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doombum · 4 months

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For @and-stir-the-stars's #cc weekend bash

Saturday 6th: Friend / Family / Haunting

Trigger warnings: mentioned child death (I mean, it's fnaf so... Nothing out of the ordinary), mentioned abuse

Family hurts.

They hurt, they scream, they cry, they mock, they hate.

That’s what Evan had learned in his short life.

Don’t get him wrong. He did love them, and he really hoped that, deep down, they loved him too. But it still hurted. The way they looked at him, the way they sneered, and mocked, and laughed and pushed him away.

But that’s just what family is. Or so he thought.

He had been wary of the newcomers when they first arrived, one by one, around the restaurant. They were just like him. Stuck in the building, trapped into an animatronic, unable to do anything but wander down the halls and cry at their fate.

They had scared him, the way everything always did.

But as time went by, and he grew bored and lonely, watching them chatting and playing together, Evan slowly approached them. They had given him his space after their first few tries at talking to him, understanding that he needed to come to them in his own time, and they welcomed him with open arms when he finally did.

Jeremy had been the first one he had approached. At only four years old, he was the youngest of the group and he didn’t seem to have fully registered what had happened to him. Evan had been rather rude to him when they had first met, and despite having apologised for it since, he had still been a bit hesitant to talk to him when he had seen him play with makeshift dolls on the main stage.

However, he quickly realised there was no reason for him to be shy or hesitant around the younger boy as the kid had openly invited him to play with him as if they had been friends for years. It had thrown him off a bit at first, to be around someone as energetic and chatty as Jeremy, not used to this type of enthusiasm, but he quickly grew rather fond of it.

Being around Jeremy, playing with him and making sure he was as happy as he could be despite the circumstances, made Evan wonder if that was what being an older brother felt like. His own sure never acted like that towards him. But it didn’t matter, because he could be better and he was resolute to be.

Surprisingly, Gabriel was the next one Evan warmed up to. He would come around the main stage when he and Jeremy were playing with the dolls and talk with them from time to time. He never played with them, though, claiming to be too old to be playing with dolls and plushies. It reminded him of Mike telling him the same thing, except that Gabriel didn’t mock him for doing it or tell him he should grow up and stop being so childish.

Like him, Gabriel didn’t have many friends before it happened. From what he said, people thought he was weird and he came off as rude because he tended to be very blunt about things and spoke his mind without really thinking it through. Evan didn’t really understand why people would see it as a bad thing. He personally would prefer it if others were more like Gabriel - it was tiring to try to decipher what people meant all the time, and he often guessed wrong anyway.

The more they talked and learned about each other, the more Evan grew to trust Gabriel and confide in him about his fears and apprehension about their situation. And Gabriel learned to do the same, explaining that he felt the need to be strong from the others because he was the older and he had to protect the others - or at least he had been before Fritz arrived a couple of months later.

He had been apprehensive of Susie at first, because, being a girl, she reminded of his sister, Elizabeth, and he was scared that she would end up to be just like her and mock him and belittle him constantly. However, she turned out to be nothing of the sort, and he found out that not all girls were “pests”, like his brother would say.

She had been the one who had made the rest of them leave him alone when he had needed some space and time to process what had happened to him. She always made sure everyone was as happy as they could be and always lent an ear to whoever needed it.

Evan found himself comparing her to the sun often, always smiling and illuminating the room whenever she appeared. It was hard to be in a bad mood when she was around. Even when he had been ignoring everyone, and had been wary of her, she had succeeded in putting a tentative smile on his face with her jokes and attitude. She had also always made a point to remind him that he was always welcomed to join them when he felt ready.

He felt a bit guilty for not having gone to her sooner than he did after all she had done for him, but she waved his concerns away, saying everyone did things in their own time and she just had to be patient for him to come around - something her brother taught her, apparently. He wished he had a brother like that, maybe he wouldn’t be dead if he had.

Fritz was the one he had been the most wary about. Being the oldest of the group, and deeply attached to Foxy, he was a painful reminder of his older brother and all the pain he had put him through. As such, he still avoided him like the plague by the time he had befriended the three other kids, much to their dismay.

It wasn't until he found him, one day, crying, hidden behind the curtains in Pirate Cove, that Evan actually talked to him properly. He had then discovered that Fritz was just as scared - if not more - as he was when he first woke up in Golden Freddy as a ghost. The older boy was terrified of what had happened to him and of the possibility of his killer coming back and killing even more kids.

Evan had spent the rest of that day comforting him and trying to get his mind off of things, talking about the rest of their friends or about the shows they liked. Turned out they both enjoyed Fredbear and Friends and they ended up bonded over their favourite episodes, much to the others’ surprise as Evan later found out Fritz wasn’t usually much of a talker.

The whole experience had been quite an eye-opener for Evan, who then felt very guilty about how he had misjudged Fritz and his subsequent behaviour towards the surprisingly reserved boy. He had made a point of apologising for it, and of explaining why he had been so wary of him in the first place, for the first time since his death, opening up about his older brother and what he had done to him.

Over the years, and despite their rocky beginning, the five ghosts became close friends, sharing laughs, stories and fears openly with one another. It dawned on Evan that he had never felt so happy and accepted in his entire life. His friends had slowly taught him what a family was really supposed to be like, making him realise that families are not supposed to tear each other apart or mock each other.

He had been sad at first, at the realisation of how bad his family had been to him and to each other. But that didn’t matter anymore, because he had found a new family. One who loved him, and cared for him, and never looked down on him or tried to hurt him. So maybe death wasn’t so bad after all.

#cc weekend bash #cc afton #evan afton #fnaf missing children #dysfunctional family #found family #tw mentions of abuse #tw mention of death

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gamequeenanya · 2 years

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Disco Roller Rink - (FNAF Security Guards)

Summary: Phone Guy is invited by his friends to a roller rink where they’ll all go in a crop top. Shenanigans ensue. (lee Phone Guy, ler Jeremy, switch Mike, ler Fritz)

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"It's alright, Foxy. I'll soon have you good as new, promise!" He smiled up at the animatronic as he set down his toolbox. And couldn't resist giving him a hug.

To his surprise, Foxy hugged back. Gently patting his back with one paw.

"Hey, come look!" Jeremy said, bringing his friends over and pointing to the scene. The other guys smiled.

Then Scott seemed to tremble a bit. As Foxy patted his back, his paw pads brushed against his spine. Scott suddenly pulled away, stepping back.

"A-alright Foxy, h-hugging time's over! Let's g-get you fixed up now!"

The guys whispered to each other. They had a feeling what was going on. Now they just needed a good excuse to test it.

"Hey Scotty," Mike said. "Jeremy's taking us to the skating rink this afternoon. Wanna come...?"

Not expecting to be spoken to so soon, he stepped back a bit. "Uh, yeah! Sounds fun."

"Don't forget to wear a crop top - it's the fashion event of the day!"

Before Scott could stutter and stumble on his words, Jeremy cut him some slack.

"It's alright, we'll all be wearing one!" He said with a wink. "And if you don't have one, I could let you borrow one of mine!" He showed him a gift bag with a sparkly red crop top, and a green one.

"Oh wow! You really came prepared! Uhh... I guess so!" he said. "I'll take the red one!"

"Good choice," Fritz said, carefully yoinking the green one away.

"What about Jeremy?"

Jeremy chuckled. "I'm wearing one under my shirt. So is Mike."

"Wow, so it's really a fashion thing for you, huh?"

"You can't deny it looks spiffy!" Mike replied with a grin. The others wore equally goofy grins. Scott chuckled.

"I-I guess not! I've just never worn one before." He admitted. "Well, I'll meet you there!"

...

At the disco roller rink, it was almost deserted except for two couples and a family. They slowly skated around the rink.

"Huh," Fritz said. "I guess since we work irregular hours, most people are still at work! Or in school..."

"Yeah," Mike replied. "But that doesn't mean we can't have fun! C'mon!"

And he took off his button-down to reveal his light blue sleeveless crop top that covered most of him except a couple inches of his stomach. He was somewhat short and stout with a swirled innie navel. He wore beige shorts and long white socks. Taking off his work shoes, he started getting his skates ready.

Fritz did the same, revealing his green crop top that barely covered his nipples. He was tall and toned with visible abs, and had an outie navel. Hey, it still counted as a shirt! He put on his matching purple sunglasses. Below his cargo pants were regular black socks and work shoes, which he quickly tossed aside.

Jeremy wore an orange crop top that covered all of his chest but revealed his whole stomach, his circle innie dead centre, since he wore low-cut jeans. He had muscle, though it was covered by a layer of fat. At least he felt better about his body than he did a month ago, before he started working out with Fritz.

Scott came in, shyly covering his stomach.

"Heyyyy, you made it!" Mike said, coming over with the others. "And don't worry, you look great!"

Uncovering himself, one could see that Scotty had put on the red crop top that sparkled. He had a slim figure, and an oval innie belly button. The top covered all of his chest as well as an inch of his stomach. He still wore his black low-cut work pants and shoes. His skates were still in his bag.

He huffed. "It's not that... It's that I don't entirely trust you..."

Mike laughed. "Why not? Aren't we the best friends you've ever had?"

"Well, uh... of course!"

"And aren't we trustworthy enough to skate with...?"

He shuddered. "I swear Mike, if you make me fall-!"

"We'll catch you," Fritz promised.

Scott sighed. "Alright."

...

As they skated, it took about ten minutes but the rest of the people in the rink had left.

"Wow, they're gone. I-I guess disco roller rinks aren't as cool as they used to be?" Scott guessed.

"I still think they're radical!" Fritz said.

"Yeah, I love this music," Mike agreed.

Jeremy didn't mind, he just enjoyed the skating.

There was a spot where someone had spilled their Slushie. Jeremy slipped on it and fell backwards... into Scotty's arms.

"It's alright, I gotcha..." He muttered, pulling him up. It was more difficult considering their height difference.

Jeremy pulled him into a hug.

"Did you fall?" Mike said with a smirk.

"Almost!" Jeremy said. "Scotty saved me!"

"Aw, how cute! I think he deserves a reward for that."

"You're right..." Fritz said mischeivously.

Scott giggled nervously. "G-guys, come on!"

Fritz picked him up in a full nelson. Struggling, Scott squeaked and awaited his doom.

They decided to stop skating for a moment because it was dangerous to do this otherwise. Setting Scott on a bench, still with his arms held back, Fritz whispered teasingly in his ear.

"You know, we were always going to do this. Wear crop tops to the roller rink I mean. But when we saw you and Foxy, well, we just couldn't resist!"

Mike was getting impatient and swiped a finger across Scott's tummy. Scott shrieked and thrashed in his position.

"G-guys plehehease! I c-can't take it!!"

"Oh wow. I only touched you once dude!" Mike said in disbelief.

"This is gonna be fun!" Jeremy said, softly poking the side of his stomach. Fritz did the same.

"Eheeheheheeheeeee! Meheeheeean!" He giggled.

"Gosh, if Afton finds out, you're history!" Mike teased, booping his sides.

"Dohohohon't you dahahaahre!"

"We won't, don't worry!" Fritz said, teasing his belly button. "This is a secret all for ourselves!"

"EEHEEHEHEEHEEEEEE!! NAHAAHAAHAAAAHAAT THERE!!!"

"Aww! Looks like he's more ticklish than we thought!"

"HEEEHEEEHEEEE!! IHIHIHIHIHIII'M YOHOHOOUR MAHAHAANAGER!" He protested.

"Yeah, our terribly cute manager who deserves to laugh more!"

They switched positions; Fritz softly tickled his bare armpits, while Mike got his sides, and Jeremy swiped across his belly.

Scotty wasn't sure why he'd fallen for this obvious trap. Seriously, he'd known those mischievous looks as soon as he reacted to Foxy. Then why did he come?

"EHEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEEHEEEEEHEEE!" Chortling, he wiggled and thrashed in his position as much as he could.

"Having fun?" Mike teased, going up and down his ribs. He could swear the man's blush deepened as he shook his head. "Awww!"

They switched positions again, this time Fritz teasing his mid-back and spine, Jeremy tracing his upper sides, and Mike swirling inside his belly button.

"EEEEAAAAHEEEHEEHEEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEEEHEEEEEEEE!" All Scott could do was laugh, wild and unconstrained. He thrashed in their grip, instinct to escape taking over all other thoughts in his mind. "EEHEEEHEEEEEEEHEEEEE! PLEHEHEHEHEEASE!"

With all the chortling, screeching, and squealing, it was a wonder no one checked up on them. The rink was still empty, the security probably all on break.

“OHHOHOHOHOOHOHO GOHOHOHOHOOHHOSH PLEHEHEEHEHEEASE!”

Soon, Scott's laughter turned into hiccups. The others pulled away and let him breathe.

As he caught his breath, he giggled and hiccuped.

"Heheeheeheeee! *Hic*! *Gasp* Eheheeeehee!"

"Oh man, come on, don't die on us!" Fritz joked, ruffling his hair.

Mike glared at Fritz. "He'll be fine! Right, Scott?" He said a bit more softly.

Scott nodded, arms wrapped around his stomach, feeling loopy.

Smiling, Jeremy gave him a hug. "Sorry if we tricked you there, bud."

"Is okay..." Scott muttered, leaning into the touch.

Shrugging, Mike and Fritz joined the hug.

"Mmm..." Scott hummed.

After a while, Mike moved away. The others let go as well.

"Do you want to keep your skates on or-?" Mike wondered. Scott shifted away on the bench.

"Oh no, you're not getting me again!" He got up and went back in the rink. Now skating freely by himself.

Jeremy and Fritz grinned. "Is there something you'd like to tell us, Mike...?"

He jolted and scrambled back. "No, w-wait! I didn't mean it like that!"

The others jumped on him, removing his skates and putting his feet in a headlock.

"Yohohohoou guys are jeheeheeerks!!" Mike cried as they scratched and scribbled all over his feet. "EHEEHEEHHEEHEHEEEEEEE!"

His feet were tan, small, and thick, with short and stubby toes. Perfect for using both hands to get everywhere at once!

Mike's chortles and gasps evolved into shrieks and squeals as Fritz dug in the spaces between his toes.

"EHEHEEHEEHEHEEEEHEEEEEEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEE!!"

Finally, the security guards of the roller rink discovered the three. They cleared their throat and asked them to cut out the horseplay. Fritz and Jeremy whined, but complied, letting go of Mike.

Breathing heavily, Mike cursed the two for betraying him like that.

Scott had gone to the changing room to put on his regular grey baggy shirt, and now was skating around the rink again.

The others skated over to him.

"Hey bro, didn't you like the crop top?" Fritz said.

"Oh no no, I did!" He said with a blush. "It's in my bag. I just don't know what I'd do if a girl saw me in that!"

Mike chuckled. "He's got a point."

They skated around the rink for a few more minutes, trying different moves. No one daring to touch anyone lest more horseplay arise. Fritz and Jeremy watched their backs, knowing they had the shortest crop tops and had just tickle-provoked two of their friends.

Up ahead, Mike whispered something to Scott, who chuckled and nodded. Yeah, it would probably be best to steer clear of them for a while!

After they were done skating, they got changed into their regular clothes again. Scott tried to return the crop top, but Jeremy assured him he could keep it. Maybe they'd have another outing like this in the future!

"Yeah, and then Scott and I can get you back!" Mike teased, getting a giggle from Scott. They gulped.

Yep, going to the pizzeria the next day was sure going to be interesting!

[End.]

#fnaf tickling #fnaf tickle #lee phone guy #lee scott #ler jeremy #ler fritz #switch michael #tickle fic #my writing #lee!phoneguy #ler!nightguards #lee!mikeschmidt

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lucarioisinthevoid · 2 years

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Epilogue ask time!! Okay, so I have been thinking about this non-stop ever since I read that line near the end, i dunno which chapter it was but it must've been before the Henry boss battle--Mike basically says something along the lines of "save that for the wedding" to Simon, and now I H A V E to ask. What would Simon and Mike's wedding REALLY be like? Would they invite everyone? What would their wedding cake look like? (gosh, I am SO pumped up for this couple, they are so goshdarn cute--)

.(I honestly can’t recall why I haven’t answered this ask when it was time :c I’m sorry Yeah, epilogue ask time! Even if you might never will see this answer, hah. Sorry for having been gone so long! But better late than never and all that. ALSO: TUMBLR DOESN'T PERMIT LONG ANSWERS ANYMORE? I'LL TRY TO EDIT IN THE WHOLE THING AFTER POSTING, BUT IF YOU CAN'T FIND IT, YOU’LL KNOW IT’S ON MY AO3)

