Hi, Mad! Been a while, hasn't it? Anyway I recently rewatched the FNAF Musical Supercut, and I just now had an idea for a potential second short story regarding how Afton!Madpat parents his daughter Vanessa:
How many of Vanessa's excuses to try and get out of trouble does Afton!Mad recognize as his own excuses he's had to give to PR to avoid getting arrested or to keep his business from getting shut down?
Hi Vanny! Yeah, it has, I'm glad to hear from you! Oh, that's a good question, let's see!
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"Sir, there are no animatronics in the pizza plex," Vanny says confidently.
The officer looks long and hard at the security officer. "The pizza plex that was made for the animatronics in the first place has no animatronics in it?" he demands incredulously.
Vanny nods firmly. "They're out for scheduled maintenance. You'll find the paperwork in the provided material," she replies. She points at the thick stack of bound paper she'd smacked down on the table before the meeting began.
The officer growls. He yanks the papers closer, leafs through them, then growls and slams the book closed again. "Fine," he snarls. Then, he points his thick sausage finger in Vanny's face. "One of these days, Afton," he growls. "I'll catch you."
"Keep talking, Officer Tsun. The cameras aren't down today," Vanny snips back, standing up and squaring her shoulders. She breathes in deeply and adjusts her security hat. "Now, if you'll excuse me," she hisses. "I have a job to get back to. You can show yourself out," she informs him factually.
Turning on her heel, Vanny then walks out of the conference office doors. She snarls, screaming once and whipping around the moment the doors swing shut. Her fist goes through the drywall and Vanny feels marginally better.
"Princess," sing-songs a voice she can't see.
Vanny whips around again, looking for the source of the voice. She sprints him and, with a grin, gets a running start. Launching herself into his arms, Vanny hugs the man with a giggle.
"Daddy!" she cries excitedly.
Mad laughs back, hugging his daughter tightly. "Hi, Princess! You have your break yet? Let's get lunch."
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They go to the Pizza Bowl, where Bonnie is still under construction after the unfortunate accident that got him ripped to shreds.
"Princess, how many times are you going to use my excuses to save your ass?" Mad asks casually, dragging a pepperoni through his ranch dressing.
"What?" Vanny asks.
"There's no animatronics?" Mad parrots, finally looking up at Vanny. "How many times do you think I uses that line, hmm? With Circus Baby or Funtime Freddy?"
"Daddy," Vanny protests.
"Mm," Mad holds out a hand. "No," he says.
Vanny wisely says nothing. Her father is the mother terrifying man she knows. He and Henry Emily invented the animatronics, they know everything about them. Or her Dad did, at least. Mad spent years defending Vanny from crooked principals and the animatronics. Mad is the most terrifying man that Vanny knows. But still, she knows he would never hurt her.
"Princess, I promised I'd always look after you, didn't I?" Mad asks.
Vanny nods.
Mad hums. "Then we need to get you some better excuses. You've reused six of mine with that officer this week alone. Okay?"
Vanny sees brown eyes peak up at her and smiles. "Yes, sir," she replies with a smile.
Mad smiles back, looking back on his food. "Good. Now, finish your food, hmm? You've got a pizza plex to protect."
Vanny nods with a smile, going back to her plate.
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