What did you do?" You asked him, as you tightened the bandages on his arm. "I have no idea, I just dreamed of this kid, with a pirate hook. I chased after him, then he slashed me." He said, this caught your attention. 'Boy with a pirate hook.' That must have been a sign somehow.

When you got back home, your mom was getting ready to leave. You talked for a bit before she left. When she did, you went to catch some sleep before work. You went back to that same dream, back at the pizzeria, except you were in the last place where it ended. At the single stage, it was open. But it was empty. You got close, leaning in to look inside, but it was dark. All most like a bottomless pit. You stoke your hand in to see if you might find something, inside but you felt something grabbing your hand in the process. You heard the voice again. 'Y...O...U... F...O...U...N..D... M... E...'. Then the house phone rang. Making you wake up with a loud gasp, a bit frightened. Groaning that you've been woken up. You got up and walked towards the living room. You picked up the phone and answered.

"Hello?" you asked through the phone. "Y/n? Hey it Mike, sorry to interrupt whatever you were doing, but. Did you break into the pizzeria earlier this morning?" He asked, sounding worried in a way. "No? I was home the whole time. Why what happened?" You asked him. "Apparently someone or a group of people broke in. I just wanted to conform something." He explained. "That was it, sorry for interrupting." He apologized. "It's alright, I get it. I'll see you later tonight." You said, then you hung up. Who the hell would break into the pizzeria? That was a bit suspicious. You looked at the time and saw that it was close to being time to go to work. You sighed, walking back to your room to get ready.

Later that night, you were back at the pizzeria, waiting for Michael. He arrived, once he parked and stepped out of the car, then he went to the passenger door and opened it. A little girl stepped out with a small back pack. They both approached you. "Sorry, I couldn't get a hold of the babysitter and I just couldn't leave her alone." He explained to you. "Are you Mike's girlfriend?" she asked. Making you giggle and her brother's face turned a slight red. "Nah, just a friend." You replied to her. "Hm, I didn't think he'd have any." She said, making you laugh and Michael's face becoming redder. After you had a small introduction, you went in.

The place was trashed and a mess. While Mike went to put Abby to sleep, you decided to get some cleaning supplies to help clean the mess. You went to the janitor's closet to find some things, you spotted how on the door there was a dark liquid that had been splattered on there. Weird, it looked almost similar to blood, it was probably an old stain of some sort. You got brooms, dustpans, a bucket, mop and cleaning products. Then headed back to the main lobby. When Michael arrived, you and him got to cleaning. You both swept, mopped and you stocked up the chair and tables. Afterward, he went back to the office while you went on your search. Trying to find any kind of new clues maybe, but nothing. Some 'evidence' must have been cleaned up. You headed back to the office and saw that Mike was asleep and Abby had woken up. "Can you take me to the bathroom please?" She asked. You looked over at her sleeping brother and back at her. "Yeah, lets go." You said, taking her hand and leading her to the restroom.

You were waiting outside of the restroom, waiting for her to finish so that she could go back to her brother. The door opened and she walked out. "Done." She said with a small smile. Then a small noise was heard in the stage. You and Abby looked over for a minute. "Stay behind me." You said, then you slowly walked towards the lobby, with Abby behind you. You saw how the stage slightly shook, you kept the younger kid behind you, grabbing a broom. To defend yourself. Then the curtains of both the stages opened, revealing the animatronics. Of a bunny, bear, and a chick. They were all in good condition, with a bit of dirt and dust on them. The single stage had a fox, a bright red one that was more tattered than the rest, also with some dust.

They all moved their heads, towards your direction. Then they began to walk towards you both. You don't remember them doing that. You held the broom tightly, and kept Abby behind you. Except she peaked and looked towards the animatronics. "Those are my friends." She said, removing herself from behind you and going up to the four animals. "Abby wait." You said, getting closer to them. She seemed as if she knew them. Did she? You kept your broom in hand, watching as Abby interacted with them as if she's known them all her life. You felt something touch your shoulder, looking over, you saw the red fox. He was moving his ears and hook for a hand excitedly. Instead of feeling scared, you felt some kind of attraction? "It's okay, he just wants to hug you." Abby said to you, now the animatronics were looking at you. "He does?" you asked her, she then nodded.

Turning to face the fox, that was twice your size. You set the broom aside, then you extended your arms and moved closer to him. He did the same. You wrapped your arms around the cold fur like robotic body. His arms were around your smaller body. It felt a bit odd, but the more you hugged him, it felt comforting. You felt his hook for a hand giving you small pats, as a way to ease you. This felt nice, then you pulled away from him. Looking at him in his single eye. He moved his jaw excitedly, as well as his ears. It was cute in way. You gave him a small smile. Out of nowhere Abby began to laugh, you looked over and saw how the others were tickling her. She just laughed, which lead to some playful screaming and her telling them to stop. It was all fun and games, until you heard Mike run in to see what was happening.

As soon as he got there, he assumed Abby and you were in some kind of danger, he then grabbed a chair and held it up, as Freddy approached him. About to fight him. "It's okay Freddy, he's my brother Mike." Abby said towards Freddy, who had seemed to have calmed down. Allowing him to let Mike pass. "Mike, this is Bonnie, Foxy and Chica. Everyone, this is Mike." Abby introduced everyone to on another. "This is... is a joke right?" He asked, looking confused at you. "I thought I was tripping, but no." You responded to him. "It's okay Mike, they just want to play." Abby told Mike, then Chica turned to her and gave her a wink, making her smile.

"Alright, it's time to go, come on." He encouraged Abby. "Hold on." She responded to him, then she grabbed her little notepad and a red marker from her pocket. She drew something real quick and tore it off the notepad. Bonnie held out his hand, letting Abby put the picture on his palm. He then showed the picture to Foxy who looked very interested in the heart drawn on the paper. "I had a lot of fun." Abby told them, she then walked towards Mike. But stopped and gave Freddy a nice hug. Freddy returned the hug back. You looked at Foxy, who was waving his ears and jaw rapidly again. Also waving his hook around as if he was waving at you. "I'll see you around?" you asked him, he nodded his head. Then you walked out of the place with Mike and Abby.

