#OH. NOW IM GETTING MONTY ASKS LETS GO

[signed-loni]

‼️MINORS DNI⚠️

Heeheehee

Regarding my post earlier..HERES THE FNAF SMUT

Things to know: HUMAN AU!!!!this is NSFW!!! Reader is submissive and a afab. There will b oral (reader receiving, Freddys part) creampie, (monty and freddy) roughness, degrading, blowjob,riding (montys part)(monty and freddy have a size kink. IM PUTTING MY FOOT DOWN-) WOW THATS A LOT..

ALSO!! These are gonna be they’re own stories. So no head canons. Also, WERE GETTING STRAIGHT TO THE POINT SO-

Nicknames: superstar, my love, slut, rockstar, whore, honey, baby, bitch

Freddy fazbear

You whined and moaned as the one and only freddy fazbear lapped endlessly at your folds. Hitting the best spots inside of you with his tongue, just to circle back to your clit. All the meanwhile pumping himself with his fist. You grabbed his hair and pushed down as you felt a coil in your stomach ready to burst any second, when he stopped.

You whined feeling the cold air from his room hit your cunt. “Freddyyyy!” Your whines were cut short when freddy locked his lips with yours, letting you taste yourself. Whilst making out with you, he ran his long shaft across your folds, making you moan and wriggle under him. He always felt so powerful when he was above you, you were so small compared to him, and he knew he could easily rip you in half with his cock. He never intends to though, unless you want him to of course.

He propped himself right outside your entrance, than looked up at you, eyes searching for consent before he went in. “Is this okay, superstar?” He asked “please..please freddy i need you in me.” With that, he slowly pushed in, careful not to hurt you. He heard your whines and mewls, already so fucked out for him and you’ve barely even started. He pushed in more, almost half way when tears threatened to spill. He stopped and said “are you okay, my love? We can stop at anytime if you wish” you moaned again, “its okay, freddy, please keep going” he pushed himself further in, and in a few seconds, he bottomed out, leaving you completely full, and a bulge in your stomach.

He stayed like that for a few minutes, letting you adjust to him, which was MUCH appreciated. Once he got the green light to move, he started his slow, steady thrusts. Making sure to not cause much pain. He heard you moans and whines and quickly locked lips with you again, moaning into the kiss himself, goddamn you were tight! He picked up the pace a bit, making you cry out with pleasure.

He was now slamming into you, thrusts sloppy and messy, wet kisses being placed everywhere. “Youre doing so well for me, superstar” Now, Freddy’s greedily chasing his own orgasm. The lewd sounds of your pussy squeezing him and his dick ramming into you were music to his ears. You felt the familiar coil building up in your stomach. Shouts of “gonnacumgonnacumgonnacum!!” Filled the room, and just like that, you came undone under him. Your walls squeezed and loosened around him, making him cry out. “Oh my gosh oh my gosh !” Following with milky white streams painting your walls.

Freddy and you slumped on his bed, him on top of you. He rubbed your stomach where the bulge was and kissed your neck, softly. “Are you okay superstar?” He asked, voice low and raspy, but filled with empathy. He removed his dick from inside you and watched the cum leak out, pushing it back in with his fingers. He stood up and went to the bathroom, running a hot bath for the two of you. He picked you up and put you on his lap, soothed by the water on his aching muscles. You sunk into him, fucked out. “I love you, superstar.” You turned around to face him, kissing his forehead. “I love you to, freddy”

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Montgomery Gator

Monty gripped your hair as tight as he could, hearing your muffled sounds of you trying to take him in. “Thats my good slut, such a fucking whore for this cock, huh?” He moaned and growled, which made your core ache for some friction, rubbing your thighs together. Monty took a mental note for that, when you licked a long stripe up from under his shaft, right where that one specific vein was. He tried hard not to grab your head and just lose whatever restraint he had.

You were trying to keep a pace, not fast enough to hurt, but not slow enough to make monty fall asleep. That would be embarrassing…Anyhoo!

Monty was trying not to lose all self control, if he still had some, but the way you bobbed your head, clearly knowing he was holding back, even if it was slightly, he couldn’t help but grab your head and start violently fucking your mouth. Making you gag and moan on his long shaft only make him even more riled up.

You hallowed your cheeks while monty brutally fucked your mouth dry. Pulling your hair, growling so your other bandmates in the other room could definitely hear you. His bass and your drumsticks somewhere on the ground, your black and lavender band jacket somewhere tossed onto the floor also.

Monty thrusted one, two, three times, and completely released all of his seed into your mouth. Painting it a pretty white, leaving your core dripping and aching for something, anything.

Monty has fucking STAMINA. And what i mean is, he could last all night just doing this and fucking you without getting tired if he wanted to. He knew you ached for something, and what kind of boyfriend and coworker would he be if he left it to yourself to get that oh so-needed-friction?

Monty picked you up and placed you right onto his already hard cock, he wasn’t going to leave it entirely up to you to get the pleasure you wanted, but you were going to still have to work.

He sat you on his dick, and looked at you expectantly. “Whatcha waitin for rockstar? Get to ridin. I bet you want this cock in you, moaning like a bitch in heat while i fucked your face. Come on, i know ya want to.” And just like that, you started riding him. Definitely not sensual, though. You were shaking, trembling even for his dick. You got straight to work, making sure to pleasure not only yourself, but him to.

Your tits bouncing in his face, all the while your mumbling and moaning on his shaft, chasing your orgasm as the coil in your stomach tightened. Reaching your hand down to circle your clit. “Ah -fuck- look at you, trying so desperately to -mngh- get that oh so wanted orgasm of yours.” Monty leaned into your ear, voice low and raspy, he said “go ahead rockstar*pant* you earned it.” And with that, you rode him until all you could see was stars. “Fuck! Monty oh my god!!” “Shitshitshit, I’m gonna come” monty roared “come with me, baby. Come on i know you can do it, you’ve done it so many other times, i know how much you love this cock, so come with me”

Only a few more thrusts up from him and a few bounces from you, and you both came at the same time. You collapsed onto monty, breathing heavy and trembling. Monty picked you up, dick still inside you, and walked to get some tissues. Carefully, he set you back down on his bed, cleaning you and himself up with the tissues he brought back. Walking away for a second to bring you and him comfy clothes to sleep in. Putting them on himself and you. Putting you on his chest while he listened for you breathing, you listening for his to.

You looked up to monty, and lovingly sighed at him. “Thank you, monty. I love you” you said “I love you to, rockstar. And anytime, ya know i love yer pussy.” You tiredly chuckled and fell asleep on his chest, feeling happy and full.

#fnaf smut #fnaf security breach #fnaf #glamrock freddy #glamrock freddy x reader #glamrock freddy smut #mongomery gator #montgomery gator x reader #monty gator #montgomery gator smut #montgomery #montgmery gator x reader smut

[acidxinxwonderland]

Heyoo, Im needy for some angst, so can I get "how the glamrocks would react to accidentally hurting them"? Like for example roxy accidentally scratching them, or Monty losing control with his anger?? You don't have too tho!!! Thank you :)

This is a VERY late response to this ask, I apologize! This sounds like a very fun, yet also sad idea. Let's start, shall we? Starting least angsty to most.

TW: Choking, slight blood, shoving, head getting bonked, just overall angsty for the last two.

Glamrock Chica

During night watch you hear rummaging in the kitchen, steeling your nerves and going to check, Chica is there going through the trash.

She bawks and throws a can straight at your head

"Oh my stars?! Are you alright?"

She feels incredibly guilty, keeping you company through the shift

She constantly checks the growing bump on your forehead

The next night, you find a neatly packaged cupcake. The perfect apology

Glamrock Freddy

Freddy is having a slight malfunction in his arm. You are the one to repair him.

"Please be cautious. I feel... Strange."

You weren't cautious. You failed to reconnect a wire.

With a roar you've never heard before, the wind is knocked out of your lungs from a great force. It wasn't until you are on the ground that you realized he used his other arm to shove you away.

There is a stunned silence that falls between you too. He can't believe he did such a thing, he felt as if he wasn't in control. He hates being out of control.

"Superstar, I am so sorry." Remorse is heavy in his tone, reaching out to you with the hand that just pushed you away.

You're bewildered, out of all the animatronics, Freddy has never laid a hand on you in such an aggressive way, you shrink from his touch.

Watching you shrink away, his hand closes, simulating a sigh as he his head falls. "I don't know what came over me. I..." He trails off.

Your eyes soften, getting up from your spot on the ground. "It's alright bud, you told me to be cautious."

As you continue working on him you have to constantly reassure him that you didn't see him any differently. Although for the next few weeks whenever he brought his hand up near you, you can't stop yourself from flinching away.

He can't bear seeing you afraid of him. Although it takes you weeks to get over it, it takes him months upon months.

Roxanne Wolf

On patrol once again, you hear crying off in the distance while roaming down the large, dark corridors of the Pizzaplex. The closer you get, the easier it was to make out. It was Roxy...

You urge on until you reach the staff's bathroom, entering to see the animatronic wolf near a mirror, covering her eyes as she let out heart wrenching sounds.

"Roxy...?" You ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Her hands are quick to fall from her face, staring at you through the mirror with glowing eyes. "What are you doing here?! Get out."

There is nothing but concern on your face as you walk towards her with slow steps, as if trying to sooth a cornered animal.

Getting in her space was your worst mistake. "I said get out!" She pivots towards you, swinging her arm at and you thought it was game over.

Your eyes screwed tight, you didn't even realize. As you slowly open them, relieved to know you are alive, you feel warmth trickle down your cheek, dripping down onto your uniform.

You both now stare at each other in complete disbelief. Roxy takes a step forward, labored breath leaving her voice box, something you've never heard before.

"I..." Her voice falters, reaching up to collect some of the blood on her finger. "I didn't mean to."

She hurt her number one, it didn't matter what she was upset about before. How could she do this to you of all people?

You grab her large hand, tears welling up in your eyes as you try to push past your own feelings. "I know you didn't Roxy."

You stayed in the bathroom all night, sitting on the sinks counter while she sunk down onto her knees in front of you. You stroked her hair as she cried, her head resting on your lap. You barely understand what she says through her sobs besides murmured apologies.

Montgomery Gator

You were tasked to check on Monty during one of his many melt downs

He was in a rage due to an argument with Freddy, yelling and punching the wall

You are petrified as you go into his green room

He immediately senses your arrival, halting for a moment to stare at you with eyes filled to the brim with unbridled rage. There was simulated huffs coming from him, as if he was ready to attack any moment.

"What are you doing here brat?"

Monty sees you as a close friend, one of the only people he trusted in the Pizzaplex. He didn't want you to see him like this.

"I'm here to help."

"Help?" His fists clench at his side. "Who said I wanted any help?"

"Well... Management sent me in but I also-"

Your words are cut off from a loud growl of distress. He was hurt, hurt by the fact that you didn't come here on your own terms and angry at management to send you in when he knew he was out of control.

He punches a hole in the wall, he can feel his fingers malfunctioning. It was as painful as it could be for something made of metal. "God damn it!"

He can't hurt you, he can't hurt you, he can't. He would never forgive himself, he won't do it.

It was as if he blacks out, and once he comes to, his hand is around your neck and you're up against the wall.

You're struggling to breath, suspended in the air as you weakly claw at his forearm.

He sees that pleading look in your eyes, and never has he been more terrified.

He lets go of you, you fall to the ground on your knees, gasping out.

Monty sees those marks on your neck, he sees the damage he has done. He can't believe he would ever do such a thing, not to you. You. He...

He hates himself for it.

"Leave."

You don't think twice, managing to get up on your feet and stumbling out of the green room as you massage the forming bruise on your skin.

He sits there in the green room, quiet as quiet can be as he thinks about what he has done. He looks down at the hand, remembering feeling your pulse against his finger tips.

He has to stay away from you now. He must. The only one he could trust. Yet he lost yours, and there was no coming back from it.

#headcanon #montgomery gator #monty fnaf #roxanne wolf #roxy security breach #glamrock freddy #glamrock chica #angst #monty x reader #glamrock chica x reader #roxanne wolf x reader #glamrock freddy x reader #y/n

[dextixer]

The fandoms unfathomable arrogance in demanding how RWBY should be revived

As some of you might know Dillon Goo has expressed interest in acquiring and working on reviving RWBY from its current state. He is a very talented animator who has worked with Shane Neville for quite some time now and released animations that were even shared on our subreddit. Even GLITCH animation studio has expressed a passing interest in Dillon Goo talking about RWBY.

Regardless, this has of course received a positive reception for the most part, but it did not take long for detractors to come out of the woodwork and take issue with possible involvement of Shane, and saying things like "If CRWBY isnt a part of this, im not interested" "If CRWBY isnt in this, Montys vision is ruined.

This is a rant against those people, warning, high amounts of sodium ahead

I have seen many people say that if anyone ever aquires the RWBY IP, that CRWBY should then HAVE to be hired or these people will NEVER support the projects in question. They say that its because people like Miles and Kerry know "Montys Vision", that they know what he wanted and thus without them, RWBY would not longer be RWBY.

Let us be very clear here you entitled shits. You dont have much of a choice. RWBY is dead, its laying down on the fucking medical table, its heart is no longer beating. Its clinically a corpse. Who the fuck do you think you are to make demands of any kind of revival the show can get? You are not in a position to choose or demand anything, you either accept any kind of revival of RWBY, even if its not perfect in your eyes (Welcome to the shoes of the critics) or you quit and let RWBY die.

But let us fucking remember that many people in the fandom were gleefuly saying that they will support RT and RWBY when it was revealed how mismanaged RT was and how they abused their workers. I saw multiple people go and say "Yeah, this sucks, but i will still support RT because i want RWBY to continue". We had multiple threads in r/RWBY saying to support RT so that RWBY would continue and even moralizing that people who engage in piracy are just selfish people.

You were willing to kneel before an abusive corporation and open your wallets to it without fucking question to keep RWBY going. But now when there is a possibility that RWBY might continue on and just MIGHT possibly do so without CRWBY (Which is not even a guarantee). You throw in the fucking towel? THIS was your fucking red line? CRWBY not working on the show?

At that point, just be honest and say what you really believe.

