#T-S&MS FANDOM

[azulathetrashyler]

Tickle hc’s for the T-S&MS gang👍 (Sun&moon show)  hope this reaches the right people- 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀                                             

Sun: definitely a ler-leaning!switch~

100% tries to get moon but gets wrecked instead Bc he’s not the sneakiest of Ler’s.

death-spots: Rays, hips, knee’s (front and behind) and sides👍 has thought about using tickling as a way to keep eclipse under control but scrapped it (like staff did eclipse- ✨AU reference✨) bc he started thinking it might affect him aswell.

A/N: (I’m bad at HC’s -) Whenever he DOES get moon, it’s usually bc he’s (Moons) stressing out and distracted Over a bunch of shit👍 (That’s all I can think of off the top of my mind bout sun- we shall move onto.....)

moon: mainly a ler. But is fine with lee’s retaliating.

most common lee is sun, but has tickled Freddy. (We all know where I got that one)

death-spots: sides, hips, elbow-joints and knee’s. (Same as sun)

100% after an episode where sun was being a gremlin, moon wrecked him. (And stressful ones👍)

(annnnd I’m out- ONTO ECLIPSE >:3) eclipse: doesn’t tickle people often, but is surprisingly a lee-leaning switch?

has thought of tickling someone when he’s in control of sun’s body, just to fuck with people. him and lunar 100% have tickle fights (bc COME ON- LUNAR SAID THE FUCKING T-WORD. T W I C E ) death-spots (if someone manages to get him-): rays, elbow joints, hips, neck, sides and knee’s. (Again same as sun&moon.)

Onto the brand new BEBEH💙

lunar: lee-leaning switch, like eclipse.

(c’mon- HE SAID THE WORD.) 100% (heavily inspired by a certain comic) tickles eclipse when he’s being an ass.

death-spots: basically everywhere- aside from feet. None of em are ticklish there bc as moon once said, their shoes are glued on👍 if you boop him, it tickles more than you’d expect. Same with poking him in the cheeks -w- pinching his cheeks will cause a giggle-fit 👍

he’s ticklish on his palms bc it’s underrated 🤩

main lee’s: eclipse, and on rare occasion, Freddy. (We all know why~)

Bloodmoon(my AU): we don’t know much about him, but I’d say a ler who’s alright with someone retaliating👍 in my AU, he’s Like a more deranged & feral spinel who thinks hurting children is immoral, & since lunar is basically still a child (he ain’t even 2 months old yet as of typing this I think-) he refuses to hurt him, so whenever lunar is being a little shit, blood will often just- tickle-punish lunar👍 So yeah

main lee: Lunar (and eachother back when they could split into two beings)

deathspots: neck, hips, knee’s & palms (bc it’s underrated ✨)

absolute kill-spot: Under their left arm! But be very careful when tickling here, as this spot could also potentially kill them- damn you Ruin💢

#Tickle headcanons #sun&moon #lee!sun #lee!moon #ler!sun #ler!moon #lee!eclipse #lee!lunar #ler!eclipse #ler!lunar #just spit-ballin #take my bullshit #sfw tickle community #100% projecting with some of em #betcha can’t figure out which~ #madcat If you see this #I have done this on no sleep #💙 #T-S&MS FANDOM #ler!bloodmoon #lee!bloodmoon

[karalynlovescake]

THE CENTENNIAL HUSBANDS 2024 BIG BANG IS LIVE!

You can read my fic on Ao3 - Entropy and Optimism, rated T, 56k words, complete at 13 chapters.

Hob Gadling is offered immortality by Death in 1389 and he meets with her every 100 years. In his dreams, he befriends and grows close with a man who he knows is Death's brother, but who never gave Hob his name. After a disaster in the late 1700's ties him even closer to Death, Hob sees his Stranger less and less, and believes his choices are to blame. Meanwhile, exhausted by seeing Death everywhere he goes and heartsick over losing his relationship with her brother, in 1889 he tells her that while he still wishes to live, he does not want to see her again.

Hob goes over a hundred years with no word from either of them, until one day two women with two talking ravens show up and tell him that his friend desperately needs his help. He embarks on the quest, hoping to once again see his mysterious Stranger, who he learns must be the King of Dreams. But when he arrives in the Dreaming he finds two people he has never met ruling, his friend asleep as if under a spell, and the kingdom falling apart around them, with the legions of Hell trying to invade.

And check out the art from my amazing artist Koresephone !!!

@koresephone66

The plot for this story started out as the plot of the novel Paladin of Souls by Lois McMaster Bujold, which is one of my favorite novels ever written. I consider it to be an absolute masterpiece of writing and plot weaving. It won a Hugo, a Nebula AND a Locus award for a REASON, and Ms Bujold is a far better writer than I am.

I had to change a lot of stuff to make the plot fit the setting and characters. So much stuff that I debated is it really even the same story anymore? Apparently very few people in the active fandom are familiar with the Bujold novel, which meant no one would see exactly what I was trying to do.

But it also meant that there was no one out there who was going to write this story if I didn't write it! This is the first novel-length story I've ever completed, and my first big bang, and honestly if you're going to borrow, borrow from the best of the best, right? I was already using Neil's characters, and I think I did a pretty good job!

I'd love to hear if you enjoy it!

#sandman fanfic #Centennial husbands big bang #CHBB 2024 #my fanfic #dreamling fanfic #novel length ! #dreamling #Paladin of Souls

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello how are you,

You said you follow a lot of series. What other series are you into? What series of manga do you have? And which series are you willing to experiment with?

I follow too many fandoms to count, from video games to books, manga, movies, and stuff in between to count them all. My newest series I've gotten into it Delicious in Dungeon, it's funny and well written, but I'm still new to that.

As far as the manga series I have:

-Record of Ragnarok

-Overlord

-My Hero Academia

-My Hero Academia: Vigilantes

-One Punch Man

-Komi Can't Communicate

-Tokyo Revengers

-Monster Musume

-Ancient Magus' Bride

-Let's Buy the Land and Cultivate it in Another World

-Hunting in Another World with my Elf Wife

-Flying Witch

-That Time I got Reincarnated into a Slime

-Demon Slayer

-XXX Holic

-XXX Holic Rei

-Cardcaptor Sakura

-Cardcaptor Sakura Clear Card

-I've been Killing Slimes for 300 Years and Maxed out my Level

-I was a Bottom-Tier Bureaucrat for 1500 Years and the Demon King Made me a Minister

-A Centaur's Life

-Machimaho: I Messed up and MAde the Wrong Person into a Magical Girl

-The Alchemist who Survived Now Dreams of a Quiet City Life

-Spy X Family

-Plus Sized Elf

-Plus Sized Elf Second Helping

-The Titan's Bride

-I'm not a Succubus

-Nurse Hitomi's Monster Infirmary

-Sailor Moon

-Ah My Goddess

-Otherworldly Izakaya Nobu

-You Like Me, not my Daughter?

-My Room is a Dungeon Rest Stop

-Me and My Brothers

-Ouran High School Host Club

-My Love Story

-Honey So Sweet

-Magic Knights Rayearth

-Thigh High

-Wish (by Clamp)

-Eyeshield 21

-Who Says Warriors can't be Babes?

-Giant Spider and Me

-I Married my Best Friend to Shut my Parents Up

-Manly Appetites

-Our Dining Table

-Saki the Succubus

-Saber Marionette J

-Miyuki-Chan in Wonderland

-Satan's Secretary

-Shirahime-Syo (by Clamp)

-My Girlfriend is a T-Rex

-Chobits

-Cyborg 009

-Saiyuki

-Saiyuki Reloaded

-Magi

-Love Hina

-Negima!

-Negima?! Neo

-Suppose a Kid from the Last Dungeon Boonies moved to a Starter Town

-No Need for Tenchi

-Sorcerer Hunters

-3x3 Eyes

-Street Fighter II

-Sakura Ganbaru!

-Street Fighter Alpha

-Street Fighter III Ryu Final

-Hetalia!

-High School of the Dead

-My Dress Up Darling

-The Way of the Househusband

-The Masterful Cat is Depressed Again Today

-Yakuza's Guide to Babysitting

-Beauty and the Feast

-My Senpai is Annoying

-A Man and his Cat

-In the Land of Leadale

-Drugstore in Another World

-Farming Life in Another World

-Bofuri

-Savior's Book Cafe Story in Another World

-Magic Artisan Dahlia Wilts No More

-I'm a Behemoth, an S-Ranked Monster, but Mistaken for a Cat, I live as an Elf Girl's Pet

-Wood Woof Story I told you to Turn me into a Pampered Pooch, not Fenrir!

-Cutie and the Beast

-Ms. Kozumi Loves Ramen Noodles

-If It's for my Daughter, I'd even Defeat a Demon Lord

-Reborn as a Polar Bear: The Legend of how I became a Forest Guardian

-Restaurant to Another World

-So I'm a Spider, So What?

-Kaiju Girl Caramelize

-She Professed Herself Pupil of the Wise Man

-Kuma Kuma Kuma Bear

-I Shall Survive Using Potions

-Reincarnated as a Sword

This one took me a while lol, but I have been collecting my series for over 20 years now so I guess that's understandable.

[dearweirdme]

You’d have to wonder why Daeun is posting things that are bringing huge hate to her -( especially from jikooks & fake lil7’s - her comment sections on instagram are just awful ) if there’s not something real there - she certainly isn’t getting herself popularity , so ‘clout chasing’ seems extremely unlikely.

