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[alhoeverra]

Fizzarolli x fem!reader | BLACK LACE

Chapter one | spicy

With an irritable scream, you kick the beer can as hard as you could, until it flung at the side of the wall, crunching with a ting.

You fucking hated this place. It was degrading. Taking care of the animatronics, fixing games for kids, and tending bars at night for imps and demons- - it sucked !

You could be doing so much more than working here, for Mammon.

Like, you could go to Ozzie's, and work with Fizzarolli. The real fizz.

You were totally cut out for that place!

The Greed Ring was fun and all, (not) but the Lust Ring was where it's at! Stage dancing, having demons throwing money at you while you slipped up and down a pole, or even have Ozzie's favorite jester shoot flaming arrows at you while you hung upside down from silks!

That's where you wanted to be.

"Hey, w-OO-A-h, kid. Ta-a—take it easy."

You turn to see the robotic Fizz looking down at you from the top of the stage. His hands were on his hips, eyes glowing into the room at your temper tantrum. With a small huff, you snivel your nose and throw the rope in your hand to the ground in a thrash.

"I'm pissed! Nobody takes me seriously, here." You begin to pace back and forth inside the tent, hands scratching into your scalp at the madness. "Why don't they just give me that position already! I'm cut out for the job. I've applied three times to that place!"

"You ever think, they just don't want to hire you?"

You glare over your shoulder at him, teeth baring for exaggeration. Fizz twitched in glitches, spinning his head. "Just s-say-saying."

You plop onto the bleachers, cheeks in hands, and you stare up at him in a sulk. "I don't know why." Your voice lingers into the room. "I have the experience."

The jester snorts, stretching his way over to you. You shift to the side as his ribbed arm stretches around your shoulders. A few sparks fly out of his neck. "Where's your experience? Hmm~?"

You smirk at him, rolling your eyes. "Right here, with you."

Fizz chuckles, breaking out into a fit of broken, glitchy laughter. You cringe inwardly at it.

Okay, so you had a huge thing for the real Fizzarolli.

Like, you were talking, o b s e s s e d.

If this thing wasn't so glitchy, you'd take him home with you. However, the other replicas were wayyy out of your price range, so you suffered a little through visiting this creep while you worked.

"That ain't enough, kid." His grip lets you go, and you shrug off the tension of his arm once being there. "You need to get yourself out th-ERE— there, more! Stop in, and tell them you've applied!"

As if you hadn't done that twice before. You saved yourself the embarrassment of doing it a third time. With a sigh, you wave him off. "Nope . . tried that. It didn't matter." With a somber look, you glance out of the tent doors and tighten your lips.

"Oh, right. Was that when they escorted you out?" RoboFizz snickered behind his hand. You turn to see his head tilting to the side, more sparks flying.

" . . Nooo, that was when I went in for drinks." Your brows furrow. "Are you keeping track?" You narrow an eye at him, and he innocently shrugs off the facts that, yes, he had been. —But only for your reminder of humiliation.

"No— yes, maybe. Listen!" His hands grab yours, and suddenly, you're yanked up to your feet by the animatronic. He spins you once, then wraps you into his arms. With a quick movement, you're raised slightly off of your feet by his grasp on your shoulders.

"You're not gonna get the job moping around he—RE. You gotta just face th-THE facts, doll." His smirk sends a shiver up your spine as your frame is pulled closer to his. "You suck. And you're stuck working here, TAKI—taking care of me." His grip tightens, face drawing closer to yours by the inch. "And this is the closest you're going to get, to talking to the real Fizzarolli." His smirk deepens, and it was ill-intentioned. You catch onto it quickly, and struggle in his grasp.

You pout, looking him in the eyes. The glow of them illuminated your face. Maybe he was right. After all, he should know, right?

It almost kind of . . hurt? hearing that come from the replica of your idol's mouth. It sucked. But, it wasn't true!

You kicked your feet, and try to shimmy out of his hands.

"But, this is the closest I've got to you, so~" your frown turns into a smirk, and without a second thought from the robot, his hands drop you to the floor. You land on your ass, staring up at him.

He snarls in disgust, looking away. "Maybe I was WRO—wrong. You are meant for the Lust Ring."

You smile softly up at him, and stand back to your feet. "Listen, I know that I'm cut out for that place. They just need to give me a chance." Dusting the back of your pants off, you roll your shoulder. "Mammon can kiss my ass, and so can everyone else that shit on me, here." You huff, arms crossing.

