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oftenwantedafton · 2 months

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Maybe - Steve Raglan/William Afton x Female Reader

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - sexual content

Summary - Your coworker Steve Raglan hates you.

You’ve no idea why, only certain that he does, blatantly evident in his every word and gesture.

So when you find yourself locked in the mail room with him after hours one evening, you’re not expecting much to happen. Boredom. Silence.

Certainly not his body pressed against yours. His hands on you. Wanting.

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Steve Raglan hates you.

You’re not sure what you’ve done to deserve it, precisely. The impression of that emotion had been apparent from the first moment you’d met him. There hadn’t even been a proper introduction, really. Just instructions to bring a client back to the career counselor’s office. Friendly enough towards the young man you guide through his open door, his nasally rusted voice beckoning the job hopeful further inside. The inviting smell of fresh brewed coffee permeating the interior of the room. The friendly smile on your own features wilting when you see him moving to close the door for privacy. The hard line of his mouth. His eyes dismissive. You could pass it off as your imagination except it happens again whenever you see him. The break room. The copy room. The parking lot. Wherever you happen to encounter one another. The weight of his disapproving stare makes your shoulders droop. You check your appearance in the restroom, lift an arm to make sure your deodorant is working. You even mention it to one of the other girls in the office, someone who’s worked there for a while. She shrugs. Says he’s always been polite. You try to nonchalantly inquire with a few other individuals and receive a similar response.

So, no. You have no idea why Steve Raglan hates your guts. You just know that he does. So you try to avoid him as much as possible. And that actually sort of works. You can even almost forget that the middle aged man despises you for absolutely no valid reason as the weeks pass into months.

***

It’s late.

The office officially closed an hour ago. But you’ve still got work to do. Things that you could leave for the morning, you suppose, but you dislike starting the workday behind schedule with cluttered backlog. So you don’t completely notice the lights getting dimmed, the reduced noise, the failing daylight outside the office windows. Your fingers continue to fly across the keyboard. You’ve finally finished the last of the mail correspondence. You print the page and fold it twice, sliding it inside a business size envelope and sealing it shut. The taste of the envelope makes you wince. Why can’t they make the adhesive more pleasant? Sweeter. Like a mint or hard candy. Anything would be preferable.

You switch off the monitor and tuck your chair beneath the desk. All you have left to do is put this batch of letters in the mailroom. You decide to leave your purse and jacket behind. You’ll grab them on your way out the door.

You can hear the hum of the fluorescent lights, louder than normal now that the office is devoid of the bustle of business activity. No conversations, no ringing phones, no sounds of typing or printing. Just stillness. You don’t think you’ve ever stayed here this late before. You think you might be one of the last ones left.

You’re not.

Steve Raglan is inside the mailroom. Standing beside the rows of cubbies for inter office mail. The copier behind him suddenly spitting out pages. You haven’t had to interact with him recently. You’d almost forgotten that haughty glare of his over the rims of his gold framed glasses.

“I’m just going to drop these in the outgoing box.”

The room is very small. The cubbies, the copier, a waste paper bin, a cabinet with a slot for putting materials to be shredded. That’s all. Narrow confines. The closest you’ve ever been to him. He’s wearing cologne, a pleasant fragrance that’s earthy yet almost sweet. Underlying notes of citrus. You have to press close to reach the correct box and the smell grows stronger. You should have just waited. But who knows how long he’d be there. The copy machine is still running.

In your attempt to be stealthy you trip and reach out for something to stabilize you. The edge of the open door. You manage not to fall. The door swings shut behind you and you hear a click.

A sound of disgust from the tall man. You turn and jerk on the door handle, shoving. You just want to retreat. No movement. You push harder, really wrenching on the brushed nickel fixture. Nothing. It’s sealed shut. You’re locked in.

Your bearded companion seems to realize what’s happened a heartbeat after you do. He shoves past you and tries the door handle himself. You’re pressed against the shredder bin, the uncomfortably sharp corners digging into you through your pencil skirt.

“You idiot. We’re locked in.”

“I…I’m sorry.” You don’t know what else to say.

He tries hammering on the door. His voice is louder than you’ve ever heard it. Confirming what you both already know. You’re the last two people in the office.

“Now we’re going to have to wait for the cleaning crew to come in. Which will probably be…” He glances at his wristwatch “…six hours from now, at least.”

Trapped in this confined space. You’re not strictly claustrophobic, but you think you could develop that condition rather quickly if you dwelled on the situation you’re currently trapped in for too long. Stuck in something marginally larger than a closet, with a man that loathes you.

And now he’s actually got a reason to. Nice going.

The copy machine goes silent. You move to stand across from the social worker, the most distance you can put between you. He leans against the door and folds his arms across his chest, scowling at you. The room is unpleasantly warm already. Or maybe that’s just your nerves, a little rush of adrenaline making the capillaries in your limbs have increased blood flow, your elevated metabolism generating more heat. You always get hot when you’re nervous. You feel your scalp prickle. Your palms are damp. You try to shrink back against the copier further.

You don’t know how much time passes but the awkward silence and staring contest are too much. Your lower back is burning already. You step out of your heels. Let your toes curl in the carpet. A little relief. Steve continues to glower.

You’re going to attempt to sit. It’s difficult, between the limited space and you wearing a narrow skirt. You ease down until your buttocks makes contact with the carpet. Keep your stockinged legs straight in front of you, maintaining your modesty. You fiddle with the charm bracelet on your wrist.

A sigh. The middle aged man joins you on the floor. His long legs bent. Head knocking back against the wood surface behind him with a soft thump. The hem of his pants slightly raised so you can see his socks. Dark purple, and are those little rabbits printed on them? You frown curiously. It’s so out of character for anything on this stern figure to be whimsical. Maybe they’d been a gag gift. Laundry day and nothing else to wear. You’d already checked on a previous occassion to see if he wore a wedding ring. Nothing. His forearms rest on his knees. His hands were massive.

“Can’t you find something else to stare at?”

You blink. Neither of you has spoken in awhile. “I’m not staring,” you protest defensively. “There just isn’t a lot to look at in this room.”

“Find something.”

You chew your bottom lip, your cheeks flushing. There is nothing. The walls are blank. The cubbies and shredder hardly warrant much attention. You know the logo on the reams of paper stacked on the floor by heart now. “I don’t know why you hate me so much. Aside from tonight I’ve never done anything to you.”

The man barks a short laugh. “Hate you? I have absolutely no emotion towards you at all. Nothing.”

Somehow this makes you feel much worse. Now you’re desperately looking anywhere but at the career counselor. You reach for one of the sealed stacks of copy paper, unfolding the end and sliding a blank page free. Begin folding it in random directions. Just something to keep your hands occupied. You notice Steve squirming a bit in your peripheral vision.

“I can move so you can stretch a bit,” you murmur. You fold your legs without waiting for a response, tucking them to one side. You see him hesitate, attempting to stretch but it’s impossible. His legs are too long. “You’re really tall.”

A grunt. You push yourself back into a standing position. Roll your shoulders. Bend and touch your toes. You don’t know why you’re trying to accommodate him but you see him relax. A little sigh of relief.

You kind of need to pee. You were going to hit the John before you left for work. You’re eyeing the wastebin and thinking if worse comes to worse... No. No way. You can wait six hours. Less than that, now. “What time is it?”

“Eight. Almost.”

So another four hours, then. Steve stands again and you sink back down. Your stomach growls. You’d only had a salad for lunch. You think about the steak and lo mein noodles and stir fry vegetables you had waiting for you at home. You’d been planning on curling up on the couch with a bowlful and relaxing in front of the television. Instead you’re stuck here. With him. The man who hates you.

***

Later now. The only conversation inquiries about the time until your coworker informs you you’re asking too frequently and making things worse. Requesting silence. Raglan removes his glasses at one point, folding them and tucking them into his shirt pocket. Massaging the reddened indents on the bridge of his nose.

You’re both sitting on the floor again. His legs sort of half folded, angled slightly. You attempt to stretch yours. Just a gentle easing that you misjudge, your stockinged foot sliding across the carpet, stroking against the inside of Steve’s leg.

You freeze. You hadn’t meant to touch him. You can feel his body heat through the nylon covered extremity. Your eyes meet and his hand curls over your foot, trapping you there.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. Now you know how those large hands feel. Strong. Warm. Vice grip. Unrelenting.

“Are you?” His voice is different. Soft. Almost a purr of sound. His eyes different, too. Darker. Pupils dilating.

The hand abandons you. He rises, and you struggle to stand, much less gracefully. Something’s happening. You don’t know what yet. A shift in the atmosphere. The rift of tension merging into something else. One of those strong hands now closing over your forearm. Snapping over it like a manacle. Dragging you towards him.

Your back is to him now. Against him. The hand on your arm moving now to the hidden zipper on the side of your skirt. Your heart is pounding. His breath rasps loudly. You don’t think yours is much shallower. The waistband of your skirt loosens. His fingers are splayed against your sternum, the pinky and lower edge of his palm pressing along the tops of your breasts. His other hand invades the charcoal material covering your lower half. Tucks beneath the pale pink panties that match your blouse. Dips right through the damp flesh of your sex and you whimper.

Steve heaves a heavy sigh when he makes that intimate first contact. Satisfaction. Lust. His fingertips feel calloused. You wonder what career he’d held previously, the thought dashed away when he begins circling your clit, using your arousal for lubricant. You’re on fire. How is this the same man that had told you hours before he had no feelings towards you whatsoever? Had he just been frustrated? Wanting you but thinking it was improper for some reason or—

One finger dips inside your entrance, his thumb now working your clit. You should have been embarrassed by the amount of fluid you’re spilling over his probing digits but you’re not. You just don’t want him to stop touching you. Maybe it’s because you hadn’t had a boyfriend in awhile. Maybe because you hadn’t masturbated recently, usually too tired by the time you make dinner and shower and go to bed. Or maybe it’s because it was Steve Raglan specifically. The man that loathes you taking you apart with expert precision. You’ve never been intimate without kissing, without cuddling, without some foreplay. To skip straight to this…

The sound of a pair of fingers invading your body is loud. They curl inside you. You can feel his erection digging against you. The breath coming in short pants. Yours, his. A cacophony of struggling air exchange. The perfect pressure of your partially hooded nub rolled against the bone beneath. The fingers tucked inside stroking curved tissue. Your full bladder making the sensations even more intense. Your nails dig into Steve’s forearm through his dress shirt. You’re on the brink of orgasm. You recognize the feeling building inside of you. That trapped pressure that needs release. His fingers increasing the pace. Pressing harder. There. You cry out and his grip on your torso tightens as your climax wracks your body. You feel dizzy. Spots in front of your eyes. Christ. The best one you’ve ever had, hands down. The aftershocks are still pulsing through you in tingling little bursts of pleasure.

You begin to come down off your high, you body limp and liquid, still supported by the man behind you. His hand leaves your pussy, dragging the fabric of your skirt up. Something feverish and hard pressed against your buttocks. His cock, out of his pants. Dragging against your bare skin where the underwear doesn’t cover. Now tucked beneath the legband. Thrusting against you, constricted into that tight space, like fucking a virgin cunt. The arm still bracing your body against his shakes. A curse and a hot spill of fluid. A lot of cum, filling that pocket he’s created between your panties and your buttocks.

You eventually move apart. You can feel his semen seeping into the fabric. Adjust your skirt. You hear his fly being zipped back up.

The rough breathing subsides. Post nut clarity, isn’t that what men called it? The reality of what you’ve just allowed to happen washing over you. You let this man that’s old enough to be your father finger you to orgasm. Let him use your panties like a sex toy and dump a load against your body. And you’d liked it. Fuck. You shiver at the memory. You’re too shy to meet his gaze. Another stretch of silence.

***

A band of light beneath the door. Someone is in the office.

Steve sees your sharp gaze and turns to face the door. Banging loudly. Yelling. It takes a few moments for the custodian to unlock the door, looking very surprised to find a pair of workers trapped in the mailroom.

You make a beeline for the restroom and grab your things. Steve doesn’t say a word on your walk to the parking lot. So back to this, then. Radio silence. Whatever the hell his issue is with you. Whatever had just happened in the mailroom. A quickie. Boredom or what. Who fucking knows. You skip dinner, opting for a shower and bed.

***

The next morning you get ready for work at your usual time. Telling yourself you’re not being selective about the lingerie you’re wearing. Not choosing a flowing button front dress because it’s easier access. You’re not expecting anything to happen. You don’t want anything to happen. Do you? A throb between your legs at the memory. Okay, fuck. Yes you do. You’d barely slept. Remembering what he’d done. Gotten so worked up thinking about it you’d had to have another round just to take the edge off. Thinking about those big hands on your body. Imagining the feel of his beard abrading your thighs, those dark lustful eyes watching you as he goes down on you. What had felt like a very generously sized cock stretching you. Pumping you full of his cum. Nope. Not thinking about that in any great detail at all. Sure you weren’t. Another tingling pulse as you look at your reflection in the mirror. You really need to stop. This is the guy that hates you that you’re fantasizing about. Or is indifferent towards you, allegedly. Except you can’t reconcile that idea, the juxtaposition with your intimacy making no sense whatsoever. Maybe he just liked playing head games with people. You’re an easy target for that. Too sensitive. You cried over sappy Hallmark movies. Got sentimental on the holidays. Donated every time you saw one of those commercials pleading for funds for animals in need. A big softie. So yeah. You made for easy prey, you supposed.

You don’t even have to wait long to see him again. He’s got the first client of the morning. You have to pass the mailroom on your way to Steve’s office. You’re trying very hard not to think about what had happened in there. Trying to be professional.

Your resolve shatters the instant you see him. The way his hand looks when he reaches for the doorknob. That glare above his glasses. The slightest smirk, that brief twitch of lips so rapid you think you might have imagined it. It’s no good. He’s ruined your ability to concentrate. The paperwork piles up. It’s noon. Break time, the office closes for an hour. You have to pass by Raglan’s office to get to the break room. His door is open. You tell yourself you’re just going to check to see if he’s there, some bullshit excuse about the time his next client that’s a last minute add on is arriving at the ready. A perfectly valid reason for you to be there.

He is inside. Slouching slightly in the brown leather office chair. Thumb depressing the end of his pen, driving the nib from the barrel. Another click and it retracts. Watching you. Waiting. “I just came to tell you there’s been a last minute add on. You have someone coming in at one.”

“Shut the door.”

You hesitate, wondering if he intends for you to close it behind you when you leave. The faint smell of that morning’s coffee still lingers in the air.

A sigh. He straightens and stands and the chair creaks. He shuts the door himself. You’re still in the room. So he wanted you here. With him. Wants you. Something. You’re unsure.

He settles back behind the desk. A slight curve of fingers beckoning you. You stand beside his seated frame. Heart beating like mad. It was happening again. This time during the day. With people nearby. The blinds were open. Warm bands of sun across his desk, against your skin. “Kneel down.” You don’t even question it. Just let yourself descend. The carpet protector hard against your knees through the stockings and layer of your dress. Still waiting. Watching you. His eyes dark again, full of desire. Another little sigh of exasperation. You decide to take the initiative and rest your hands on his thighs. There’s so much of them. So much mileage to go before you reach your destination. You jerk on his belt and the metal releases from the leather. Button unfastened. Zipper peeled down. No reaction from Steve. You debate whether to use the flap of his boxer briefs or just shove the waistband down. Opt for the latter. He’s even bigger than you’d suspected. Long. Thick. Cut. Fat head dripping precum. Fuck. Your cunt is already responding. Pink nails against his dark pink skin as your hand curls around. Leaning forward, tongue swiping along the opening. A sharp inhale. A response at last. A faint musk. Soap tinged. Masculine. Clean. You take him further in.

A mouthful already and you’ve barely begun. You feel his body shifting positions, slouching a bit more, getting comfortable. Your stretched lips slide over him. In and out. Just shallow attempts for now. Getting accustomed to Raglan’s cock in your mouth. God that’s a sentence you’d never thought you’d utter. Think. Whatever.

The phone rings and the head slips from your mouth. Another sigh. “Don’t stop.” He leans a bit and lifts the phone off the cradle. Yellowing plastic thing that had maybe been light gray once like the computer monitor and mouse and keyboard. Very out of date. You have newer ones at the front end. You wonder why he hasn’t requested upgraded models.

“Steve Raglan, may I help you?” So polite. His timbre much lighter. Friendly. Jovial, even. He clears his throat. Fingers of his free hand patting his thigh to remind you to continue. You’re not expecting those fingers to knot in your hair and hold you in place. Your nostrils flare in protest at the limited air as his hips move, pistoning his cock into your maw until he’s touching your throat. You’re gagging, coughing. Feel saliva thickly pooling. He keeps you there. His voice above you so light and airy, so different from what’s happening beneath his desk. “We offer a variety of services. Yes, we’re used to working with candidates with less than ideal backgrounds. The success rate of our job placements…” You lose track of the conversation. He finally jerks your head back and you gasp for air. Your lips are tingling. So is your pussy. Fuck if he doesn’t have you wound up. Wetter than the cock you’ve just slicked up with your spit. Your throat is burning already.

“I’d be more than happy to take a look at the applicant’s job history. Our fax number…” You’re shoved onto his dick again mercilessly. Your nails dig into his thighs. “Sure, I’ll hold.” The fingers in your hair tightening. The chair creaking loudly in protest when he shoves himself back inside. You’re a little better prepared this time. Manage to work up and down his length without much guidance. Concentrate on resisting your gag reflex. Keeping your jaw loose, your lips tight. His fingers curl over the bottom of the phone, blocking the speaker. “You’re going to swallow every drop.” Your eyes widen and you attempt to nod your understanding. Rather difficult considering the position you’re currently in. The little smirk is back, lingering this time. “Hi, yes, I’m still here. Yes, it’s coming through right now. Another question? I’d be happy to help if I can.” You recognize the irritation underlying the false accommodation. He doesn’t really want to help. You hear the fax machine behind Steve’s chair. Dial tone and connection made and pages printed before a longer beep to announce it’s finished. Your head continues to work on as much of the career counselor’s prick as you can manage. Edging a bit more of the shaft inside. Testing the absolute limit. A momentary panicked gurgle before he eases up again. Another loud gasp. There’s no way the man or woman on the other end of the line isn’t hearing this. Steve’s breathing has gotten louder. His voice a lot coarser and lower pitched. “Yes, that’s right. Pleasure to assist. We’ll be in touch.” The phone slams down and he fucks deeply into your throat. Repeats. Again and again, hammering away until he withdraws and you suck in air. You can feel the saliva coating your face, smearing your cheeks and chin. You think your mascara might be running. The lip gloss you’d had on has certainly been chafed right off by now. “Look at me.” Your eyes lift. It’s exactly what he needs to send him over the edge. Your helpless captive mouth and throat around his cock. His taste filling those places. Bitter. Thin. Another great quantity, like the previous evening. The softest little moan of sound, stifled behind the fist he presses against his mouth. Something about that excites you to no end. The fact that you’d made him feel so much pleasure he’d had to stop himself from making too much noise.

You lean back on your heels. He’s still staring. You wipe at the spit coating your face.

