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God damn he looks even better with colors omg. William Afton from pyotrkudyakov008 on tumblr dot com, may I take your hand in marriage?🥺

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Damn that is one sexy william design. I can't wait to see this finished.

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Why does designing fnaf shit have to be so hard😭😭

Literally, all I want to make is a solid william n michael design, but then my brain darts around to every aspect besides them. The main focus of my au isn't even the animatronics, yet my brain insists those should be made first for some reason.

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Michael and William's dynamic had a noticeable shift once William came back from Literal Hell™. He used to be the dominant one in the relationship, occasionally playing to submissive when he felt like it or rarely when Michael requested it, but now? Now is different. He isn't the same after half a decade of torture.

Michael doesn't notice at first. Neither of them really want to interact with each other to begin with, let alone start discussing their feelings. This changes when Mike comes home one day to find Will in the middle of a PTSD flashback. Later, Mike would learn the laughter of the neighbors kid caused it.

Eventually, after a long time of adjusting to, well, everything, they pick up their relationship where they left it off.

William forces himself to show some humility when he asks if Mike can play the dom tonight. Michael forgot how much he loves being in control like this. He honestly gets a bit sad that this is going to go back to normal by the time they get up to any bedroom activities again.

Except it doesn't.

They both settle into their new normal surprisingly quickly. William starts to look forward to sex for the first time since he arrived back. He doesn't have to pretend to be something he's not for once. He can happily be his son's bitch, and they can cuddle after cleaning up.

When Michael surprises him on his birthday, he can't be any happier. Michael got him a collar. It isn't subtle at all. In fact, it's quite noticeable. It's a bright pink with purple accents, styled like a collar you'd see on a dog. The tag reads, "Princess." William adores it. He rarely, if ever, takes it off. It's on him at all times. Michael loves it, too. He loves how cute his dad looks with it on, loves how eager the other is to proudly say who he belongs to.

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To be completely honest, I'm fnaf nightmare gas's biggest hater. I dislike it so so very much.

One thing I'll give it credit for, however, is that it lead to the creation of this willmike fanfic. This story scratches my brain in such a good way. I love it so much.

Fic is here. Mind the tags.

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William absolutely dreads Mothers Day. Every year since he's been with his son, Mothers Day has ended up being the same thing: him in nothing but an apron cooking at the stove. Michael stands behind him, guiding his movements because a silly thing like him couldn't possibly make dinner without supervision.

His son can't cook to save his life, but William allows himself to forget this while they roleplay. They end up sick every time because of this. That's the thing William dreads the most.

Michael, of course, grinds against his exposed ass while he cooks. He laughs when Will gets flustered and pulls him close to whisper everything he'll do to treat him tonight.

Eventually, a comfortable silence fills the air, the sound of everything cooking only being interrupted by the way William's collar clinks when he moves.

Will reaches to turn the stove off, Mike stopping him with a tisk.

"Cook it a bit longer."

"Michael, it's going to burn if I keep it cooking any longer."

Mike shushes him and puts a finger to Will's lips before wrapping his arms around his waist. He rests his head in the crook of his neck, having to crouch down a bit to be on his level.

"Don't make this difficult, darling."

William, of course, melts at this. His face flushes a bright red, and he resists the urge to cover his face with his hands and instead turns the stove back on.

They sit down to eat. William grimaces at the burnt potatoes and overcooked meat.

Michael doesn't say anything. Instead, he pretends like the meal is even better than the stuff his dad usually makes.

They, like they usually do on Mother's Day, don't end up fucking. Instead, they lie in bed, feeling sick. They both wake up the next morning, still not feeling the best. They spend the day cuddling lazily in bed.

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I literally can't listen to any song normally anymore. I keep twisting it into something willmike related.

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By the time their feelings are mutual, it's far too late. They're too cut off from anyone to try and get out of it.

Michael has no one to turn to. Henry's gone, his mom's gone, his siblings are dead, his friends left him, he quit his job, he's alone aside from William.

William is, likewise, alone. Michael didn't cut him off from any support system, unlike William did to him. He chooses to hide. The paranoia creeps into every crevice in his brain, suffocating every single thought of his until the only obvious solution to escape his crimes is to hide. No one can find out he killed those kids. No one can find out he's having a romantic relationship with his son. If he stays away from people, there's no risk of anyone suspecting anything.

They're rotting together and sinking deeper into depravity with every passing second.

Light pecks on the cheek turn into full-on, forceful make-out sessions. Michael completely dominates William's mouth, claims it as his own by forcing his tongue in past his teeth.

Cuddling on the couch turns into William begging Michael for release as he frantically humps at his son's leg like a bitch in heat.

Michael, of course, takes every opportunity of William being so openly submissive to remind him how pathetic he is. How he killed those kids, how he neglected him and his siblings, how he allowed him to bully-

They'd always stop when he'd come up.

Any sexual tension dissipates into thin air.

William acts like a good father, for once, and comforts Mike as he cries into his shoulder and mourns his family.

William probably notices that Michael acts weird around him, but he doesn't ever put two and two together until Mike confesses to him one night while they're watching TV. Mike can't just be normal about this shit so he also tacks on his theory about Will's experiments with bringing people back to life via robots.

Will is estatic that his son was smart enough to figure out about his work all on his own, but the love confession throws him off. Will realizes he doesn't want Mike turning on him when he has all that valuable knowledge, so in a split second decision, he decides that he'll play along with Mike's feelings instead of being a responsable adult and getting his son therapy.

He doesn't plan to end up falling for his son, but he does.

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Michael Afton was the type was the kind of guy to beg his parents to please not make him get braces, then because of this, he ends up getting them at like 18 years old.

I like to think that he gets scooped when hes in his 20s. He has to go to the dentist to get them tightened even after he's a rotting corpse.

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Here's my fake ass "pixel art" that is only rivaled by Scott's in terms of shittiness. Reference below the cut.

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hmm...is your springtrap able to walk/run on all fours or is he stuck in a bipedal state? also he looks so silly and skrunkly!! feral goober!

yep, to his surprise

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William and Michael in canon are just so very incest coded. The way they obsess over each other? The way they dedicate their lives to one another? Even the way they hate. The way that one's existence is so dependent on the other? How if one of them ceased to exist, the other would have no purpose?

I cannot stop thinking about them, I could go on for days

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There’s Michael again, sprawled against Springtrap as if the creature — ghost, machine, Father? — couldn’t crush his skull without so much as straining but it’s, he’s, docile with him. Mostly. Sometimes he’s little more than a feral animal, all growls and snarls but he’s never attacked Michael in a way he couldn’t recover from.

He’ll tame him, one day. For now, he cherishes the moments he’s lucid and staring down at him with familiar, dead eyes.

It’s not the same, it’ll never be the same, but it’s close enough.