And on this subject- the fandom is showing itself to be hypocritical in the extreme

All the things they hyped about t*ennie & were ‘proof’ & so wonderful & everyone should support the real relationship…

Now, a well known woman is showing as much ‘proof’ as the bp woman did, but it’s ‘fake’ & suddenly jikookers believe she’s using cosplayers- which is weird because apparently cosplayers was a ridiculous concept a year ago…

And somehow, it’s all Tae’s fault - how that’s possible when he’s literally in MS & has absolutely nothing to do with anything she’s posting, is a mystery- but as usual, it’s all his fault.

I’d like someone to explain why jikookers are posting the Paris video under taekook posts - what’s the correlation?

Are they saying that T*enmie is real & so is Daeun & Jm? Because genuinely, what does that video have to do with ANYTHING that currently happening?

It’s certainly not the ‘gotcha moment’ they seem to think - trying to involve Tae just shows how frightened of him they (understandably) are.

They’re mad at Taekookers too - well tough. They put us & Tae through hell, so they shouldn’t be surprised if they get some of it back. Although, most Taekookers are not saying much on the tl- as usual, Taekookers are too nice - not all obviously, but on the whole. There will always be exceptions.

They’ll get their company content soon & then they’ll feel all better & forget about the woman they’re being so misogynistic about.

Hi anon!

Yeah Jkkrs using Taennie right now is them kicking out in frustration.

I’ve never felt the need to talk about Jm and Daeun before. I’m a tkk blog and Jm’s shenanigans aren’t a part of Tkkry for me. Tkkrs and Jkkrs would be able to just never communicate and live in their separate spaces, but there’s so often something that makes us/them search each other out. I can’t even begin to tell you how many times it’s actually been a Jkkrs who was the first to send me an aak when something interesting happened. People just want to be right, and at times I feel that for some it’s almost more important that they defeat the other side, than that they actually care about their people in their ship.

I feel like Daeun actually showed us more real stuff than Jennie ever did. Most of what we got from Taennie was ‘leaked footage’ or a pr move.

Jkkrs used Taennie to solidify their own ship. They were almost like ‘see, you aren’t right.. but we are’. I don’t usually feel the need to do that. I think Jkk is easily debunked without throwing another person in the mix.

#fandom shenanigans #straws

[kittleskittle]

can we like. forcibly eject all of the t///e/rf//s, ra/d//fe/ms or whatever the fuck from this fandom? the fact that i just had to block multiple OBVIOUS accounts of this type (as in, these descriptors are right in the handle names) after noticing them engaging with my aloy art is simultaneously horrifying and disgusting to me. It's just heartbreaking, man. i don't feel welcome in this fandom anymore, and this is one of the big reasons. just such a bummer when it was such a decent space for so long.

i guess my point with this is block this garbage on sight, don't give them any reason to get comfortable here, and especially don't give them a platform to spew their awful rhetoric.

#vent #it also goes without saying that aloy is not your fucking icon #she'd hate you lmao

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Of all the criticisms that Marvel/the MCU gets, the one I can’t get behind is the “aimlessness” critique. Maybe this is just me, but I like world-building and getting to explore different characters. I also like how each project since Phase 3 has been its own thing, whether it’s a take on wuxia, a Christmas adventure, a horror movie, or a spy thriller. But the fact that so many people are clamoring for the next big team-up is...well, it feels disappointing. 

For me, it feels like people aren’t really trying to watch the content. Instead, it’s watching the content in order to get hints of what the next big content will be. I saw this a lot when Ms. Marvel dropped the M word. The whole discussion about the show just became about the future of the X-Men instead of discussing what actually was shown in the show, like the exploration of the Partition or Kamala’s coming-of-age journey.

Along the same lines of “aimlessness”, it annoys me immensely whenever I scroll through the Marvel subreddits and see that people aren’t sure who the “main character” is of Phase 4 and 5. Because, yes, even though multiple heroes are getting their own titles, the MCU absolutely needs to have a main character (this is sarcasm). I don’t want to drop the r*a*c*i*s*t word, or even the s/e/x/i/s/t word because that might be an overblown statement...but I’m not gonna lie, it’s a little uncomfortable that people are looking at the current roster of heroes and going, “None of them feel like the main character!”

It’s just...ugh. I hate how a lot of discussions I’m seeing in the Marvel fandom are about wondering what the next major event crossover is instead of just enjoying the actual content. I don’t really care about Moon Knight becoming an Avenger, I care more about how Marc and Steven will react when they learn about Jake. Does that make sense?

Not to say that I’m not excited about the 2025 Avengers movies, because I am. It just feels like people are so desperate to have that Infinity War/Endgame experience again that we aren’t actually enjoying the content anymore. And by the way, crossover event fatigue is an actual thing! That’s what happened in the comics! Just saying.

#MCU #marvel #fandom criticism #mcu phase 4 #mcu phase four #shang chi #hawkeye #doctor strange #black widow #falcon and the winter soldier #ms marvel #kamala khan #moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #the avengers #avengers #spider-man #wanda maximoff #eternals #she hulk #loki laufeyson

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Tuesday, April 9

Cordelia: Somebody is after me! They just tried to kill Ms. Miller? Uh, she was helping me with my homework. And Mitch! And Harmony?! This is all about me! Me, me, me! Xander: Wow! For once she's right! Buffy: So you've come to *me* for help. Cordelia: (nods) Because you're always around when all this weird stuff is happening. And I know you're very strong, and you've got all those weapons... I was kind of hoping you were in a gang.

~~Buffy Episode #11: "Out of Mind, Out of Sight" ~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

the spark (Spike, unrated) by ialwayscomewhenyoucall

Try to Keep Satisfied (Buffy/Spike, E) by ClowniestLivEver

Birthday Blues (Buffy/Spike, E) by RavenLove12

What I Like About Spike (Buffy/Spike, E) by RavenLove12

Play Thing (Buffy/Spike, E) by Maxine Eden

[Chaptered Fiction]

Catching Heat Ch. 1 (Buffy/Tara, E) by mabus101

The Witching Hour: Ch, 1/25 () by TheLightdancer

In the Company of Witches and Slayers Ch. 4/200 (Willow/Tara, E) by VladimirHarkonnen (TheLightdancer)

A Reincarnation in Sunnydale Ch. 35/? (Buffy/Angel, M) by DracoRim98

Goodbye to Everything That I Knew Ch. 28/30 (Buffy/Spike, M) by My_Barbaric_Yawp

Angel Doesn’t Know Ch. 1/? (Buffy/Spike, E) by My_Barbaric_Yawp

With Arms Wide Open Ch. 28/? (Buffy/Giles, E) by jaybird023

Ripped Stockings Ch. 1/? (Jenny/Giles, E) by TheClowniestLivInExistence

The Reason Why Ch. 7 (Buffy/OC, M) by Xyex

Switch Swith Ch. 1-10/10 COMPLETE (Buffy/Spike, E) by sunalso

Ashes to Ashes, We All Fall Down Ch 1-2/2 COMPLETE (Spike/Drusilla, unrated) by Scar_Eve

hit rewind Ch. 47/? (Buffy/Spike, M) by untiljanuary

49 Cemeteries Ch. 21 (Buffy/Spike,, T) by firemanwhenthefloodsrollback

Early One Morning , Chapter 31 (Buffy/Spike, E) by all choseny

The Neighbor's Point of View, Chapter 98 (Buffy/Spike, G) by the_big_bad

Celebrating You, Chapter 7 (Buffy/Spike, E) by RavenLove12

Sculpture of Dance , Chapter 11 (Buffy/Spike, M) by Desicat

Hope is the thing with feathers, Chapter 2-9 (Buffy/Spike, E) by will_

Her Villanelle, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, M) by Geliot99

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork:Buffy & Spike () by novivi

Artwork:Buffy () by bethrnoora

Artwork:Cordy, Willow, and Buffy () by yarboyandy

Artwork:Angel & Cordy () by artsying-ifer

Artwork:Dark Willow & Dawn () by fox-toothed

Icons: Slayers icons () by onegirlinallthewrld

Video: BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER - Barbie Promo (Fan Trailer) () by Trailerventure

[Reviews & Recaps]

BTVS/Angel Rewatch Chronicles: Seasons 5/2, Part Two by QualifiedApathetic

Mothman’s Buffy Rewatch, Season 2, episode 22, Becoming (Part 2) by mothmans-wedding-photographer

[Community Announcements]

Spring 2024 Round - Pick a Theme by seasonal-spuffyAs promised we are back for the spring round. We still haven't found a new home for Seasonal Spuffy. The sad news is that this round will be our last round on lj/dw. We hope you help us spread the word, so we can go out with a great last round.