“Panties off. Sit on my desk.” It never occurs to you to refuse. Rational thought beyond you. Just that one solid wood door between you and discovery. Maybe that was part of the enjoyment for him. A touch of exhibitionism. Like how he’d had you blow him while he was on the phone just now.

You grab handfuls of the material draped around your hips and tuck your fingers into your panties. Step out of them, leaving them on the floor at your feet. You still have your heels on. Your bare ass settles on the ink blotter, your dress bunched around your midsection.

His fingers hook underneath the edge of the desk and he drags his seated form closer to you, the wheels of the chair grinding along plastic. Those calloused fingers stroke your thighs. Another pair of thigh high stockings today, these ones a soft navy to coordinate with your dress. He strokes along the lace trim. Shoves at the draped fabric still concealing your sex. Another of your fantasies from late last night about to come true.

You’d suspected Steve was going to be a master at eating pussy and God were you right in that assumption. The tip of his tongue—this longer than average as well, it seems every feature of the man’s body ran to the extreme—curling and flicking across your clit. A needy whine escapes you. That muscular organ now dividing the petals of your pussy, driving into your entrance. A muffled moan at your taste. Your head rocks back. The mouth of your entrance waters in response to his jabbing tongue. He’s barely begun and you’re already about to explode. His nose digs into your mound as he slurps the sensitive pink flesh into his mouth. His beard not rough against your skin as you’d expected. Much silkier. Soft. Your bundle of nerve endings being sucked. Stroked. Teased. He brings you close then backs away. Each time the impending orgasm feels more intense. Even just his breath against your damp cunt is enough to stimulate you. You let your fingers sift through his graying hair. The glasses have been tossed aside. His hands are curled around your thighs. He continues to languidly sup at the place between them. Your lunch break must be nearly over now. A combination now of tongue flicks and sucking centered directly on your clit. This time he doesn’t hold back. You bite your lip hard, keening when your release finally washes over you. Someone has surely heard. You try to stifle the next moan of pleasure. He is unrelenting, persisting even when your trembling thighs attempt to close and you push at his head. Somehow your body survives the onslaught and the fire is kindled again. He’s going to make you cum again.

A second climax wracks through you. Steve finally moves away. His bearded face is damp from your juices. You let your legs drop over the edge of the desk, hands bracing yourself to remain sitting. You feel absolutely wrung out. And it’s amazing.

There’s that awkward silence again as you both recover. Adjusting clothing. Subtly removing body fluids from obvious places. At least there’s a restroom right across the hall. Your eyes dart to the clock on the wall. One hour exactly. Raglan remains silent. You don’t know what to say. You end up leaving his office, more conflicted than ever.

The afternoon passes. A few clients directed Steve’s way. Everything strictly professional between you. You’ve got to work double time to make up for your distracted performance earlier that day. The display on your computer monitor confirms what you already know. You’re late again.

This time you’re going to use the restroom before you leave work. Just in case. You never know what could happen. You pass the mailroom. It’s empty, the door open. Steve’s office door is shut. You don’t recall seeing him leave but you hadn’t exactly been watching the entrance the entire time.

You finish in the bathroom and head back down the hall. Car keys successfully withdrawn from purse, the strap of which now sits on your shoulder. Cardigan on. You turn to leave.

He’s there. Leaning against the open doorway that leads to the reception area. Those dark eyes watching you. You feel the strap of your handbag already sliding down.

“What happened to being indifferent?” You’re surprised when the words leave your mouth. Maybe he’d just expected you to keep going along with his sexual whims. Playing whatever game this was.

“Maybe that was a poor choice of words.” He pushes off of the molding covered frame, walking towards you. “Maybe I’ve changed my mind.”

You stand your ground. One of his big hands now rests on your cheek, rough thumb drawing an invisible line under your bottom lip. “Maybe…”

He doesn’t finish the thought with words, his face lowering to yours.

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angelofrainfrogs · 5 months

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Going Back: Ch. 3

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: Things are looking up for Gregory. After putting the soul of a formerly-immortal killer to rest, he and his new family can finally begin their lives anew. Sure, Gregory might have been cursed with mysterious Remnant in exchange for being involved in this mess—not to mention his caretakers consist of sentient robots and ghosts… But there’s no doubt that the bond they share is unbreakable. They love him, and he in turn.

All in all, life is finally starting to go right for once.

…Unfortunately, true peace is a hard-won battle. There are other things to contend with besides William’s decrepit soul, and Gregory will learn that his role in the lives of the Aftons and Emilys is far greater than anyone could’ve imagined.

Rating: T

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“Oh shit…,” Michael breathed in a whisper, he and Charlie stopping in their tracks. The voices muttering from the darkness were completely unfamiliar, as were the way they snapped at each other. The closest Michael could compare it to was when he’d bickered with Lizzie and Evan as kids. With a grimace, he leaned towards Charlie to whisper in her ear. “I think these might be other kids who… you know.”

He couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder at where the endoskeletons stood, still and silent in their dismantled states. With a shudder, he also recalled the image of three small bodies wearing demented S.T.A.F.F. bot masks. Out of the trio, Michael had only recognized Hannah’s tiny, frozen frame.

“Hey, um… we’re not here to hurt you,” he said, trying to sound calm despite his racing mechanical heart. Charlie may have done this sort of thing many times, but Mike was still new to the whole concept of giving recently-deceased children her Gift. Keeping a tight hold of Charlie, he offered the voices a tiny smile, unsure if they could actually see it in the darkness. “I’m Michael, and this is Charlie. We’re friends.”

To the girl at his side, he whispered: “I thought you said Hannah was the only one that came back!”

Charlie gave him a hard shrug so he could feel her equal confusion.

“I tried to bring back three kids. I only got Hannah,” Charlie explained in a hush. She alternated into a louder call, adding a tense smile to her voice just like Mike. “Hello? I’m Charlie! We only want to help—”

Then, it was back to whispering with Michael. “—these must be the other two. I didn’t sense anything when we came in here today; they must’ve been hiding!”

It was the most logical conclusion she could draw.

“Can you believe they're whispering about us like we're not here?” sounded a voice from directly behind them, making Charlie actually jump in shock. “Hellooo? Do you guys work here? One of your stupid employees locked us in this shitty room!”

As one, Charlie and Michael whipped around and saw the two apparitions. Charlie took stock of the way they looked and it made her regret opening her eyes. They were two pale, fair-haired boys. Their heads from the crown to their jawline were leaking steady streams of blood, so vivid and dark that Charlie thought it was all a bad dream for a moment—too much at once to be real.

“Yeah,” the other agreed, crossing his arms and leaning against his brother, his crooked neck making him a little shorter than his sibling. “You guys sure took your sweet time finding us.”

It took all of Michael’s willpower not to scream at the sight of the ghosts. He was used to apparitions that were indistinguishable from living humans unless you looked really hard—these boys appearing as they did the moment they died was something else entirely. Their bleeding heads reminded Michael way too much of Evan’s mangled body after he’d been pried from the jaws of Golden Freddy…

Despite William’s instruction to stay in the back room, Michael couldn’t resist the urge to see the damage he’d done to his brother. That whole day was a horrendous blot of darkness in Michael’s memory, but the image of Evan’s bloodied, slack-jawed face with eyes rolled far back into his skull was the focus of his nightmares for decades afterwards.

Finally releasing Charlie, Mike pressed a hand over his mouth and tried to take deep breaths as he started to tremble. However, this only strengthened the scent of death and decay he inhaled from the bodies in the corner, so he quickly scrapped that idea, thankful androids didn’t need to breathe. He didn’t want to offend or upset the kids—it wasn’t their fault they looked like that—but Michael wasn’t going to be any help until he cleared his head first.

“J-Just give me a s-sec,” he choked out, meeting Charlie’s gaze for the briefest second before fully turning away.

“Yo, lady is he gonna throw up?” the first boy asked, peeking over to where Michael was taking a time out. Charlie tried her best to shield Mike with her body and distract the spirits.

“Him? Nah, don't even worry about him. What's your names?” Charlie begun to investigate, trying to figure out exactly how much they knew what was really going on.

The more dominant of the two brothers stepped forward and jabbed a thumb towards himself. “We're Cain and Quinn. I’m Cain; he’s not. Figure the rest out. I'm getting tired of being locked in this room, so can you tell your friend to hurry up?”

The snappy tone was not helping the situation, making Charlie narrow her eyes at the pair.

“Bad news, kid,” she said bursting the thirteen year old's bubble. “We don't work here. Besides, last time we checked that door could open...”

Now the children stirred uncomfortably, false confidence that was there before met with uncertainty. The two brothers looked between each other, concerned. Charlie, in the meantime, looked behind herself and took stock of her friend still recovering from the initial shock. It was how Hannah looked too, until she remembered. Then it was all a matter of keeping one's emotions in check to control their appearance. Something told her it might take a moment to help these stubborn kids, and with Michael still trembling they would get nowhere fast.

Charlie walked over and rubbed between Mike's shoulder blades as she spoke to the boys. “How long have you guys been in here?”

This only seemed to cause the brothers more confusion, sharing a quizzical look amongst themselves. Cain was the first to speak again.

“Like a week—”

“—You don't know what you're talking about.” Quinn rolled his eyes, his voice taking on a less ethereal tone. “It's been like a night.”

“No! Shut up; okay, like—we've been in here for a week. Quinn doesn't remember anything. Ass-hat...” Cain bickered back, adamant about how lost they were before, and how long they seemed to have been trapped in the darkness.

As the boys argued, Michael managed to pull himself together and straighten up. Luckily this was getting to be an easier task each time, the panic attacks less debilitating when he reminded himself of two important facts: William was gone for good, and Evan and Lizzie forgave him for how horrible he'd been as a snot-nosed teenager.

Speaking of such children, when Michael turned around he was able to get a good look at Cain and Quinn. Beneath the blood trail, they seemed like totally average kids—albeit pissed-off ones, though Mike certainly couldn't blame them.

“Sorry you got stuck here, guys,” he told them, offering a weak, sympathetic smile. He paused, then gestured awkwardly to the dark room. “Stuck in general, I mean, with... with what happened. You got brought back last night because of Charlie here.” He patted his friend's shoulder, also as reassurance that he was okay and she could now focus her concern on the ghost kids. “She was trying to see if anyone was still hanging around so she could help you out.”

Cain threw up his arms, exclaiming: “Yes! That's what I was trying to say! We need help—wait, what do you mean brought back?”

He’d been sidetracked, looking between the strangers with animosity. When Cain glanced to his brother, it was almost like he was seeing the blood for the first time.

“—SHIT! Dude, your head!” The boy pointed, cowering away from his sibling.

As Quinn looked back he gasped, seeing an equivalent shimmering dried blood on Cain’s horrified face. “MY head?! Dude, your head!”

The proceeded to touch each other's skulls without the ability to really feel the pain. It looked painful, but almost synchronically the twins found out nothing really hurt. Not anymore.

“Guys, you've been in this room for at least a week. How do you think you've been eating…?” Charlie asked them, allowing the truth to sink in silently for a moment.

“Damn it! I knew we shouldn't have followed that weird kid inside...,” Quinn griped regrettably. His arms crossed as they blamed everything but themselves. Why should they have trusted the grimy, neighborhood outcast to begin with?

…Because it’d been something to do, was the answer, ironic in its simplicity. The twins didn't have money to spend on games or pizza at the mall, so they snuck in alongside a boy who promised they could get free pies and games if they were careful about it.

Michael frowned at the mention of a “weird kid,” but decided not to question it right now. They needed to focus on getting Quinn and Cain to accept they were dead without them having a mental breakdown, if possible.

“Hey, guys?” Mike spoke up, calling the twins' attention to him. “Look, I'm not going to lie: this situation sucks. You don't deserve what happened to you—you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.” He let that sink in, hoping the kids wouldn't be too offended by his more direct approach.

“But, unfortunately... you're not the only one this happened to,” Michael went on, his voice a bit softer along with his expression. He slung an arm around Charlie's shoulders, trying to sell the twins on their casual, friendly demeanor. He pointed his free thumb to Charlie, then to himself. “Charlie and I? We've been working to put things right, and we've found a few other kids that ended up like you. It's horrible and you have every right to be upset—but just know that you're not alone. If you want, we can take you to see the others; they're always up for new friends... Well, once we figure out how to get out of this room.”

He glanced sidelong at Charlie, hoping he hadn't overstepped whatever routine she had for dealing with these temperamental ghosts.

Charlie gave Michael a supportive nod, appreciating the help. Being essentially this company’s personal grim reaper was tiring. While she’d never had someone assist her in talking down spectral children before, she found it helped exponentially—especially when there was more than one lost soul to comfort.

“Just like that? Dude—right on our 13th birthdays?” Cain asked, arms bent at the elbows and facing palm up. When he looked to his brother and found him unresponsive, Cain nudged Quinn roughly. The sudden, jarring memory of a spike bursting through the top of his brother's skull, blood spraying out like an aggressively shaken can of pop had made Cain weak in the knees as he began to really shake his shell-shocked brother. “QUINN, ANSWER ME, I'M FREAKING OUT!”

It wasn't long before Charlie came over, touching the volatile kid's shoulder. She had some words of encouragement, but found she didn't need them as Cain turned and beat the sides of his fists against her ineffectively.

“No! Don't touch me! I-I'm not dead, okay?! I'm not and neither is he! Got it?!” The threat was vague and scared, coupled with Cain’s writhing as Charlie caught his wrists in her hands. She simply held them as Cain began to weep, all while his brother stared deeply into the rusted grain of the floor.

Hesitantly, Michael moved to Quinn's side, crouching slightly to look into his blood-smattered face. The boy's gaze was far away, and Mike could only imagine what horrors he was reliving.

“Hey...,” he murmured, reaching out a tentative hand and touching his shoulder. Quinn winced away, causing Michael to snatch his hand back with a quick apology. “Sorry! Sorry...”

He paused, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced to where Charlie was trying to comfort the other twin. Eventually, Michael turned his focus back to Quinn with all the empathy he could possibly muster.

“Okay, so you guys had the shittiest 13th birthday ever... I get that. Mine sucked ass, too.” He offered a tiny smile, though it garnered no response. “But you want to know something kind of cool? You guys have powers now—Charlie can show you how to use them. At least that's something, right?”

“Powers?” Quinn finally perked up. Perhaps friends and powers could make up for the world’s suckiest birthday party...

Charlie eventually resigned that Cain, in all of his impotent rage, had given up the fight quickly and chose to sob into the front of her shirt. There she would pet down the back of his head, encouraging him to cry it all out as she watched his brother’s progress.

“Yep. You guys are going to feel a little silly for being so upset,” she said to hype up the only pros there were to being dead. “Floating, transparency, and did you know you can just possess things?”

Quinn gave a shrug, a small smile cracking at the corner of his lips.

“Cain? Hey... I-I'm sorry, lady—uh, Charlie. You know, for my brother...” Quinn pulled his more emotional sibling away and hugged him, their appearances becoming more normal and their features more clear. Not to her complete shock, Charlie found herself recognizing the brothers from one of the many missing person’s flyers that had found their way into the basement.

“Seriously, you don’t have to apologize,” Michael spoke up for Charlie, knowing she wouldn’t mind. He stood again, flashing her a relieved grin before looking back to the brothers. “Like we said, we’re here to help—both with the bad stuff and the awesome things like supernatural powers.”

Mike glanced around the room, his eyes settling again on the sliver of light coming from underneath the doorway. His grin brightened and he raised a questioning eyebrow at the twins.

“Actually, maybe you can test one of them out? We’ve got to get out of this room, but the button for the door is on the outside—do either of you think you’d be up for trying to phase through walls?” He shoved his hands in his pockets and gave a nonchalant shrug. “Personally I think that’s a great one to start with—it’s a classic, after all.”

Quinn wondered if he and Cain could go together. It took a minute to get his sibling to calm down, and though their words earlier were harsh to each other, the two appeared to get along better when the other was in need. As Cain wiped his eyes, his told his brother: “I know you want to go, you better not leave me here.”

The threat was empty, but Quinn seemed to appreciate it nonetheless and escorted Cain towards the door. With beginner’s luck, the two of them phased through the thick metal in a singular step. Their forms disappeared for all but a moment before the door was opened again.

“Good job, you both!” Charlie cheered, covering her eyes from the obnoxious glare of the light in the main room.

Mike leaned into Charlie again, placing a gentle hand on her back as he murmured in her ear: “I’m going to dismantle the last endo—give me two minutes.”

True to his word, Michael sped back to the last “active” robot and made quick work of decommissioning it beyond repair. Returning to Charlie’s side, he tugged her arm to pull her away from the kids. Thankfully, Cain and Quinn were involved in a heated debate over which ghostly power was the best so Charlie could spare a second to speak with Michael.

“We should definitely take these two down to Henry and the others like… now,” Michael stated, then gave a little sigh. “It’ll be tricky, but I don’t think we should let Sammy see anyone but my siblings and your dad today, if we can help it. He’s clearly stressed as hell, and it’ll be hard enough for him to deal with three ghosts he knows, let alone four more random dead kids... Maybe we take the twins down to Cassidy and Hannah, and give them a heads-up to keep a low profile? We can just keep Sammy in Henry’s workshop while we visit.”

The disturbed twins were distracted enough, walking on ahead and independently of Michael and Charlie. She agreed with her friend, feeling their best chances were letting Quinn and Cain hang out with Cassidy. Charlie was sure they’d get along with their comparatively abrasive personalities, and it was the best option not to stress her brother out as much as humanly possible.

“For sure—” she whispered back. Her dad could probably handle a bunch of kids running around, ghosts or not. After all, it used to be his job to keep them entertained. “—I'll tell them. Hey guys, wait up! We're going to take you to see Cassidy and Hannah!”

Quinn and Cain glanced at Charlie from over their shoulders, and Quinn pulled aggressively on his brother's arm to stop Cain's gait.

“Yo dumbass, pay attention!” Quinn scolded his more air-headed counterpart. When Cain turned around, he roughly shoved Quinn to make him lose his balance.

“Boys! Come on, stop being so rough! There's video games in the basement if you're good!” Charlie enticed, causing the two to speed back and latch onto her side in an attempt at obedience.

“Yup—tons of games that aren't even in the normal arcades!” Michael added to sweeten the deal. “You've just got to follow us and not wander off, okay? It's not too far of a walk.”

With that he would lead the charge, trusting Charlie to bring up the rear and occasionally checking over his shoulder to make sure that Cain and Quinn were walking between them. The boys were definitely rowdy, but their latent uncertainty of their situation combined with the small trust they'd built between themselves and these seemingly-friendly adults was enough to keep them from wandering out of their sight. After many twisting passages and downwards staircases, they made it to the hallway that marked the official entrance to the old Pizzeria.

“Alright guys, we're super close now!” Michael said, turning to face the twins and walking backwards a few paces. He could tell they were getting restless and hoped that seeing more kids and/or Henry would help ease their nerves. Turning back around, Michael was suddenly hit with the sense that someone—or something—was watching him. He pinched the bridge of his nose, resisting the urge to groan. How he could've forgotten about the other entity residing down here, he had no idea...

It was a toss-up whether kids would be freaked out or entranced by an amalgamation of animatronic parts, so Michael called out loud enough for his voice to echo throughout the cavernous space: “We'll go visit my Uncle Henry first—Charlie's dad. He's super cool and will take care of you guys. We can introduce anyone else down here later, so they should stay put until I call them out.”