It was a normal day in the renamed Afton household. Which means that the household was currently a dilapidated Freddy’s. Unlike most dilapidated Freddy’s, this just felt mildly depressing and empty. Any soul that would have haunted the immediate area was gone by now, as Dave and Old Sport were busy to pick the last few springlocks out of Dave’s skin. “How many children are we at now? This has at least been thirty! How did you even MANAGE to capture so many kids without anyone EVER noticing?” “Hey, Old Sport, it ain’t my fault that 460,000 children go missin’ every year! I’ve only ever gotten like- yeah, 30 a year, at best! With all the police swarmin’ and all that. That ain’t nothin’ compared to children goin’ missin’ every year!” “… we’ve only made it through ONE year’s worth of your murder?!” “Eh, we’re makin’ pretty good progress if you ask me-“ The door to the room was very abruptly slammed open. Circus Baby stood in there and after an appropriately dramatic pause, she came inside and slammed a few pictures onto the table. “IMPORTANT NEWS, DADS! MIKE AND SIMON ARE CURRENTLY ON THE MOVE. INTEL SAYS THIS IS THE LOCATION!” “You don’t need to scream, we hear you just fine!” Old Sport leaned back, relaxed. “Ooooh, pretty!” Dave picked up the images. “Yes… too pretty.” Baby scoffed. “Don’t you notice something about these pictures?” “Ya really got talkin’ like a crazy detective down. That Ethan guy really impressed you, didn’t he?” “No- no! Not at all!” She huffed and turned a bit. “But just- look! There’s a church there! And travelling all the way there… isn’t it clear what is going on?!” “Enlighten us, my body is ready.” Interested the Orange Guy leaned forward. “They. Are. Trying to…” A pause. Then abruptly she ripped one of her arms up, pointing a finger into nowhere. “MARRY!” “WHAT!?” “YES! AND THEY HAVEN’T INVITED US. AND FROM COMMUNICATION WITH BASE-“ “Oh, did you say hi to Jeremy for us?” “Yeah, I did- BUT NO THE POINT. COMMUNICATION WITH BASE REVEALED: THEY HAVE ALSO NO KNOWLEDGE OF THE OPERATION. MIKE AND SIMON HAVE GONE ROGUE AND PLAN TO GET MARRIED PATHETICALLY AND ALONE WITHOUT ANY OF THEIR FRIENDS. CAN WE STAND FOR THAT!?” Immediately, the both of them stood up. “NO SIR!” “THAT IS WHAT I LIKE TO HEAR: OPERATION ‘BIG WEDDING, IF YOU LIKE IT OR NOT’ COMMENCES N O W!” The fact that maybe, POTENTIALLY these two were just going on a nice trip was carefully considered by Old Sport and then passionately discarded. As was the potential that they weren’t invited on purpose. Or that there were still children’s souls to save. They waited decades- surely, they could wait some more, eh? - - - Mike was the first to wake up. He was groggy and confused, but his hand immediately reached for his partner. “Ssss- simon…?” A cough beside him snapped him fully out of it. Simon was stirring besides him, groaning. Quickly Mike leaned over him, gently slapping his face. “Simon?! Please- wake the fuck up.” “… Mike…?” It came back, as groggy. Then, a soft, raspy laugh. “… you look… beautiful… am I dreaming…?” “Christ, Si. What’s with the sentimentalities? Wake up.” Shifting on the spot, the heavy fabric around his legs confused him for a moment- “WHAT THE FUCK.” Jumping back, he stared down at himself, inspecting baffled the completely white and glittering wedding dress he was wearing. Now that he thought of it- Simon was wearing an elegant dark suit with a light blue tint. “What the FUCK!?” “Aaah… were we kidnapped?” Simon got slowly up, looking around, not caring too much about his appearance. “… you’d think now that we’re away from Freddy’s, that would be over…” Flustered, Mike stood up straight and gritted his teeth. “… whoever the fuck did it, I’ll break their necks. You don’t fuck with a Freddy’s veteran, not if you want to live.” Simon just snorted in response, but allowed Mike to gentle help him up- laughing a little again, as Mike carefully checked him over. “Really- I’m fine. Don’t worry. Just a bit dizzy.” “Good. Their deaths will be quick instead of slow then.” They spotted a door. Their exit? Carefully they approached- and before Mike could try the handle, a hand wrapped itself around his. Looking back, Simon had furrowed his brow and nodded determinedly at him. We have been through worse. Together we will get out. They pushed open the door… … light flooded in. Immediate cheers from all sides and elegant organ music was playing. Glitter and white petals were falling from over them, as they tried to desperately to regain orientation. They were in a giant church, and the benches were filled with animatronics, fellow Phone Guys who looked rather confused, and at the very front was Jeremy, in a priestly outfit, smiling and waving at them. “CONGRATULATION!!!!” Marion was by his side like a shadow, looking skeptical- but also raising a hand in greeting. Old Sport was nowhere to be seen, however it turned out terrifyingly enough that it was Dave of all people on the organ, playing his heart out in the fanciest clothes he seemed to find. Actually, all these fancy suits seemed to have a similar style… “… did you rob a fucking wedding dress venue?!” Baby by the front gave an enthusiastic thumbs up. “ABSOLUTELY! ONLY THE BEST FOR YOU! Well- I wanted to give BOTH of you dresses, but Jeremy said that wasn’t traditional and that we didn’t know what you would want- so eh. I’m sorry, I gave my best to make BOTH of you beautiful.” Funtime Freddy didn’t even need to raise his voice to be audible over the cheers. “YYY---YYEAH! S-S-soo we G-GAVE it to the one who- one who- NEEDED IT THE MOST! HA-AHAHAha-A-A-A-AHAHAH!” Simon stood up straighter. “DO NOT TALK THIS WAY ABOUT MY MIKE! OR I’LL- I’LL UH- KICK YOU OUT OF MY WEDDING, RIGHT NOW!” “No—NOOOOO!” Funtime Freddy looked horrified. “I- I- AM SOooOO- S-SORRY! P-Pleas-eee-e! Don’t- don’t- kick m-e-e-e OUT!“ “Then watch yourself.” Simon dragged Mike a bit closer. “… are we actually fucking doing this?” Quietly Mike whispered to him as they walked up the rows. “… we should play along for now… and if we see a chance, we’ll get out. Take revenge, or- uh- whatever.” “If you say so. I’m with you to the end.” They arrived in front of Jeremy, who made a gesture to quiet the room, with Dave taking the que to play a quieter, marriage appropriate song on his instrument. “Hey, uh- Jeremy.” Casually Simon started, clearly having a plan. “I appreciate this, but uh- you’re not a priest, right? Aren’t only priests allowed to do stuff like this? Baptism, marriage, all that? We can wait for you guys to find a proper priest…” Sadly, Jeremy’s lovely smile broke that hope immediately. “Oh, actually, protestants are allowed to baptize themselves if no priest is there. I think as long as two witnesses are there…? But yes. Same for marriage! No worries- I gladly do it! I also made the cake!” The promised couple turned their head around to spot a giant cake. Beautiful multiple layers of delicious goodness. “It’s with strawberries!” Happily Jeremy said. “I picked the motive.” Cooly Marion pointed out. “Jeremy almost made a golden Fredbear and Springbonnie cake.” “It would have been cute.” Jerry pouted, but Marion’s eyes didn’t leave Phone Guy. “… I thought a cool fire motive would connect with you guys better.” And indeed, the huge red and orange cake was a piece of art with glass-like sugar tips that looked out and broke the light like a frozen fire. The rest of it looked mouth-watering filling, vanilla and chocolate pieces on top, to completement the fruity mass. Mike nudged Simon’s side. How about doing it for the free cake? Simon shrugged, not opposed. Jeremy rose his arms. “We have gathered today, to witness the wonderful and loving union of these two people. You will know them as your friends, your employers, to some even our heroes-“ “Can we speed it up?” Mike scoffed. Dave from above laughed. “TOLD YOU GUYS THEY WOULDN’T WANT THE WHOLE SPIEL.” Looking a tiny bit offended, Jeremy shook his head. “Fine, fine. Okay, so, in the name of god, pledging your lives, in sickness and in health, good times and bad times, through everything that could live throw at you- will you, Simon McCall, take Mike Schmidt as your husband?” What was that for a question even? Simon paused, looking into Mike’s storm-grey eyes. Those with the hint of blue, those that had looked at him so often in his life. The first time he hired him, the first time he stormed into his office complaining about the animatronics moving, the ones that had called him out relentlessly… the ones that had looked at him with untypical worry after he had fallen sick, the ones looking at him with apprehension, that slowly turned to trust… from then to now, this man had gone through all with him. Through all the disappointments, the terrors, the victories, the problems. “Yes, I do.” The words came out of him unintentionally seriously. But he meant them with his whole heart. “Good! Mike, through sickness and health, through the good and the bad-“ “Yes, I do.” Mike answered with an intensity untypical of him. A seriousness that could hardly be rivaled, only matched by Simon’s before him. They had been through sickness and health before, through pain and joy, through everything life could do to them. And for Simon? He would do it all again. Without hesitation. Jeremy sniffled a little, clearly moved. “Then- I shall declare you husband and husband. Put the rings onto each other’s fingers and kiss, a union for all to see.” A door to the side had opened among the cheers and cries of the audience and the glammed up Old Sport came out, holding a box. The noises of celebration became louder when he stepped beside Jeremy, between the couple and opened the box. Mike and Simon stayed quiet however. “… those are fucking grenades.” Cheerful Old Sport pointed at the golden rings with each two red and a blue stone at the top of the grenades. “No worries, the rings are at this part here. All you gotta do is pull them off!” “They will blow up if we do that.” “Love will protect you <3” “… how did you make that noise with your- you know what, never-fucking-mind.” The church had gone quiet again at this point, everyone watching breathlessly. Slowly Mike looked deep into Simon’s dial. They nodded slowly, at the same time. Their heartbeats were in totally synchroneity. It was time. Both of them picked up their respective grenade slowly. The entire church held their breath- Within one immediate movement they pulled their respective rings over and in the same movement, Phone Guy dropped it in Old Sport’s hands while Mike chucked it with ALL power to the place were Dave was sitting, who in response JUMPED, but not AWAY, no! TOWARDS it, reaching out to catch the bomb, while Marion had already grabbed Jeremy, pulling him upwards, out of the blast radius, while Mike and Simon at the same time rushed towards the door, past the confused attendants, who made gasps of confusion- Rolling over the ground, Dave held up his one, smiling like a maniac. “OLD SPORT! OLD SPORT LOOK! I CAUGHT IT! THAT MEANS WE GET MARRIED NEXT! OLD SPORT-“ B O O M ! Thankfully, the grenades had simply been smoke ones that were fitted to look and to some degree sound like real ones. However, the smoke was extensive and cough-inducing and when it cleared, Mike and Simon were gone. “These BASTARDS!” Old Sport called out, rubbing his soot-smeared face. “Ah, the eagerness of freshly married couples.” Dave put a hand on his chest. “Gotta say, I’m jealous.” “Not THAT!” Disgruntled Old Sport pointed at the table that had stood by the exit. “THEY TOOK OUR ENTIRE CAKE!” “What!?” Appalled Dave cried out. “Unbelievable! These fuckin’ sewer rats. Next time we ain’t gonna invite them to their weddin’, bet they’ll feel stupid then!” - - - Somewhere, far away, a camper stood, with two people sitting on top of it. Each of them held a place with a big piece of deliciously expensive and sweetly flavored cake. “You win some, you lose some.” Mike took a bit bite. “But I think we won more.” “Where do you think they got these rings from?” Carefully Simon inspected the admittedly beautiful ring on his finger. “You think they, uh- stole it?” “Probably.” A shrug. “But I mean- well. Do we want to be married to each other with stolen rings…?” For a moment they looked at each other. Then they both shrugged. “Yeah, fucking whatever.” “Totally fine by me.”

#microphone #simon mccall #mike schmidt #Dave Miller #Old Sport

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laelianas · 5 months

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Finally. I killed my boss (641 words)

This morning I hit my boss with my car. Did I mean to? Probably. Am I going to regret it? Absolutely not. He had been getting on my nerves recently and, quite frankly, I had enough. Constant sudden deadlines, frequent shouting matches and for some reason he kept taking my lunch. At least I think it was him, might’ve been Mike instead, hardly matters anyways. The point is, he’s dead and I killed him. It feels great. Fantastic even. If there was a god, I’m proud of them today.

Obviously, I had to get rid of the body, couldn’t just leave it there, so I dragged it to the back of my car and threw it in. God, he was heavy… Or maybe I was weak, nah that couldn’t be right. I called into work and made up an excuse about being late, dentist appointment – they fell for it so easily. Next was to drive into the middle of nowhere and dump the body. I had a shovel in the back of my car just in case a situation like this arises, crazy I know, and boy was I glad I brought it with me today.

I settled for an unpopulated wooded area with only a few houses near to it. Perfect honestly. I dragged his decomposing corpse along the rough ground until I had found the best place to begin digging. I picked a spot far from the main path, can’t have random people finding him, and hidden behind a large brush. Digging the hole was the biggest task of this whole excursion, it took me hours to make the hole big enough and by the end of it I had to sit there for 20 minutes before I even started to consider tossing him inside.

Eventually I regained my composure, and I filled the hole, checking the time as I got back to my car. 12 o’clock. Perfect timing. The drive back was relaxed, I had nothing to worry about as I was sure no one would find the body.

I got to work an hour later, and I pretended nothing had happened. I did my work and got on with my day. Number crunch, submit, number crunch and submit. My routine was returned to me, and I felt at ease. Then, Mike started talking at me. Yapping about God knows what, God, he annoyed me. At this rate he was going to be the next one in from of my car. That was until he asked me about the meeting later.

“What?” I heard myself say,

“I said, Jeremy is moving the meeting to an hour earlier today. He needs to go home early today for some reason – cheeky bastard.” Mike replied casually.

“That’s not possible.”

“Well, it is, so you better make it possible for yourself.”

“No, you don’t understand. It’s not possible.” I’d emphasise.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, man, but if you can’t make it, you better tell Jeremy. Even though you already took the morning off. He wasn’t happy about that by the way.”

I felt myself getting angrier.

“No, this is impossible. Jeremy cannot be here.”

“He is here though.”

“No. He’s not.”

“Yes. He is.”

Then, I snapped.

“No. He is not here. He is 40 miles away in a fucking hole where I left him. I killed the bastard I hit him with my car.”

Mike would laugh nervously at that.

“Man, I want whatever you’re on.”

I couldn’t take it anymore; I sped out of the room heading straight for Jeremy’s office, pushing the door open. Only to see him, sat there in his chair at his desk. He looked furious.

“You’ve got some nerve bursting into my office after the stunt you pulled this morning. 3 days notice! 3 days! On every single appointment!”

What the fuck? A/N: silly little attempt at an unreliable narrator, any feedback would be awesome!

#creative writing #writing prompt #oc #original story #short story

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magentamedicines · 2 years

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Magentamedicines (Pt.14)

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"Michael you had me worried! You should've called me if you planned to stay the night!" Rose held the sides of her stepson's face as she pressed a kiss to his forehead.

William was of course, nowhere in sight. Always working, always busy, no time for his only remaining son and daughter, no time for his wife, no time for anyone but himself.

"Sorry mom I just- it was kind of a spur of the moment thing yknow?" Michael said, shrugging his shoulders, stumbling a bit as his little sister came barreling toward him and latched onto his leg.

"Hello lovebug," Michael said with a laugh, ruffling Cori's hair and walking toward the kitchen.

"And just where are you going?" Rose asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'll make dinner tonight- to make up for getting home so late-" Michael answered, popping open the cabinets and setting things down on the counter.

"Michael I can't ask you to do that- watch your sister, I'll make dinner," Rose shook her head, shooing him out of the kitchen amid Michael's protests.

Rose had lost track at that point of how long she'd been Mrs. Afton and not Miss Warren.

She missed being a Warren, sometimes, being an Afton seemed like so much more struggle.

Of course- nothing to do with her beloved children, she adored being Mrs. Afton when it came to being a mother.

It was her wretched husband who made the name sound foul on her tongue.

William who spent his days now sulking about instead of looking for other employment.

William who leeched off of Michael for every last bill and payment.

William who made her feel weaker and weaker by the day with needles and syringes and all other types of nightmarish oddities she couldn't even bare to look at on some days.

Michael looked a lot like his father, he had Clara's eyes, though, she was grateful for his eyes.

Cori was. . . Similar, not quite as identical in looks as her brother, but Rose saw herself more in her daughter's personality than her looks.

"Rose dearest, would you mind coming with me for a trip in the morning?" Rose went rigid as she heard William's voice, as the happy giggles of Cori and low laughter of Michael died out.

"Of course my love, whatever you need," Rose said quietly. She'd finished dinner already, he must have been able to smell it- that or the stench of joy had suffocated him enough that he needed to cut it off.

Rose didn't sleep that night, it wasnt uncommon of course, not in their household.

But she couldn't leave her room, most nights when she did wake up it was as if she couldn't control her own body, like total paralysis.

So she just had to listen to her daughter's cries completely helpless. Her son, at least, seemed to be sleeping relatively peacefully, if the snoring was any indication.

Rose woke up in the morning, not quite sure whether she'd actually fallen back asleep or if her husband's alarm had similar just made her mildly more aware of her own consciousness.

"No need to get ready, dearest, it'll only be a short drive," Rose felt uneasy as her husband spoke, there was something in his eyes that she didn't like.

His hair was down, he never wore it down, always in a ponytail, he used to cut it, she wished she could remember when he'd stopped.

She wished she could remember anything.

Pain.

She could remember pain.

She could remember getting into the car and asking where they were going only to get a sharp ringing pain at the back of the neck.

And then waking up somewhere she was fairly certain Aftons couldn't be.

"William we- we shouldn't- why are we at the pizzeria?" Rose flinched slightly at her husband's glare.

She felt helpless, she tried desperately to conjure a shield, but it seemed almost like she couldn't get one to answer.

Then they got inside, there were no nightguards on shift that night- Michael had been fired for 'tampering' and the place had been shut down after what had happened to Jeremy.

Mike. . . Her son, it was his birthday, she needed to get home soon- he would be expecting a breakfast wouldn't he?

"William we- we should hurry, I don't want to miss Michael's breakfast-" Rose said quietly, one again William brushed her off.

Then they happened upon Parts and Services.

And the stench was overwhelming.

"William?" Rose looked around, her eyes landed on something shiny in the corner of the room.

An animatronic, not too different from those which resided in Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rental.

This one was a ram, her favorite, with green eyes so dark they were almost black, just like hers. The hair was different, pink and frizzy instead of a rich dark red tied up in braids. And it's plating was a grayish white, instead of the light brown of her own skin.

She stepped closer, almost as if something were pulling her toward the creature.

Closer. . .

Michael had felt off the moment he woke up at that morning, and the feeling only intensified as he realized he couldn't find his mother or father anywhere.

Cori was alright, he was glad she was alright, but she was crying in her sleep- so- he woke her up.

"M-Mike?" Cori's voice was hoarse, like she'd been crying- or screaming- all night.

"I'm right here lovebug, and guess what?" Michael sat at the edge of her bed, setting aside the stuffed bear that he used to associate with another member of the family.

Cori smiled "You're eighteen now," she said, crossing her legs and resting her hands on her lap.

"Hell yeah, which means you and I can finally get out of this dump," Michael said, standing up and scooping his sister up in his arms.

The happy moment was ruined a short while later by their father.

But not his physical presence, instead a face that popped up on the television.

There'd been a distress call from the pizzeria, their mother was missing, and William Afton had been taken into custody for a number of crimes that gave Michael's stomach a lurch, and Cori several unwanted memories.

Birthdays had been ruined for Michael for a while, but now, now he was fairly certain he was cursed.