You are fucking DICKSUCKING Miles and Kerry as if they were the ONLY ones working on the show alongside Monty and know his "vision". Well, let me ask you then why in the fuck do you put so much effort in shitting on Shane huh!?

Its always "Oh, we need the people who worked with Monty" but EVERY SINGLE FUCKING time i go on twitter right now i see someone whining or being worried about "Well, but what about Shane".

Shane worked with Monty from the very fucking start! When he was eventually booted out of the company and made his open letter, most of the things in that letter were then confirmed MORE AND MORE with each passing year! He cared about Montys vision so much he was willing to call out RT before ANYONE ELSE! And we know for a FACT that MK did not follow the "vision" because the things that Monty and Shane worked on for Volume 3 were not used in Volume 3 and were then reused in later volumes.

I repeat, NONE of you shits cared about Montys "vision" nor do you genuinely care about it now. What you care about is CRWBY. What you care about is the parasocial relationship between you and creators of a show you like when it panders to you.

Because Shane was there from the very fucking start. And now hes the fandoms fucking Satan who the fandom tried so fucking hard to demonize over the years. Didnt care about Montys vision then did you!?

Oh and by the way, didnt we hear for YEARS now that there is a RWBY bible? That everything in RWBY is planned? That we had an outline for like 11-13 seasons!? Well if there exists such a bible, who gives a shit if CRWBY is involved in any kind of Volume continuation. If the bible exists anyone with skill and interest can read it and create what is meant to be created!

Of course unless the bible has always been a crock of shit fed to the fandom to try and pretend that the show wasnt writen by the fucking seat of its pants. (Which it WAS!)

So let me end with this.

Miles and Kerry are not gods. They are not angels. They are not perfect beings and bearers of the "Word of Monty" they are WRITERS! And just like with ANY part of CRWBY, the companies that might want to remake RWBY or write Volume 10 can choose to NOT take them onboard.

And that is FINE!

I do not mind if people wish or prefer that CRWBY were involved with any kind of RWBY continuation. What i fucking hate is this hypocritical DEMAND to keep CRWBY on board or otherwise "Its not real RWBY". Because i will repeat for the third fucking time.

The Fandom seems to not give even a single solitary fuck about RWBY, they seem to only care about CRWBY.

#rwby #rwde #roosterteeth #rwby fandom #rwby fndm

[thrasher-slashers]

i have a small headcanon since im shorty no kidding im 5'3 how the slasher will react to an s/o who the same height ?

Ooo first request let’s go!!!

I’m just gonna do my main boys if you don’t mind :>

Bo Sinclair

He teases you A L O T, thinks it’s cute

He may pick you up?

Like hoist you over his shoulder and walk around, he likes the height difference!

Kisses your forehead, yes.

“Darlin, your the size of a damn muskrat, and Yer talkin’ to me like that?”

Still will get mad at anyone else for commenting on your height, only he’s allowed to do that.

Vincent Sinclair

Not the one to pick you up, only if you want him to of course.

Unlike his twin, he doesn’t tease you that much!

He will bend down to kiss you on the lips, he just feels it’s more intimate…

Thinks it’s cute when you pull him down for a kiss or hug.

“My love, your as beautiful as they come.”

Also will get irritated if anyone comments on your height, maybe not as much at Bo, but he’ll still get mad.

Lester Sinclair

Your pocket sized!!!

Thinks your adorable -

There’s a chance he might try to pick you up- it’s mostly for hugs though, you ain’t that much shorter then him!

Definitely will tease you every now and then, but there’s no malice behind it! If you ask him to stop he will :)

“Sugar! Get down from there! You’re gonna get hurt!” You, climbing on the counters to get chips

Again, only he’s aloud to tease you about your height, will throw something at Bo if he says something.

Thomas Hewitt

Thinks your fake a first, you are… Itty bitty…

Very gentle with you, afraid he’s gonna break you! Of course, your not as fragile as he thinks you are ^^’

Definitely will pick you up for a hug

Doesn’t have a teasing bone in his body, will treat you like royalty!

*huffs at you climbing the counters to reach something* he doesn’t want you to fall and get hurt!

Pummels Hoyt if he says anything, doesn’t have to worry about his momma, she likes you! Glares at Monty if he shares his opinions on your height.

Bubba Sawyer

Lord have merthy, this man might suffocate you! With affection of course!

Forgets his own strength, and also forgets how small you are… what I’m saying is, cuddles need a safe word.

Forehead kisses!!!

Wont tease you, but sometimes it feels like he is :’)

He squeals everytime you try and get something up high! He can reach it for you, what are you doing???

Doesn’t really pick up on his brothers teasing you, but if it bothers you, he will do something about it! Can’t have his s/o feeling bad, can we?

Jason Voorhees

Oh my god. Smol.

He will pack you around, don’t even have to ask, your in his sight at all times, very protective.

Loves when you have to jump up to him to kiss him, he will commit even worse crimes then he already has to keep you safe.

Has moved everything in the cabin down a level so you don’t hurt yourself climbing… what a sweetheart!

Mumbles how lucky he is to have you when you cuddle, he doesn’t talk much, so he means what he says.

There isn’t really anyone around to tease you, however if he sees someone bothering you, he won’t hesitate bitch.

Michael Meyers

Another one who thinks your fake, you are… small.

Definitely picks you up once your close enough, surprised at how light you are.

Stole a ladder stool for you… look at him being nice!

Teases you in silence… will watch you from afar trying to reach something without helping… sometimes he just walks away… what a jerk.

Stalks you, so anyone who gives you trouble is on the news the next morning :)

Alright! There we go!! Ik these are shorter! But I enjoyed writing them!!! If there’s any other slashers you’d like to see lmk!!!

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[angelofrainfrogs]

Going Back: Ch. 4

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

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

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

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

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

Rating: T

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The pair traveled back up to surface level, picking up the pace the closer they got to their friends. When they emerged into the beautiful overhead lights of the atrium, Michael called Sammy on his walkie and asked to meet in Monty's room. He assumed Freddy and Gregory were still hanging out there, as they hadn't heard anything to the contrary.

Sure enough, they caught sight of the gator through the window, talking animatedly with Freddy and Gregory who laughed at his latest anecdote. To Michael's great relief, Gregory seemed much more at ease with the oversized robot. Knocking on the glass to get their attention, Mike waved when the trio looked his way. “Hey, guys! Let us in? Sammy's on his way over, too.”

“What's the password?” Gregory called through the thick panel of glass that separated them. He rose from his crisscross position on the ground, excited to see other company after listening to the robots getting reacquainted for who knows how long.

“There is no password, you little ding-dong!” Charlie laughed, watching as Gregory giggled before throwing open the door.

“Was your mission a success?” Freddy asked, standing from the couch as Charlie and Michael funneled into the room.

“Sure was,” Mike said with a nod and a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. “We found two more 'friends' that were apparently hanging around since Charlie's initial call the other night... they're with the others now, so no worries.”

“Oh... I see.” Freddy looked to the ground, giving the lost souls a moment of somber silence before perking back up. “Well, as long as they are being taken care of, then I am sure they will be alright. Gregory and I have been having a wonderful time with Monty!” He patted the gator's arm, and Monty grinned down at the newcomers with claws on his hips.

“Heck yeah we have!” the gator agreed heartily, letting out a loud laugh. “Gregory's a plucky lil' squirt—I like 'im!”

“As I knew you would,” Freddy chuckled, gazing between the gator and his son with a fond smile.

Gregory seemed to thrive in the praise. Where there was once animosity between him and the nearly seven foot tall gator, he was beginning to feel a bit of a soft spot for the guy again. As far as the remaining animatronics went, Monty was a close second to his favorite. 

“Hold the door! I’m coming!” Behind the androids, the hurried shuffles of the CEO could be heard.

“Hey—” Samuel huffed, fixing his crooked glasses as he leaned into the doorway “—how’s everything going, guys?”

“Good—we've got one more piece sorted out, and one less thing for you to worry about,” Michael assured, grinning at his old friend. “We just came to pick you three up, actually—we're ready to show you the basement surprise Charlie mentioned earlier if you're ready to see it, Sam.”

Freddy visibly brightened at Michael's words, excited to see Henry and the other kids again. He peered up at Monty, offering him a fist to bump. “I believe that is our cue to leave. I will return as soon as I can; try to stay out of trouble, will you?”

“HA! No promises, Fredbear!” Monty cackled, returning the gesture. The comical difference in the sizes of their hands only made him laugh more, and Freddy shook his head affectionately. It was so nice to have his old friend back in action and returned to his proper self.

If Freddy felt this relieved from Monty being offline for only a few nights, he couldn't imagine what it must've felt like for Charlie and Michael to see each other again after so many years. It made his heart simultaneously warm and achy to think of.

Charlie seemed to empathetically cling to that same ideal. When she found out that Mike had been the one to save her from the ruins of the old pizzeria, her heart simultaneously broke and soared at the same time. Her one true friend had been the soul to help her, and in turn, she helped him. She could see that similar bond between Freddy and Monty. Though their parting was bittersweet, they’d all see each other again soon.

Gregory waited by Freddy, and in a sign of good faith, raised his hand to bump Monty’s fist. He couldn’t blame the gator for what that virus made him. Like the others, all he wanted at his core was to have fun.

“I gotta go visit my other friends but we’ll see you later, Alligator!” Gregory joked, giving the bassist a genuine smile.

“See ya around, squirt!” Monty replied, pressing Gregory’s knuckles against his own. His tail, previously laying still against the floor, slowly swished side to side in poorly-contained glee. Monty was over the moon that the kid was no longer terrified of him and hoped his loving—but comparatively stricter—dad would let Gregory out of his sight someday so they could have some real fun.

Once all partings were done, Freddy slipped his hand into Gregory’s as they followed the others. Charlie took the lead this time, with Michael and Sammy side-by-side behind her. As they walked, Mike nudged Sammy’s shoulder with a smirk.

“So we hear you’ve got a secret helper who brought up some animatronics for you,” he began, trying to keep his tone nonchalant. Same as Charlie, Michael was so curious to know what a note from Ennard was like, let alone how Sammy was faring with everything.

Sam brightened at this. The fact he had some competent worker who’d been willing to both locate and lug all of his heavy equipment up the freight elevator and into Parts & Service had sent him over the moon. Good help was hard to find… but then again, he couldn't afford to pay more than minimum wage until recently.

“Yes!” he answered, sighing in relief. “I couldn't really... Read the letter they wrote on my office desk, but I got the important parts.” He laughed off the oddity with a wave of his hand. “Thanks to them, I predict the Glamrocks will be up and running before the week's end! That, and the new additions I plan to add...”

After all, those robots were a part of his new business deal. Fresh characters always brought in bigger profit margins. If Sammy added them at the right times during the season, then they could get the second Pizzaplex built in the next decade.

The happy look on his face only faltered when Charlie asked Michael: “Are you going to tell him, or should I?”

“Um, yeah, so... that wasn't actually a new employee who brought the animatronics up,” Michael began, his smile slipping into a grimace. “It's... ugh, how do I explain this thing... Well, first off, their name is Ennard.”

When Michael paused again, Freddy decided to interject, quickly catching onto the situation. “Ennard is an allied animatronic that has been helping us most of the weekend. It sounds like they still wanted to assist where they can?” He tilted his head questioningly, to which Michael nodded.

“Yes—okay, so this is going to sound really weird, but they're actually four different bots melded together,” Michael tried to explain. His brow creased and he held up his hand, counting his fingers silently. “Er... maybe three? Depends on if you consider BonBon a separate entity.”

He huffed a sigh, realizing he'd spent far too long debating the finer details of the amalgamation. He looked back to Sam, feeling bad for confusing him even more.

"Do you remember that Funtime animatronic line William tried to start up a while ago? That's what Ennard is—all of them combined into one robot except Circus Baby. They're... probably going to pop out of the vents at some point; trust me, you'll know if you see them.”

That... didn't seem like it would work, realistically? Samuel had studied the Funtime blueprints a long time ago, and while many of their functions seemed vestigial, including an extending ice cream scoop that came from Circus Baby’s stomach, their programming would simply clash too much to form a functioning robot.

Sam rubbed his neck as he listened, then jumped high and bumped into his sister at the feeling of something wrapping around his leg.

“OH—Christ!” he yelped, shaking off the metal tendril that seemed to affectionately curl around his calf.

“IT WAS ME. HI,” stated the cacophony of four broken voice boxes speaking together in unison. “HELLO, PIZZARIA OWNER. HELLO, LITTLE MIKEY AND FREDDY... WE MISSED YOU GUYS...”

Charlie caught her brother as he clutched his chest with a tight fist, breathing hard as he got over the initial shock of being touched in the dim lighting.

“Ennard—” Gregory laughed, trying to make it seem less of a big deal than it really was. “—you scared Mr. Sam!”

“OUR BAD...,” they replied apologetically, receding back towards the vents with their many moving appendages.

“See?! You're freaky!” Michael exclaimed a big smugly, happy to prove his point from earlier. To Sam, he added: “I worked in their storage facility and they, um... got... attached to me. Charlie and I found them again in the basement a few nights ago, and now they won't leave me alone.”

He shot a glare into the dark corner, where a tendril was steadily inching its way back to Michael's foot. Instead of trying to kick it Mike simply kept walking, knowing it was pointless to waste energy on such a gesture.

“Hello, Ennard!” Freddy said with a bright wave, completely opposing to Michael's sullen pout. “Thank you for helping Sam with the animatronics. Have things been alright during our absence?”

“WE... MADE A... FRIEND,” they replied slowly, as if self-conscious. Still, they were proud of this feat. Despite Michael's warnings not to leave the vents, they had snuck out into the Daycare and found the friendliest robot—someone who rivaled Ennard in height and with a bubbly personality. “WE WANTED TO COME AND SEE... HOW YOU ARE ALL DO—DOING...”

After his initial fright, Samuel had found this animatronic fascinating from a scientific standpoint. “Oh, you have a short in your voice box. I could fix that for you... It's the least I could do for helping us out!”

Ennard shook their head, somewhat afraid of the attention.

“NO... WE WON'T NEED THIS BODY FOR LONG... THANK YO-U.” They spoke decisively, and in as polite of a tone they could muster through their intimidating static.

Michael whipped around, causing Charlie to run into him as his eyebrows shot up to his hairline.

“What?! What does that mean?!” he hissed. “Ennard, what the fuck does that mean?!”