"That was something." Mike said, watching Abby get in his car. "Yeah, it was." You responded, looking back inside, seen that Foxy was near the door. You guessed to make sure that you would all leave. You turned back to Mike who was closing and locking the gate. "So, find something?" He asked again. "Not yet, but I'm much closer than before." You explained to him. After he finished locking up the door. "I better get going. I got work in a few hours." You told him. "Alright, I'll probably stop by." He teased, making smile. "Alright, don't be a stranger." You told him, then you looked at Abby. "Goodbye Abby." You said kindly to her and she gave you smile, then you headed to your car, turned on the engine to get home. Back home, your mom wasn't there. You assumed she went to work early. You took off your shoes and just jumped on the couch, getting comfortable. Taking yet another nap before work. Hopefully afterwards you could get some better sleep. You fell asleep shortly afterwards.

You back at the pizzeria, except wasn't almost scary looking and dark like before. It seemed more friendly and nice to be in. You were standing outside the bathroom, the same clothes as before. Looking around, you saw someone in front of the single stage, they were small, like a child. You got closer to see who it was. Your eyes widen when you saw the back of that person's back of his head. They slowly turned around. You saw that it was your brother, he looks just like how he did when he went missing. He had on his orange shirt with blue jeans, shoes and his pirate hook that he had made.

"You found me." He said, you felt your eyes watering. It's been so long since you've seen your brother. You almost forgot how he looked like. You said his name in a whisper, then you went over, getting on your knees and pulling him into a hug. "Oh...I'm so sorry, I was only gone for a minute. I knew I should have been more watchful of you." You said, as you cried more, hugging your brother. "It's okay. You found me" He responded to you, all you could do was hug him and cry. As much as you wanted to continue to hug and be with him, you couldn't. This was only a dream. You pulled away, and looked at him in the eyes. "Please... I have to know... who took you?" You asked him, hoping that he'd give you answer or a clue. He didn't say anything. "Please tell me, who took you from me and mom?" You asked him again, but again. Nothing. Before you could ask him again. You woke up.

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[kimhargreeves]

The Night Shift -Mike Schmidt x Reader (FNAF live action)

Summary: You and Mike have never gotten on the right foot, always bickering and never standing each other's presence. The day comes when both of you are interviewed for the same job and are forced to work together to see who will win the job as a security guard at a deadly pizzeria.

(A/N: The Fnaf movie is almost here! Anyone else ready to watch it this weekend?! Here's the Mike Schmidt x Reader I promised a while back. Hope it's okay but female reader is mentioned to be a bit of a goth/alternative type of girl. Also, things may change in the next part since I am writing this a few days before the movies release date. Let me know how I did and if you want part 2 once we've seen the movie)

I'd also like to tag these kind people who asked me to tag them once this was up, @riaqiax @ahsfan23 @lufvg

"Please come again and have a fantastic day!" I beam and smile as I watch the client I had attended begin to leave the store I was working at.

As soon as they are out of my sight I sigh deeply and frown looking at the direction they left. "I don't get paid enough for this crap." I tell no one.

The client has begun to ask many questions, wether the store finally had the item they had been asking for, or if the movies on the dvd sections were any good, if I had any recommendations for any.

After about half an hour of trying to convince the person to take something from the store, they had decided to leave with a few snacks and movies.

The store I have been working at happens to be a combination of many things, dvd rentals, clothes, snacks and a few figures for sale. At least it paid a bit better than the last job I had, it was a nice job with nice alternative music but the pay wasn't that good.

"(Y/N), you're on your break. Make sure to come back in 15." My coworker passed me when they returned from the restroom.

I nodded my head and left the store beginning to walk further into the mall where I have been working for a few months and began walking to the food area hoping to fill my stomach with some cheap food.

It was a calm Friday with only a few people or families circling around the building. Many kids running over to small area, an ice cream shop called 'Ice Cream Parties'.

I ordered my usual choice of food. Three sandwiches, fries and a taco. I reached my hand into the bag and began to eat minding my own business when I sat down by an empty area and I stopped chewing when I saw two men running past me.

Two security guards running fast and avoiding running into people. Immediately this caught my attention, so I began to follow the guards and quickened my pace when I heard a girl yelling for her dad.

I stayed behind from a crowd that formed near the mall's water fountain and I saw a figure, no, two in fact inside the water fountain, but one was beating the other and the worst thing was that it was one of the security guards.

"Daddy!"

People took out their flip phones and began to take a few pictures of what was happening, it quickly ended when the two men who had run past me earlier stepped into the water and pulled the poor man beneath the security guard away.

One of them began to deal with the man with a small girl running over to her beaten dad, and the other one roughly began to question the young man's actions and took him away inside an office room.

"Fuck." I muttered when I saw the man was dragged away.

I rolled my eyes and went back to my working place and spotted my coworker, "Hey, you think you can cover for me this time? Something very important and tragic happened."

My coworker nodded his head and as soon as he agreed I started running back outside the store and into the security room.

"Do you know how many paperworks we gotta do and how our establishments reputation will only decrease any more because of what you did?!" I heard the deep voice of a man question the young security guard.

"How many times are you going to give me a hard time, Mr Schmidt?"

"The man deserved it." He answered his boss.

His boss remained quiet probably just staring and him and not knowing exactly what to do. "So that's what you think? You're fired."

The man sighed but said nothing. "I'll have you sign a few paperwork before you leave and an investigation will be taken place right now. So this'll take some time to be resolved."

His boss has walked past me but said nothing assuming I was the guards family. I rolled to eyed and leaned my head forward and tilted it when I saw Mike crossing his arms.

"You're anger issues has only gotten worse." I say uninterested and notice Mike roll his eyes when he saw me.

"The fuck is you're problem?" He looked at me again and scoffed when he noticed my appearance.

Freshly dyed black hair and now with a single piercing over my eyebrow.

"You look like shit."

"I was about to say the same thing." I tell him not bothered by his words.

"Why are you so weird?" He scoffed again and looked away from me.

I poured pretending I was hurt. "Daddy issues. What can I say?" I chuckled darkly "You have anger issues, my guy. I have daddy issues. Tell me what's worse."

Mike remained silent when I mentioned him that. I looked around the onto sound coming from the clock on the wall.

"Why did you do it?" I ask him wanting to know his reason on attacking a man in front of his young daughter.

"And why should I tell you?" He remarked. "I don't owe you any favors because you got me this job weeks ago."

"I only did it for her and you know it." I defended myself and crossed my arms over my chest as well.