#cori writes #magentamedicines #oc x canon #fnaf oc #fnaf ocs #michael afton #oc: rose afton #william afton #oc: cori afton #tw death #tw murder #tw major character death #tw abuse #tw needles

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mable-stitchpunk · 4 years

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FNAF-TOBER Prompts- 2: Pirate Pranks

The landlubber had been lazy with the cameras tonight. Foxy noticed it right away and had slowly inched further out of his curtain with his teeth bared as though smirking. Tonight would be the night he made it into the office, he was sure of it. So, shortly after the strike of three in the morning, and with the camera still inactive, Foxy made a run for it.

His feet pounded on the tile floor as he sprinted down the hallway. In a matter of seconds he had reached the door and spotted it left wide open, ready for him to run straight inside. He closed in with the upmost confidence and prepared to barge right in. He was going to make it.

And he would’ve made it, if not for his feet suddenly losing traction and him sliding past the door at near breakneck speed. So fast that he kept going and crashed into the wall at the end of the hallway. Foxy collapsed on his back so hard that if he had lungs he would’ve had the wind knocked out of him. For a moment he was just too stunned to even move.

Then came the laughter.

That got Foxy back to his feet. He fumbled over the slickened ground, barely catching himself on the wall before he could fall again- it felt suspiciously like someone poured cooking oil everywhere- and had the door slammed in his face before making it to the window. There he saw the source of laughter and everything suddenly made total sense.

There, with a biscuit-eater’s grin and looking smug, was Schmidt. Unlike the other nightguards, Schmidt never left the cameras unintended. That mixed with the strange substance on the floor pointed the guilt straight at him. But why would Schmidt be so bold as to risk his own neck to pull a prank like this?

The answer to that was sitting right beside him. The blond nightguard who was sweating through his uniform- Foxy vaguely remembered him being named Jeremy- was usually on the day shift. It was rare to have two guards working together, and Foxy could only assume it was either cockiness or the desire to show off that persuaded Schmidt.

And then Schmidt saluted at him. Definitely cockiness.

Foxy growled low in his chest and glared intensely through the window before turning and leaving. He had to move slower, so he heard when the door opened.

“Mike, you probably shouldn’t have done that...”

“Nah, it’s fine.”

Foxy had half a mind to charge back into the room and show Schmidt how ‘fine’ it was, but he knew he’d slip again, fall to the floor, and be the laughing stock again. Instead he stormed back to his stage, knowing he was going to get stuck there all night at this rate. He could feel the camera on his back and with a glare ripped the curtain shut.

Only for the entire thing, rod and all, to decide now was the perfect time to fall. He could hear the laughter again and by now Foxy was two seconds from going haywire, running down that hallway, and breaking right through that window-

Or. Or he could do something else. A new idea formulated and Foxy slinked off his stage and somewhere back where the cameras wouldn’t see. He didn’t return for the rest of the night and the onlookers were none the wiser.

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The next morning at 6AM sharp, Mike and Jeremy left the office. As per usual, the animatronics had returned to their stage. Both were surprised to see that Foxy had returned to his as well, standing prone on his stage. They briefly tried to put the curtain back up, but it was clear that the rusted bolts that had been holding the rod up just wouldn’t work anymore.

“We’ll just leave this for Fritz to fix,” Mike said. He then gave Foxy a casual, if somewhat weary, “Take it easy, Captain.”

Foxy was watching him closely, a little more obviously than usual. There was something peculiar in that gaze, but he didn’t realize what it was until he got outside and saw exactly what the pirate had gotten up to.

Which would be currently drawn all over his car- no, not drawn, scratched into the already flaking paint with his inappropriately sharp hook. Waves had been drawn into the side, a pirate flag across the front, and on the back, right on the trunk, were a few choice words.

“That is sailor talk right there. Yeah, that’s- that’s definitely not kid-friendly,” Jeremy spoke up awkwardly. “...Well, uh... At least we know where he was?” Mike’s shocked look slowly fell into a tight glare at the back of the car. “...Mike?”

“I need to run by the super center and get some cooking oil and super glue. Catch you on the flipside,” Mike said before getting into his car. Jeremy had a well-justified look of dread as he peeled out of the parking lot.

If Foxy wanted a war, he was going to get it.

#fnaf #fnaf-tober #prompt #short #Mike Schmidt #Jeremy Fitzgerald #Foxy the pirate #Pirate Pranks

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fnaficsfordays · 3 years

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Juliet’s Busy

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Sequel to All Tramp and No Lady

Word Count: 4564

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“Look at them!” The unusually high voice made Michael glance over with a furrowed brow. Jeremy was standing still beside the road, arms outstretched placatingly. “Just- look!”

A snort came from his other side, Scott wearing a similarly unfazed expression. “They’re literally rabbits, Jeremy. We have plenty back in our gardens.”

“Rabbits are rabbits no matter where they are. Look at the little cheeks! And ears!” None of them stopped him as he knelt down in front of the miniature paddock, some of the creatures inside perking up. They all appeared the same, soft white all over, minus the ring of black fur around their eyes. At the reassuring nod of the owner, Jeremy reached out towards the nearest one, beaming as it sniffed his fingers. It stayed relaxed as he stroked its back, grazing at the enclosed grass.

“They’re dwarf rabbits, a proud litter of mine.” Chuckled the owner, standing beside them. “Seven dwarf hotots. Five months old.”

“Little buns…” He scooped up one, grin widening as it didn’t shift against his chest. “They’re so calm!”

“These ones grew up with visitors all the time, I’d say they’re used to the attention. And the feeding that comes with it.”

Jeremy perked up even more. “Can I-?”

“Okay, no. We’ve gotta go now.” Michael gripped his shoulder. “If we let you feed them, we’ll never get to the festival.”

“This is part of the festival!”

“We’re still five minutes away from the entrance, man. We can come back to the fluff nuggets later.”

A quiet laugh came from behind them, his mother shaking her head. “They are quite sweet. You must attract a lot of attention with them.”

The owner bowed. “Pleasure to attend this year, Miss Schmidt. Hope you and your attendants have a good time.”

Five minutes later, and at last they pulled Jeremy away from the rabbits, back to walking further into the town. Every year the same festival was held in October, on whichever day was deemed to have the best weather here. It was the closest to the center of the elite provinces, an agreement made decades ago to let this settlement stay as a free and neutral ground.

None of them looked nearly as elite today, either. His mother’s hair was in a neat bun near the top of her head, woven turquoise shawl resting over a plain blue summer dress. Jeremy wore a rolled-up flannel and jeans, and even Scott set aside formality for cargo shorts with his usual long coat and tied-up t-shirt. Michael himself only had a plain button-up and slacks, along with an embroidered denim jacket that bore the family crest.

And his knife, strapped inside of said jacket for emergencies. But enough said there.

“William just arrived at the west gate.” His mother said, slipping her phone back into her dress pocket. “Shall we meet them?”

“Hell yeah.” Michael pumped his fist. “Haven’t seen them in ages.”

“Do you believe he’s taken along his smaller ones this time?” Scott tilted his head. “I don’t think Elizabeth could be any younger than fourteen by now, at least.”

“He’s still only bringing along Mike today.” Sighed the queen. “They’re targeted quite often though, so I could understand. Wouldn’t want to risk the youngest, and Elizabeth is quite the curious one from what I’ve seen.”

“I wonder how his latest project turned out.” Jeremy clasped his hands together. “It sounded like it had a year or so until completion, though.”

“Or five. He said it was, what, going to full-on dance?” Michael frowned in thought. “It’s gotta still be in the making. Unless he’s really been pushing himself-”

“Hey!”

They all glanced up at the voice, spotting two figures side by side, one waving a hand. Grin forming on his face, Michael picked up his pace, jogging over. As he got closer, he could see bandages wrapped around the younger one’s wrists and hands, splotchy tan face shaded by the overgrown mop of hair.

“Holy shit, what tried to kill you this time?” He examined his frame, spotting other wrappings underneath the edge of his rumpled t-shirt. “Surely those aren’t all from that attempt in August.”

“Ha, fuck no.” The fellow 19-year-old smirked, grey irises bright as ever. “There was another two weeks ago, but one of the robots stopped them. The rest are scrapes from work.”

The man behind him groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Michael-”

“Yes?” In unison, both of them turned to the elite, leading to an immediate shared high-five at his hard sigh.

“Oh my god it worked!” Mike cackled, slapping him across the shoulder. “It fucking worked. We got him to-”

“I haven’t been able to pull that joke since last time, oh man.” He gladly elbowed the other prince back. “That was beautiful.”

“You did walk right into it, William.” The queen chuckled behind them, wearing a light smile. “Let them have it.”

“We arrived right out of a high-security, tedious journey. It slipped my mind that they always do this.” Mike’s father snorted. He was dressed in dark slacks and a semi-casual dress shirt, family emblem pinned to grey suspenders. “Pleasant as always to see you and your son in good health, Amet.”

“And I, you.” She reached out to shake his hand. “I hope Elizabeth and Christopher are well at home?”

“Very, I took measures to be certain that they’ll be safe. No incidents will happen while we’re gone.”

“How’s that animatronic you mentioned last time?” Jeremy prompted, him and Scott having walked over to the two Michaels while their parents conversed. “You’re onto the actual model at least, right?”

“Hey there, guys. And- oh, that’s giving me so much grief.” Mike huffed. “The code of basic movement and sensors was mostly applied already, and I’ve figured out the dancing too by now. But I’m constantly redesigning the joints to make sure that they actually work, so the only piece that’s fully built is the head. Right now, I’m putting together the feet.”

“Do you have a picture?”

“Got a couple, right here.” He pulled out his phone. “It’s not the largest one, but it’s gonna have miniature buddies dancing with it later on- fuck, that’s going to take a while too.”

“With the same functionality?” Scott questioned.

“We’re going to try, at least.”

“You four already know what you’re doing today, don’t you?” They whirled around, Michael’s mother giving them a nod. “Make sure to stick together, especially with Prince Afton. Wouldn’t want to lose him in this crowd.”

“We’ll be fine, mother.” Michael gave a thumbs up as she and Mike’s father walked away. “Fuck, I wish she said our name too.”

“She definitely avoided it on purpose to avoid that joke again.” Scott rolled his eyes. “So, where are we going?”

“Can we find some place with food or something?” Mike groaned. “I skipped breakfast. Didn’t wake up on time.”

“Because you fell asleep in that studio of yours again? Really, the more you make yourself vulnerable like that, the easier you’ll be to kill-”

“Oh shut up, bookworm.”

The four of them walked through the streets, occasionally stopping at an attraction here and there. Quite a few passerby were around, mingling throughout the town. They all filled the air with a soft chatter, one Michael had heard plenty of times before- be it at dinner parties, their echoing ballroom, or the training arena. But festivals like this one offered actual life, with all the families and classes coming together for a full day of fun.

And he was definitely having fun, despite the lack of an excuse to bring out his weapon. Not that he wanted anyone to get hurt- the festival was supposed to bring peace, after all. However…

“-could fucking see it. They were hired to murder me for pay, but still. Even when the animatronics got them. They really wanted my fucking head.”

“Jeez… how close did they get?”

“They were already getting chased, so I think they tried to make it a drive by? Got a cut to my ribs, but it wasn’t too far in at least.”

“You could just hire Michael as your bodyguard. He will let absolutely nothing stop him from finding an enemy, no matter how long it takes.”

“Wh- okay, that’s just rude.” He broke into the conversation, glaring at Scott. “I have literally never been able to find them and it’s putting such a stain on my career.”

“Yeah, one guy!” Giggled Jeremy. “An unidentified person sneaks into our grounds and cuts your arm once, so then you leave every single event at our kingdom early just to scout the grounds for them. Very logical.”

“For your information, it was not just once.” Michael crossed his arms. “I know they’re out there somewhere, because it keeps happening. And each time, the damage is the same. Which is to say, absolutely nothing.”

“Pfft- for real?” Mike grinned. “Dude, I heard about the first incident, but that’s just dedication.”

“It’s impressive at this point, really.” Scott smirked. “The first time was your arm, which was only unnerving for five minutes. Then we hosted a dinner at the end of August, in which he got a scrape to his neck that was barely bleeding. And when he was coming home from a meeting with another family, they cut his shirt.”

Michael rolled his eyes at the laughter from his friends, biting back a smile. If only they knew.

“Holy fuck, maybe you need to step your game up.” Mike snickered, wiping fake tears from his face. “If you ever do succeed, you might as well let them take your place.”

“Fuck off or I’ll leave you to starve.” He shoved the prince with his shoulder. “Seriously, where do you want to stop for a bite?”

“Hmm…” His gaze suddenly darted over to the left side of the road, and he snapped his fingers, pointing to a red and white sign. “Screw it, let’s head there. I’m craving pizza.”

They crossed over to the little building, taking a table inside once their orders were made. Michael opted to slip off his jacket in the warmth inside, leaning back in his chair. The business was small- clearly it was for the town itself and not just the festival. Behind the countertop was a door to a kitchen, swinging open to domed ovens at each new order.

“Do they have some sort of stereo in there?” He was jolted away from his thoughts at Jeremy’s voice, his friend staring at a curtained doorway to their side. “That’s some pretty loud music.”

Mike, sitting the closest, pulled back the sheets. His eyes widened. “Oh shit, they’ve got a whole karaoke thing over there.”

“Ooh, really?”

“Yeah- can’t tell if you gotta pay or not, but the lights are down and there’s a stage with two people on right now. It looks like there’s couches and seats around to just watch.”

“I’d rather just watch.” Michael interjected quickly.

He got a snort in response. “As much as I’d love to make you go up there, fine. I’d sit out too anyways.”

“Still sounds fun.” Jeremy pointed out. “How long did they say the pizza would take?”

“It’ll be a while, we only ordered five minutes ago and I believe they said it could take up to half an hour.” Scott pointed out. “I believe we would be able to eat inside that room too, given that it’s directly connected to the pizzeria.”

“Then let’s just go and listen! Whoever’s up sounds good.” Jeremy pulled all of them to their feet. “We can come back in here to grab the pizza after a while.”

The lights inside the karaoke room were dimmed down to match the mood, the four of them piling into a couch near the back door. The leather cushions sank underneath their weight, watching the small performance on stage. It was just a cheesy love song, but the pair sang it well without any cliche gestures.

“Out of curiosity, do you ever see anyone that isn’t part of the palace or elite?” Scott asked after the song ended, glancing at Mike.

“Barring assassination attempts by people that hate my dad, no.” He scoffed. “He’s the one that insists on keeping us inside, but I don’t care much anyways. I get to work on robots that make sure we don’t end up prematurely dead.”

“You guys have, what, a dozen at this point? I feel like you could take a break if you wanted to.”

“Yeah, but it’s fun.” Mike shrugged. “Like, dad’s the one that takes care of actual business with our towns. I pay a little attention as the prince, but only when it’s really important. Pretty sure Liz and Chris will end up being more involved in that stuff anyways. Can’t imagine having all the responsibilities as an only child.”

“It’s actually quite nice with just mother, I don’t need so much security around-”

“That’s because you are the security, Michael.”

“Wh- well, that’s the point.” He rolled his eyes at the stifled chuckles from his friends. “I’m still involved in the decision-making and keeping the people happy, but being able to defend myself means more freedom. And she knows it.”

“Wait, you-” Scott’s voice lowered to a whisper, gaze flitting around the crowd before leaning in. “...Did you actually bring your knife?”

“It’s completely out of sight in my jacket, alright? Calm down.” He hissed back, nudging the lump of cloth beside him. “I know mother said I didn’t need to, but… just in case. Never hurts to be prepared.”

“Just don’t lose it to another hunter after my head and we’ll be fine.” Mike nudged his shoulder with a smirk. “Who wants to go check on the pizza?”

“I’ll take a look, I can carry it on my own.” Scott stood up, brushing off his shorts and heading through the curtains. The remaining three lapsed into silence as the next singer started. Michael pulled the jacket closer, sighing in relief at the metal blade he could feel within-

Wait.

When did I…

He stiffened, sparing a glimpse between Mike and Jeremy. None of them noticed, still listening to the music- but Michael’s heart began to pound, looking back down at the blue denim. He didn’t remember picking it up from their first table. They’d rushed over to the karaoke room so quickly, he was almost certain he’d left it back in the other area without a second thought- maybe the action was so small that it’d slipped his mind. Of course it was good to have his jacket, no matter the case. Yet…

Michael rummaged through the inner pockets, feeling his phone right along with the knife. Then something crinkled underneath his touch, fingers closing around a small slip of paper. Biting his lip, he slid it out, squinting at the handwritten words.

Thank me outside. ;)

“They were in the middle of taking the pizza out of the oven, so I waited until it was completely done.” Scott’s voice broke him out of his shock, quickly folding the message back up. He raised his eyes just in time for the scribe to set down a box on the table in front of them, opening up the lid. “The left side has mushrooms, the right has sausage.”

“Fuck yeah, watch me down half of it-”

Michael ignored Mike’s eager words, still caught in inner turmoil as he stared at his jacket. Why did- no. Why was obvious, as was who. No one else would have the audacity nor ability to retrieve his jacket and slip a note inside, all without Michael noticing.

The better question was how. How had he gotten to the festival? How long had he been around? How did he find Michael so quickly- it wasn’t even noon yet!

“Earth to Michael?” An elbow to his side made him flinch, glaring at who it’d been. Mike met his expression evenly. “Are you going to eat yet or what?”

“Fuck off.” He snorted. “Give me a moment, I’m… going to go find a restroom around here, I don’t think there’s one too close.”

“I didn’t see one inside the pizzeria when I was getting the pizza.” Scott admitted. “Well, we’ll save a slice or two when you get back?”

“Yeah, sure.” Michael was already standing up, vision flicking around the karaoke room. “Just don’t let Mike steal it.”

“I might if you don’t get back soon enough!”

He ignored the call as he slipped out the curtains, pulse quickening as he scanned the area. There was nothing, yet. The sun was higher than before when he stepped out into the busy street, heating up the back of his neck as he kept a close eye out. Just where was he? The note couldn’t have been long ago.

Michael glanced back to the side. There was a gap between the pizzeria and the building to the right, dimmed by the sloping edge of the roof. Drawing a sharp breath, he walked towards it, vision narrowing as the shade washed over him. “You’d better be around here.”

