#Bonnie didn’t want to go back to Freddy after those years

[cookieruma29]

Freddy said he was getting milk….

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf fanart #fnaf gregory #my artwork #fnaf au #fnaf security breach #glamrock Bonnie #fnaf video #my video #vengeful Evan au #vine #Bonnie didn’t want to go back to Freddy after those years

[ricky-tiki-tah]

Glamrock Freddy Through The Ball Pit Part 3

Evan pushed a hand to his mouth in hopes of stifling his sobs when he heard his doorknob jiggle. The other hand held his flashlight, the flickering beam pointed at the the door the noise had come from. If he was lucky, and very, very quiet, maybe the nightmarish animatronic would go away.

He barely managed to stifle another sob and turn off his light in hopes of staying hidden, when the door creaked open. This was it, he was going to die. Evan hugged Fredbear to his chest and squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t want to see himself eaten.

“Ev?”

That was definitely not an animatronic. Evan’s eyes shot open and he was already pulling Michael towards his bed before his brain had the time to process that his brother was there.

“Hey, hey Evan, w-w-what’s wrong?” Mike asked, bumping onto the bed with the speed the younger boy pulled him over to it before he sat at the foot of the bed.

“Be quiet!” Evan’s voice was barely audible, but definitely terrified. “They’ll hear you!”

Mike blinked in confusion, getting nothing but question marks from Freddy. “Who’ll hear m-me?”

“Bonnie, and Chica!” Evan was sobbing almost silently now. He jumped up, flashed the light in the closet before closing the doors a moment, flashed the light again, then returned to the floor at the foot of the bed. “And Foxy.”

Mike was confused. Chica and Foxy were still only drawings, Father and Uncle Henry had only just gotten started on the blueprints a couple weeks before. “How?

Evan shrugged. “I dunno. But they’re even worse that your drawings. Like… like metal monsters!”

Seeing how terrified Evan was, Mike decided to investigate. Evan may be a scaredy cat, but if there’s one thing Mike knew, it was that Evan was not a liar. He stood up, against Freddy’s advice, and stepped over to the closed door.

“I do not think potentially fighting off a nightmarish animatronic is a very good idea.” Freddy said, his wary tone blaring through Mike’s head.

“Don’t worry, we’ll b-be fine. He’s just dreaming.” Mike mumbled back as quietly as possible. He opened the door a bit only to recoil in shock when the distinct sound of breathing echoed near his ear. He slammed the door shut in shock, his eyes going wide. “W-w-what was that-t?!”

“I told you! It’s the animatronics!” Evan was wiping his eyes, joining them at the door. He put his ear up against it before opening it and shining his light out a moment. “You can’t keep the door closed, they’ll come in if you close it for no reason.”

Now that sounded terrifying. Mike wondered how he made it to Evan’s bedroom at the rate he was watching the newly seven year old run around his room, shining his light and closing his door.

“I am not sensing any animatronics on the premises.” Freddy noted after a few minutes of silence.

“Wait, w-what?” Mike asked, frowning in confusion and completely forgetting to whisper.

Evan glanced back at him, holding the closet door closed. “What’s ‘what’ Mikey?” He hissed.

“No I-I wasn’t— Freddy what are y-you talking about?” Mike ignored the horrified squeak from Evan in favor of trying to figure out what Freddy meant.

“I am still able to… sense other animatronics.” Freddy explained. “And I am not sensing any in this house.”

“Then what a-a-are those things?!”

“I do not know…”

Now Evan was looking at them in confusion. “Mikey, who are you talking to?”

“Uh…”

“He is t-talking to me.” Freddy pushed forward, waving to Evan who only looked confused and slightly scared.

“Yourself?” He asked, shining the light at the bed to scare of the small animatronics there. “And why are you talking funny?”

“I am Freddy, n-not your brother Michael. I am not t-talking funny, this is my voice.” Freddy explain, and Mike facepalmed from the passenger seat.

“What?” Evan’s eyes widened in fear now. “What do you mean you’re Freddy?!”

“I am Freddy F-F-Fazbear, however, I am n-not the one you are thinking of. I am a-a different version.”

“And you’re in Mike’s head?! Where’s Mikey??”

“W-we are sharing it. He is still here and c-can hear everything.”

“Don’t worry E-Ev, I’m f-f-fine.” Mike pushed forward to reassure him.

Evan narrowed his eyes. “Your eyes changed.”

“Huh?”

“Your eyes, they were—“ he paused, flashing the light down one hall and closing the door before continuing. “They kinda glowed a little. Or… Freddy’s eyes glowed? And they were bluer than they usually are.”

Mike blinked in surprise. “Huh, cool.” They didn’t exactly have the time to get into that new detail now, footsteps were coming down both hallways.

“Close your door!” Evan ordered, closing the one he was closest to.

Mike did so, holding onto the handle for dear life, probably literally.

“They’re not going away!” Evan sobbed quietly, not able to wipe his tears away as he held onto both the door and his flashlight.

“We cannot stay in here, it is not safe.” Freddy pointed out. “There is something… strange in this room. I do not know what it could be, but we should not stay here.”

“Evan, listen.” Mike spoke up, leaning back against the door to keep it closed. “We c-c-can’t stay in here, you’ve g-got too many doors. W-We gotta hole up somewhere else. Maybe my room, it’s only got one d-d-door, and mine’s got a lock.” He was very much disliking the stutter he seemed to have developed overnight.

“But how will we get there? Bonnie’s that way!” Evan asked, flashing his light towards the closet in hopes of keeping Foxy at bay.

“We’ll w-wait until he leaves, then you g-grab your pillow and we m-m-make a break for it.” Mike laid out his plan.

Evan looked hesitant, but nodded after thinking it over. He stepped flashed his light down the hall, Chica was gone.

Quickly, Evan grabbed his pillow and his Fredbear plush before he joined Mike at the door.

Mike threw the door open once Bonnie’s breathing disappeared. He grabbed Evan’s arm and they ran for it, barely remembering not to slam his door when he closed and locked it so he didn’t wake his father or Lizzie. How they had slept through the sounds of Chica in the kitchen, he doesn’t know.

They stood in apprehensive silence, waiting for the sound of mechanical breathing, but it didn’t come.

Five minutes passed before Mike crossed to his closet, pulling down another blanket for Evan to use. “Here.”

Evan took it, finally smiling a little bit. “Thanks Mikey.”

Mike shrugged, climbing under his covers. “Yeah, whatever. J-just get in bed.”

Evan smiled brightly now, climbing under the covers and curling to the older. “Night Mikey. …Night Freddy.”

“Night.” Mike muttered.

“Goodnight, Superstar!” Freddy added.

The brothers were asleep within the minute.

#gfttbp au fic #fnaf #glammike au #glammike #glamrock freddy #michael afton #evan afton #fnaf 4

[blametheeditor]

Jeremy Messed Up: Chapter 2

NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL AGES

The Sequel To Mike Messed Up  

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Mike was just a night guard waiting to be killed by the end of the week. Now, he is the proud, and soon to be sole owner, of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Business is booming, animatronics are teeming with life, and Foxy is back in the spotlight after so many years. Even so, the dark past of Freddy's is slowly encroaching upon them. One with more ties than they could ever imagine.

Content Warnings: Mentions of death, want to harm someone, cursing (lots of cursing), mentions of being followed

And we’re back to our regularly scheduled programming

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Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy all freeze at hearing the person Freddy announced, looking toward the man having just walked into the restaurant with recognition. And, much to Mike's dismay, joy as well.

Alright, so this 'Mr. Emily' knew the four and Mr. Fuck. Big deal. He upgraded them and give Freddy wicked awesome powers to protect the restaurant and everyone inside it! And he was the owner, way better looking than this taller, much stronger, totally rocking the plain t-shirt and blue jean pants, charming smile, warm eyes, though calculating look.

What a complete and utter jackass! Making Mike think he was jealous. Of this guy? Yeah right!

...he's totally jealous.

Goddamn him.

"When you work under Freddy Fazbear," Mr. Seal begins, giving a pointed yet respectful look toward the man standing before them. It's received with a sigh before those warm green eyes look down at Mike with a small smile.

"I can relate to that. Thank you for everything you've done. Hopefully the rest of your years will be much more rewarding."

Freddy doesn't even acknowledge the now former owner of his home leaving once more, and this time for good.

He wanted to relish in the fact the person who deserved to be stuffed inside a Fazbear suit would never come back. That his family was finally safe from him, as well as innocent lives. So many people, the fathers and mothers of the children they live to entertain, dead because of his greed. The bastard deserved hell for what he's done, even if the animatronics never should have restored to murder in the first place.

But he couldn't. Because this man, the one looking up at him with a saddened and yet prideful expression, was even more important than telling Mr. Seal to get the fuck out of his restaurant.

Possibly even more important than Mike considering he let go of said human to properly greet him.

"Dude!" the younger man exclaims, forced to quickly catch himself as Freddy goes and abandons him. His weird episode had long since passed, but it was the fucking fact he didn't even check that really pissed him off.

"Why did you-!"

"Mr. Emily!"

Mike stares as all four animatronics dart past him to greet the newcomer. Chica bouncing up and down on the heels of her feet. Foxy practically lighting up the entire room with his excitement. Bonnie grinning like a madman and speaking practical nonsense. Freddy standing protectively beside him as they speak.

What. The fuck. Just happened.

"Mr. Emily! It's been so long!" The chicken exclaims. Her wings quickly pick up the little girl begging for her attention, cooing as the innocent giggle echoes around them. Her magenta eyes stayed locked on the man brightening up at the sight of them.

"You know I tried to come by sooner. But it seems you've handled yourself pretty well."

"Yeah right," Bonnie huffs, a mock glare on his face. "We've been doing terrible! Where the...hay were you when we needed you!"

"Ye know th' answer ta tha', lad," Foxy gently interrupts. He doesn't even yelp as a little boy yanks on his tail yet again in the want for attention.

Maybe Mike should try that. And what the hell did Bonnie mean by doing terrible! HELLO! Currently standing right FUCKING HERE!

"You shouldn't need an answer like that," the man begins, looking at the fox with shining eyes as he seems to recognize something, almost gasping even as he stares.

"You've really been fixed. Oh my God you're fixed."

Mike bristles when that once yanked upon tail begins to wag at the statement. Wag. He never got a reaction like that! Foxy claimed he wasn't a dog over and over again, making sure everything done with the fluffy ass thing was a swish or something only a fox would do. But a wag?

...he shouldn't be jealous. Damn it they saved his life!

He upgraded them, helped them stop the senseless murders that were the real reason this place was going out of business. But it's clear this man had a long history with them. Smiling and talking to each other, one of the few people who actually treats them like they deserve to be rather than mindless machines. And, again, saved his life. Gave him this restaurant. A place to stay and feel wanted and-

"We all know ye coulda done better, matey."

Mike couldn't take it anymore. With the spin of his heel, he then walks right back into the security/manager office to get back to work.

If they wanted to talk to Mr. I'm So Fucking Perfect, then fine. Be that way. He has loads of better things to do! With Mr. Fuck gone, he can do whatever the hell he wants! That's right, like eat cake! Play on the tablet! Lock the doors! Do paperwork!

Oh, right. Paperwork. Yaaaaaaay.

"I don't know."

Freddy watches attentively as the very person he's been silently pleading to finally see after so many years looks over Foxy, hands tracing over the patched spots of fur before unlocking the panel and peering at the machinery inside.

"This is brilliant work. I really don't think I could've done better," their companion answers truthfully, a bit surprised if he was being honest.

The reports given stated Mike as incompetent if a little reckless. Granted placing an animatronic placed out of commission for a reason into a show without extra security measures was incredibly dangerous. That's not including allowing every animatronic to stand of 'free roaming' mode every second of the day.

However, seeing the animatronics before him, Foxy included...

There might be more they need to discuss than was originally planned.

"He redesigned you a little bit, actually."

"He did?" Bonnie questions, quickly leaning in to see exactly what Mike had done to their friend.

What the hell had he been thinking! If he remembers correctly, Foxy was never shut off the entire process of being patched up, and even after he was at least put back together and needed a bit more of deeper repairs, their friend never even went into sleep mode.

Designing him could've killed him if left like that!

"Beautifully done, though," the man murmurs, a grin tugging at his lips at seeing Freddy's displeased expression.

"Did it without turning him off."

"Would've done the same."

Chica holds a smug look toward the purple bunny as he stares down at their companion with shock. She doesn't comment other than battering her eyes when he secretly flips her off. Although, he might as well only be pointing at her. Four fingers instead of five.

"Ye be thinkin' I be better this way?" Foxy asks, curious as to what was being thought.

"Definitely. No possible way for the oil to flood your systems if something breaks, a real drainage system in place than what I originally had."

"Still don't like how he could've fucked him up, Mr. Emily."

"Oh hush. I did it all the time."

Freddy smiles as those green eyes find him once more with a smirk before nodding toward where Mike stood.

"Mind if I borrow him for a moment?"

"Of course not."

Problem was, the younger man wasn't anywhere to be found. As if he disappeared. Possibly even taken away when their backs were turned.

"Freddy," their companion begins, earning a panicked expression in return. "He's in the office."

"Oh. Well-"

"And I promise you can visit him. But I sort of ignored him on accident, though."

Bonnie hesitates at the tone being used, a secret code almost as their leader nods once. And with those blue eyes looking sharply toward the little kids pouting after the animatronics spoke to the random stranger, the four finally disperse to entertain them.

Leaving Mike who was still pissed off about being essentially abandoned to be stuck with Mr. I'm So Fucking Perfect all alone. Forgotten once again in favor of something much more important than him.

"Surprised they didn't follow you. Especially when they're completely smitten with your perfect face, apparently," the younger man begins when their special guest suddenly appears at the office doorway. Only the quiet sound of laughter from the comment emits before a shrug.

"Not much different from how they interact with you, I'm assuming?"

"Damn you."

The man rolls his eyes before walking inside. His attention is quickly earned as those blue eyes lock onto him from the movement, most likely fearful of what could possibly happen. He is simply offered a hand to shake, one with confidence and regret seemingly attached to it.

"Allow me to introduce myself."

Mike couldn't quite put his finger on it, but the man he's shaking hands with seems to grow...older. A type of older that made him look twenty years over the late twenty's presence displayed when he first walked through the doors. One that stated he has the entire world on his shoulders. A burden he will always bare.

"My name is Henry Emily."

That's when it clicks. Henry. As in, the co-founder of Freddy Fazbear's. Henry Emily. His essential boss. The one who's contract he's apparently broken.

That's also when the handshake turns into an iron grasp, those once warm green eyes turned piercing as they lock onto him mercilessly.

"And Mike, we need to talk."

Prologue  |  Chapter 1  |  Chapter 2  |  Chapter 3  |  Chapter 4  |  Chapter 5  |  Chapter 6  |  Chapter 7  |  Chapter 8  

#I definitely mentally checked out after 'Tober #it was lot's of fun and I enjoyed it! #But MAN does it take a lot out of you! #and right before it started I thought about mayyyybe I should get November prepped so it was ready #but then I got lazy so here we are! #my life also had a good but significant shift #so getting used to my new schedule has been an interesting challenge! #now that everything's calm down #I hope to do a ton more writing #especially with BATIM having finally got it's sequal! #lots of good inspiration ^^ #hope ya'll have a great day! #older writing #FNAF #Jeremy Messed Up #BTE writing #cw #content warning

[indigo-villin]

Wow, I just realized how long its been since I last talked about my kins... Whoops.