"Well I don't need anyone's help and that being less from you. I can take care of my own problem."

Mine has been struggling for a while now. Barely having enough money for himself, rent or raising his sister since she had no one left to look after her. The guy has his issues but it doesn't mean he had to be like this, he doesn't have a lot of money and the first thing he does is try to get himself fired… well he is definitely fired now.

Another thing I'd like to mention. Is that Mike and I have never gotten along, we've known each other for almost our entire lives and know what has happened to each other, but we've refused to get along. Not once had he been nice to me and never have I been nice to him.

We've both been through a lot of mess, similar to one another's, and instead of making us grow closer we simply grew further apart.

"Michael." I warn.

"(Y/N)." Michael says back now each of us looking at one another.

I try to remain calm and not start up another argument which always happens when we're together in a room.

Mike is the first to break eye contact and he sighs when he checks the clock again. It's nearly 2pm.

He mutters a few cursed words and looks down at lap. "Can you do me a favor and pick up Abbey from school?"

I lift an eyebrow looking at him. "Please? I know you don't own a car, so you can take mine."

Mike digs for his car keys inside from his pocket and holds them up for me. I smirk as I take them from him.

"Why trust me with your car? I can easily steal it from you and escape town."

"Because deep beneath all the bitchiness, black clothes and awful piercing. I know your a bit less tolerable when it comes to kids." Mike said glancing back at me and looking a bit too relaxed in this situation

I stared at the worn out paper sign in my hands. A second job wouldn't hurt…"Wanted security guard for night shift. Quickly I scribbled the number on my palm and crumbled the paper over and left it on the backseat.

I stepped out of car when I had parked it and recognized Mike's little sister. "(Y/N)?" She asked not expecting me at all.

Many months ago I had looked after her, now I only see her every once in a while, whenever she'd leave school early, Mike would have her stay at the mall until his shift would be over.

I came to see Abbey as a little sister as well especially since we saw each other growing up and Mike would take odd jobs at night leaving me to look after Abbey while she was still rather young.

"I'll be your escort for this ride. Hope that's fine with you, and hopefully you're teacher doesn't think I'm here to kidnap you." I tell her when I see her teacher looking at me weird.

Abbey waved her hand at the teacher making then sure she knew me.

"I'm late to my shift, so, let's hurry up shall we?" Abbey nods her head and got into the backseat when I got into the car again and turned it back on and starting driving back to the mall.

"It's been a while since we last saw each other. Thought you wouldn't remember me." I joked at the young girl while I glanced back and saw her looking outside the scenery as I drove by the familiar streets

"Of course I still remember you. My brother mentions you often." Abbey said getting my attention from her.

Didn't expect Mike to talk about me to his younger sister, Abbey.

"Oh? What does he say about me?"

"Says you're a bitch, weird and complains about his job or yours." I frowned and remained quiet. Of course why was I expecting nice from him.

"Those are his words, not mine. I actually enjoy spending time with you." Abbey said.

My expression softened when I heard Abbey says she enjoys my company. I smiled to myself and agreed with her, "I also enjoy spending time with you, Abbey."

Abbey hummed still looking outside the windows. "My brother got fired, didn't he?"

"…Yes, he did…"

Mike and I only exchanged a few words when I arrived back. He was fired, of course he was or he'd be in prison for what he did. He was probably going to celebrate later that he would no longer have to see my face at work. The guy has his problems but always finds time to argue of talk about me.

I feel for Abbey especially since she has no other female figure to talk about and have to stand and listen to her brother being annoying most of the time.

"Hey! You lose your brain there for a second?" Mike questioned which earned him a shove from his sister.

"(Y/N) thank you for picking me up from school and taking care of my dumb brother." Abbey said being the only polite and rational one out of the pair.

I smiled and patted her short hair. "Anytime Abbey. Maybe we can have a small girls night sometime." I suggest which made her smile a bit.

"You'll only end up corrupting her." Mike said playing with the car keys in his hands.

"Mike." Abbey said making him look down at her with his brown eyes.

He rolled his eyes and shrugged a bit. "Thanks for looking after my sister…well see you never." He said taking his sister's hand and beginning to leave.

How rude. If he weren't cute I definitely would've thrown him again into the water fountain..wait..what am I even saying?! Forget this, I've lost about half an hour of work time because of doing the guy a favor.

I huff to myself watching Mike and Abbey leave the mall for good. I turn around and headed to my work but the moment I arrived, I spotted Tom coworker and my boss looking at me with a face that said it all.

"You're fired."

"Let's hear a round of applause for the birthday girl!"

The lights changed and was now shining across the stage with cheery music playing as background while kids cheered when the pizzerias mascots made an appearance.

The pizzerias staff began to clap along when they began to sing 'happy birthday ' to me. My entire class was invited to my party.

My uncle was the one who invited them over since he knew I didn't have that too many friends, and he wanted me to get in with the right crowd. He knew that I was in a group of kids who would often bully others, I did it so I wouldn't be alone or be the one getting bullied.

I definitely chose the wrong crowd back then, all because I didn't want to be lonely…

My aunt and uncle raised me as their own since I could remember. They treated me like their own kid since they could never have any. They liked to throw these types of parties and invite everyone they knew.

Both of them were always fond and always liked to help financially to one of my classmates, that one being Mike Schmidt. He was kinda of a shy kid, and wasn't that fond at making an appearance at a birthday party without a present to give.

My uncle and aunt didn't mind that he didn't have the money, they still convinced the small kid to come and have a good time. Mike didn't want to leave his very little sister behind so my aunt would be carrying her everywhere.

I watched with glee as my favorite animatronic made his way towards me. I got up on my seat and smiled wide as I watched Bonnie come in with a colorful and big cake in his hands. One of the staff from the place approached and grabbed the cake placing in front of me, the cake seemed delicious with it's different colored candles.

I hugged onto my stuffed Bonnie plush as I wrapped one arm around the animatronic and felt one of its large paws patting my head.

I stared at the worn down building ahead of me as my hands were kept on my bike. 'Freddy's Pizzeria' read a sign just outside. The guy in charge must be inside or late to our meeting, as soon as they fired me from my job at the mall was when I decided to call this place up.

I'm a night owl after all so this'll be a piece of cake. All I gotta see is how much is the paycheck and I'll make sure to be the best security guard.