Tuesday: Vices by comment-fic

I run a discord server for Buffyverse rarepairs. by riley-summers

[Fandom Discussions]

Was thinking about Riley being an annoying character and something came to mind. by clockwards

Sorry thinking about Buffy breaking down to Tara again and Spike and Tara’s gentle friendship. by clockwards

“came back wrong” trope except she came back normal by thirstghosting

Ughhhh ew who is this Riley bitch. by loonyoz

what if faith during her redemption arc tried being a dog walker by annieofhearts

Summarizing the shit I’ve been ranting about to my buffy freaks this week re: “you arent the source of me” by breezybeej

Oh man, the Nice Guy energy radiating off Xander when Buffy turns him down for the dance is insane. by nicnacsnonsense

Literally one of my all time favorite interactions in btvs by hersterical

nothing makes me more evil than seeing someone misinterpret daniel “oz” osbourne of buffy the vampire slayer fame. by joe-spookyy

My favorite part of Buffy The Vampire Slayer by transgender-spiderman

What if Buffy fell in love with Spike first and was the one running around like a crazy weirdo by skyegraves21

maybe i don't understand how relationships work. by momsforroadhead

Bangel and Cangel parallels II by oveliagirlhaditright

Some Bangel and Cangel Parallels I've Noticed and Decided to Compile Together for Fun by oveliagirlhaditright

these are my picks for the best Buffy episodes in every slot of each season. by coraniaid

People in whose image The First should have appeared at least once during Season 7: by coraniaid

I feel like After Life did a great job at showing depression/loss by Anyanka_Tin

Bronze: 2024 music update by thepalebeast91

Rewatcher: anyone else annoyed with Ash&Angel episodes? by Prestigious_Olive_19

How was Angel enter into the apartment Faith broke into in s1e18 “Five by Five”? by dude19832

The loose ends - and how should they have been tied up? by artmalique

What are the best storylines in your least favorite season? by sadhungryandvirgin

First time watch by BlazinAsianNation

Was Faith justified in her anger at Buffy in "This Year's Girl"? by jdpm1991

Does Angel have photographic memory? by Slayerette444

I love these dresses Willow wears, but have no idea what to look for to find them. by Xandertheokay

Would The Key's identity be safe with you if you were Tara or Spike? by PristineSituation498

What happens to watchers after their slayer dies? by Helpplease49257

Are the monks in S4 complete morons or am i missing something? by FormerlyKnownAsBeBa

How could a Giles/Joyce storyline work? by jogaforacont

Watching Buffy for the first time. About to start Season 2. by Stradiwhovius_

Xander is fine. I don't know what my problem was. by LeoraJacquelyn

Buffy/Angel Relationship Timeline by BeneficialGrade8930

the Prophecy Girl speech by BPD-and-Lipstick

"Reptile Boy" and Wolfram & Hart by SvenVersluis2001

4x2/4 a problem I have with each by ukcountrylover

Some highlights from my Sunnydale Sims 4 save file by missssinister

Unpopular opinion… by Happycatmother

Mark Metcalf as The Master by Smykster

This sub is really hostile at times. by telomeres-

[Articles, Interviews, and Other News]

PUBLICATION: Before Willow, Larry Was the Gay Representation on 'Buffy' by Instinct Magazine

PUBLICATION: Buffy the Vampire Slayer Took an Idea From Xena: Warrior Princess and Perfected It by Den of Geek

PUBLICATION: All 13 Buffy The Vampire Slayer Characters Who Appeared In Angel (& When) by Screen Rant

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[bookscandlesnbts]

"I’m not fully convinced that JK wants to be working this hard tbh. He loves being on stage, but with some of his latest performances, his energy is different. I don’t know how to explain it, but those that can see it, see it.“

Same feeling here. I’ve been disappointed by most of his recent performances - the fact that I don’t vibe with Seven and even less with 3D surely does not help but still, he does not seem to be that much into it imo. The interviews around the singles were a bit boring, but I find the songs boring anyway so I don’t know why I expected more..He did say recently he doesn’t have as much energy as he used to. I think he’s working hard right now, I hope he’s not burning himself out. I just can’t help but wonder if it’s truly what he wanted or if he wants to prove something, to us fans but also to himself. Which is fine but I just hope he’s not pushing himself too much to prove us something, he has already shown how great of an artist he is. His schedule is crazy these days…

Honestly I’m also disappointed, I was expecting him to be credited at least for one song. I hope it was his choices, if he’s happy with how things went then it’s all good but imo it would have been smarter to go for less songs, like a mini album, but more involvement from his part even if minimal.The collabs, the overhype and Scooter involvement killed my curiosity, it’s like those beautiful cakes you see at the baker but then it doesn’t taste much - it’s not like you won’t eat it, but it’s not as good as it looked like it would be… dumb parallel maybe sorry. I’m sure I’ll like some songs but I’m not expecting much.He was lacking inspiration it’s pretty clear now, and it’s not a shame I absolutely don’t blame him, but I guess he felt pressured to release something big but somehow I don’t feel the connection. I just hope he’s doing okay.

The interview that Bang PD did a couple days ago is linked here: https://x.com/daily_jkupdate/status/1712671267667705932?s=46&t=qPnJMLyaHtW8TW1s2gwVIg

Because these are the facts. We aren’t toxic stans for wanting more or wishing this rollout was different. I’m not a toxic stan for wishing that JK wouldn’t have been pressured to do an album at all, because I don’t think he wanted to, and in this interview, Bang PD even said that JK wasn’t sure about releasing an album. But Bang PD let 🛴 get involved and I’m sure he knows JK’s star power and pushed him into doing a couple songs and then an album. And like I mentioned before, I could see the members producing a solo album before MS (besides Jin who had to enlist right away because of his age) as part of their contract. That left JK with no time to fulfill that because he hadn’t come up with any solid songs on his own.

Western interviews are always awkward. For everyone involved. I think JK did a great job persevering considering he was on his own, but I’m sure he wasn’t too thrilled or comfortable doing it. I’m a music lover, so the songs weren’t my cup of tea either. Seven was catchier and the clean version was more tolerable. But yeah, I’m not a toxic stan or a bad JK fan for not being obsessed with Seven or 3D. I’m hoping that I like some of the songs on Golden and that JK connects with them. Because we know he puts his heart and soul into songs that mean something to him. Re: him recording Letter.

I’m not disappointed because I wasn’t expecting it. JK quite literally told us on lives he hadn’t been working on any music. So, considering the fast timeline, I’m not surprised he had nothing still since it comes out in a few weeks. The collabs and the overhype from 🛴 both suck but I’m hoping that we get some solid JK solo tracks too the ones without features.

I also hope he’s doing okay. I empathize with his position. I love him as a human. But I’m not a mindless robot that burns myself out streaming songs I don’t like all in the name of fandom either. Hopefully, I’ll like some of the songs, and I’ll listen to those. Thanks for sharing your opinions.

#jungkook #jeon jk #jeon jungkook #jungkook golden #golden jungkook #asks #anon asks

[angelofrainfrogs]

Spend the Night: Ch. 22

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

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

Description: The familiar melody of Grandfather’s Clock chimes through the echoing halls of the Pizzaplex…

Charlie wakes up in her Puppet’s vessel yet again with one goal in mind: to stop William Afton’s reign of terror for good. She enlists the help of Glamrock Freddy, the emphatic leader of the newest iteration of the Fazbear Band. But there seems to be more to this bear than meets the eye—and the same goes for the mysteriously familiar kid the duo find tinkering with animatronics down in Parts & Service.

With some help from friends new and old, Charlie’s journey into the bowels of the Pizzaplex will unravel mysteries none of them ever expected. 

Rating: T

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Aren't we having lots of fun Whoa oh oh Live the nightmare again Aren't we having lots of fun Whoa oh oh We will sleep when we're dead Aren't we having lots of fun

~Lots of Fun by Tryhardninja~

The bear kept a steadfast watch while the others slept, and they got a solid few hours of rest before the commotion outside began. Originally, it seemed like the dayshift staff was slow to arrive—in reality, they were simply looking elsewhere in the Pizzaplex as it was immediately clear that Chica and Roxy weren't in their rooms. Freddy peered out the window just in time to see Sophie's familiar face marching towards his door.

“Everyone, wake up!” Freddy exclaimed in a whisper, rushing over to lightly nudge the group awake. “Dayshift staff is coming to check on me—hide in the back until they are gone!”

The day guard didn’t seem as easygoing as she was yesterday. This was bad. Really bad. Half their robots were missing. Someone had swiped the refurbished Foxy animatronic before they had a chance to announce his grand revival—a fact few staff even knew about. Roxy Raceway was smoldering when Sophie arrived at the Pizzaplex.

Mr. Emily couldn't come into work and see this. Despite his kind heart, Sophie had a feeling the high-strung man wouldn't hesitate to fire all of them for such a fiasco.

“Freddy!” She knocked, unaware of the issue that the team was having waking up Gregory.

The kid was out cold. It hadn't taken Charlie or Michael much time to get up, but because of how sleepy Gregory had been, he was waving them off and rolling over to ignore their pleas to wake. The kid mumbled something about feeling too sick for school before Charlie went to pull the blankets off of him—

Then, the door unlocked with a master key and security guard Sophie let herself in past the threshold, only to blink at the oddball group.

Right. That was another thing: the Fazbear Entertainment heirs had stopped by for a check-in.

“Uh... Pardon me. Mr. Afton, Ms. Emily—” she acknowledged, rightfully assuming their identities based on rumors she’d heard about special visitors.

Don't ask the snooty rich people why they were sleeping in Freddy's room, Sophie thought, slowly making her way inside. That’ll just be awkward...

“—Freddy! What the heck happened last night?!” Sophie interrogated, mindful of the sleepy child in the room by directing her anger into a rough whisper-shout.

“Ah, I... do not know, Officer Sophie; I am afraid my memory banks are still on the fritz,” Freddy said, stalling for a moment as he processed that the others were not about to be taken into custody.

It seemed Vanessa had regained consciousness in time to inform dayshift that the Afton and Emily heirs were currently visiting for an extended period. Staff were instructed to be as cordial as possible and listen to any request they had, lest they feel the wrath of the CEO bearing down upon them with swift consequences.

Michael had frozen along with Charlie as the door was wrenched open, staring wide-eyed at the intruding woman. He recognized her from yesterday, though she sounded in a much fouler mood than before—rightly so, he had to concede, for the stress of losing three of the main animatronics in a giant Megamall would certainly make anyone a little snippy. Upon realizing their ruse from last night still held up, Michael allowed the tension in his shoulders to relax, shifting his face into the more serious imitation of his father. He acknowledged Sophie with a light nod, then went back to trying to gently wake up Gregory, though not nearly in as much of a panic.