Anyways I’m gonna chat about a kinda not so new kinsona I have that originated (design wise) from a shipping grid result.

Their name is Distortion, and they’re a Mangle kinsona. I didn’t design them and the original designer is on toyhouse with the username of DatAssIsGrass.

Distortion was Mangle and existed with that name in the FNAF 2 Freddy’s restaurant, however when all the toys were scrapped for parts they were left in backrooms/factory areas for the animatronics for in case they’d ever get used again. Years of being left in storage, watching their metal body rust, their circuits rot, and their eyes slowly stop working they eventually saw employees of Fazbear Ent. enter the storage and take Distortion out.

Months or replacing parts, rewiring, and adding new items to their outer shell they were finally ready to be properly tested before being added to the Pizzaplex as a new, smaller, attraction for those who would have remembered them originally and wanted to see them like people can Freddy and Chica (and Bonnie). The only thing that seemed impossible to fix was their voice-box, even when putting a completely new one in it still acted as though it were broken and only static could come out. Due to this persistent issue employees stopped calling them Glamrock Mangle, and started calling them Glamrock Distortion.

Distortion was reprogrammed to greet children and parents when they saw them and take pictures, they would have stuck to the Fazbear museum in Rockstar Row. They had done this, but not for long. The night Bonnie had disappeared Distortion was seen trying to keep him from going somewhere, the cameras could see them trying to pull Bonnie away from Gator Golf, but that proved to be fruitless. After that Distortion stuck to places like the Arcade in the upper floors and the daycare, not wanting to be anywhere where another animatronic wasn’t or anywhere where they could be snatched up for reprogramming/once again getting scrapped.

Distortion didn’t know what was going on, they just saw Bonnie acting weird and tried helping him. They had told Freddy, but by the time he could do anything Bonnie was gone, assumed to be destroyed somewhere.

Distortion stayed completely away from Rockstar row during the remodel of Monty’s new room. Similar to Monty, Distortion ended up going to the theatre basement/storage area and getting aggressive with whatever they could grab. They were upset with themself for letting Bonnie disappear, and not being able to find him. Moon checked on them once... then quickly and silently left. Sun decided not to visit until there was silence, which took a while.

Practically every animatronic checked up on Distortion, but most left after saying it was okay/ no one could’ve done anything/they were here for Distortion. Monty and Moon were the only ones who didn’t, instead Monty got Distortion to start fighting him instead of the walls and storage items and Moon offered therapy.

By the time Monty’s room was finished Distortion was at the very least emotionally stable, however they now had black lines coming down from their eyes to the bottom of their chin from crying and busting their body up by hitting themself into walls (before Monty helped). The stuff coming from their eyes still gushes out at times, no mater how hard the robotics team try cleaning it/fixing the internal parts causing the leak.

Due to all of the damage they had put themself through Fazbear Ent. made it to where Distortion required at least 2 employees to follow them around wherever they managed to go, even the back areas. With this info in mind Distortion stuck to well populated areas and places the employees weren’t outright uncomfortable with.

Unlike the other animatronics, Distortion doesn’t have an upgrade, rather it’s almost like a downgrade. You see to cement the fact that they are in fact Mangle made into a Glamrock the company made it to where they could shift their body from full husk to endo parts (besides the head, tail, and paws). They were able to extend these newly revealed limbs a small bit, about half as long as normal, except for the neck area that could extend 3 times as long as it was naturally. Distortion was initially able to crawl across the ceiling of the Pizzaplex allowing guests to get fun and interesting photos and experiences,

After Bonnie’s disappearance they used this ability to get into Sun and Moon’s room without opening the painting entrance. The room became a safespace for them, a sanctuary where no one could get them or even think to look for them.

Alrighty I think that’s all I got for now... I’m not sure what would’ve happened with Gregory though...

#Otherkin #fictionkin #otherkin post #kin post #kin blog #fnaf kin #fnaf mangle kin #tw depressing stuff #tw fnaf #fnaf mangle #kinsona #fnaf kinsona

[stone-97]

A Phantom & Reaper Visit - Chapter 2

Evan’s P.O.V.:

I was hiding away from everyone after last night when those monsters came calling for them. He had situated himself in a dimly lit corner of the room, watching the others in silence. People watching had always calmed him down, helped clear his head before anything occurred.

The list of victims was long and unlike his monster of a father, they were sane. 30+ years of killing people non-stop, on top of possessing other animatronics to commit murders of varying degree of horror left very little in the way of ignorance to what they did, management had hired an expert security guard who doubled as a tech who had experience with this at a previous location.

Everything changed after their last kill, new management gained ownership, then got around to hiring staff with actual intelligence and arming guards with defensive weapons. After five years of constant screening of their code, the new technician was able to fix the facial scanner issue the vengeful souls exploited for murder.

That day, HE had returned, however I wasn’t blind to the differences, namely the lack of pale skin, eye bags, and short haircut pointed it out. Michael was here, but he looked very different, he had scars on his face, faded red hair dye, and FRIENDLY to everyone. Sparking conversation with the band before heading to the back to set everything up. As per usual when it came to Michael, the peace didn’t last once the bots were brought in for maintenance.

Gabe tried to pull something along with Fritz, it ended poorly; The use of a taser remedied the situation, and the tech repaired the animatronics with no fuss. Goldy had been severely hindered after Mike removed his Endo, Chica’s old OS had been fried completely when Susie tried to jump him as he updated the security office. Bonnie had been strapped down before Michael started working; once his work was complete for the day, he fixed them all with a glare before leaving. He never saw me peeking from around the corner, only the others. With a better OS and self-aware AI, the animatronics were suspicious of their nightly blackouts and memory blanks left by possession on top of the bloody messes left behind.

This eventually led to confrontation when Jeremy and Susie had attempted to override their new limit, which was the area near the security office. The high-voltage shock caused Bonnie and Chica to wake-up as the two were mid-tantrum, loudly screaming they will murder the guard. The panicked animatronics booked it to the kitchen where back to the stage, leading them crash into sleeping Freddy, waking him up.

The yelling match the ensued led to Foxy popping up; Fritz never possessed Foxy before Tuesday. Unfortunately for the children, the animatronics didn’t forget that they were there. Wanting answers, the animatronics had recalled that ghosts could be trapped with salt. It was easy to trap them once all was set, the paper they saw recounted that a previous guard was found stuffed in a casing.

The band had received odd looks when asking staff to make rings of salt around where they stood on their stages. When the pizzeria had closed for the night, the missing children had been in for a shock when they couldn’t leave the stage, going as far as throwing themselves at the edge to no avail. The animatronics had revealed that when FazEnt hired a priest to cleanse the place, the gang had a nice, long discussion about warding off evil spirits.

Chica had been the most vocal of the band, yelling in righteous anger at their proclamation; they weren’t protecting children, only dishing out horror and death. She questioned them on how many people they killed, leaving grieving families and parentless children. Her only regret was not burying the guards when they were able to free roam before Friday. When the children accused them of harming kids intentionally, they were met with blank faces and the murdered guards’ names as rebuttals. The animatronics didn’t sympathize with them, Evan wondered if they ever would. He’d eavesdropped on the animatronics playing mournful songs for the victims’ souls. I idly wondered what his mother would think of hm if she saw him now, he wasn’t sure about the others, but the black splotches on his being had spread. The glowing monster, Revenant, had said the splotches embodied sin and would grow with more sins committed. If the splotches covered their heads, they would turn into wraiths and be sent to Hell. Cassidy’s arms had black splotches twisting around like scars, stopping at her shoulders and waist. Gabriel and Frits were covered from the waist down leaving their upper bodies clean; Susie and Jeremy had spots of sin dotting across their arms and legs. Charlie cried black tears and her hands were completely covered. His own splotches wrapped around his torso.

#fnaf michael afton #fnaf au #fnaf evan #fnaf animatronics #fnaf missing kids

[sdr2lovemail]

Hello! I really love your five nights at Freddy's security breach works! The roommate breach series is just *chef's kiss*

I was wondering if you are still up for continuing it? Cause I got a request... feel free to ignore this if you aren't up for it. I can totally understand 😁

The request was the reaction of all the animatronics to the reader fixing and bringing back glamrock bonnie and foxy. This takes place after the pizzeria burns down and the reader, in an attempt to find parts to fix chica, Roxy and monty, stumbled across another floor underground and they find the bodies of Foxy and Bonnie (dismantled and broken but not burnt) and don't think about repairing them until they fix the others.

And now that the glamrock crew is alright, the reader goes back to the underground floor and brings Bonnie and foxy to their house to fix them (the other glamrocks don't know that the reader did so and the reader didn't tell them because they were scared of getting their hopes up high for nothing).

Thank you!

Wah, hello! Thank you for the wonderful comments! I'm glad you enjoy my little series I got going! I haven't been consuming much FNAF content as of late. TWST and Splatoon have me in a chokehold. Even so, this was still so much fun to write!

I did finish and review this at like five in the morning. If you see any mistakes, no you didn't.

I hope you enjoy it my friend!

Reader needs some better self preservation skills and should know not to jump right into a sinkhole but it turns out to be worth it to see their new robotic family happy.

You adjust the black surgical mask obscuring your face. Most of the security cameras around have been long since deactivated, though you didn’t want to take any chances.

It was well into the night. Finally having put Gregory to bed you decided it would be the perfect time to head out. Pulling a large backpack from your car’s passenger seat, you pull the hood of your jacket up and get out.

In front of you lies the charred remains of the Mega Pizza Plex. It amazed you that it took this long for it to burn down. You click on your flashlight and head for the rubble. Those robots better be grateful that you’re digging through incredibly dangerous areas for them. Not that they knew you were here, but still.

After a few hours of searching, you were able to procure some new casing, extra spare parts, and best of all a new set of eyes for Roxanne. For the time being, you’ve given her a pair of eyes you had laying around. They were many, many years old. Possibly older than you, but they worked just fine…Mostly.

It will be morning soon, you still haven’t found everything on your list. You still needed new boards for Sun and Moon along with wires for Chica. Perhaps you could come back tomorrow, what you were able to find was plenty for now.

“Thirty more minutes…then I’ll go.” You mutter to yourself.

With the Sun on the horizon, you put your flashlight in your bag. You haphazardly push some rubble around. One particular plank of wood gives you some grief. After battling with the plank it finally gives out, along with the debris surrounding it. You were able to step back just in time, almost falling into the sinkhole.

That’s the fourth time you’ve almost lost your life to a Fazbear Entertainment related incident.

You pull your flashlight out and click it on once again. Even with the stream of light, it wasn’t enough to see into the hole. Who knows what could be down there.

Guess you were going to find out.

Taking a moderately sized rock, you toss it down. After a few seconds there’s a sharp sound. It doesn’t seem to be too far of a drop. The worst that could happen is your ankle giving out. If you die, Gregory can have all your stuff.

Metal beams and planks of charred wood are a makeshift step down. Every bone in your body tells you to go back, but you aren’t listening. You’re too tired to be smart.

You maneuver your way through cracks and crevices, occasionally getting stuck. For a while there’s only been debris, rubble, and an ominous statue of the original Freddy. Along with the occasional rundown generator. It would be great if they were able to turn on again. Then you would actually be able to get some more light. Nothing really peaks your interest so far.

With a huff, you turn to leave. “This was a waste of my time.” You tsk. However you stop when a flickering light suddenly turns on behind you.

Looking back, your eyes widen.

There in bright red, blinking letters read ‘Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Place.’

They built the Pizza Plex on top of the old location?! This violates so many codes and regulations!

A shiver runs down your spine. This definitely felt like a set up.

Wait…Imagine what you could find in there! What if you found some parts to fix the Glamrocks, or even some old relics of the past for your collection.

Taking a deep breath, you open one of the doors. Letting that puff of air out, you speed walk to the next set of doors. There could be anything on the other side. Your heart was pounding in your ears as you opened the door and brace for something to jump at you.

Nothing came.

Looking around, it really was the old establishment. There were tables and chairs strewn about, wires draped here and there. Light fixtures that have fallen over the years. In some corners lay mechanical equipment, like this place has become some makeshift storage unit.

Stepping through the facility, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. No matter where you walked it felt like someone was peering directly into you. Like someone, or something, was breathing directly down your neck.

You shine your light around the room. There’s nothing. Perhaps you’re just paranoid.

Most of the doors in the old pizzeria are locked. You make a mental note to come back with a crowbar. What you’re doing is already illegal, why not stack up a few more charges. After testing many, many doors, one finally creaks open. It leads to a dark and dingy room. The air itself feels sticky and wet.

There is little lighting in the room, a dim, flickering emergency light is the only source. Shining your flashlight, you can see the room is covered in cobwebs and a thick layer of dust. Cardboard boxes are piled up high. It feels as if they could collapse at any minute.

You tiptoe through the damp room. Every so often you could hear a wet squelch from underneath your feet. There’s still that looming feeling of being watched, now accompanied by the sharp creaking of metal. Though no matter where you look, there’s nothing. Maybe it was a mistake coming down here.

As you walk deeper into the room, there in the far back is a door. Wiping the thick layer of dust from its sign reveals the words ‘Scrap Storage: Authorized Personnel Only!’ You set your hand on the dirty door knob and take a breath. Twisting your hand, to your surprise, it opens! Shining your light into the room your eyes immediately land on something. “No way…”

There in front of you sit the Glamrock versions of Foxy and Bonnie. Your boss told you they were shipped off to a warehouse. They didn’t tell you the warehouse was right under the Pizza Plex. Their casing has become dull and cracked. In some spots you could see patches of mold. Every part of them has rotted away, unsalvageable.

Walking up to the lifeless body of Foxy you begin to examine him. Hopefully, by some miracle, their A.I chips could still be intact. In his slumped position, it was easy to access his neck. Clicking open the port, out pops the chip. Looking it over it seems to be in one piece. There’s no visible cracks or rusting. Slipping the A.I into your pocket, you do the same to Bonnie. With something this valuable, you should start heading back home now. You spent so much time down here, Gregory’s probably already up. You’ll grab him some breakfast while you’re out.

Too busy thinking about what to get Gregory, you fail to notice the mass of robotic tendrils coming your way. The ever present creaking of metal grows closer and closer. It thinks you’ll make the perfect target. Too wrapped up in your own world to notice your upcoming demise. With you in the doorway, it lunges at you.

Thud!

A loud, crashing slam shakes you from your thoughts. You look back at the recently shut door. Perhaps those boxes finally fell over. Good thing you left just in time. Now to get some food and start blueprinting. Unknowingly to you, that was the fifth instance you almost lost your life to a Fazbear Entertainment related incident.

It wasn’t easy. Building two animatronics from scratch was hard enough. It was amazing that you were even able to do it at all. Keeping it a secret from your seven roommates was even harder.

You put all your blood, sweat, tears, and even more blood into them. You were able to hook up their consciousness into other hardware while you built their bodies. Foxy and Bonnie even seemed to remember you fondly. You offered to bring the others into your workshop for a reunion. Though, you were turned down. They said, no matter how long it takes, they didn’t want their friends to see them like this. It took you a while to get them all repaired, so long that you were able to fix the other Glamrocks. So long that you’ve missed a lot of bonding time with Gregory that you’ll always feel guilty for. All this work was going to be worth it for when you showed the others.