Maybe I'll be the only one around and have a nice time inside, remember those fond memories of the times I would come to this place and love following around the animatronics.

I knocked on the door a couple of more times waiting until someone would show up. The door slowly opened and I came face to face with an older looking man with large glasses.

"You're (Y/N) (L/N), correct?"

"Yes, sir. It's nice to finally meet you in person." I smiled trying to be as nice as I can.

"Pleasure is all mine…Please come inside." He said when he spotted the weather was beginning to change.

It was getting a bit chilly and the clouds were turning grey, about to rain a bit probably later. "You got here rather early."

"Yeah. The most important thing about a job is getting early." I chuckle beginning to follow the man not that far behind, but still remaining close to the entrance. "I do live a bit far from here but it's no trouble."

The man stopped and turned to face me. "You own a car?" He questioned and I knew I would be screwed if I said No.

"W-Well I don't..but I'm willing to come out here at any hour."

As soon as he was about to say something else, another knock was heard from the other side of the door. The man gave me a quick look and walked past me to open the door once again, I was surprised when I saw I wasn't the only one here.

Mike Schmidt had also applied for the job…

"No fucking way." Both Mike and I said looking at each other and wanting to strangle each other.

[amentomensmut]

dressing mike's wounds

mike schmidt x reader (angst, fluff, a tiny bit suggestive at the end)

note: just a little thing i wrote while i work on a request that's taking me a while to write. this is just some angsty fluff for u all :) p.s. sorta spoilers for the movie if you haven't seen it yet! p.s.s the conflict may be a little confusing if u haven't seen the fnaf movie!!

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“Mike, sit still.” You say, your tone is harsh as you apply disinfectant to the cuts on Mike's hands. This afternoon you were folding some laundry in the living room when you heard the door unlock. You were confused, knowing it was too early for Mike to be coming home from his security job at the mall. You turn around from your place on the couch to see Mike entering the house, his hands wrapped in bandages. You picked Mike’s brain for what felt like hours, trying to get any information on what had happened. Eventually, Mike told you. That while he was on his break, he thought a little boy was being kidnapped by a man, so he ended up chasing the man down and pummeling him until he was left unresponsive. That man ended up being that little boys father, and what Mike did had resulted in him getting fired. You were pissed.

“Are you mad at me?” Mike inquired. He sat on the toilet seat as you stood between his legs, cleaning off the blood on his hands. Mike looked up at you, trying to meet your eyes but you wouldn’t let him. Of course you were mad. Not because Mike lost his job, but because he could’ve gotten hurt. Well, more hurt than he already was. You were mad because he wasn’t thinking, and that resulted in not only Mike getting injured, but an innocent man being sent to the hospital with a concussion, two black eyes, and a broken nose.

“What do you think, Mike?” You say with a small sigh, finally looking up at the man. His eyes bore into yours and you look away from him again. “I mean, what were you thinking?” You say as you throw the bloody bandages that were wrapped around his hands into the trash beside the sink. You drench a cotton pad in alcohol and wipe it across Mike’s knuckles. He sucks in a breath through his teeth at the stinging sensation. 

“I-I don’t know.” Mike says, quietly. “I guess, I just, I saw my brother in that kid for a second and I couldn’t watch Garret get taken away from me again. I couldn’t let him down again.” You look back up at Mike and his eyes are facing the floor. You put the cotton pad on the counter and take his face in your hands, holding his jaw and forcing him to look up at you. You know what happened to his little brother Garret has been a source of guilt for Mike almost everyday since it happened. You want Mike to know that it wasn’t his fault, that he was just a kid too.

Once Mike is looking up at you, you take one of his injured hands in yours and you press a few kisses across his knuckles, making sure to keep them feather light so as not to hurt him. Then, you turn his hand over and press a kiss into his palm. You do the same thing to his other hand and Mike looks at you like you’re an angel on earth. 

“I’m sorry.” He says quietly and you shake your head.

“I know.” You reply. He slowly grabs your hands, placing them back on his jaw and he holds you there. He closes his eyes and presses a kiss to the insides of your wrists. 

“I’ll find a new job.” He says, and you crack a small smile. Of course that’s that Mike is worried about right now.

“I’m not worried about that Mike, I’m worried about you. Well, and that guy you beat up. But mostly you.” You say with a soft laugh, and Mike joins in, smiling up at you. He continues to hold your hands to his face, rubbing his thumbs along the backs of your hands. There’s a pregnant pause, a beat of comfortable silence where you both hold each other, feeling comforted in the presence of one another. 

“Are you still mad?” Mike asks and you lean down to kiss his forehead and he grabs your hips.

“Yes.” You whisper against his temple. He pinches your side in retaliation, making you jump. 

“You’re lucky you’re hurt right now or else you’d be getting serious payback for that.” You say, shaking your head with a big smile that you can’t help. You leave your spot between Mike’s legs to start cleaning the bathroom counter, throwing away the used cotton pads and putting the tops on the alcohol and antibiotic cream. 

You hear Mike get up and he makes his way behind you, once again putting his hands on your hips. You shiver as you feel this scruff of his beard against your neck and his lips near your ear. 

“Can I make it up to you?” He asks. You know you should say no, but he starts peppering sweet kisses into the side of your neck. You feel your willpower slipping away slowly after every kiss that Mike presses into your skin, and you give in. You let Mike take you to bed, expressing his apologies in more ways than one. How can you stay mad at him?

[axyer]

"(FUCK YOU YOU AQUAMARINE ANGRY LITTLE SHIT!)"

Atop the tall podium, rinsed in an iridescent, golden hue, a celestial rim washing down each corner; trimmed by a dusty silver, shivering with a pearly shine.

"[WHAT DID I DO, HUH? EXACTLY WHAT? DID I STAND WRONG? DID MY EYESIGHT MAKE YOU JEALOUS? AM I OFFENDING YOU WITH MY ABILITY TO SHUT UP?]"

The audience, cornered in the nooks of their seats, twitched and bowed at the rancorous uproar.

"(WELL IIIIIII'M SORRY, I HAD TO CARRY US ALLLLLL THE WAY HERE, YOU GODDAMN CUCK!)"