It was tiring, for you, and everyone else that had to listen to your complaining.

However, as much as he could be a prick, you actually liked talking to this glitching piece of metal. He was right in a way; he was the closest thing to being the real fizz. At least, for now, until you can actually conversate with Fizzarolli.

There was a few times, seconds worth of moments, really, that you could recall talking with the real Fizz. He'd been up on stage, telling jokes, doing acts, and you'd gotten him to pick on you once or twice. Maybe make him laugh, but it all ended too quickly.

You inwardly let out a little sigh again, and pick up the broom you'd dropped earlier in the evening. Before the temper tantrum you had, you were on your way to clean up the floors of the tent. Robo Fizz's show ended a bit ago, and clearly the imps in here were slobs. Popcorn and soda cups were left all over the floor.

"Well, go-O-OO-d luck with all of t-THA-that, kid." Fizz says, stretching his way back to the stage. You flip him off, and take your time cleaning. Might as well get the extra hours while you can.

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[alhoeverra]

Master shake x fem!reader

chapter one ; dumped

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A nasty glare rests on your face as you take a look around. Standing in the driveway of your ex boyfriends town house, seething, you let out an agitated sigh.

Large bags, and purses are thrown on the ground of the yard, filled with familiar items. Your bags and purses. Your things. He packed them up for you, and threw them all out.

You hate that fucking douchebag.

You should have learned from the past about dating drunk assholes. Guess it runs in the family.

Grabbing your things, you begin to pack them into your car, you hoping in shortly after.

Before getting in, though, you noticed that the door has a key scratch on it. It trails from each end.

Anger bubbles up in your veins, and you want to scream it all out. "You fucking jagoff!" You yell, slamming hands to the wheel. You can feel the way your heartbeat increases, face flushed.

A soft feeling of sadness pins to the middle of your ribcage.

Where were all the nice guys? Was it impossible to find one, in this shit town? Maybe you'd never know.

An exhausted sigh leaves your lips, face rests on the steering wheel, arms cradling your head.

As tears brim your eyes, you snivel your nose and try to hold back the sobs from letting out against the steering wheel.

You needed somewhere to go- - and going back home to your parents wasn't an option anymore. Even if it was, they'd probably sit there and laugh at you for dating someone they all warned you about.

A couple thoughts roam through your foggy mind, pulling out your phone to scroll through the short handed contact list. Your thumb stops scrolling on a name, and you make a crooked frown.

Shake might answer . .

It's been a long time since you've talked to him, it feels. Hopefully he isn't pissed off about it if you start calling him.

After a few minuets of hesitation, you dial his number, waiting for him to pick up.

The ringing stops, and you furrow your brows.

"What's up, bitch? How's it hangin'? I thought maybe you forgot I existed or whatever. But you wouldn't do that- -"

A soft smile let's up at his funny choice of words, but your tears remind you that you can't speak properly yet. Clearing the hoarseness of your throat, you answer him. "Shake, I-I um," you hesitate, glancing down to your nails. "Can I come over?"

"I don't see why not. I practically run this shit now," he chuckles. "Wait, are you crying?"

You sniffle, leaning back into the car's seat. "I got kicked out." Your hand covers most of your face, blocking out the shame of the house in front of you.

"What!? I told you that asshole couldn't be that great." He yells into the speaker. "I knew something like this would happen. Nobody wears that much cologne."

"Shake," you urge softly into the phone, a contrast of his yelling. Of course you wanted to yell, fight, and punch anyone in your general direction- - But you can't. You needed to try and stay calm before you both end up in jail.

"Can you tell Frylock I'm coming over?" You ask him.

"Yeah . . I guess. I'll see you in a few, don't even worry about it." He says, then hangs up.

So maybe Shake wasn't the best person to be around after a break up— or, really, in any situation- - but regardless, he was still one of your best friends since, well, a long time.

The day you two met, it was like it was almost too good to be true. You could tolerate his weirdness, and narcissistic vibe, and he could (sort of) handle you being a hard working woman.

You head over in their direction, feeling the anger bubbling up inside, even more so. Your hands grip the wheel tighter.

After making it to the familiar driveway, you turn off the car, and sit for a moment, collecting your thoughts. What were you going to say? It was more than obvious you'd been crying, but you promised yourself that you'd keep it together once you get inside.