Gregory gently batted Mike's hand as it nudged him. He was determined to sleep, and hugged his Freddy plushie accordingly.

“Freddy... Are you lying to me? I know you’d been escorting our uh... friends around.” Sophie said, with lack of a better way to describe the surprise guests. The two other people in the room were dressed like they’d grabbed stuff off the racks in a dark room, all things she recognized as merch from their stores. Though referring mentioning such a thing with or without provocation would certainly end in Sophie’s termination.

Charlie finally managed to get Gregory to wake up by sliding his plushie from under his arms and earning a frustrated simmer of words.

“Why is everyone being annoying?!” Gregory moaned, stopping Sophie in her accusations while she watched the tiny, presumed Afton complain.

“Shush, Gregory,” Michael said tartly, though he made sure to run a hand over the boy's hair to show his tone was just for show. “We've got a visitor.”

“I am not programmed to lie,” Freddy responded to Sophie, his face a mask of innocent confusion. “As you said, I have been escorting the Afton and Emily heirs around all night... I did not notice anything amiss.”

The bear glanced towards the trio questioningly, head tilted in detached deference. He was a machine with selective memory loss at this moment, and that's all that he was.

“I didn't, either,” Michael said with a shake of his head. His eyes narrowed at the guard, his tone ice-cold. “Why? Is there a problem...?”

Oh fuck, Sophie was in trouble now. When she looked to Michael her face burned, a flustered red stripe glowed over her nose and onto the apples of her cheeks. Obviously he would rat her out to his father—wherever the hell he’d been all this time—about the current and ongoing issue.

Though if Mr. Afton was here, along with Mr. Emily's daughter, then surely they were here as employees? Despite the man's cold, blue stare, perhaps he was here to help...

“...Yes. Every day I've been coming in to do my security rounds, animatronics have gone missing. They've all been experiencing a personality glitch, too. We can't even find where the robots are going on the security feeds, because they stopped recording weeks ago,” Sophie admitted. After all, she wasn't the one supposed to be watching them at night!

Sophie managed to stand tall, hoping not to appear meek or inexperienced. She watched as Gregory quickly assumed a position behind Michael, gazing at her with judging, suspicious eyes. “It just doesn't make sense, sir.”

Charlie feigned a wide-eyed glance, as if surprised at this discovery. “Did you speak with the night guard?”

“Hardly. She told me the issue, that her wrist had gotten worse, that you three were visiting. Then, poof; she probably clocked out...,” Sophie explained further, acting as if she were talking before administration. Though one of the people who outranked her here was 12 years old. 

Michael’s face relaxed slightly as the poor day guard tried her best to explain the issue. He felt bad for stressing her out, but he needed to play the cool, commanding roll of authority. While he took ironic inspiration from his father, it didn’t mean he had to be exactly like William—especially in terms of compassion.

“…I see,” Mike said after a moment, his tone less sharply angry and more just annoyed. He let out a small sigh, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he looked at Sophie, who was clearly trying not to directly meet his intimidating stare.

“Well, this is certainly a major issue… but it seems like blame for lack of surveillance falls under jurisdiction of the night guard, doesn’t it?” He rolled his eyes with a click of his tongue. “Honestly, it’s insane that they only have one person to patrol this entire building after hours…”

“I am sorry I cannot be of more help,” Freddy said, looking as genuinely apologetic as a robot could. “As I have explained to you all separately, my connection to our internal network has been severed since the other night, so I have been unable to contact the other animatronics.”

“You’re not the security guard, Freddy,” Michael pointed out dryly. “It’s not your job to keep tabs on everyone…” He gave another sigh, then looked to Sophie again. “We can at least confirm that Freddy's functioning properly in Safe Mode, as he gave us a tour last night and didn’t show any issues.”

Sophie let out a breath she hadn't realized that she was holding. Michael may have intimidated her at first, though at his reassurance she allowed herself to stop fretting over whether or not she’d be blamed for the current state of the Mega Pizzaplex.

“Best case scenario, they're broken down without power, which is why they aren’t responding to the manual call-back buttons inside their rooms,” Sophie explained, looking to Freddy with an exhausted smile. “At least you're still kicking it, right, superstar? Heh…”

The bear seemed to be in better shape than the state she found him in last night anyway. Sophie’s attention was pulled back to Michael, the most adept liar of the group for answers. “And you guys didn't notice anything out of place last night then, I take it.”

“Not at all,” Mike replied easily, shifting his weight so he leaned against the couch with arms still crossed. “Well, we noticed the other animatronics weren't in their rooms—although they've always tended to wander.”

A faint, strained smile crossed his lips for just a second as his eyes flitted to Freddy. There was a slight, awkward lull in the conversation, before Michael decided to ask: “Do you need Freddy for anything today?”

Hopefully she'd say no and he could remain by their side. Although, even if the techs did want to check him out just to be safe, at least Michael was no longer afraid of being discovered and having police called on them for trespassing.

“I need Freddy to stay in his room,” Sophie replied much to the dismay of Gregory, who desperately required a proper breakfast in his stomach asap. Sophie seemed set on this, hands on her hips as she made it clear: “While dayshift’s out looking for the rest of the band, no other animatronics are to leave their rooms. Obviously we’re on temporary shut-down from customers while we find the Glamrocks. Not to mention how messy all the attractions have gotten...” She sighed, shifting into a more demure stance. “You’ve probably heard all this from the big boss already, though.”

Charlie wanted to protest Freddy’s jail time, though any excuse she had lined up wouldn't have made sense with their current situation. There technically wasn’t a need for Freddy to be outside of his room, since there was no one to entertain today. The Mall would stand empty this weekend—a rarity for the money-making pit. Luckily, Gregory spoke up in their bear friend’s defense.

“But—” he interjected, peeking from behind Michael. “—he's my friend. Mike said he gets to play with me as much as I want!”

“There's other great animatronics, too,” Sophie reminded gently, firm in her conviction on this point. “There's the Sun character from the Daycare, the DJ...”

While it wasn’t an outward no, she’d essentially told Gregory to go kick rocks.

“It is alright, Gregory,” Freddy reassured, smiling brightly. He knew it would be even stranger if the others stayed in his room all day, and he could tell that Gregory was getting hungry. Still, he hated the thought of just being stuck in his room while the other three wandered the Pizzaplex...

Although, he reasoned that they wouldn't be alone, as the entire stock of dayshift staff were around—and Freddy also hadn't forgotten about that animatronic presumably still lurking in the vents. Despite Michael's obvious hatred of the thing, Ennard had saved him and Gregory, so Freddy presumed they'd offer the same protection if circumstances became dire.

Michael had a similar thought process to Charlie—he could probably get them to let Freddy wander around by throwing the Afton name around a little harder, but it would only cause unnecessary questions. It was all well and good for a 12 year old to be attached to the bear, but his two adult caretakers should agree with the other adult in this circumstance... At least for right now.

“Hey, we can still visit Freddy anytime we want—plus, it'll be easier to find him now that we know he's staying in one spot!” Michael pointed out, looking down at Gregory and pleading with his eyes not to fight the issue. His plan was to go along with Sophie's wishes for a little bit, and then swing back and pick up Freddy after they got Gregory some food. If they were questioned about the bear, they could deal with it then.

There it was, rearing its ugly head again: Gregory was beginning to develop separation anxiety. Though clearly it would be easier to go along with their wishes, Gregory could only cross his arms and pout. There was no way to protest this without feeling like he was jeopardizing the mission. So, silently, he glared at Sophie who took this in stride.

Charlie ruffled his hair in response, doting on him while excusing his behavior. “Sorry, Ms...?”

“—Walten,” Sophie filled her in, introducing herself fully to them. “Sophie Walten.”

Charlie smiled kindly at her, holding Gregory's shoulders as she felt the boy seethe with silent anger. “You'll have to excuse him; the kid didn't sleep enough.”

“And he gets grumpy when he's hungry,” Michael added, flashing Gregory a grin much closer to his normal demeanor. Settling his face back into cool detachment, Mike looked back to Sophie. “Do you happen to know if there's any dining location in this place that sells breakfast food? We’re not quite familiar with everything yet.”

Michael hoped it would cheer Gregory up from having to part with Freddy if he could get something other than pizza, since he still seemed a little queasy from inhaling an entire one last night. Besides, who knew when the last time the kid had a proper breakfast was...

As Mike posed his question, Freddy moved closer to Gregory so the boy could stay by his side a little longer. He even patted his back gently, as that wasn't out of the realm of what Freddy might do to comfort a random, upset child. Hoisting Gregory into his arms would probably cause some questions though, so the bear avoided that for now.

Sophie softened more when Michael relented to smiling at the child. Maybe he wasn't the hard-ass she presumed him to be.

“El Chip technically sells lunches. But I get their 'Not breakfast' Burritos when I get here early enough,” Sophie offered as their solution. It was one of her favorites, the pork burrito drawing a fine line between breakfast and lunch but remaining mild enough to eat first thing in the morning.

“That sounds tasty—right?” Charlie asked, nudging Gregory some until she saw a faint smile on his face.

“Can I have two burritos?” Gregory asked, feeling his stomach quietly rumble at the mention of food.

“I suppose that’s fine,” Michael said with another faint smile. He patted Gregory's shoulder as he addressed Sophie, telling her: “Well, we need to get this one some breakfast. We appreciate the update on the situation, though—please let us know if anything else comes up.”