“Michael...?” Freddy began hesitantly, and the man's gaze shifted to his.

“Ah, shit—I mean, crap. Ugh. Sorry, Freddy,” he apologized weakly, then ran a hand through his hair. “I don't like when they say things like that...”

Michael just had to remind himself that Ennard was smart enough not to try to that organ-removing tactic again in order to get a new body... At least, he hoped that was the case. Still, it didn't hurt to advise Sammy: “Hey, try to keep people away from the vents for a little longer, okay? For my sake.”

This raised alarm bells with Samuel, primarily because he couldn't have anyone else getting hurt. Not only were people’s lives at stake, but this could all come crashing down and ruin him financially.

“WE WILL NOT HURT ANYONE—IT'S A SURPRISE—Surprise!” Ennard rejoiced, voice seeming to fade away as they crawled backwards into the winding ventilation system.

After all, they couldn't have Michael finding out their plans! Being able to watch over and keep him safe to make up for all those years of torment they caused meant they’d have to be at liberty to leave the Pizzaplex. This couldn't be achieved given their current size and stature.

“You better be good, Ennard, got it?” Charlie remarked in an attempt to lightly threaten, though the intent was all but lost to Ennard who only saw Charlie as the harmless, plucky friend of Michael's. She let out a sigh, gripping Mike’s shoulder in to ground him to the present. “Why don't you go hang out with your new friend? We'll catch up with you later.”

At the dismissal, the group watched as Ennard's spaghetti-like limbs retracted back into the darker recesses of the air duct.

“Oh... That's... Neat...,” Samuel murmured, concern rife in his face and high-pitched voice. “Note to self: We'll hire outside contractors for air duct maintenance...”

And maybe add an NDA to the hiring process.

Michael sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand while patting Charlie's reassuring grip on his shoulder with the other. If Ennard said they wouldn't hurt anyone, Michael had to believe them. It wasn't like he had much choice in the matter, anyway...

“...Perhaps we should continue on,” Freddy suggested after a moment of silence, to which the others heartily agreed and began making their way deeper into the basement.

***

Henry heard an approaching commotion in the hallway and had been frantically tidying up his workshop. He'd managed to convince all the kids but Evan and Liz to go play in another room, effectively keeping them out of the way for what was sure to be an interesting visit. The younger Aftons were still nearby in his workshop, yet again playing with the charging pod that served as the place of their father's demise—it seemed like they'd grown attached to the thing in a dark sort of way. As footsteps approached the door, Henry moved to open it. He was initially greeted by Michael's now-smiling face, then Charlie next to him, and just behind them—

“Hi, Sammy,” Henry breathed, his voice mildly choked with emotion at the sight of his son looking quite a bit older than when they'd last met.

Michael turned to place a hand on Sammy's back, still smiling as he proclaimed: “Surprise!”

Samuel's mouth hung open. Him, too? His father's soul must’ve been trapped here since the fire—

It was Sam's wishes that they completely buried the old Diner below the Pizzaplex. A fitting gesture, Sammy thought, as the firemen told him on that fateful night that they never could definitively say they retrieved the remains of Henry's body.

After adjusting his glasses, Samuel would see it wasn't a trick of the light, and that his father was here, tangible—but almost shrouded by a dream-like haze that made Sam squint as he petered forward. Moving towards the old ghost, Sammy wordlessly left Michael's hand to touch the air before falling forward against his father.

“Hey, Dad...,” Sam muttered into Henry's shoulder as he tried his best to keep from shaking.

“Hey,” Henry breathed into Sammy's hair, holding him close. He could feel his son trying hard to keep his emotions in check and was thankful that he could interact with him enough to offer comfort. “I'm sorry I left you without saying goodbye; I'll explain everything when you're ready to hear it, I just... I couldn't bear it if you tried to stop me and got caught up in all of this, too.”

Out of all the Afton and Emily children, Sammy was the only one to make it unscathed past his twenties—physically, at least. Yes, Michael was still around for quite a while after the scooping incident, but it was debatable to call that living... It was a marvel, a blessing, and a curse that Sammy had come out of their traumatic past with his body and mind more or less intact, and Henry knew he couldn't chance that by telling Sam his plan to end William once and for all.

It'd worked out for the better in the end, since William did not disappear as planned from the fire. If Sammy hadn't been around to create the Pizzaplex, William's software would have simply found its way into a different establishment far away from the only ones who could send him to permanent hell. Really, Sammy's decision to make this a “gravesite” for his father was fate at its best.

Sam was content to rest in the strong hold of his dad. It was funny—hugging him always made him feel like a kid, finding the times he’d been hugged the most was when he was young. Henry's embrace was kind and nostalgic; it made him happy. The first time in a long time Sam felt like things were going to be alright, and that he wasn't simply a bobbing head struggling above endless crashing waves.

Sam felt Charlie squeezing in, murmuring, “Hey, scoot over guys...,” as she quietly inserted herself alongside her twin. As Sammy tucked her against him, years of survivor’s guilt and pain were slowly left to be forgotten among William's ashes scattered around the basement.

While Sam and Henry caught up, Freddy noticed the Afton kids and decided to take Gregory over and say hello, giving the newly-reunited family a few seconds of privacy. Gregory was alright with leaving the Emily's to rekindle. After all, his friends were waiting for him! Gregory had a feeling he knew where they were, too. Silver eyes pierced the darkness, scanning watchfully for movement.

“Hey!” he shouted, wondering if they were playing a game as he wandered into the shadows by the charging pod. “Are you guys hiding? Helloooo?”

A set of deep brown eyes peered out of the porthole, watching Gregory stalk closer. Evan sat on Lizzie's shoulders, needing the height boost so they could lay in wait for their prey. They'd hoped to prank Michael first, but Gregory would do just fine. When the boy was close enough, Evan gave the signal by tapping Lizzie's shoulder, prompting her to throw open the charging pod door and burst out with a shriek.

“BOO!” Evan shouted, arms outstretched as the pair landed directly in Gregory's path, Lizzie clutching her brother’s legs so he didn't fall off.

“AHHH!” Gregory let out a short shriek, arms outstretched as he jumped and made this odd, pseudo-karate movement that ended with him lightly ‘chopping’ Liz in the shoulder.

“You guys!” Gregory breathed out, laughing. “You don’t have to scare me every time I come down here!” Though Evan stacked neatly on top of Elizabeth’s shoulders had given him an idea. “…Can I get in on this totem pole?”

With a bright, happy gaze, Elizabeth beamed at him.

“Totally! Climb on up!” she laughed, bracing herself as Gregory attempted to climb both their shoulders.

“Boy did I miss you two,” Henry admitted over by the workbench, then pressed a firm kiss to the tops of his children's heads before finally letting them go. He flashed Charlie a smile before focusing on Sammy, looking him up and down with a hearty chuckle. “Well, well... you're a chip off the old block, huh?”

It was crazy how Sammy mirrored his father more so in the way he held himself than by looks alone. Yes, there was definitely a resemblance between the men, Henry's body now frozen in time a bit closer to Sammy's current age. But Sam also had a bit of Charlie in him, which in turn meant their mother's features showed through as well. Yet to anyone that saw the family together, there would be no mistaking that Henry was indeed Sammy's dad through and through.

“M-Me?” Samuel sounded genuinely surprised at this, sounding nervous and prideful at the same time. “You really think so…?”

Charlie gave her brother a sideways glance, laughing as she asked him: “Sammy, you own a mirror at home, right? Especially with the reading glasses and robotics hobby, man; you're like a mini-Dad.”

“I guess I sort of forgot—it’s been awhile since I’ve had anyone older than me pinching my cheeks and telling me ‘Oh, you look just like your father!’” Sam gave a well-meaning chuckle, fixing the rim of his glasses to adjust from where he'd pressed his face into Henry’s shoulder.

“But you do!” Michael insisted, reenacting Sammy’s words and stepping closer to pinch his cheek with a wicked cackle. “Look at this face!”

“Michael, leave him be!” Henry laughed, playfully smacking the android’s hand away so he couldn’t harass Sammy any further. A far cry from when Mike was young, it was clear that his bothersome actions were only meant in jest.

Sammy’s embarrassment was minimal, though his face grew a wide smirk when Michael pinched his cheeks. He affectionately raised his arm and locked it around the back of Mike’s neck in a playful gesture. There, Samuel would go on to converse and question with his father and completely ignoring the indignant cries of protest from his old friend.

It was odd, reacquainting yourself with people you swore you knew your whole life. For instance, Charlie had been trapped in a puppet for decades—which would’ve been nice to know before Samuel went to make fun of said robot for years after Charlie’s death, cursing its oddly terrifying mask for not saving his sister that fateful day…

While this wholesome emotional bonding was taking place, a more physical display was happening on the other side of the room as Gregory clambered up the Afton kids to complete their totem pole. Using Lizzie’s body as a stable base, Evan helped Gregory get situated on his shoulders, holding his legs just as Lizzie grasped his. Freddy, who’d been watching the trio intently after Gregory’s initial scare, finally stepped in to add his two cents to the situation.

“Please be careful, you three…,” he advised, eyebrows creased in worry as he looked up at Gregory, now towering a few inches above him. Evan had been so focused on scaring and then subsequently helping Gregory, he hadn’t realized the red-headed android was even standing nearby until he spoke up.

“Whoa—Freddy, you look so cool!” Evan exclaimed, instantly recognizing Freddy’s voice despite its lack of mechanical feedback. Evan then flashed Gregory an upside down grin. “So did you guys actually get to leave and hang out somewhere else for a while?”

He figured they must’ve if it took them this long to visit, although the concept of stepping foot outside a Fazbear Entertainment establishment was still foreign to the boy trapped there the longest. As her brother mused on life outside, Liz carefully walked to show off the stack they had going. The android body left Liz with more stability than ever before.

“Dude! We live in a hotel and they have a POOL!” Gregory answered, like it was the coolest thing ever. “And an arcade. Just ask Mike; I kicked his butt at Mortal Kombat!”

He held a sense of pride at this. Michael would need a lot more practice if he wanted to get better than Gregory at fighting games.

Liz would laugh with a snarky, “Oh, I believe it,” as she paraded them slowly towards Freddy’s side. She got a better look at him, and decided his new form suited the robot’s kind and demure attitude.

To Gregory’s credit, Evan did think living in a hotel with those sorts of amenities sounded pretty cool.

“That’s awesome!” he exclaimed, trying to remember what it was like to swim in a pool. Their parents would always take them to the local community one when they could, although summertime with kids out of school also meant a welcome uptick in business for the restaurants.

William had been ecstatic when Michael got old enough to take Liz and Evan by himself, shoving a few extra dollars in the eldest Afton’s pocket to make up for him being appointed babysitter. Smiling at the good memories of hot summer days and ice-cold popsicles, Evan looked over towards his brother. He instantly tensed upon seeing an unfamiliar face, though as he squinted to get a better look he let out a little gasp.

“Is that Sammy?!” he asked incredulously, taking in the similarities between this man and his Uncle Henry. Even before receiving an answer, Evan knew his guess was correct simply based on the equivalent tones of the men’s laughter as they reminisced.

“It is!” Freddy confirmed with a soft smile. He glanced to the group, making sure they’d calmed from their initial meeting before adding: “You should go and say hello. I know he would love to see you both, too.”

“Yeah! Onwards!” Evan commanded, kicking his feet to start Lizzie moving again. Unfortunately this counterbalanced Gregory on his shoulders, but with quick action from Freddy their tower stayed upright and intact. Evan laughed an apology, and then they started the careful walk towards the Emily’s and Michael.

“Woah—” Lizzie gasped, giggling at how old their friend was now. With Freddy’s help, the totem pole made their way to Samuel. The kids called to him, and Gregory waved to garner his attention.

“Sammy Emily!” Elizabeth shouted, making their friend jump.

When he saw the Afton kids stuck in time, it gave Sammy a feeling he couldn’t describe. There was an intense happiness, followed immediately after by a pitting and hollow depression.

Look at how young they were, tortured for years from what he heard of Charlie’s account...

But Sam resigned himself to serenity, as their pain had seemingly ended and the smiles he loved so long ago had returned to their faces.

“Guys—” he replied instinctively, unaware of the tears falling from the corners of his eyes. “—you’re both here!”

And Liz was a lot stronger than he remembered! Though it was owed to the animatronic body she paraded around, he surmised.

“I just can’t seem to get rid of them,” Michael chimed in with a dramatic roll of his eyes, though there was nothing but affection behind his words. He moved forward to disassemble the totem pole when he saw the telltale wobbling of Evan’s bottom lip. Honestly, Mike was amazed his brother hadn’t cried even more during their last few encounters, though he reasoned Evan was probably still getting over the shock of the whole situation just like everyone else. However, now there were all-too-familiar tears running down his face, although this time they were from happiness.

"Sorry, Sammy,” Evan apologized, wiping ectoplasmic snot from his nose and giving Sam a little grin as Mike set him on solid ground. “I-It’s good to see you; Lizzie and I missed you a whole lot!”

Samuel was wiping his cheeks, trying to remove his own evidence of how much he truly missed this little group.

“No! Really, don’t be sorry guys!” he began to say, and when he felt Elizabeth hug his side, he was sure that he was going to burst into his own tears again.

Sam was relieved that despite everything, they weren’t mad he'd survived. He wanted so badly to grow old with those around him, imagining often what they could’ve been if given a chance at life… That was too painful, so instead he focused on the now.

“The only thing you all need to be sorry for is not finding me earlier!” he said, sniffling heavily. “I… I really missed all of you so much. Thank you…”

“No, thank you!” Liz replied, gaining Sam’s full attention. “You built this place; it's like a whole amusement park! Now all the ghosts can actually have fun!”

Liz promised not to mention it, but Cassidy may have been breaking the rules. She was hanging out in the attractions upstairs with the three new kids, but Elizabeth swore she wouldn’t speak a word if no one asked. Still, she assumed Samuel would be fine allowing them to mingle with the regulars upstairs from time to time. After all, they seemed normal enough when you didn’t pay close attention to the wavering outlines of their spectral forms.

“Yeah, this place seems so cool!” Evan agreed, knowing this to be true from the stories both Gregory and Cassidy regaled him with. He also knew Cassidy and the other ghosts probably weren’t supposed to leave the basement… But though Evan might be a scaredy-cat, he wasn’t a snitch.