A few yells break your thoughts apart, and you turn to look at the man standing one yard over, hands on his hips.

Carl. You lower your lids, and pout out a lip, unamused.

Wonderful. He totally saw you crying. Hopefully he didn't care enough to ask about it.

Your sleeve acts as a tissue, and you wipe any access tears from your eyes or nose. Sniveling, you put yourself together before making the move to step out of the car.

"Hey, baby!" Carl strains his voice. Ignoring his waves, you sigh heavily.

"Fuck off, Carl. I'm not in the mood." You push on to the front door of the house, sinking into the fabrics of your sweater with an irritation flooding your veins.

"What's got your panties in a twist, sweetheart?" He asks, though his expression made it clear enough to see he was anything but interested. You frown, shrugging a little in your jacket. "My boyfriend and I just broke up."

His eyes widen, smile dropping. "You're on the market now?!"

You draw back, brows furrowing.

"Oh, I mean, uh. I'm sorry to hear that, you know?" It was a gesture of a save, but you only rolled your eyes in reply to it. With a hand, you wave him off and head for Frylock's house.

"Sorry!" He yelled after you. "I hope it all works out for ya!" You hear Carl call from his lawn.

It's been a while since you've seen Carl. And with every interaction you two have had together, he was anything but reserved. He was more desperate and lonely than anyone you've met, besides Shake, of course. Carl was nice to you, but again, you two had your moments.

Knocking on the door, you turn the handle and allow yourself into the house. Your body slowly shuts the door behind, taking a look around the room. "Frylock? Shake?" You call out curiously. Just as you were about to call again, you hear what sounds like an argument taking place in another room. You follow it down to Frylock's room, and raise a brow.

"Give it!" Shake glares down at Meatwad, desperately reaching for the phone from the little boys hands.

"No way, son. I found it fair and square." The brunette frowns up at Shake, holding the phone far away from the blondes reaching grasp.

"Meatwad, just let the fool hold it. You know he's going to keep bugging you until you do." Frylock rolls his eyes, arms crossed over his chest with annoyance.

"Nah way, man." Meatwad glares.

Frylock does a double take at your figure standing in the door, and you watch as his eyes widen.

Shake turns, looking to you as well. His face drops, instantly forgetting about his little feud with Meatwad. "(Y/N)!" Shake yells, running over to you.

Without thinking twice, you pull him into a tight hug, arms wrapped around his neck. He grins, body going weak at the feel of you in his hands. "Are you okay?" The words that leave his mouth weren't something you, or anyone else would normally hear. Insults, and disgusting dirty minded words are all that ever leave Shake's mouth.

He must actually be worried.

"Yeah, I'll be okay." You nod into his shoulder. Your eyes flash over to Frylock who stands behind the scene, watching curiously.

"So the guy kicked you out?" Frylock asks.

Hesitantly, you nod, picking at the sleeves of the sweatshirt you wore. "Yeah. Jerkoff that he is." You huff at the floor. "My family's gonna laugh at me if they find out. I can't go back home for a while."

Your eyes find their way back up to him, in hopes he'd give an answer you'd like to hear.

"You can stay here as long as you need. I know you're good for it. You can pay rent, or help out around the house." He responds, offering a smile.

It wasn't a bad option - - you have nowhere else to go, anyway. So, this was the choice.

You return his smile. "I really appreciate it."

Shake grins, forming fists with excitement.

"I gotta go rub this in Carl's face, I'll be right back!" The dirty blonde exclaims, running for the front door.

You both roll our eyes at Shake and his childish reactions.

"Make yourself at home." Frylock nudges you softly.

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[alhoeverra]

| | fnaf sun x depressed!reader

TW: depression / self induced injury

You did not want to be here today. Everything seemed like it was too loud, and any information that you were trying to take in from the laptop was just slipping right past your visions. It just wasn't happening today.

Getting out bed was a struggle for you this morning, and getting dressed for work was even worse.

Your position in the daycare was normally an average job that you liked. The daycare attendant was nice, —sometimes a little too energetic— especially on days like today, but you liked him regardless. And, well, Sun liked you, too!

Moon, maybe not so much. You two didn't always see eye to eye. Maybe it was because that version of the sunny animatronic was colder. He had a little bug that needed to be fixed, so you rarely spent your time with him anyway.