"Guys…" A well-heighted man, head the shape and hue of a noble planet. "You both won, you don't have to–"

"[WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'CARRY', YOU TURKEY-BRAINED BODY ODOUR-FRAGRANTED PURPLE MASS OF DEPRESSED RODENTS?]" Mind tightly roared from the crease of his lips, whipping his brand new sun trophy onto the podium; a hard, metallic clatter snapping into the flooring. "[IF IT WEREN'T FOR ME, WE WOULDN'T EVEN HAVE INFORMATION OUT THERE ABOUT OUR RIGHTS TO THIS SEAT!]"

"(ARE YOU KIDDING? EVERY CHONNY JASH FAN LOVES ME! I'VE GOT FUCKING APOLOGISTS! YOU'VE GOT PEOPLE WHO FRAME YOU AS THE NARRATIVE'S VILLAIN 'COS YOU SUCK THAT BAD!)"

"[YEAH, AND WHO WAS THE ONE WHO SET UP YOUR KEYBOARDS? AND TRANSLATED SHEET MUSIC INTO SOMETHING YOUR SORRY ASS COULD UNDERSTAND? AND–]"

"(SHUT–)"

"[AND FIGURED OUT HOW TO SET UP YOUR STUPID FUCKING AIR-CONDITIONER, BECAUSE–]"

"(I PAY FOR YOUR PAINKILLER PRESCRIPTION!)"

"['(OHHHHH, I CAN'T FOCUS IN THE HEAT! BUT I WEAR BAGGY HOODIES AND TWO-LAYERED PYJAMAS AND)–']"

"(AT LEAST I DON'T EAT MY GOLDFISHES!)"

"[AT LEAST I DON'T PLAY FNAF SONGS ON THE PIANO AT FOUR IN THE GODDAMN MORNING!]"

"(I WROTE THE BEST SONGS FOR OUR ALBUM! WITHOUT ME, OUR STORY OF HOW WE SUFFERED (MOSTLY BECAUSE OF YOU) WOULD'VE NEVER BEEN KNOWN!)"

"[NAME ONE PERSON WHO USES GOOD DAY AS AUDIO!]"

Words torn from mouth and crashing into each timorous ear surrounding the two, pronounced in a very ired, Australian tongue.

Arms furiously stretched and swung and feet stamped to enunciate visible outrage.

"Yeesh, Moon… I always thought our relationship was bad, but it seems like sun and moons across the universe can get so much worse…" Sun shivered, a quick tug on his coarse yet metallic collar, punctuated by a swift glance to his lunar counterpart. "Over where we're from, we have to deal with living in a giant animatronic mall and occasionally the works of cross-dimensional madness. But over there, it seems to me they really need to learn a lesson about getting along!"

"I could take them in a fight with a small dresser tied to my dominant hand." Moon stared, unblinking, body as stiff as a long rock.

The other contestants watched as the words were rocked and tossed in a staggering hatred.

At one point, Heart's wings had enlarged to mimic that of a threatened bird inflating its stance to appear larger; Mind's chest hummed with the overwork of his fans.

Suns and moons from all sorts of solar systems stationed across the multiverse watched in horror.

Two of them were those guys from Nimona, but I don't know dick about shit about Nimona so you gotta use your imagination for that one.

"Right right, you two have your trophy, just…" The celestial staff member disarmingly motioned their hands, gazing down at the two halves. "What are you going to do with your prize money?"

"(Oh, I'm probably gonna use it on an invasive wildflower and a seven hundred AUD life-sized Lopunny plush.)"

"[To pay off my severe prescription zolmitriptan debt that I'm four months behind on because I spent half my yearly salary on a car that I ended up crashing because of a migraine.]"

Happy tiny niche fandom winning against FNaF and Nimona for all who celebrate

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[nostalgiclittlespace]

Spotify Suggestions for Little Space!

Some of my personal favorite songs (and their artists) from my agere playlist! Anything with dashes (/) means there are numerous versions I listen to. Almost everything is clean, but I did mark the ones that are explicit (if I missed any pls let me know!)

Fell free to add your join suggestions in the comments! Hope this helps someone!

Little Space (of course)—SXYE

Million Dreams, Lullaby—Music Box Lullabies

Pure Imagination—Dream Easy Collection

Dearly Beloved—Video Game Music Box

Treehouse—Alex G, Emily Yacina

safe place—Tony22

Boys will be Bugs—Cavetown (TW: Explicit)

Coconut Mall, Mario Kart Wii—Arcade Player

Hikari—Video Game Music Box

Build a Bear—Maggie Brewer

FNAF Security Breach: Daycare theme—Dario D’Aversa/Saccharinne

This is Me—The Greatest Showman

Bubblegum K.K—Qumu/Jayn

First Date—Frad

The Strawberry Cafe—IllustratorJake

UWU—Chevy

Zelda’s Lullaby—Amy Turk

Strawberry Milk—Fluffy Fluff

Flying Strawberry Cow—FroggyChair

It’s a Small World, Lullaby—Hamasaki vs Hamasaki

Face My Fears—Ralpi Composer

Winnie the Pooh—Melody the Music Box

K.K Love Song—Kazumi Totaka

Shadow Bonnie Music box—b1n4ry

Jump Up, Super Star! (Music box version)—Boxyboard

I See the Light, music box version—James Strange

Stars in the Sky—Kid Cudi

Welcome to Wonderland—Anson Seabra

King—Lauren Aqulina

I’m Cute—Animaniacs

Rainbow Connection—Weezer,Haley Williams

Mii Channel—G4M1NG

Fur Elise, Reimagined—Alexander Joseph

Animal Crossing New Horizons Theme—Lullaby Legends

Twinkle, twinkle little star— Sabelia Robles

Wrap Me In Plastic—CHROMANCE, Marcus Layton

Lovely Date—NomnomNami

Gay Fairytale Music Box—Saccharinne

Brahms Lullaby—Lullaby Time/Elliot Gordon

A Thousand Years—Christina Perri/Jade Facer

Try Everything—Shakira

I’m Still Here—John Rzeznik

Nobody—Faith Marie

Flying Stars—Celestaby

putting a spin on big girls don’t cry—egg

putting a spin on love you so—egg

The Court Jester—thquib, FUKASE

Reach for the Stars—Sega Sound Team

Get you to the Moon—Kina, Snow

More than Anything—Hazbin Hotel

Peter Pan Was Right—Anson Seabra

Keep your Head Up Princess—Anson Seabra

The NeverEnding Story—The Birthday Massacre

Any Disney soundtrack (Disney Princesses, Disney Channel themes, Pixie Hollow Fairies, etc)

Music box versions of Disney soundtracks—Melody the Music Box

Sugar Crash!—ElyOtto (TW; Explicit)

Cry Baby (Album)—Melanie Martinez (TW: Explicit)

K-12 (Album)—Melanie Martinez (TW: Explicit)

[charlie-artlie]

MURDERBOT x FNAF crossover

Yes i am so serious.