“Well, maybe one night soon we can take you guys up top,” Michael suggested, looking to Henry and Sam with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m sure we can make something work—if it’s alright with Sammy, of course,” Henry deferred, patting his son’s shoulder. “We'll figure out the details later."

Samuel beamed at this. He could definitely make it work. "All of you are welcome above ground! Please, help yourselves to the attractions and toys.” 

No one could complain about that arrangement. Satisfied at the prospect of exploring another time, Evan turned his attention go Gregory. He slipped his hands around Gregory's arm and shook it lightly. “Hey, are you staying for a while? You wanna play together?”

The adults shared a look, before Freddy responded: “Go ahead; we will call you when it is time to leave.”

When they’d collectively given Gregory the permission to hang around, he laced his arm through Evan's. “Let's go!”

Who knew when they were going to cut their meeting short and take Gregory away from his new friends? Lizzie followed where the two boys ran, speeding into the darkness with the energy that only excitable kids like them had.

“And BE CAREFUL, DARN IT!” Charlie called, hoping the voices she heard call back where that of their acknowledgement. The kids must’ve really been itching to hang out together. “That was fast—sorry they didn't stay longer, Sammy!”

Charlie apologized for them, but Sam waved his hand dismissively.

“I'm sure it won't be the last time I see them. Besides, I'm just glad I have you guys to hang out with. Plus—Dad.” Samuel pointed to Freddy and his android form. “I just want to say, this engineering is nearly flawless. How on earth did you achieve all this?!”

Henry gave a hearty laugh and clapped Freddy amiably on the back. The redhead gazed serenely down at the group, looking utterly content now that both families were together again.

“The androids?” Henry began, crossing his arms over his chest. “Those took a lot of time—I still don’t think they’re perfect, but as long as you’re all happy then I suppose I can be as well.” There was a murmuring of acknowledgment from the three robots, to which Henry grinned. “As for Freddy’s personality… that was all you and Mike.”

He hadn’t even fathomed the idea of a throwback 80s Glamrock line of animatronics, but Henry had to admit it was brilliant. Even more so amazing were the robotic AIs themselves; the old mechanic was so curious to see what the others were like without the influence of a human soul. From what he’d heard about them, his awe would likely be on par with how Sam felt about Freddy right now.

“Okay, but seriously, Uncle Henry—these bodies are astounding,” Michael said, his excitement palpable as he was finally able to talk about this topic in depth. “I’m not a huge fan of the bleeding, but I get why you made us that way—it’s to keep all the mechanisms lubricated, right? Less manual oiling of the joints?”

“Correct.” Henry grimaced, remembering the matted crimson state of Michael’s hair the other night. “I wanted to avoid you needing regular touch-ups as much as possible, so I developed the fake ‘blood’. Plus, it adds to the lifelike quality of the skin.”

It was strange for Michael to hear his current body spoken of like a machine, but that’s all it was in the end. Which begged another question that’d been on his mind since the other day: “So… how did you make it so we can eat?”

There was a moment of silence where Henry’s face fell into a confused, slightly mortified expression. As reckless as Michael could be, he thought the eldest Afton would at least have enough sense not to put human food into a robotic body—he’d seen firsthand the damage it’d caused Chica over the years.

“Are... Are you telling me you’ve been eating actual food? As in, the stuff that Sammy needs to live?!” Henry eventually asked, looking to Charlie for clarity.

Charlie shared a look between her friends before slowly glancing back towards her dad.

“Y... Yes?” she answered, unsure if that was a bad thing or not. “We had hot wings yesterday—are we not supposed to be eating?”

Well, now Charlie was somewhat worried about the quality and conditions of their new bodies. Should they mess them up somehow, Charlie would hate to have to put Michael or herself back into the character vessels or free-floating ether; not when they only had a touch of freedom and happiness. And last thing she wanted is to walk around and smell of rotting food or breakdown in front of someone... Surely that would be traumatizing for anyone to witness.

“I mean—why else would you give us taste buds?” she continued, looking to Freddy and Michael, wanting to make sure it wasn't just her who was able to savor the deliciousness of their food from the other day.

Henry opened his mouth to protest that he did no such thing, but the looks on Charlie and Michael’s faces gave him pause. He glanced at Freddy, noting the same expression of confusion creasing his brows.

“Freddy… did you eat something, too?” Henry asked incredulously.

“Yes; I had a cheeseburger with all the fixin’s,” the former animatronic replied honestly. “But if it is any consolation, I do not feel any distress from consuming physical matter as I did in my old body.”

There had been only one time Freddy was persuaded to try a slice of pizza when in his original form. In a rare moment of everyone ganging up against their band leader, Roxy, Chica, and Monty wouldn’t give Freddy a second of peace until they’d all taken at least one bite of the greasy pie. Freddy had regretted it instantly, feeling the heavy wrongness of a foreign object trying to work its way through his inner mechanics. However, he hadn’t felt anything like that when consuming the burger—in fact, he’d felt unexpectedly satisfied.

“…Huh.” Henry took off his glasses and wiped the lenses on his shirt, trying to fathom what the hell was happening. “I think, as per usual, there are things going on here far out of my control… I’d prefer to check one of you out to make sure nothing’s messing with your systems, but if everything looks good after that I suppose you can indulge every once in a while…”

“I volunteer to be examined,” Freddy offered, raising a hand and flashing the group a reassuring smile. “I am used to having technicians working around my internal mechanisms.”

He certainly wasn’t about to subject Michael and Charlie to being opened up so Henry could root around in their stomachs—they’d been through enough traumatic events already.

“Thanks, Freddy; can you hang back for a little bit whenever you all decide to go upstairs again?” Henry asked, patting Freddy’s shoulder appreciatively. The redhead nodded, trusting Michael and Charlie to watch over Gregory while they were apart.

Now more than ever did Henry resemble a doctor as opposed to a mechanic. Maybe it just seemed that way to Charlie due to their recent re-personification. Whatever the reason, Charlie smiled despite the worry that something may be wrong with their inner cogs and mechanisms. She absently laid a hand over her stomach, thoroughly investigating the robot's idle hard drive for errors. With nothing out of the ordinary popping out at her, she hoped if something was wrong, it was just a minor issue.

Samuel, who’d been intently listening to their experiences, had perked up at the chance to witness the inner workings of these robots.

“Would you mind if I stay behind, too?” Samuel wondered curiously. He didn't know how secretive Henry was about his creations nowadays, but Samuel was hoping to create more realistic human characters in the future.

“I do not have an issue with that,” Freddy readily agreed. Since the day he was powered on he’d been subjected to hundreds of tests and safety checks of varying levels of invasiveness, both planned and at random. Freddy was used to this sort of attention from multiple people at a time, so having Sammy tag along was nothing he hadn’t experienced before. Besides, Freddy would never deny his creators the opportunity to work with him if they thought it best—though it was certainly nice of Henry and Sammy to ask first.

“I don’t either,” Henry assured, wrapping an arm around Sammy’s shoulders. He beamed with paternal pride, excited to see how his son would respond to such an advanced machine. Hell, he’d even be willing to let Sammy fiddle with anything that needed adjustment, if he was up for it.

And Freddy, too—Henry had to remind himself that the former bear was basically a human now, and though he was blessed with an amenable personality, he still deserved the right to his own free will.

“I… think I’ll sit this one out, if that’s cool,” Michael said quietly, his face a mixture of tentative intrigue. Yes, he definitely wanted to see how these bodies worked, just… not right now. Thinking of what else they could do while Freddy was incapacitated, he recalled Sammy mentioning there was one more animatronic up and running besides Monty. “Maybe Charlie and I can take Gregory to visit the Daycare? If he’s willing to go without his dad, of course.”

Michael gave a soft laugh, glancing to where the kids had long-since disappeared into the darkness to play.

Charlie smiled at this. She’d almost forgot they still needed to visit the sunny Daycare attendant. She felt bad for leaving the freshly-made friend in there to the proverbial wolves and wanted check up on them. With Moon certainly having calmed down with the removal of that nasty glitch, Charlie could finally get his perspective on the situation, too. 

“Great idea! Gregory—time to go!” Charlie turned towards the diner, cupping her hands around her mouth. “Gregory! Where are you, buddy?”

After a moment of no response, she bit her lip and began worrying the faux skin around her nailbeds. “Uh—Mike, I think that's our cue to start looking for him.”

While the threat of Gregory dying was severely lessened, he could still get hurt. So Charlie would always worry about her little brother to some extent.

“I’m telling you—those two are double trouble! And don't get me started on Lizzie…,” Michael muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets as he moved towards the darkness. “Gregory, where’d you guys run off to?”

“We’ll hang tight until you find them,” Henry said, shifting his weight to slouch casually to one side. He wasn’t very concerned with Gregory getting hurt, for he knew as long as the kids stayed in the designated area he’d told them to stay in, they shouldn’t come across anything that could potentially cause harm. Whether they would actually listen to Henry’s instructions was another story entirely, though… So he thought it best to stick around just in case.

Freddy remained by Henry’s side, though he did call out for his son in hopes that his voice might prompt Gregory to respond more than his older brother’s did. “Alright, superstar, it is time to go!”

Little did they know that Gregory and the others had taken to exploring the very site of Henry and Michael's last business venture: the burned down diner that managed against all odds to stay standing after nearly seven years of disrepair. Liz had shown them the way back inside, and together they’d been going through old photos hanging on the wall, vintage posters whose images all but faded from heat exposure.

Liz wanted to show Gregory where Puppet—the real Puppet—had been staying. She was right where they expected, hanging off the lip of the opened top of the scorched, oversized gift box. From there, Puppet watched the kids play inside the grody old dining area, content to let them explore to their hearts' content under her observant eye.

“Did you guys hear something?” Gregory asked when Freddy’s baritone voice just barely penetrated the old walls. Before he knew it the Puppet was behind him, scooping him up and gently carrying him towards the back entrance.

“Awh,” Liz fretted, throwing a rubber ball in a rebellious manner against an already cracked photo. “You have to leave already?”

Puppet offered her a shrug; she didn't make the rules. Carting Gregory off, she simply motioned for Liz and Evan to follow her out of the diner. 

“There you are!” Michael exclaimed as the kids appeared back in the workshop. He snickered at the grumpy pout on Gregory's face from being unceremoniously carried away from his exploring. When he was finally set down, the android ruffled Gregory's hair. “Sorry to spoil the fun, kid. Your dad and Sammy are hanging out with Henry for a little bit, so Charlie and I are taking you to visit the Daycare—that cool with you?”

“I wanna go, too...,” Evan muttered.

“Soon—I promise!” he reassured with a grin, which seemed to satisfy Evan well enough.

“See you around, Gregory!” Evan wrapped his arms around his doppelgänger in the briefest bear hug, squeezing him tight before moving to embrace Michael's legs.

Mike smiled at the affection, and when Evan moved onto Charlie the eldest Afton quickly pulled Elizabeth into a side-hug as well. Before she could protest, he raised a fist and rubbed his knuckles against her head with a cackle, causing her already-curly hair to frizz every which way. “I've been waiting so long to do that again! HA!”

“Mike, you're a terror—let her go,” Henry chided with a roll of his eyes, feeling like no time had passed at all from when the Aftons were kids. Honestly, their whole interaction was kind of endearing. 

Liz gritted her teeth and groaned at the sensation of knuckles being harshly dragged across her scalp. These robot bodies felt like an extension of her soul—the odd feeling had not escaped her. Though she smiled as soon as it was done. As much as Michael's torture hadn't been exactly missed, it was his charm that Liz felt like she had gone without for so many years.

“Oh, you're so going to get it later...,” Elizabeth warned, and fairly so. The next time Mike came for his siblings, there’d be a prank most foul waiting for him.

It wasn't long before the Puppet found Charlie, climbing up her leg and arm to hang around her shoulders. Charlie closed her eyes and hugged the musty old robot, feeling like she was embracing both her childhood doll and house at the same time.

“Hey—it’s okay, I’m here,” she soothed, sensing Puppet had been missing her by the strain of those noodle-like arms around her. So focused on comforting, Charlie hardly even noticed the little green bangle Puppet slipped over her wrist once more. Clearly, Henry had removed it from its cherished place around the endoskeleton spine when patching up the old bot. 

When his little siblings' attention had been diverted to another round of stretched-out goodbyes, Mike stepped close to Charlie and the now tightly-wrapped Puppet. He offered the animatronic a smile, shoving his hands in his pockets. It was weird to see the robot and Charlie separated—even after being with Charlie's android for days on end, Michael still associated her soul with the creation designed to protect her.

“Don't worry,” he began, watching the stoic mask turn to him. The Puppet's eyes were nothing but hollow black holes, the pinprick light that marked Charlie's soul well and truly gone. Perhaps a bit more perceptive than before, she was just a robot once again—but a damn good one, that's for sure. “We're taking care of Charlie. She's got so many people to look after her now—she'll be lucky to get out of our sight for a few minutes.”

His laugh was a bit subdued, unsure if the Puppet would appreciate such humor; he couldn't even remember her original personality except for her tendency to follow Charlie around incessantly and occasionally hand out presents to excitable kids.

As Michael spoke, Puppet sought no comfort. In fact, she was comforting Charlie like a crying child, gently stroking her dark hair with a plush, spindly hand.

However, the Marionette remembered Michael well. She recalled everything he’d done—and the things she and Charlie had done to him.

After nuzzling Charlie's cheek with a matronly sort of affection, Puppet reached out, now transferring onto Michael's shoulders in greeting him. She raked her fingers through his hair, examining his face and committing it to memory.

Michael, she remembered, not William.

After patting his cheek softly, she climbed down and silently crawled to Henry, Sam, and the Afton kids, arms silently raised for one of them to pick her up. Puppet was a simple AI that’d been exposed for far too long to a human’s soul. Her feelings were just as indistinguishably real as Freddy's now, though she had no means to articulate it well without a real voice of her own. Though she had a voice box, she hadn't actually been given speech to go along with; the only sound it could emit was the melody from her turnkey music box. It was Charlie's voice that came through, never more evident than now as she slunk silently across the floor. Funny enough, she ignored Freddy completely—though Puppet saw the bear as a friend now, her facial recognition software hadn't registered who the redhead was yet.