His tone indicated this wasn't a request, but a command. Mike wanted to be the first one to hear any news—they never knew what might help their situation down the line. Besides, to his knowledge there still hadn't been any update regarding Monty's missing half—a fact that Michael easily forgot about over the course of the stressful night, but was concerning nonetheless. There were only two things that could've happened: either Monty crawled away on his own, or someone took him... and Michael wasn't sure which was worse.

“Uh right—I can give you both updates, sir,” Sophie assured, nerves making her play with the hem of her shirt sleeve. “In fact, if you happen to swing by any of the security offices, you can grab some walkie-talkies stored in the desks. That way you both can stay in the know a little easier.”

She made sure to smile at both of them. Her job was on the line at this point, and as Sophie began to egress, she waved.

“I should check on the others. Stay safe, you two.” Sophie tried to sound optimistic despite the dire circumstances. Upon her departure, Charlie nudged Michael in the shoulder.

“Dude, you were going to make her pee herself.” She was barely holding back a snicker at the way Michael's acting had the security guard wracked with nerves.

“Ugh, in a way I wish I wasn't so good...,” Mike replied with a dramatic shiver, then nudged Charlie in the arm. “But look at you, playing the sweet, innocent one; you almost had me fooled for a moment there!”

Michael tried to play this comment off with a straight face, but that only lasted about three seconds before he burst out laughing at his own lame joke. Now that the coast was clear, Freddy crouched in front of Gregory and began fixing up his sleep-mussed hair, wanting him to appear as presentable as possible for the dozens of staff who'd inevitably see him. The less questions they had about the random appearance of the founders' grandchildren, the better.

It seemed Charlie could only remained straight-faced as long as Mike did. Once his dam of giggles burst, Charlie was barely holding back her own laughter. Was it lame? Yes; it was still funny to her regardless.

Gregory may have done well with a comb, though the naturally wavy hair hid how under-groomed he was. This kid probably needed a shower more than anything, still hiding the sweat and blood by simply changing his clothes whenever possible. Gregory closed his eyes as Freddy swept a claw along his bangs, trying his best to clear the boy's face of his messy hair. The cut on his cheek had faded into a thin, pink line. Bruises that were already yellow when they first saw him had disappeared into obscurity on his face.

“I'll see you soon, Dad,” Gregory said, making sure his Fazwatch was turned on with its sound on the louder side. It wouldn't hurt him to make sure they could reach Freddy whenever possible.

“Yeah, don't worry—we'll get Gregory some food and head right back to bust you out of here, alright?” Michael added, filling the others in on his plan. He stood straight-backed and, in the poshest British accent he could manage, proclaimed: “Let's see what they'll do if Michael Afton Jr. insists on keeping the robot around, hmm?”

Freddy chuckled at this display, glad to see Mike in good spirits.  Still crouched, Freddy pulled Gregory into a quick hug before letting the boy go to join his siblings. “I will see you shortly, superstar; enjoy your breakfast!”

“Eugh, dude—the voice,” Charlie griped dramatically. She pantomimed a look of nausea as Gregory gently slapped her arm while laughing at Michael's over-pronunciation.

To strangers, Mike came off as aloof and threatening with this impression. To Gregory, he sounded like Mary Poppins. It was all an act anyway, and sure, it was fun to pretend to be someone else for a while. After Gregory gave his dad a farewell hug, he parted to run between Michael and Charlie.

“If anyone asks, Gregory, who are you again?” Charlie drilled quickly, holding his hand as she quizzed him to see if he remembered what they told Vanessa yesterday.

“I'm Michael's cousin!” he replied quickly, hoping the distance in relation would excuse his lack of emotion. Surely no one would be so interested in them or their family lineage to ask such invasive questions, though it was good to have a little background.

“Perfect.” Charlie gave his hand a squeeze for luck. Soon, they were freely roaming Rockstar Row, no worries now that the sun had risen.

It was strange to see the Pizzaplex bustling with life. Though Michael and Charlie's souls had technically been around since its inception, they'd only woken up once the terrible threat of William Afton reared his ugly rabbit head yet again. Even though no guests roamed the floors, the flurry of staff running to and fro gave a hint as to what life might be like when things were normal around here.

Mike felt a pang of wistfulness as he watched a group of younger staff members chatting and laughing together. He'd given the dayshift a shot during his early years, but he had a nasty habit of getting attached to people that inevitably met an unfortunate end, so he tried to stay friendly but aloof enough that it was easy to cut ties when the time came. Despite the terror of his nightshift duties, he appreciated its solitude for similar reasons. Even so... sometimes he wondered what it would've been like if things had been different.

But he didn't need to dwell on those thoughts now—he had a family that would stick by his side through thick and thin now, and for once he dared to feel a little bit happy.

The walk to El Chips was surprisingly short, since the trio were distracted by all the bright colors of the Pizzaplex in the daylight. They also got some stares as well, but no one dared come up and speak to them. Sophie's warning that it would be in everyone's best interest not to bother them, especially the Afton boys, certainly did the trick.

The group of young adults had seen the trio coming, and after one elbowed and sharply whispered to the others, they grabbed for the nearest task to look busy. One swept over a clearly clean spot with a broom, another began wiping down a help desk, while the third pretended to answer a call.

Watching them made Charlie wistful, too. It may have seemed that she and Mike were judging the workers, but really their glares were only filled with envy. Charlie had never gotten a chance to form solidarity in a group like that when she was alive. Thankfully, she’d been given a second chance to try it with her new family.

Inside the restaurant the S.T.A.F.F. bots were busy cleaning, though one rolled behind the counter once recognizing customers coming in.

“Two burritos, please!” Gregory shouted, running up to the counter;

“That will be eight dollars and twenty six cents,” the bot replied in a scripted form.

Gregory narrowed his eyes, on his toes to be able to send a dangerous glare over the counter. “I don't have any stinking money! Just put it on Mr. Afton's tab or something!”

When the robot repeated the question, Gregory felt his bottom lip wobble. He was exhausted and hungry, and this might just be the final straw to send him over the edge. Why did all the robots around here want him to starve?

“No worries—I've got this. Gregory, keep a lookout,” Michael instructed, taking a furtive look around before hopping over the counter. When assured no human staff were wandering by, he opened a back panel in the S.T.A.F.F. bot that gave the techs quick access to its computer system. Being such a rudimentary design compared to the likes of the Glamrocks, it took Mike less than a minute to finagle some base coding around to turn off the bot's insistence on monetary compensation.

Michael closed up the back panel and returned to the correct side of the counter, waiting intently to see if his little trick worked. The robot was still for a moment as it reset, before suddenly perking up and responding:

“Thank you for your patronage. You are order number...” It paused, accessing data from the last time someone had bought food. “...87. Please listen for your number at the window. Have a Faz-tastic day.”

“Yesss!” Michael cheered quietly, pumping a subdued fist at his side when the robot wandered off to the kitchen to start preparing the food. He then glanced down at Gregory, trying to be serious despite the grin twitching up the corners of his mouth. “It's not good to tamper with company property like that, okay? If you're with anyone but us, you could get in biiiig trouble.”

Gregory felt his own smile grow as he witnessed the blatant vandalism of the robots. With both him and Charlie watching for any signs of human intervention, Gregory was excited to finally hear the order number after one grueling minute.

“Of course, Mr. Afton.” Gregory snickered, happily confident that they had the whole facility tricked into thinking they were allowed to be here.

“With Michael hacking the server bots and that fake coin of yours, we could have a fun day today,” Charlie pointed out. It would be good for them to try and unwind before what was sure to be another night of insanity.

“Oh, yeah!” Mike perked up at the mention of Gregory's handy coin on a string. He glanced to their right, where if they listened closely the faint sounds of beeping and electronic music could be heard. “You know, we're right next to the arcade... One of them, at least. If you want, we could play a few games before picking up Freddy?”

He glanced down at Gregory, wondering if the boy's desire to be a kid or his newly-formed separation anxiety from his animatronic dad would win out.

Gregory took a moment to toss the idea around in his head. It seemed as though every time they strayed from Freddy for too long, something got in the way. There was always some mishap or disaster that required immediate action. Charlie bent at the waist, shaking Gregory by the shoulders to encourage the boy’s more explorative side.

“Gregory—think of the prizes we could get,” she teased. Charlie wanted him to forget his worries for a little while, and video games were the perfect distraction.

“Alright—after I get my burritos, we should hit up the Arcade!” Gregory finally relented, conceding to the impromptu plan of relaxing with some video games. Anything to remove the lingering fear this place still held over him. Then, they would return right back to Freddy. No harm, no foul.

“Order number 87—your food is ready at the window.”

As if on cue, the S.T.A.F.F. bot's voice called to them from a little window off to the side. A bright orange tray with Freddy's face on it was set down, though the image was mostly obscured by the plate on top of it that contained two piping hot burritos. Michael grabbed the food before Gregory could crawl up on the counter and attack it in a frenzy, walking the group over to one of the little tables in the back. He set the tray down and slipped into a seat on the opposite side, patting the spot next to him for Charlie to join.

Gregory had thrown himself into the tan plastic chair. Surrounded by orange, green, and bright glowing cacti he practically vibrated under the neon lights for the burritos he’d been promised. He wasted no time as Charlie squeezed in besides Michael, mindful not to sit on his hand before looking at the food Gregory opened with envy. Sugar was one thing, but she wasn't exactly sure if they were made to withstand eating normal meals.

“How're the burritos?” Charlie asked, watching as Gregory took a bite and swallowed a portion, yet didn't seem fully satisfied until he reached for a bottle of Tabasco. He quickly poured a good fraction of sauce into the burrito before taking another critical munch.

“Tangy,” Gregory replied, trying not to spit his food everywhere as he spoke with a full mouth.

“What a rousing review,” Michael snickered.