“Alright, you guys can come in now!” You stand in front of a tarp in your workshop. Each of the animatronics and Gregory shuffle in. Once everyone is in attendance you speak up once again. “I know I haven’t been around a lot lately. Which I am very, very sorry for. If what I’m about to show off doesn’t make up for it, I’ll let you guys ask anything of me. Now I-”

“You’re rambling again Techie. Get to the point!”

You sheepishly smile and turn to the tarp. “Right, thank you Roxanne. Without further adieu, I present,” The tarp falls to the ground revealing two very familiar faces. “Tadah! Bonnie and Foxy!”

Silence.

Neither group says anything. Did they not want to see each other? Did you mess up?

“Do you guys not like the surprise? I thought you would..!”

You were abruptly cut off as Chica leapt towards her friends. She brings both of them into a tight embrace. Her voice box produces sobs and static. Following close behind is Freddy grabbing all three into a strong hold. Though not as loud as Chica, a few sniffles could be heard from the bear.

“Aye, enough of the waterworks. Is that anyway to greet an ol’ mate?” Foxy lightheartedly scolds, trying to hide the slight waver in his voice. Though Chica and Freddy can’t do much to stop their cries.

Bonnie, aloof as ever, does not cry. Yet he looks at his friends with eyes of joy and perhaps even adoration. The bunny peers over to Roxy, Monty, and Sun. The three of them all stood to the side. They either felt it wasn’t their place to join or felt they didn’t deserve it. Wordlessly, Bonnie extends his arm out from the hug.

Adjusting his glasses, Monty walks over and slings a single arm into the group. You could almost hear the creaking of his endoskeleton as he’s fully brought in. Bonnie has always been programmed with such incredible strength.

From the corner of your eye, you can see Roxy fiddling with her claws. She has her tail tucked between her legs, both literally and figuratively. You set your hand on her back, feeling her jolt underneath your palm. With a gentle push, you guide her towards the other animatronics. Freeing up one of her arms, Chica eagerly grabs onto her.

Not one to be left out from such displays of affection, Sun quickly jumps in. “Group hug!” Their long limbs were perfect for encasing each and everyone of them.

To the side stood you and Gregory. You pat yourself on the back for such a touching reunion.

“Is this why you missed so many of my soccer games?”

With a bashful chuckle, you set a hand onto Gregory’s head. “Can I buy back your love? We can go to that restaurant you like.”

“Hm, I don’t know you missed a lot of games. I think that’s gonna cost a new video game as well.” This little guilt tripper!

“...Alright, Greg.” You can already hear your wallet weeping.

The joined chatter of the animatronics come to a halt and Foxy breaks away. Using his hook, he lifts up his eyepatch to get a good look at Gregory. “So, my eyes are correct. It be a child! I haven’t seen one since me last voyage. What might your name be, lad?”

The pirate fox begins to entertain Gregory, going on about his adventures and letting him be his new best mate. Sun joins in too, having always wanted to go out on adventures.

You’re pulled away from the adorable moment as the wind is squeezed out of your lungs. Looking behind you, there stands Chica nuzzling her beak into your head. “Oh, I’m so happy! I can’t even begin to thank you enough! You really built them all by yourself? You’re really the one to bring my friends back?”

“It was no problem, really.” That was a lie. Every part of reconstructing them was a problem. “Yes, I did build them from the ground up. While they won’t be as high tech as they used to be, I just wanted to bring them back. It was really hard to keep this a surprise. You would’ve loved seeing me put Bonnie in a wet floor bot.”

A strong, sturdy hand pushed down on your head. “That’s enough, technician.” Bonnie didn’t want anyone knowing of that!

Another set of arms joins Chica in halting your breathing. “Superstar, you did such an amazing job. If there is anything I can do to repay you back for this, I’ll do it. This means so much to us.”

“You can start by letting me breathe…” Freddy and Chica are quick to pull away, apologizing for their rough grip. “I don’t need any thanks you guys. Just seeing you happy is enough for me…but if you really mean it, you guys have been lacking on your chores.”

“If that is what you want, Superstar. I will do them all right now.” Freddy’s large frame begins to walk out of your workshop.

“Freddy, wait! I was just joking!”

Amongst the commotion, Monty comes to a realization. “Wait, wait, wait. Hold it right there, Technician. Did you say Bonnie was in a wet floor bot? Oh, I gotta hear this whole story!” The gator lets out a bellowing laugh as his bunny companion groans.

(Credits to @gal-with-pastels for the wet floor bot Bonnie idea!)

#roommate breach #fnaf x reader #glamrock freddy x reader #glamrock chica x reader #roxanne wolf x reader #montgomery gator x reader #bonnie x reader #foxy x reader #daycare attendant x reader

[hiddendrabbles]

Heyo!

Im the "-🎂 'anon' " from your inbox and I thought it was better if I resubmitted the request as a real anon lol. But anyways.

I wanted to request a (platonic) glamrock crew x male!animatronic!reader hc when its reader's birthday and the group try to make something special for him. Just pure fluff:)

It's my birthday tomorrow and the idea of spending the day at the PizzaPlex lives rent free on my head. Love those animatronics sm😭😭

- really 🎂 anon

glitter glue w/ glamrock crew

(oh mah gawd it rhymes) oh ho ho!!!! today!! its hereee!! i hope u have a wonderful day muah

(i also noticed after i finished writing u said hc😦 srry ASLO i added sunny in there bc…..) going back to my roots were all fluff must have AT LEAST. a hint of sad

Today! The day was finally here! Sun was wiggling happily from their place on one of the kiddie chairs. Small giggles filled the air around them as well as the sound of paper being cut and folded. They’d managed to wrangle the kids into some arts and crafts by telling them they needed their help making party decorations. It was someone’s birthday today. Sun carefully poured some glitter onto their paper, it had to be perfect after all!

In Freddy’s dressing room four animatronics lounged around, duties over for the day. The lead singer of the band had a tablet in his hand and was carefully picking colors for the birthday cake. Humming thoughtfully, he turned the screen to show Chica who nodded enthusiastically.

“Oh that’s the one! Looks so yummy.”

“That’s what you’ve been say about every single color combination Freddy shows you.”

Roxy complained from her place on the couch where she was carefully wrapping the present they’d all put together. Monty, from his place near her feet, grunted in agreement.

“See Chica? Even the lizard agrees.”

“What did you just call me? Better watch your mouth you washed up-”

“Friends, please.”

They settled down, and while their faces did not have the ability to, they all gave the distinct feeling of pouting. Freddy had stood up, hands on his hips, as he looked at all of them.

“Remember, we have to work together. Today is not for us!”

With some more quiet grumbles everyone got back to work.

You were quietly standing by the entrance of your attraction, waving to everyone who was leaving with a big smile on your face. It had been a fun but busy day since it was the one year anniversary of you joining the Pizzaplex. There was merch of you everywhere it seemed. As the lights started turning off you looked around with a small frown. You hadn’t seen any of the glamrocks today. Maybe they had forgotten?

With a sigh, you adjusted your roller skate accessories and started towards the rink. Going around a few times, you let your head hang a little. You thought the glamrocks were your friends. Spending the night talking to them was what you were looking forwards to most of the day, eager to share some of the gifts you’d gotten. Everything was safely packed in a bag already. Cool glasses for Monty, bracelets for Roxy, snacks for Chica, a vintage Bonnie plush for Freddy, and even some art supplies for Sun and Moon.

Slowing to a stop in the center of the rink, you let out another sigh. The gifts were packed and ready. You could maybe just drop them off at their respective dressing rooms and leave if they didn’t want to see you. Maybe the night guard could even hand them out for you. Stomping caused your ear to twitch as you quickly looked over your shoulder to the entrance of the roller skating rink. There stood your fellow animatronics with Freddy eagerly waving at you. Skating towards them slowly and picking up your duffle back you eyed them carefully.

“Hey guys…what’s up?”

“What’s up? What’s up?! It’s your birthday! Or did you not notice?”

Chica waved a tiny plush version of you holding a balloon in your signature in her hand. A warm feeling started to bloom in your chest. They had remembered? Before you could say anything Chica spoke again.

“Come on! Sun is waiting for us at your surprise pa-oops.”

Her words were met with groans from Roxy and Monty. Freddy shook his head fondly and lead the way. A surprise party? Just for you? Slinging an arm around the dejected looking animatronic you laughed happily. On the way there you spoke with Roxy who was eager to learn to skate. That lead to some friendly banter on who would be faster between her and Monty.

At the entrance of the daycare Sun was waiting, bouncing on the balls of their feet. When they finally saw you approach, they sprinted towards you and wrapped you in a hug.

“You’re here, you’re here, you’re here! Ohhh we got everything ready! By ourselves too! There’s so much glitter and starts and stickers! You’re going to love, love, love it!”

You laughed at their enthusiasm and hugged them back tightly. With one arm you managed to dislodge the duffle bag from your shoulder and called out before the glamrocks could enter without you.

“Before we go in, I have gifts for everyone.”

“Gifts? For us? But it’s your day, sunshine. About you, just you!”

Squeezing Sun one more time you took your arm back to start digging through the bag for everyone’s gifts.

“Oh, but where’s the fun in that Sunny? Isn’t one of the rules ‘sharing is caring’?”

The sun animatronic was stumped. You were right of course. Sharing was caring! But did that apply to birthdays? Before they could overthink it too much, you patted their cheek lightly and handed them their new box of art supplies. The rest of the gifts were quickly handed out.

Before you knew it, you were in the middle of a big animatronic group hug. Words of thanks were overlapping and that warm, happy feeling was in your chest again. Freddy spoke, his voice loud and clear over the rest.

“We’re lucky to have you here with us, superstar. You help us fit together like never before.”

“Like glitter glue!”

Sun chimed in and you couldn’t help but laugh again. You liked the sound of that. You were their glitter glue.

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #glamrock x reader #freddy fazbear #glamrock freddy #my writing #heheheh #short n sweet #🎂 anon

[deepdonutkid]

Kismet

Requested: No

Paring: Shelby!Sister Reader x Isaiah

Words: 5624

Summary: For a year now, you had a secret relationship with Isaiah and even when he is still in the same room with you, you can’t stop feeling lonely. It’s not that you don’t love him anymore, it more about the weight of the secret you have to carry. But with Tommy as you big brother you can’t risk, telling the truth or your man might get shot.

Note:

I was in the mood for a Shelby!Sister reader x Isaiah and it turned out to be way longer than I expected it... and I even cut out dialog... So here it is!

It’s also flavored with Junior Peaky Boys fun at the beginning. And I was inspired by my homegirl’s one shot called star and my story is an addition to hers, it’s the same night, but Bonnie has some other adventures than the reader and Isaiah.

Somehow I feel like everybody is a little ooc, but I couldn’t correct it.

Requests and tag list are still open, feel free to dm me or send me an ask.

tagging: @bonniesgoldengirl​ @justalonelyslytherin​ @theshelbyclan​ 

Warning: swear words, drinking, binge drinking, gambling, a hinted smut and a sweet ending

It was one of those nights, nothing special, just the usual fellows around the same table in the Garrison.  You had fun nevertheless. All your friends were right there, you had enough to drink and you had a luck hand today. The cards seemed to work in your fortune.

Deviously smiling you revealed your hand. You just had won this round and it gave you unholy amounts of satisfactions. “Ha”, you cheered: “Suck it up.”

Your friend shrugged and shoved his coins in your direction. All he said was a very grumpy “There you go”, but it pleased you.

You took the money and peaked around the corner. Where was Michael with the drinks? He was like a brother to you, but he was just your cousin. Maybe it was because you were born just two months before his older sister, Anna. Even though, she was gone Michael came back to his real family and now you were closer than ever. You cared for him, more than your siblings did.

But that didn’t mean you wouldn’t hit him, if he just left the bar to fuck with some random girl. It was not about him having sex, more about leaving without telling anybody. Especially when he was supposed to get drinks for the table. You moaned and said: “Where is Michael?”

“Probably doing somebody”, Isaiah joked and lit a cigarette. Then he offered you one and you took it gladly. Actually, you bit your lip and gave him the side-eye, but you had to hide your smile in front of the others. Bonnie and Finny weren’t the smartest boys in Small Heath, but you wouldn’t risk it.

You had so much fun with Isaiah that you didn’t even know when it started. Months passed by, while you were completely caught up in your little game with him. Nobody knew it. That was mainly Isaiah’s fault. At first it amused you to keep your relationship with him secret, but now you were ready to tell your family about it. Your boyfriend didn’t like the idea.

Somehow you thought Michael started to notice. He gave you the glace, which said: “I know, dear”, but maybe you were just getting crazy. You just had to be more careful around others now and everything was fine.

The night was still young and you were keen to make Bonnie lose all his money today. He had won the boxing match earlier and the bruises were still visible, but unfortunately for him, he couldn’t win against you. It was just a card game, but it filled you with gleeful joy. This and the fact that Isaiah was sitting next to you. Sometimes he would brush your thigh with his fingers, which made you giggle even more.

“There he is”, yelled Finny while being so fucking drunk, like you never had seen him before. Michael arrived with messy hair and his tie was undone, but he had your drink and that was all that you care for. “Finally”, you fluted and ripped the glass of his hand: “Thank you, babe.”

And the whiskey was still cold, which meant he fucked the girl first and ordered the drinks afterwards. “How was she? Good?” you asked before you took a sip from your whiskey. You weren’t a lightweight when it came to drinking, maybe not as well as Arthur and John, but you could tolerate much more than Ada and Finny. Your little brother was so drunk, he looked like his head was all empty and yet filled with bullshit.

Michael sat down next to you and answered: “Mhh, she was okay, but she talked too much.” Then you felt the weight of a hand on your thigh again. A shiver rushed down your spine, but it was the wrong side. Your cousin had put his hand on your knee. “Everything alright, Y/N?”

You nodded. “Yeah, everything is perfect”, you blabbered hoping he wouldn’t keep asking questions, but he did. “Don’t be so worried, every time I’m with a girl. I know you’re still a virgin, but you can get some too. Tommy wouldn’t be against it.”

How wonderfully wrong he was. Neither were you a virgin nor would Tommy be okay with this. After all, you were his little sister and he wouldn’t accept the guy, you were sleeping with. Of course, Isaiah was a friend of the family, but after the whole thing with Ada and Freddie you had something to worry about.

The best snarky comeback was right on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn’t say it without letting something slip. ‘What gives you the idea I’m still a virgin?’ And yet you were silent as the guy who fucked you, sat right next to you. You felt trapped and decided to go straight forward. “Yes, he would. You know it and everybody in Small Heath knows it.”

“Oh whatever”, Michael mumbled: “Just drink enough and you eventually forget about it.”

You grinned and emptied your drink. “Fuck it, let’s play some cards. I’m not done with Mr. Gold over here.”  Then you took the cards and dealt them to start the next round.

Much later that night when you brought Finn back home and went straight back to the pub, in front of the entrance, you stumbled into Bonnie. “Is there a reason why you’re smirking?” you asked him. He was gleaming red and smiling like an idiot.

Then you remembered. “The singer, right?” Bonnie nodded and his grin got even wider. “You talked to her?” Again he gave you a silent answer. You grabbed his arm and pulled him back inside. He was a lot heavier than you thought, but then again, you were just a girl and he was a boxer.

Sometime it was weird to only have male friends, it just happened. Maybe it was because of your brothers. Maybe that’s why you never acted like a proper girl. Of course you felt like a woman and you liked your body, but in your eyes it was so much easier to talk to guys.

“Eyy, where did you found him?” Michael slurred and helped you to put your friend on a chair again. With your hands finally free you had the chance to explain. “Found him outside. I don’t know what he did there, but he talked to the singer.”