No response. Spare sheets of metal and wooden planks lay around the alley, discarded amongst the cobblestone ground. Separate from the hubbub of the festival, the scene was almost taunting him with how fitting it was, walking between the piles of scrap-

“You should wear casual more often.” The whisper ghosted his neck, mauve fingers tracing over his arm. Michael spun around to face him, meeting the sly smile. “Took you long enough to realize.”

“It’s barely been two hours since we arrived at the festival.” He sighed, shaking his head. “How did you even get here? Literally anyone could spot you out on the road-”

“Pays to work underground. I wouldn’t find any other way to see you after a whole month, darling.” Vincent chuckled, hand sliding down to intertwine with Michael’s. “But you’re getting sloppy. What if someone else took your jacket, hmm?”

“Well, no one did, huh? Someone always ends up back in my life when I least expect it.”

“I’m not hearing a thank-you like I asked for~”

“You want my gratitude that badly?” Michael smirked, back pressing against one of the walls. The space between them felt constricting, hand reaching forward to grasp the edge of his shirt, skin warm underneath. Their lips were inches apart. “Fine.”

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“Can I please just eat it now-?”

“No.”

“Why not? It’s been forever-”

“You ate four slices already!”

“And it’s pizza!”

Scott pinched the bridge of his nose. “That’s not a good enough reason. Michael’s not back yet- you’ve already had enough.”

“Well, it’s going cold anyways. Where the fuck even is that bathroom?” Mike huffed. “Fucking hell, I will eat the rest of this pizza if he’s not here in five and you can’t stop me.”

“We could try and find him.” Jeremy suggested from the other side of the couch. “Maybe if we split up to search-”

“No, you are staying with him to make sure he doesn’t eat any more.” Scott shot them both a stern look. “I’ll go on my own. It should be faster.”

“Damn dude, guess I’ll just starve-”

He turned away sharply before hearing the rest of Mike’s words, earning a bark of laughter. Stepping back into the pizzeria, he walked towards the cashier.

“Excuse me, but do you know where the nearest bathroom is?” Scott asked. “I’m assuming there’s not one inside.”

“Unfortunately not here, but…” They frowned for a moment, before snapping their fingers. “Ah! Next door. Inside the shop, I’m certain they have one. Right to the left.”

He gave quick thanks, making his way out to the street. However, the search in the small building turned out dry too, with no sign of the prince inside. Scott rubbed his temples with a sigh, starting to walk back to the pizzeria.

This was supposed to be quick. Where had Michael gone? Even if not in that store, it shouldn’t have been far. Scott leaned against the store, trying to think. His jacket was still back on the couch with them, so it wouldn’t do any good to try and call him. Hopefully there was nothing dangerous at play, but-

Then, a shuffle at the edge of his hearing. Jolting away from the wall, Scott’s eyes widened as he whipped around. “What-”

He was met with nothing. Well, not exactly. There was a narrow space between the two buildings, one he hadn’t noticed earlier. But that noise had definitely been from there.

“Hello?” He called out, stepping towards the corridor. No further sound.

Scott wasn’t satisfied, though. He tread through the gap, barely enough space to stretch out his arms. Between that and the scattered debris, it took a lot of caution to keep his presence quiet, slowly nearing the back of both buildings.

A small sigh echoed through, and he perked up. Definitely around the back of the store. An inaudible mutter followed, too soft to make out words. A lower chuckle. Who was-?

“Fuck, Vince…”

Scott stiffened at the breathy moan.

What.

Never in his life had he expected to hear something like that from Michael. Never in his life had he wanted to hear something like that from Michael. And definitely not now, with zero context.

Goddamnit, Scott should have stayed back. Maybe sent Mike out to search instead, even if the prince ended up in the same spot- anything to forget that. Who was Michael even-?

He cut off the question right in his mind, shaking his head to clear it. He found Michael. There was that. Now…

…

Fuck it, he had to know.

Summoning all of his remaining willpower, Scott walked all the way to the back, taking a deep breath as he looked towards the right. “Michael-”

The scribe froze mid-name.

Michael, his best friend, soldier, and elite prince, was pinned against the brick wall, cheeks flushed pink and making out with another person, hands carding through their hair. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, one sleeve off his shoulder and tan skin covered in dark love bites. The moment Scott spoke, his eyes flew open, shoving them away.

“What the fuck- Scott?!” He sputtered, blush growing darker as he pulled up his shirt, refastening the buttons. “It- you-”

“Told you we should have checked out that noise earlier.” Remarked his partner, meeting Scott’s stunned expression with a crooked smile. “Whoops.”

He raised an eyebrow as he took in the stranger’s appearance. They weren’t as disheveled as Michael, dark skin making it hard to see any blemishes- it was somehow purple but he could worry about that later- and a tangled ponytail, still messy yet they seemed perfectly at ease. Same with the jeans and t-shirt. Scott opened his mouth in the heavy silence. “Can I-”

“No. Whatever you’re about to ask, I- no.” Michael pressed his palms to his face. “Oh my god just- please just leave, I can’t- why couldn’t you just wait?!”

“...It was taking a while and Mike was threatening to eat your pizza if you weren’t back soon…?”

A beat. Michael’s partner started to laugh, earning them a grimace. “Vin, I swear-”

“Okay, but you have to admit that’s funny.” ‘Vin’ shrugged, still wearing the same careless grin. “I’d assume that it’s time for me to leave, then.”

“...Sure.” Michael managed. The irritation faded for a split second as their eyes met. “I’ll… see you around. Some other time.”

“You know it.” He gave a not-so-subtle wink, leaning in for a brief kiss against his jaw. Pulling back, ‘Vin’ glanced at Scott, starting to back away. He raised up a quick peace sign. “Just warn a pair next time. Cheers!”

“Wait-” Scott didn’t get a chance to finish before the man was back in the shadows, out of sight in a matter of seconds. He snapped his mouth shut, turning back to Michael, his friend resolutely staring at the wall. “How did…”

“He’s always been good at sneaking around.” Michael muttered. “His specialty.”

Well, at least with just the two of them… “Now can I-?”

“Fine.” He sighed, combing back his hair. “Let’s just get walking.”

“How long?” Scott began, as they made their way towards the street. “He’s not… an elite, is he.”

“No. Probably never will be.” The prince muttered. “I… met Vincent last summer. It was kind of an accident, he was just there on the grounds while I was training and-”

“He was infiltrating the castle?”

“It wasn’t-” Michael huffed. “I stopped him anyways. He wasn’t actually trying to get in, just… hanging around. Being annoying. He got away, but kept coming back.”

“I don’t get how you managed to keep this hidden for so long. Were you ever going to say anything?” Scott frowned. “If the queen knew that you-”

“Well, she doesn’t know, alright? No one was supposed to.” He snapped, raking back his hair. “It’s not like I was abandoning my duties. I only see him once or twice a month.”

“But how?” The scribe was still trying to piece everything together. There had been no signs at all before this sudden reveal. Nothing odd with Michael’s demeanor. No mysterious absences. “I don’t get how you manage the time when you’re still patrolling at night, and with those events-”

Then he froze in place, eyes widening. Those parties. Those injuries.

Scott’s head snapped over to his friend, who met his gaze with tired expectancy. “What?”

“Those- your injuries.” He started, memories starting to fit together. “When- you always spent the whole night out, and just- you said you never found them but-”

“And there we go.” Michael said dryly. “...Yeah, it was him. It was always him.”

A beat. “Michael, for the love of the whole province, why?”

He gave a snort of amusement. “It’s not like he’s actually hurting me, alright? You saw the last one. Just a cut sleeve.” The prince fiddled with the edge of his shirt. “But it’s… different. It’s not every day that someone manages to trick me. I told you, he’s good at staying hidden.”

Scott was silent for a moment longer, just shaking his head. “You can’t expect me to just keep this to myself forever. This is… literally everything you have ever tried to avoid.”

“Yeah, no shit. I kept silent so well that it took a complete accident for you to find out.” Michael bit his lip as they neared the pizzeria. “...I’ll tell Jeremy after the festival. That’s it. No one else.”

“No one?”

“What, you think Mike would be able to stay silent?” He shot him a look that was quick to soften. “Besides… you two are the ones I trust the most. I know I said I wasn’t planning on telling anyone, but this is important. I… I get that. And for anyone to suddenly find out… I’d definitely prefer it to be you.”

Scott released a long breath. “So I get to see you making out with your secret boyfriend, out of anyone else. Aren’t I glad.”

“Oh, shut up.” Michael nudged him in the side. “Also, I’m fairly certain Mike’s already eaten my pizza anyways.”

“I told Jeremy to keep an eye on him.”

“It’s fine. I’m not really hungry anyways.”

“What, because you were having a different meal-?”

“I regret this already.”

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fanfiction #au #fnaf vincent #fnaf michael schmidt #fnaf jeremy fitzgerald #fnaf scott phone guy #fnaf michael afton #Michael x Vincent

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Glitchy Machinery? Or Sentient Robots?

Henry and William are forced to figure out why their animatronics are walking around at night. Henry doesn't believe the claims, and believes they're just being crybabies over glitchy machinery. But William begins to wonder if they were telling the truth...

Wow! I actually managed to type this one out in 2 days straight (gay)! It wasn't without its frustrations, though...I ended up accidentally deleting it halfway and had to rewrite it all over again. But, I managed to keep my anger under control enough, to actually somewhat enjoy rewriting it out! Wow! You really CAN control your anger! (It's difficult, but not impossible...)

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy! And despite it being written in 2 days, I hope it's still good quality writing. :)

Henry Emily had been getting phone calls from Schmidt and Fitzgerald, explaining that the animatronics were sentient and able to move at night. So, in a need to figure out this mystery, Henry and William had entered the pizzeria the next night from the backstage, and walked themselves up to the main spot: The table area. William walked in behind Henry, with the toolbox and his blue, plastic flashlight.

"Henry...Why did I have to come along?" William whined.

"Because you have the blueprints for Bonnie. I want to look at them to find out why they could be becoming sentient." Henry explained.

"Sentient?! The animatronics are becoming sentient?!" William asked, quickly looking around.

"According to Schmidt and Fitzgerald, they are. So, I want to find out if they're just seeing things, or if their inner coding is glitchy." Henry explained.

William sighed as he caught up to Henry and Bonnie.

"I still don't know why you needed to drag me here for this. I run the business aspect, not the technical aspects." William muttered.

"Did you not get their messages on your answering machine?" Henry asked.

"Didn't think they left a message." William replied.

Henry sighed. "The night guards are freaked out by the 'sentient animatronics'. Or, at least Fitzgerald is. The poor man sounded like an anxious mess. I don't know what he saw. But whatever it is, he's afraid to come back." Henry explained.

William's frown softened. "...And Mike?" William asked.

Henry chuckled. "Schmidt seems more annoyed by it than anything. He seems fine enough to keep on working." the man explained.

Henry had began unscrewing the plates in the back of the animatronic, while William had stayed in the front of the Bonnie animatronic. William whipped out his flashlight, and reached up for the two buttons on the side. When the jaw was open, William began looking inside the animatronics for any signs of 'sentient life'. All he could see, was animatronic parts and wires: virtually nothing that explained why they were sentient. As William tried to turn the light back off, the flashlight began flickering. William growled. This ALWAYS happened! Ever since he bought this piece of junk, the flashlight had started flashing and refusing to stay on.

"What's up with your flashlight, Will?" Henry asked.

"It's flashing. I think the flashlight is filled with faulty wiring or something. It's kinda what I get for going to the Dollar store for a new flashlight..." William replied, turning around as he fiddled with the flashlight.

Henry chuckled. "You went to the dollar store for a flashlight? Dude! I've got lots of flashlights at home that you could use!" Henry reacted.

"Thanks, but I can handle getting my own flashlights." William replied.

As William and Henry were talking, no one had noticed that the animatronics eyes had turned black! Well, apart from a white little light that had appeared in both eyes. Both of Bonnie's hands had started to slowly come to life, and began making moving noises as it reached its arms out towards the figure in front of him.

"Um...William? Are you moving the animatronic?" Henry asked.

"Huh?" William replied, looking up from his flashlight.

"Uh, Willia-!" Was all that got out of Henry's mouth, before disaster struck. In a matter of 5 seconds, a loud metal clamping sound and a human-made yelp could be heard within the room. But just as fast as it happened, the sounds stopped.

William had frozen in place with his arms up and his eyes as wide as donuts. His upper body felt loosely crammed against something metal and smooth. William's breathing soon slowed enough for William to look down and process what had just happened. it looks like a pair of metal blue arms covered in fur, had wrapped around William and pulled William into the chest of something huge. William's mouth made a whimpering sound as he realized who the arms belonged to: Bonnie!

"Uh..." William reacted, before pushing at the arms to unsuccessfully push himself free. "Henry?" William asked, quickly growing more and more panicked as he pushed harder and harder against the arms. They wouldn't budge at all! "I-I CAN'T GET OUT!" William shouted.

Henry walked himself around and just fell into a puddle of laughter. "Ahahahaww! It looks like Bonnie just wanted a hug!" Henry mocked.

William growled in anger. Is he seriously laughing at him right now?! William rolled his eyes. "Har-dee-har-har. Laugh it out, old man. But when you're done laughing, can you help me get out?" William reacted.

Henry put his index finger up, to signal for William to 'hold on a minute' for him to stop laughing. When the man DID stop laughing, Henry smiled and walked closer to him. "Okay. I'm done now. Let's get you out of here." Henry declared. then Henry grabbed onto the inner part of the animatronic's right arm. "On 3. 1, 2, 3!" Henry yelled before pulling on the arm. Henry pulled as hard as he possibly could, in an attempt to get to William free. But, the arm wouldn't budge at all. So, Henry let go of Bonnie's arm and gained back some breath.

William's eyes widened angrily. "Wait, seriously?! You can't loosen the arm?!" William asked.

"The arm is made of metal! It's like pulling on a boulder! If you push against the arm while I'm pulling, maybe we can get you out." Henry suggested.

"Okay." William replied before placing his hands onto the animatronic's inner arm. "I'm ready." William told him.

Henry grabbed onto the inner arm again, and readied himself to pull. "On 3. 1, 2, 3!" Henry yelled, before pulling on the arm. William pushed as hard as he could against the arm, to possibly give himself some room to wiggle himself free. At the same time, Henry was trying to pull the arm away, to try to get William free without breaking the arm.

Finally, Henry gave up. It was no use! It was stuck in that position! "I uh...Ihi guess the suit needs to be forcefully opened in order to get you out. Talk about a flaw in the system!" Henry reacted, scratching the back of his head as he chuckled.

William began to panic. "Oh no...Oh nononononoNONONO! I can't get out! I'm gonna be stuck in here for 5 hours or more, until someone cuts the arm off! And that's gonna cost a lot of money for repairs!" William reacted.

"Well, it looks like Bonnie over here, has a few malfunctions to be worked through anyway. It's not that bad." Henry replied.

"NOT BAD?! Says the one who's not stuck in this thing! For all we know, the Bonnie suit COULD be sentient! And who knows how he'll react to seeing a human stuck in its grasp! Will he crush me with his gigantic arms? Will he shove me inside the suit? Will he bite my head off and decapitate me? I don't wanna be decapitated! I don't wanna die!" William panicked as he squirmed around to get free.

Henry's eyes widened as he watched his friend panic...over nothing! "Dude! Calm down. You're fine! Look at you! You have an animatronic hugging you right now! And the animatronic is shut off right now!" Henry explained.

"Is it though? What if it's not a malfunction? What if Jeremy and Mike were right? What if they DO come to life?" William asked, scared of what the animatronic could do if Bonnie found him in his arms.

Henry bursted out laughing. "Are you serious right now? You seriously believe Schmidt and Fitzgerald? You believe these animatronics come to life at night? Oh my gosh! I think Bonnie's hug is harming your brain, rather than helping you." Henry reacted.

"Well- Yeah! I mean, what if they were telling the truth? What if the animatronics were coming to life to kill their creator? I'M THE CREATOR!" William yelled.

"Oh? You mean like Terminator?" Henry asked, before falling into more laughter. William growled angrily.

"Quit laughing at me! I'm legitimately freaked out right now! If you helped me get out of this mess, then I wouldn't be freaking out as much!" William shouted.

Henry's laughter lessened a bit. "Wehehell...No one's gonna be helping you if you keep up that attitude." Henry warned him.

William sighed and hung his head. "Fine. I'm sorry. Maybe I am getting a little worked up over this. if you get me out, I will help you figure out this mystery of the sentient animatronics. I promise." William said in a calmer, but still slightly anxious voice.

Henry smiled genuinely. "Okay. Deal." Henry said, holding out his hand. William grabbed Henry's hand and shook it.

Then, Henry pulled out the blueprint poster, and read it. He looked around for a button, a lever or a general solution to loosen up the arms. After a bit more searching, Henry managed to find exactly what he was looking for: a lever that shut off the strength of the animatronic's upper body. It was located on Bonnie's back, and required an attachable shift stick to work it.

"Okay. I found something that'll help, but you have to sit tight while I look for the shift stick that it needs in order to work. Okay?" Henry asked as he opened up his toolbox.

William nodded and let out a breath. While Henry continued to look around for the shirt stick, William began the drum his fingernails against Bonnie's steel arms. Surprisingly, this actually helped William from going insane in the arms of Bonnie.

But, William's nails suddenly stopped, when William felt a large moving finger. William's eyes widened. Did he really feel that? Or was that just his conscious body? William couldn't tell. So, William waited.

A good 2 minutes later, William felt another finger move! William looked at the finger from the outside of the arm hug, and saw that he was right: a finger had lifted itself up! William slowly and silently gasped as the worse case scenario took over his mind: Bonnie really WAS sentient!

William squirming himself around, and made himself a hole in between the arms, to slip his hand through. Then, William waited a few seconds for the animatronic finger to move again. A few minutes later, the finger moved! William shoved his hand into the hole, and gripped the blue finger with his hand. If William held onto the hand, maybe it won't move anymore?

"You doing okay, William?" Henry asked. William paused his movements and looked up.

"Yup...I'm good. How about you?" William asked. Suddenly, the finger moved! And another finger moved with it! William gulped and removed his hand as he realized the horrifying reality: William couldn't stop the fingers from moving. And, to make matters worse, more fingers were moving all at once! William nervously watched the fingers.