Thankfully, it was almost five o'clock. Which meant, the daycare would soon come to a close, as it closed earlier than the rest of the building did. Sun was busy rounding up the rest of the kiddos, and you were too tired to get up to help him. You'd been assigned at the desk to help with kid checkout, but you still liked to help him with getting the kids to settle down a bit.

But the thought of even talking to anyone today, was a struggle. You weren't sure if Sun noticed or not. He was pretty busy with the kids all day.

Not to mention, aside from your moodiness, your ankle was hurting a bit more than usual. It was a really stupid thing to do.

Your bedroom door was locked off from your roommates, and you might have pushed just a little too hard on your skin with the sharp object in hand.

Bandaids did just about nothing, so you had to result in getting a bandage wrap, and medical tape it over the wound. You've been limping on that foot a bit, only because the more movement you made, the more that the scabbing over deep cut would reopen.

You bit the inside of your lip as you shifted positions in the desk chair. Eyes peering out over the daycare, you notice the first parent had come in looking for their child.

"Excuse me?" She asks. You look over to her and try your hardest to smile. "Yes, hi. Picking up?" You ask.

She nods. "Mhm. Jennifer."

You mumble a light 'okay' and scroll through the names of parents and guardians on the laptop. The list was a bit longer than usual today, so after a few seconds of scrolling, you stop on the name. There she was— she was picking up her eight year old son. You stand up, silently trying your best not to whine out in pain, as the soreness of your wounds drifted up throughout your leg.

The parent frowns slightly as you make your way over to the sunny animatronic. He catches your body making its way towards him, and stands straight from cleaning off one of the kids tables.

"Hey Sun, Jennifer is here to pick up Daniel." You say. You shift your weight to the other leg as you smile painfully at him.

"Oh! Already? Alrighty then." He makes his way to the dark featured boy, a bright smile on his face. He had been busy kicking a ball back and forth with another friend in the daycare.

"Dani! Your mother is here." Sun called out.

The alert of Sun's voice brought the kid out of his little imaginative daze, and he smiles big. "Okay, Mr Sun!" And right on cue, he runs over to his mother, you following tow, giving Sun a little smile of your own. You check her name off of the list and sit back down at the desk chair.

"Have a nice day." You give a little wave and she nods back with a smile.

This went on, until finally, there were no other children left in the daycare, and it was just the sounds of Sun cleaning up the room, and you typing away at the computer log. Your ankle was killing right now. The rest of your leg throbbed in pain as well as that said area.

As the animatronic wasn't looking, you glance down under the desk and sneak a peak at the bandages. They felt wet. And yes, there was a bit of blood, as suspected, bleeding through. Shit. Now what were you gonna do? It's not like you could just hide that without it dripping down to your shoe.

Sun suddenly appeared at the desk, leaning over it. "I'm not stupid, you know!" His head tilts a little at you, smile chipper as ever. You furrow a brow up at him.

"What?" You deadpan him.

Sun rounds the corner of the desk and bends down, squatting to floor level. Your brows furrow a bit as an anxious heat rushes to your cheeks.

Oh shit. No no no. Sun of all people- - er— animatronics, can't find out about this.

You cared what he thought about you. It was odd, but you two had a really close connection. Maybe stronger than you ever had with a regular human being.

Some nights you laid awake wondering, though, if you just stopped showing up to work one day, if he'd care. Would he really miss you that much? Maybe the first few days, but he'd probably go on with his evenings forgetting all about you.

He inspects the fresh blood as the tiny bit dripped down your ankle. Suns cold fingers pull up the hems of your pant leg, dragging you out of your thoughts as the coldness now traveled up. "How'd you manage to do this?"

You frown a bit. "You knew about this?"

Sun takes off the bandage, and though it was faint, you notice the slight cringe in his features change. "Oh, sweetheart. I see everything!" Voice still chipper. "Don't expect me to not see your little limp. But I do give you extra credit for hiding it so well!" He stands, and you frown up at him anxiously in your seat on the chair.

Sun walks over to the medical cabinet and digs around for some thicker bandages. Taking out an alcohol swap, he brings it over to the position on the floor and sits again, grabbing your ankle. You wince a little in pain, but suck in through your teeth instead of letting it be known.

Then, his head cranes a bit and tilts, fingers slowly pulling up the pant leg a bit higher to reveal more cuts and old scars.