As he spoke the last word Michael reached the door to Henry's workshop. He knocked, finding it unlocked and opening at his touch. He ushered the trio inside quickly, then turned to see his uncle standing by his workbench.

“Oh!” Henry exclaimed, his face immediately lighting up at the sight of Charlie and Mike, then softening into a mildly confused expression when he saw the boys at their side. “Hello, everyone; I wasn't sure when to expect you. I see you found some new… friends?”

“OOOH!” Lizzie gasped, popping out from the inner hatch of the charging pod she’d seen her dad finally die inside of. “More friends?! Hello! Hiiii, Michael~”

Lizzie waved to the group, seeming in good spirits. When she spied the two boys, Elizabeth turned her nose up; she’d been playing with Cassidy and Hannah, and felt it unnecessary to hang around the rough-looking twins.

“Evan! It's two boys!” she called, eyes widening when Quinn and Cain came to take an experimental wander around Henry's workshop.

“You’re Charlie's dad?” asked Cain, picking up various wrenches, unable to keep his hands to himself as Quinn meandered towards Elizabeth.

After clearing her throat, Charlie came over to greet her dad with a hug.

“Sorry I keep finding more!” she remarked in a jovial tone, not quite upset as long as the kids were okay. “We can't stay for long; we have to go find Sammy, but we'll be right back with him.”

“Oh, um—alright,” Henry said, looking a bit frazzled by the sudden influx of kids as he hugged onto Charlie. However, he certainly couldn't fault his daughter for trying to give those taken away by William's cruelty a second chance. After letting go, Henry turned to Cain and flashed him a kind smile, crouching down and thrusting out a hand. “And yes, I'm Charlie's dad—you can call me Henry. It's nice to meet you...?”

“Cain!” The boy pointed to himself, then to his brother, gesturing widely and attaching his name along with him.

Congruently, Quinn stared through Elizabeth whilst trying to figure out something to say. Eventually, he settled for asking: “So… do you like Foxy?”

He figured it’d be beneficial to see which Fazbear characters this girl favored as a way of getting to know one of the ghosts he might be spending eternity with. The question put sparkles in Liz’s eyes, and she felt less nervous with some common ground between them.

Meanwhile, Evan had been playing quietly in the corner with a couple of slightly-charred Freddy and Bonnie plushies, making a big show of Freddy absolutely kicking Bonnie's ass. He jumped to his feet at the sound of his brother's voice, dropping the toys and already rushing over before Lizzie called his name.

“Mike!” Evan exclaimed, latching onto Michael's leg and grinning up at him, completely ignoring the new faces.

“Oof—hey, buddy!” Michael laughed, ruffling Evan's hair until he let go. “How's everything been?”

“Good! I can run around so much now; it's awesome!” Evan had vowed never to be stuck inside a robot again, no matter what.

“I'm glad,” Michael replied, the anxiety he had about leaving his siblings alone disappearing with the words. They seemed just fine with Henry to watch over them, as expected. Placing a hand on Evan's shoulder, Michael turned him around to face the room and pointed to the twins. “Did you hear Lizzie? We brought some new friends—you want to say hi?”

Evan hesitated for a moment, biting his lip. Then he slipped his hand into Michael's and gave a little nod. Even after all this time, the kid was still a bit people-shy. With a soft smile, Mike walked him over to the new boys—he'd introduce them, then head back up top with Charlie to grab the rest of their ever-expanding group of companions.

When Cain spotted Evan, he looked to the younger boy with a slight smile on his face. At least they wouldn't be alone—even though they had each other, there was only so much comfort they could give in such strange circumstances. Now that the support group was larger, the twins felt a little safer at the resignation of their fate.

***

As Michael and Charlie departed, a spring in their steps after they’d rescued more lost souls, they slowed their pace in tandem upon hearing a metallic banging in the vents.

“WHY CAN'T WE-E SAY H-HI-I?” asked the pneumatic and coarse voice inside.

“Because you're freaky,” Michael replied without missing a beat, turning towards the noise. Sure enough there was a grated opening to the vents just overhead, through which a lone eyeball suspended on a wire peeked through. If Michael squinted, he could just make out a hint of the white clown mask lingering in the darkness. He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“These kids just realized they've met a bad end and are trying to adjust—they don't need to see you coming at them on top of everything else,” Michael explained, gazing up at Ennard. He clenched his teeth for a moment, then pointed out a fact that he hoped would curb Ennard's desire to see the new kids. “Besides, they're with Elizabeth right now and I don't think you want to bother her, do you?”

Another pause, then Michael rolled his eyes high to the sky and muttered: “Also I'm sure you wanted to say hi to me the most, anyway, so... hi.” He lifted a hand slightly in a sarcastic wave.

Ennard shrunk at the sound of Lizzie's cheerful voice echoing through the hall, having to admit that Michael was right. Of course Ennard just came out to greet him.

“HI MIKEY...” Their eyeball batted affectionately his way. Then to some extent Ennard extended the hello to Charlie, their tone muter but still with a friendly nature to it. Charlie imparted a smile and a wave, but before she could say anything in return Ennard turned their focus back to Michael.

“WE HELPED OUT... ENNARD BROUGHT THE RABBIT AND THE FOX UP...” They pointed, trying to communicate that they moved the powered-down units for Samuel to more easily work on them. The other busted robots were already in Parts & Services, waiting for Sammy’s attentive hands.

“Really?” Though Michael was loathe to admit it, he did appreciate Ennard's desire to assist where they could, even when Michael himself wasn't present. “Uh... thanks, I suppose. I'm sure Sammy appreciated the help. Did Sammy actually see you? Or... have an actual conversation with you?”

Once he remembered Ennard's presence in the basement, Michael had already begun plotting ways to get the robot to stay away while they brought Sammy down so the poor man didn't pass out again from being overwhelmed. However, while Michael still didn't necessarily want them to interact, if Sammy was at least aware of his mysterious helper's presence it might make things easier in the long run...

“WE ARE SHY...” Ennard admitted. They were well aware that human adults would judge him more harshly than, say, a lone child. They elaborated, telling Michael, “WE... WROTE HIM A NOTE.” As Sammy would’ve been confused as to how all of the animatronics were found so easily, especially after Vanessa lost them so spectacularly.

“Oh goodie,” Charlie murmured, not trying to sound worried as she imagined how Sammy would’ve reacted to such a letter. Given Ennard’s vernacular and fractured thoughts, she couldn't imagine the text was particularly easy to comprehend.

“I'm sure he appreciated that. Thank you, Ennard,” she encouraged anyway. At least the letter was a nice thought to add in addition to the good deed.

“Great...,” Michael sighed heavily, echoing Charlie's sentiment. He then patted her back, urging her to start walking again. “Right, well, we're actually going to get Sammy right now and bring him down here, so keep out of sight, okay?” He turned to follow Charlie, throwing a hand up and over his shoulder in what could possibly be considered a slightly friendly gesture of parting. “We'll be back soon.”

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I often make jokes about how silly and meow meow my William is, and I also encourage those jokes from people who find my au. But I feel like that waters down how much of a monster he is if it’s the only thing I talk about, so here’s some reasons why you should hate my William.

No he didn’t murder children, no he didnt make child killing robots, no he didn’t do some of the outlandishly evil things that canon William did, but he did murder people. Adults, but murder is murder.

He obviously should’ve come clean after the first murder, since it was an accident. If he did, he may have had a lighter sentence and still lived on and had a happy life, but no. He couldn’t lose everything he had built, and my god, what if this ruins his reputation!? So he kept the secret, even convincing his best friend to keep it with him, because it wasn’t just William’s fault, sure he cut some corners on safety, and probably should’ve taught the worker how to put the suit on in the first place, but Henry is as much at fault as he is!!

And so the lie grew and grew. A cop came over to ask about the disappearance, so they had to take care of him as well. Who would care about that guy anyway? Oh? The worker’s mother came to ask about her son? Well… they definitely weren’t happy about killing her, but what else were they gonna do? Confess?? After 3 murders?!? Oh uh… 4 actually… forgot about that other worker who walked in on them killing that mom… maybe 5 if we count the dad too…. Ok maybe this is bad.

Henry, as the good person he is, is practically begging William to let me confess to the police. Henry always was a terrible liar, and he hated lying anyway, as well as… murdering innocent people. It got so bad that Will ended up attacking Henry because he was one dial away from calling 911, pinned him against the wall by his neck (must be a common thing among William aftons) and after he let go he told Henry “if you ever say anything, you’re dead.”

Sure, that’s not a great thing to hear from a life long best friend, and it’s incredible that could actually do what he did, Will considerably smaller and weaker than Henry, makes you think what else he’s capable of, and would he ever actually kill Henry? No!! Of course not! …right?

And so on the interactions between the two have become more and more tense. William keeps saying he hear noises from the animatronics… strange, god the way he looks at them… Henry’s never seen him look that terrified…

One day Will came up to Henry as they were working and just asked “do you think I’m a good person?” Of course Henry said yes, but the whole time he couldn’t take his eyes off of the box cutter Will had in his hand, no he was being threatening with it! He only had it cause he just opened a box!! But, I guess after a friend attacks you, you start to see them differently…

Finally Henry cracked and told his wife everything, and I mean everything. So needless to say, Will was pissed, you would probably think he would follow through with the promise he made, but Will wanted to hurt Henry, more than killing would hurt. At that point, William’s view of Henry, and everything related to Henry, was completely warped. Henry meant nothing to him, Rebecca meant nothing to him, and Henry’s daughter, Charlie, meant nothing to him. yes, even after he loved her so deeply. The whole family were basically new people, people who he despised.

William killed Charlie. She was around 19 at the time, he did it in the alley behind the pizzeria. After he cleaned up, he put on his best performance and rushed into the building, crying and yelling. Telling Henry that he had found Charlie dead in the back, and he didn’t know what happened. What an absolute monster.

And the worst part is, he would still make excuses, he would still cry about how it was so hard for him too, he would still ask, “do you think I’m a good person?” And in his heart, his cold, dead heart, he still thinks he is.

So that my friends is why you should hate my William, because he is a manchild. Goodnight

#ok i’m going to sleep now #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf au #william fnaf #fnaf william afton #william afton #henry fnaf #fnaf henry emily #Henry emily #fnaf Charlie #Charlie emily #five nights at Freddy’s au #tw murder #tw manipulation #tw death #tw assault

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Acquainted || William Afton x afab/f!reader

s -> you and michael spent the night talking and working on a group project; however, he’s not the one you’re getting acquainted with after hours. wc -> 3241 cw -> age gap (college reader x dad william), slightly gaslighting?, two uses of sir, female terms of endearment (miss, baby girl), vaginal fingering, riding, dirty talk/degradation, unsafe sex (no condom), brief spanking, vaginal felching an -> this is the longest thing I’ve ever written, and I’m so proud ahhh I tried to pace it correctly, but if it’s bad I’m sorryyy tagged -> @astrobunny @karenjesmus @politeyounglesbian (if you didn't want to be tagged, just ignore this! you three just responded that you wanted this fic in a previous post of mine <3) ao3 -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/38564013

Random group assignments were the worst, and this wasn’t even one of your favorite classes. Sure sustainability was interesting, but how were they supposed to observe and create an artificial – yet still just as beneficial – ecosystem.

“My dad has a pond out back that we can imitate using an aquarium or something.” Michael mentioned, knocking you from your thoughts. You completely forgot you were supposed to be discussing ideas and making arrangements.

You took the pen out of your mouth and nodded, “That would be great, actually. Different types of fish are going to need different environments, which can be emulated with props.”

“Exactly.” and just Michael said that, people were starting to filter out of the classroom, signaling it was time to make their way to their next class, respectively. “Here, put your number in my phone, and I’ll send you my address. Wanna swing by around 6?”

Nodding, you put your number in and gave it back to the boy. Quite honestly, this was the first time you had spoken to him. You knew him only by his voice because he had an intoxicating accent, but you knew nothing about him. You supposed that was about to change.

You got there at 6 on the dot. The house was… magnificent. It was fairly secluded, and the pond outside was more like a personal lake.

“There are only koi fish in here, but we can still examine their environment.” Michael had said, but you were too busy trying to be in awe without looking like an idiot.

Michael was actually really pleasant to be around. He would make you laugh, and you had a lot of the same interests. You got to see around the house, all the pictures on the mantel. “My dad’s here, but he’ll probably be working the entire time.” he said when looking at one of the pictures of them together. They were quite similar, the dad having more distinct features and a lanky stature. His name was never mentioned.

Before either of you realized, it was nearly midnight. Michael proposed that you just stay the night and you could both head out for class in the morning, even being a gentleman in saying you could have his bed while he slept on the floor. It was late, and you were in an unfamiliar area; it didn’t really take much convincing. He gave you one of his oversized, albeit musty, shirts and turned the lights off.

You woke up at some point in the night, suddenly aware of the terrible case of cotton mouth you had. Tossing, turning, trying to forget it didn’t help, so you took a deep breath and braved your way through the house to their kitchen for some water. The open layout made it easy to find as it was just down the hall from Michael’s room; however, you didn’t expect to see another, much taller body standing at the end of the island. He turned towards you as the floor creaked when you walked on the tile.

“Oh, Mr. Afton.” you said almost sheepishly.

“Hello.” he drawled, his accent noticeably thicker and deeper than Michaels. He stood well above you, he hand swirling what you assumed to be some type of bourbon, based on the decanter. Easily, he was one of the most attractive men you had ever seen. “Miss?”

“Ah, sorry,” you laughed, “Didn’t expect to see anyone up at this hour.” You suddenly became conscious of the fact that you were only wearing a long, white button up as you checked the clock in the hallway, reading 2:14 am. “I just came to get some water.”

“Of course,” the man muttered, taking a glass that was sitting on the counter top and sliding it over. “Purifier's in the fridge.”

“Thanks.”

It took a second for you to even realize you were staring at the man before you moved towards the fridge and bent down to pull the tab. Trying as you did, you couldn’t quite stop the shirt from riding up, the air hitting your ass almost making you drop the glass. You prayed the glass would fill quickly, and when it did, you shot up and closed the door, turning to find… Mr. Afton looking directly at you.

“Did- did you just get off from work, sir?” sip.

“Yes. We had a last minute, emergency meeting, and” he shook his head, pinching his nose, “I work with idiots. And please, call me William. The last woman that called me sir, well…” he didn’t finish the thought, but the smirk he wore as he took a sip of his whiskey told it all. Your legs squeezed together, tighter in response.

A few more sips of your water to quench an insatiable thirst and William was talking. “Michael told me about your little project. Did you finish it?”

“Oh yes! We were able to finish it pretty quickly. Time got away from us when we were talking, though.”

“Talking, hm... I can see that.”

You looked over to see William give you a once over, and it made you realize what that sounded like. “No, no, just talking, I swear. Michael was just kind enough to lend me one of his shirts to sleep in.”

“Mine.”

“Sorry?”

“That’s my shirt.” Oh. And suddenly the musky smell made sense. It was just a storage smell, it was cologne. His cologne. “Don’t look so scared. It’s not like I’m going to ask for it back right this moment.” he laughed and finished his drink without even a shiver. He leant back against the counter, abandoning his glass, and started again, “Looks better on you anyhow.”

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped as if it were expelling the hot air that heated your cheeks. How was this man so effortlessly charming? “Thanks.”

“Hop up.” he nodded to the island you were leaning on, “Let’s have a chat, shall we?”

It happened without a second thought – you were enjoying yourself, honestly – but you immediately stiffened and jumped a little on impact. The island was chilling compared to the warmth that was conjured between your legs. A nervous laugh came out as you wondered what William must be thinking, but when you looked at him, he just had a slanted sort of smile. “It’s cold.” you offered.

“Why of course it is.” he said, pushing himself away from the counter and closer to you, smirking. “Because you’ve been naughty and not worn any underwear.”

You knew he knew, you felt the shirt ride up moments before, but you didn’t think he’d bring any attention to it. It’s a perfectly normal way to sleep, but the way the words came from his mouth made it sound so taboo. No words were forming in your head or your mouth; you just watched him come closer and closer until he was breathing in your ear, his hands dangerously close to your thighs, “Please, do stop me if I misread the situation, but I don’t think I have.” His fingers inched their way up one of your thighs while the other stayed planted on the island.

It was true, you wanted him more than you’d wanted anyone, but you didn’t think it showed. Surely you can keep your emotions hidden well enough, or maybe he’s just that experienced and keen-sighted. The way he got so close and then lightly scratched his nails back away had your legs trembling, and then it was gone. Instead, his thumb pulled down on your bottom lip, down your neck, through the collar, and right onto the topmost, fastened button. You didn’t have time to process before he was quite literally ripping his way through the top four or five buttons, popping them off somehow without breaking the thread, making your breasts bounce from the force. You gasped loudly, bracing yourself, and he simply looked you dead in the eye and whispered “Shhh” completely unphased. You wished you had something to grab onto, but you settled for covering your mouth with your hand.

Seeming satisfied, William moved the hand back down between your legs, this time almost immediately finding your clit and making you tense.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. All this just from looking at me, huh.” but you couldn’t respond, which in and of itself was a response, you just focused on your breath, trying to wrap your head around the pleasure coursing through you. His fingers moved in a petting pattern, slipping across your opening to gather the wetness and ending on your clit and rubbing little circles. Somehow you could feel yourself getting even wetter as it started dripping from you. Then one finger entered you, emitting a whine, trying to press yourself down against it, greedy for even more. And he obliged, adding another without resistance.

“Look at you, you dirty little whore. Taking my fingers like they belong in you.” he urged, curling them to accentuate his point, and you moaned through your hand as he kept hitting your g spot. They were so long, none of your dildos could even compare, but they fit so perfectly against every part of you. He started to scissor them, still curling them occasionally. Your toes curled as you stretched, trying to grab onto something, anything, your feet hooking onto the back of his thighs.

“M-more, sir.” you weren’t entirely aware that you called him sir, and when he added a third finger, you didn’t really care. It felt incredible, having his fingers in you, having him hovering over you, occasionally feeling his breath on your ear. You wondered how far he meant to take this, the familiar bundling of nerves starting to gather in the pit of your stomach, but like if on command, he pulled his fingers away, making you whine at the emptiness. You looked up at him just in time eto see him putting the three fingers in his mouth and sucking, humming in satisfaction at the taste. The sight took your breath away.

When he pulled his fingers from his mouth, it made a pop, and he looked at you, motioning for you to sit up. You did and he put his hands under your ass like he was going to lift you. Your arms went around his neck, and he indeed did lift you. “Where are we going?” you asked, head in the space between his neck and shoulder. He held you so easy, you weren’t worried in the least bit. He didn’t bother to respond, only moved to the next room, the living room, and onto the sofa, falling back and having you straddle him. You were so much closer now, faces inches apart, your nearly exposed breasts against his chest, your dripping wetness soaking the obvious cloth-clad boner beneath it.

“Hi.” you said, not knowing what exactly to do next since you were enjoying him calling the shots. He just lunged forward, kissing you with a fervor, nose smashing against yours while his hands tangled in your hair. It was good, it was fantastic, honestly fuck college guys, they were nothing like this. Pleasure teetering on pain with him taking control of every last detail, you could live in that moment for forever. He was the one the break apart when he felt you rutting against his lap, and he went to undo his pants.