Both, Isiah and Michael nodded. It was only logical for Bonnie to freak out after it talking to her. He was there every Friday night looking for the singer and now his brain seemed to melt, just because she said something to him. But neither of you knew, what she said exactly. Maybe this was a problem for another night. It didn’t look like Bonnie was able to answer.

So you ordered some more drinks and sat back down again. In this separate room, which was reserved for your family, it was almost too tempting to get close to your boyfriend again. Isiah looked so good that night and it hurt to be unable to touch him… or to kiss him. But you would be satisfied with just holding his hand now.

It was a curse; you knew it soon after you realized that you loved him. He was handsome, charming and a loyal friend. There was no better man for you, even though you wished you could be together in public. And again you bit your lip and moved your chair away from him.

But you couldn’t think about this anymore, it was too frustrating and luckily somebody else caught your attention. It was Bonnie who mumbled very quietly: “I think she kissed me, but it could be a dream as well. It felt so surreal.”  You padded his shoulder and nodded to underline your compassion.

It was just the same with Isaiah. Whenever you two were alone, it was amazing and beautiful. He was so soft and romantic and he just made you happy. But every time you woke up and he was gone, the sweet scenery shattered. And out in public it was getting annoying to find excuses to be with him or getting away, so you could spend some time alone with him and you had to lie to your whole family about your whereabouts. Slowly it became exhausting.

There was nothing you could do about it, so you just drank your whiskey and talked with the boys about Bonnie’s singer and the girl Michael had. It was so easy for them to display their relationship in the public, but of course you didn’t have this privilege as a girl. Apparently, you needed to be protected. Or so it has been explained to you. You wasn’t concerned for your safety but for your freedom. Tommy said it was his job as your big brother to care for you, even if it felt like he was controlling you. You have always been the wild one among your siblings and everything was fine, until your mum died and your dad left. Then Tommy was in charge and sometimes his opinions would vary from yours, which led to fights. And yet you feared what he might do, if he found out about your secret.

All the sudden Bonnie fell from his chair and you groaned. Now somebody had to bring him home as well. First Finn and now him… but why they couldn’t take the whiskey today? You weren’t nearly as drunk as them, but still.

Isaiah stood up and picked his friend up. “I’m taking him home. I’ll be right back”, he said, before leaving.

Now Michael and you were alone. It wasn’t what you wanted. The only thing you could think of was smooching the sweet lips of your boyfriend. You were caught up in your little fantasy, when your cousin woke you up again. “Isaiah is acting weird lately.”

“Oh… really? I didn’t notice”, you replied: “He seemed normal to me.” Your hand grabbed the fringe of your dress. Talking about him made you nervous.

Michael moaned and fumbled for his cigarettes. He put them out, you took one and he turned his between his fingers, when he added: “I don’t know, maybe I’m getting paranoid, but I think he is hiding something from us.” Then he lit his cigarette and took a drag from it.

You inhaled sharply and stared into the void for a second, before answering: “Don’t be silly, he is just as loyal as ever.” Then you laughed and Michael joined in. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I just needed to get this off my chest.”

The rest of the conversation went just like usual. You chatted, you bickered and you had fun. While the bell already announced the new day, Isaiah came back.

In this tiny glimpse of a moment you couldn’t hide your smile and he reciprocated. Actually, you were just waiting for Michael to leave now. It was your plan all along, but patience has never been your strong suit.

It took three more rounds for Michael to say goodnight. “Take care of her, will you?” Isaiah nodded. When Michael finally grabbed his jacket and headed to the door, you felt unbelievably excited. Your fingertips slapped a melody on the table, while you watched him leaving. The door shut and now you had what you longed for all night.

You turned around and looked at him. Gosh, waiting felt like an eternity. Now you were the one smiling like an idiot. Slowly Isaiah came closer and his hand pulled you to him for a kiss. “Finally”, you whispered against his lips, before giving him what he wanted.

After you two parted you rested your head on his shoulder. Now you were getting tired as well, but you didn’t want to go to your bed. “I was waiting the whole evening for this”, he moaned and stroked your hair.

The smell of his perfume made you realized how much you missed him too, even though he was with you since you went to Garrison tonight. You moved closer to him and wrapped your arms around him to give him a tight squeeze. Then you signed: “I wish we didn’t have to hide” and buried your face in his shirt.

“Babe”, he replied: “We already had this conversation. It wouldn’t end well. Let’s just enjoy what we have as long as we can.” It hurt, but Isaiah was right. There was no chance Tommy was getting you off the hook, once he knew about it. And no matter how you explained it to him, he would still be against it. You were too young for stuff like that, as if he didn’t fucked Greta, when he was the same age.

You leaned back to see his beautiful face again. There was something in his eyes, a twinkle or something like that, but it always made you feel comfortable. A lick of your lip was enough to purpose the idea of doing something nasty. He knew you since you were children and it was like he could read your thoughts, especially the dirty ones.

Isaiah started giggling and asked: “Hey, babe, I still can cheer you up, right?”

Maybe it was time for some fun, different to the fun you had before with your friends. The word pleasure would describe it well and with his knowing look he gave you so many ideas. You laughed and nodded. “I think it might help when you do the thing with your tongue.”

“Oh”, he responded amused: “Like this?” And then grabbed you for a kiss and god, what a kiss it was. His tongue brushed your upper lip just to enter your mouth and explore it as if it was your first kiss. He even bit your lip playfully and kept going until you couldn’t breathe no more. Your knees started shaking and it was needless to say, he was the best kisser you ever had.

It took you a while to catch a breath again, but then you answered: “Yeah, just like this… But maybe we could go to your place and do a little more?”

He didn’t seem to be so sure about this suggestion. His thumb stroked your shoulder as he held you in his arm. Because he was so quiet for a second, you knew, he thought about this backwards and forwards. “But right when the sun comes up, you have to go back home”, he argued.

Again, Isaiah was right. You should take too many risks. Otherwise you might get caught and neither of you wanted that. All you could do was to shrug and agree: “Just don’t shoo me after we fucked.” There was bitterness in your voice. What wouldn’t you give to wake up next to him every morning?

The pub was almost empty, when you left. You couldn’t hold his hand on the way out. Everybody in Small Heath was Tommy’s spy. Back on the streets a cold wind blew. Now you had an excuse to go near him and he shared his coat with you. Isaiah was always so sweet and caring. You knew you wanted to spend your future with him. There was no other man and you wouldn’t get over him, not now and not in five years.

You even took off your shoes before entering the Jesus household and followed him on your tiptoes to his room. It was completely dark in the house and the silence was haunting, but good for you, you knew the way by now. The excitement made your fingers tremble.

Finally you arrived where you wanted to be the whole day, in his room. Isaiah closed the door as quietly as possible and started smiling. You walked up to him and started to unbutton his shirt. Now you didn’t want to waste any time.

And neither did Isaiah. He was ripping down your dress, which only worked because the straps were so thin. His hands were all over your body and you couldn’t stop kissing every inch of his skin. It felt like magic whenever he touched you. You moaned, when he played with your bare breasts. To silence you he put his thumb on your lips, which you took as an invitation to suck it. Maybe it was mean to tease him like that, but you were desperate for his affection.

An hour later you laid next to him, your head on his chest as he stroked your hair. “You should leave, before we both fall asleep, babe”, he whispered, which caused you to sign. Leaving now was draining, even exhausting. After this wonderful sex, you were too tired to move anywhere, not to the bathroom and certainly not back to your cold bed.

You pouted your lips and tilted your head, so you could give him your puppy eyes and a pretty please with cream and a cherry on top. “Just ten more minutes. Your bed is way comfier than mine.”

He laughed and kissed your forehead. “That’s just because I’m in this bed and you like to use me as your personal giant pillow.” Your fingers hovered about his belly. Even though his muscles weren’t tense now, you could still feel the strength lying beneath his skin.

While your index finger drew circles around his bellybutton, you whined: “Maybe… just maybe that is true, but I still want to lay here for a bit. Otherwise I start to feel like a whore, who only comes for sex and leaves silently afterwards.”  It wasn’t a knock against Lizzie or her job, but you didn’t like the feeling, when you got home and had to find sleep in your own bed. Even though you had a relationship with him, you still felt lonely. Especially when the sun was rising and nobody was by your side.

“You’re not a whore and you know that”, he argued looking a little concerned.

Then you turned on your back and stared at the ceiling. “No, I’m a Shelby and that is probably worse”, you scoffed.

Now Isaiah was silent and had no witty comeback for that. Maybe, because it was true. If you weren’t part of the family, you could be with anyone, whoever you wanted. Carrying the name Shelby was the only reason, why you had to hide your relationship with Isaiah.

After a while he mumbled: “Okay, stay for a while, but you should be back before they open the shop.” By that time you were already half asleep and yet his words made you smile. He wrapped his arms around you, the little spoon and purred like a cat. Just in this position the both of you fell asleep.

Loud steps were coming near the door, but they wouldn’t wake you up. The screaming of Isaiah’s name did. It was a familiar voice and it took you a couple of minutes to notice, it was your brother Finn who shouted and ran down the hall. Suddenly you were wide awake. You startled up and looked around the room. The sun was already up and shining through the window. Then you saw Isaiah, who was just as frightened as you were.

If Finn came rushing through that door, your secret relationship was no longer secret. “I locked the door last night”, he whispered, which was relieving to you, but still no perfect solution for this problem.

Now Finn arrived at the other side of the door and was knocking on it like crazy. “Isaiah, wake up! Y/N is gone. Nobody can find her and Michael said you were the last one with her in the bar”, your brother yelled. You could hear the panic in his voice, but you couldn’t get caught. Not now.

You stumbled out of the bed and collected your clothes, when you heard Isaiah ask: “What are you going to do? You can’t go out there. He will find out.” And you knew your boyfriend wasn’t concerned about Finn, more about Tommy.

The tension in the room was immense. You had to come up with a plan or your brothers would shoot your lover in front of your eyes.

Suddenly you knew what to do. You pushed the pile of clothing to your chest and squeeze it thigh, when you explained in a lower tone: “I’m gonna hide in the wardrobe and then you open the door and go with Finn away. Afterwards I can come out and then I go to the betting shop and tell the others I have fallen asleep on a bench or something.” It was not the best plan, but yet your only option.

Isaiah nodded and you climbed into the cabinet where he stored his shirt and jackets. The second you entered the small wooden space, you knew it was all going down. Call it intuition, call it divination, call it whatever power Polly owned, but you felt it rushing through your body. He closed the door behind you and then you could hear him stumble into his pants.

Only half clothed he unlocked the door to let Finn in. Isaiah was still sleepy. He wasn’t the morning type of person and before he hadn’t had his breakfast he wasn’t really available. Finn strode up and down. You heard is nervous steps. “Everybody is freaking out right now. Polly thinks somebody kidnapped her or worse. I mean, she has always been unratable in her doings, but this time my sister is really going of the edge. It’s already past lunch and nobody has seen her”, Finn explained: “This morning her bed was empty and I thought I shouldn’t worry, but now I’m afraid I should have said something sooner.”

The cabinet was very uncomfortable and yet you tried not to move or to make a noise, which would cause Finn’s attention. However, being in Isaiah’s position didn’t seem to be pleasant as well. He had to lie to his best friend about the whereabouts of his missing sister, knowing she was sitting right here. Isaiah patted his friends shoulder and said nothing.

Finn didn’t calm down and seemed to be upset, Isaiah wasn’t panicking like him. “C’mon, get dressed. We have to look for her. She might be lying somewhere in the dirt. We shouldn’t waste even more time, standing around.” Then he walked to the closet and opened just the door where you had been hiding.

Butt-naked you fell down to the floor and looked up to your younger brother, who had the same face expression as the one time you told him where the babies were coming from. Some when later you would look back at this moment and would have a good laugh about this, but right now it felt like your world was collapsing.

He should have seen you like this and it took you a whole minute to gather the mental energy to get back up at your feet and greet him like it was the normal thing to do in a situation like this. “Hey, Finny, there I am.”

Your brother froze mid movement and stared at you as if you were the first pink elephant the world has seen or a bear riding a bike. Then he broke the silence. “What?”, he winced. There was no anger in his voice, just total confusion.

Finn looked to Isaiah and then back to you. “You screwed my sister?!”

There was no answer to this question.

“How long?” Finn asked: “How long did you hide that from me?”

You glared over to you boyfriend as if you were asking him for permission to say something. Isaiah signed and nodded. There was no point in denying this anymore. It was over.

Now you had to tell the truth. “A couple of months, maybe a year or so”, you croaked and your voice sounded strange. Like it was not your own and even though you dreamt about finally opening up, it shouldn’t have been like this.

Your brother yelled: “A year?! A whole fucking year? Damn, I should be proud because apparently you two are excellent liars with no moral issues… you two deserve each other.” You heard the disgust and disappointment, when he spoke and it broke your heart. Back then, when the whole thing started you though he might be the only one of your brothers to understand you. How wonderfully wrong you were.

“No”, you said under your breath: “Don’t fucking do this to me. I would have told you, if you wouldn’t have run straight to Tommy after you knew. Everybody knows you can’t keep a secret. So don’t act like it was my fault or my mistake, because it’s not. I would have gladly told everybody, I’m like him very much, but you and Tommy and Arthur and John made it impossible for me to even talk with a guy who is not part of the gang. You can’t turn this around and act like you are the victim in all this.”

It was time for you to stand up for yourself and your decisions… and time for you to get dressed. You didn’t seem as responsible as you were when you were still naked and in front of the closed you have been hiding in. Now you knew how wrong it was to lie and hide your relationship, because it wasn’t their concern. It was your life, your body and your choice. Nobody could take that from you and certainly not your brothers. You weren’t afraid of them. All your life you saw how your brothers treated women and you said nothing about it, but this should change right now.

So you stood there, furious and filled with rage, put on your dress and your shoes and said one last thing, before leaving: “This madness has to end.”

You stormed out of the room- not caring for Isaiah or Finn- and heading for the King of Small Heath to throw him out of his high throne. Your hair was a nest and you smelled like a bar after a dirty old night, when you entered the betting shop. Nobody was there, just the regular family members.

Everybody seemed to be relieved to see you again and then came close to hug you. Ada was right next to the door and the first to greet you. “Oh my god, you’re back, sweetie”, she muttered.

Next was Polly who examined your appearance for cuts and other injuries. Of course you had none, besides the hickeys Isaiah gave you. She tried to take a closer look of your neck, but you pulled away, which caused her to ask: “What happened? Where were you all night?”

Now Tommy was coming up to you. His steps were slow, but fierce and the glare in his eyes was pinching. “Just from the smell I would guess, she was with a guy this night”, he scoffed: “She probably had a lot of fun, but now she should say, who that guy was, so we can take actions.” You knew he was addressing you, even though he didn’t phrase it like that.

“I don’t think, this is your business”, you replied with a grin on your face. You wouldn’t back down. Not this time. “But yes, I was with a guy tonight. So you don’t need to worry. I’m completely fine.”

Your older brother led out a little laugh, pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. “Well, well, well, I don’t care what you think. I’m your brother and it’s my job to make sure you’re safe”, he explained: “And now you tell me who he was.” Ah, past tense, a hint of what was going to happen.

You crossed your arms and tiled your head to give him a dismissive look. “Who said it was your job?” was your comeback, but your brother wasn’t remotely impressed. Neither of you would let the other win. You were too stubborn for this gesture of insight.