OKAY very quick synopsis: for those who don’t know security units (SecUnits) in the Murderbot universe are half cloned human and half bot constructs that are rented out to clients as security guards. In this au, Security Puppet (or SecPup, if that isn’t too stupid?) is a SecUnit variant built by Henry to protect his daughter when kids mysteriously start going missing at the entertainment hub he runs with his business partner William (im thinking like a regular freddys but in a space mall kinda thing?) This is just a prototype, a new type of SecUnit that is specifically designed to watch over children. As Henry describes it: a SecPup will be a unique, fully customizable personal unit to any family, and because they are a construct with organic components they will be able to personally bond with your child. They are each specially crafted with the highest paternal instincts, strong enough to lift a vehicle and gentle enough to apply a bandaid to a scraped knee. Your unit will stop at nothing to protect its charge, because it will love them.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

🐻🐥FNAF🐰🦊 AU: Scene One

(Warning: Alludes to this au's Purple Guy/Afton attacking Reader and taking over animatronics in the past, traumatic thoughts, crying, and Reader dealing with trauma and overcoming their fears...)

• It was hard, to be back where it all started... Where it all ended...

• Marvel's MegaMall, or also called Pizzaplex... A name that while bringing so much joy to others, only sent chills down your spine. Being back in the building, just as large and grandiose as you remember, with new upgrades and attractions from when you last were here, it brings back a small twinge of nostalgia...

• You had a past with this place, from ten years ago... (clawsfireitburnsgetoffpainredHIM)... It was safe to say you had memories long buried, and that were better left to fade to dust. You'd only been back for about a month or two, having moved back into town, and since Marvel's owed you a few favors... You asked for a job. Crazy, yes... But... You had your reasons, and they couldn't exactly say no...

• The place didn't need as many human staff members, but you were able to become one of the (un)lucky few who worked for the large family-fun centered company. You were able to work mostly in the Marvelous Diner, a breakfast-and-brunch themed restaurant inside the vast mall. You had a few other jobs, such as fixing up the gift shops, making sure the central main entrance fountain worked properly, and keeping an eye out for any odd behavioured individuals. You could never be too careful about that, after all...

• And... well, you had made a friend... Her name was Laura, and she seemed rather... lonely. So you kept her company. Asked her if she wanted free food (you paid for it), buying extra tokens or passes so she could have fun, giving her small tips on how to win various games... (You noticed her clothes were worn in some places, and that she was just as jumpy as you when surprised... You felt like you could see a part of yourself in her, the part of you you tried so hard to hide)

• And she seemed to like you, too. If her sticking around awhile after eating, telling you a little bit about her day, and how well she did on various games was an indicator. She had grown on you, to be honest. Hopefully, she'd be okay... It had been years since "The Incident", but a part of you was still scared. That it wasn't over. That HE would be back. That the beings you called friends would turn on you, fingers crushinggraspingscraping- ... You had to keep an eye out, to say the least...

• You were pretty good at the jobs you did. Cooking up pancakes and eggs, making milkshakes, frying hashbrowns, making buttered grits and sweet oatmeal... rearranging plushies, dusting shelves, organizing pamphlets, setting up dress-up stations... untangling wires, screwing in light bulbs, reinstalling doorknobs... You were busy, yes, but it beat being alone with your thoughts all the time. Plus you got to see kids light up with joy and people enjoy the fruits of your labors. It was a nice feeling.

• You supposed that when you were asked to look through a few old rooms, to sort through "relics of the past", that maybe you shouldn't have asked Laura to come along. But you had said you would spend some time with her, and while looking through dusty toys and pictures and pamphlets might not be the most fun thing in the world, hopefully it would still count for something. Of course you should have known you would find a few things best left forgotten...

• It started when you uncovered a wall full of drawings. Sifting through the marker and crayon sketches and doodles, you made a guessing game up for her to figure out which scribble was which animatronic... Mistake number one, right there. Because after a few minutes, she had asked for you to look at one of the ones she found... only for you to find a drawing yellowing around the edges, with different animatronics drawn carefully on, with a little child with them... And written on the bottom of the page, a name... Your name...

• "Reader... Is this you?" It was a simple question. Easy to answer. Yet all you could manage was a small nod. "I didn't know you were here when you were a kid... Was it any different than it is now?"

• "It... it was pretty fun. Heh. I, uh- I was here, a lot. My parent had to work late, and they heard this was a good place for kids so... Yeah." It felt odd, talking about the good things you remembered... It was nice to know there was good to remember...

• "Were they your friends?" It's asked in a curious tone, with curious eyes. But you still can't help but take a moment to answer. To push down your fear.

• "Um... Yeah. We... we were. But, that was a long time ago. And some things are best left in the past," you reply, and you change the subject. You find a few old plushies, and ask Laura if she wants to keep them, only to be met with excited eyes. You're glad she can enjoy this stuff...

• Your second problem comes when she tells you she made a new friend. Well, a few. You smile and ask her if they're good to her, and she nods eagerly. Then she runs off, and you're back on your own, fixing up pancakes and frying bacon... A few minutes later, you heard loud thumping noises, followed by Laura's voice loudly saying, "They're over here!" And then, a few faces you never wanted to see again pop into the area, and you feel a shiver go down your spine. Oh no... NonoNonono...

• She tugs one of them by the hand, so much larger than her's or yours, and then your face to face (more like face to waist) with someone you used to call friend...

• "Reader, this is my new friend, Wolverine! Oh, and that's his friends Gambit and Storm! Guys, this is my friend, Reader!" You gulp, looking up at the animatronics that tower over you... You're able to offer a small wave, then back a step up. "Reader, don't be shy. I told them about the picture we found." You can't help but let out an awkward laugh.

• "Um, Laura... They've met plenty of kids, and plenty of people over the years... There's not any way of knowing if I even met them back then. It's likely just a small coincidence," you chuckle, and sidle another step back. You're having to stamp down the memories of sharpcrushingredredredironpiercingstabbingpain- ... With a small excuse, you rush back into the kitchen, your heart pounding and your eyes slightly watering. You can hear a few voices outside, until they fade away, followed by loud thumping...