“Sorry, darling, don’t have a condom. I didn’t exactly plan on fucking anyone.” The smirk on his face might as well be permanent as it fit him so well, his words coming out between his heavy breaths.

“I don’t care.” The only thing on your mind was William and having him take over every one of your senses.

As soon as his member was free, he let out a sigh. It was pulsing red and large, lying against his stomach. You swallowed as it would definitely stretch you more than his fingers had, but it didn’t stop you from wanting it right then. He gave it a couple of pumps, and then reached to your pussy to gather some of your wetness, using it as a form of lube. You gasped at the touch, and he just winked. “Don’t worry. I know you’ll make more, my little faucet.”

You blushed at the obvious nod to how wet he made you, and you just hid your face in his neck, reaching your hand down to try and help guide him to your entrance. You were tired of waiting.

“Eager, aren’t we? Just remember to be quiet. Michael is sleeping just a few doors down.”

Shit, Michael. You didn’t know if you could, but if it meant having his dick in you, then by God you’d try.

Even with just the tip in, you started to moan against his neck, and hearing his low groans didn’t make it any easier to hold it in. The stretch burned, but it wasn’t unbearable. You sank down an inch or two more and stopped to catch your breath. William’s head was thrown back against the back of the sofa; your hand snuck down to rub your clit.

“So… full.”

“I know, darling, I know. God, just- just a little bit more.” You nodded, breathing in and sinking lower.

The goal you had was to take the rest of him, but your hands started shaking on his chest. Everything about this man was above and beyond, and it was almost too much, a little bit more was a flat-out lie. Right as you were about to take another break, you felt yourself hit his thighs, completely seated, and you sat back, the shift pressing against something in you that made you shudder. William simply placed his hands on your hips, breathing clearly labored but focused on you. “Tell me when I can move.”

It didn’t take long, seeing the man in the state he was in, hair a mess, sweat on his forehead, his dick pulsing inside of you- as soon as you gave him the go-ahead, he held tight to your hips and bucked up, eliciting a shared moan from the both of you, one that he deafened by placing his lips on yours. The pace was slow at first, but once he was able to set a steady rhythm, he was almost animalistic. With every thrust, your breath was getting knocked out of you. He was placing kisses from your ear, down your face and neck, sucking once he got to the junction above your shoulder.

You tried to stay quiet, you really did, but when he sucked on a spot too long, too hard, teeth digging into the edges, you let out a scream, hurriedly stuffing your face against him. He didn’t let up for a second, if anything he made it worse by smacking your ass on every other thrust. The edge you felt from his fingering was back and growing. He filled you, wall to wall; with every drag out he took a part of you, and with every thrust in he gave it back tenfold.

“Will- iam.” you cried, trying to stay quiet, but God he was making it hard.

“Yes, baby girl?” He was just teasing now.

“Close, close, close.” you whined, almost panting against him.

“Well, don’t keep me in suspense, darling.” How was he still so put-together? Oh, it didn’t matter as he grabbed your hips and held them down against him, rutting his cock deeper than it’d been. It was just rubbing on your g spot, and when he whispered “Cum for me.” directly in your ear, it just pushed you over. Spasms took over your entire body as you came, William continuing to grind into you throughout. And as you got tighter, rubbing on every delicious inch of him, William also came with a low grunt, thrusts getting shakier until you both collapsed, breathing heavily and boneless. Warmth overcame you from the inside out.

If you were to bet, you indeed would bet that your legs weren’t working right now, and your arms were only good to loosely hang on to the man supporting you. His arms were wrapped tightly around your shoulders, his head leaning on yours, a momentary thought crossed your mind that you wished you could just stay here for the night. But alas…

Reluctantly, William carefully pulled out of you, placing you beside him on the sofa while he readjusted his pants. You heard him get up, but you still couldn’t move. Your eyes were closed and your head rested against the back of the sofa, posture be damned.

William’s hand nudged your legs apart, but you groaned as you felt the mixture of cum leak out. You should get cleaned up, at least off the couch, you should- fuck. Your body was wracked with intense spasms at the feeling of his mouth on your pussy, starting from the bottom and licking all the way to your clit before he swirled it. “William, what- what-”

“Cleaning you up, love.” he mused, licking his lips before diving back in.

Your hands grabbed onto his head and into his hair on instinct, as you couldn’t decide if you wanted to push him away or pull him closer. It was an odd sensation, as you felt drained but warm and tingly and overstimulated and his tongue could do magnificent things. He alternated between sucking the cum and sucking your clit, and you didn’t even realize it, but your thighs were framing his head. He reached his arms around so that he was holding your thighs, grabbing and pulling at them, all the while you were pulling his hair.

It didn’t take long until you were moving your hips, working with his tongue, riding it. He would make noises occasionally, the humming of his lips going straight up your spine. You were close but it was different; it was so much stronger. His tongue licked into your pussy, along the walls, curling to get all he could reach, his nose was perfect height to nudge at your clit.

“’m close.” you whispered, continuing to ride his face, only with him moving to suck on your clit and moving one hand to quickly thrust three fingers into you, in and out in and out. You came with a silent scream, mouth wide open without a sound, breathing stopped, only focused on William.

As soon as the first tremble hit your stomach, he pulled away, taking care to curl his fingers to get the last drops of cum from inside you. You barely cracked your eyes open to look down and see William sucking on his fingers, savoring your taste to the literal last drop.

“Thought I might suffocate down there.” he teased.

“Sorry.”

“Oh don’t be. I quite liked it.”

He stood and helped you lay down, covering you with a blanket and providing another to act as a pillow. You tried to speak, but William just tutted at you, softly running his fingers through your hair and down your cheek. “Shh shh. I’ll go tell Michael you fell asleep out here, so he’s not confused in the morning.”

All you could do was nod, but before William went through, he leant down right next to your ear and whispered, “Next time, don’t walk around my house dressed like a whore. Put some pants on.”

You’d never put on pants again if it meant you could be his.

#fnaf #william afton #five nights at freddy's #william afton x reader #william afton x you #william afton smut #fnaf smut #afton thirsting #x reader #mine #fnaf afton #fnaf x reader

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vampiric-plays-games · 2 years

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Headcanon: Vanessa A. (killing the DPD/DID ‘theory’)

TL;DR - Vanessa doesn’t have DPD/DID. Reluctant Follower Vanessa is the real Vanessa, while the Security Guard Vanessa is a front program implanted by Glitchtrap during VR: Help Wanted and Vanny is actually a part of Afton that couldn’t wait to get out and go killing.

Content warning for mentions of inaccurate depiction of DPD/DID; game canon typical violence and back story (including child murder and murders/disappearances of adults), abuse and trauma mention, suicide mention (Jeremy), etc. Lemme know if there’s other things i need to tag.

So this is going to sound a little preachy at first, I guess, but I want to say this is coming from what I think currently is the best course after reading this post.

I am working on a fic that takes place in FNAF: Security Breach, and in that fic Vanessa/Reluctant Follower/Vanny makes an appearance though she isn’t a main focus. Still, because she’s an element, I have to think about how to write her properly without being offensive to the DID/DPD (Disassociative Identity/Personality Disorder) communities.

In the game, of course, Vanessa is confirmed to be the murderous Vanny and it’s heavily implied that Vanessa doesn’t necessarily control Vanny; like she’s some sort of ‘alter’.

This, of course, is damaging and problematic as it is in no way an accurate representation of DID/DPD.

I don’t have either DPD or DID so of course I’ll never be able to write the concept accurately, nor do I feel comfortable at this point in trying to.

So I’m coming up with a new headcanon to explain how Vanessa’s mind works that isn’t ‘DPD/DID’ related.

Vanessa is the protagonist in Help Wanted - the one that Glitchtrap corrupted after Jeremy (who sadly passed away due to the stress of the same sort of corruptions). And Glitchtrap is William Afton, who of course wanted out so he could go killing again. This is stuff we know.

My theory starts there. William corrupted Vanessa to get out. In my mind, there are three ‘versions’ of Vanessa - The Security Guard, the Reluctant Follower, and Vanny. The Reluctant Follower, I’m going to say, is the ‘true’ Vanessa. The one who’s been traumatized into doing the bidding of a man who’s been dead for 30 years or so.

The Security Guard, who is the one that does the work and is looking for Gregory in the game because it’s her job, is a ‘program’ that William put together and implanted in Vanessa as a front to help her blend in at the Pizzaplex. Someone with a good work ethic so she won’t get fired, and so he can have access to the programming on the Animatronics to turn them on children (because that’s one of Afton’s MO’s) and for other uses. Which would explain why (in the trailer of SB, at least) she wanted to help Gregory, and in the actual game she just locks him in lost and found so she can go get the authorities (before Vanny took over).

Also, there’s a possibility that the Security Guard could be gaining her own ‘sentience’, since Freddy developed his own while in Safe Mode and the others could have if they weren’t corrupted by the virus that is Afton.

And then Vanny - the killer part - I want to say isn’t so much an implanted program but actually a part of William that couldn’t really wait for this ‘trap body to be completed (or he just wanted a way to harvest Remnant himself to speed up his full return).

This would tie into the fact that William Afton is mentally and physically falling apart, and has been for decades. The idea that he could split himself up to cover more ground (because I feel like he’s the kind of guy who wants to be close to the destruction he causes) sounds very appealing to him and he wants to make sure things get done ‘right’. So I don’t think ‘Vanny’ is really Vanessa, but actually a part of William that is powerful enough to take over a whole other human’s body.

As for her therapy sessions (worst therapists ever, btw - Fazbear Entertainment needs to vet these people ;p), Vanessa mentioned that she had an abusive father named Bill. Bill is obviously a nickname for William. But one of the therapists calls her out on the story and says that she made it up. It could be the Reluctant Follower part of Vanessa either coming up with an explanation for why she’s been messed up (as an escape of some kind?), or it’s an attempt at a call for help to say she is being controlled by a Bill - AKA William. An attempt that may have cost the lives of at least three of Vanessa’s company-provided therapists, if Afton knew what was going on and decided to cut off loose ends.

That’s what I’ve got, though obviously it can change if I can think of something better or game canon changes/is revealed (though that depends on what it is).

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #security breach #fnaf vanessa #fnaf vanny #william afton #headcanons #open to discussion #//abuse #//murder #//child murder #game typical violence #//mind control

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poisonedlovedarling · 2 years

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A theory that Patient #46 is Mrs. Afton.

So I’m really not sure if this has been suggested or if I’m missing details. Yet based off of what I understand in regards to the series, patient #46 is Fnafs Security breach tapes is actually Mrs. Afton?

The first piece of evidence that I have in regards to supporting this idea is kind of obvious. As well as easily dismissed, it's the fact that we don’t hear the patient's voice, so for all we know they could be a she. One that's not a child but perhaps someone an adult who is missing a few memories.

I mean most Dr’s and family members do tend to treat people like children when that person has deep memory loss.

Now Mrs. Afton was assumed to be the soul trapped in Ballora the ballerina. A soul we never saw the happy ending for. A soul and robot that could have potentially been taken to a new place. Hidden away in a room of her own to think, if the soul hadn’t been put into a new robot altogether.

Now we were never told the mom died but based off of clues we are told Vanessa's parents fought for custody of the kids. Calling the mom out and putting her down in court. This suggests that Mrs. Afton lost the court case and custody. Perhaps so much so that her kids died and she with them, going on to possess Ballora.

Then there’s the idea that the robot in the sticky note room has memory loss. Something that is a known side effect of Electroshock therapy. Electroshock like we see used on Ballora in Sister Location. If Mrs. Afton, as Ballora was electrocuted to the point of memory loss she could be just trying to regain more than just her memories but her family.

This memory loss is also another point that works in this theory if Mrs. Afton’s consciousness has been placed into a robot's body. One that’s not completely updated. Then she would need to go through a few fazes with her writing. Relearned not only the English language but aspects of their life. Things like presents and pizza appearing over and over in the sticky notes are prominent in her memories because first her kid died at a birthday party, and she as a mother is often around such things.

Her being in a robot body would explain the being able to hack so easily, using it to get her daughter to get a security guard position. The therapist's thinking it's odd that she can use the computer so well, works because you'd never expect the older generation to hack as easily as someone who grew up with the technology. Especially someone with such memory loss.

Now under this theory that someone was trying to put a family back together and who this someone might be, we can assume that it is someone in the family doing it.

Now the biggest plot hole that is presented in the theory is that patient #46 is Charlie or his sister. Why are they avoiding each other if one is working to bring the family together? Simple answer: they aren’t the ones pulling the strings, it’s someone else. This is why I think it could potentially be the mother.

Mothers are often seen as the glue or the heart of the family. So why wouldn’t Mrs. Afton try to spend her new life trying to rebuild the family she lost in such horrible ways?

Her goal could be to reunite her kids together so they can have the happiness she felt was taken from them. Charlie is scared of his sister because she is hunting him down. Mom brought them together to where her other son William is currently because it was easier to bring them to him than him to them. It also fixes why Charlie was so surprised to find his father underground. It’s because he didn’t know he didn’t bring him there, but the mom did. She even put her husband below the restaurant, because she knew how much he loved being in his dark basement. Beneath their house, like the pictures in the sticky notes are showing. A place outside her home. Home, home, home? Or just a variation on home sweet home? A popular saying for mothers to place around their homes, especially in the time period Mrs. Afton was potentially born in.

Patient #46 not liking flowers could be because she’s salty if not sad in regards to receiving them in the past. At least 2 kids were taken from her before their time, so at least two funerals where she probably received more than her fair share of sympathy flowers. She could maybe even hate flowers because her husband would only give them to her after he did something wrong.

Most studies on sociopaths and their relationships with their families do say that such people would often like to give gifts to their family members after they did something. Afton kills 7 kids and comes home with flowers for his wife. Afton spends weeks in the basement ignoring his family and brings his wife flowers to apologize. She probably knew something was off about all the flowers, eventually growing to hate them knowing they meant something bad had happened. That she’d hear about the next day in the news.

Now patient #46 likes dark places. Which is on par with Ballora, her room in the Sister Location. Ballora’s room was pitch black, but that doesn't mean she can't appreciate a sunny day. A day that her own children would go out and play in.

The sticky notes hold a lot of notes that point to the idea that the person who lives within that room is an adult. Notes that say ‘grown-ups only,’ Ballora has always been referenced as an adult from her design to the lullaby she sings being very motherly. Candy is among the things that are also drawn on the sticky notes which are mentioned as something the patient likes on the tapes.

On the sticky notes, the number three is repeated. Three being the number of kids she had, notes that say ‘you are my family,’ and happy being paired with faces of three people. She wants her kids to be friends again and play all day,

(Speaking of which one sticky note looks like a squiggly drawing but if you look at it closely. It kind of looks like Baby with her pigtails, crude as it might be)

In regards to the tape saying they like candy, what do mothers often carry around? Candy, for their children.

What I also think is that patient #46 is speaking in those tapes, because they aren’t patient #46 but instead are Mrs. Afton pretending to be therapist after therapist. Mrs. Afton could be changing her identity whenever Vanessa got suspicious or changed it when her own memories went. You’d only really have to change a robot's head to change its identity. Heads that line the walls of the sticky note room.

She as the therapist, she killed them off and replaced them. Mrs. Afton as the therapist made up her past to lie and cheat her way into the room by being patient #46 practicing the voice of the therapist. Ballora is known for her mimic voice program. She even mentions using a program that speaks, as a sort of self-therapy.

Then there are moments where she doesn't sound professional. Therapists aren’t typically supposed to take sides in such things and aren’t supposed to have personal connections with family members. Saying she knew Mrs. Afton and how it was unfair that she was cheated out of being in her children's lives. They’re supposed to be impartial parties.

What makes me think that she is just changing her face most and that she is just Mrs. Afton is that Michelle Moss played the voice of Ballora in Sister Location and if you read the credits she apparently voiced various roles in Security breach as well. Yet the only voices unaccounted for on the list are the therapist, which would explain the accents are wonky. The voices are all one voice, Mrs. Afton's voice.

In addition, we never hear patient #46 grab a candy we hear the therapist grab one but not the person who asked for one, why because she’s the only one in the room. The candy she offers is something Vanessa recognizes right away and knows the calorie count to because they were perhaps one her mother often had in her purse. Flowers she’d only leave around when Vanessa was in her office. She’d even mentioned a craft room in her basement. A room where she perhaps was putting together a family table.

This is why I think Mrs. Afton is the one that lives in that sticky note room. A mother who wants to put her family back together. The mother robot is put at the head of the table in the room. Where normally you’d find the father, but if she wants to take charge and bring her family together she’d see herself as the protector or the leader of the table.

#fnaf #fnaf vanessa #fnaf theory #theory #game theory #fnaf security breach #patient 46

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 3 years

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What if Bella and Renata changed places in the story? What would change?

... You sure you want me to answer that?

This, my friend, is the path to the heart of darkness.

First, for my sanity’s sake, when you say switch places I’m assuming that things like genetics/gifts are staying intact.

This is a meta to be written, but at least on some level, while gifts are informed by genetics they also are informed by what you need. Jane and Alec point to this as well as surviving vampires whose gifts were curiously helpful. Of course, there’s something to be said that perhaps this is survivor bias. The ones with helpful gifts survive because Afton was murdered. And there’s something to be said for that, and I do think that comes into play, but in a different meta.

RIGHT

What Happens to Bella

Bella is molested if not raped by her Uncle Luca.

Bella is groomed from... some point that’s worryingly early in her life, to be turned into a vampire when she’s an adult. Given Renata’s story and her gift, given Makenna’s centuries later, it’s highly likely that Uncle Luca rather than making a fellow “protector” of the family is taking tithes in the form of daughters to become his brides for a time.

And when I say highly likely I mean I can think of no other explanation where everything in the backstory lines up so neatly.

Renata’s saved from rape and molestation thanks to her gift. Bella’s gift is extremely powerful and versatile as well, however, while it does change to suit her needs it seems to rely heavily on precognition and mental protection. In canon, having Renata’s abilities would have made Bella untouchable by James, Victoria, and Laurent. Instead, she gets warnings through Hallucination Edward and precognitive dreams or else is able to shield herself entirely mentally.

As a result, I imagine Bella would have terrifying prophetic dreams growing up, in which Uncle Luca, the patron saint of the family that no one has ever seen, turns out to be a flesh eating demon who rapes her. She might even have a Hallucination Edward equivalent who tells her to GET THE FUCK OUT.

Bella is reassured by her entire family that everything is fine, Luca’s the family protector and certainly not a demon, and that Bella joining him when she turns 20 will be a wonderful thing.

As a result, Bella probably grows up a neurotic mess, probably just as isolated if not more so than she was in canon.

And then it’s too late.

As Luca’s pulling the same stunt he did in canon, I imagine the Volturi eventually show up. Bella is offered the same out she was in canon and, like Renata, I imagine she takes it desperately.

Only, given everything, she likely doesn’t have the same attachment to the family that Renata did. I imagine as a survivor of sexual assault who was sold off by her family, however unwillingly they did so or however much they were hoodwinked, that she wouldn’t know what to think of them. Not for a very long time, anyway. So, I imagine in this universe, Uncle Luca and all the humans who knew of him die.