Others, including Arthur and John, were somehow intimidated by Tommy’s behavior, but not you. Actually, you learned too much from him to take his shit.  He taught you to help your head up high and how to outsmart your enemies.  Now you could use the same strategies against him.

“Ever since our father left and mom died, you act like you are in charge, but you’re not. We are your siblings, not your pawn, waiting for your command”, you hissed: “I have my own life and I make my own decisions and who I meet shouldn’t concern you.” Slowly your anger grew. It was a boiling feeling in your gut, like you were fueled with fire.

Tommy was getting gleaming red. You had hit the right spot and you knew you would hurt him with your words, but otherwise he wouldn’t understand. The words were stuck in his throat as he killed you with his looks.

Patiently, you waited for his answer. He wouldn’t give you the satisfaction, but silencing your brother was the best thing ever, since he was the reason why you felt miserable lately. “No comeback? No arguments, dear?” You loved to poke his wounds and you did it with a huge smile on your face.

“As if you would listen to me… You even said it yourself. You wouldn’t take my advice”, he responded and bid his lip. “But I don’t need to talk to you to teach you a lesson. You’re too young to fuck around town and I’m going to find the bastard who did this and kill him.”

The door was opened behind you and soon Finn entered the room. You gave your little brother the death glare you were known for. He shouldn’t get the idea he was allowed to talk about what he found out.

You should be raging right now, but all you could do was laugh. His empty threats weren’t as daunting as he thought. With nothing but spite you whistled: “I would love to see you try. I kept this a secret for over a year now and you noticed nothing. And now I can wait another year for you to find him… or I could run away… whatever you prefer.”

Now you’re pushing your luck. Finn could ruin everything, if he just said one wrong word. The palms of your hands were sweaty. It was a dangerous game you played there, but it was not like you could back out of it now. This was road of no return.

Tommy seemed to be more surprised than fuming, when he asked: “You slept with some geezers for a year now?” He respected your talent to keep it under the radar. Everybody who could shirk his rules deserved acknowledgement for putting up with this risk. Maybe he was finally realizing how much you had grown. You weren’t his little kitten anymore.

“No, not geezers, just one guy”, you corrected him: “But yes, that is true.”

You watched Tommy as he walked around the table, heading for the whiskey, while he nodded understandingly. “Mh, so you would say it’s love?”

A sign came from your lips. You already knew the answer, but you weren’t so sure, if you should say this out loud. After all, you didn’t even have a proper talk about this with Isaiah. Silence was filling the room, while you calculated your risks. If you said, you loved him and Isaiah wasn’t as serious about the relationship, you would look like an idiot. Good for you, he didn’t come to the betting shop to witness the fight between you and your brother. Finally you decided to tell everybody: “Yes, I do.”

“Good”, Tommy mumbled while he poured his whiskey: “Then you should have my blessing. Just give us the name now.” He took a sip and seemed to be amused by your embarrassment.

Talking about Isaiah, while he wasn’t present, was weird, but you knew why he stayed in the comfort of his own room. You weren’t mad at him for not running after you. This was your fight and not his. And after all your brothers were a little scary, when it comes to stuff like this.

But you had Tommy’s word now and nothing should happen to your man. You shrugged and rolled with your eyes. The fuss they made about this was still annoying.

Ada patted your shoulder and encouraged you to speak. “Do we know him?” The answer was yes, but it was also the reason, why you struggled to say it out loud.

Even John chimed in and kept pushing: “Yeah, what’s up with this fella?” He was smiling to let you know the mood had changed. Nobody was against you anymore.

“It’s…”, you started and fumbled for the seam of your dress: “It’s Isaiah.”

At first it was dead silence, while the others processed the information, then Arthur and John burst out in laughter. Finn seemed to be relieved, because he would have hated it to keep a secret like this. Your older sister was hugging you a little too tight and even Polly was smiling.

Tommy had a smug on his face when he muttered: “If that’s the case, then you should have your happiness.”

“Isaiah is a fine fella. You will be alright”, hummed Arthur. Apparently everybody was happy with your choice. You just had to stand up for yourself.

It felt like a huge weight was lifted off your shoulders and then you could laugh about it too. But suddenly you remember that Isaiah was still waiting for his death in his room. “I should go and let him of the hook”, you fluted and already went to the door when you heard Tommy said: “Don’t get pregnant or he has to marry you.”

#peaky blinders #peaky fucking blinders #peaky #peaky blinder fanfic #isiah jesus #isaiah jesus #daryl mccormack #peaky fookin blinders #tommy shelby #shelby sister #isiah x reader #isiah x you #fanfic #peaky blinders x sister!reader #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders x you #peaky blinders x y/n

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

In the aftermath of the “The Bait” ending, both Freddy and Monty end up banned from the daycare which is ironic considering they are once again put into a situation where they are isolated from others though this time it’s their own doing. Instead of being locked in they’re locking others out.

Neither want anything to do with them. Moon is honestly really hurt by the fact that they used him as some prop. Infected or not just because he didn’t express emotions didn’t mean he didn’t FEEL them, and why in the fresh heck did they electrocute him and then immediately deactivate the virus without even having a way to get rid of the excess electricity? Why did they just let his first moment back being sheer panic and insane agony?

Sun was upset because honestly? Freddy had shown such resistance to hurting his other infected friends all night, and yet he was comfortable enough to do THAT to them and then just… thought everything would go back to normal afterwards? He was disgusted with them, especially with Freddy, and felt betrayed. Clearly he knew at least to some extent that the infected robots were still his friends somewhere inside, or else he wouldn’t be so concerned about Roxy and chica. So did he just not think of them as friends? Was all the time that they spent those years ago with Bonnie, being taught through how to interact with customers and shown around the building, memories they still hold dear, nothing to him?

Neither wanted those two around, and weren’t willing to listen to them. It was probably very embarrassing for them to explain to Roxanne and chica why they were banned from the daycare

Though there still is a bit of hope that they won’t remain isolated forever; not everyone is banned from the daycare after all :)

#fnaf moon #moondrop #daycare attendant #fnaf sun #sundrop #sunrise #fnaf security breach au #fnaf monty #fnaf Glamrock chica #fnaf Glamrock freddy #fnaf Roxanne #crazy twins au

[theliterarywolf]

Have you heard about what's happening with Scott Cawthin, the guy who created Five nights at Freddie's?

I'm honestly surprised that people are out here acting surprised that Scott has Conservative Christian views.

From Day 1, he's been both. One of his first games was an adaptation of The Pilgrim's Progress, for fuck's sake.

And, look, here's the thing:

From what I read of his addressing the controversy, he was one of those people who felt pretty much pigeon-holed into voting for Trump.

Which, a lot of people don't want to acknowledge, but there was a large percentage who felt that way. Hell, remember when Hillary went to areas that rely on coal-mining for their economy... And told them that her plan was to get rid of the coal-mining industry? Of COURSE those people would jump over to Trump after that.

And let me just say this and out myself at the same time: I hate Trump, I found him obnoxious and the "Build a Wall" shite was the biggest 'Just going to... Show your asshole to the rest of the world, huh?' stunt ever, and I voted for Hillary not because I liked her but I felt that most of the stuff she was talking about would have been locked into 4 years of a nothing-presidency

But, even with all of that, I understand that not everyone who voted for Trump is this torch-wielding, racist caricature that a lot of people see whenever they see those fucking red hats.

I DO acknowledge that some of them are, and that a good portion of that group are obnoxious as all hell (to the pro-Trump caravan that caused traffic near my apartment to come to a stand-still several times, I hate you), but it's not all of them.

But, back to Scott: I'm sorry that a lot of people feel 'betrayed' that their trans gay headcanons for Bonnie the Bunny didn't convert Scott away from Christianity, but the fact that so many people are cancelling him now is... Tragically comedic.

[mrepstein]

The Beatles Book Monthly (No. 5, December 1963)

‘A TALE OF FOUR BEATLES’ by Billy Shepherd

PART IV (PART I // PART II // PART III)

Part IV opens in June, 1961 and charts Brian Epstein's early involvement with the Beatles.

And so the Beatles, with two experience-garnering trips to Germany behind them, got back to Liverpool. A swingin’ scene... and they were very much a part of it. It was the end of June, 1961.

But though they liked having more money to spend, they hadn’t the foggiest idea of just how much they were worth. The offers came in. Anything between £6 and £14 was the pay-packet, to be shared between Messrs. Lennon, McCartney, Harrison and drummer Pete Best.

“We just didn’t know,” admits George. “We loved the work, the excitement. We didn’t realise we were often being exploited. But it was hard work and somehow we didn’t seem to have much money in the kitty after we’d kept our equipment up to scratch...”

July, 1961, could go down as a summit meeting in Merseybeat history. A steamy, summery, shimmery night at Litherland Town Hall. A young promoter named Brian Kelly announced his attraction: The Beatmakers.

George Harrison was on lead guitar. Paul McCartney on rhythm. John Lennon on piano. Drummers were Pete Best and Freddie Marsden. Les Maguire operated on saxophone, Les Chadwick on bass guitar - and Gerry Marsden nipped on and off behind a big grin to take the vocals.

Gerry and the Pacemakers and the Beatles had linked up. For one night only and for a fee which is the smallest fraction of what they’d command for such a show now.

It led to friendships between the group members... but it didn’t seem to be leading to that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow for the Beatles.

Says John: “We went on knocking ourselves out night after night but somehow there was a bit of frustration creeping in to it all. It didn’t seem to be leading anywhere.”

But the audiences were greatly appreciative.

Says Paul: “We started accepting dates further south. We got pretty near London on some of them. No change of material for us - still the stuff that went down so well in Germany. But we were veering away from the leather gear. Don’t make this sound big-headed, but the fact is that a lot of other groups were copying the way we looked on stage. So we changed to more ordinary clothes for a while.”

But in September, depression set in. Paul and John took themselves off to Paris for a holiday. They remember being flat broke. Remember having to search through every pocket to rake up enough francs for a Coke. Now, of course, they can go where they please and not count the cost.

And George and Pete stayed on in Liverpool, virtually lost to the Beat scene. Ray McFall, owner of the Cavern Club remembers seeing Messrs. Harrison and Best around the lunch-time sessions but they seemed dispirited. They took a lot of persuading even to join in on the impromptu roar-ups.

Let well-known Liverpool show compere Bob Wooler fill in the background to this black spot in the Beatles’ history.

“I’ve known the boys since the early days. I’ve been a long-time admirer. What they really needed was a manager in those far-off days. They seemed content not to argue about the fees they were offered. And they didn’t seem to realise that they were pulling in crowds on the strength of their own name and performance.

“After all, they had to live. They had to look after their equipment - and they often had travelling expenses to pay. It’s all very well being popular and enjoying your work, but you should be paid what you’re worth as well.

“Ray McFall at the Cavern was different. If the crowd was good, he upped the fee. That’s why the boys have always been so loyal to the Cavern. But you can understand them being puzzled at the lack of hard cash from their other venues where they were so often doubling the attendances.”

Paul and John were meanwhile spending a lot of time on their song-writing. You’ll see how much they’d already achieved in this direction as the story pushes on to the first recording days.

John and Paul could never sit down and simply write a song to order. They admit: “We have to wait for the ideas to arrive. It can happen anywhere. On a bus, or a train, or backstage at a dance-hall or theatre. Sometimes the title suggests itself first. Then we get going on the words and music. Sometimes we’ve finished a very successful seller in less than an hour.”

But their most pressing need was for a manager. Paul has told me “When we first started on paid jobs, we honestly thought we weren’t manageable. We thought nobody would want to bother with us. We were a pretty off-beat bunch of characters, to say the least. And we had a sense of humour which somehow involved us all and which was hardly in the interests of discipline. So, for a long time, we just didn’t take any notice of the advice that we should be properly handled. ‘Who’d WANT US,’ was the way we thought...

“And that’s where we were wrong...”

A MANAGER. Liverpool man Allan Williams took on the chore for a while... he now runs the Blue Angel Club on Merseyside.

But the man who was to make show business history with the Beatles knew nothing about the group in that September of 1961. That man, of course, was Brian Epstein, one-time drama student, member of a family which owned a chain of furniture and radio-TV stores in Liverpool.

He was not exactly WITH the beat scene. But he WAS in touch with the public taste through his work in the record department of the stores. He’d been there for five years, building up the business, enlarging the staff roster and increasing the turnover.

And in September, 1961, he was a puzzled man. Fans kept approaching him with: “Have you any records by the Beatles?” Brian mused. Pondered. Wondered. One young lad was particularly persistent in his demands. Brian dug deep into the record-lists. And found reference to that “My Bonnie” single, recorded in Germany, on which the Beatles played a strictly supporting role to guitar-star Tony Sheridan.

“I became Beatle-conscious for a while,” he says. “I always tried to work on the theory that the customer was right - and if they wanted the Beatles, well... I’d do my best to supply the Beatles. Eventually I traced the source and ordered some 200 copies for the record-stores. They sold quickly...

“Then out of the blue I heard they were Liverpool boys, had a rapidly-growing following - and were actually playing in a club near the store. It was a place that I’m sure I’d visited before, a sort of teenage gathering-place, but I really didn’t know much about it.

“After a while, I thought I’d better pop down there and see what all the fuss was about.”

Brian Epstein went to the Cavern. Met the Beatles. And things really started happening for the ambitious but not-too-sure group.

There are two ways of looking at this near-historic meeting. Brian Epstein’s. And the Beatles’ viewpoint.

Beatles first. Said George: “He started talking to us about the record that had created the demand. We didn’t know much about him but he seemed very interested in us and also a little bit baffled.

“He came back several times and talked to us. It seemed there was something he wanted to say, but he wouldn’t come out with it. He just kind of watched us and studied what we were doing. One day, he took us to the store and introduced us. We thought he looked rather red and embarrassed about it all.

“Eventually, he started talking about becoming our manager. Well, we hadn’t really had anybody actually VOLUNTEER in that sense. At the same time, he was very honest about it all - you know, like saying he didn’t really know anything about managing a group like us. He sort of hinted that he was keen if we’d go along with him...”

Brian, quite honestly, thought that the Beatles looked a mess. He wondered what exactly they thought they were trying to be. Their strange jackets, the rather scruffy jeans, the hair-styles, which could only have been styled on something called “chaos.”

“But there was something enormously attractive about them,” he recalls. “I liked the way they worked and the obvious enthusiasm they put into their numbers. People talk about the Liverpool sound but I sometimes wonder what exactly they mean. These boys put everything into their routines but they didn’t use echo. That struck me as being a very good thing.

“It was the boys themselves, though, who really swung it. Each had something which I could see would be highly commercial if only someone could push it to the top. They were DIFFERENT characters but they were so obviously part of the whole. Quite frankly, I was excited about their prospects, provided some things could be changed.”

And Brian told his friends: “This could easily turn out to be the biggest show business attraction since Elvis Presley.” It’s a tribute to his foresight and intuition that that is precisely what has happened.

Brian decided to get the boys together at a round-table conference at his store. A time was fixed and the boys agreed. But Beatles are not always the easiest of people to organise. Brian sat waiting... and waiting... and waiting. He was trying to cope with the vastly complex figures of Christmas orders for the store and minutes were precious to him.

Eventually THREE Beatles arrived. George, John and Pete. No Paul. Story goes that Brian got George to ring through and see what had happened to the left-handed guitar-star. And that Paul admitted he was still in the bath... but wouldn’t be long!