• Later on in the day, when you've calmed down enough that you're only mildly shaking, you meet up with Laura again... You apologized for getting so scared, and ask her if you can tell her something... When she gives you a nod, you gently tell her that when you were little, yes, you did know them, but something bad happened to you, really bad, that involved a very bad man who hurt you, and hurt the animatronics, too... You give her a a gentle hug, and ask if she can remember to be careful when around them, at least for your sake... She nods once more... And gives you a firmer hug...

• Things seemingly go back to normal... except now you have a few more encounters with the animatronics, who act surprised to see you.. But you're pretty sure these small run-ins are more than just coincidence... Especially when they start actively seeking you out to talk, asking you if you'd like to spend some time with them, or have a small competition... Which they keep pushing each time... Until finally, you have to take a break, and go to the bathroom... You're trembling all over, tears filling your eyes, and you can't help but let out a stifled sob. You're terrified, okay? You just- it's hard. Every night, you have dreams, over and over again, of what happened. Or course you miss calling them friends, but- But dear heavens, you're f*cking traumatized from what happened that night. The scars are still there, not all of them mental... You can see smudges of where the powder has rubbed off, revealing scarred skin around your neck... It only sends you into deeper despair...

• And then you hear a knock, a loud knock, and immediately try to silence your breathing. "Are you... are you okay, kid? It's uh, it's just me... I'm one of Laura's friends..." It trails... When you don't answer, you hear then speak up again. "Look, I know you're scared... Laura said... something happened... and we wanted to make sure you were okay. Can you come out? Or do I need to come in?"

• You really don't want anyone to see you like this, but you'd rather not be in the bathroom and have one of them come in, so with reluctance, and a quick wipe of your tear-stained face, you exit... And are met with Wolverine towering over you. The moment he sees your face, he seems to soften a bit. In a careful motion, large arms are wrapped around you, pulling you into a warm embrace...

• "I think that we need to talk... Do you feel like talking, kid?" he asks, and you give a tiny nod of your head. "Okay... I... we... used to have a friend, a few years ago... They were our little buddy, and they were always playing with us... But... something really bad happened one night... Something... something hurt them... And I tried to protect them... They left, and we never heard about them again... But... Laura said that they might be you. Is it really you, kid?" He looks at you, calm and caring, and you feel small. You don't want to answer... But he'd know if you lied...

• "... yes... hi, Logan..." you whisper, and look down at your feet. You don't want to see his reaction, you don't want to see any anger or hate or-

• "Oh kid... I missed you..." The arms around you squeeze you, and you're lifted a little off the ground as you're hugged even tighter. "Where have you been? I... I thought you were dead..." You're still being held like you might disappear when you see another animatronic show up, and you feel somehow more tiny when you see it's Sabretooth... And right next to him...

• "Um... hey, Laura... can you... please ask him to put me down?" The girl sends a small smile up at you, and then she gestures to the behemoth of an animatronic next to her, who leans down so she can whisper to him... And then he goes still, and looks back at you with sharp, piercing eyes.

• "Kitten? That you?" You can only give a small, shaky nod, before you're being hugged by another large animatronic. "Where has my little cub been?! We thought you were..." He trails off, and you wonder just how many of them thought you had died after that night...

• "Well, looks like we have some catching up to do, heh, pup?" Logan says, and finally, finally you're set down next to Laura, who gives you a sly, pleased grin...

• "...You set this up, didn't you?" A giggle is your only answer... "Wait... how many of them did you tell about me?"

• "..."

• "Laura..."

• "I told all of them..."

• "Ah, nuts..." It seems you're going to be dealing with your trauma, and a lot more animatronics than you wanted to... At least you have Laura... Wait... She's friends with all of them?! Oh dear... That's going to be a lot more cuddles, isn't there?

(If The Incident happened ten years ago, at most, Reader was age 5, 6, or 7...meaning they are somewhere between ages 15-17...)

(The animatronics come in different sizes... So, let's look at it this way: the taller ones would be around 8 to 9 feet tall, right? So the shorter ones are about 6 to 7 feet tall... Laura is about 4-5 feet tall, and Reader is a few inches taller than her...)

(Yes, imagine Wolverine and Sabretooth holding Reader up like a kitten/puppy. And yes, Reader kinda looks like a kitten/puppy compared to them...)

(And here is the deal: The Marvelous Mechanations live partially in their own world, due to having programmed backstories and memories, but they see themselves as mutants (and if you add in other superheroes/villains, powered individuals), and have programming to not hurt children. Some special members (such as Reader and Laura) are logged into Marvel's system as "mutants", due to getting along so well with the animatronics, and due to the staff who remember Reader from their baby years hoping it adds an extra layer of security (plus incorporating Reader into one of the few human staff members who become a part of the attractions/shows... Now they just have to actually tell Reader about it, and get them on board with it...)

(Enjoy this au, and ask any questions you have about it or the other aus, or just the characters, if y'all want to! Have a merry day!😊💛🧡)

[themusicmansstuff]

Hive headcanons that i have but make little sense

When they escaped being frozen they were all sick for weeks

Billy numerous has full on conversations with his clones when he’s alone

Everybody has walked in on them at least once

The hive have 2 photographs of the team framed somewhere in the base like lil family photos

One is with jinx and the other is without

Gizmo is like 10 years old

either seemore or mammoth cook, if not then they all get takeout

Kyd brought home a cat once while it was raining and now it roams outside of the base

Everytime it rains its brought inside

Seemore became the new leader after jinx left

Speaking of jinx and the titans and such i think they would lay low for a while but still do some light thievery

Seemore, mammoth and kyd prefer to go to the mall for their stealing while billy and gizmo go to video game stores

Gizmo is some sort of meta human

He is also Russian

I based this one off a fanfiction but billy watches crime documentarys

They all enjoy watching fnaf playthroughs

Mammoths favorite movie is ice age

They all have gotten much closer after jinx left for fear of others leaving

They have movie nights every friday and 7/10 its either an ice age movie or a tmnt movie

They are all also mega monkey fans and i hc that there is a movie being made about it in universe that they all plan to see in the theater