“Wow, Charlie,” Gregory said, realizing where she'd gotten her nervous habit of needing to know where he was all the time. “You said that's your animatronic?”

“Yep!” Charlie answered with a sense of glee and pride. “I designed her when I was very young.”

Samuel felt a twinge of pain at the sight of the Marionette—how she recognized him and immediately scampered for the Emilys’ affection. However, he wasn't one to pull the attention to himself for such menial discomfort. He remembered particularly how bad he felt for telling Charlie when they were young how creepy her robot was.

Why did he have to be such a cruel kid?

“Hey there,” Henry murmured, lifting Puppet into his arms and allowing her to cling just as she had to Charlie and Michael. He gently patted her back, feeling the tension in Puppet's wires from moving around instantly relax as she registered him as both her creator and Charlie's father. “I told you she'd come back for you, didn't I? Stop worrying.”

Repairing the Puppet had been Henry's top priority after William's defeat. He'd been itching to get the robot fixed up ever since Charlie transferred bodies, but he'd had other things to focus on at the time—besides, he didn't want to risk her getting more damaged when she inevitably jumped in the crossfire to try and save Charlie like she'd failed to do that rainy night so long ago. It hadn't taken much to get the Puppet back in commission, being one of the more simplistic models. As soon as she rebooted and started to look around, Henry realized she was in a similar state to Freddy: much too aware of her surroundings for a simple robot.

It made total sense, though. If Freddy had gained sentience from Michael's comparatively short influence, surely the Puppet was alive after being bonded to Charlie for so long. The one thing Henry regretted was not programming her with a voice of her own, but they'd managed to figure out how to communicate just fine and she'd been content to rest in her oversized gift box until Charlie's return.

After a moment, Henry felt a small presence next to him. Looking down, he saw Evan smiling up at him, gently tapping the Puppet's spindly leg as he told her: “I'm super glad you're back online; you and Charlie helped us so much...”

He'd already expressed his gratitude when Henry reintroduced them, but Evan felt the need to remind Puppet that he recognized that it hadn't just been Charlie watching over him and the other kids all this time.

Charlie felt some semblance of pride in the work she'd done with the Marionette. As the Puppet clung to Henry, she reached down and excitably mussed up Evan's hair, softly tussling it between her hands. Lizzie got the same treatment upon her standing next to them.

By her own, the Puppet seemed to be just as friendly and affectionate as Charlie, likely picking up her affinity for the Afton siblings as a result of Charlie's love for them. After clocking Samuel’s vague reluctance to acknowledge her, Puppet gave him a brief pat to the shoulder before slipping down from Henry's hands.

“What do you think, Sammy?” Charlie asked, beaming at the well-deserved attention her old friend was receiving. “I was thinking Puppet would fit right in at the Daycare, or even the game counter in the arcade! She does need a good home and all...”

“O-oh!” Samuel registered the fact that Charlie would want the animatronic well taken care of. Though every time he looked at the thing it gave him flashbacks to finding his sister blue faced and long dead in an alleyway— “Maybe! Maybe I-I could... I could see what space I can work out for her! Yeah...”

“If I may put in my two cents,” Freddy spoke up, slightly raising a hand to get the group's attention. “I believe the Puppet would be a perfect addition to the Daycare. She and Sun would get along wonderfully, and I am sure he would appreciate an extra set of hands.”

Henry and Michael nodded in agreement. If there was anyone in the Pizzaplex that knew how animatronic personalities would mesh together, it was certainly Freddy Fazbear. He got the most exposure to everyone, and as a natural leader always made sure to pay attention to how his fellow robots got along—favorably or otherwise. Though no one outright disliked each other, there were clear lines between personalities that made it so some characters simply wouldn't do as well with others for an extended period of time. Sun, with his bright, bubbly demeanor, got along with everyone to an extent... but he could certainly be a lot. If the Puppet by her lonesome was anything like Charlie, Freddy could already tell that she and Sun would become fast friends—and Moon as well, by extension.

“Speaking of the Daycare...,” Michael prompted, raising an eyebrow to Charlie. “We should get moving so these three can have a chat.” Out of the corner of his eye caught Evan gearing up to ask something, and before the boy uttered a syllable Michael added: “It's boring work stuff—trust me, you don't want to stay with them. How about you and Liz go find the other kids and play with them for a while? I promise we'll stop by again before we leave!”

“Yeah! Come on, Evan! Leave the boring work stuff to the boring adults!” Lizzie snagged her younger brother’s hand, sticking out her tongue at Mike and Charlie. Feigning offense, Charlie touched a hand to her chest.

“—Liz I am hurt. So hurt I'm going to go play video games upstairs,” she said with a faux-snobby tone, as if said to one-up her friend. Liz blew a raspberry at her before imparting a hug to her, pulling a laugh from Charlie. “We'll be back tomorrow!”

Puppet immediately went back to hanging onto Charlie, having silently and almost undetectably snuck over her shoulders again. Looking to the newest addition to their crew, Charlie told the young boy: “Say goodbye to Freddy, Gregory! He's gonna get a little checkup from Doc Emily.” 

Bouncing back to Freddy, Gregory would give him a quick hug, unsure how long this apparent checkup would take. “Later, Dad! Love you.”

“I love you, superstar; have fun!” Freddy replied, squeezing Gregory back with a smile. After a few more goodbyes were exchanged and it was agreed Sammy would call when he and Freddy were done, Mike slipped his hand into Gregory's and led the way out of the basement.

“I guess you're coming with us for a bit, huh?” he asked, glancing side-long at the Puppet were she hung off Charlie. The animatronic slowly turned to face him and gave a short nod, causing Michael to chuckle. “That's fine! We can introduce you to Sun right now, then—or, reintroduce, I guess.”

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[visionthefox]

Oh it hurt, it hurt a lot, I was a bit worried because when Moon started with the angry yelling Sun got scared and quiet, but then as soon as Moon started crying Sun was at his side trying to comfort him, is this the first time we've ever heard Moon openly cry? The fact that Moon's been bottling all this up for so long, feeling like a failure for not being "as smart" as the Old Moon(also we probably can assume he didn't get files by the way he's talking), he thinks he can't do anything right and that he is a screw-up, that he let everyone down that he could bring Solar back, that he's terrified if someone else dies he can't stop it and can't fix it and he'll fail them like he felt like he failed Solar, he doesn't want his family to get hurt even more since they lost Solar, he's been overworking himself and he's well-aware that if he doesn't stop he's going to do something impulsive but he ends up breaking instead(though, kinda funny how Sun can yeet Monty over his shoulders and Moon can't even shatter a bottle of whine what's up with that?), and the fact that the plan he and Puppet came up with would sacrifice somebody else to oblivion and Moon could never live with himself if he did that, and the meeting with Old Moon that likely didn't do him a lot of favors mentally...So many things on his shoulders I feel like this breakdown needed to happen, he needed to stop and just let it all out before it destroyed him, it's sad that he ended up crying for so long and hard he passed out, thankfully Sun was there to take care of him And then Eclipse, of course he was taking jabs at Solar again and Moon's grief, but what has me worried is that Eclipse offered his own body up for Solar after Moon makes him a new one...The body Dark Sun just modified with who-knows-what, and if that device was a listening device then Dark Sun would know of Eclipse's plan Everything feels so sad and dangerous now, doesn't it?

mh yea! he had to break. I imagine it would take him more- but the way you put all of the issues-- yea he was mere minutes away form it hah the chat with his past self for sure only added to the already self doubt he showed to have in the past- to fill such big boots.. now he is unable to get what he wants to not be a killer like his past self.. also I HATE the whole "die for them" idea- NO- FUCK THAT LIVE FOR THE ONE YOU LOVE- OldMoon only thinks this ways because he is a coward unable to face his errors and past- he should NEVER tell his new life to "die like I did" no no- because he is not there to see the pain that leaves.. (also yas- I love the idea Sun is stronger in body. and Moon "in mind" hahahs) I love that Sun is slowly gettin better to care of someone- he used to be great at it before OldMoon locked in the same Bunker he also beat him - so is great is back to his more caring self! now I wonder if Eclipse even wants to give his body for freedom- im sure he wants to take away what ever Dark Sun put him (also the fact he seems so beat up! ohhh that only shows Eclipse will never think so badly of some Sun's!) is clear the vessel is nothing but a tool for some else to use. first Ruin to make a distraction- now Dark Sun.. makes sense he wants to get rid of it- but I wonder if he does give his plan -What side effect will it have? because aint no way cheeto man in being "nice" (believe me I want that too but that man has no reason to be nice to Moon of all people) (thanks for ya ask!! <3 come back if you feel like sharing more please!!)

#sams #tsams #ask

[eclipsedcrystalstar]

These are from like 20 different quote generators

Not because I've run out but im trying to find a specific one that I KNOW EXISTS IVE USED IT BEFORE that let you input custom pronouns and stuff, its not necessary but Im looking for it because im so confused why I cant find it. These are from other generators I found while looking for it

Regular characters, Sun Moon Solar Freddy Monty Bonnie

Solar: Why do you think I don’t like you? I do. I would kill for you. Solar: Ask me to kill for you. Moon: ...First of all, calm down-

Bonnie: Do you think different paints have different tastes? Sun: They do. Freddy: ...Why did you say that with such certainty?

Sun: We all have our demons. Sun, grabbing Moon: This one’s mine.

Sun: Is something burning? Freddy, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you. Sun: Freddy, the toaster is literally on fire.

Bonnie: I finally came out to my dad. He seemed supportive until he was attacked by a giant spider. Moon: The spider is the hardest part about coming out. Freddy: I can't believe nobody told them about the coming out spider... This is so sad...

(DJMM is the coming out spider)

Moon: I am decayed. My lungs are full of thorns and mildew. My bones are held together by vines. I am fragile. Be gentle with my corpse. Solar: Get out of bed, you're going to school whether you like it or not. Moon: I REFUSE.

Monty: Why didn’t you tell me? Freddy: Because of your tendency to overreact. Monty: I DO NOT OVERREACT! Freddy: And there goes the chair.

Freddy: Sun's gonna kill me. Solar: No, they'll probably make me do it.

Moon: If you got arrested what would be the charges? Sun: Theft. Bonnie: Disturbing the peace. Monty: Aggravated assault. Freddy: Arson. Solar: All of the above. In that order, probably.

Moon, texting Sun: Roses are red, Tony Hawk is a skater… Sun′s phone, auto-replying: I’m driving right now–I’ll get back to you later. *Later* Sun, texting back: Fuck you.

Moon: Are you tall enough to play basketball though? Freddy: Are you calling me short? Moon: I'm calling you vertically challenged.

Sun: Oh, fiddlesticks! That really ruffles my feathers! Monty: Please, just say fuck.

Monty: Valentines Day? I'm ready. *Sprays an entire can of AXE body spray on themselves*

Bonnie: So, Solar, do you have a crush on anyone? Solar: The only crush I have is this crushing anxiety.

Sun: You know what they say about big hands. Monty: You can grab an infant by the skull like a claw machine? Sun: No.

Moon: Ah, Hello again. We really need to stop meeting like this. Bonnie: Maybe we would, if you would sTOP BREAKING INTO MY FUCKING GREEN ROOM!!!

Bonnie: What did you guys get in your yearbook? Freddy: 'Prettiest Smile' Sun: 'Nicest Personality' Monty: 'Most likely to start a bar fight' Solar: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

#sundrop #daycare attendant #moondrop #fnaf sb #security breach #fnaf daycare attendant #moon fnaf #eclipse fnaf #glamrock freddy #glamrock bonnie #monty gator #montgomery gator

[sholangagaga]

Monty: Good morning can I be honest with you

Roxanne: No.

Monty: oh, okay -listens to music-

-

Freddy: Thoughts?

Chica: Wondering if I can get Burger King for breakfast and lunch without them remembering me from earlier and thinking I'm some kind of burger pervert

-

Vanny: btw are you a writer? you have interesting vocabulary

Glitchtrap: I'm not I'm just pretentious.

-

Freddy: apparently at some point when Bonnie and I were flirting with each other but not quite in a relationship, he asked me how I felt about pet names. to which I replied "well you have to call them something.

Freddy: the fact that I have managed to end up in a relationship is really a testament to Bonnie's patience.

Foxy: Bonnie is a moronsexual, Fred

Freddy: Please don't call Bonnie a moron

Freddy: wait

-

Monty: if you are ever sad please try to remember how huge Freddy's muscles are

Roxanne: Now I'm sad AND thinking of Freddy's muscles

Chica: this is literally impossible, you are thinking about of someone else's muscles surely

-

Chica: girl help, I'm trapped in the maze after i spent an hour trying to escape and I'm contemplating eating one

Roxy: #girl behavior

Roxy: wait eating what

-

Michael: In case no one has told you today; there's something very obviously wrong with you

William: Really needed to hear this, thank you

-

Moon: The Pacific Ocean is wider than the Moon. Anyway, how's your day going?

Gregory: dip moon like cookie

-

Bonnie: Could you be any more annoying

Foxy: Easily

-

Freddy:

Gregory: hey dad

Gregory: you may be wondering why I'm currently glued to the ceiling

-

Glitchtrap: killing people isnt ok unless you want to

Vanny: yeah agree

-

Vanny, to herself: you let a british man speak to you like that??

-

Chica: Are you worried?

Roxy: About what? but yeah

-

Gregory: Are you a boy or a girl?

Sun/Moon: Not to my knowledge

-

Roxy, approaching a dismembered Staff Bot: okay first of all, big mood,

-

Jaime: -eats 14 packs of scooby doo fruit flavored gummy snacks-

Jaime: Im gonna solve mysteries so frickin good

-

Foxy: why must my feelings be 'rational'? Is it not enough to sit quietly in my pirate hat, deranged?