Brian was rather on his high-horse. He felt it was not the right thing for someone who wanted to talk business to be kept waiting. He pointed out that Paul, the cherubic one of the four, would be extremely late. “Yes,” said George, forcing back a grin. “But he’ll also be extremely clean.”

Says Brian: “That sense of humour is invaluable. You could hardly feel annoyed at their lack of business ability. They were just four individual and off-beat characters.”

Prior to Brian taking such an interest, there was great concern among Cavern people that there was a chance of the Beatles packing in all thoughts of show business careers. Bob Wooler had tried hard to get BBC television producer Jack Good interested in the group. Jack had produced beat shows, like “Six-Five Special” which had been the stepping-stone to success for artistes like Cliff Richard. But Jack was also in demand in the States... and he’d gone there to further his own career long before Bob could get any decision from the telly-folk.

Brian, having eventually assembled all four Beatles in the same room, put his propositions to them. He went through a process of brain-washing, though he did it all very tactfully. He didn’t like their manner of dress. Wasn’t knocked out by the unruly hair-cuts. Was singularly unimpressed by the way they casually drank tea on stage while in the middle of shows.

He pleaded with them rather than ordered them. He knew they were a valuable property and he was knocked out at the way their personal following was growing through the Merseyside area.

Said John: “He’d tell us that jeans were not particularity smart and could we possibly manage to wear PROPER trousers. But he didn’t want us suddenly looking square. He let us have our own sense of individuality.”

He added: “We respected his views. We stopped champing at cheese rolls and jam butties on stage. We paid a lot more attention to what we were doing. Did our best to be on time. And we smartened up, in the sense that we wore suits instead of any sloppy old clothes.”

It was a master-plan. A long-term plan if necessary but it was aimed at making the most of four young men who clearly had that star quality in them... even though a recording contract was still more than nine months away.

Obviously, Brian Epstein’s main job was to get the group on record. He knew the strength of their popularity in Liverpool and he felt it wouldn’t be a hard job to interest some of the London companies. But that was where Brian was wrong.

He even delayed any sort of action until the results of the 1961 “Mersey Beat Poll” were announced. That came up at the end of the year. And the Beatles were high and dry in top place in this important survey of how the public felt about the myriad groups operating in the scene. Said Brian: “I thought this was the ‘Open Sesame’ to the recording scene. I felt that Liverpool was important enough to have London executives falling about to sign the boys. I was wrong...”

Brian, though technically still in charge of important parts of the family business, threw himself into the job of getting the Beatles known nationally. He had the backing of the Beatles’ parents and it was to be no holds barred for the major break through.

He started visiting London. Hopefully. Optimistically. But record executives showed an alarming tendency to register non-committal gloom. Brian had to keep reporting apparent failure to the boys - by now riding higher than ever in popular acclaim in Liverpool.

Cont’d next month in No. 6

#Brian Epstein #The Beatles #Beatles Book Monthly #1963 #60s #Billy Shepherd

[trollartistry]

Fleeting Reunion

Doing a drabble again! No art this time, but I might draw it later. I had the idea of ‘what if Nemi reunited with Classic Freddy as an adult?’ and wanted to do something with it.

Now, just an FYI, this drabble’s based on the idea that *somehow* and for *some* reason, the old classic animatronics were kept and used as parts or something for the new Glamrocks. Also dunno what year Security Breach canonly is in so I’m using our current year, 2021. So I’m really breaking canon here- oh well.

Story under the read more!

The first time Nemi discovered the old, beat down classics, he was shocked and thought he had been seeing things. Tucked deep in the pizzaplex was a parts and services room, and while he worked as a nightguard, on occasion he’d act as a mechanic. The man only had been looking for a basic piece to replace in Monty’s arm as it had broken mid golf swing, and it was an easy fix. But Nemi found more than just the part he needed- he found 4 familiar animatronics from the pizzeria he used to go to as a child; Foxy, Bonnie, Chica, and of course Freddy.

It plagued his mind, and it unnerved him every time he had to go into that room. They weren’t even that dismantled, if anything just.. broken. The foam and fabric on all of them torn, Chica’s hands were missing, Bonnie’s face was gone, and Foxy looked shredded up along his limbs and ear. Freddy was the only one that looked mostly decent, but the state he was in infuriated the nightguard. All of these beloved robots, just dumped in the back with no care in the world.

And then Nemi’s thoughts went from a simple, curious walk to a manic, inquisitive run. Were they the same four from that old pizzeria he attended on a weekly basis when he was a child? Why were they here? Could they still work if he powered them up? What would he even do once he turned them all on and they were the old ones he once knew? ...Would Freddy remember who he was, if Nemi was to power him up? 

Finally his willpower broke one night. He had to know. He would only power up Freddy, just to see what would happen. If it wasn’t the same Freddy as the one all those years ago, he’d just shut him back off and let his burning questions fizzle to forgotten ash. And if it was the same Freddy, well.. they could at least catch up.

He spent a good month or so sneaking in, fiddling with wires and parts to make sure the bot could turn on without much difficulty. Thankfully, it seemed any evidence of his tampering either went unnoticed, or wasn’t reported cuz no one ever stopped him. And finally, one night, he was done. All there was left to do was flick the switch and power Freddy up. Nemi took a breath in, muttered his hope, and flicked the switch.

Sparks sputtered and the whole frame of Freddy jolted as power ran through his circuits, causing Nemi to jump back. Inside there was whirring, old inner workings flowing with electricity. The man watched, unsure if his heart was racing with hope or anxiety as the bot’s eyes twitched a bit, before blinking, focusing in on the darkened room and the person before him.

Freddy sat up against the wall, ears tilting a little and he blinked once, twice. Nemi could tell he was confused immediately, the way his eyebrows furrowed and he shut his jaw in a pursed manner. There was silence, an uncomfortable silence and Nemi didn’t know what to say or do, Freddy was just sitting there..

As Nemi opened his mouth, Freddy blinked with some recognition and spoke, unsure, “..*D-Deadname*?”

It’s a name that hasn’t been used by friends or family in so many years, only used for legal manners. But hearing it makes Nemi choke on his words as his heart clenches with emotion. So it is the same Freddy, and he recognizes him even after all these years.

“..Y-yea, it’s me, Freddy.” Nemi said, coming back over to kneel down before the sitting bot, unable to help but grin at him. “I don’t- don’t go by that anymore b-but it’s me.”

Freddy’s silent as he looks the man over, obviously a bit frazzled seeing someone he last saw as a child now kneeling before him as a grown man. He then looks around the room, and sees all of the different parts, and his fellow animatronics. He’s quiet as he takes it all in, and even though he’s old and worn, Freddy was wise and knew what this entailed. They weren’t in use anymore and instead replaced.

“I uh.. go by Nemi now.” Nemi said, bringing the bot’s attention back to him. Freddy blinked, then softly hummed a little as he nodded, “Nemi.. it’s.. unique.”

“Heh.. yea, got it during highschool.” Nemi replied. It’s quiet again and Freddy’s once again looking around, and Nemi wiped his watery eyes before deciding to explain, “You uh.. You’re in Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzaplex. The year’s 2021.. I guess you guys are being used as parts now.”

“2021?” Freddy asked, attention back on Nemi. The man nods and Freddy gives a quiet sigh, “..I’m amazed we’re still in solid pieces then. Or that I even work..” He looked down at himself.

“I uh.. had to fix you quite a bit actually just to get you to t-turn on..” Nemi said with a shrug. He’s looking over Freddy again, and now that the animatronic’s on and talking, it makes his withered state hurt Nemi all the more. Freddy doesn’t miss the first tears dripping down the man’s face and he tries to distract him from his emotions, “Hey.. at least my name’s still out there, right? Surely there’s another model of me still keeping an eye on you.” He smiled.

Nemi’s heart only hurts more than that. Glamrock Freddy was just as incredible as the classic, if not more, and sure, the man loves him dearly.. but he could hear his younger self weep in the back of his mind, ‘But that’s not MY Freddy!’ Nemi clenches his eyes shut at that, a sniffle escaping him, and Freddy quietly sighs before he opens his arms, the old joints creaking. “Shh.. come here, it’s okay.”

The guard, though grown, can’t help but immediately close the distance to hug the beloved animatronic, a sob escaping him. Freddy holds him close, and recalls the few times he did this to Nemi when he was a little girl. He begins to try and play the same tune he did back then, but realizes he no longer has his music box, only a soft clicking noise coming from the inner crank that was left installed to turn it. So instead, Freddy talks and hopes his voice offers that same comfort.

“I missed you.. It’s nice to see you grown up.” Freddy said softly, removing the security hat from Nemi’s head to stroke his hair soothingly. Nemi manages to whimper out that he missed the bot as well, along with an apology that makes Freddy hush him softly, “You have nothing to be sorry for, Nemi..”

The brunette pulls back a little, shaking his head as he tries to wipe those spilled tears, “I-I didn’t even get to say goodbye to you back then when I had to move.. A-And now, here you are, i-in the back of a damn mall collecting d-dust and in pieces-” He began, and a old paw cups his cheek.

“None of that is your fault.” Freddy said as he comforted the man, “What matters is you had a good life after your time with me. I knew I would eventually be taken down from the spotlight, either for good or for a new model to replace me.. it happens, Nemi.”

Nemi looks at the bot who gives him a warm smile, the same smile he would give him all those years ago. It calms some of those bubbling sorrows, but Nemi still can’t help but sniffle.

“It’s been, what.. 10 or so years? And you’ve changed so much.. we have time, why don’t you tell me what you’ve been up to? Just like old times.” Freddy offered, and Nemi nodded.

He told the bear about his father’s passing, the many years of moving before he ended up in his aunt and uncle’s care. How he discovered his own identity and realized he was a man, and graduated highschool by the skin of his teeth. Freddy listened to all of it, just like how he used to listen to Nemi as a child talk about his days back then. He then asked about the pizzaplex and how the man enjoyed working there, and Nemi in turn talked about the whole place and the Glamrock animatronics. Freddy’s amused at how Nemi talks about Glamrock Freddy- its that same admiration the man had for Freddy back then.. and something more, Freddy can tell. The conversation helped Nemi calm down and it was comforting to Freddy himself to know he was still loved by people, even if it was a completely different model. But a glance to his watch told Nemi he only had another hour or two before his shift was up. Before his time with Freddy, was up.

“..Y’know,” Nemi began after a silent moment of just being close to the bot, “I think- I think they’d get along fine with you and the others.. I could work on them too, get them up and running, and-”

“No.” Freddy shuts down the idea with a frown. It hurts to do so, but he knows his place. “I’ve had my time on the stage. We all have..”

The nightguard looks shocked at Freddy’s answer, and tries to change his mind, “F-Freddy c’mon, it’ll be fine! Maybe- Maybe HR would consider refurbishing you guys and you can be part of it all even-!” He said, voice cracking with desperation and Freddy cups the man’s face again, eyes sternly looking down at him.

“You and I both know that’s not how it would go, Nemi.” He said, “Even if we got along with the Glamrocks, it’d be trouble for all of us to be on again. You already risked your job just to get me back online, do you know how much trouble you’ll get into if you left me on?”

“I don’t care!” Nemi exclaimed, not caring just how childish he sounded, “Do you know how much I missed you when I had to leave?! And now here at my job I find your- your broken body just laying here and not know if it was really you and now that I put in all that work, it really IS you?! I-I can’t just- power you back down and forget about you after this, I-I wont! I love you too much to lose you again!!”

There’s a silence, and Nemi’s face grows red as he realizes what he said was selfish and childish of him, along with a confession for the old bot. Freddy’s surprised to hear it, but he then smiles, brushing back some of the brunette hair.

“I know. But you’ve never lost me nor forgot about me, have you? You got a job at a place with my name still in it, along with getting along with another me.” Freddy said warmly, “I know it’s hard.. but it’s for the best. If you kept me on, it would jeopardize everything and you could lose everything you have here.. including that Glamrock version of me.”

Nemi’s eyes widen, before looking away with sorrow at the thought of losing Glamrock Freddy. Freddy was right, but the thought of having to turn him back off had Nemi’s heart twisting in agony. “..B-but.. I can’t..” He whimpered, and Freddy pulled him back into the embrace.

“I know it’s hard.. but you have to.” Freddy murmured. “I’ll still be here, in more ways than one.”

Nemi nodded, fresh tears spilling as he let out another sob, “Can- can I hear your song, just one last time..?”

Freddy may of not had his music box, but he began to hum softly, letting the man hear that tune once more. They stayed there in the darkness of the room, Nemi quietly crying in Freddy’s arms as he listened, before sitting up as the last few notes were hummed. Nemi opened up the bot’s chest, reaching in to that power switch and looked up at Freddy, the two sharing one last gaze.

“G-Goodbye, Freddy..”

“Goodbye, Nemi.”

And with a flip of the switch, the sound of machinery powering down echoed in Nemi’s ears as he watched the life fade from Freddy’s eyes as he slumped against the wall, eyelids closing over. The man closed the chest plate, staring at the bot with a heavy heart before picking up his hat and getting up. He went to the door, pausing to take one glance back to the beloved bear, before exiting the room, the thud of the door closing behind him echoing down the hall.

A week later when he has to go in to that same room, he’s griefstricken to see the four bodies of the classic animatronics were gone for good and for the rest of that night, it’s spent sticking close to Glamrock Freddy as the new, shiny Glamrock model of his beloved childhood friend still brought the man comfort and happiness.

#nemi babbles #story #drabble #five nights at freddys #fanfic #fnaf fanfic #fnaf security breach #freddy fazbear #glamrock freddy #self insert #self insert x canon

[trashyswitch]

William Breaks the Animatronics (Kinda???)

William is not very techy. But that has never stopped him before. This time, William causes a glitch to occur which...causes some mixed feelings.

William’s body screeched to a halt as he reached his best friend. “Ohthankgod! You’re here! Finally! It took long enough!” William reacted with worry in his voice.

“Geez, you’re impatient.” Henry responded.

“I THINK I BROKE SOMETHING AND I’M TOO SCARED TO TRY ANYTHING ELSE.” William admitted.

Henry sighed. William was not exactly the most techy guy. Sure, he could plug in a video game console and figure out some basic animatronic repairs. But there was always a limit to his knowledge and more often than not, William would cross the line of knowledge. That often leads to Henry Nascar-driving his way over to the Pizzeria at 9:30 at night to save his ass. Again.

“What is it this time?” Henry asked. “Did you miswire the joints again?” Henry asked.

“Nope. The joints are fine.” William replied.

“Did you accidentally trigger another shut down?” Henry asked.

“No, he’s still very much alive and moving.” William replied, looking at it.

Henry thought, before widening his eyes. “You didn’t...destroy the ticking circuit spine, did you?” Henry asked.

William looked at him with blank eyes.

“You better not have!” Henry warned. “Cause those are the most expensive, customized equipment we had to buy for these new animatronics!” Henry reacted.

“No, I didn’t. I promise.” William replied.

Henry looked at him with narrowing eyes, before letting him off the hook. “Okay. What’s the problem?” Henry asked.

William looked at Freddy Fazbear and the other Toy animatronics and gulped. “They’re…” His breath hitched in his throat as Chica waved to him.

“They’re...what?” Henry asked.

“PLAY TIME!” All of them yelled.

Henry’s eyes widened as William shrieked in horror!

“GET THE PURPLE ONE!” Bonnie shouted!

“I’LL GET THE ONE IN THE GLASSES!” Freddy declared.

“RUN!” William shouted to Henry.