"Well, good news Will: the plates are removed, and I found the shift stick. Let's get you out of here!" Henry declared.

William sighed eagerly and smiled. Finally! He's gonna get out! William calmly waited for Henry to do his thing.

Henry clicked the shift stick into the metal lever, and pulled it down. Almost immediately, a few gears could be heard loosening up the arms and the head joints. William had closed his eyes and readied himself for the loosening of the arms and the falling of his body onto the ground.

But...it didn't happen. William didn't feel the arms loosen at all!

Maybe he's supposed to push the arms to get himself free? William tried pushing on the inner arms. He pushed, pushed and pushed some more. But, the arms weren't budging at all! William began to grunt and growl as he pushed on the stupid arms. His teeth had also started clenching tightly as he pushed.

"Are you out yet? I thought you'd be out by now?" Henry asked.

"I-I'm...Tryyyyiiiiiiing!" William yelled through his teeth.

Okay. I'll help you then." Henry told him, before wrapping his arms around the arm. "On 3. 1, 2-"

"JUST DOOOO IIIIIT!" William yelled at Henry as he started pushing again. Henry threw his mental counter right out the window and began pulling as hard as he could. Unbelievably, the arm STILL wouldn't budge! It was useless! Utterly useless!

Henry growled and gave up. "Stupid arm! Let go, dammit!" Henry yelled. William, after a couple more seconds, finally gave up the fight.

William took some time to try and recuperate his breath, so that he can try again later.

"Gosh...I don't know how Bonnie could've malfunctioned so badly." Henry stated.

"Henry, he didn't malfunction...Bonnie is able to move on his own! I could feel his fingers moving around while you were searching..." William told him.

Henry frowned. "William, quit falling for that! It's not making this any more interesting..." Henry ordered, unable to believe them.

"If you didn't believe Mike or Jeremy, then why did you come here in the first place?!" William asked.

"Because I wanted to take precautions and prove to them that they've got nothing to worry about. Especially Fitzgerald." Henry replied.

But before William could process it, Bonnie's hand began moving itself again... "Why do you always call him Fitzgerald? Why no-oooOOOHMYGOD!" William jumped. Bonnie's hands had decided to touch down right against William's ribs! William didn't even attempt to question his sound, and only focused on trying to pull the fingers away again. But it was useless! The hand was going to stay there, whether he liked it or not!

"I know tha-...What was THAT?!" Henry asked. Henry walked closer to William. "Are you okay?" Henry asked.

Before William could answer him, Bonnie's fingers had started wiggling against the left side of his ribs! William covered his mouth with his fist, in an attempt to stop himself from making a sound. But, it wasn't easy. No one really knew about this, but William had always been quite ticklish. How he feels about it, depends on the day. Some days he didn't mind it, while other days he hated it. This was one of those days where he wished he wasn't ticklish.

"Hello? Is there a bug on you or something?" Henry asked. William lowered his fist away, and shook his head as he squirmed around to get away from the huge fingers. "Is something hurting you?" Henry asked. William shook his head again and accidentally let out a yelp. Bonnie's fingers had pushed themselves further into William's ribs. This was NOT good. "No? Then what's going on?" Henry asked. William could immediately feel his lips morphing into a wobbly smile.

And right before William could even attempt to reply, Bonnie's fingers wiggled and squeezed his ribs at the same time.

"GAAAAHH! EEEEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHA!" William finally bursted out.

Henry's eyes changed from curiousity, to pure shock. What the-Was William laughing?! "Wow! Um...How-" Henry asked, still very confused.

William shoved his hand inside the arm, and attempted to stop Bonnie's hand from tickling him. But, Bonnie was persistent! As soon as William reached over to his left side and exposed his right side, Bonnie's left hand began wiggling his fingers on William's right side. William threw his head up and bursted into even more giggles as he fell to the right side. "QUIHIHIHIHIT IHIHIHIHIT! THAHAHAHAT TIIHIHICKLEHEHES!" William yelled with his eyes shut.

"I-I don't understand at ALL, what is happening...How is Bonnie even doing this?!" Henry asked, struggling to process what was happening in front of him.

"IHIHIHI TOHOHOHOHOLD YOHOHOHOHOHOU!" William shouted at him, bursting into a puddle of endless laughter as both of his ribs were being tickled at once.

Henry didn't even know what to say! William, Mike and Jeremy really WERE right! Not only was Bonnie becoming sentient, but Bonnie was tickling him while he was stuck in his arms! Henry couldn't believe it! Bonnie's alive?! And William's TICKLISH?! Henry couldn't help but giggle at the scene in front of him.

"WEHEHEHEHELL? AHAHAHARE YOHOHOHOU GOHOHONNA HEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHE?" William asked. Henry's smile slowly turned into a smirk.

"Oh yeah, I'll help you. But, first, I wanna get a video of this." Henry told him as he pulled out his phone and began recording.

William let out a growl in frustration. Why isn't he helping him?! He clearly doesn't like this! Why would he like this?! Will Henry ever help him out of here?

Bonnie unraveled his arms, and grabbed onto Willliam's chest. With William in his grip with his armpits exposed, Bonnie didn't waste a second! Bonnie wiggled an index finger into both of William's armpits at the same time.

"GAHAHAhahahahad! Stahahahahap ihihihihihihit! Ihihihihit tihihihihicklehehehes!" William begged.

Henry smirked and decided to accept the reality that was in front of him: Bonnie was holding onto William, and tickling the heck out of him until he's a big puddle of giggles. Henry walked himself up to Bonnie with a big smirk on his face. Henry held out his hand. "Hi, Bonnie. I'm Henry, Will's friend." Henry introduced himself, shaking his hand. "Would I be allowed to join you and your tickle attack? I never knew that William was ticklish before. So, I wanna make up for the many years of tickle attacks I failed to give him over the years." Henry asked. Bonnie tilted his head, and lifted up William a little higher, so Henry had more spots to go for. Henry smiled happily, and picked up a foot of Will's. "Here. I'll tickle him from down here on the floor, while you tickle him wherever else you want to. Okay?" Henry planned. Bonnie nodded his head back, and wrapped an arm around William's armpits.

Henry laid himself down on the ground, and began removing William's shoe. It didn't take long for William's foot to kick around and try to get away.

"NO, NO- NO! HENRY, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!" William threatened desperately.

Henry caught William's socked ankle with one hand. "But why? Are they ticklish?" Henry asked, before wiggling a finger on the inner arch of Will's socked foot. William's quick breathing hitched for a few moments. Then, William's whole body tried to squirm itself out of the grip. But Bonnie had an iron grip on him (coincidentally).

"No...Hehehenryhyhy! Plehehehease dohohon't." William whined through a few giggles.

"Oh, I think the correct words you should be saying are: 'Please do'!" Henry replied as he added a few fingers and increased the speed of his tickling. "Meanwhile, I'll add a great rhyme to go with your words: A goochy-goochy-goochy-goochy-goo!" Henry teased.

William squealed and fell into a puddle of giggles and laughter. "NOHOHOHO TEHEHEheheheasihihihing!" William begged. Henry, in response to his request, decided to give William even more teases! "Who's a ticklish, purple Afton? Who's a ticklish, ticklish Afton? I think you are! Whooooo failed to tell his college friend that he's ticklish? I'm pretty sure YOU did! And whoooo's gonna tickle-tickle-tickle you to make up for lost time? Well, I think that'll be me! A ticka-ticka-ticka-ticka-tickle! A ticka-ticka-ticka-ticka-tickle!" Henry teased even further.

"Knohohohock ihihihihit ohohohoff! OhohOHOHO GEHEHEHEHEEZ! BOHOHOHONNIHIHIHIHIHIE NOHOHOHOHOHO!" William shouted suddenly, bursting into more laughter. Up above the man and the purple guy's foot, Bonnie had discovered that William's hip was SUPER ticklish! William had abrupted into hysterical laughter, and began showing off his unbelievable ability to squirm around like a wiggle worm!

"Wow! I see we have a wiggle worm on our hands! A wiggle worm with ticklish footsies, and ticklish sexy hips!" Henry teased.

William threw his head back and rested his head against Bonnie's chest. "WHAHAHAHAHAT?!?! YOHOHOHOHOU'RE SOHOHOHO WEHEHEHEHEIHIHIRD!" William yelled through his laughter.

"Ohoho...I know that. But if I'm weird, does that make you ticklish? Or SUPER ticklish? Your pick." Henry said back.

William groaned through his laughter. It was the exact same option for both choices! Why must he be like this?! Why must he be this unfair?! What has he done to deserve such ticklish torment?! William's face began to glow a light red color.

"LEHEHEHEHET MEHEHEHEHE GOHOHOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!" William pleaded, even struggling to say the word 'please' properly. William was losing so much of his breath in so little time. He was not used to that! The last time someone had tickled William, was when he was a kid before he had turned 13! And it happened to be his loving Mom! But this? This was much, MUCH worse compared to what his Mom used to do.

Bonnie seemed to have noticed that tears were developing in William's eyes. So, Bonnie chose to stop his part of the tickling. Besides: Bonnie wanted to watch Henry take on William for a bit. Henry removed the sock from William's foot, and began examining William's toes.

"Hmm...What about these itty-bitsy toesies?" Henry asked in a baby voice. William whined as he giggled heavily.

"Nohohohoho! Nohohoho tohohohoesihihies!" William begged him in a whiny voice.

"No toesies? What are you talking about? I see toesies right here! They're attached right to your feet! they're very tiny too." Henry teased, wiggling a finger under the big toe.

"OhOHOHOHO NOHOHOHO! HEHEHEHENRYHYHYHY CUHUHUHUT IHIHIHIHIHIT OHOHOHOHOUHUHUT!" William shouted, bursting into even more laughter as his toes were not only touched, but scratched as well.

"No way! These toesies are ticklish! And Henry LOOOOVES ticklish toesies! I should tickle them more!" Henry declared. Henry began scratching his fingernail under the rest of William's toes, to try and get more of a reaction.

"UHUHUHUH OHOHOHOHOH! BAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" William squealed, throwing his head back and bursting into loud cackles. William's cackles expressed themselves through his super wide mouth, and further bounced around the room thanks to William's head shaking.

"Look at how ticklish his toesies are! Such an adorable collection of tiny toes!" Henry teased. "And the best part, is that this is only half the collection! There's more!" Henry added.

"DOHOHON'T YOHOHOU EVEN DAHAHARE GOHOHO FOHOHOHOR MYHYHY OHOTHER TOHOHOHOES!" William warned. But, his warning came off as empty and unhelpful, rather than threatening.

"Oho, I think I dare." Henry replied, stopping his fingers and working the shoe off his other foot. William squeaked and started squirming as much as he possibly could. At this point, this man shouldn't have been given a break! So, to keep William under control, Bonnie wiggled his fingers on belly, to see how ticklish that spot was.

"AAAAEeEeEehehehehehehehe!" William squealed helplessly. "Nohohohoho behehehelly! Nohohohohoho behehehehehellyhyhyhy!" William pleaded as he failed to squirm away from his fingers. William's giggles just filled the room. It was like music to Henry and Bonnie's ears! Bonnie was secretly recording it so that he could listen to the laughing track later.

Finally, Henry was able to throw the shoe aside and grab a hold of William's left ankle. Then, with his wiggly fingers, Henry tickled all over the untouched left foot. William's upper body curled in front, and William's fists lightly pounded on Bonnie's arms.

"A goochy-goochy-goo! A goochy-goochy-goochy-goo! Is Will's foot a little ticklish? I think it is!" Henry teased. Then, Henry began scratching his index finger under the big toe and the 2nd toe.

William threw his head back and threw his body into the chest of Bonnie's suit. "HEHEHENRY NOOOOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" William shouted at him, shaking his head as he kicked his free foot.

"Wow! Such a ticklish bunch of toesies I've found! Who knew Mr. Afton of the Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, walked around with such ticklish feet on him? My guess is, only William did. And now, he's gonna regret it..." Henry teased as he scratched his fingers under the 3rd, 4th and fifth toes.

William let out a high-pitched, desperate squeal. "TOOHOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUHUCH! TOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUCH!" William shouted.

"Do you want a break?" Henry asked, beginning to show pity for Will.

William didn't even waste a second to reply. "YEHEHEHES! YEHEHEHEHES PLEHEHEHEHEASE!" William replied immediately.

Henry smiled and removed his fingers from his feet. At the same time, Bonnie also removed his fingers from William's tummy. William took as much time as he could, to breath and replenish his lost breath.

Henry picked up his friend and placed him onto a nearby stool, and used the wall as a back rest. Then, using a few coins and the kitchen tap, Henry got a wet cold towel for William and a soft drink from the vending machine inside the Pizzeria. Henry returned with both and began gently wiping the sweat off William's face with the towel.

"Thahank yohohohou..." William said, popping the lid off the glass Coke and taking a few gulps of it.

"No problem, Will." Henry replied with a smile. When William began taking over the towel swabbing, Henry sat beside William and continued to keep him company. Despite the tickle attack he had joined earlier, Henry still couldn't resist the urge to give Will's ribs a few pokes. Even then though, William didn't seem to mind. It was all in good fun. Not only that, but William's outlook began to change a little bit. He no longer wished that he wasn't ticklish because now, William had someone who could pull together a tickle fight in a matter of minutes.

Thank god for unintentionally sentient robots, right?

#ticklefic #lee!william #ler!bonnie #ler!henry

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xbrittaniax · 4 years

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FNaF: The Rules have changed ch.4

[Last of my posts from dA, From here on out I have to write as I go.]

Ah yes, This was how Scott wanted to spend his night. Crammed In a security office watching over Bat shit crazy Animatronics with a Tickling problem, Re-Explaining every single procedure to Vincent and Mike making fun of him over the phone... He didn't get paid enough for this.

"And make sure you keep the music box wound. I don't want to find out what the Puppet does now." He shuddered at the thought, Of course, Mike intruded on the conversation.

"God Phone guy, You act like he's never worked a night shift before. I'm pretty sure he has the Intellect to keep a music box wound and to keep peeping on Foxy." Mike rolled his eyes, His right door remaining shut, The different Freddy variation's still mad about his swearing last night. It was Only one AM.

Vincent snickered as Scott sent a glare over to the phone. "Listen here, You little--"

"Ah!" Jeremy exclaimed, "Don't swear! You'll be In Mike's position if you do."

"I already am." Yeah, He didn't get paid enough for this. Most of the Animatronics were avoiding Him tonight, Save for Original Freddy, Who had caught wind of his outburst the night before as well.

Mike cast a glare to the phone, Folding his arms irritably. "Need I remind you that You're the reason I'm in the mess In the first place? Mr. 'Let's run to Mike's office and Shoulder tackle him'."

"I said I was sorry!"

Vince grinned at the banter. "Man Scott, I had no idea you ran a Babysitting service on the Night Shift." He leaned back In his chair as The two Bickering Nightguards yelled In protest.

"Hey! I am NOT a child!" Mike complained.

"Me either!"

Scott snorted In amusement. "Yeah, And now I have three kids to watch." He side-eyed the phone as he picked up the tablet to check on Pirate cove.

"Hey!" All three Nightguards exclaimed

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3 AM

"What's everyone's power looking like?" Jeremy asked to make conversation, Mike had grown unusually silent, Vincent only offered a small acknowledgment that he had understood what Phone guy was telling him, Who was also silent save for the tips he occasionally gave them. "Mine and Vince's power Is at 53%."

"48%," Scott answered.

"I'm bored," Vincent complained, Propping his head up with his arms against the desk. "We haven't had anything happen."

"That's a good thing, Vince." Scott side-eyed the phone for like the fiftieth time that night. "Unless you want to get tickle attacked by one of the Animatronics..."

Vincent shuddered at the thought. "I'm just saying. It's going by so slowly without any incidents."

Jeremy giggled at the two. "What about you Mike? You okay?"

"Not particularly..." He didn't even want to look at the power meter, He knew he was low. "Hey Phone Guy, Is your left door open?"

"For the moment," Scott grunted as he slammed down on the Right door button. "Why? Is something there?"

"Nope." Mike got up and ran out of his office, Behind him he heard the power shut down as he rushed Into the nearest office, Which just so happened to be Scott's. He skidded to a stop just to the left of his desk and doubled over catching his breath. "That was close."

Scott glanced over at him with a bemused expression. "You gonna be alright?"

Mike nodded, Grinning. He sat down on the desk, Checking the Camera's for Scott while he checked the doors. The brunette noted how the Raven haired man seemed to tremble as he checked the Door light's, It reminded him of Jeremy. "You gonna be alright?" He mused, Looking up from the Tablet.

Scott flinched, Opening the right-hand side door. "Yeah, Just a little jumpy I guess."

"Uh-huh, And the shaking? Is that being Jumpy too?" Mike peered at his colleague with amusement.

Scott blushed In response to the question. Had he been shaking? He hadn't even noticed. "Shut up." He muttered, Poking his head out of the Left door, Listening for any odd sound.

"Are you guys breaking up? I was really rooting for you guys too." Vincent chuckled, Jeremy even giggled at that. Mike could tell that Vince was going to be a bad influence on the bubbly Nightguard.

Mike laughed sarcastically. "Ha-ha, Shut up and keep the Music box wound up, Newbie."

Even Phone Guy had to snort at that one, Shooting Mike a grin of approval. But his grin was short-lived when he saw the giant Bear Animatronic standing behind his desk, Oh god. He reached behind himself and hit the door button but It clicked, Locked up.

"Ooh, This coming from the Rookie."

"Who had to be oriented by Scott tonight? That's right, You."

"You better watch It, Mikey boy," Vincent grinned, Having seen Freddy creep Into the office. He decided not to tell them to make things interesting. "If you're not careful, Karma might creep up behind you." He leaned back In his seat, Crossing his arms behind his head as he watched the feed outside Scott's office.

Mike scoffed, Rolling his eyes. "Whatever," He looked away from the Tablet and up at Phone Guy "You sure you're gonna be alright? You're pale."

"He's always pale, He's practically a Vampire," Vince spoke up again.

"What's wrong? Someone out there spooking you?" Mike teased, But when Scott shook his head without a sarcastic retort he knew something was wrong. "Scott?"