-

Gregory: not everything is about you

Roxy: that's fucked up and I refuse to believe it

#ive stopped numbering these #just know its shitpost hour #incorrect quotes #fnaf security breach #security breach #glamstar au #glamstar fam au #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #shoucan shitposts

[kantush]

I forgot to ask in the previous ask but…in any chance, will we be having some fun with Glamrock Freddy soon? 😏

I-It’s not like I’m suggesting, b-baka, I’m just… throwing the idea in the air

Yes Sir🔞

#surprise suprise #yes sir #we fuck him here too #thanks you for the asks sheep #ive read some that I got and im glad that people share this stuff XD #more content coming soon #well as long as I stay in the fandom which isnt gonna last too long #this is just a phase enjoy it while its happening ;) #my art #kanturesp #fnaf #glamrock freddy #OH. NOW IM GETTING MONTY ASKS LETS GO #oh god i got a request for a djmm. Nah man how are we suppose to do it with him #bro I GOT A SPRINGTRAP ONE NOW nah man i found that dude hot when fnaf 3 came out #now hmm idk

[celestussy]

—child!reader with sleeping problems and moon shenanigans .

–it / its pronouns for moon , they/them pronouns for reader .

it was currently nap time at the daycare. well, the walls looked like it was night, stars projecting on the ceiling and the sun replaced with a moon.

‘if it looks like night, we should call it a nightcare..’ [name] thought, grinning. it was shirtly outlived when the nightcare attendant noticed them.

moon had compared their heartbeat with the others, concluding that they weren't asleep because their heartbeat had not relaxed and put in a steady beat yet.

“naughty child, it seems that someone is still awake..”

it’s voice said, it was barely above a whisper. not wanting to wake the other children. it came closer and took a kneeling position next to you.

“i cant sleep.. i-its like my mind wants to sleep but my body doesnt..!”

[name] said, whispering slightly louder at the end. moon shook its head, understanding the situation they were in.

“do you want a moondrop? it’ll make you sleep..”

moon spoke, his voice was a bit softer this time, more gentle. [name] nodded their head and tried to quietly sit up.

though they had failed, it was like a door opening while you are trying to get a midnight snack. youre trying to be quiet but end up making the loudest noise.

the animatronic took your hand awkwardly, your stance was sluggish and slouched over.

“whats your name, kid?”

“..it's..”

you quietly said, being interrupted with your own yawn.

“.. its [name].”

you finally managed to sqeuk out. feeling slight embarrassment for yawning and interrupting your own sentence.

“alright [m.name], mx moon here is going to get you a moondrop real quick alright?”

moon asked for reassurance, needing to know if the child wanted to stay alone or if they didn't.

[name] nodded and moon jumped off, as the child looked around the room. it was filled with merchandise of the daycare attendants.

moon finally came back, having a small candy wrapped in a dark blue lapis color and a lighter one.

“alright [m.name], let’s go back to nap area and then i'll give you the candy alright?”

“okay mish..mix.. mx moon..”

they said, being a bit confused at how to pronounce it. it might have took a while but they got there eventually.

moon let out a chuckle at this and held out its hand again. [name] tightly took it, noticing how it felt.

it was a bit rougher than the daycare attendant but yet softer than monty’s. moon felt the child trying to recognize to remember the texture.

“hey.. mix moon, if sun is the daycare attendant.. does that make you the nightcare attendant?”

[name] asked, as they had arrived at the nap hide out. the stars and fake sky still projecting on the ceiling.

moon thought about it. they were right in a sense, but then again it didn't make sense.

“honestly [m.name] i dont know.”

it shrugged, [name] tapped the bot. tap. tap, tap. the nightcare attendant ignored the tapping.

“you said my name wrong again.”

“oh, okay..?”

it asked, it was as if it was looking for something.. or someone.

“mx moon, are you looking for something?”

the moon jester nodded, it got closer to the childs ear and whispered.

“im looking where to care..”

[name] faked a gasp, over dramatically fainting on their matress.

“alright kid, it was fun talking to you. now it's time for your candy..”

moon said, the child pouted. not wanting to say goodbye to the animatronic. they had unexpectedly hugged the attendant.

“goodbye moon..”

“kid, you still have glitter glue in your hair.”

it said, teasingly. [name] looked at the moondrop in its hand and took it. opening the wrapper and popping the candy in their mouth.

moon gently reached out for the older body yet younger mind.

“goodnight kid, don't let the bed bugs bite.”

the candy tasted like lavender and lemon. there was a slight hint of blueberry in the candy but it was only the aftertaste.

the effects started to swoop in as they slowly started drifting to sleep…

#fnaf #fnafmoon #moondrop #fnaf moon #x reader #x child reader #fnaf x reader #platonic #fluff #sleeping problems #cute #daycare #fnaf daycare

[joshbruh10x]

Random Headcanons for them SB characters

So i listed some headcanons I like to think happen, they are literally living rent free in my head and I just wanted to share em with somebody lmao.

*sharp inhales*

THESE ARE ALL MY THOUGHTS IM NOT SAYING THEY’RE CANON OK WE GOOD? O K GOOD

*exhales*

Oh btw these are in alphabetical order bc i say so :> Bonnie-acts like a literal vegetarian, eats a bunch of carrots bc he a bunny

-really likes his bowling attraction but likes Fazer Blast more

-will not hesitate to jump at you with full speed if you manage to fully piss him off

-does stand-up comedy at night in his bowling alley

-the dude’s body build is like thin but broad

-he likes to annoy Freddy using his epic s p e e d

-his program was a bit more upgraded to protect kids (bc kids and heavy bowling equipment do not end pretty)

Chica

-Yes she loves Pizza but will go crazy for small finger food or snacks like chips, fries, finger sandwhiches, etc.

-Pops off when she feels like it

-You thought Monty was the strongest? H A H NO ITS CHICA

-She has a gym and she’s practically the buffest out of all of them

-Literally the light of everyone’s day, without her, Roxy would’ve crashed a car at a child or Monty would’ve started eating babies

-She has a built in ecometer to keep the place clean, but that also means she sometimes has to clean trash, by e a t I n g

DJMM

-loud when he wants to be

-his children are the little music men in the vents

-his bouncer mode will not hurt you, but will simply just fling you back to the elevato

r-loves the peace and quiet

-he doesn’t need to eat but Chica tried getting him to taste pizza atleast once or twice

Foxy

-does he even exist

-whatever anyways, foxy a very caring person despite his rash nature

-literally the third-or fourth wheel? Of Bonnie Monty and Freddy

-he doesn’t need love he got his booty

-his treasure get your mind out of the fucking gutters

-teams with sun and moon in the daycare theater

-it’s a hassle to keep his fur well groomed

Freddy

-YOOOO ITS BEAR DAD

-cannot stand any foul language within a 10 feet radius especially if its Gregory

-Best cook in the house/pizzaplex whoop whoop

-Will not hesitate to help anyone, you dropped your wallet near him? He will instantly rush to get it for you

-Despite being the main singer of the band, he sometimes lets the others lead-If he’s too tired, he will be in sleep mode until he’s well rested

-Are you feeling sad, like you wanna cry for no apparent reason at all? Too bad he’s on your way right now to hug you

-He dated Bonnie first before roping Monty to their side 

Gregory

-feral child all the way

-he knows who eli and cc is do not ask

-his legal name is now Gregory Fazbear

-Everyone acts like a specified guardian to him, Freddy his dad, Monty and Bonnie his cool uncles, Chica his aunt, Roxy and Vanessa his epic older sisters, sun/moon the protective babysitters

-he finally made a deal with the vent music men to stop attacking him in return of leading them back to DJMM

-Picked up cursing from Monty and adult jokes from Bonnie, Freddy is not impressed

Monty

-finally get to write headcanons bout the gator boi

-Nervous-ass wreck, when he first started as the bassist replacing Bonnie, he literally does not know what he’s doing leading him to cry and wreck his room on his first day

-man’s more upset replacing Bonnie than Bonnie actually is

-he knew Bonnie before replacing him

-HAHA GAY PANIC ATTACKS

-His cooking is literal rng, sometimes it comes out burnt to crisps, others, he makes fine ass cuisine

-He cannot control his tail, if it wags uncontrollably and hits you in the face you know it’s not his fault

-He wants control of the situation every single time, are we driving to mcdonald’s? Monty calls driver, unless it’s Freddy then he calls shotgun

-Amazing upper strength but he skipped leg day, yeah he can jump high but can he kick stuff as good as he can punch? I don’t think so

-Gator Uncle and Feral child causes mayhem

-When Freddy and Bonnie invited him to their relationship, my god was this gator soft as a LITERAL marshmallow on pillows

Moon

-your typical depressed angsty teen

-loves listening to soft lullabitic music

-has the same obsession of cleanliness with sun

-he likes bitter flavored foods, don’t ask how he can eat bc I don’t know either

-Despises Monty due to him babbling about everything and is disturbing the peace and quiet

-learned how to not scare Gregory for once

Roxy

-Girlboss, gaslight, gatekeep

-Never let’s go of Chica when she’s in sight

-despite having a Feminine build, she is very strong-bangs her head when metal music starts playing

-Monty and Roxy are besties for life

-DID YOU JUST LOOK AT HER GF? She will glare at you the moment Chica leaves the room

-Anything that ruins her form, she will and I mean WILL cry about it, a nudge on her makeup? Frizzy hair? C R Y I N G ENSUES

-When Gregory took her eyes, she relied more on smell than sound, she has memorized about what everyone smells like, Freddy smells like cologne and fiber, Monty smells like fresh damp grass, Chica smelled like lavender and Pizza (most occasions trash), Foxy smells like the Caribbean and Bonnie smelt like vegetables or Bowling polish

-She was Foxy’s replacement, none of them minded, they get along

-Teases Monty each time Freddy or Bonnie is near, calls him Lover-Gator 

Sun

-my god who fed the animatronic sugar?

-Too hyperactive and is all around the place

-Gets along with Monty and his loud attitude-He is aware of Moon not liking Monty so Sun likes rubbing it in his face

-Another reason he gets along with the gator is Sweets, they both love sugar that Freddy found them sleeping in the daycare surrounded by cans of Fizzy faz and chocolate bars, animatronics can get food commas???

-ball of SUNshine aha get it

-Nothing gets in his way when he wants to play (yo that rhymed)

-Gregory finally warmed up to him

-Acts as the therapist of the Pizzaplex, very understanding and calm when he needs to be

-Vanessa is his top customer to his therapy sessions, the girl needs more than a beer or two 

Vanessa

-after getting saved by Gregory and the gang, she vowed to keep Gregory safe

-Chocoholic, Coffeeholic, Alcoholic (but not so much alcohol she get’s drunk, that’s a rare occurance when she does a full day shift)

-Less strict to the animatronics but she does glare at them when they try to do something stupid (cough cough Bonnie and Gregory)

-As I said, Sun is her therapist-She has access to everything on the Pizzaplex so she can be anywhere

-She also has her own apartment to stay at but she likes sleeping overnight at the pizzaplex, she has a warm couch, some blankets and coffee

-The animatronic she seems to warm up to the most is Chica 

Vanny

-not much to say about her

-sassy and aggressive, her most hated animatronic? Freddy

-brings a knife everywhere she goes

-devoted her life to burntrap like some husband or smth, looks like Bonnie isn’’t the only Rabbit simp in the Pizzaplex

-Vanny is now arrested and is broght to rehab to forget about Glitchtrap but it doesn’t seem to be working lmao 

William (this is just for fun)

-LITERAL OLD MAN WHO WON’T STAY IN HIS RETIREMENT HOME

-SOMEONE GET MIKE HERE HIS DAD WONT STFU

-he always comes back-his weak frail body is now even weaker because of Blob

-when will he die, goddamit guys, use ice or smth, fire is obviously not working, IM LOOKING AT YOU THREE HENRY, MIKE AND GREGORY

Ok wow that was a lot, so uhh yea enjoy this stupid brain rot

Atleast im not the only one suffering

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[red-doll-face]

Here is a request for slashers if they're open. My brain does a thing where I am affectionate w a person but if I get nudged away (even if it's just to readjust the position), it goes "oh no. They don't want u to touch them. Do not touch ever again or they will get mad at u. U disgust them." Even tho touch is my love language & it hurts, I just won't touch. If confronted, I will get confused & panicky cuz "u didn't want me to touch? Im respecting ur wishes? Did I miss something?" Its a mess.

Requests are indeed open, I’m sorry I take foreverrr to do these but i hope u enjoy! I don’t know what to call this tho. For simplicity’s sake I’m calling this nervous reader lmao, idk what else to call these.

Slashers x gn nervous Reader

Jason Voorhees:

Jason can very much relate to the feeling. When he first meets you, he’s sure that you’re frightened. He restrains from being too close to avoid coming off as overbearing, doesn't want to touch you because if you flinch he’ll be so hurt. He just assumes he disgusts you. Based on the reaction all of his other victims have when they see him, he’s sure you’ll probably be the same.

Once Jason is sure that you don't feel that way, he’s a cuddle monster. He wants to be close all of the time, holding hands, letting you sit in his lap, you name it. He’s so starved and quickly decides that touch is his love language too. He’s not even sure how he’s lived this long without it.

The only time I can see Jason maybe gently sort of setting you down elsewhere and walking off is when he senses strangers on the property of what once was Crystal Lake. He’s out the door before he can even see your hurt expression, Which is worse because this might lead you to jump to conclusions.

If you distance yourself from Jason, he immediately is thrown off. He can’t directly ask you if he’s done something wrong and when he tries to initiate affection with you and you don’t reciprocate whole heartedly, he’s at a loss.

He’ll get on one knee while you sulk on the couch and give you a silent plea to tell him what's wrong. You can panic and try and avoid it but he is certain there's something going on and he wants so badly to know what he’s done to put you off. You tell him and he immediately is shaking his head no, he could never be mad at you, never be disgusted with you. You’re the most breathtaking person he’s ever had the pleasure of holding, the first, most likely.

Jason nods because he understands how you feel. In the future, he’s persistent about how you feel when he untangles himself from you, making sure you’re ok.

Michael Myers:

In the later stages of your relationship, Michael is insatiable when it comes to being in contact with you. For a long time, towards the start of your relationship, he didn’t like it. It felt weird. All of the touch he's experienced prior was so clinical and sterile that he doesn’t quite know how good touch is supposed to feel. He’s so touch starved that he’s almost positive he doesn't even need it.

Slowly, he builds a tolerance for it, much like one does with alcohol, constantly checking his boundaries and letting him control the situation and he’s all for movie night, huddled up on the couch, or waking up with his head on your chest. His own personal pillow.