Renata not existing, Bella is taken on as a bodyguard, and is a pretty good deal. She’s not Renata, who is the best bodyguard anyone could wish for, but she shields well from mental attacks and they can have someone like Felix be the muscle where appropriate. In this world, Aro probably actually would have some eventual use for Alice, as she could support Bella in predicting any direct attacks on at least the Volturi coven (Aro, Caius, Marcus, and the wives).

Bella is a mess for a very very very long time. While I like to think eventually she’ll recover, I can’t tell you what this would be. I think Bella would be extremely hesitant to ever take a lover or get married, and would instead devote herself to Aro’s protection with at least Renata’s zeal if not more so.

What Happens to Renata

For the sake of my sanity, to truly put Renata in Bella’s place, I’m imagining she’s Edward’s singer. You’re not living the Bella experience if you don’t have to deal with Edward.

Renata, in 2005 for reasons unknown, moves to Forks to live with her estranged father Charlie.

Renata attends Biology that first day of school where she’s very nearly eaten by Edward. Only, instead of Edward not being able to read her mind, he finds himself unable to get close to her. He can’t sit at her table, her gift sends him wandering in a drunken daze across the room and into the wall.

Edward is very confused, utterly humiliated, but he has no idea what’s happened. Part of Renata’s gift is that you don’t realize you’ve been deflected. You just suddenly find yourself not having approached Renata like you expected.

Edward probably tries to return to his seat, holding his breath, and thinking of Carlisle’s beautiful face (he seriously does this in canon). However, he’s unable to that time either, and this time Renata probably pushes him out of the room entirely.

Edward congratulates himself for unconsciously resisting temptation in the classroom (which would have been very bad and required his brutal murder of all the witnesses).

He’ll eat her after school.

Much like canon, Edward upon leaving school is probably able to clear his head enough to realize he does not have to eat Renata Swan. So he flees the state, lives with the Denali for the two days it takes to get sick of them, and comes back.

And here’s where things get... bad.

Presumably, Renata does not struggle with depression the way Bella does. Terrible things happened to her in canon, and it’s true we know very little about her, but for all she shadows Aro she doesn’t seem to give off those same depressed vibes Bella does.

Renata also, presumably, does not have the weird genetic quirk Bella does where she finds vampires a) not terrifying at all b) omg hawt.

Most people in canon, when they look at a vampire, see something that’s hauntingly beautiful but also wrong. Vampires are fucking scary looking. Even at their gentlest, they do not look right. Bella’s just... into that.

So, unlike canon, the second Biology class Renata looks at Edward in complete terror and Edward can read every thought through Renata’s mind that he tried to eat her. Edward has a complete existential crisis over this as Renata was witness to his most demonic side that he loathes.

Edward will never be with Renata the way he was with Bella because of this. Part of what appeals to him about Bella is that he can a) project a persona of his choosing onto her while thinking he knows her well b) she’s this angelic creature who sees the best in demons. Renata sees demons and sees demons.

Biology is awkward and terrible, Renata probably desperately thinks about switching seats, but doesn’t want anyone to sit next to Edward the demon.

Then the truck happens.

Much like Bella, Edward saves Renata’s life (and I headcanon that Renata’s gift actually allows for this due to the imminent danger coming from a truck rather than a person). Only, this time, there’s no excuse that he was secretly doing it for love, he’s doing it for that sweet sweet blood.

Renata is taken to the hospital, she’s seen everything, and Edward can see every thought in her head where she absolutely knows Edward Cullen is not a human being.

The family has their vote, only this time, it goes differently.

Renata would never let Alice play Barbie Bella, and thus, Alice does not see Renata as her future best friend forever. Nor does she see Renata becoming Edward’s future lover and mate.

However, Alice still votes no, because it’s not going to work. None of them are going to be able to murder Renata.

Edward is conflicted and votes no, but doesn’t have the reassurance that it’s because he’s in love, it’s secretly because he wants to eat her. He’s not admitting that to himself yet.

As in canon, Carlisle tries to think well of his ridiculous family, and tells Rosalie, “No, Rosalie, killing a teenage girl because you don’t want to move high schools is bad.”

Jasper thinks carefully about this, and tries to devise different schemes to kill Renata and gauge Alice’s opinion. Unlike in canon, he’s not given the two certain futures: Edward will eat Bella or Edward will turn Bella.

Jasper eventually decides to lace Renata’s house with explosives and, when she’s home (preferably if she’s alone but he’s alright with Charlie Swan as collateral damage) blow the place up from a distance.

Alice saw this succeeding, unfortunately, Edward and Emmett make a few decisions.

Jasper is blowing up a motherfucking house. The police chief’s house no less. This is the coolest thing the family has ever done. That Rosalie approves, while not saying as much out loud due to her abiding by Carlisle’s decision, makes this even better. Emmett wants involved, desperately, Jasper gives him some small task that he fucks up.

The wiring is done incorrectly, the bomb will never detonate.

Edward is now in full protector of the women and children (and blood bags) mode and plans to counter Jasper’s attack and confronts him and Emmett. They have the all out brawl that Alice saw in canon.

Renata wakes up in the middle of the night to find the family of demons fist fighting each other outside her house, having wired her house to explode. They have now gone past the point of no return, in a sense, where in canon Bella had had a car accident and would in time remember this as a very strange incident in her life, now the vampires have tried to blow up her house.

I imagine things continue to escalate as the witness now really has to be murdered. They fail every time, Renata lives in a paranoid hell where she can’t tell anyone that every night demons come to murder her in her bedroom.

Carlisle is appalled by everyone and eventually tells Renata the truth and offers her immortality.

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blametheeditor · 3 years

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David’s New Pet

Warnings: David being a grade-A douche bag. Mentions of people being treated as pets or pests. Cursing. Mistreatment of others. Mentions of death. Mentions of murder. Mentions of someone being an orphan. Mentions of someone not wanting to adopt someone. Someone having the lack of sympathy or apathy. Someone being extremely insensitive.

I have no intentions of making the situation something to not take seriously. I mean no harm with how I’ve written it. Just be warned it has trigger warnings.

Run Down: Will admit, this is fairly old writing, but I wanted to throw it, so have and angsty (though only semi-angsty???) David getting a new pet!

I absolutely refuse to write the entire stories that come after this.

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“Why are you always trying to get stepped on?”

David glares down at the human standing before him.

“Definitely not helping with the fact I think your species can’t even think past what animals do.”

He can’t see the minuscule expression, the form not even three inches tall, but frankly he couldn’t care less.

“And I will never understand why you think you deserve to even stand in my office. I’ll just be spraying pesticides to finally get rid of you pests.”

The business man raises an eyebrow when Fritz doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even move. Asshole, thinking he can get away with something like this and not pay the consequences. Of course the redhead is valuable, an exceptional coder who completes every task no matter what time restraint the giant gives.

The only real problem is the brilliant worker William Afton had on hand to be transferred between the restaurants of Freddy Fazbear’s is human. A lowly creature who doesn’t contribute anything but taking up vital parts of this world. Gives nothing to society, annoying beyond belief as he’s forced to watch his steps when walking around his own office of a business he owns.

“Are you even listening?” David demands, growling down at the unmoving teenager. Which, by the way, isn’t even in uniform.

Idiotic waste of his time. “As long as you’re here, I might as well have you do the one thing you’re not completely useless for.”

Again there’s no response as the giant carelessly walks ‘around’ the human and calls for Lefty. With that he ignores everything, phone out to text people who should actually exist in this fucked beyond repair world, leaning against his desk and ordering flyers and party supplies.

Finally the black bear appears in the office doorway. “Mr. Harrison, why is Mr. Smith crying?”

David hesitates, glancing up from his screen. “I don’t give a shit, frankly. I need him to update your coding on a new song, however, and him wanting to sob for no goddamn reason isn’t my problem.”

“And why is Mr. Smith here when he isn’t scheduled for today?”

...because he is?

“Fritz,” the business man snaps, growing exceptionally pissed off when he realized the human was apparently in his office just because. “Explain.”

“...my mum, my mum is dead.”

One less pest in this world, now that is good news.

“Condolences,” is said with an eye roll. And just why the hell does this have him receiving an unnecessary and unwanted visit?

“And I, I don’t have anyone that’s family here, here in the United States. So, so I’m getting put in the...the foster system.”

David grows still at that, listening to the strained voice making sure the sobs don’t escape even with the obvious pain.

“It’s been, really has been, been such a pleasure working for you, Mr. Harrison. But, but where I’m going, I’ll be...I’ll be unable to work for you any longer.”

The redhead slumps in despair at that, as if preparing to be stepped on, kicked or flicked across the room. Treated like the pest the giant before him has always claimed he is. Now that he’s useless, he’s bothering a successful man just because.

No shadow descends upon him, however.

...well, uh.

David glances back down at who’s about to be his former employee.

This is good. Great. He’s getting rid of a little pest he technically had been forced into hiring, having wanted to switch a pathetic human even if the giant coder wasn’t even 1% as good as Fritz. No more watching his step, making the world right again.

“When?”

He pretends not to notice the choked sob from the question. “They, they said if you need, need the standard two weeks to, to get another person to...to take my position-”

“You’re easily replaceable, human.”

David is only given a nod.

“Yes, Mr. Harrison.”

“You may go.”

Fritz sprints as fast as possible out of the business man’s office, wiping tears away as he runs, exiting into the hallway and continuing, needing to get out of the restaurant.

...he’s leaving.

The giant waves away the animatronic that’s now useless to him at the moment to follow after the little insect like a goddamn puppy. Never will he understand why such a thing would occur, a giant bear who frankly looks like he’s happily murdered a few children interested in such a lowly being, but he can’t think about that.

Much more important things to do.

...leaving.

“Fritz!”

David growls when the human doesn’t appear.

“Fritz!”

Now he’s getting piss.

“FRITZ!”

“Mr. Harrison!”

...why the fuck does his coder sound like Happy?

That’s because the frog animatronic is the one speaking. Her purple eyes hold an emotion the business man doesn’t want to even comprehend. Doesn’t want to attempt to register that even ‘sentient’ like all the other dumbasses of so called ‘night guards’ claim shouldn’t be able to show any kind of emotions. Not when their mouths aren’t able to form anything outside of a permanent smile. Bitch face in Lefty’s case.

David waves a hand, clearly not in the mood. “Out. I called for-”

“Mr. Smith, I know.” Shit did the expression get stronger? “He’s gone, Mr. Harrison. Remember?”

...oh.

“The little pest should be here. Didn’t give me two goddamn weeks.”

“He offered two weeks, Mr. Harrison. You didn’t take it.”

“He’s an absolute asshole allowing his mother to-”

David stiffens when the frog was no longer listening, not even in his office doorway anymore. Fine, go cry to Orville and tell the bastard he’s ‘being insensitive’. He doesn’t care. More free-time for him.

...fuck.

“This is Scott Cawthon.”

“You’re a father, right?”

The giant stares into space before slowly, carefully pulling his phone in front of him, staring at the fact that the human. Hung. Up.

On him.

“Scott! You LITTLE-!”

“David, shut up before I send Vincent to kick your ass.” The eldest guard waits until the sound of a mouth opening is heard. “Don’t make me hang up again.”

“Adopt Fritz.”

“...yOU-!”

The business man holds his phone away from his face as it becomes clear the innocent human has been talking to Mike too much. Being the less superior race is one thing, but getting tainted by the Fucked Up Night Guard is an entirely new low.

“Are you done?”

Scott nearly screams again before forcing himself to stop. “You adopt Fritz.”

“YOU MOTHER-! WAIT DON’T YOU PULL THAT FUCKING PHONE AWAY OR I WILL SQUASH YOU LIKE THE BUG YOU ARE!”

“David, you will either adopt the kid, or hope he’ll forgive you for everything you’ve done to him-”

“Done for him.”

“-done to him and be willing to work for you after he turns eighteen in two years and therefore able to live alone and not have a guardianship. I adore him, I really do, but I have my own children.

“And never would I force him to live with me when he’s clearly attached to you.”

“Well then I hope you’re goddamn happy, Scott, because-” David freezes, slowly feeling his shoulders slump if only a millimeter. “What did you say?”

The human hangs up yet again. He’s not immediately greeted by the angry sound of a phone ringing, however.

Attached to him. One, Scott screwed himself by making it sound like Fritz is a pet. Two...

“Greg, you’re in charge.”

“Fritz Smith?”

Said teenager flashes a bright smile even as tears threaten to appear, thanking the woman.

Bye Mike. Bye Jeremy. Bye Caleb.

The tears start forming around his eyes, unable to stop them as he continues walking toward the room’s door and exit into the courthouse.

Bye Scott. Bye James. Bye Eggs.

The first time he walked out of the room a man, woman, and little girl had greeted him, his temporary foster family making sure he had food, a place to sleep, supervision.

Bye Vincent. Bye Mr. Afton.

Now he’s going to be adopted, taken far away, or with parents who don’t want him working.

Bye-

“Mr. Harrison!”

Fritz’s wide smile stays in place even with the giant clearly annoyed by his enthusiasm, those hazel eyes as big as his head narrowed into a glare.

“You’re not supposed to be happy to see me h-”

Mike doesn’t acknowledge the murderous look aimed toward him from elbowing the business man. Not with his answer to the dumbass being “Douche Bag, you’re about to adopt the little fucker. And these bastards won’t hand his ass over if you threaten him.”

I hate humans.

But fine! He’ll behave. Especially when Fritz is looking almost horrified instead of overjoyed. Technically only David’s allowed to be disgusted with people and insects.

“Adopting?” the teenager questions. “You’re adopting me?”

“As a guardian,” the business man states, allowing it to almost sound like a threat.

“Why the hell did you think I came here?”

“I thought, you wanted to see me off.”

An eyebrow raises. “Well by all means, if you’d like some other-”

“NO!”

Scott smirks as the human actually manages to shut the egotistical giant up, shock coating the man’s face at the panic of going with someone else. That’s when David screws himself over. “Even if it was Scott?”

The business man growls when someone who should be fearing him stepping on them says he wants to be with the superior being. Not that he can blame Fritz, clearly he’s the greatest person alive. But pests should fear him, not think he’ll be a wonderful little guardian.

Fuck this I should just leave.

“Fritz.”

David watches over crossed arms as a human behind the counter summons his apparent new charge. About to become charge. Live in his house, eat his food, fuck it up. Can’t forget that wonderful part.

But, his head nods when...green eyes? He doesn’t care, when Fritz looks up before signing to state he’s in agreement living with someone a hundred times his size. And after Scott and Mike sign, vowing the man is responsible enough to not crush the teenager, they’re waved goodbye.

…huh. So, Fritz is his now.

Gross.

“Come on. I’m not going to make sure you keep up so run or get left behind.”

“Yes, Mr. Harrison!”

#g/t #FNAF Bois #giant #tiny #trigger warning #tw foster care #tw death mention #tw #you know #I don’t think I ever posted this particular story anywhere #it was mostly a slightly angsty rant #but I hope it’s liked!#look I promise the David gets softer #after much angst….#you have NO idea how many random and angsty stories I’ve writen with these two #MAYbe I’ll post ‘em one day #David’s New Pet #writing #BTE writing

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trashyswitch · 3 years

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Distractions On The Job

Michael Afton had been hired to work at the Circus Baby's Pizza World. It's only day 3, and he's already feeling uneasy about continuing the work. Things get stranger as he's distracted for a long while during his shift.

There are a couple swear words, but that's about it.

Though this fanfic idea was mostly my idea, I'm dedicating it to @planet--venus, and @youngdrawingweirdo (both on Tumblr) because Venus helped me, and they've both been awaiting this fanfic. And lastly: Shoutout to @agarus-fallen-lershal because...I love them! <3

[There is no need to check on Baby tonight. Please refrain from entering unauthorized areas. Proceed directly to Funtime auditorium.]

Michael looked to his right and watched the three floor vents open. He bit his lip nervously, but proceeded to spite his gut feeling. As his legs passed the entrance of the vent, the sliding door closed.

[FUNTIME AUDITORIUM MAINTENANCE VENT OPENED]

Michael stood back up in the pitch black room and was given a light of some sort. As Handunit started talking again, Michael clicked the button and to his horror: the light only flashed and turned back off.

[...Funtime Foxy is motion-activated. For this reason, it’s important to keep the room dark, as to not accidentally activate her-]

Michael scoffed. Of course he- SHE...is.

[You have been provided with a flash beacon. Use it if you need to get your bearings and to ensure you don’t bump into anything. However, use it as sparingly as possible.]

Michael flashed the beacon again and widened his eyes at the brighter-looking Foxy that was shaking her head rapidly and menacingly at him.

[Proceed forward to reach the parts and service room.]

Michael flashed it again and stopped to let the creepy, shiny version of Foxy go by. Michael let out a quiet sigh as he realized Handunit was now done talking. He waited a few moments and flashed the beacon, smiling slightly as he saw Funtime Foxy shaking her head farther away from him. Michael proceeded through Funtime Auditorium.

He kept an eye on how much he was using it, and made sure to flash it only when he desperately needed to. He waited a bit longer before flashing it again. Michael widened his eyes but continued to walk, despite the creepy Funtime Foxy’s shaking body getting closer. He flashed it again and smiled. The fox was no longer in sight.

He continued to take slow steps towards the far door across the auditorium. He was trying his hardest to be very careful and precise. It was a long process, but he was hoping it would be worth the paycheck...

Oh what the hell...Why would any place like this be worth anything?! Look at this place! It’s partially abandoned! Baby isn’t even a singer because she caused a death! And Foxy-

OH NO!

Michael quickly stopped and covered the beacon. Foxy had gotten so close to him! Very slowly, Michael uncovered the beacon and gave it a quick flash.

She was still there, but not as close. So, Michael slowly started to walk again. He took a couple more steps more before flashing the beacon. Closer, but still safe.

As Michael made his way through, he began to wonder: would Michael be able to just take a run for it without the beacon flashes? Or would that be too risky?

Michael flashed the beacon again, and revealed that Foxy was getting farther away. The door wasn’t very far from him. Theoretically, he would be able to get to the Parts and Service room quicker if he ran. And if he desperately wanted to get there faster, now would be the chance to do it.

Very well. Michael flashed the beacon at the door one more time…

Target acquired.

Michael dropped the beacon right where it was and started sprinting towards the door. He ran with no fear, yet no sight of where he was now. How far was he to the door? It shouldn’t be-

“OW!”

Michael flopped onto the ground and groaned in pain. His nose, head, chest and knees all hurt simultaneously. He wasn’t even sure if he could get himself up. Michael tried to reach up for some sort of leverage, but he couldn’t feel anything. Not even a doorknob.

Out of nowhere, a flash sound went off...A dim light reflected off the door for only a second before disappearing. Michael had looked up at the door just in time to see the fading light, and gasped in horror. Either he wasn’t the only human being in the room...or Funtime Foxy had just found the dropped beacon…

Shit.

Suddenly, a pair of hands had grabbed his ankles. Michael shouted loudly for help as he was pulled away from the door into the dark abyss that was the Funtime Auditorium.

“HELP! HEEELP! HELLO?!” he shouted.