Tentatively, more afraid of Gregory trying to bite his hand off than the consequences of what he was about to do, Mike reached for a small piece of extra pork left on the plate next to the untouched burrito. He held it up to the light, suspicious as always of Fazbear Entertainment food. Then with a shrug he put the pork into his mouth, chewing experimentally before swallowing it down with shining eyes.

“Okay, we'll see what this does to my systems in a few hours, but I sure hope we can actually eat—I missed horrible, cheap food like this,” Michael admitted, watching as Gregory inhaled the rest of his first burrito and moved onto the next one. Whereas the sugar had been sweet, the pork was even better than Mike remembered. Maybe his pure desire to taste food again was clouding his taste buds, but he didn't really care.

“Are you kidding me?” Charlie asked, wide-eyed as if the Fazbear food hadn't been everything when they were younger. Being raised on a steady diet of processed, cheesy pizza, made it Charlie's comfort food. Or, perhaps the idea of it was. “The sawdust they probably packed that burrito with is flavor country.”

As the pair spoke, Gregory was currently trying to beat the world record for most El Chip meals eaten in 30 seconds or less. That didn't even count the time he took to inject a heavy dose of Tabasco into this tortilla as well. He couldn't make for conversation, as he was busy devouring his breakfast like it was his last meal.

Mike relented with a laugh, raising his palms up in a gesture of peace. The food might be horrible in an objective sense, but he had to admit he couldn't get enough of it, either. He turned to check on Gregory, eyes widening as he saw the plate completely empty and the boy licking his fingers clean.

“Wow... I suppose we're done with breakfast then!” Michael pushed a stack of napkins towards Gregory. In his frenzy, the boy had gotten Tabasco all over his face, and Mike watched Charlie out of the corner of his eye to see if her sisterly instincts kicked in enough to try and wipe off his face again like at the diner.

No, it wasn't Charlie licking her thumb this time. She thought smarter and licked a napkin first as she leaned over the table. As Gregory attempted to escape her reach, Charlie's reflexes were superior to his. The back of his head was held in place as she dabbed the orange vinegar and spice solution from around his mouth and cheeks.

“Bluh! Pfftt—” Gregory raspberried the air, trying to get Charlie to cease her sisterly actions. This had only spurred her on out of spite.

“Oh stop! There's no one even here; are you embarrassed because I love you?” she remarked, feigning offense to his refusal in allowing her to clean him.

“No! It's because you put cooties on that napkin!” Gregory griped, entirely serious, which only made Charlie laugh harder.

“No, wait, Charlie—he's right!” Michael exclaimed, eyes wide and serious. His words caused her to pause and stare at him with a raised eyebrow. “You do have cooties...”

He shook his head with a dramatic sigh, then flashed a wicked grin. “But I don't—c’mere!”

Faster than lightening, Michael had licked his own napkin and took over Charlie's attempt to wipe the remaining half of the stubborn orange stain from Gregory's face. His shrieks of protest only made Mike laugh and work harder until, finally, Gregory was sufficiently clean enough to let go. Mike sat back in his chair with a satisfied nod, discarding the crumpled napkin on the table and smiling brightly. “See—that was much better, wasn't it?”

Oh how badly Gregory wanted to frown. As he flopped his backside back into the plastic seat Gregory tried so hard to pout. Yet a smile twitched back in at the last second.

Charlie nodded in agreement. “Much better, we can see your cute face without all that grease.”

Gregory's was red with embarrassment as he wiped away the synthetic spit. Though everything had been carefully removed by Michael, he still felt as if it was there just clinging to him.

“I'm not cute!” he protested further, then felt the need to get up and throw away his trash to escape the attention. The kid’s reaction had only made Charlie excited for the future.

How could they collectively embarrass Gregory with their familial affection in public spaces?

It reminded her of when she’d tried to be more independent, but her parents refused to let her feel like anything except their baby. Gregory may have acted mad, but Charlie could spot the hidden smile from miles away.

Surreptitiously, Mike held out a hand underneath the table for Charlie to high-five, murmuring too quietly for Gregory to hear from across the room. “Good one, sis.”

And it was true—he and Charlie were best friends to the end, but sometimes it was hard to tell where that line of friendship ended and family began. Besides, thinking logically as Freddy would, if Charlie and Michael were both Gregory’s siblings, then it stood to reason they were each other’s as well.

Charlie would try to sneak him a high-five, finding herself smiling at Michael’s little nickname for her.

“Careful,” she reminded him “That hand’s covered in cooties.”

“Who wants to get their asses kicked at Faz-Fighters?” Gregory asked upon regaining his composure. He already knew the answer though. His siblings were practically begging for one after rubbing spit all over him. Charlie stood up to let Mike have space to leave, shooting Gregory a mock glare as she rose from the chair.

“Those are strong words for someone within noogie distance,” Charlie warned him fair and square, causing Gregory to laugh and hide away by Michael’s side. The kid seemed to be in better spirits with some more food in his stomach.

“Oh, you’re on, Gregory,” Michael said, eagerly leading the way to the arcade with Gregory tagging along close to his side. “Little did you know that I was the master at arcade games back when I was your age!”

Michael’s chest puffed up a bit. He hadn’t been able to gloat like that in forever! Sure, he might be competing with a twelve year old, but he had a feeling this kid had more skills than Mike’s other siblings and the Emily’s combined. With the confidence of someone who thinks they’re unbeatable, Michael grinned down at Gregory with a raised eyebrow. “Want to make it a real competition and add a bet to this thing? I’ll even let you set the conditions.”

Charlie knew if they had any of the older games like Fruity Maze or Midnight Motorist, Gregory would be toast. However, the kid seemed to have an overabundance of confidence when it came to arcade cabinets.

“Bet? I thought we didn’t have any money!” Gregory replied with a smirk. Though that wasn’t him dismissing the idea outright. In fact, Gregory looked curious. “Alright—if I win, you gotta carry me on your shoulders and introduce me as Champion of the World.”

Charlie rolled her eyes. For a tiny kid, Gregory had a big ego. Luckily, Michael could relate at times.

“High stakes,” Charlie replied with a laugh. Gregory seemed as if he knew what he was doing. Hell, the kid risked his life to play video games, so he must love them.

Michael didn’t seem perturbed in the slightest, merely sticking out a hand for Gregory to shake on and still wearing that overconfident smirk. “Deal.”

He didn’t bother setting victory conditions for himself. The chance to take a mental and physical break from the horrors his life had become was enough of a prize. Besides, though he was loathe to admit it, watching Gregory attach himself to the Faz-Fighters game console like it was molded to his hands did give Michael pause—

But only for a second. He was the reigning champion of high scores back in the original diner, after all. Surely this would be a piece of cake.

***

It was a piece of cake… just not for Michael. In a shockingly short span of time, the kid had wiped the floor with him, leaving Mike to stare open-mouthed at the flashing screen proclaiming Gregory the victor.

“No way…,” he muttered as the disbelief stared to wear off. In a slightly whining tone not unlike when he lost as a kid, Michael corrected: “I mean, no fair! This competition was rigged from the start! I demand a rematch.”

“Someone's a sore loser,” Gregory mentioned, perhaps trying to irk him intentionally as little brothers were want to do. He wore an impish grin, and pointed over to Charlie who’d been racking up tickets from one of her own games. Surely that was cheating; of course she'd be able to play the Puppet's Gift Giver like nobody’s business.

“We could play again,” Gregory said, swinging the drilled coin in his hand. “You're still gonna lose though.” He leaned against the machine, realistically thinking Michael may just be severely under practiced, hence his good luck this round. “I'll even be balloon boy this time! You'll totally win...”

The kid was a hustler and a con artist, that much was evident. As Charlie played her rather relaxed game of giving presents, she’d been laughing at the boys for the past five and a half minutes.

“No, I’m not falling for that—we’re playing Fruity Maze this time,” Michael said, crossing his arms resolutely so there was no room for argument. Gregory had picked one of his games, so now it was Michael’s turn. He shot Charlie a glare for her continuous snickering, though it was playful enough not to actually seem threatening—and Michael’s grumpiness only seemed to make her laugh harder. With bright eyes ready for revenge, Mike led Gregory over to one of the Fruity Maze consoles and gestured for him to slip his handy-dandy coin in the slot.

“You can go first,” he said with a wolfish grin. Surely the kid didn’t stand a chance on one of Michael’s old favorites.

Fruity Maze? Gregory scoffed and went towards the isometric, table shaped game. After quickly examining the controls, Gregory replied with a scoff. “Too easy. Just a maze...”

The clueless boy let his coin fall into the slot before pulling it out swiftly. As the game activated, Gregory realized that it was a timed challenge, every round started with so many seconds and although he did manage to earn some, the maze was nearly impossible being mostly dead-ends.

Who makes a game like that? Just to torture people?

The anxiety of wasting time on the clock eventually caught up with Gregory. On the third round, he met his fate in yet another dead end and let out a groan. “This game cheats; it's busted— there’s too many corners to get trapped in!”

“—Games are supposed to be fun, boys,” Charlie remarked with another laugh, her current pile of tickets stacking up heavily. What she was saving up for was unknown.

“Let me show you how a pro does it,” Michael said, stepping up to the console as Gregory faked the machine out with his coin again. He’d spent hours and hours of his life learning how to avoid every dead end and get all the power-ups he possibly could. His concentration narrowed into the small square window of the display, and soon he'd well-surpassed Gregory’s score. He could’ve played for much longer, but decided not to torture the kid too much and allowed his character to lose all his lives shortly thereafter.

“I’ve still got a few tricks up my sleeve,” Mike commented, trying to sound nonchalant despite the twinkling of mirth in his eyes.