"B-Behind you..." Scott pointed, Mike looked over his shoulder and shrieked as he fell off the desk In surprise.

"Not you again!" He yelped, Staggering to his feet as Freddy slowly moved out from behind the desk, Mike grabbed Scott by the arm and made a break for the Right door, But just before the two made It out the door slammed shut. The brunette slammed his hand into the door out of frustration and whipped around. They were trapped in there with him.

"We meet again, Mister Schmidt," Freddy spoke, Slowly approaching the two men. He turned his head to regard Scott. "Mister Scott, Nice to see you."

Mike and Scott both began to inch backward away from the Devious Bear Animatronic. "Freddy..."

"Can't you cut us some slack just this once?" Mike knew this was unlikely, But figured It was worth a shot.

A low and somewhat taunting laugh was his answer. "I must admit, You're amusing, Mister Schmidt..." The bear took a step closer to the two Nightguards.

"Can you stop calling me Mister Schmidt? I go by Mike, Or Mikey, Or M-Dog, Or Mic--" Mike was cut off by a sharp elbow to the ribs, To which he groaned in Pain in response to.

"Can you stop making him mad?!" Scott cut In, Side eyeing Mike.

Freddy seemed to pause, Blinking at the two now bickering Nightguards.

"Me!? You just hit me! You broke another rule!" Mike exclaimed, Pointing his finger accusingly.

"You're yelling, Also against the rules, Jackass."

"I'M NOT YELLING! And you just swore!"

"STOP SCREAMING AT ME!"

Meanwhile, Vincent had fallen out of his chair laughing at the two, Forgetting entirely about his duty of winding up the music box. "Mommy Daddy stop fighting!" Jeremy joked, Making Vince laugh harder.

Jeremy's words seemed to snap the two arguing men out of their ridiculous fight, They slowly turned their heads to look at Freddy who had been standing there with his arms crossed and tapping his foot impatiently. "Are you two finished?"

"Uhh, No?" Mike smiled nervously.

Freddy was not pleased with this answer.

He grabbed Mike by the shirt and threw him onto the desk, Stalking towards him menacingly. Mike quickly rolled onto the floor and tried to move out of his reach but Freddy put a paw on him to momentarily pin him in place, All while Grabbing Scott and putting him on the ground next to Mike. He weighed them both down by straddling their thighs, With one knee to the left of Scott and the other to the right of Mike.

"Now then, If you two are going to keep fighting with each other," Freddy hovered one hand threateningly over Mike's side and the other over Scott's stomach, His fingers twitching ever so slightly. "Then you're going to laugh with each other!"

Phone Guy covered his face to hide his nervousness, And so he didn't have to watch.

"F-Freddy, C'mon... You don't have to do this." Mike couldn't hold back the nervous smile as he caught sight of Freddy's twitching fingers hovering over one of his worst spots.

Freddy ignored Mike, His fingers began dancing up and down his side. His other hand began to poke and prod at Scott's midsection almost experimentally. He seemed to be searching for reactions but due to his face being covered he couldn't gauge which spots were more sensitive.

Through his giggling, Mike had an epiphany.

'Try not to make eye contact, It seems to be some sort of challenge to them.' He recalled Scott telling him on his first night. Huh, So some of his advice still applies even after the update to their A.I. 'They get more aggressive, It's like they think you're taunting them. Especially Freddy.'

Smart. Mike closed his eyes to avoid looking at the Bear any longer. So not only was the other night guard unable to fall victim to any of Freddy's attempts at causing anticipation, But he wasn't making eye contact. therefore Freddy was being easier on--

Laughter interrupted Mike's train of thought. Though It was his own, It snapped him back to reality. "Hahahahahaha! F-Freddy Stahahahap!" Mike yelped as he felt both large plush bear hands attacking his sides, At least his shirt offered some protection.

"I've been trying to figure out why you keep consistently breaking the rules, Can you help me? I'm at a loss." Freddy taunted.

"Shuhuhuhut uhuhup!" Mike complained, His body jumped In surprise when he felt an elbow connect with his arm, Though It was only Intended to get his attention rather than inflict pain. He opened one eye and looked to Scott.

"Stop it, You're only making things worse for yourself." He warned.

"Hohohohow could things get any wohohohorse?! Wehehehehe're stuck here for lihihike two mohohore hours!" Mike shot back, Not heeding the Veteran's advice. Freddy took this as a challenge, His hands slipped under Mike's shirt and he dug his wiggling fingers Into his sides. He screamed in response. "NO! NOHOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" His body revolted against the sensations, his back arching.

"That's how." Scott sighed.

"IT GOHOHOHOT WORSE! IHIT GOT SOHOHOHOHOHOO MUCH WOHOHOHORSE!"

"I tried to warn you."

Freddy's large fingers moved surprisingly nimble against Mike's bare sides, Plush fabric skidding along sensitive skin while occasionally kneading the tender muscles. He seemed to be driven by the sound of the Helpless Nightguards hysterical laughter, And he analyzed his reactions closely to determine the best way to drive him further Into madness.

After a few more minutes the Animatronic stopped, Pulling his hands back to let Mike breathe. He turned his attention to Scott in the meantime. "Mister Scott, I must say I'm a little surprised. You've been avoiding us for years." Scott mumbled In retort, But It was inaudible to the bear due to the muffling caused by his hands. Freddy reached down and pried his hands away from his face. "It's unlike you to be this far off your game..."

"What can I say? Everyone has an off night." Phone Guy answered calmly, trying not to show how nervous he was.

"Under different circumstances, I might have given you a break." Freddy seemed somewhat apologetic, Much to Mike's surprise. "But you did break our rules... So I can't take It easy on you. My Apologies, Mister Scott."

Mike opened his mouth to say something, But quickly stopped himself, For fear that Freddy would start round 2. Scott nodded. "It's okay, I understand." He mentally braced himself, Unsure of how the Animatronic would start.

Freddy kept a hold on Scott's hands so he couldn't hide his face, And he slowly began to lower his hand, His eyes put off a faint blue glow In the dim lighting of the office. He was focused intently on the tense Nightguard.

Phone guy watched his hand for a few seconds before tightly closing his eyes, trying to ease the Anticipation building up. He knew that Freddy was making mental notes of some sort based on their reactions, He had noticed it with how he adapted to Mike's responses. So he hoped by not giving in and giving a reaction, He would get bored and stop.

Then again, This tactic never seemed to work for Phone guy. Not with Purple Guy or Fritz, And Certainly not with Freddy.

After a few moments of 'no selling' Freddy, The bear chuckled In amusement as he stilled his hand. "Mister Scott, Do you honestly think this is going to work? I know you're ticklish." He unbuttoned a few of the buttons on the Nightguards shirt and drug his fingers from his stomach to his ribs. "I already know where you're most ticklish, Too." He teased, Methodically tracing his rib bones.

Phone guy had tried to keep his laughter contained, He managed to do so for all of ten seconds as it shook his frame. But soon he was reduced to a pile of laughter and whimpers. "Nohohohoho...! Stahahahahap!"

Freddy soon picked up that lighter touches seemed more effective, And once he lightened the pressure he was using, Scott began to laugh even harder. "Hm, You seem to be more sensitive to light tickles. How adorable." He teased, Noting the way The laughing Nightguard's face flushed and his squirming picked up. "Interesting. Teasing also seems to work well on you." He observed. Despite his best efforts It seemed that Freddy was learning all of the ways to drive him up the wall.

It only got worse when The Animatronic released Scott's hands and began to attack him with both hands, One hand lightly tracing bones and the other spidering ever so lightly up and down the sensitive ribs. He shrieked. "NNAGH! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FREHEHEHEDDY DOHOHOHON'T!" He squirmed feverishly, Pushing at Freddy's arms as he tried to escape.

Mike was taken aback by the reaction. "Now I know why you tried so hard not to get caught all this time, You're more ticklish than Jeremy!" He chuckled, Emphasizing his point by reaching over and playfully squeezing the hysterical man's exposed side.

"MIHIHIKE!" He yelped, swatting at his hand. "YOU'RE NAHAHAT HEHEHELPING!"

"Sure I am! I'm helping Freddy." Mike couldn't help but grin at the sound of the whine he made.

"YOHOHOHOU'RE NOHOHOT FUNNY!"

"Why are you laughing then, Cutiepie?" He winked.

The Raven haired Nightguard's face flushed, Either with embarrassment or Anger, It hadn't been determined yet. "SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUP!"

"That's not very nice of you to say. I think you should apologize."

"YOUHUHUHU DON'T WANT TO KNOHOHOW WHAT I'M THIHIHINKING."

"Hey, Big bear." Mike turned his gaze to Freddy. "Can I give you some advice?"

What advice could Mike possibly offer Freddy? He's never successfully tickled Scott before, He only tried once and... Oh no. no no no. "MIHIHIHICHAEL SCHMIDT DOHOHON'T YOU DAHAHAHARE!"

"Or what? What are you gonna do? Laugh me to death?"

"I WIHIHIHIHILL KIHIHIHILL YOU!"

Mike grinned mischievously. "I think he has ticklish knees, I never got a solid reaction but he was probably hiding it."

Freddy stilled his hands, Giving Phone guy a chance to catch his breath. Scott didn't wait very long before he grabbed Mike's side and began squeezing it. "You jerk! You're... Not supposed to... H-Help him!" He panted.

Mike yelped and began laughing again, He tried to squirm out of Scott's reach but he followed his movements. "Stahahahap tickling mehe!" He complained.

"N-Not so nice, Is It?"

"That's Ihihit!" Mike snapped, Turning onto his side as much as possible, And he launched his tickle attack on Scott, Blindly attacking whatever spots were exposed. "You asked for ihit!"

Freddy had to admit, He was amused by the two. He abruptly got off of them, They hadn't even noticed. He chuckled to himself and stood up, Exiting the room. Leaving the two to fight each other. Deciding they had enough for the night, And also that they would nearly kill each other anyway. Besides, He had another set of Nightguards to visit...

Jeremy and Vincent had to mute the phone system because there was nothing but roaring static and high pitched beeping coming from Scott's Line. "What's that sound anyway?" Jeremy asked, Having just unmuted it to check if it was still present. It was.

"It's the sound of two idiots who got themselves trapped in an office with Freddy," Vincent replied after shaking his head to get the ringing out of his ears.

"I don't understand." The blond frowned.

"Simple, The microphone we give Freddy is a dud Because if we gave him a live mic, We would be hearing the sound of screaming kids and mechanical whirring. So to cut out any annoying sounds, He has one built-in right in front of his Voicebox." Purple guy explained, Checking the music box just in time to wind it back up. He felt his heart skip a beat when he saw how low it was. "S-So what you're hearing is... Microphone interference. He's too close to the phone."

Jeremy nodded, It seemed to make sense. "You sure do know a lot about the Animatronics."

"Just enough to not get myself killed. Fritz knows more about them than me, I guess he's really into tech stuff. He said something about magnets too, But there's only so much I can listen to without zoning out."

"Fair enough, Fritz tends to get enthusiastic about things, It gets hard to listen for an extended period of..." Jeremy froze up, Locking eyes with Freddy. "T-Time."

"Right." Vincent responded, Completely unaware of the threat in the doorway.

Jeremy tried to close the door, But It locked up. The sound made Vincent snap his head in the direction of the Right door. "Jeremy!" He quickly grabbed hold of the Blond and rushed out the left door dragging him behind him. They just made it out when the door slammed shut. Vincent nearly slammed Into the wall from the momentum but caught himself with his arm, Jeremy skidded to an ungraceful stop beside him. "You okay, Kid?"

He nodded, Adrenaline still coursing through his body. "Y-Yeah... how did you know the doors would close?"

"Fritz." Purple guy answered simply.

"Maybe I n-need to sit In on one of Fritz's lectures." Jeremy joked, Smiling a bit as he did.

Vincent straightened up his posture, Chuckling as he tenderly rubbed his wrist. "You sure about that? If you're not up to technical terms He can put you to sleep real quick."

"I think I can keep up." Jeremy nodded to himself, Then looked at Vince's wrist. "That's the arm you caught yourself with, Did you hurt yourself?"

"Eh, It's just a little sore. I'll live. Hey, Instead of hanging out In the wide-open, Let's go check on our Lovebirds." Vincent suggested, Still holding his wrist.

"Alright." Jeremy agreed. Following after the taller Nightguard.

"Mihihihihike!" Scott was now opting to shield himself rather than get revenge, That was when he noticed Freddy was gone. "Mihihihike! Stohop!"

"No way! You've earned this. Don't think I forgot about the hazing stunt you and Jeremy pulled! I'm just getting you first. Jeremy's dead when I get my hands on him!" Mike responded, Skittering his fingers across the other man's stomach lightly.

When Scott rolled over onto his stomach that was when Mike also realized Freddy was gone. "Oh, Hey Freddy's gone." He commented, Pausing his attack.

"No shit! That's what I've been trying to tell you, Jerk!" Phone guy swore, Curling In on himself to protect any sensitive areas.

Mike narrowed his eyes and scanned his coworker for exposed spots, But no luck. Not even his knees were accessible. "Something tells me you've been tickled Into hysterics a time or two before." He chuckled.

Phone guy just glared in response.

"He has, By just about everyone." Vincent declared as he and Jeremy strolled Into the office. "But I am a pro when it comes to Torturing Scott. Aren't I, Scottie?" Vincent teased, Nudging the heap of a Nightguard with his foot. Who groaned In annoyance In response.

"Wanna help me then Mister Pro?" Mike asked, Partly joking.

"W-What!?" Scott's eyes widened with horror as he uncurled and stood, Quickly backing away from the now evilly grinning Nightguard. "N-No! Don't you dare!"

"Well, Since you put It that way...Michael," Vince chuckled lowly, Taking a step towards the terrified Man. "I'd be happy to help."

Phone Guy yelped and hid behind Jeremy, Who had just finished winding the music box and checking on Freddy. "Hey, You guys might wanna shut the right door. I think Freddy Is out of our office." He was seemingly unphased by what had been going on around him.

Mike slammed down on the button. "Time update?"

"5:45 Am." Jeremy smiled, Putting the Tablet down. "Hey, Where'd Scott go?"

"Behind you. He's afraid of me for some odd reason." Vince chuckled as Jeremy turned around to face Scott.

"It's okay, We're all a little scared of Vincent." He giggled.

"I-I am NOT scared of him!" Scott huffed Indignantly, Crossing his arms stubbornly. "I just don't trust him."

"That hurt me. After everything we've been through." Purple guy grinned in response. He stepped closer to the two, Outstretching his arms. He nudged Mike, silently telling him to play along. "I think we need to hug out our differences."

"I agree. Truce?" Mike mimicked Vince's approach. Jeremy's face lit up, Finally, It seemed his friends would get along!

"You hate hugs! And You--"

"That's a great idea!" Jeremy beamed, Stepping aside.

"JEREMY NO--"

It was too late, The two had launched themselves at the Raven haired Nightguard. The room was once again filled with laughter, Leaving Jeremy to check the doors and the music box. He couldn't help but Giggle at his friends.

All worries about Springtrap escaping had been long forgotten... For the Night.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #freddy fazbear #tickle fic #tickling #mike schmidt #jeremy fitzgerald #phoneguy #purpleguy #nightguard #will springtrap ever actually escape? Who knows.

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notactiveanymorebestie · 3 years

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Finley’s Fnaf Lore (1960(?)-1985)

TW - Child death, murder, su!c!d3, just a lot of really creepy and horrifying stuff. Don’t read if you’re easily disturbed, please.

So it starts off with William Afton meeting Henry Emily in high school. They both discover they have a love for robots and building. They start to work together and create their first creation, Prototype Fredbear. They end up losing connection for awhile, each having their own family. William marries a very nice and beautiful woman who is a ballerina. She is named Elizabeth, which they do name one of their twins. Henry marries a softhearted yet determined woman named Clara, who starred in a soap opera! (heheh).

William and Elizabeth have Michael, and Henry and Clara have Sammy. William and Henry reconnect and Mike and Sam grow up together as best friends. Meanwhile, Fredbear’s opens, and it’s the biggest thing in all of Hurricane Utah. Fredbear and SpringBonnie are loved so much, and the Puppet is added after Sammy designed him.

William eventually comes out that him and Eliza are having twins, and Henry and Clara are so happy for them. The twins were named Elizabeth and Cassidy. They grew up loving plushies. Years later... Cassidy and Lizzy have grown and Michael is 14, Henry and Clara have their baby girl, Charlie Emily... William is happy, but jealous. He wanted his children to stay small and pure forever...

He starts to work on a solo project, Circus Baby’s Pizza World! He designs Baby after Elizabeth, Funtime Freddy after Michael, Lolbit after Cassidy, Funtime Foxy after himself, Ballora after his wife, and Funtime Chica after Clara, who he had... a strange obsession with, to say the least...

It opens in 1982, and Elizabeth is ecstatic. She loves Baby, but her father refuses to let her go see them. But he had a reason... This solo project was to see if he could keep children young and precious, by killing them and keeping them in these robots... He didn’t want his little girl to get hurt.

He leaves to talk to a parent, who’s twins have gone missing, Rose and David, and leaves Mike and Cass to stay with Lizzy. Michael and Cass were very close at the time, so they got distracted with their dumb stories. Lizzy runs off to see Baby, but while reaching for the ice cream that was served by CB, another scooper like design shoots out and grabs her. She screams and Mike rushes to try and get her. However, he misses, and Lizzy is forever trapped inside Circus Baby. William is heartbroken.

His baby, his sweet little girl... gone forever.. He decides to close down the place. This is due to three children, four including Lizzy, going missing inside the restaurant...

They are stuck there for years.

Michael and Cassidy’s relationship starts to break as William becomes harsher and their mother more distanced. The Emilys are doing great, though. Of course they are, they ALWAYS are.

Will and Henry decide to add Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, Balloon Boy, JJ, and DeeDee. They are finished by the end of 1982, beginning the new year.

Oh! I know who I forgot to mention, Fritz. He was a taller ginger haired boy with green eyes. He was close to Cassidy and Lizzy, their best friend. After Liz’s death, he is forced to stay away from Cassidy for awhile. Michael goes through his own thing and forms a groups. Jeremy, Sammy, and Bella. They each wear masks, to take their anger and fear out on poor little Cassidy, who is tormented by animatronics after watching his own twin sister die inside one. This causes his to have nightmares every night, and traumatized him further.. Him and Fritz reconnect in the summer, and the ginger is the only one to arrive at the birthday party.