But no one responded.

Michael started breathing heavily and started trying to fight and get himself away from the animatronic. “LET GO! RIGHT NOW!” He wiggled his body and kicked his feet as hard as he could to cause some sort of damage to the fox. But it only sounded like metal clanging with no damage being caused. His damned father made these animatronics way too overpowering…

Michael soon started to punch the animatronic. Half the time he was punching the air and hoping he’d hit something eventually. But other times, he was actually hitting something and making a clanging sound with his fist. The punches hurt a lot, and were probably making his fists all bloody. But why would he care about some cuts and scars if his life is on the line?!

Suddenly, one of his punches seemed to cause his arm to slide against something sharp. He tried to pull his arm out but to Michael’s horror: the sharp thing clamped down more on his arm.

“NO!” He started pulling on his arm desperately. “COME! ON! PLEASE!” He yelled with each pull.

His arm was completely stuck. The worst part was that he was able to predict what he’d gotten his arm stuck in. It felt like multiple sharp points being clamped onto his arm all at once. Only one thought came to his mind:

Metal teeth.

Michael grunted and growled with every pull. Yes, it hurt his arm to pull like this. Yes, it felt like pulling was creating more damage than the actual clamping. But he’s either getting out alive, or losing an arm trying.

But quickly, all his pulling paused as a thick, long nail started scratching at his armpit. Michael bit his lip and continued to try pulling again. But the scratching on his armpit was distracting him a little bit. “Foxy, p-please let me go. I’m sorry for disturbing you a-andyourpeacebut- aaAAAAGH!” Michael stopped pulling and covered up his mouth with his free hand. His eyes were squeezed closed as two more nails started scratching at his armpit.

Were they even nails? They sure felt like nails. They didn’t feel like the pointy nails you’d see girls wear to make it look like claws. They felt thick and rounded. But of course, he couldn’t confirm anything due to how pitch black the auditorium was. The man’s lips had started stretching out the sides of his face, giving him an uncontrollable, wide smile. His smile probably would’ve been noticeable outside of his hand. But again: the pitch black darkness hid that.

Despite that one tiny upside, the darkness was also working completely against him. This was further shown by how surprised and adrenaline-stucken he felt when the nails started digging deeper into his armpit. Michael let out a whimper of both surprise and restraint to hold his instincts back. It tickled so badly but he didn’t wanna break. He knew what Foxy wanted and he was NOT giving it to her.

But Michael could already tell this was not gonna end well for him. Funtime Foxy had chosen to scratch her long nails in the pit of the arm that was stuck, meaning he couldn’t put it down to cover it up. Even if he could, it’s likely that Foxy would just lift his arm up and tickle him more, making it even WORSE for the technician.

Michael started to let out small muffled titters. It was getting harder and harder for him to hold his laughter in. And Funtime Foxy wasn’t helping him one bit. In fact, Funtime Foxy decided to intensify things by digging a nail into his other armpit. Michael let out a muffled yelp and quickly removed his hand from his mouth to cover up his armpit with his arm.

Normally when someone tickles you, covering up the armpit with your arm leads to their thumb or finger getting crushed and as a result: either stops the tickling altogether, or leaves you being trapped in deep, endless tickles till you let their finger go. But when Michael covered up his one armpit...his arm COULDN’T crush her finger! Like, at all! The finger was still standing up, and digging into his armpit despite the arm pushing against it. There was just no stopping this fox from tickling him.

Michael’s smile started showing teeth and he finally started tittering and hissing. His laughter was finally breaking through the cracks, and he was NOT liking it. If he had proper control of his instincts, he would’ve stopped himself from reacting altogether! But nope! His body was yelling for him to breathe. But breathing would involve letting out the bubbles of giggles that were trapped in his lungs. So it was a win-lose situation.

But then...Foxy removed all of his fingers.

Michael let out a breath of relief. Thank goodness it was all over. He was so close to cracking too. If he had continued for a few more seconds of so, then he probably would’ve been a goner. But, he didn’t and now, he can rest in peace-

“NnaaaAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Michael screamed and bursted out laughing immediately!

Funtime Foxy’s fingers had touched back down on Michael’s body. But this time, on his sides. And on top of that, Funtime Foxy’s fingers had started scratching so rapidly, it felt like lightyear speed! That was what finally broke the man.

“OHOHOHO NOOOHOHOHOHOHO! FOHOHOHOXYYYYHYHYHYHYHY!” Michael shouted loudly and desperately.

All of a sudden, Michael’s arm was let go. “WELCOME, WELCOME TO THE FUNTIME AUDITORIUM!” the animatronic declared.

Michael squealed from being jumpscared, and instinctively covered his face with both his hands.

“MY NAME IS FUNTIME FOXY AND I HOPE, FOR YOUR SAKE AND MINE, THAT YOU’RE HAVING A WONDERFUL TIME.” Foxy declared next.

Michael shook his head as he laughed, not able to handle the intensely ticklish nails AND the deafening voice of Foxy all at once.

“I SEE HERE, WE HAVE A VERY TICKLISH BOY AMONGST US.” She added.

Michael whined in between his laughter at the ‘shoutout’ he got. “HEHEHEHEY! SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUHUP!”

“I WONDER: DOES THIS MAN HAAAAVE TICKLISH HIPS?” Funtime Foxy asked, looking at him with the white light in her eyes.

Michael gasped in absolute terror as he uncovered his red face. “No!” he whispered.

Foxy brought her nails up to Michael’s right hip and gave it a push. Despite his attempts to cover it up, Michael still instinctively jumped and let out a small yelp.

Foxy leaned her head closer. “I THINK THAT’S A YES.”

Michael quickly tried kicking Foxy and doing all he could to get the heck out of there!

“I SEE WE HAVE A TOUGH COOKIE! PERHAPS A LARGE WIGGLE WORM!” Foxy reacted. “IT’S BEEN A WHILE SINCE I’VE COME ACROSS SUCH A FIGHTING SPIRIT!” She declared.

Michael gulped and widened his eyes at the white small lights in her eyes. There was NO WAY he was getting out of this alive.

“PERHAPS A FIGHTING SPIRIT LIKE YOU SHOULD LEARN WHEN TO PICK YOUR BATTLES?” Foxy suggested.

Before Michael could properly reply, Foxy had started digging both her thumbs into his hips.

Michael SCREAMED and arched his back as he grabbed the metal thumbs. “NOHOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHES SOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUHUCH!” Michael shouted at him.

“WOULD’YA LISTEN TO THAT?! A WORTHY OPPONENT TO BEAT MY RECORD FOR ‘MOST LOUDEST VOICE’!” Foxy teased.

“YOHOHOHOU FUHUHUCKIHIHING AHAHAHASSHOHOHOLE!” Michael spat back at her.

“OH MY GOODNESS! EVERY BOY KNOWS YOU SHOULD NEVER SWEAR AT A WOMAN.” Foxy warned.

Michael wasn’t entirely listening due to his super ticklish hips being exploited.

“BESIDES:” Foxy stopped her tickle attack and gave Michael’s body a somewhat firm squeeze...then she brought him closer to her head and changed her eyes from a white pure color, to a deep red. “YOU SHOULD NEVER SWEAR IN FRONT OF CHILDREN.”

Michael widened his eyes and squeezed the animatronic’s cold fingers in pure fear.

[Eggs Benedict: It seems that you’re not yet at the Parts and Service room. I’m afraid you’re running out of time to perform your maintenance duties. We understand this is your first week, so we will let it slide. However, we still require you to fix Funtime Freddy. As a result: we will need you to work a couple hours of unpaid overtime, to get your duties done before 8:30 the next morning.] The handunit suddenly told him.

Michael was barely able to focus and listen for what the Handunit was saying, due to his predicament. Thankfully though, Foxy’s eyes went back to white and her fingers had loosened off again. But unfortunately, the fingers had also gone back to tickling.

“HEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHEHE!” He begged.

[I’m afraid I cannot understand you properly. Apologies for the error.] Handunit told him.

Michael growled in frustration and started kicking harder and harder to get the animatronic to let him go.

Wait, did he just say unpaid overtime?!

“FOHOHOXYYYYY! LEHEHEHET MEHEHEHE GOHOHOHOHOHO!” He begged.

“IT HAS BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE I’VE HEARD SUCH BIG BOY LAUGHTER LIKE YOURS. I’M USED TO HEARING LITTLE KIDS LAUGHTER.” Foxy told him.

“IHIHIHI KNOHOHOHOHOW!” Michael yelled back.

“I WONDER: WHERE ELSE ARE YOU TICKLISH?” Foxy asked as she stopped tickling.

Michael went limp in her arms and started panting heavily. Foxy held onto Michael with both her arms, and shown a light onto the limp man. Michael slowly brought his head up a little, only for his eyes to squeeze shut from the bright light illuminating from her eyes. Michael lifted his hand up and covered up his eyes with the back of his hand.

“OH! WHAT A WONDERFUL TICKLE SPOT SUGGESTION!” Foxy suddenly declared. Michael lowered his hand a little in confusion, before being overcome with laughter again. Foxy started scratching in his right armpit yet again, and even added scratching into his ribs.

“EEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! COHOHOHOME OHOHOHOHOHOHON!” he begged.

“OOOHOHOOO! I THINK SOMEONE’S A BIT TOO TOO TICKLISH!” Foxy reacted. “COULD IT BE THAT THIS BOY HERE IS TOO TICKLISH TO HANDLE MY PRETTY PINK FOX NAILS?” she teased.

“IHIHIHIT’S TOHOHOHOHOO MUHUHUHUCH! IHIHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT!” Michael yelled at her.

“HE CAN’T TAKE IT, HE SAYS! OH NO! WHATEVER WILL HE DO TO GET OUT OF THIS TICKLISH DISASTER?” Foxy teased further, not taking his plea’s seriously at all.

“PLEHEHEHEAHASE LEHEHET MEHEHE GOOOOHOHOHO!” He pleaded.

“OOOOOH! NOW HE’S STARTING TO BE POLITE! RUNNING OUT OF BREATH, PERHAPS?” Foxy teased.

Michael nodded his head as he started to fall into fits of cackles from all the tickling.

“PERHAPS A LONG BREAK IS NEEDED?” She suggested.

“YEHEHEHES PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” He replied hopefully.

Funtime Foxy finally agreed and stopped tickling Michael completely. Michael went limp in her arms and panted heavily in her arms.

“SUCH A POOR, TIRED SOUL. PERHAPS A NAP WOULD MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER?” Foxy asked.

Gosh...a nap sounded amazing right about then. But he still had work to finish up! He was thankful to be alive and breathing though. He wasn’t ignoring that small appreciation.

[Funtime Foxy. Please put Eggs Benedict down. You had your fun, and now Mr. Benedict needs to finish his nightly duties.] Handunit told her.

“OKAY, SWEETY.” Foxy replied, putting him down. Foxy gave him the beacon back and walked away. “HAVE FUN! AND COME HERE ANYTIME YOU WANT ANOTHER TICKLE OR TWO!” Foxy told him before bidding him farewell.

Michael rolled onto his back and scoffed at her last words. There was no way he was getting into that mess again.

Michael slowly got himself up again and used the beacon to get to the door. When he got there, he listened to every instruction and followed them to a tee. But when it came to grabbing the power modules, Michael noticed that Bonnie was bouncing around and not letting him grab it.

“Come on, little guy…” He told him softly. “Come on out…” He whispered.

Swiftly, a blue figure had jumped at his face and flopped onto his chest. “HEY! WHAT IS UP WITH ALL YOU CRAZY-” Michael yelped and widened his eyes as he stared at the blue puppet with part of his shirt in his mouth. “Bon Bon...let go.” He ordered. But Bon was feeling childish and mischievous.

The blue bunny refused to let go and instead, started burrowing himself inside Michael’s shirt. Michael jumped and tried to reach in and grab him, but it was too late! The evil puppet had already started crawling his half-body around inside and was tickling his belly and sides.

“HEHEHEHEY! HAHAhahahaha! Whahahahat ihihihis uhuhuhup wihihihith yohohou guhuhuhuys ahahand tihihihicklihihihing?!” Michael asked. “Thehehe ohohold ahahanimahatrohohonihics dihihihidn’t dohohoho thihihihis! Thehehey juhuhust sahahahang!” Michael reacted.

The little blue pupper let out a little giggle in reply to that.

“OH BIRTHDAY BOOOOY!” Funtime Freddy suddenly declared, leaning in with his eyes opened widely.

Bon Bon crawled out from Michael’s shirt collar. “Calm down, and go back to sleep!” he told him.

Freddy straightened his back again and closed his eyes. Then, Bon Bon popped out of his shirt and showed him the module. Michael smiled and took it from him.

[Great job. You’ve acquired both power modules. This completes your tasks for the night. Please exit the building through Funtime Auditorium, and we’ll see you back here again tomorrow.]

#eggs benedict is michael afton #ticklefic #ler!funtimefoxy #ler!bon-bon #lee!michael #background handunit #fluff #some humor

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saintjimmeh · 2 years

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So I’ve been getting back into FNAF lore, and I figured I should get my thoughts out on a few things. (Note: I’ll be using only the games that I’ve played, as those are the only ones I'm knowledgeable enough about to consider fully canon. So FNAF 1-4, Sister Location, Pizzeria Simulator, and UCN. Obviously your mileage may vary depending on what you consider canon. Also some of my ideas may have been confirmed or debunked by the novels; I’ve only read the first. This is all just speculation.)

First off, my idea of a possible timeline, from earliest to latest:

-FNAF 4 -FNAF 2 -Sister Location -FNAF 1 -FNAF 3 -Pizzeria Simulator -UCN

Explanations will be under the cut, as this is going to be really long. (Seriously, it’s nearly 4 pages in a google doc.)

FNAF 4 takes place the earliest, in 1983. I’m pretty sure that’s actually confirmed by Scott, but either way, it’s pretty well shoved in your face that that’s the year it takes place. Now, I’ve heard pretty good arguments for the player character being either the crying child or the older brother. I’m not ruling out the latter, but my personal headcanon is that you’re playing as the younger brother, and the nights are occurring after each minigame one at a time. The child is terrified of the party at Fredbear’s that he knows he’ll be forced to attend, which is giving him night terrors. Of course, his older brother isn’t helping. And by the way, just who are these two brothers? Well, this also explains the reason they’re at Fredbear’s so often: they are both William Afton’s children. The older brother is Michael, and the younger is his unnamed, youngest son. Elizabeth also appears as the little girl in the night 3 minigame (and also seems to be following in Michael’s footsteps of tormenting her little brother by telling him the animatronics come to life at night and no one would find his body if they killed him). I feel like at this point in time, there were few hints as to William’s true character, except to his own children. I feel like he was more neglectful than abusive towards them, though he was kind of an asshole parent, which Michael and Elizabeth took after. The night 5 minigame depicts the Bite of ‘83. There was no Bite of ‘87, as I’ll explain below for FNAF 2. But the event took place basically how Phone Guy described the Bite of ‘87: kid’s head was crushed by Fredbear so badly that it caused permanent damage to his frontal lobe. He survived in a vegetative state for a while before eventually dying. This event led to Michael’s complete turnaround as a person; he was so full of guilt for causing his brother’s death that he actively tried to better himself; this led to him taking a job at the new pizzeria in FNAF 2. This is also the most likely time for the springlock suits to have been in use. We see William putting an employee into the Spring Bonnie suit (and Spring Bonnie is also mentioned by a child in the night 3 minigame), as well as a person inside the Fredbear suit (which for shits and giggles I’m going to say is Phone Guy). I’d say around this same time at least one of the springlock suits failed and killed someone. Fredbear’s Family Diner was shut down for investigations; William was cleared but probably sold the diner to pay legal fees. Now, I don’t think he specifically designed the springlock suits to kill people, but they gave him the idea that he could use his animatronics for that purpose.

As I said, in FNAF 2 you play as Michael, working for his dad during the summer. I’ll admit, the one thing throwing that theory off is the fact that the player is named Jeremy Fitzgerald/Fritz Smith. Y’know what, I’m just going to say fuck it and that Jeremy is actually Phone guy and you’re looking at his cheque. Anyway. Much of my speculation on this game comes from hints in Phone Guy’s calls: “I want you to forget anything you may have heard about the old location… some people still have a somewhat negative impression… that old restaurant was kind of left to rot for quite a while.” It’s only been about 4 years since Fredbear’s shut down, and people are obviously still skeptical about a place where multiple people died due to negligence. “I'm sure you've noticed the older models sitting in the back room. Uh, those are from the previous location. We just use them for parts now.” William likely saw an opportunity to keep the old springlock suits around for “parts.” Everything the Phone Guy says about the animatronics’ facial recognition and not having a proper night mode is true. For the first few nights, the murders haven’t taken place yet, and therefore the animatronics aren’t possessed yet, they just have glitchy programming. At least, none are possessed… except for one. Prior to night 1, William made his first kill: Charlotte, whose spirit possessed the Puppet. While the animatronics were only connected to a criminal database, which obviously wouldn’t have had William at this point, either they witnessed the murder or the Puppet somehow gave her knowledge to them, and they saw him as a threat… and who might bear a familial resemblance to William? Michael. Hence their attempts to attack him. “I wanted to ease your mind about any rumors you might have heard lately… whatever is going on out there, and however tragic it may be, has nothing to do with our establishment.” Obviously people are going to talk about a little girl found murdered outside of a children’s pizzeria linked to another where deaths have occurred. Authorities haven’t connected them to William yet, but you know how rumors spread. The 5 child murders took place between nights 3 and 4. In the night 4 phone call, Phone Guy mentions that the animatronics are now acting abnormal around all adults, rather than just Michael. Phone Guy also mentions an investigation, which may either be for Charlotte’s murder or the missing children. After night 4 things really start to go to shit, with the building being on lockdown night 5 and the restaurant closed down on night 6. It seems like there are a few leads by night 6: “Someone used one of the suits. We had a spare in the back, a yellow one, someone used it…” so authorities and staff are aware of one of the suits being used to lure children… by the way, the only yellow suits seen at this point? Fredbear and Spring Bonnie. Now we see the real reason William saved these two. Judging from the animatronics’ AI in game, I’d guess that the childrens’ bodies were hidden in the withered animatronics. Especially after night 3, they are much more aggressive than the toy animatronics, and they give you a much shorter time window to pull down the Freddy mask. The toys are victims of malfunctioning facial recognition, while the withered animatronics are actively hunting you down. At this point I’d like to mention that I don’t think Phone Guy and William are the same person. Phone guy sounds legitimately freaked out during the night 6 phone call and overall doesn’t sound like he fully understands what’s going on with the murders. He’s also probably been traumatized from this event as well as the deaths from Fredbear’s, and so by FNAF 1 his own timeline of events is messed up. It’s canon that FNAF 2 is set in 1987, and I believe that Phone Guy has gotten the dates of the bite and the murders all jumbled, hence mistakenly referring to the Bite of ‘87 rather than ‘83.