A prompt was even displayed, telling Michael that he could input his initials to be immortalized in the High Score Roster. The roster itself wasn't very full, people not willing to go through the learning curve of a 40 year old game. Hell, Gregory would bet the machine itself was a salvage and wondered idly whose initials of SUZ still stood the top of the chart. It’d nearly been knocked off by Michael's score, just thirty points away.

“That's amazing!” Gregory replied with a hearty laugh. “There's only like six people on this chart and you got second place!”

Gregory would have to come back and learn the machine, just to get first place and rub it in Michael's face later.

“Thanks, kid,” Michael replied, taking his compliment as genuine and not realizing Gregory’s secret plans to dethrone him on the leaderboard. He typed in his initials and turned back to Gregory with a smile no longer wicked with fierce competitiveness.

“Even though we’re tied, you technically won the original game we made the bet on… so I’ll give you the win this time.” Michael held out his hand to shake on again, but as Gregory took it his grip tightened and he playfully threatened. “But next time, you’re going down!”

Gregory opened his mouth to disagree, his hand grip strength trying to match his brother, but when an alarm blared from Charlie's game in the corner his vision snapped to her. A robotic voice sounded from the speaker system, over the synth music they played on repeat inside the arcade.

“NEW HIGHSCORE!” it shouted, highlighting whenever someone topped the leader boards for any of the games. Tickets flew from its metal-box dispenser. Charlie knelt on the ground and just barely able to fit the roll she was collecting in her arms.

“I lived inside of an Arcade for like 30 years! I had a lot of time to get good at this game!” Charlie said, humbly averting her gaze before gathering her winnings together. She used to be sort of a newbie when it came to games and remembered having either Sammy or Michael beating levels for her that she just couldn't figure out. Now, she could operate one with her eyes closed.

Michael slowly shifted his gaze from Charlie to Gregory, murmuring to the boy: “Alright, good to know: never challenge Charlie to a high-score competition…”

After laughing at his jibe, Gregory rushed over to Charlie’s side and helped her pick up a ream of tickets that fluttered to the floor before his eyes. “What exactly are you gonna use those for, anyway?”

Charlie looked like she’d been waiting for someone to ask. Pointing back to the prize counter, Charlie diverted the boy's attention to the top shelf. On it was a 'deluxe' Fazbear vintage backpack. She spied it the last time they'd come to the Arcade. It came with a sticker sheet, a themed notebook, plus a Fazbear crayon pack. The backpack was familiar, and reminded her of the one a certain dead-beat Uncle had gifted to her long ago. She wanted it for the nostalgia factor mostly, but it wouldn't hurt to have a backpack to carry about things for both themselves and Gregory.

“Feast your eyes,” Charlie remarked, pointing to the saturated canvas bag. It appeared to be based off of Freddy's color scheme, the red's, tans and browns allowing a singular blue lightning bolt on the front to pop. “Two thousand more tickets, and it'll be mine.”

Michael let out a low whistle. “Wow, I didn’t notice that before…”

Likely because the last time he’d been here, he was still stuck in Freddy’s head. Plus, they’d either been running from Roxy or trying to find where Gregory wandered off to on the way to the security office. Speaking of which—

“Hey, Gregory—what was that game you found the other day? Princess-something?” Michael asked, eyebrows furrowing inquisitively. He hadn’t gotten a good look at the machine for obvious reasons, but the brief flash of images he’d seen intrigued him. He glanced to Charlie again, gesturing to her ticket pile. “You won, right? Maybe we can check it out again and help Charlie get some tickets!”

Never mind the fact that they didn’t need tickets to get whatever merchandise they wanted. They were already wearing half the gift shop’s supply of clothes, but because of their Afton and Emily status, no one would dare question them even if they took the most expensive prizes in the whole mall. Still, though Michael’s instinct was to simply snatch the backpack off the shelf, he could appreciate Charlie’s want to do things the right way.

It was an endearing trait that Michael had really only seen in one other person—a good, good... friend and coworker from before he’d been scooped. The guy once recounted a story of how he racked up tickets for months to get a silly little prize he could’ve easily encouraged the mangers to gift him for overtime compensation… Michael rolled his eyes at the good memories, refusing to think of the bad ones that came afterwards.

“What do you think?” he prompted, nudging Gregory’s shoulder with his elbow and using the physical touch to ground himself. “Want to help your sis kick ass at video games?”

“Princess Quest?” Gregory asked, though really he knew which one his brother was talking about. The ticket payout was decent if you beat the game after unlocking everything. He could probably beat it again, faster now that he knew the paths and secrets.

“Yeah! It's in the corner; be back with a butt-ton of tickets!” he reassured, happy to show off in front of his siblings.

“Oooh! Thank you so much, Gregory!” Charlie made sure to tell him. After all, they could pool whatever was left over and get Gregory and Michael a prize, too. They could hone their skills for a bit and collect their tickets to get any number of things—or, if that didn’t work by the end of the day, go with Michael's plan to steal anything they wanted.

Charging towards the back, Gregory retraced his steps from two nights ago, his memory leading him correctly now to the dusty old game. Charlie did her best to roll up the absurd amount of tickets and fit them into her pockets.

“Here, let me take some,” Michael offered, holding out a hand when he saw Charlie struggle. When she hesitated, he rolled his eyes with a laugh. “I promise I won’t steal them… this time.”

He flashed her a grin, all teeth and unconvincing innocence, though he got Charlie to relent and hand over a small stack of tickets that Michael folded up and shoved into his pockets. While it wasn't entirely Michael's fault for having such an untrustworthy face, that devilish and toothy grin did not do well to convince her.

“I will destroy you if you use them to buy those cheap sunglasses again,” Charlie warned. She would never forget that time she'd gone to use the bathroom, coming back to find Michael with the brand new Fazbear aviators on his face. He wore them inside the whole day while Charlie struggled to earn back the ticket loss.

They followed Gregory’s path to the Princess Quest console. Michael frowned as he examined the area and the machine itself, both of which looked like they hadn’t been touched in a long time.

“Weird,” he murmured, running a fingertip over the console and coming away with a fine coating of dust. “It’s like no one’s played this for months…”

“It must have a reputation. I know when I played it, the game was glitchy as hell,” Gregory admitted, lining up with coin with the slot hole again before pressing start.

“No wonder no one wants to touch it,” Michael commented, watching the screen light up. He frowned, staring at the little yellow player character as she ran around per Gregory’s direction.

Something about this game was… not right. Michael couldn’t place why, though. It just left him with a queasy feeling in his stomach the more he watched the princess fend off the glitching purple creatures. Although, maybe the queasiness was just from the meat he’d stupidly consumed earlier.

“Looks like it’s part of a series,” Michael pointed out, speaking more to Charlie since Gregory was clearly in the zone. He gestured to the logo at the top of the console, which had a big Roman numeral “one” next to the Princess Quest name.

“Huh...” Gregory paused, hesitating on pressing on. If there were more, he would rather find a newer version to play. “Let's find the sequel! Maybe they fixed some of the glitches...”

There was something awful about those bunny creatures. They just reminded Gregory a little too much of William. Then again, the likelihood of him having some part in this games creation was high. After all, the other games had at least one of the co-owners names as credits for the IP.

“Isn’t there another arcade?” Michael asked, trying to recall his mental map of the Pizzaplex. They were in the East Arcade, so it stood to reason there was a West as well. “Maybe if we can’t find part two in here, it’ll be in the other one!” He paused with a slight tilt of his head. “…We should probably pick up Freddy first, though. And maybe get a walkie from the security office nearby.”

“Oh good idea! I can go grab the walkie-talkie,” Charlie offered, unafraid to go alone with all the employees freely meandering about.

As Gregory finished the level, this game left him with an odd headache. It was very easy to get distracted by the hypnotic sounds and atmosphere of it all. For it being a simple 8 bit game, its magnetism almost had Gregory asking Charlie what she said before he was able to pull his attention back.

“Oh yeah! We'll see you in a minute,” Gregory replied, figuring it best to pull away and try to contact his dad. Both to let him know where they were, and that they’d be swinging by, Gregory raised the themed watch to his face and began to phone him. “Freddy? Come in, Papa Bear...”

“HELLO, SUPERSTAR!” Freddy’s voice blasted out of the tiny speaker. Michael flinched back as Gregory frantically readjusted the volume while Freddy continued with his parental questioning. “How are you feeling? Did you have breakfast yet? If so, did you get enough to eat? Have you had water as well? It is very important to keep hydrated, you know! Are you having fun with Michael and Charlie?”

“Give the kid a chance to answer you, Freddy!” Michael chimed in with a laugh, leaning over so his voice could be caught by the Fazwatch microphone.

Gregory had sputtered a moment before the bear finished his barrage of questions. Gosh, he must be bored without them!

“We had breakfast burritos! I can pick some water up before we come back to get you,” Gregory assured, beginning to head out of the Arcade to wait for Charlie in the hall. “We're having a lot of fun! Right now we're trying to play the rest of Princess Quest so we can win Charlie this backpack she wants.”

“That sounds wonderful!” Freddy replied, the smile obvious in his voice. He was glad to hear that no strange instances had occurred during his absence, and that the trio seemed to be getting along just fine.

“Like Gregory said, we're coming to get you in a few minutes,” Michael added, following Gregory out into the hallway and parking them both against the wall just outside the arcade entrance. He took stock of the various staff members wandering around, though as before no one actually tried to talk to them.

“Alright; I will see you all soon!” Freddy responded, unable to hide his eagerness to get out of his room and spend some quality time with his family.