Cassidy had also been having visions of gore and terror after the nightmares. He wasn’t sure what they were at the time, so he ignored them. The day of his party was going to be great. Just him, Fritz, his momma and papa, and his Fredbear plushie. He had no idea Mike and his friends would be there. He tried to stay away from them.. He had no idea this would be his last birthday. Cassidy and Fritz were playing Fruity Maze, but only Cassidy heard his mother call for them. He ran off to get the pizza, while Fritz stayed in obliviousness. Cassidy found Mike and the others there. Unfortunately for him, his mother had already went to find Fritz. Michael and his friends pulled poor Cassy away, just leaving Fredbear Plush on the ground. Eliza and Fritz were startled by the screaming and crying. Fritz, being athletic and fast, ran across the entire diner to find Cassidy. He only saw what was left of the incident.

Absolutely horrified, Fritz grabbed the Fredbear plushies and ran home. He was never the same.

... William had it. He was done. He had to save his little boy. He tried and tried, but nothing really worked... He got frustrated and left his body at Fredbear’s, right next to the Fredbear animatronic. The remnant of Cass’s soul ended up creating another, fake version of Fredbear, which Cass deemed to be named Goldie, as a body. He woke up scared and alone, and wanted to just go home. He only had Fredbear and Spring, who could feel human emotion. The others couldnt, but at least he had two friends.

1984, a year after Cassidy’s death rolled around. That meant it marked the death day of both Cassidy and Eliza, who k!ll3d herself out of grief from her children dying. Of course, William blamed this on himself and Mike, taking his anger out by either yelling at Michael or just leaving for hours. Mike started to design animatronics himself to seek approval from his father, which eventually worked. However, it was Charlie’s birthday. Henry and Clara were extremely happy to see their little girl growing up, and Sammy was too (though he was never the same after what happened to his best friend’s little brother)

It was the night William made the biggest decision in his life.

Springbonnie was his prized creation, and she looked up to him like a god. He used her as a pawn to lure Charlie outside and lock her in the rain while he got to the car and drove to the front. Charlie tried to get in, and Puppet (her favorite) searched for the little 3 year old desperately... Charlie was losing hope until she saw Uncle Will’s car. She beamed with excitement, going to him. He told her they could get in the back... that was a lie.

Charlie was found dead an hour later with Puppet next to her.

1985, the year of misery and mystery. Four children, each of them never found. William had friends who had a little girl, named Susie. The Aftons also had a dog named Marigold who had recently had puppies. The entire litter except for one died, and that one was given to Susie. She was so happy, she named him Cookie. He was a golden puppy with one black ear.

There was another family, and they had no connection to Will. They had a little boy named Jeremy. he was the shyest kid in the class, but the smartest. No one knows how he befriended the most popular girl.

The final children... Gabriel. A sweet kid who was the leader of the group. It was Susie, Jeremy, and him against the world.. and occasionally his cousin... Fritz.

A few months after Susie had gotten Cookie, they took him to see Marigold. Cookie, scared of Will, ran away. Susie and her family/friends couldn’t find him and eventually gave up.

Driving home one night, William accidentally hit something. Getting out of the car, he realized it was the poor puppy. He didn’t really care, he just laughed and drove off. Problem was, Gabriel’s birthday was that morning. And the pup’s body was found outside the diner, mangled, by Susie. She, however, stayed strong and went to Gabe’s birthday anyways. The biggest mistake of her life. And the last, too.

Fritz had always hated animatronics since his best friend died. He hated the diner... but he liked Foxy a little. He was only there for Gabe and his friends.

The fear that filled him when Susie suddenly went missing. She was last seen crying by Fruity Maze.

Meanwhile, two familiar children were panicking. A golden bear, and a long strange marionette. Only one was visible to the children, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get them to not follow the golden bunny. She didn’t know Cassidy was an afton, he was just Goldie to her. To Charlie, that is. They watched as another child was lead away.

Poor little Jeremy, he only wanted the Bonnie plush from the claw machine. He ran out of money, but a nice green eyed rabbit offered her money to him. He just had to follow her.

Gabriel and Fritz decided to go and look for them. Cassidy froze in fear. Anyone but him, anyone but his best friend.

The two dead children could only watch as the two were stolen away. Gabriel was convinced because this rabbit said she knew where their friends were. Fritz didn’t go, until the rabbit whispered that she could show him Cassidy once more. That convinced him. When they got to the backroom, all they saw were Susie and Jeremy. Dead, bloody, no more.

Gabriel tried to scream, but was snatched up by Will in the Spring suit. Fritz went to run away to tell someone, but William threatened to kill Gabriel if he told. He said he would leave them if Fritz gave up. The 12 year old, however, refused. He grabbed a wrench, charging at the rabbit. William immediately killed Gabriel, dropping him and grabbed Fritz, cutting off the hand that the wrench was in, which also costed the child his eye.

Everything was a blur for them for what seemed like hours.

Fritz woke up to a red eyed crocodile, and golden bear, and Puppet staring at him. He noticed his friends were there too, each with a mask of an animatronic on their face. He looked back and was handed a Foxy mask.

“Is this for me?”

“Yes, put it on, and you will be given your second chance.”

He woke up once more in a strange body. He felt cold and afraid, but he saw the golden bear in front of him again.

“Hello, Fritz, I am Goldie. I’m happy to meet you.”

“Where am I?!”

“Your new body.”

It was at that moment, Fritz realized he was no longer human. He started at his new metallic hands, but he was not scared. He was worried about the others, the younger children he had seen.

The fox took his first run in the new body. He found them by Puppet, and was followed by Goldie. The three of them were broken down, letting out terrified wails.

Oh... this was all his fault. From that day on, he dedicated himself to keep the others safe with Puppet and Cassidy.

#finsfnaf #long lore post #fnaf lore post #golden memories (fnaf au)#//tw suicide #//tw child murder #//tw child death

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rage-is-here · 5 years

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Fronnie | One-Shot

A/N: Hello! This is Rage, writing about a ship I really like-

BTW IN THIS STORY HEADCANONS ARE THAT BONNIE IS JEREMY, FREDDY IS GABRIEL, FOXY IS FRITZ, CHICA IS SUSIE AND G.FREDDY IS CASSIDY

Warning: if you do not like Fronnie (Freddy x Bonnie), please, p e r i s h -

So, with that being said, let's head on to the story itself;

uwu uwu story time uwu uwu

The camera buzzed as it moved from left to right, observing the room fully. The animatronics on stage just sat there looking lifeless. And that's what the nightguard thought as well - they didn't believe in that gostly-possesed crap everyone seemed to believe for those animatronics.

... At least that was the case until they suddenly saw the camera be filled with static. When the white noise cleared, all three of the animatronics were staring straight at the camera; no, straight to him. It looked like the animatronics were watchinghimthrough the cameras.

Mike felt the blood instantly drain from his face and he yelled in sudden terror. Pulling down his monitor, he checked the lights outside the office doors. No one or, more likely, no thing was there. Taking a deep breath, he pulled up the monitor again, only to widen his eyes terrified again.

The only animatronic on stage right now, was Freddy. Bonnie and Chica were gone. Frantically, he checked around the cameras, searching for them anxiously. Finally, he heard noises from the kitchen, and assumed one of them was in there. Yet, he wasn't sure who.

He found Bonnie in the closet. That was... An interesting location. Mike couldn't suspend a snort of a giggle.

He checked around the cameras again, and at one point, he clicked on the Pirate's Cove camera. The purple curtains of the small out of order stage had been pulled by a little, revealing a fox animatronic's head. For some reason he looked... Grumpy? Yet, his piercing eyes were seemingly tearing through Mike's soul.

He pulled down his monitor to check the lights again... Bonnie was right there.

Mike screamed and slammed on the door button, the door falling with a rather loud thud, followed by a smaller one, like something hit on the door. Looking from the glass next to the door, Mike saw the bunny turned around and holding its nose, a kind of pained expression on its face. The sight made him laugh in amusement; those animatronics feel pain? Upon hearing him, the bunny turned his attention to him, death staring him, before walking away with angry steps..

Meanwhile, back on stage . . .

The Freddy animatronic opened his eyes lightly, quickly groaning and blinking rapidly, trying to adjust to the lighting. He prefered rather darker environments due to how sensitive his eyes were.

Taking a few slow steps, he got off the stage and looked around. Bonnie and Chica were both nowhere to be found. 'The probably be hunting the nightguard', he thought.

He yawned, still sleepy and all that, when he saw Bonnie walk out of the west hall. His ears were slumped over, and that was a clear sign that he was annoyed and/or angry.

"Uh, y'okay Jer?" the bear asked asked, walking towards him.

"I'm fine." the bunny said impatiently walking by him, not even shooting a glare at the bear.

"You definitely don't look like you're okay though." his fellow animatronic replied again, looking straight at him.

"Oh christ, leave me be Gabriel! I want to focus on finding a way to get to the nightguard, cause he pissesme of, there!" Jeremy barked at him angrily.

"... What did this nightguard do to piss you off this time?" the bear, apparently named Gabriel, asked, following the bunny.

Jeremy rolled his eyes in slight annoyance as the bear apparently refused to leave him on his own.

"...He closed the door when I was about to get in, making me hit my nose on it." the blue/purple bunny muttered.

The bear looked rather unamused.

"Don't you think you have a tad bit too short temper...?" Gabriel questioned, crossing his arms, "I mean really, we are after him and want to kill him, so isn't it like, justified that he slammed the door?"

Jeremy looked at the bear animatronic surprised, but the surprise soon turned into anger.

"Are... Are you feeling pity for him?!" he exclaimed loudly, "How can you? Have you forgotten what they did to us? Do you not care for that?!"

"B-But it wasn't him who kille-"

"I. Don't. Give. A. Fuck!" the bunny yelled, cutting Gabriel off, before closing his eyes in an attempt to calm his nerves, "I know for a fact though that he works here, and this place is owned by Afton, so he works with or for that disgusting creature, and I won't EVER show any kind of pity towards him OR the people that work for him, and if you ever decide to come tell me that bullcrap, I swear..."

The bunny trailed off as he opened his eyes, looking at Gabriel. The poor bear had cowered back, a scared look on his face. His eyes were wet, and seemed like tears were threatening to fall any moment from now. He had forgotten how sensitive the bear was, and yelling at him like that weren't the wisest of choices.

A few seconds of silent staring passed, with the only audible thing being Gabriel's heavy, unstable breathing.

"... Fine, I-I'll leave you to it, have fun killing yet another person-" Gabriel said as he started walking the other direction in a fast pace.

"W-Wait Gabs..." Jeremy said as he grabbed Gabriel's arm, just above his elbow. He quickly pulled at him, making him forcefully turn and face him. The sight broke the bunny's heart, as a few tears had stained the bear's cheeks who just stared at him silently, not trying to break free from his grasp. Instantly, he pulled the bear in a tight hug, surprising the smaller animatronic.

"I... I'm sorry... I-I shouldn't have yelled at you like that..." Jeremy muttered, feeling disappointed in himself for his actions.

The bear did not respond, yet he just hugged the bunny back just as tightly. They both stayed like that, unmoving, silent, both enjoying the feeling of the other's embrace, and calming, to the sound of their breathing. Neither wanted to let go of the other, and hoped for this moment to last forever.

"Aww, aren't you two adorable..." a low, girly voice said.

Both animatronics instantly looked around, breaking the embrace, but still instinctively holding each others hand, to see who said that. Neither could locate anyone close to them though; but then, Gabriel caught a glimpse of a faded gold suit, before it disappeared instantly.

"Damn you Cassidy." Gabriel mumbled, followed by a quiet, girly giggle.

"Could we, um, you know, have some privacy right now?" Jeremy asked, slight embarrassed.

"Heh heh, sure, sure..." Cassidy said, still giggling, before the room went silent again.

"Okay now that happened," Jeremy commented dully.

"Yes," Gabriel replied, "...Where were we...?"

"I think we were to the point were I was going to kiss you." Jeremy said looking straight at the bear.

"Oh yeah righ- W-WAIT WH-" the bear exclaimed before he was shut of by something blocking his mouth.

The bunny had grabbed the shorter animatronic by the shoulders and pulled him into a kiss, closing his eyes while doing show. Gabriel just stood there, his mind shutting off for a few seconds, before he nervously kissed back. He had to admit that he absolutely loved the feeling, loved this sudden rush of non-existent adrenaline through his metal veins.

A few moments later, Jeremy broke the kiss, opening his eyes and looking straight into the bears bright blue eyes, while the bear looked into his crimson red ones. The bear smiled, and hugged the blue animatronic again, softly pressing his head against his chest, hearing the soft sound of Jeremy's metal pump. It's sound so inhuman... Yet, to Gabriel, it sounded identical to the sound of a human heart.

The bunny hugged back, petting softly at the bear's back of the head, as he felt his breathing against his chest, as well as the rise and fall of his chest. For a second, he imagined. He imagined, what if they never died. Yes, he would still have his family. But now, at least, he has him. And, for the first time, after that fateful day, the bunny felt truly happy.

They might be trapped in this living hell. But at least, they are together. From today, till the end of all days.

A/N: Holy heck finally I am done with this- I know, the end might feel a bit rushed but oh my lord, I personally love how it turned out :)

Anyways, stay safe you all, and see you some other time-!

#fronnie #freddy x bonnie #storytimewithapsycho #psychoisme #help

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lucarioisinthevoid · 4 years

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swap personalities au. Jeremy is to be feared and puppet is an uwu. mike is soft no cuss man. Henry has a lorge soul and feels all emotions v much. thats all i got lol

Okay, this escalated into half an AU, so I’ll put a read more, because this really is long as hell. Tldr though, Jeremy is a horrible sadistic cunt using religion to justify his hatred for others and his bad treatment of them, Mike is constantly unsure of himself and tries to be nice but is fairly miserable, Phoney is the happiest guy on earth who LOVES life, Dave is a sociopath, but a well-adjusted, serious one, Marion is an innocent being constantly crying in his little box- And Henry has done a lot of mistakes in his life and is now stuck in his suit, his fear of life turned into nothing but mourning, while being tortured by one of his victims for all eternity. Frankly though, I’m still trying to figure out if their goals and moral stances would still stay the same if their personality switched, HMMMM- I’m having fun with this, this might become an actual AU. I just wrote out a segment as a writing exercise, heh. -