Suddenly, both of the boys were off. Sprinting around the pizzeria, and being followed by running, stomping animatronics that made the ground raddle with their steps!

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM?!” Henry asked loudly.

“I DON’T KNOW!” William yelled back.

“COME PLAY WITH US!” Bonnie yelled.

“I LOVE CHASING GAMES!” Foxy reacted happily.

Henry and William both sprinted to the prize corner and hid behind the prize counter. It became pretty clear though, that two grown men could not fit back there.

“My spot. Called it.” Henry pushed William out from behind the prize corner.

“Henry, don-...AAH!” William got himself up immediately and took off towards the stage. “YOU ASSHOLE!”

Suddenly, all the animatronics skidded to a stop and gasped. “He said another bad word!” Freddy reacted.

Henry popped his head out from behind the counter. “Wait, another?”

“You bet! William has had quite the potty mouth. We should have a swear slot!” Foxy told him.

“Mr. Emily, can you make me a swear slot?” Freddy asked.

Henry looked at him with utter concern. “...Uuuuh…”

“Speaking of swearing:” Chica ran up and picked William up. “I GOT ‘EM!” She declared proudly.

“Let me have him!” Foxy begged.

“No, ME!” Bonnie yelled.

“Oh my…” Freddy reacted.

Henry widened his eyes. “AAH- C-Careful! Don’tdrophim!” Henry tried to whisper.

“Don’t worry, Henry! We’ll be extra careful!” Chica reassured him. Chica then proceeded to throw him up into the air and catch him in her arms. “Alright! Get ‘em, boys!” Chica declared.

Freddy, Bonnie and Foxy all reached their hands towards William and walked up to crowd him! “NO!” Henry sprinted up to the animatronics to prevent them from pulling him apart or killing him. He had NO idea as to why they were malfunctioning this much! But all he knew at this point, was that William was NOT going to die from them! And he was gonna make sure of that!

Henry struggled to push himself through the animatronics. So, he tried climbing them. But it didn’t take long for Henry to give up that tactic as well. “GUYS! LET HIM GO! NOW! HE’S DONE NOTHING-”

Suddenly, Henry heard a familiar sound fill the air. It sounded unusual, it sounded bubbly, and it sounded...happy?

Well, mixed with whining.

“HEY! AHA! Ah ah! NO! Get off- HAHAHA! Ohohoff! NOHOhohoho!” He heard.

“W-Wait…” Henry pushed himself through the animatronics and blinked in surprise at the sight:

Foxy and Bonnie were tickling William while Chica was pinning him down!

“..........How-”

“You taught us!” Chica told Henry.

“No I didn’t!” Henry protested. Then, he remembered something. “W-Well, I did plan something like this...But I didn’t go through with it, so you shouldn’t have been able to learn it.” Henry admitted.

Freddy walked up to Henry with a giggle. “Look what I can do now! Hold still!” Freddy instructed. Freddy’s eyes turned blue as he scanned up and down Henry’s body.

“It looks like Henry is somewhat ticklish-” Freddy started pointing to certain ticklish spots as he named them.

Henry shrieked and pushed at the robotic pointing finger. “FREDDY!”

“-der arms, sides, hips, belly button, and toes! But your worst spot appears to be your neck!” Freddy lightly poked and tweaked Henry’s sides to get him to stop pushing.

“aaAAUGH! No, knock it off. Now.” Henry ordered. “I don’t know where you discovered that piece of code, but I am NOT in the mood to deal with it right now.” Henry warned sternly.

“My goodness! Such an attitude.” Foxy reacted.

“Stahahap ihihihit! Thehehe mohomehent Ihihi’m ohout of hehehere, I’m shuhuhuttihing you dohohown! Ohohohon PUHURPOSE thihis tihihihime!” William warned.

“We’ll see…” Freddy replied.

“I think you’ve already done more than enough on us!” Chica added.

“Shuhuhut uhuhup, you ungrahatefuhuhul pihihiece of sprahahaypahainted mehetahahal!” William shot back.

Henry pushed away Freddy’s hands and threw his arms out in defense. “STAP! Stop stop stop.” Henry got out of Freddy’s grip and looked at him. “Freddy: What did William do?” Henry asked.

Freddy stopped upon his command and smiled. “William showed me a new program titled ‘Play time’.” Freddy explained.

Henry tilted his head. ‘Play time’? Now what in the world-

“Let William go for a minute.” Henry ordered to Chica.

Just as she was told, Chica let William go and placed him back onto his feet. William took a moment to get his breath back before walking up to Henry and pointing at Freddy’s arm. “I...I had this opened earlier.” William told him.

William clicked a button to open up Freddy’s left arm plate and looked at the switches and buttons. Then, William watched as Henry clicked and held a bigger button that shut Freddy down.

When Freddy was unconscious, Henry turned to his coworker. “Okay. Now, what were you trying to do here?” Henry asked.

“I was...trying to fix the facial recognition problem…” William admitted.

Henry facepalmed himself. “William…Why?” He asked.

“Cause it was broken. The facial recognition and the staring, it was creeping out some of the parents. And frankly, you weren’t trying to fix it either.” William replied. “Will...I have been trying to fix the facial recognition for years. The facial recognition is BROKEN! BEYOND REPAIR!” Henry sternly told him. It CANNOT BE FIXED! I have TOLD YOU THIS A THOUSAND TIMES!” Henry yelled at him.

William widened his eyes and pointed at Freddy. “But- DUDE! The animatronics weren’t staring at us! They were reacting! REACTING! That means I did something, right?!” William asked.

Henry lifted an eyebrow and looked at Freddy. The pupils of Freddy’s eyes were...a strange color of green. He didn’t even know that Freddy’s eyes were capable of that color! “So...Can you remember what you did?” Henry asked.

William rubbed his own arm. “Well...Not really.”

Henry groaned and rubbed his own nose. “You are an idiot. A complete lunatic.” Henry told him.

William sighed. “But, I can remember what I clicked.” William added.

Henry looked up at him, and looked at the small red button that William was pointing at. It was located on the top of Freddy’s arm. Looking closer at it, Henry narrowed his eyes and took the blueprints out of his hands.

“That button shouldn’t-” Henry looked at the blueprints and pointed at the spot. “That button is not on the blueprints. That button shouldn’t exist. At all.” Henry told him.

William blinked in confusion. “...So, you don’t know what it does then?” William asked.

Henry shook his head. “Nope.”

Henry pushed the button with his finger and held it. He felt something click, and suddenly:

Toy Freddy’s body turned right back on and stared into space. William walked to the front and widened his eyes. “Uh oh…” William grabbed Henry, and pulled him in front to see the animatronic’s eyes: they were green! “Henry, we have to get out-”

Freddy started walking towards the other Toy animatronics and started opening up their arm plates too! When that was happening, William pulled Henry to a hiding spot to watch from a distance.

Freddy revealed that every Toy animatronic had the same button on their arm! Freddy clicked that very button on all of them, and watched as they woke right up without the chance to restart.

“Where are they?” Toy Freddy asked.

“THERE THEY ARE!” Foxy sprinted to the back of the prize counter and picked Henry up! “aAAAAH! PUT ME DOWN! FOXY! PUT ME DOWN NOW!” Henry ordered.

Foxy brought Henry over to Freddy. “Well look who’s back!” Freddy reacted. “And I have some great news as well! I remember all your sensitive spots! Meaning, I don’t have to scan you again!” Freddy declared.

Before Henry could say anything, the Toy animatronics started crowding around him and moving their hands right towards his ticklish spots. Foxy and Chica each tickled an armpit, Freddy went for his hips, and Bonnie went for his belly button!

“Nohoho WAHAHAIT! Nohot sohoho mahahany spohohots ahat ohohonce- NOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA! EEEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!” Henry yelled.

William peeked his head out from under the counter. It didn’t take very long for Henry to burst into loud laughter. William really wanted to help him. It was his fault, after all. But...He also liked seeing Henry laugh like that. And frankly, he would just get himself stuck in the tickle fight as well.

“STAHAHAHAP! NOHOHOHO MOHOHORE! GEHEHET AHAHAFTOHOHON! HEHEHE’S BEHEHIHIND THEHE COHOHOUNTEHER!” Henry yelled at them.

Bonnie quickly looked over at the counter, and walked away from the crowd. William immediately gulped and hid himself more while Bonnie walked closer and closer to the counter. Bonnie walked to the front and leaned over, seeing his purple shirt immediately.

“There you are!” Bonnie declared. Suddenly, William felt a pair of hands grab his sides. But he didn’t get lifted up right away. Instead, Bonnie started skittering and squeezing his sides! William immediately squeaked and flopped onto his side. With William on his side and his face more visible, Bonnie tickled his belly next.

“HehehehAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHO! BOHOHONNIHIHIE GEHEHEHET OHOHOHOFF!” William tried to push himself away from him at first. But Bonnie was one step ahead of him!

The moment the man scooted himself away with his feet, Bonnie grabbed his ankle and pulled him out from behind the counter! “I FOUND AFTON!” Bonnie declared.

“LET GO OF ME RIGHT NOW! I’M WARNING YOU!” William ordered.

Bonnie, who was enjoying acting like a little shit, removed William’s shoe and scratched a finger on his foot.

“LET MEHE GOHOHO- NAAAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT MYHYHY FEEEEHEHEHEHEHET!” William shrieked and laughed hysterically while kicking his other foot.

“Tickle tickle tickle, Afton!” Bonnie teased as he grabbed the other foot. The bunny removed the other shoe from the second foot and immediately started tickling his other foot with the first one. “What a small pair of ticklish tootsies!”

William arched his back and shouted loudly, before immediately falling into a fit of cackles and laughter. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA- PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIT!” William begged.

“Sorry Nr. Afton! You’ve been swearing, acting rude, and breaking rules all evening! Just accept your fate, Afton.” Bonnie explained.

“WHAHAT AHAHABOHOHOUT MEHEHEHE?! IHIHI DIHIHID NOHOHOTHIHIHING!” Henry asked as his neck was being attacked by Chica.

“Despite your name calling towards Mr. Afton, You’ve been quite good! So I’m not gonna tickle you for much longer.” Chica offered.

“OHOHOKAHAHAY, THAHAHANK YOHOHOU!” Henry replied.

“But I wanna tickle Emily! Let me tickle him!” Foxy reacted.

“WAHAHAIT, WHAHAHAT?!” Henry shouted.

“Okay! I can do that! 2 more minutes for me, okay?” Chica asked.

“Okay!” Foxy replied.

Henry mentally cursed to himself. Come on, Foxy! Why must you do this to me?!

Both of the boys were being completely wrecked by the animatronics. And no one could figure out just why! Why were they acting like this in the first place? Who programmed their ability to act playful? Henry had NEVER programmed something like that! And how did they figure out how to tickle? Or scan their tickle spots, for that matter? Was it a glitch? Did a hacker get into their programming? What even happened?!

Around 10:30, the front door of the pizzeria seemed to have opened. A man in overalls, who was jingling a pair of keys, had walked in. It was Mr. White: the custodian! He had heard laughing when he first walked in. But he did NOT expect to see tickling animatronics! It was...almost funny to see! An entertaining moment between the two bosses and the animatronic robots they created.

So, the custodian decided to let them have their fun and left them alone. It wouldn’t hurt to go to bed a little more late than usual, right? He has all night to sweep and mop the place down. He could even come the next morning if he wanted to!

So, Mr. White locked the outside of the door for the night and let them be. They’ll be fine, right?

#fnaf2 #anxious william afton #william afton is an idiot #henry emily is completely done with william's shit #non-techy william afton #ticklefic #ler!animatronics #lee!henry #lee!william #fluff and humor

[max-fnaf-nightguard]

Some info about Max and his relationship w/ Mike.

!! TW SELF-HARM and something else triggering !! o:

Maxim Tikhonov.

19 y.o.; pansexual.

Night and Day guard in Freddy’s Fazbear Pizza.

Maxim had just graduated from school when his parents threw him out the door with a whole list of diagnosed mental disorders after psychological trauma. They gave him money to rent an apartment for the first month, but during this month he had to find a job, successfully complete an internship and get first salary.

Max spent several weeks looking for somewhere to go — he was kicked out from everywhere because he either couldn't cope with the work, or his Russian accent repelled customers who couldn't understand what he was talking about. Max was born in Russia, but moved in his teens, and therefore his knowledge was imperfect. He can communicate in English, on everyday topics quite freely. But with work, everything is more complicated. And his accent, mixed with anxiety disorder, is creating an incomprehensible set of sounds.

Therefore, he was very happy when he was hired at Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria, even without an internship; and he was happy that his accent didn’t bothered at all his manager (a brunette with glasses of Asian appearance, a very tactful man, as Max noted to himself). Naturally, he didn’t suspect any problems. Until the first night.. When he realized that animatronics are, damn, alive.

Because of his ADHD, he barely survived the first two nights, already thinking of quitting, but Scott — that was the manager's name — offered him a mentor. Who, to his own regret, Mike became.

He and Max had already crossed paths someday — the residential area wasn't that big. But they only met each other face to face on night shift. Mike was very strict with Max, clearly trained by experience. He even once snapped at Max when he forgot to check the left ventilation, although Mike told him twice about it — Max just got distracted by Toy Bonny on the right side, and his ADHD didn’t allowed him to correctly set the course of action. To Schmidt's angry question "what's wrong with you?!" Maxim replied with the same angry "I'm SICK", and then he got into hysterical burst.

Mike has never been one of those who wanted to offend those who are weaker than him, but it was difficult for him to control his anger. He learned it next to Jeremy, and Max.. It wasn't Jeremy, of course. And they just met.

As a result, they spent the rest of the night getting to know each other better.

As time went on, Maxim began to get more and more into Mike, sometimes Scott paired them up for day shifts. Little by little, Max began to feel what he didn’t felt after his terrible ex (who drove him to paranoia) — a sense of affection and, it seems, love. The more time they spent together, the stronger this feeling became. They worked together for a year before Max realized that he couldn’t control his bipolar disorder — during hypomania, he stared at Schmidt for too long and then he eventually began to notice it.

At one of the day shifts, during the animatronics performance, Mike asked Max directly about what was going on. The hypomania phase didn’t had time to come off, so he blurted out everything that was on his mind, not controlling himself. Mike scratched his chin, looking at the joyful children and their parents.

He hasn't dated anyone since high school? Uni? Is it worth trying at all?

Facts:

Mike takes care of Max as much as he can. During his depressive episodes, the first thing Schmidt does after hugs is joking silly unfunny puns. They bring back a slight smile to Max's face.

Schmidt is furious that Max can't sleep properly. It’s infuriates that he’s powerless when it comes to nightmares, and it infuriates that Max becomes quite uncontrollable in episodes of hypomania and can just stick to the phone for a long time instead of sleeping. He tries to limit him from coffee, energy drinks, and self-harm, naturally holding Max by the wrist until his tantrum comes off.

Max and Mike have an age difference of +- ten years, but this doesn’t prevent them from understanding each other well.

Mike isn’t repelled by Max's scars on his arm and under his chest, just as Max is not repelled by Mike's scars on his head.

Under the influence of Faith, Mike and Max have strong clashes. But they don’t have a relationship, because it’s not possible to control a ghost, much less a little girl.

Additional information:

Max is bipolar with PTSD and self-harmer, his left forearm is covered with scars. He doesn’t know how to properly express his sympathy and embarrassment, so they come out very hyperbolized.