Sister Location… hoo boy, Sister Location… there is a lot to work with here. For starters, this is the last game in which you see any of the Aftons alive. Between FNAF 2 and this game is when William really starts to experiment with gaining immortality, as well as even more gruesome ways to kill children (note that at least one of the springlock suits is here). This is why Circus Baby's Pizza World is in an underground bunker - the restaurant is actually a front for William’s laboratory. Anyway, we all know what happened to Elizabeth prior to the start of the game. Even though William is a monster, he did show that he really loved his daughter and tried to unsuccessfully keep her away from Baby. Elizabeth’s death gave him a lot of guilt, and caused him to become more distant from people - he didn’t seem to take an active role in running the restaurant, and also stopped caring about Michael. Aside from Baby, none of the animatronics are actually possessed. William designed them to be murder machines; they kill when they catch a person alone, and since you’re alone on the night shift… yeah. As for Baby/Elizabeth, there’s some dissonance from the innocent little girl heard before each night and the murderous one found in Baby. Before her death, Elizabeth had mellowed out in the 5-odd years since her little brother’s death, likely from both growing up and guilt at how she treated her brother. Then something in Baby’s programming corrupted her. I’ll actually talk more about this in another post I’m working on, about the animatronics’ personalities, but basically the Elizabeth and Baby personalities are clashing with each other. The “bad” ending is confirmed as the canon ending. Michael’s insides are scooped out and well, that tends to kill people. Ennard wears his skin to escape into the outside world, but the inevitable happens from wearing a literal rotting corpse, and so Ennard ditches the body and hides… somewhere for the next few decades. (And by the way, Ennard is really just Baby in a different form - remember that she’s the only sentient animatronic in this game. Which makes it really weird when you think Elizabeth and Michael’s souls were sharing a body for a while.) Elizabeth’s soul takes Ennard, while Michael re-possesses his own corpse due to something called “remnant”. I’ll admit I don’t know much about what that stuff is, but iirc it’s a substance that allows souls to bind with inanimate objects. Some of it inevitably rubbed off from Ennard.

Now we’re up to FNAF 1, which I’m guessing is set somewhere between ‘95-’97. Despite being the first game in the series, there’s actually not a whole lot to add here lore-wise aside from massive speculation. William has gone into hiding and has nothing to do with this pizzeria; it’s a franchise location. You play as Michael (but since you’re supposed to be dead, you use a fake name, hence why the name on the paycheque is Mike Schmidt. That also explains “odor” being one of the explanations for getting fired). The Golden Freddy cutscene in Sister Location reveals why he is here: “I found it… it was right where you said it would be. They were all there. They didn’t recognise me at first, but then… they thought I was you.” He was looking for the children, probably trying to find a way to free them, and right the wrongs his father had done. But they couldn’t tell Michael apart from William, hence why they try to kill you.

30 years later, most of the people involved in any of the horrors of Fazbear Entertainment have moved on, leaving the original restaurants nothing but a chilling memory. It’s been long enough that a theme park attraction isn’t even in bad taste. Once again, Michael is back to try and fix what his father did, as well as try and confront William. I’d also guess that some remnants of the children are in the attraction. The animatronics themselves are no longer whole, but you can find several of their heads scattered throughout the attraction… now remember in the good and bad endings, you see only the heads. That’s where the children are. Now, there’s a bit of gameplay-story segregation going on here. While the player has to do all the secret minigames to free the childrens’ souls, Michael has a much easier method: set the place on fire. After he was sure that the children and his father were for sure inside Fazbear’s Fright, he burned it to the ground, using the faulty wiring as an out. But… notice how in the Bad Ending screen there is a fifth head that isn’t there in the Good Ending, and Springtrap is revealed to have survived the fire. So William, the fifth child, and Elizabeth are still out there, bringing us to…

Pizzeria Simulator. The mastermind behind this game is Charlotte’s father, Henry, finally enacting his revenge against William. It doesn’t seem like he intended for Michael to take his job offer, but he did anyway, knowing somehow that the others would come to this pizzeria. And they do… Molten Freddy/the rest of Ennard: the fifth child; Scraptrap: William Afton; Baby (who was expelled from Ennard): Elizabeth; and Lefty: Charlotte. Henry is more successful in releasing their souls; he intentionally designed the place with no exit for the animatronics, no way to escape the fire that would destroy them for good and release their souls. Unfortunately, or more likely fortunately, this killed Michael as well (“although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that that’s not what you want. I have a feeling that you are… right where you want to be.”) This was the true end for the tragedies that started all the way back from Fazbear’s Family Diner. They’re all dead for good this time.

As for Ultimate Custom Night… William’s in hell, forced to relive the nightmare he created, night after night.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf lore

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like-rain-or-confetti · 4 years

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Request: Little Moments (Volturi leaders x Reader)

"My dear?" Marcus' voice was soft as he lifted your chin, forcing you to be captivated by his red eyes. "I may not have Aro's gift to see into your mind but that doesn't mean I’m blind. I can see you're thinking about something. It's distracting you from me. What is it, my love?" "Can I ask you something?" You asked."You can ask me anything you can think of, my love." Marcus pulled you into him, arms wrapping around you. "Does being near me hurt you?" You asked quietly, you hands resting on his arms. "I was told that needing to feed was a burning feeling in your throat that needed to be sated. So doesn't it hurt to be around me?"

A ghost of a smile was on Marcus' face, his gaze softening more than you thought to be possible. "My sweet darling, the longer we've existed meant the more control we have." Marcus leaned his forehead against yours. "When you're faced by food, do you lose control and have to eat it?" You shook your head. "It's very similar. We can smell your blood, your scent and we choose not to feed on you. Think of it like the times your stomach rumbles when your hungry. It takes years of control and practice to become as good at is as we are but we'd go through the worst form of torture just to spend a minute with you. It would hurt us more if you weren't here." Marcus kissed your forehead. "Your gift tells you that?" You asked in awe. "Your bond to us is cherished and I can see how strong it is to each of us. I can see how much we mean to you as well. There is no secrecy, any changes you feel- I know about." Marcus pulled you into his chest, his chin resting on top of your head as you both slight swayed. "I know there is something else you want ask or tell me. You know you can." You exhaled. "I just don't quite understand why it's me?" You asked meekly. "What do you mean darling?" "I mean, take Heidi for example, she's beautiful and just like everyone else in this castle, she's perfect at all times. All vampires are. Not to mention I can't do even half the things vampires can. So I don't understand why you'd want me when you have many more options that would be more... convenient." You said. Marcus chuckled lightly. "I could strongly disagree with that but instead I'll tell you this. No vampire or any other human on this planet is like you and no one could try. You might not be as strong or fast as us in this moment but you are just as important. If not arguably more considering our bond as well as it being much easier to lose you." Marcus cradled your face in his hands. "Not to worry, we're making preparations and will be fixing that very soon." You wrapped him into a hug. "We best be leaving, dear. Caius is awaiting your arrival in the throne room."

As Marcus had said, Caius and Aro were in the throne room. "Ah our dear, (Y/N)." Aro moved quickly to take your hand into his own, scanning your thoughts as he always did. He cracked a smile smile. "You are precious, my dear." He said, clearly responding to your conversation with Marcus.

In sync, Marcus and Aro moved to their thrones whilst Caius walked towards you. Whilst there wasn't a smile on his face, he wasn't scowling, his eyes soft towards you and you alone. "Come with me." Caius put a hand to your back guiding you out the door. "Where are we going?" "Well, you wanted to see more of tour world and that got me thinking that perhaps you'd like to see the guard at work." Caius slightly smirked at your confused expression.

Caius slid his hand into your own as he lead you down some stone steps. "I always forget how much of this castle is underground." You said mostly to yourself. "Although I don't think I've been down here before." "You haven't, Cara Mia." Caius responded. "We hadn't allowed it in the case you got hurt but seeing that I will be with you. I don't think it'll do any harm." As you turned another corner Caius' grip tightened slightly. "Stay close to me at all times, never leave my side and only let go of me if I let go of you." You nodded.

Caius wasted no time pulling you into his side as the doors opened and your eyes widened. There was only an assortment of grey and black blurs moving faster than you could keep up with and some swirling into others. It took you minute to realise that these blurs were people, more specifically the Volturi guards moving faster than the human eyes could pick up.

Your suspicions were confirmed when Santiago halted a few feet away, looking in the other direction before taking off into a blur again, another grey blur chasing after him. "Is this...all of them?" You were certain there had to be fifty people in this very large room "These are the permanent and higher ranking guards." Caius explained. "Many of these guards reside here in the castle."

Your gaze caught a hold of Afton, a quiet blonde haired man who was always very polite with you. He moved with ease and speed you couldn't process. He stopped smirking before he was gone in the blink of an eye. You looked in the direction he had before your eyes landed on Chelsea, a red headed girl who seemed almost pleased when she was grabbed by an invisible force that tried to pin her. Surprisingly, she seemed to gain the upper hand and Afton was suddenly in front of her, holding her in place. The two grinned at each other, both of them keeping a solid grip on one another.

A swirling black mist caught your attention, weaving itself in spaces between people. It took you a moment but eventually found Alec on the far side of the room, seemingly practicing his control over the mist rather than trying to actually get anyone. Seemingly confirming your thought, Jane was moving at random, even swaying and twirling at times as her brother weaved his mist around Jane but making sure it never actually touched her or anyone else for that matter. "This is amazing." You breathed. Caius looked down at you with a ghost of a smile on his face. He traced a light pattern onto your hand. "It'll be a completely new experience when you're changed. Come, we must leave them be. They've settled since you're in here. They have to be careful." "I wouldn't have thought they noticed I was here." Caius chuckled. "Oh they know dear. Come." You smiled brightly squeezing Caius' hand. "Thank you for bringing me down here. That was amazing." "You are more than welcome, my love." Caius said smoothly, kissing your knuckles.

You found Aro in his private study, the door was open and you couldn’t help but smile from the doorway. "Ahhh, my dear sweet (Y/N). I trust you've enjoyed seeing our guards train?" "It was amazing. I can't- I still can't believe what I saw." Aro hummed in amusement. "Although, I haven't heard or seen much of you today. That's quite strange." You teased slightly and Aro looked up at you with an amused smile. "I thought you'd enjoy the peace cara mia." You hummed. "You can be peaceful when you want to be, Aro." "Yes...that's true." Aro agreed after taking a moment, seemingly thinking about the statement. Aro closed his book, sitting it on the table. "Come sit with me, cara mia."

You wasted no time but instead surprised him when you kicked your legs over his and pulled him to lean against you. "I could have sworn you knew how to sit on a chair." Aro teased slightly. "Why do that if I can do this? If you were opposed, you'd have stopped me." You retorted and he chuckled in response. "I never said I was opposed." Aro smirked before caressing your face with the lightest of touches.

Your communication with Aro was the most unique of all. Skin contact never bothered him, even if he had been bombarded with someone's life story, just by a quick brush of their fingertips. He actually seemed to enjoy it, knowing every common to the most private thing about a person. With you it was completely different, he had seen your thoughts many many times always lingered with you. He always had since he noticed that the two of you could communicate like a conversation and you didn't have to say a word. You thought perhaps it was because it was more special to him. Only he could know what you were thinking in that time, no one else. They were for him and for him alone.

It didn't take long for Aro to ease even closer to you, closing the gap between you both. His forehead tested again yours and for good measure his fingers snaked up your sleeve to lightly touch your wrist. You couldn’t help but look into his eyes and fall in love with him all over again.

You never thought that bonds as strong as yours with Aro’s could have ever existed with someone over a thousand years old. The immediate thought was that you’d have nothing in common and that would be the barrier. However that wasn’t correct. Aro was intimidating when you first met but whilst he was eccentric- that was a part of his charm.

There was so much more to Aro that others didn’t get to see and whilst you felt pity for that, you couldn’t help but be relieved. He had given you his trust to show a side of him that no one could see. Aro made you feel safe and secure whilst he turned your world upside down. He saw beauty in almost everything, a burning curiosity and determination that was contagious.

You’re thoughts were halted when Aro quickly pressed his lips to yours. That was when you remembered he knew what you had been thinking as soon as you thought it. You couldn’t help but smile slightly into the kiss. He wasn’t like other people. That you were certain of. You had no doubt that if anyone else had access to someone’s mind in the ways he did that they’d quickly become intolerable by breaching their privacy. Ironically enough, Aro didn’t even though he knew everything his didn’t use it against you or even act like he knew every tiny little detail of your life. He didn’t want to know from his gift- not with you. With you, he wanted to hear it from you.

Your mates were unique, peculiar and had outlived more than you could have possibly imagined. You were fascinated by them and funnily enough...they were as fascinated with you too.

#request #twilight #volturi #the volturi #aro volturi #caius volturi #marcus volturi #reader #one shot #oneshot

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cheerysuery-moved · 4 years

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(He do be staring at you like you’re the love of his life doe)

(Edit! Made his eyes bigger+ extra smaller details)

Mikey!!~💕💕 go be incredible you funky retro fellaaa,,,🥺🥺🥺😳😳 I have said this once and I’ll say it again, I would die for him

(Some design aspects I got inspiration from!: @vanniez-playland @technicianz (hi you guys are really talented people and I admire you a lot💕 keep being the great artists you are!)

- - so before I say anything else, I would really appreciate if you would reblog this! This is my first drawing in Procreate, and I’m really proud of this and a reblog would make my morning much better than it is at the moment :D - -

waaahhhh did this with Elizabeth so I’ll do it here! Headcanon time! (p.s you won’t get anything incredibly detailed tho that’s for my au hehehe >:3)

• Mike’s full name is Michael William Afton (THE IRONY OF THE MIDDLE NAME IS SO MUCH I DIDNT WANNA MENTION IT BUT YOU CAUGHT ME-) and he’s the oldest child of the Afton family, and, of course, he’s the foxy bully. He was born in 1969 between June and August of that year. Oh yeah and he’s also an androgynous/genderqueer pansexual man! He/him+ sometimes they/them pronouns!❤️ And since the art I put here is just a simple sketch, I’ll describe some of his features here;

• He’s actually American, not British, his eyes are a sorta indigo, like his father’s. His hair is a light, less saturated caramel color (so basically dirty blonde). His freckles aren’t as obvious as his sister’s, Liz. Actually, he looks a lot like his mother rather than his father, basically everything about him he takes after his mother except for his eyes, which belong to Will.

• Now, for his personality; a bit of a spoiler but Mike’s personality changes a lot throughout his character arc, from him as a kid, he was reckless and mischievous but never meant any real harm; then, from after killing his brother in ‘83, he became quiet and anxiety-ridden and with the extra weight of the death of his mother and sister, also added on William becoming cold and neglecting towards him; (and after some important story twist happens in the story-) Mike becomes a complete reck, even more of a terrible mental state than he was before. But, fortunately, slowly but surely, he healed and became a much better person!

• He’s incredibly humble and caring and a chilled out person who doesn’t take any kind of crappy behavior from anyone, and, he’s also very family/friend oriented, he’ll do anything for the people loves. He’s very cheesy and he knows that! But if being “alive” for 40-50 years have told him anything, it’s always better to be like that than like his father.