There are, however, moments when his need to make someone tremble with fear and then blodgeon them to death with a can opener from their own kitchen becomes too strong, so he tries to keep away from you. In the past, he might have used you to satisfy similar desires of a sexual nature and may have really hurt you but he knows that it’s not always enjoyable to you.

Then, you stop touching him. Much like Jason, he starts to think you’ve become sick of him. Sick of his coldness, his muteness, his withdrawn demeanor. Maybe you’ve moved on and he tries to tell himself he doesn’t care but he doesn't think he can see himself touching anyone but you now.

It gets to the point where he comes home one day and you look heavily troubled, expressions he’s seen on your face before, only in the event that something terrible has happened. You ask to speak to him and he obliges.

You explain that you don’t think this relationship is working, that you’re pretty sure he’s disgusted with you and how difficult this event is because you didn't even want to talk about it but it's been hurting you for too long.

His response is to stand up very slowly, pick you up and lay down with you over him, simply laying there. Hopefully, knowing you’re the one person he would ever allow to participate in this intimacy is enough to show you that you mean more than you think you do to him.

RZ Michael Myers:

This Michael is more perceptive to your touch than his counterpart, your touch sends little shivers down his spine and as soon as he gets pretty used to it, he’s eager for more. This also takes some time but significantly less. He’s enamored with the idea of returning to a somewhat normal life. Your affection grounds him in that fantasy as much as being a murderer might take him out of it.

As he establishes a relationship with you, he may even be the one to start touching you instead of the other way around. He’s read books and always wondered what it might feel like to have someone genuinely touch him without fear in their eyes. Without malice.

An unsuccessful ‘day at work’ might have Michael feeling a little het up though. He can be moody and more rageful. Neither you nor his hobbies can calm him. He seems colder than usual in these states and can come off as very standoffish.

So when you try and touch him and he shrugs your hand off his shoulder, he can’t or isn't in the state of mind to address your frown and worried look. Michael, instead stomps off somewhere to be alone for a while; maybe take his anger out on something else. Some unsuspecting soul or maybe even a poor animal in the wrong place at the wrong time.

After he’s calmed down some, he returns and almost forgot about that sad little gleam in your eye before he left. Michael remembers when he sees you blankly staring at the TV, pointedly avoiding his gaze even as you utter a weak welcome home. It’s not very welcoming. He sits stiffly beside you, watching you from the corner of his eye. You’re closed off from him and he doesn't like it at all.

Migrating towards you slowly, he eases you into a familiar hug, his big bear hugs that are a little tight but inviting all the same. His huge torso and long arms seem to swallow you in his warmth. You hardly reciprocate. You look a little surprised. Though he never addresses it verbally, (which is probably better for you) Michael offers a single glance that communicates everything he needs to say. Don't ever think that again.

Thomas B. Hewitt:

Thomas’ self esteem issues and self image are not good. He honestly doesn’t like to imagine what he looks like to other people unless it can be as a threatening man you don’t fuck with. Meeting you, he realizes that it’s good to protect his family but he’d rather you not see him as someone only capable of harm. Tries his best to get the point across that while Hoyt may be adamant that horrible things happen to you, he’s not going to let them.

Thomas has received affection but always a familial affection. A pat on the back from Monty, proud claps to his shoulders from uncle Charlie, and hugs and kisses from his dear Mother. Nothing so foreign as a strangers touch over his arm or a soft embrace.

Unfortunately, Thomas can get reactive when you attempt to touch him without his mask on. He’s absolutely settled on the false reality that you’ll see his face and immediately decide that you never want to touch him again. Interacting with you with his bare face? That's a no for Thomas.

He puts on his mask that covers the scarred skin over his face and you look dejected. He was preparing for you to pressure him but instead finds himself trying to find out why you won’t touch him now. It’s not his face, is it? You respond with your reasoning. Thomas is so confused. How could you think that you disgust him? That he doesn’t want you to touch him?

He’s quicker than the others and immediately sweeps you up into his arms and holds you as close as humanly possible. Feeling disgusting and like some sort of burden is a feeling he’s so familiar with and if he can take it away from you, he will.

Will aggressively initiate touch with you for the next week or so just to solidify the fact that he cares about you and won't reject you just as you didn’t reject him.

Bubba Sawyer:

Bubba is a great cuddle buddy and partner. Hugs are his favorite and he hugs his brother all the time, lifting both Nubbins and Chop Top into the air for some brotherly love. If you’re smaller than them he’s all about picking you up and perhaps a little rough housing with you. He’s careful though or at least there are attempts made to be careful

Bubba, though he could easily spend the whole day doing nothing and everything with you, has work. Chores, butchering. Cooking, and tending livestock. Plenty to do at the sawyer house and he does most of it. Suffice to say there are times when you want to lather attention all over him yet he has to go back to work.

So caught up in work that he doesn't get what's going on til way later, when you’ve had time to stew in your emotions, firmly telling yourself that Bubba is annoyed by you probably. He’s baffled and confused at your silence, your crossed arms. The little furrow in your brow. He can already tell there’s something upsetting you.

Honestly, Bubba is so affectionate I can’t see him being the kind of person even capable of alluding to the fact he might be disgusted by you. How, if all he wants to do is love you? You may bring it up as a joke that you thought he didn’t like you and he almost seems offended. Not like you?

Bubba can squash any feelings you may have about that and then some. He will not let you drown in insecurities, not on his watch. This man will do everything in his power to make you feel beautiful because you really are.

I’m sorry these are super long but thanks for requesting!

#slasher x reader #michael myers #michael myers x reader #halloween #rz halloween movie #rz michael myers #rz michael myers x reader #jason voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #friday the 13th #thomas brown hewitt x reader #thomas brown hewitt #thomas hewitt #bubba sawyer x reader #bubba sawyer #leatherface x reader #texas chainsaw massacre #slashers

[pbnjparker]

JUMPER | H.O

hii everyone!!! im back at it again with yet another fic :-) i just wanted to point out all the love harrison has been getting recently and im so glad i get to write fics for him bc i never did two years ago :-( anyways i hope you enjoy this!!!

REQUEST: ‘So I've been checking your masterlist an i love it and i kinda wanna request 8 "okay, where are all my jumpers?" with Harrison please?’

PROMPT LIST + REQUESTS

dedicated to @angiefangirlworld-2, tysm for requesting this!!

The day you dreaded all week had finally come, and faster than you wanted it to. Harrison was leaving to film The Irregulars and would be gone until the season was wrapped up. This time he would be gone for 6 months, and as much as you didn't want him to leave, he was pursuing his dream career and you weren't going to stop him from doing that. 

You were pretty sad to say the least, but you were so excited for him to live out his dreams. Seeing him happy made you even happier, and you could help but imagine the derpy smile he was going to have when you see him later today.

Your cellphone rang, and Harrisons’ personalized ringtone started blaring out throughout your apartment, you grabbed the phone and answered the FaceTime call,

“Hello?” You said, positioning yourself into the camera frame. Harrison had his camera positioned to face his bed, and you can see Monty chewing one of his bones on the bed. “Hi Darling!” 

Harrison popped into the frame, throwing his backpack on the bed which startled Monty, “How’s packing going? I’m getting ready to leave to your flat in a bit.” You heard a sigh coming from his end, “Everything alright Haz?”

“I can’t find one of my jumpers, and I really wanted to take it with me.” He crouched onto the frame of the camera, “Which one? I can look in my closet to see if you’ve left it here.” He smiled, “I think I’ve found it,” 

“Oh grea-” He cut you off quickly, “You’re wearing it love, and might I say it looks better on you than me. Just for that, I’ll let you keep it.” You giggled, blush forming on your cheeks, “Sorry Haz, can’t help it, your clothes are way more comfortable than mine.” 

He laughed, “Hold on, I’m going to look for a different jumper,” He left the camera frame and heard his closet door creak, “Love, do you have any of my jumpers? I only have heavy coats in my closet.” You already knew the answer to that, although you knew he wouldn’t mind, you would always find a reason to come home with one of his jumpers. 

“Okay, where are all my jumpers?” He asked popping back into the frame, “May or may not be in my hallway closet,” You voice getting quieter towards the end of the sentence. “They just smell like you, and it makes me feel safe when I’m alone at times.” 

He sent you a soft smile, “I’ll forever and always be with you, in person or as a ghost,” You laughed at his response, “I promise to call you when I’m away okay?” 

You whispered, “Okay, I love you.” He smiled, “Love you too darling,” and sent you a small kiss through the screen.

“Now about getting back those jumpers.”

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a/n: ahhh i got kinda nervous half way through writing this, i felt myself getting sidetracked. anyways!!!! i hope u enjoyed this and pls keep requesting more fics <3 literally am having such a great time writing them!!

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[new-to-this123]

Monty’s Revenge

As per requested

May I please request a monty x girlfriend reader? where she was raped too and he does everything he can for her and ruins Bryce..  lots of fluff and smut

(I know the request asks for smut, but the direction I took this story, smut didn't fit. When you read it, you'll see why but I hope you'll still like it though) 

 Monty X reader 

warning: swearing, drug use, alcohol, mention and details of rape, fighting 

word count: 2061

NOTES: I haven't posted in a LOOOOONG time. Now that I'm done with school I definitely have more time so I'm hoping to get all my requests caught up!  I hope you guys like this one. 

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Y/N journal entry

August 27th 2016

Tonight Kat is hosting a party at  her neighbors house. Kats parties are always a good time. Maybe I can get Monty to notice me tonight, who knows, I know people say he's troubled but there's something about him that i just love. 

Anyways i guess i'll let you know how this party goes.  

August 28th 2016

Well lets just say that yesterday didn't go as planned but it was a goodnight! 

I don't remember anything from the party. The only thing I remember is talking with Monty, and Bryce outside of Hannah's house. I was very drunk and so was monty. I woke up in the clubhouse with monty. We both don't know if we slept together, but I think we may have. The signs were all there, I have a few hickeys on my neck, and there's definitely cum in my panties. 

Monty and I hung out all afternoon, then he drove me home. 

Monty kissed me before I left and said he can't wait to see me at school tomorrow! 

I'm so happy! 

Present day (March 2018) 

Y/N was sitting at the lunch table with her boyfriend Monty when Jessica, Clay and Justin show up and sit. 

“Hey Y/N, can I talk to you for a minute?” Jessica asked

“Why?” Y/N asked, since Jessica never really talked to her. 

“It has to do with the trials” Justin  added. 

“Look Y/N has nothing to do with that so leave her out of it” Monty said defensively placing his hand on Y/N’s lap. 

Jessica looks over at Clay and Justin, and takes a deep breath. 

“Y/N there's something i need to show you and it's not easy.” 

“ok ……. So show me” 

“Not here Y/N” Clay adds

“Why not? Anything you have to tell me you can tell Monty!” 

Jessica slides over two pictures.

Y/N looks down at the first one and ,in the corner, she sees Monty passed out on a chair, and in the middle is a naked and passed out Y/N. 

In the second one, Bryce is taking a selfie of him raping Y/N. 

“Where the fuck did you get these?” Monty yelled, grabbing both pictures.

“When were they taken? How did you get these?” Y/N asked with tears filling her eyes.

“There's a box full of them. But i can't tell you when it was.” jessica replied

“We were hoping you would be able to tell us when this happened.” Justin added

“I mean, i.. I don't know, i can't think of a time that i was left alone with Bryce in the clubhouse, Monty has never let that happen.” Y/N replies. 

Jessica, Justin and Clay look over at Monty. 

“Don't fucking look at me! I didn't let this happen!! Im gonna fucking kill him.” Monty said aggressively.

“NO! Let me go talk to Bryce.. ALONE” Y/N said looking at all four of her peers. 

“I want answers and he's the only one who can give them to me.”  

“No way Y/N!” Monty said

“Are you insane?” Clay added

Y/Ns Texts

Y/N: Hey Bryce, wanna grab a coffee at monets after school? 

Bryce: why? Sick and tired of De La Cruz? Never thought you’d last this long anyways. 

Y/N: urg meet me there at 3

“There meeting with him after school, if you don't want me alone you guys can sit at the back of monet's” Y/N said standing up, grabbing the pictures from Monty and leaving. 

“You guys don't come! He’ll know somethings up” Monty said, pointing at Jessica, Justin and Clay.

“Protect her Montgomery” Justin said, looking him right in the eyes. 

Monty walked after Y/N. 

Y/N walked into Monets and saw Monty in the back with Taylor and Kenneth.

“Urg of course he'd bring his lackeys” Y/N thought to herself as she looked at Taylor and Kenneth.

Y/N orders herself a coffee and sits at a table in the middle of Monets, and waits for Bryce. 

At 3;15pm Bryce walked in, went up to the counter, ordered himself a coffee and joined Y/N. 

“Sorry I'm late, got caught up with some of the guys.” Bryce said as he sat down.  

“All cool” Y/N replied

“So what did you wanna talk about huh? Monty being an ass?” Bryce asked with a big smile on his face. 

“No i wanted to ask you when this happened” Y/N said as she slipped him the selfie of Bryce raping her. 

The smile on Bryce's face quickly changed to anger. He leaned forward on  the table and whispered “where the fuk did you get these?” 

“When did it happen Bryce?” 

“When do you think?” Bryce scoffed. 

“ I don't know, that's why i'm asking you?”

“Just know that you wanted it. You were moaning my name the whole time.” 

Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat and asked Bryce again 

“When did it happen?” 

“When did you wake up in the clubhouse with Monty alone?” Bryce replied with a smirk on his face. 

Y/N’s jaw dropped, and suddenly memories of that night flashed through her head.

Hannah’s Party

Y/N is standing outside, holding a beer, sharing a joint with Monty. 

“You know i was telling Bryce on our way here that i hoped you were here tonight.” Monty said as he passed Y/N the joint.  

“I was hoping you'd be here too Monty” Y/N replied, taking a hit off the joint and coughing. 

“Do we have a newbie here” Bryce said as he walked up and wrapped his arm around Y/N.

“ Yes it is” monty replied laughing. 

Y/N walked back into the party and spent all night drinking and smoking with Monty.

Near the end of the night Y/N and Monty were clearly very drunk and high. Y/N was using monty as her support and monty was using Y/N as his. 

Bryce walked up to them “lets go kids! let's get you home” he said as he placed himself between the both Y/N and Monty and wrapped his arms around both of their shoulders.