Fredbear’s was Jeremy’s favorite place. It wasn’t as much the attractions there, as it were the employees he worked with. Though, then again, there was one attraction he was REALLY fond of. Comfortable he sat on the music box, the melody being accompanied by loud and agonized sobs. They wouldn’t let him sleep. The box’s mechanism needed electricity to work, using the crank charged it all up, causing the soul inside immense pain. It was his favorite attraction, because the sound always reminded him of his father, back in his childhood. It was familiar. Nice. Comforting. “It’s not because I hate you.” He causally told the box, drawing another muffled howl from within it. “It is more because I’m bored. I want to listen to music. It is not my fault you are in there, you see? Not my fault at all.” Slowly he winded it up one more time, smiling to himself as he heard footsteps approaching. Not the Phone Guy, no. He was too prone to mind his own business. There was only one person who could step up like this. Hesitant, despite already being here. “What is it.” Jeremy finally asked, cold and snappy, suppressing another smile at the wince coming from the other employee. “I- I think you might- well- if you could- you know- I-“ “Hurry the fuck up. I don’t have all day.” Sharply Mike sucked in the air through his teeth, close to tears, but trying to force a smile. “H-hey, maybe you should- not- wind the box?” “Oh? Why?” “B-because the crying, it’s- I-“ He took a shaky breath. “Idon’tlikeit-“ “You don’t?” Pretending to be surprised, Jeremy put his hand in front of his mouth, “I’m SO sorry! You see, crying is actually quite the nice sound. It is the sound of being needed! But of course, a cruel man as you yourself would not understand how wonderful it is to bring comfort to other beings. And it is not like anyone is getting hurt. You are not trying to say the machines have REAL feelings right? Don’t be stupid.” “N-no, not-“ “See? Nothing wrong with that.” “But-“ “What is it with you? Why are you still trying to bother me about this? Are you having an episode again? Are you going to try to hurt me? I know there is a small part within you that just wants to HURT people. You disgust me.” Mike opened his mouth, but was incapable of saying anything. “Yes, that “demon”, that sometimes causes you to black out and wake up surrounded by nothing but agony. You are delusional with your talk about it being Fredbear. Maybe you should just accept that you are horrible and a danger to be around. Maybe you should just leave. Never come back. This world is better off without dangerous sinners like you.” Finally it was enough for Mike and he turned on the spot running off. Jeremy watched after him, disinterested. He wouldn’t do anything more exciting than that. Too much of a coward to take the last step. Though then again, he would tattle on him. Groaning the boy stepped off the box, looking back at it. The sobs have quieted down. The foolish soul inside still trying to keep ahold of its optimism really intrigued Jeremy. Sure, he did god’s work, trying to convince the soul to leave by any means possible- after all, nobody was allowed to hide from the fires of hell- but it was so utterly stubborn. Despite nothing being left, no inkling of a motivation, he stuck around. God must really hate him. Everyone in this restaurant really. But before he could think about it any further, from behind there was a small cough. He turned around, facing the owner of the location. It always took a second for Jeremy to remember it weren’t the man’s glasses that shined, but the eyes behind it. The Purple Guy looked down at him expressionless. “Did you harass Mike again.” It wasn’t even a question, he knew the answer. “No.” Fully confident he said. “But I would not expect a sociopath to understand the difference between harassment and a normal talk.” “… sociopathy is not depriving me of being able to understand and listen to my employees, Mr. Fitzgerald. Nor does it take my morals. I can still recognize your behavior as abhorrent. Why did I even hire you?” “Because you’re into small boys?” He grinned widely, then shrugged as though he hadn’t just leveled an abhorrent accusation at him. “Because I’m the only one willing to deal with Henry?” “… how about you do what you do what you were hired for then. Mr. Fitzgerald.” “Sure, sure. Oh, but maybe you should shortly check behind you, slightly to the right, where Phoney is putting a stack of party hats on fire and trying to put them onto his head?” He started laughing as William quickly turned and rushed off to save the wild Phone-headed man from probably damage, potential death. No way in hell that Jerry would tell him he was the one constantly smuggling in the lighters, since the grumpy guy at the price corner refused to do so. Instead he sneaked into the saferoom of the location, though he probably didn’t have to. Inside there only really was one thing. An old, slowly rotting golden suit. But that never fooled Jeremy. He might was surrounded by idiots, but so far the brain rot hadn’t hit him. “Well, Henry, how are we doing today?” The suit didn’t react. “Aw. Another day of no attention? What is it? Cannot even give me the littlest bit of appreciation for keeping you from breaking into pieces and making your existence even more painful?” Nothing came back. “… well then again, you probably think you deserve it. Which you absolutely do. Not even hell wants you. Nobody wants a child murder.” The suit’s clawed paw twitched, making Jeremy giggle in delight. “That NEVER fails. Fantastic. But is that all I am getting?” He proceeded to grab a bucket from the side, filling it with warm water and soap. “It’s really pathetic. You made that suit as your protection. Your shield from the world you cared too much about. You used the suit to play the big man, to tell people off, Fredbear was a rude bastard and it was the only way you could protect anything you loved. And now? The least you could do would be to go out there and bite all of these heathen’s heads off. But you won’t. Because Fredbear was just a suit and you’re just a coward.” Bemused he started to sprinkle water on the unresponsive suit. Washing, oiling, keeping it in check. “Too bad. I guess I have to wait until the locust descend to feast on their flesh during the end of days.” There was still nothing. Finally Jeremy quieted down, uncomfortable. Just wash it and get done with it. “… bad people deserve bad things. And bad things happen to bad people.” He quietly mumbled. “I’m not wrong with this. I’m not even that bad towards them. They would fucking kill me or worse if that would profit them. They are heathens without any sort of moral compass pretending to be all harmless and nice.” He hadn’t noticed Fredbear’s head slowly moving to the side to be able to look at him in his position. The chuckle made him snap up however. “… projecting… won’t protect you… from your shame…” “You- YOU-“ The boy squeezed the rag, soapy liquid running down his arm. Then he laughed, abruptly and harshly. “Oh NOW you are talking. To accuse me of NONSENSE. Meanwhile your friend William is broken up about your passing and you just sit here- like you COULDN’T if you WANTED. Shows how much you care. Just move on to the afterlife and take your punishment.” Once more there was nothing. Jeremy gritted his teeth, trying to control his temper. “You will NOT make me act in wrath. You will NOT drag me down. You will burn on your own, you creature lower than DIRT.” Outside Mike had finally calmed down, staying around Simon for a bit really had lifted his spirits again. There was just something about his unbridled joy about being alive that nobody could escape. But there was something he had to do. The customers had cleared out, so he could allow himself to sit down next to the box, without feeling bad about putting more pressure onto the other dayshift workers. “… h-hey. Can you… can you hear me? I’m- hey, how about- I might could take you out of there if you- if you would like to-“ The crying had subsided, but the lid stayed firmly on. “Nobody would mind! I think. I mean, I’m sure. Yes. Please, you… don’t have to be alone in there.” A weak voice sounded, muffled. “… no thank you.” “Ah- s-sorry. I just- I hate what is happening to you. I- I wish I could do something. I’m so sorry.” “… it’s not your fault.” “It sure feels like it though.” Gently Mike sighed. “Hey… I could… tell you a story maybe? I really want you to feel better…” There was hesitation from inside. “… can I tell you a story instead?” “Is- is it a nice one…?” “… no.” There was a short break. “But I hope you will listen to it anyways…” “O-okay. No problem. Not- not at all!” He quieted down to listen. From the distance, Old Sport leaned against the wall, watching on. Phone Guy attempted to sneak up, but was quickly frozen in place by a glare. It softened up however and he waved him over. “Phoney. Still alive?” “Alive and well and wouldn’t want it any different!” Happily the man agreed. “What about you?” “Eh. Neither truly happy nor truly alive, but still optimistic.” “What’cha looking at?” “… Mike. Kinda worry for him. He seems so unsure about everything.” “Oh, I’m sure he’s just nervous about this new job. We’ll get him out of that shell, and if we have to drag him!” “That… sounded like a threat.” “Oh. Oh no! I didn’t mean that!” Quietly Old Sport chuckled and patted his pal on the head. “I know. Just wanted to give you a heads up. I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble.” “Trouble? I don’t want any trouble, that’s true! But a lot of so called “trouble” is just an adventure waiting to happen!” “… sometimes. Not in this case though.” “Awww, that’s too bad.” Both of them looked onto the tormented smile on Mike’s face in the distance. Again Old Sport sighed and looked at Phone Guy. “Do me a favor and look after him, alright? I worry for him.” “Everything will work out. I promise! I’m the manager, it’s my job to take care of everyone! Even Jeremy. Especially Jeremy. Poor boy has some issues too. But nothing that can’t be fixed with patience and love!” “I take your word for it.”

#the Group #henry miller #au

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ask-the-fnaf-nightguards · 5 years

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One couple splits and becomes two:

(A little fanfic i decided to write. Hope you like it.)

Mike walked into the room. He was hanging out with Jeremy who lived in his house, since he yet did not have the money to live in his own, or so Jeremy claimed. He was afraid that he’d have to leave Mike if he got the money. Though for now he lives together alongside Mike and his girlfriend Doll.

“Oh, hey Mike. How’s it going? Where’s Doll?” Jeremy asked him. “Well Jeremy. Don’t freak out, but we actually broke up.” Mike replied. “Huh? But why?” Jeremy asked a bit jumpy anyway. “Don’t worry. The two of us are still friends. Me and Doll just figured out that we were more friends then lovers.” Explained Mike. “She even jokingly said she’d take the job as my babysitter.” He added with a half-annoyed smile. “Well you do need one!” Cheeped Jeremy, who ended up getting a nogie by Mike. Jeremy did his best to try and squirm out of Mike’s hold, but he was to strong. “Okay, okay! I give, i give!” Jeremy said with a chuckle, and Mike finally let go of him.

Jeremy tried to fix his now messed up fluffy hair. Mike stood up and went out to make something to eat.

A bit later, after they’ve eaten they both sat down on the couch yet again. “Do you plan on trying to chase love again, or are you happy enough with having just normal friend-love?” Asked Jeremy Mike. “Well, i have had my eyes on one person. I was originally going to ask Doll if she was up for a poly-relationship. Though now i’m kinda single so i guess i could ask him.” Replied Mike with a smile. “Him?” Asked Jeremy curious. Besides Doll could he not recall Mike looking at or for any other person like that. “Yeah. He’s such a sweet guy. A bit on the shy side and a bit of a nerd, but that’s not necessarily bad, kinda cute actually.” Mike continued. “You’re sort of a nerd to with your pokemon collection.” Teased Jeremy. “Don’t make me ban your mangos again, like when i discovered your betrayal.” Mike teasingly-threatened. “Oh come on! I am allowed to enjoy Digimon, i gave you at least 21 pages on why Digimon is NOT a ripoff of Pokemon and that such an argument is utterly stupid!” Retorted Jeremy. Mike just laughed at it, Jeremy was so cute when he got angry. “Anyway, who is this dude?” Jeremy asked still with his adorable pouty face. “You.” Mike replied simply with a cookie smile. Jeremy began to blush beat red. “W-what!?” He stammered out confused, sure he had a bit of a crush on Mike too, but he never thought that Mike had it the same way. Jeremy did find Doll beautiful too, but he saw her more as a friend than a crush really. “You heard me. And while i may not be the sharpest knife, i have seen you giving me certain looks and how you sometimes behaved around me.” Mike said with a smile, trying to act cool. “B-by that you mean Doll pointed it out for you.” Jeremy answered back, trying to regain his footing. Mike did blush a bit at this, since it was actually true. “Heh, got me there dude.” Mike said and ruffled a bit with Jeremy’s hair. “So what do you say?” He added on. “Hey, cut it out!” Jeremy chuckled while pushing Mike a bit. “A-as for what i say? W-well sure, if you don’t mind. I-i’ll try my best.” Jeremy answered. “You don’t need to “try your best” when you already are the best.” Mike said giving Jeremy a little kiss on his forehead. Making Jeremy squeak and jump a bit.

Mike leaned on to Jeremy, now both laying down, while Mike hugged him as if he was a teddy bear. Jeremy just let it happened, he was to flustered and happy to say or do anything about it.

“Do you think Doll will be able to find someone?” Jeremy finally asked breaking the silence. “That girl got talent and is very smart and has charm. I’m sure she’ll find someone special for her and i wish her luck.” Said Mike, smiling at the thought of both him and Doll being happy with a special someone. Maybe if Doll found one, they could go on a double date? They were still close friends so the idea sounded fun.

Meanwhile, at the library that Doll works at, she was just sitting by one of the book iles with fantasy books. She was on break and decided to read a bit. She was in the middle of a series called “Deltora’s Quest”, an australian book series.

Doll heard someone approach her and she looked up. In front of her was a tall woman with bushy-fluffy hair that went down her shoulders and a bit down her back. Her eyes were gray, and she wore an armless red dress with spots of a lighter shade that went just below the knees. Her arms showed signs of muscles, though she wasn’t wrestler buff, still clearly strong though. “Excuse me, can you help me? I’m looking for something to read, but i don’t know what i should pick.” Asked the lady her.

Doll took a few seconds before she woke up again as she was gazing at the other woman. “O-oh sure. What genre or type do you like?” Doll asked a bit nervous as she realized she had just been staring at her for a couple of seconds.

“Well, i like it when there’s a bit of a series plot, but still have enough room for interactions and funny moments when it doesn’t feel out of place.” The lady replied.

“Well, i have a few suggestions for that. If you follow me, i could show you a little list.” Doll suggested and stood up.

“Sure thing.” The lady replied and followed her.

“If i may ask. What’s your name?” Doll asked.

“The name is Mahogany.” She replied with a little smile that almost made Doll melt.

-Time Skip-

Some time has passed and Mike and Jeremy had taken a date to a dance party. Here they met Doll who so far was by herself. They had a little chat and a good laugh. Mike invited Jeremy out for a dance and the other man accepted and went along.

Doll sat back and watched them. She then noticed that Mahogany was there too, looking quite happy and ready for the party. She and Doll had talked every now and than, and Doll quickly discovered that Mahogany was pretty good at punching, rapping and smack talk. Not that she minded, keeps things from getting boring, and she did feel secure around her. Mahogany was currently wearing a neat suit and tie instead of a dress. It honestly fitted her pretty well. Mahogany saw Doll and a smirk crawled on her face as she walked up to her. “May i ask the lady on a dance~?” She asked, putting on her charm as well. Doll simply nodded and accepted her hand, the two than went out on the dance floor and began to rock it out.

Jeremy pointed at Doll’s direction. “Hey Mike, look! Doll is dancing with someone.”He said and Mike looked over. “That’s the boss’ daughter! Wonder how that’s going to work out.” He said, as he knew that Mahogany was one tough lady. She did throw around with Vincent a couple of times when the idiot didn’t know when to quit his funny business. He was happy that Doll found a new friend, and maybe a lover as well.

-Time Skip-

It’s been a few weeks since the party, and Doll and Mahogany had gotten to know each other better. Mahogany had invited Doll over to show her, her home. It was medium large, so not a super rich house, but still a bit rich. Doll got permission to look around, and so she did.

Doll by either accidental luck or natural instinct found Mahogany’s room. She took a quick look in one of the large wardrobes and found different outfits. There was the suit she wore to the party. There was also a security guard outfit, though Mike never mentioned her working as one. A cowboy outfit with hat and boots included. Something that looked like a casino outfit with a bit hat. Something that reminded of either a librarian, office worker or secretary outfit, including glasses and a hair tie. There was even a outfit that looked like Garnet from Steven Universe, glasses included. The thing that made Doll blush and quickly shot the wardrobe shot was when she saw the bunny suit. It was to late though, the image of Mahogany wearing the bunny suit had already drilled itself into her head and she couldn’t get it out.

Mahogany soon entered and she saw Doll standing in front of her wardrobe, and she had an idea of what happened. A little plan brewing in her mind. “There’s some coffee in the living room. You can go and take some of you want.” She said simply, like she didn’t know what had happened.

“Okay, thanks Maho.” She replied and left the room. She couldn’t help but feel Mahogany’s eyes follow her. She knew that she knew. Doll was in the living room and had poured herself some coffee, when she heard Mahogany come walking and she almost dropped her cup on to the floor. Her face started burning furiously as she saw the other woman. For she was now wearing the bunny suit, and she looked better in it then her mind had depicted.

“So, do you want a show, or should i perhaps serve you instead~?” Asked Mahogany teasingly with a flirty tone as she walked closer to Doll, who simply said “yes”, not giving an answer to which one she meant. This was going to be an interesting night.

AAAA THIS IS SO CUTE??? PART 2 PLEASE?

#This made my heart worm #I like how you had a part with doll and mahogany <3 #fanfic #fnaf #submission

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out of context kingdom hearts quotes but for my fnaf KH au

and also since KH is a crossover this fnaf au crosses over with some of my parody ideas and other show/games enjoy

Jeremy: the remains obey me now Mike! Now I have nothing to fear... Mike:....YOU'RE STUPID!

blashem shows up Fox: MIKE! ITS BLAAHEM!

Mike: oh right! Wargreymon we have to talk! Wargreymon: flicks mike Mike: DAH Wargreymon: I came to share a bit of mildly interesting news

Chica: as soon as the trouble started a made sure to seal this room giant door with force field fades tiny door in big door opens

Mia: I'm looking for someone have any of you seen a man with long hair bonnie and fox look at mike Mike: pulls on long hair and beard

Shadow Freddy: Aztec treasure ay? Le-mon: ey

Takanshe: running hi Mike! runs off

Freddy: bonnie Bonnie: XP Fox: oh no bonnie! Mike: this is not happening This cant be happening Freddy: they'll pay for this epically takes off hood

Fox: NOW YE GONNA DEAL WITH ME! runs and fazes right trough black hat Black hat: all in good time

Bootleg: I have you now hackshark! Today I'll be rid of you forever! hackshark: next to eliza I'm busy right now bootleg! Where on a expedition Cant I show you up some other time! Bootleg: you'll show me up now!

Skeith: evil laugh evil laugh EVIL LAUGH

pokemike oranguru: it is time!

Fox: well it sure does look like creepy pa.... looks at forth wall Bonnie: looks at forth wall Mike: looks at fourth wall

Saturn “dismas” and mike Freddy: say fellas did someone mention the door to darkness? freddy in a edgy hood

Mike: hey I didnt catch your name Buddy: dream eaters! Mike: that's a weird name Buddy: not me them!

Mike: wait a second! Are you black hat? Black hat: fades form existence

Sammy: I'm hanging on to her dreams for her there my portal Mike:???? Sammy:.... let's just say her dreams are a gateway between worlds Mike: ah!

Mike: ok where do I get a "sound idea"?

grant: NO PLEASE DONT I don't wanna!- phone guy: goodbye thanos snap grant: boom mike: ._.

Jeremy: how am I gonna face everyone! mike: like this! proceeds to make face :P

mike: great thanks mister! Dan: where are you going? mike: to find mc Dan: do you even know where he is? mike: nope no idea!

freddy: you got an idea? bonnie: and it might even be a good one to! hold on freddy: sure take your time bonnie: proceeds to throw freddy out the window CHARGE

mike: hey akuma good luck fox: and remember to be good! akuma: I'm off! finger guns away

spring trap: denizens of light answer this, why do you hate the darkness freddy: aw we don't hate it, its just kinda...scary

photorealistic scott: hahaha I'm a fool

all: wow! dr bright: well hello everyone! did you come to see if your on my nice list?

dan: look at other dan other dan: looks at dan kicks dan in the stomach

phone dude/security puppet: is purple me? I'm already half Afton!

rainbow fruit bat of death fly's

junko: falls DISPAIR IS MINE! dies

phone dude: hey i got an idea! ask your heart see if its got a clue mike: well... my heart was aching... that's why I kept going phone dude: awe thank you mikes heart

Jeremy and Charlie mike: huh? they shift to Michael and eliza mike: who? Michael: Brendon eliza: Brendon mike who is now Brendon (who is crying child who is probably Cassidy): huh?

fox: ay I don't understand what be going on

freddy: drowns

spring trap: walks down ALOT of stairs

mia: takes down painting showing scribbles then punches wall \('. ')/ leaves

Monika: gives disc to hoto dan: YES!

Eliza: who are those lady's? alphyes: oh! runs to answer her question

takanshe: what do you guys do for fun? fox: we do THIS! makes face takanshe: uh..

freddy: why? how was I so blind

Milotic: jabs Wayneright in the stomach and runs of with the rose mike: good one Milotic!

phone guy: walking john: runs up but fazes right trough Carlton: also runs but faze right trough

Vincent: I am William from the most distant past my future self gave me a task to visit the splintered version of myself in many worlds and ensure they gather here today eats toast evilly and eat lots of toast spring trap: I don think he- Vincent: no no he definitely did

arty: that was undeniable proof that we totally own you lamers!

glitch trap: its always about your friends isn't it? Brendon: at least I have some!

Jeremy/scott that's actually a clone: because im you Jeremy: no I'm me! Jeremy scott: I'm me he says

mike: Charlie....Charlies inside me? noice but also WAT

burny: who are you? spring trap: I'm all that's left...or maybe I'm all that ever was burny: I meant your name

William: you don't need a home where your going! Michael: WHAT

Jeremy: I knew when I met you! you and Charlie smell the same puppet: that's weird Jeremy: I know

Tarzan parody universe cause au’s Charlie: oh now I get it hsfvhsebfkfwe means heart

lefty fades from existence burny: LE GASP lefty! who else will I have ice cream with!

data mike: FREDDY! its Jeremy! THE PUT BUGS IN HIM freddy: WAT

William: literally freezes Brendon solid and drops him eliza: Brendon! are you ok?

lefty: why? your the real shame! Jeremy: fair enough, you could say I am... the biggest nobody of them all leaves with dramatic novella music in the background lefty: ANIMATRONIC SCREAM

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