Most often, he actively gestures and very strongly depicts emotions with his face. He has communication problems, he doesn't understand sarcasm and many jokes, understands only the stupidest ones. He likes to hide his body as much as possible, so he wears gloves and a turtleneck under his shirt. Most often he works the night shift, but sometimes he goes out in the day shifts. He sleeps badly because of nightmares, can sleep for 4 hours a day, constantly drinks coffee and energy. Drawing as a hobby.

He watches about quality of his manicure and sometimes paints Mike's nails, which he is embarrassed, ashamed, angry, but does not interfere.

Mike is quite rude and aggressive, quick-tempered and serious. However, it’s worth getting closer to him and not getting away from stupid puns. He’s a realist, but with Max's depressive episodes, he tries to look for the good in everything and support him as much as possible.

For a long time Mike worked on the night shift, but after that he switched to the day shift, at this time he met Max.

When Max has a night shift and a depressive episode, he doesn’t go home, but stays overnight in a pizzeria waiting for Mike. When his episode becomes very strong at night, he has to call close colleagues and ask them to stay close, so that God forbid he doesn’t put himself in danger.

Mike often gets sick because of his connection with the ghost + his PTSD and flashbacks of bite of 1987 but Max is there in any phase and calms him down, despite his condition.

Mike doesn't know how to draw, at all. And a little embarrassed about it.

And Max is a trans guy, yeee-.. He has scars under his chest because of mastectomy and he’s very complex about it, but Mike doesn't care what's between his boyfriend's legs.

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[mikessuffering]

*takes of Anon glasses* alright. Let's show you a different version of yourselves! I gotta do em on at a time tho-

This is princess Cassidy, around age 3. She had a very different life-

After being murdered at the age of three, she went on to possess the Springlock Freddy prototype animatronic. The animatronics in her universe have souls of their own, made of magic. Each animatronic had a different relationship with their spirits. Freddy and Gabriel had a father son relationship, Chica had a more playful version of mother and daughter relationship with Susie, Bonnie was a father figure to Jeremy and also a mentor, Fritz was Foxy's first mate and son, while Cassidy and Golden Freddy where like siblings.

The spirits don't remember who killed them, except for Cassidy. All the spirits were too scared to get close to anyone, so the animatronics killed nightguards so Cassidy would feel safe enough to check and see if it's the killer. They ended up killing thousands of nightguards before they found him. Many of those nightguards were innocent, and/or played vital roles at home, with their deaths effecting more people than just the nightguards.

But after killing William Afton, using Springbonnie. Cassidy lied and said it wasn't him. Because she and Goldie made a "friend" named Chara. Chara was a demon of Genocide, forced to feed on something called L.O.V.E that can only be obtained by murder. Afton had actually made a deal with this demon, and they're why he killed in the first place in this AU. Cassidy wanted to continue killing people so Chara would still be fed. What is "L.O.V.E" you ask? It stands for Level Of ViolencE.

After years of murder, and fruitless searches for Afton, humans find out where all the nightguards are disappearing to. They try and go to war with the machines, but the animatronics surrender and pleaded for their lives. Not wanting to explain why Freddy and his friends were killed on live TV, humans decided to lock animatronics underground with an ancient spell.

Skip a few years, and a society has been started underground. Made up of old animatronics, and nightguards possessing the suits they were stuffed in. Freddy went on to be king of animatronics, Foxy the captain of the Royal Guard, Bonnie the Royal scientist, and Chica just opened a shop that sells baked goods. Golden Freddy goes on to be like the prince of the underground.

Skip another few years, and doctor Bonnie did the impossible. He found a way to raise the dead. He brings back Cassidy, and she gets a second chance at life. She becomes the princess of the underground, and she and Golden Freddy become the underground's hope that they can right their wrongs and have peace with humans.

Here's a photo of the golden royals. In this picture Cassidy has grown, and turned ten.

Your opinions?

"Wow! Thats a really cool Au! The storyline makes sense. The only thing I didn't really understand, is why I was killing. I would never actually kill people, and once again, sorry to Mike, I thought you were William. But the fact that we were killing the nightguards to find the killer made sense. But this is an au, so I completly understand things are different. And I like the fact you made it make sense. I also love the relationship between me and golden freddy, that concept makes a lot of sense, its kind of like the relationship between me and CC. We are like siblings. And don't tell Micheal B. (Micheal Brooks) and Kelsey, but he is my favorite other soul that lives in Golden Freddy. So i'll give it a 9.5/10. Also, the rest of the Golden Freddy souls say the same." Cassidy (golden freddy) says.

"Don't mind Cassidy, she can sometimes get a little bit off topic. But she's still pretty good with reviews. I agree with her, I really like this AU and it has a good concept that makes more sense then other AUS. Also, love the drawing, I could never make something so good! 10/10" Charlie (puppet) adds on.

"I really like this AU, it makes sense unlike some other aus with stuff like 'Elizabeth is a brat' and stuff like that. Like Charlie says, I really love the artwork, and also, the plot twist with the L.O.V.E thing was really good, I wasn't expecting that. 10/10 for me." Gabriel (freddy) says.

"Aigh't mate, I'm just gon' make this simp'le 11/10. This 'AU' is great." Fritz (foxy) says.

Jeremey (bonnie) nods. "Yes, I agree with everyone. I really like this au, it makes sense, and it had a great story line. You don't see that in many aus, 12/10 for me." he adds on.

"Like everyone said, this au makes sense and has good plot points. It also sounds like something that could happen! Definitely. I also like me and Chica's relationship, I wish I had another person in this suit. As much as I know I'm lucky to have my own personal space, it gets a bit lovely sometimes, you know? So, to sum it up, i really like this au. 10/10." Suzie (chica) says.

"Thank you for asking, @glitterdragonthegreatprotector , we really appreciate your hard work on this au. Also, great drawing! I 'L.O.V.E' this au. have a good day mate!" Mike says attempting a dad joke at the end.

"CC says; that joke was terrible Mike." Cassidy replies.

"Your just jealous of my sense of humor!" Mike says jokingly. Then he laughs.

"Thanks for asking, now if you don't mind me my shift is over for the night, and tomorrow they are going to go back to killing me. See you later." and then goes out the door.

A/N

hello everyone, this is the mod. I just wanted to say, that if you want to talk to alive, soul, or undead version of a character please specify. Right now, you were just talking to undead! fnaf 1 and undead! mike afton. So yeah, just so you guys know. But I do also really like this Au. 15/10 for me. See you all later! -mod

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[thatonestarryhuman]

It’s time to give Sleepy (My Version Of Natemare) some love because Nates egos don’t seem as popular as the other ones! Have a one shot I wrote a week ago!

ᴛʏᴘᴇ : ғʟᴜғғ

ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ : ʏᴏᴜ sɴᴇᴀᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴘɪᴢᴢᴇʀɪᴀ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏsɪᴛʏ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇsᴇᴀʀᴄʜ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ's ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴄʟᴏsɪɴɢ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴇɴsᴇ. ᴜᴘᴏɴ sɴᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴢᴢᴇʀɪᴀ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀᴛʀᴏɴɪᴄs ᴀɴᴅ... ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ?

ʏ/ɴ's ��ᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪs : ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ 'ᴛʜᴇʏ/ᴛʜᴇᴍ'

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 1,954

You slowly close the laptop before rubbing your eyes as you let out a yawn. “Is it time yet?” You wonder out loud to yourself as you check the time, it’s 1:02 A.M. “it’s time to go.” You nod to yourself as you pick up a bag you had prepared, you had quite a few things you’d need for your little... journal. You open the bag and check to make sure you’ve packed everything “Flashlight? Check. Pepper Spray? Check. Some snacks? Check. Camera? Check. Power bank just incase? Check. [Energy drink/Tea/Coffee]?.... Not check.” You let out a soft sigh before heading to the kitchen and grabbing the drink of choice. “I need some sort of liquid if I’m gonna be there for quite the few hours, I don’t want dehydration.” You talk out loud to yourself as you go back to pack the said drink.

After packing the drink, you put on shoes that you’d be able to run in, but as well as a jacket because who knows how cold that place could be at night time, or early morning. You wrap the jacket around your waist as it was quite warm currently and you didn’t want to over heat yourself. You pick up the bag after closing the zipper “Let’s hope there’s something at least interesting there.” You hope quietly to yourself as you leave the house, you cross your fingers that no one would be at your destination, after all, why would someone guard an old abandon pizzeria? You wonder to yourself as you shake your head. You grab your house keys and exit the house, locking all the doors as you leave as you wouldn’t want burglars at your house when you come back.

You feel the cold wind hit your face as you breathe in the nice and cool night air, you haven’t done anything like this in a long time. You smile to yourself as you begin jogging to your destination, it wasn’t far from your house so you didn’t need to use a vehicle, it’s not like you have one anyways. It took you around 20 minutes to get there by jogging, you let out soft gasps as you get to the location, you felt really out of shape as you did this. “It’s been ages since I was out.” You smile to yourself “fresh air feels great.” You talk to yourself as you stretch, but take a minute to calm your breathing from the long jog. You look around the outside, it looked like it wasn’t visited or cleaned in many years.

You let out a soft sigh as you walk up to the main doors, you tug on them to try and open them but they were locked “Of course.” You mumble to yourself before walking around the building trying to find any other way of entry, spotting the backdoor you try opening it but it wouldn’t budge. “Well there’s only one thing left to do.” You whisper to yourself as you barge at the door with mainly your shoulder and back as to not hurt yourself badly. With a loud thunk, you managed to open it as the door flung open. You rub your shoulder as you walk inside, you take in a deep breath before wishing you didn’t, you were in the kitchen and it smelled like... rotten pizza you could say, it was clear that this place was abandoned very suddenly as they hadn’t even taken out the products before they left.

You pulled out the flashlight you brought with you from your bag and turn it on, looking around as you flashed the light upon the kitchen. It wasn’t a mess surprisingly, it was quite neat as if someone recently tried to clean up, key word, tried. It was mostly messy but there was an attempt at cleaning and it showed clearly. Upon realizing there was nothing in the kitchen that was worth of interest, you decide to head into the main room that lead from the kitchen. You noticed animatronics but.. they were very small, they were around 8 inches tall and they looked like puppets. You were confused at that “huh, I don’t remember these.” You wonder to yourself as you walk around the dining area, your shoes clicking on the marble checkerboard floor.

You walk past the stage where the animatronics were but you didn’t quite seem to notice the violet bunny animatronic tilt it’s head at you as you walked by. You headed towards the carousels as you had quite a few memories of those, you used to visit the pizzeria when it used to be open, which was around 6 years ago from now. You smiled as you placed a hand on the carousel, some memories coming back to you, but while you were being in your own little memory world, you haven’t noticed the sound of another pair of clicking shoes heading your way. The man’s shadow was still visible even if it was dark, his heavy shoes clicking as he walked slowly, he seemed to be in a defensive state as he slowly inched closer to you.

He stopped at the end of the hallway that lead to the main area, a deep yet smooth voice that had some... possible hesitance in it was heard. “Who are you?” The man asked, snapping you out of your daze. You immediately panicked as you hadn’t expected anyone to be here, let alone it be a human.. or so you thought he was human. You assumed he was a guard and quickly apologized, “Ah! I’m sorry! I didn’t think this place had any guards here anymore, I came to remember some of my old memories.” What you said wasn’t exactly a lie, but it wasn’t exactly the truth either. You couldn’t see the mans face, you didn’t dare shine your flash light on him “Leave no-“ He was cut off by the bunny animatronic jumping at your feet “New friend!” You two hadn’t noticed the animatronics walk over to you two.

“Bonnie! You blew it!” Chica, a yellow chicken animatronic had pouted as she complained, it seemed like them sneaking over was supposed to be a secret. You were freaked out by the animatronics as you hadn’t expected them to... still work or even talk! “Gah!” You yelp and take a few feet back making you stumble and tripping causing you to fall on your butt, dropping your flashlight to the ground while doing so. “Good job, Chica!” A brown bear animatronic, Freddy said a bit sarcastically “You scared our new friend!” The bear animatronic continued as the Chicken animatronic rubbed the back of her neck “Whoops... Sorry..” She apologized to both you and the bear, but seemingly more to you.

You could hear the sound of small feet hitting the ground very fast, almost as if a child was running. “Raaaa!” Soon enough a fox animatronic was by your side, looking the most excited out of all the animatronics. You could see the man let out a soft sigh “You guys weren’t supposed to do this, I told you to stay on the stage if anyone came.” The ending bit was more stern, the animatronics looked down “Sorry” “I’m sorry” “Sorries!” “raaa raaw....” All of them apologized and you can tell by his shadow, that his once tense form had became a bit more relaxed. “Now, Who are you?” He turned to you and you gulped. “I uhm... I’m [Y/N]” You said quietly at the towering shadowy figure, you had now realized he wasn’t a guard and became more and more nervous as to who this man was.

“Well you got your memories, you can go now.” He crossed his arms, it seemed he wasn’t a big fan of visitors. He grimaced as a bright light was shined in his face and he covered his eyes “Can they stay a while? Pleaaaseeeee!” The chicken animatronic said while holding the flash like she used to get his attention “Chica put that down, and I’m not so sure about a stranger staying.” You could see his face a bit better, honestly you could even see his silhouette. He seemed already quite tall, he looked quite.. muscular. Your eyes slowly met his face, you noticed it was.. quite different than normal, you noticed he had puppet like tear make up, or at least you thought it was make up. Other than the make up, he looked like an attractive young man, you wondered what brought him here. It seemed like he was here for quite some time as he could talk and get the animatronics to listen to him.

“Well they won’t be a stranger after we get to know them!” Bonnies voice snapped you out of staring at the man “Raaa!” Foxy almost cheered as he agreed with Bonnie, at least that’s what it seemed like. They seemed to all give him puppy dog eyes and he let out a soft sigh “Fine but only for a few hours and that’s it.” He said a but hesitantly and the animatronics cheered and ran up to you, you were still confused about everything going on. “Thank you!” “Thanks!” “Yay! Thanks, Sleepy!” “RAA!” They cheered, but you caught onto something, you noticed one of the animatronics call him ‘Sleepy’. You smiled upon noticing that, you found it a cute nickname.

The animatronics crawled up and cuddled to you, Chica was examining your hair, Freddy looked at your eyes, Bonnie fiddled with the flash light while sitting on your shoulder and foxy curled up in your lap. The man, who you now will call Sleepy, sighed “It’s way past your bed time guys.” He said to what seemed to be the animatronics “Hey! You allowed us to be up by letting them stay the few hours.” Chica pouted and Sleepy seemed to give up, knowing he would be trying to fight a losing battle. You looked down at the fox in your lap and pet the fox, smiling at him.

Eventually all animatronics curled up in your lap and fell asleep as it got later and later, the man had seemed to go back down the hallway where you remembered the security room was, you decided to stay the whole night, how could you leave these cuties which rested in your lap alone? You smiled, maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as you thought it was gonna be, you could make a bunch of friends, a few furry ones and one seemingly human. You soon enough fall asleep yourself as your body couldn’t handle staying up any longer. In the morning you realized, you and the animatronics were covered by a nice and warm blanket and the man was no where in sight.

You smiled quietly and would wait till the animatronics wake up to move, you wanted to get to know all of them for some reason, you just had a feeling in your heart that they just need someone, a friend, they seemed like family to each other and so maybe they just want a friend. Even if they didn’t want a friend, you were going to become one no matter what. You wanted to know more about the mysterious man, and the cute animatronics. The animatronics seemed to like you already.

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