They plan to sneak into the theater

Seemore stole a record player because he thought it looked cool but kyd and billy are the ones who actually use it

The hive had to move bases due to jinx knowing where the old one was so billy sadly had to leave his cars behind

They all tried living in an apartment once as “normal civilians” while they were laying low

During that time, seemore got a job as a fast food employee, kyd got a job as a cashier, mammoth got a job as a construction worker and billy dragged gizmo along to a mechanic job he got

Getting the jobs were very hard cuz of their criminal records that needed to be hidden but the jobs sucked, payed not enough for rent and the apartments in general were gross and cramped

They did manage to get that annoying guy next door evicted after he played music way to loud for the 50th time so they count that as a win

They ended up just scrounging around for abandoned placed after they left the apartments and lived in an abandoned hidden hotel in the city

By hidden i mean that one of the only entrances was in a thin alleyway and the others were barricaded

They went to a fair after they settled in the new place and ran into the titans including jinx and kid flash

They did that thing where they disappeared behind a passing truck and just booked it all the way home

They went back next week

They had horses at the fair and thats when kyd found out he was allergic to horses

Also gizmo brought home a rat and kept it in his room for a month before anybody found it

This is getting too long so ill cut it here but ill post some more hive hcs later

[i-give-u--art]

daily fan fic promt #3

what if FNAF

what is Garrett didn’t die when he was 4 instead after his parents die he helps Mike with Abby. Money is still tight? Let’s both get a job. Mike doesn’t beat up someone’s dad but gets laid off because the mall is going out of business. Garret is old enough to get a job (i think) so he tries to get one but he doesn’t. Then they get the job at the pizzeria. They meet Vanessa and then in the final fight Garrett tries to help Vanessa by hitting her dad in the head leadpipe when he tries to stab her. Needless to say it does not go well and Garret get brutally killed right in front of the ghost kids. Witch makes them remember that Afton killed them.

[abbythewritor]

"Janitor." Fnaf sb x Fem Reader. *Prologue*

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

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

Other things: Micheal and Phone Guy are in the story, and Bonnie and Foxie aren't dismantled, thanks to Gregory. Gregory is in High School along with his girlfriend, who saved him. Cassie works as a security guard at the pizza plex to keep Freddy and the others safe. There is a new Daycare attendant named Joker, who will be introduced later, and the attendants have better upgrades than their original selves.

Enjoy the prologue, everyone. :.

Master list. Next Chapter.

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"Y/n? Hello, nice to meet you, come on follow me to the back and I can show you around."

It was about early noon on a Monday, and this day you started your very new Job as a janitor.

Everything was happening all at once, you graduated Highschool, entered your first year at college, and now, you are already at your second Job, which was surprisingly easy to Nail.

The pizza plex mall has been through shit and opened recently under new management. And, of course, them struggling to find people to work for them, and the poor industry has been hard to be kept open for more extended periods.

But, you decided to work here, not because you were a massive fan of the Glamrocks, but because the pay here is excellent.

How can you pass the opportunity of getting paid almost 50 dollars an hour? That's just being a janitor; imagine what being a security guard or a mechanic pays?

Anyways, the guy you were following was probably your co-worker; he seemed to know everyone as you both headed to the cleaning area, himself having too much of a smile on his face.

Not that it bothered you, but you were nervous for some reason; you didn't expect this place to be so huge, as it felt like you were on a different planet. He could sense you were nervous as his hands grabbed a key card, swiping it into the holder as the door unlocked.

"Nervous?" He asked, facing you as his hand held the door open. Chuckling nervously, you scratched your neck. "Yeah, a little." "Well, don't be; it's ok to be nervous all the time at a new job; this place can be a little overwhelming, but once your first month flies by, it can feel a little better. Now some ground rules, put your stuff there first." Pointing to some sort of desk, you nodded before setting your bag down, putting your phone in a desk drawer, along with your car keys and personal information.

"The Janitor of the Pizza plex is one of the more critical jobs, which is why we get paid so much. Since there are multiple layers of dirt, grime, and germs from daycare, we must clean, and training employees for 90 or more days is very important. First things first, here is something that will come in handy." Giving you a folded-up piece of paper, you took it between your fingers before realizing it was a map, circles of red marking the main areas. "If you notice the numbers beside the circles, those are the areas in order we have to go by each day. First, the stage, since we are right by it, then we move over to Dj, then to Glamrock's central area, then their dressing rooms, then to the attractions, and then lastly, Daycare."

Your head tilted. "But why does Daycare last? Isn't that place supposed to be the dirtiest?" He smirked. "everyone asks that. We do it last because all the kids are there now, they'll just see us and try to play with us all the time, so it slows things down. Gotta keep those little rugrats down. Once all the main attractions are done, in between, we usually get the main area and hallways and other areas that need to be cleaned. I know it sounds a little overwhelming, but I promise once you get trained, it will be a breeze to remember because every room is the same routine over and over." Your head nodded. "Got it."

"Well, before I give you something, Hi, I'm Cyrus; I've been working here for at least....6 years now, I know, save the applause later." Snorting, your hand went into your mouth as he pointed. "See?! There's something I like to see; enough of the introductions here." He gave you some sort of Freddy-shaped watch that slipped from his hands to yours. Watching as your eyes sparkled with excitement, the male folded his arms. "This thing you drooling for is called a fazz watch; it will help with communication from farther places. It was upgraded thanks to my good friend, Greggory, so it can detect threats, your health, stress level, and even hunger level. Also, you can order from every restaurant here online, so you don't have to wait in those ungodly long lines. Now that I explained everything, you are, just for today and tomorrow, going to follow me and watch; I will let you try a couple of things to see if you were paying attention, but having the workers just shadow for the first few days is rather important, think you can handle it, newbie?"

Putting on the watch, you let out a nervous sigh before slightly smiling. "I-Uhm, yeah, I think I can handle it." He smiled while roughly patting your back. "Atta girl, come on, let's head to the stage Newbie."

Watching him walk passed, you took a final deep breath before looking back to your map, which slightly crumpled under your fingertips.

This Job is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and if Cybrus says you can get comfortable in just a month, then this job might not be so bad......

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Right?

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Name: Cyrus.

Age: 26

Height: 6;3

Placement; Janitor and Part-time Daycare attendant.

Relationship: Aquaintences/ Co-Worker.

Family: Unknown.

Other Information: Unknown.

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