They were fading away, now. They had been for a long time.

You look away, flinching out of his grasp. Awkwardly, you sit there in an anxious silence as he now looks up at you. "Y/N . . What happened?"

Tears brim your vision. The daycare was empty anyway. A few slip down your cheek, causing the jester to quickly stand and grab your hand. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Guilt crawled up your throat as you look at him. Slowly, you shake your head. "I'm sorry." Sobbing. You were now sobbing at work. It was so embarrassing that you couldn't keep it together for just one more hour. Your hands retract, pull up and cover your face, and you curl into your knees.

"Sorry—? For what?" Sun asks, his voice trying to stay level. You knew he was probably becoming an anxious mess just as you were, but he stayed strangely calm for you.

"Things have just been so hard lately," Your voice cracks. "I can't take it anymore. I'm so tired." You cry softly into your hands.

"Hey! Hey," Sun places both hands on your shoulders, causing you to bury your head further into the sleeves of your arms. It was bad enough he was hearing you cry, you didn't want for him to see you like that, too.

"Don't talk like that! I need you here," Sun's fingers tense into the skin of your shoulders. With one quick swift movement, you're pulled into his chest, enveloped in a tight hug.

You sob into him, face still buried into the palms of your hands. "Do you?" The crack in your voice causes him to glance into his gathered arms down at you.

"What would I do without you?" He asks, hugging you just a little tighter. Sun didn't want to let go, and luckily for him, you didn't want him to either.

"Really?" You break through the sobs, sniveling. Slightly, you tilt your head to look up at him, catching his anxious gaze.

"Yes- - you're my walking sunshine." His head falls on top of yours. The warmth of him, and how hard your sobs were beginning to exhaust you.

You didn't realize just how much you had meant to him. It just didn't seem possible for an AI unit to collect feelings and memories like that.

"We wait for you every day, you know. Watch for when you walk through those doors in the mornings. It's our favorite part of the day." Sun's voice wobbles a little, cradling you against him like a mother to a child. "And Moon always makes sure you make it to your car safe, at night!"

That feeling, the warmth, it almost made you smile. A soft laugh breaks through your sobs, and you look up to the Sunny animatronic. His head tilts questionably down at you, drawing back slightly to read your expression better.

"Do I really mean that much to you?" You ask. It was a stupid question, definitely not ethical. But the words had slipped from your mouth before you could even stop them.

"What kind of question is that?!" He asks, an irritation under his usual tone. "Of course you do!"

You stare at the floor in a subtle shock. Your nose was stuffed up, and you sniffle. Cheeks red, eyes wet. You were a mess.

You actually hadn't figured out a response yet. Instead, you slowly wrap your arms around the torso of the sun, head resting against his chest again. He was your comfort, for sure, no doubts about that. How could you leave someone like that to be alone, when they were so fond of you?

Mindset changed, you inhale a shaky breath before speaking. "I'm sorry." Your voice is quiet, low. "I didn't mean to be like that, I'm just really going though some shit right now."

Sun runs gentle circles over your back with a hand. "Surely you aren't thinking about . . leaving, us?" His voice was hesitant, whimper.

Not anymore, you weren't.

A guilt floods into your chest, and you push it down.

You sniffle a stuffy nose again, and sigh a little. "No, Sun." The hoarseness in your voice would eventually go away, but hearing yourself sound like that made you inwardly cringe.

"Promise me." The tone of his voice made you draw back a little, taking yourself out of his comforting arms to brush yourself off, and wipe your face.

"I promise." You frown.

Sun reaches up to the desk, behind you, and grabs the box of tissues sitting on the corner. He passes the decorated box over to your shaking hands and you accept. Wiping your face, you throw the soft tissue into the garbage beside your desk chair.

"You should talk to us more when you feel like this, you know. Mental health is important, my love!" Sun gathers you back into his arms, and you hug him tighter than he does, this time.

"I will," You snivel again. "I promise."

"Good! You better!" He says. "Now let's try to have a better day, starting now."

You nod, smiling weakly up at him. "Okay."

"C'mon, sunshine." He stands, holding a hand out for you to grab. You look at the gesture before taking hold of his hand, and standing to your wobbly feet. Sun shoots you a little smile. "Better days are ahead!"

#hurtcomfort #fnaf sundrop #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #sundrop #sun and moon x reader #sun x y/n #fnaf sun x reader #depressed reader