Alright, I think I’ll stop here now, I’m not having the best morning so far and I can’t think of much else to mention that isn’t spoilery :v cya!

~~~mutual taglist, you can ask if you wanna be removed or added on to the list anytime!~~~

@vanniez-rainbow @phonymike @honk-honk-crispy-corn @the-artist-kid @animdude-official @xmang0-m0rguex @cry-ptidbaby @moltenstars

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creepyalienghost · 3 years

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Johnny’s summer Job ch2

At around 7 at night, Johnny begins to start preparing for his first day. He went to the kitchen to make a sandwich for later tonight and added chips, snacks and some drinks in a bag, tying it closed. Then he headed to his room and changed into his work uniform and headed out, saying Goodnight to his uncle on the way.

He arrived at the restaurant half an hour earlier, like how his boss wanted for his first time so he could go over the rules and show him around. He looked around the nearly empty place and sees his boss walking tours him with a big cheerful smile. “Johnny! Welcome back!”

Johnny smiled right back at him, feeling excited about his first job. “Thank you Mr. Afton.” He replied.

“Oh, you can just call me William, alright?” William inform the young boy. “Everyone calls me William!” He chuckled.

Johnny nodded in response. “Yes sir. Alright, William!”

At that William gave him the run down of the place, leading him to the first spot as he tells him the details of his job as a maintenance man. “Alright Johnny. Your going to mainly be working with the robots here.” He said as Johnny listen closely. “That means Fixing them, cleaning them, doing everything to make sure there ready for the next day, understand?” He looked down at Johnny.

Johnny nodded nervously as he payed close attention to his boss. William must of picked up on that nervousness or something because of what he said next. “But don’t worry. Your not on your own here. You’ll be working with Lacie. She knows what to do.”

They came into the break room where they were a row off lockers on one wall, a small kitchen area were you can put your food on the opposite wall, and a few tables in the middle. “The fridge is for y’all to put your food in and then pick your locker.” William told him. Jack did so, putting his dinner in the fridge and picking his locker. William wrote his name on the locker as Johnny looked at the other names. Michael, doll, Jeremy, Sammy and Lacie.

Once William was finished, they begin the tour and meeting the faces behind the names. Michael works at the desk, Jeremy was the janitor, doll was waiter, Sammy works the prize Corner and Lacie works maintenance. The same job he would be. “She’s your partner here.” William explain to him. “If you have questions about what to do ask her.”

Johnny nodded at his boss’s instruction. “Yes sir, William.”

William smiled kindly. “Now I’ll let you two get to woke in here. Lacie knows the schedule tonight.” With that, William leaves them.

“Alright-“ Lacie said, grabbing a clipboard and reading though the night’s list. Johnny turns around to Lacie for the first task. “First we fix the toilets handle in the main bathroom. “She explain as she read down the list. “then the light in the kitchen needs to be changed and lastly we watch the Robots.” She finished and turned to Johnny. “Let’s get to work”

Johnny helped her carry some of the tools they needed as they head to the bathroom. Together they worked on fixing the handle of the toilet, then after they headed to the kitchen and changes the burnt out light. After they finished with that they filled up a bucket each and grabbed a rag, heading to the main stage. “You clean Bonnie and Freddy.” Lacie told. “I got foxy and chica.”

“Alright.” Johnny nodded, stepping up on the stage and setting down his bucket next to him. He grabbed the soapy rag from the bucket and started scrubbing the dirt, and nasty food off of Freddy. He didn’t mind much. He even started humming a toon that was stuck in his head. After a few minutes though he saw something strange. On the back of the robot was some red stuff smeared in. He looked closer at it because it looked dark. To dark to be Pizza sauce. “Hey Lacie.” He called out. “What’s this?”

Lacie came over and gave a look herself for a good minute. “That’s just Pizza sauce.” She replied, waving it off. “That happens a lot. Don’t worry about that. Just clean it off.

Johnny looked at her with an off look. “Are you sure?

Lacie shrugged her shoulders. “It’s not my business. Nor yours. He wants us to clean the animatronics and fix a few things while paying us good money to.” Lacie replied. “Besides it’s most likely just kids who have pizza sauce in on their hands.”

Johnny nodded and continued cleaning the bear. She was right anyways it’s just pizza sauce. Why wouldn’t it be? This is a safe place for children and adults. Nothing bad would ever happen in a place like this.

He soon cleaned up all the stains on the bear and moved on to Bunny next to it. He dipped the rag and started working on a stain on the bunny for a while. As he cleaned he noticed moment from the corner of his eye and turned to look. “What the..”

“What’s wrong?” Lacie ask from pirate’s cove.

Johnny faced her for a second then turned back to the empty room. “I thought ...I thought I saw a kid running down the hall...”

Lacie looked around the room for a minute in silence. “It’s just because it’s dark and we’re the only ones here now.” She looked at Johnny. “The dark plays tricks on you.” She smiled.

Johnny chuckled. “Thats true. Let’s finish this up. I am getting freaked out.” He chuckled

Lacie chuckled as well and nodded. Soon both of there shift were completed, ending at 2am. They both got their belongings and headed to the door when Johnny felt for his phone in his pocket, stopping. “Wait. I lost my phone.” He said, looking at her. “You can go I’m going to go look for it.”

“Alright.” Lacie nodded. “See you tomorrow.” She waves at him as she excited the Restaurant.

Johnny back tracked the spots they were at and worked to find his phone. He looked in the employee room first and found it empty. The bathroom and kitchen was the same way. He continued searching and eventually found it near the bear, picking it up. As he did so he started hearing footsteps and muffled voices commenting from down the hall and approaching. He thought no one was supposed to be in the building at this time and didn’t want to get harmed by a robber or a bad person. He quickly and quietly hid behind the bear just as William and Sammy walked, talking.

“W-What do I say this time, William?” The boy asked, looking up at their boss. Johnny noticed the sound of either shame or fear in his voice.

“If they come-“ William said. His voice was less kind like it was towards Johnny earlier and more dark. “Just tell them you haven’t seen the child. Then come get me. Understand?”He popped a cigarette in his mouth and lights it as they unknowingly pass Johnny.

“Yeah...” Sammy said with his head hung low. “I understand.”

Without another word spoken the two went down the hall, getting farther away from Johnny now. He waited a little bit longer to make sure it was actually safe before he snuck out of the restaurant unseen.

#bendy and the ink machine #lacie benton #Johnny

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rayveewrites · 3 years

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So as a simultaneous end of the year/ completion of Golden Echoes/ launch of Buried Gold celebration, I thought it would be neat to go through every chapter and post my favourite line/phrase/sentence/paragraph/etc from each. Why? Is this a genuine celebration? Do I think I’m funny and laugh at my own jokes? Am I actually just procrastinating? Yes. (Very obviously spoilers for the entire fic.)

Prologue: Lost Darkness, pierced by the faint glow of sunlight through the holes in the ceiling. The sound of dripping water, pooling in the centre of the room.

Prologue: Found It remembered a time of life and colour, when it danced and played and sang, when children flocked around him and fed off its happiness and energy and gave him their own. Would it ever experience that again?

Prologue: Name Old, brittle bones grinded. Rusted metal sounded against the tiled floor. Colourless eyes softly glowed silver.

Returned ...whoever thought it was a good idea to create a horror attraction out of the actual murders of actual children needed to have their heads readjusted. Forcefully. With a mask full of crossbeams and wires.

Exploration ...servos and circuits, they had been at this location for an hour and Freddy was already having a terrible day. Also it was 10 AM. The location operated at night. Why.

Darkness So young, and left without a voice. I ask you now to make your choice. Clean the tiles of blood and tears? Or let them suffer with their fears?

Void He called up a memory, of turquoise eyes and golden fur, of whispers in the night that meant nothing and everything, of a feeling of happiness, that nothing would ever change, because the world was already perfect.

Balloons Of course this place has wonky physics.

JJ “So let me get this straight. A potentially dangerous supernatural rabbit wants me to take a cryptic message to a potentially dangerous animatronic rabbit, and then somehow convince the other potentially dangerous animatronic rabbit and his potentially dangerous animatronic friends that the first potentially dangerous animatronic rabbit is not, in fact, the definitely dangerous child-murdering serial killer who’s...somewhere else. Have I got all that?”

Rabbit Part of his mouth twitched, as if he was trying to make a facial expression, but couldn't.

Arcade The Void was not cooperating.

Parts Things had always seemed much brighter when they were two.

Guard Whatever came to one or the other's mind, in the breaks between people coming through and Sam playing creepy sounds over the speakers because 'a couple of teenagers are smooching on cam six, do they you realize I can see you, jesus christ, why are you even snogging in a horror attraction anyway, I really don't get the appeal, I swear to god-' or something along those lines, anyway.

Adventure Peace wasn't a feeling the ghost had had for a very long time.

Notes ...it had been a handful of wild yellow daisies a little girl had found, and he’d woven them into a ‘flower crown’ (actually more of a flower bracelet- the girl had picked as many as she could hold, but children had small hands) and put it on Fredbear’s hat when his partner wasn’t looking. Fredbear had promptly worn it all that night and the next day, daisies and all. Spring hadn’t been sure if he’d noticed or not, but either way, it had been very cute.

Cupcakes If the kid wanted a dinosaur, the kid should get a dinosaur, as far as he was concerned. Clothes were clothes. Why did people kick up such a stink about it sometimes?

Tapes “Uh, hello? Hello, hello! Uh, there’s been a slight change of company policy concerning use of the suits. Um, don’t.” “Oh gee,” JJ muttered, “imagine. It’s almost as if they were giant metal deathtraps.”

Talk ...she didn’t need to understand every aspect of Springtrap's life. That was Springtrap’s job, and he was apparently terrible at it.

Performance “It smells like something crawled in there and died.”

Gold Fredbear had been Springtrap’s heart and soul; as much as he loved the children and gave each performance his all, his real reason for living was in the bear who sang beside him. Springtrap remembered singing on stage, a guitar in his hands and love in his soul. He remembered stolen kisses in the night, waltzing on cool tiles with music nobody else could hear. He remembered stealing Fredbear’s hat dozens of times, running off wearing it and giggling like a small child himself. He remembered quiet nights, when the only sounds were his guitar and Fred’s soft humming, sometimes the same tune, sometimes not, but neither of them ever cared. He remembered curling up together, watching stars twinkle in the night sky beyond the walls of the little diner, and truly believing that the time they had together was infinite.

Stage He was holding something. He looked down, opened his hand and saw a gleaming purple microphone, accented with gold. It had been years, decades, since he had last seen it, but he recognized it. He knew what it meant. "Even after everything, I’m still with you."

[Note: this is also the chapter that contained Springtrap’s poem. I’m quite proud of that one, despite how much of a pain it was to write. So, honourable mention]

Notes [Note: wait, crud, there’s two chapters named Notes? I’m gonna have to change one of those later.]

Maybe she just needed to hit something.

Knife [Note: I forgot to actually title this one in AO3. Welp. Better fix that later]

It was slightly strange, a Freddy’s-related crime that was just… basic burglary. It was always the unusual crimes that happened- murder, manslaughter, OSHA violations (so many OSHA violations). But theft? That was new.

Shadows

They lapsed back into silence for a moment. “So, this place… is it real?” In a fashion. It was created from your memories of what is gone. “So… if Fredbear isn’t here…” He is unreachable. “Where?” I cannot tell you. “You don’t know, do you.” The Shadow-Bear was silent, telling Springtrap all he needed to know.

Puppet RWQ… Yes? Stop tormenting the rabbit. You’re no fun. Puppet? She hissed at the purple bear. Stop tormenting the rabbit. “And why would I listen to you?” Because, Shadow Freddy said as the Puppet was slowly levitated up into the air, all four limbs flailing, he’s needed. And also, you are being, as Springtrap so eloquently called RWQ earlier, an asshole.

Voice Specifically, it was more a mixture of blood, rotting flesh, and whatever other bodily fluids lingered in William Afton’s partially mummified decomposing head and was accessible via Springtrap’s mouth, without opening said mouth to the point where someone would notice said partially mummified decomposing head. [Or] Springtrap was displaying remarkable self-restraint. First, he hadn’t punched the Puppet in the face for threatening his friend’s life. Then, he hadn’t punched the Puppet in the face for implying he had a problem with the golden bear. Now, he wasn’t squeezing the life out of JJ in a hug.

Ghosts “No. The thing is, I’ve never had a name I felt truly fit before it. I can’t be Bonnie any more; the Classic model has taken that name, and he is welcome to have it. Spring Bonnie was the name the Man Behind the Slaughter used; I never truly referred to myself with it. Some employees called me Golden Bonnie, to fit with the whispers of a Golden Freddy, but that was never truly a name either, although I suppose I could have gotten used to it eventually. But Springtrap? It lets me keep my past, and it lets me have a future. Sure, it’s a little odd, but I don’t mind. I kind of like it. It’s unique.”

Humans Oh, Spring has a key. That explains where the spare went! When did he get that? Jake’s been looking for it for ages. Not that it’s my business. He says he technically works here, so it’s not stealing. Cheeky. He’s right though.

Henry “I’m not sure whether I should be pissed about the weird way he’s been constructed, or impressed he hasn’t collapsed yet. What the hell is holding him togeth- wait what the hell is that.” Springtrap winced. He knew he should’ve warned them beforehand, but he still tended to hide the rotting corpse. It was instinctive, a sort of habit- born from the fear he would be scrapped is the workers found out, and increased by the fact he was being blamed for murder.

Sound No matter how bad Springtrap’s eyesight could get, no matter how often his joints locked up, Springtrap had always had his rabbit hearing. It had saved his life several times, back when the Classics were hunting him. He had figured out a basic method of echolocation for when his eyes were useless. He relied on his ears, and now they were letting him down for the first time in his life. It scared him.

Doors “Freddy! We have a problem!”

Attack He did. He needed a hand. God, it hurt. Where was his arm? Was that his arm? No, it couldn’t be. He was gold. Not green. Or maybe it was. It was hard to think. Thinking. What a strange concept. The Greeks had invented thinking, hadn't they? Why would they do that?

Rest There were voices. Voices. His voicebox had lungs. His lungs were in his spine. His spine was being held together by lungs. His spine attached to his legs. He had no legs. He heard voices. He couldn’t hear. The grass was nice. Cool. Soft. Green. Like his eyes. Not like his eyes. Like his fur. He had no fur. Like his plush. His plush was green. Or gold. Or red. Or brown. He couldn’t remember which. Maybe it was all of them There was a breeze. It was nice. Warm. Hot. It was sunny. The sun was a star. He liked stars. Stars meant Fredbear. And dancing. Where were his legs? He wanted to dance with the stars. Or with Fredbear. Fredbear. His Fredbear. He missed Fredbear.

Epilogue: Box Smeared down the plaster, it started about six feet up, and grew thicker toward the ground. It looked like Springtrap, or the Purple Guy, had slid down the wall until they were sitting. The tile beneath was stained heavily, and Freddy marvelled at how much blood was in a human body.

Epilogue: Opening ... no killing. That was the new rule. It was a strange one, for Master, but he supposed Master knew what he was talking about. He had changed, too; he had scratched behind his ears a couple days ago and it had felt so good.

Epilogue: Spark He remembered a time of life and colour, when he danced and played and sang, when children flocked around him and fed off his happiness and energy and gave him their own. He would experience that again.

#Golden Echoes

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pretty-rad-arson-dad · 5 years

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Rise and Shine

Back to some Willry wholesomeness. This is also old as shit.

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"Hello, Charlie. Is your father awake?" William Afton stood at the front door, looking at his business partner's young daughter through the tiny crack in the door. "No." "Well can I come in?" William asked the child. Charlie gave the man a toothy grin as she opened the door all the way, allowing the man to enter. William stepped into his friend's home and looked around. He hadn't really ever been over to Henry's house before, as he had never had a reason or excuse to, but today he needed to talk to the man about some things and drop something off that the younger man had left at the pizzeria. Also he had heard that Henry had gone out drinking last night and wanted to check up on him. As Charlie closed the door behind them, William asked the 7-year-old where her father was. "He's in his bedroom up the stairs." Charlie replied. "His door is shut." William thanked the girl and made his way up the stairs and over to the door. "Henry?" he called, knocking. "You awake?" When the man received no response, William quietly opened the door, once again saying his partner's name but now a little softer. He saw Henry, his body sprawled across his bed and tangled up in his sheets. William smiled and chuckled to himself. How cute. William approached Henry and began to lightly shake the man. "Henry, wake up." Henry let out a sleepy mumble. "Henry please..." William shook the man a little harder. "Mmmm... Sammy?" Henry mumbled, still asleep. "No... It's me, William Afton." Henry hummed unconsciously. "I know him." William rolled his eyes and was about to head out of the room to go get a cup of water to throw on the man but Henry continued to talk. "He's cute. I like him." William stopped in his tracks. "You think he's cute?" Henry hummed in confirmation causing William to smirk and lean in a little. "What else do you think of him?" "He's funny and nice and I wanna kiss him..." Henry mumbled. William felt his heart start to beat like crazy. He had had feelings for Henry since high school but had never told the man because fear of rejection and fear of people finding out. But knowing now that Henry possibly had those feelings for him as well? Oh it made him tremble in excitement at the possibility. William backed up a bit and sighed. He really needed to wake Henry up before he did something stupid. "Well, Henry, it's time to rise and shine." William said, lightly shaking the man. No response. William sighed and made his way out of the room and down the stairs. It probably wouldn't hurt to wait for the man to wake up. "Is daddy awake?" Charlie asked. William shook his head. "No not yet." "Oh." "Hey, do you know where your father keeps the coffee?" William asked. Charlie smiled and gestured for him to follow her as she ran to the kitchen. William followed her. "It's on top of the fridge with the cereals." Charlie said, pointing. "Thank you, Charlie." William replied with a smile. The child gave him a thumbs up before heading to another part of the house. William grabbed the coffee beans and set them down on the counter before opening up the coffee maker and filling it with water which he got from the tap. He turned it on and then put in the beans and then let the machine do it's thing. It was a few minutes later that William heard the sound of someone coming down the stairs. Henry stumbled into the kitchen and was completely taken by surprise that his business partner was standing there. "Good morning, Henry." "Wi-William?" The British man chuckled. "That's me!" "Wh-What are you doing here?" Henry asked. "I'm here for a few reasons actually," William replied. "One of them being I have something of yours." William reached into his pocket and pulled out a leather wallet, he tossed it over to the long-haired man. "Oh! Thank you, Will!" Henry said, catching the wallet. "No problem. I also made you coffee." Henry smiled at William. "Oh really now?" "Yeah." Henry chuckled and went to where the cups and mugs were stored and pulled out two mugs. "Why two?" William asked. "I'm gonna assume you would like some coffee too, Will." Henry replied, laughing. He walked up to the coffee machine and grabbed the carafe from its place and poured them both some coffee. "Would you like any creamer or sugar?" Henry asked. "I'll have some creamer, thank you." Henry walked over to the fridge and pulled out the creamer before quickly tossing it over to William. "Add as much as you'd like." William nodded and added a bit before handing it back to Henry, who added some in his own before putting it back in the fridge. "Let's sit down, my friend." Henry suggested. William nodded and took a seat at the table, as did the other. "So, what are your other reasons for coming here?" William took a quick sip of his coffee. It burned the inside of his mouth but he didn't mind. He actually liked the feeling. "I heard you went out drinking again, Henry." Henry smiled. "Well that's not exactly a lie, but I only went out and got one or two drinks." William nodded, knowing that, had the man drank any more than that he'd be groaning and complaining about a headache. Henry took a sip of his coffee. "It's nice to know you care, Will." he said with a smile. "Of course I care. We've been friends for years, Henry." "I'm surprised that we still are." William sighed. "I'm not Lucy, Henry." The man's eyes became downcast at the mention of his ex-wife. "I know you're not." "I didn't mean it like that." "I know." It was silent for a few minutes, save for the sounds of the two adult males drinking from their mugs. "You'll find someone again, Henry." William said. But oh how I wish that someone would be me. Henry laughed at William's words. "You must be mistaken, my friend... There's no way I'd find anyone interested in a dumb man like me." William rolled his eyes. "You're a scatterbrain. There's a difference." "Whatever," Henry sighed. "The point is that I'll never find a woman interested in me." Without thinking, William blurted "It doesn't have to be a woman." Henry's eyes went wide at his friend's words. "Will, what the hell?" he laughed. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with men." William said, the words coming out in a more hurt manner than he intended. "If I didn't know any better, Will, I'd say that you're into me~." Henry teased. "Says the one who said he wanted to kiss me in his sleep~." William shot back, teasingly, causing Henry's face to turn a bright red. "Di-Did I actually s-say that?" Henry asked. "Um... Yeah... Actually... You said that when I tried to wake you up." "Will, I'm so sorry," Henry began to say. "Sometimes when I'm asleep I say weird things I don't mean." William's face immediately became downcast at those words. "Oh." He doesn't like you. Why are you even trying? "A-Ah... You seem upset?" Henry said, unsure. "It's nothing, Henry," William replied, getting up out of his chair. "I better get going." Henry quickly got up out of his own chair and placed his hand on William's shoulder. "No you don't," Henry said firmly. "You seem upset. Was it something I said?" William laughed. "Henry, if I told you, it would destroy the friendship we have." "I highly doubt that," Henry said. "Whatever it is, Will, you can tell me. You know I'm here for you." "If I told you, you'd never look at me the same way again." "Try me." "Fine. I like you." Henry looked at William with an expression of shock and disbelief. "What?" William groaned. "I said I like you, ya bugger." "In what way?" Henry asked, biting his lip. "In what way do you think, Henry? What other way could I say that I like you that could ruin what we have?" "So you're.... Gay..." "Ugh... I don't know? Maybe?" William said, racking his fingers through his brown locks. "But I've never had feelings for a guy before... Until I met you." Henry stood there in silence. "I should have never said anything..." William mumbled. "I'll see myself out." Once again, Henry placed his hands on William's shoulder to stop him from leaving. "Wait... So... You're being completely serious with me on this..." William growled. "OF BLOODY COURSE I AM! WHY WOULDN'T I BE? AND WHY DON'T YOU JUST SAY THAT YOU FUCKING HATE ME, YOU FUCKING WAN-" Henry pressed his lips up against William's, cutting the man off before he could finish his sentence. Oh my god yes. William's arms wrapped themselves around the younger man without having to even think about it, as if it was natural to him. Henry groaned, he too wrapping his arms around the other instinctively as he shuddered. Henry's lips felt tingly and he wasn't sure if it was because of the caffeine that they both had just finished drinking or just the two of them in general... But the tingling felt amazing. William began to nibble on Henry's lip, asking for entry. The smaller man complied, opening his mouth and allowing William to shove his tongue inside. Henry groaned loudly and began to run his fingers though William's hair, trembling. William grinned and ran his hands down his partner's back, shuddering with delight as his tongue licked every crevice of Henry's mouth. Once the Brit was out if breath, he pulled away. The two men were gasping and a string of saliva connected the two. Henry licked his lips, breaking that delicate connection. "Wo-Wow..." Henry said, panting. "You're... You're re-really g-good..." "Mmm if you let me I can show you that's not the only thing I'm good at~" William purred with a smirk. Henry let out a nervous chuckle. "Woah there! At least take me out to dinner first!" he said, taking a small step back. "If that's the step I'll have to take to show you a great time... I'll do it~" the British man purred, stepping close to his partner. Henry laughed and wrapped his arms around William. "I love you, ya crazy Brit." "I love you too, my scatterbrained robo-boy~"

#Willry #Helliam #fanfic

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