Bryce walked them to his car, he helped Y/N into the front seat and Monty in the back.

As he was getting ready to drive off bryce said “now now don't fucking puke in my car” 

“No promises” monty drunkenly said from the back, laying down on the back seat, closing his eyes and passing out. 

Bryce placed his hand on Y/N laps. Even in her highly intoxicated state she thought his hand was a little too high up on her thigh and tried to move it. 

“Shhh baby it's ok” Bryce said as he smiled and squeezed her thigh a little harder. 

They got to the clubhouse and Bryce carried Y/N in and laid her on the couch. 

“Monty” was all Y/N could mumble in her intoxicated state. 

“He's in the car babygirl. You're ok. I got you.” Bryce said as he started pulling Y/N shirt off. 

“No” Y/N tried to mumble and squirm away but Bryce overpowered her and stripped her completely naked. 

“I know you want this. Everyone does” Bryce said as he started raping Y/N. 

“The night of Hannah's party. You were supposed to drive us home. Instead you went to the club house and staged the whole thing” Y/N replied, tears building up in her eyes. 

“Naw! Monty walked in on his own and sat in the chair after I got you undressed. And in casual Monty style he was too drunk to notice anything so when i finished i woke him up and told him he fucked you a while ago but i had to leave because it was late and he told me to leave you guys there. He took the credit and look,here you are two years later, still happily together. So why are you bitching, we all got what we wanted in the end” 

Y/N looked at Bryce in disbelief. 

“We all got what we wanted?” Y/N asked a tear falling down her cheek. 

“You got the guy, he got the girl and I got an easy lay” Bryce smiled as he stood up and left. 

“YOU RAPED ME” Y/N yelled as Bryce left Monets and Monty ran to you. 

 “Baby what did he say?” Monty asked wiping away your tears. 

“You walked in when he raped me and you did NOTHING!!!!!!!” Y/N yelled as she pushed monty away running out of Monets. 

“Y/N!! BAAAABE! HOLD UP!” monty yelled running after Y/N. 

“NO! FUCK OFF MONTY!” Y/N screamed tears pouring down her cheeks. 

Monty walked away, angry and heartbroken at what his girlfriend told him. He got to Monets,where his car was parked, and got in and drove towards Bryces house. 

He got to Bryces and went straight for the guest house.

“YOU FUCKING SON OF BITCH” Monty yelled punching Bryce in the face. 

“What the fuck De La Cruz??” Bryce asked, pissed off.

“You raped my girlfriend!” monty replied. 

“She wasn't your girlfriend then and she wanted it! She was moaning my name the whole time” Bryce shot back pushing Monty.

 “NO!!! YOU RAPED Y/N!!!!” Monty yelled again, grabbing Bryce by the collar of his shirt.

“Your bitch wanted it! And if it weren't for that night you two wouldn't be together! So shut the fuck up before i beat you like you dad does” Bryce spat at Monty. 

In that moment Monty’s mind went black with anger and he jumped on Bryce and started punching him over and over again. Kenneth, Taylor, Marcus and Luke all tried to pull Monty off Bryce to no avail. 

“Monty! Stop!” Scott said as he pulled Monty up from the back of his shirt. 

“FUCK OFF” Monty yelled pushing scott, who stood his ground and grabbed monty wrists. 

“CALM THE FUCK DOWN” scott yelled at Monty, as he pulled him out the guest house, to his car. 

“He fucking raped Y/N” Monty told Scott.

“And you fucked him up. Youll be lucky if he doesnt fucking die dude” scott replied. 

“Good, he deserves it!” Monty said, getting into the passenger seat of his jeep. 

“Y/N’s parents are gone for the week, that's where we're going” Scott said as he got into the driver side and drove off. 

“Y/N open up it's me Scott” Scott said knocking and Y/N’s door. 

“Oh my god you are an impatient neighbor!” Y/N said as she opened the door. 

“OH MY GOD MONTY!!!” she yelled as she saw Monty's black eye and bloody nose. 

“You should see Bryce, he looks worse” Monty smiled. 

“Ya pretty sure he almost killed him” Scott replied. 

“You went after your best friend?” Y/N asked, leading Monty to the bathroom. 

“Of course I went after him! He hurt the love of my life, and lied to me about it. He’s lucky I didn't kill him.” Monty smiled. 

Y/N wiped the blood of his face and hands. 

“I love you Montgomery” Y/N said, bandaging his hands.

“I love you too Y/N” Monty replied kissing the top of Y/Ns head. 

“Hey you two im gonna head home i'll see you tomorrow.” Scott said, leaving and heading next door. 

“Let's go cuddle and watch a movie” Monty said wrapping his arm around Y/N’s shoulders 

Y/N and Monty ordered a pizza and cuddled for three movies in her bed. 

“Y/N…” Monty said moving some hair out of Y/N’s eyes. 

“Ya?” Y/N replied butterflies in her stomach. 

“I really love you.” Monty said looking into Y/N’s eyes.

“Monty, i can't have sex, i don't know when ill be able to but I'm not comfortable with it right now. After finding out about Bryce, I don't know, i feel different” Y/N said tears building up in her. 

“ Hey baby girl, it's ok, I'm here for you no matter what and it doesn't matter how long it takes, I'll wait for you to be ready. I love you and I'm not going anywhere.” Monty replied wiping away Y/Ns tears and bringing her into a hug. 

#montgomery de la cruz #monty de la cruz #monty x reader #justin foley #scott reed #bryce walker #marcus cole #jeff atkins #zach dempsey #clay jensen #tony padilla #tyler down #13rw fanfiction #13rw #13 reasons why #13 reasons why imagine #thirteen reasons why

[visionthefox]

Hello! Uhh- I wanted to ask for your opinion about smt because I love reading your opinions! Its really amusing reading them!

Well, the thing I want your opinion on is the dream theory in sams! With the name explaining what it is, basically a theory where everything in sams is a dream! Im gonna just write some reasons I know why people think this-

First of all,

as you and many said, nothing in sams really makes sense anymore. Before, the storyline was simple and everything, you could understand it but now.. Its REALLY confusing. And we know, in dreams almost NOTHING makes sense so it would be understandable why its a dream.

Second of all,

Goldie says that the North Star is akin to a Dream Stone. Meaning that it should be able to manipulate and change a person's dreams. Through dreams you could theoretically manipulate a person's subconscious. You can compare it to the Mind Stone from Marvel. It could be used to do a full dive into another person's mind and get a batter picture of how they tic. If taken to the ultimate conclusion, the Dream Stone would be able to change a person's mind and outlook.

Those are all I know for now- I'll update you if I find out more!

Anyways, buh byee!

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oh? really? ahw - geez ahw! well im glad im entretaining to read ! <3 I love you guys comment and ask <3 everyone of you! every single thing you say! matters a lot <3 now lets see! "Goldie says that the North Star is akin to a Dream Stone." really? well, mmh even in old lore, Golden did mentioned many magic objects. as a joke mostly but.. yea.. mh mmh well, ok, if we take this theory we can maybe make sense of it. we know these are AI- ROBOTS - no actual brain, but also.. magic can manipulate metal and robots, part of me thinks Golden is not a robot but a half robot-half organic creature.. ergo why he can make kids, get married and be powerfull..

now now.. mh , with all there magic nonesense, and traveling. Im guessing, these arent robots anymore, and they dont even know it yet.. maybe they develop more organic parts, as they kept messing around time - space and magic, and they just didnt notice- becuase the only organic thing is their mind,.. and organic is even too much.. maybe magic just gaved them a extra power to think, feel and act more human than before, reason why sudedently magic affects them

also, as you say! dreams dont make sense - but there is many types of dreams, one where you just go in many funky places, or more "grounded dreams" like say, buying a thing and getting stressed out you must pay too much, and you wake up and you think "I didnt even needed that thing!" so like, for me, there must be a point that, maybe Sun and Moon - even Monty, why not? got into a deep sleep, so deep they dont know it yet.. there's why nothing makes sense - because they are streaming their dreams... they are streaming their dreams, and they dont know it.. the editor, is the only one who knows, and maybe find it hilarous ! so they keep the show running.. this is meta.. oh god..

#sams #the sun and moon show #I stop here or I'll lose my head #when I reply #I write as I think reason why my ask arent that clean and are long hahah #let put a tag in case this gets bigger hahah #sams - dream theory

[keisurin]

station 16 ; kuroo tetsurou

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“you have now reached station 16,” the automated message ringed into your ears. you and kuroo decided to meet up there since it was the location you both linked at and the agency wasn’t too far from there. being at that station made you realised you haven’t been in miyagi for quite awhile. “it’s been almost a week, i should go home tonight or get a hotel,” you planned to yourself since komori and his family had plans and you did’t feel like staying at their house while they weren’t there.

“lost in your thoughts?” kuroo ruffled your hair. “hey! don’t mess with my hair.” kuroo giggled when you started to brush your hair out properly using your phone screen as a mirror. “don’t worry, you look good,” he spoke making you stop alomg with the fact he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear giving you goosebumps. “lets go.”

taking one train to get to your destination, with a bit of walking you reached the agency. standing infront of the door you blew into your hands for some warmth.

“nervous?” kuroo asked. “like hell i am.”

the silence you created while your eye’s were plastered into kuroo’s made him feel the cold you did. “you got this y/n,” kuroo said as he stuck out his fist for a fist bump. your eyes examined his fist then the ground. you chuckled softly thinking about how friendly his gestures had been to you. so friendly like nothing happened yesterday.

the i love you. maybe kuroo forgot about it, it’s not like he gave time for that type of stuff but it had been stuck in your head. it didn’t bother you, you just wanted to know in which way. which type of i love you was it? a friendly one where someone would end up saying yea i love you but as a friend or was it the romantic type of way? one which would end up with a relationship— why were you even thinking about this? the answer doesn’t matter. you snapped out of you thoughts knowing that being here could potentially end up with you having a successful career, you should have to worry about what you he intended or didn’t.

“it’s you and me?” you smiled and fist bumped kuroo making him smile.

“it’s you and me.”

you walked in the agency having to go through some official personnel. the entrance smelled like really good paper, there was muffled talking and some camera’s clicking sounds. felt like home to you or at least a heaven.

“this is ms.kane’s room, she’s free to meet up with you now,” one of the workers guided you two and left with a smile and a bow.

wanting this nervousness to go away you straight away entered. “goodmorning ms.kane, it’s an honour to be here,” you knew how confident you can be. this is any other meet up you’ve have with your friends. it’s okay.

“goodmorning l/n,” you noticed the shocked look she had on her face. you were afraid you looked bad or something. you took a glance at kuroo but he gave you the signal to walk in. “i see you’ve brought in kuroo aswell but y/n i didn’t think you’d look so young,” you laughed at the comment. she was so sweet, you didn’t see how this could go bad.

it seemed to be a casual job interview, “when did you start?” “why do you do photography.” all simple answer questions. you wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for photography. you don’t know what you’d be doing without photography, life would probably just be extremely boring without it. you three we’re having a grandtime, she asked if kuroo would like to model for them to which he said a simple maybe. at this point he was kinda just sitting there like he was you manager or better yet, your bodyguard.

but suddenly, kane’s voice got deeper, “y/n, we really love your work here in kaneko and we’d be super lucky to have you here.” but. you knew something was coming. “but one of your potential models doesn’t seem comfortable with it.” you snickered to yourself. who else could it have been than kosuke nao? “we are willing to give you a chance although if you can’t cooperate then- okay that’s crazy,” kuroo stepped in. “you’re telling y/n to cooperate or else what? she’ll get fired? im sorry for my bad manners but it’s not y/n’s fault if anything happens. she is nothing but mature. i don’t know who this model is you’re taking about but i have a pretty good idea on who it is. you tell them that hey should be able to cooperate cause y/n knows what is right to do.”

there was silence filling the room, you saw the way kuroo’s eyebrows furrowed angrily. “i understand. i’m sorry,the model kosuke is just a very trusted model here at kaneko- ah so it was kosuke,” kuroo once again cut in. “did he do something to you?” kane was clearly curious.“constant backlash on y/n since last year, the cause of y/n’s fall down, spread of rumours, took y/n’s photos and said he took him by himself. he’s not my most favourite person i’ve met this year,” you couldn’t help but hold in your smile. he sounded like such a badass, a badass that was saving you? heaven.

“i had no idea, im so sorry this happened to you y/n and i’m sorry for assuming way too quickly though i will have to speak to kosuke first.” you nodded and took a glance at kuroo who was staring at you. “thank you,” you mouthed to him. “well this interview was fun,” kane awkwardly laughed. “y/n you are such a strong person, thank you for coming here today and speaking on this situation. thank you aswell kuroo. for the mean time i still have to discuss this so please be patient and we’ll get back to you as soon as possible.” the professional talk made you cringe yet you liked the reassurance that you still had a chance.

after a few more words, you and kuroo were dismissed but before you two were about to leave, kane called you two, “by the way, i would like to know, are you two dating?” you choked on your saliva. “i- um no?” you quickly respoded to which kane laughed and smiled. “i see, well see you soon l/n.” swiftly bowing and leaving you and kuroo looked at each other once again.

it seemed to be a thing that would happened every hour with you two. that quiet yet comfortable few seconds of just looking into each others eyes. but this time it was different. you jumped in for a hug. the height difference made you tip toe a bit. “this is probably going to be my 420th thank you to you,” you softly chuckled. “that number, really?” “shh don’t talk about it.”

you both parted from the hug, “uh i’ll walk you back to komori’s place?” he asked. “oh no it’s okay i have to like transport my bags from sakusa’s place then find a hotel cause i was supposed to go back to miyagi today but then the interview came and i’m kinda tired so i don’t have the energy, and now komori isn’t even home so i don’t really wanna stay there like it’s a lounge area.” “sakusa allowed you to keep your bags at his place? impressive.” “right?” you giggled and started to walk to the exit and hummed trying to plan what do to. “you want to stay at my place?” that offer made you jump. “damn kuroo, get my number first, be a gentleman!” you joked. “sleep on the streets tonight.” “why sleep on the streets when i can sleep on your cold floor!” “because you belong to the streets.” you had the pikachu shocked face activated an kuroo had his hyena laugh on. “let’s go collect your bags,” kuroo ruffled your hair like he did earlier.

haa. you were falling for him.

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