It seemed a number of staff were gathering near a large vent in the wall, shinning lights inside. As Charlie came back with one large walkie-talkie clipped to her belt buckle, she craned her head in curiosity at the spectacle.

“Something wrong, fellas?” she asked, standing behind the group. They must not have noticed her at first, the gaggle of young adults nearly jumping from their skin.

“Ms. Emily! Sorry—Uh... We... Think there might be a... A small rat problem?” a nervous boy forced out. Charlie raised an eyebrow, silently waiting for him to elaborate further “We... Uhm... We keep hearing scratching? And uh... Honking. That might just be Music Man though. He loves the vents...”

Charlie's first thought trailed to Ennard, and she instantly averted to soothing mode. “Oh! Don't you guys worry about rats. I'll tell management to schedule an exterminator on Monday.”

The staff thanked her as she headed back to her group with a wave, seemingly relieved not to go back to their investigation in the central airway vents.

“We should get back; Ennard is freaking the staff out...” Charlie jabbed a thumb over her shoulder, pointing out the pack of scared college graduates.

“Oh, for fu—” For the sake of Gregory and the sanity of the staff who flinched when Michael’s face twisted into an expression of what they presumed to be rage at their incompetence, Mike managed to reign in his curse. Pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut, he heaved a sigh. Once composed, he offered the group a dead-eyed Afton stare, though it was really focused on the vent cover beyond them.

“Yes, it’s nothing to concern yourselves with,” he said to the huddled staff members. Michael clenched his teeth in a sharp smile. “I’ll see to this problem personally.”

With that proclamation, Michael turned on his heel and started the trek back to Freddy’s room, making sure to grab Gregory’s hand along the way. He wished there was a chemical he could just spray in the vents to flush Ennard out, but in reality Mike just needed to have a little chat. He’d almost gotten used to the fact that Ennard was following him around, but he couldn’t have the thing freaking out staff—the last thing they needed was for someone to come across the amalgamation on accident and get traumatized.

If Ennard didn't scare them, Michael's stern attitude sure had. Gregory made sure to hold onto to Mike's hand as his brisk pace was simply too fast for the boy. He made no complaints, despite the distance they crossed in such a short amount of time. It seemed the staff were more aware of them, either making sure to stay clear, or attempting to schmooze with the group by wishing them a 'good morning' in passing.

“Are you mad, Michael?” Gregory asked, hoping the mood Ennard put him in would pass.

“Hmm?” Mike glanced down at Gregory, having been lost in thought. When he saw the boy's face, his expression immediately softened into a much more easy-going smile. “No, I'm not mad—just annoyed. I don't want Ennard to get spotted; the last thing we need on top of everything else is people questioning what the hell they are.”

Which was true... although he really wanted the thing to just go away and never come back. However, Michael had a sinking feeling that Ennard had already grown a fondness for Gregory, too—certainly not to the extent they obsessed over Michael, but Ennard had saved both of them. He doubted they were going to leave them alone anytime soon.

Charlie tapped Michael's shoulder, garnering his attention. “They seem to not want anyone to find them, at least. Maybe we should tell everyone not to snoop around the vents?” She unclipped the walkie-talkie from her belt loop with one fluid motion and held it up.

“Oooh! Good thinking, Charlie!” Gregory said. Everyone listened to them as if they were from Administration regardless. Emboldened, Charlie pressed the speaker button and relayed the message.

“Hey, Staff, this is Ms. Emily—” She spoke professionally into the receiver, finding it weird to refer to herself in such a manner as she talked. “— Any and all maintenance on the air ducts are postponed until further notice. If you have any concerns, find myself or Mr. Afton.”

“Thanks—that should help a lot,” Michael agreed, flashing Charlie a grateful smile. After a short pause, they rounded around to Rockstar Row, hearing the various staff copy her well-put message.

Nearing Freddy's room, they could see that he'd opened the curtain for the first time since the other night. It allowed the glowing, fluorescent lighting of Rockstar Row to filter into the room, which was noticeably cleaner than when they'd left. Apparently, this is how Freddy had been entertaining himself in their absence. When he caught sight of them, Freddy waved enthusiastically and moved to open his door.

“Hello, you three!” he greeted with a smile, ushering them inside. “Gregory says you have been enjoying your time together!”

“Yeah, he's a great kid,” Michael said, a bit absently. He was looking around Freddy's room, clearly searching for something, and upon Freddy's question of what that might be the android responded: “I'm looking for a vent big enough to fit a certain someone...”

“Ah, check the back storage room,” Freddy replied, inclining his head to the door. With a thankful nod, Michael followed his instructions and went into the back room, soon locating a large vent near the top of a shelving unit.

“Hey!” Michael hissed, looking into the darkness. “I know you're in there—come here for a second, will you?”

And oh, how Ennard wasted no time rushing to Michael's beck and call. The way Ennard moved sounded like a rain-stick made of aluminum. When their form finally passed half the threshold of the air duct, Ennard let out a frighteningly loud, “MIKEY!” in greeting.

“WE HAVE MISSED YOU... HOW IS CHILD-MICHAEL?” Ennard asked, apparently not quite catching Gregory's name, but associating him with Mike nevertheless. They tilted their head, sporadic and unpredictable with their movements. It seemed almost painful to move in such a way as they fitted their parts in the right place, slowly morphing their shape back into that of a crude person.

“Ugh...” Michael grimaced, hating how Ennard moved on principle. “Gregory is fine; you don't need to pay him any mind.”

As little contact as those two had, the better in Michael's eyes.

“I'm not sure how much you heard over all your scuttling, but you're freaking people out,” Michael informed the amalgamation, crossing his arms over his chest. He was less wary of Ennard than he'd been before, although despite what Ennard might want they'd certainly never be best friends—or friends at all, if Mike had any real say in the matter. “We've told staff to leave the vents alone for now, but can you... tone it down at all? The scraping can be chalked up to something else, but the honking is suspicious as hell.”

Michael gave up the idea of telling Ennard to be silent long ago. Without a plush suit to cushion the wires scraping the metal vents, they'd make noise no matter where they went. Even with Charlie's instructions people were still going to notice strange sounds, so hopefully Michael's request to not give the impression of a clown in the ventilation system would help ease the staff's nerves in the long run.

Ennard looked away in a bashful motion, their eye's twitching in place, seemingly thinking over Michael's words.

“WE SEE YOU... HAVING FUN. IT MAKES US HAPPY. WE WISH WE COULD...” Ennard trailed off, avoiding the topic of their own happiness before trying to listen to the request. It would be hard, keeping track of the group and also staying silent while moving. The excited honking happened when they felt secondhand joy while watching the three siblings play together.

“THE GIRL... CASSIDY... WANTS TO MAKE SURE... FAMILY IS SAFE.” Ennard explained further why their presence was so intrusive. It may be true, though even as Ennard's tendrils slithered around Michael's legs it was hardly convincing.

“...Ah.” That added a little more explanation as to why Ennard wanted to stick around so often. It was hard for Michael to think of them as anything but the creature that destroyed his life, but Ennard was just a collection of robotic parts and their AIs who wanted to be free and apparently make some friends.

That was the whole point of taking over Michael's body, after all—a twisted attempt to escape from the place they were literally being tortured, and Mike had seemed like the perfect candidate. Disguising as a human was a good way to talk to other people, but... obviously that didn't quite work out as expected. Feeling the cold wires against his legs, Michael quickly dislodged himself, though he resisted the urge to stomp on them as he did before.

Okay, he stomped once, but he missed the mark by such a wide margin it was questionable whether he actually meant to cause damage.

“Alright, well... you can tell Cassidy that we appreciate the lookout—we're okay for now,” he said eventually, trying not to dwell on Ennard's earlier comment. He shoved his hands in his pockets, huffing a sigh. “Just stay out of sight like you have been, alright? That's all I want.”

Ennard seemed to visibly deflate at his disconnection. They shuffled in place a bit, wringing their hands a little as they hunched their shoulders. They would have to find some way to make themselves quiet.

Ennard looked down at their body. Were they really that frightening to the others? They were made of such beloved characters! With the charm of Funtime Foxy, Funtime Freddy’s friendly attitude, Bon-Bon's optimism, and Ballora’s beauty and grace… Who could ask for a more well-rounded friend?

Sadly, all of their personalities conflicted. That was why they came off as unstable—because by nature, they were. Even if the things they had done made sense in their head, it was like four people trying to brush their hair at once with the same comb. Everyone had the right idea, yet the execution would always be impossible.

“WE WILL FIX OURSELVES…,” Ennard offered slowly. Hoping maybe changing despite the pain it put them through would help alleviate the issue. “ENNARD WILL BECOME QUIETER. THANK YOU… MIKE…”

Michael watched them go with a frown, wondering exactly what “fixing themselves” entailed. Then, he realized that he didn't care enough to know, so he turned on his heel and headed back to the warm comfort of Freddy's room. Gregory was sitting on the couch, in the middle of regaling Freddy with the tale of how he'd been viciously attacked by his siblings at the breakfast table. The bear sat next to Gregory and listened with rapt interest, a smile brightening up his face as Charlie laughed at Gregory's version of events from her spot on the floor.

“Have you gotten to the part where Charlie has a horrible case of cooties yet?” Michael asked, perching on the couch. As he waited for an answer, he proceeded to slide the boy over with his hip and a few gentle shoves to make room, thus essentially sandwiching Gregory between himself and Freddy. This made Gregory gasp in realization.

“RIGHT—that wasn’t even the worst part! You need to medical scan me, Freddy!” Gregory said with a concerning whine. Before Freddy could actually have time to react, Gregory added as if embarrassed to admit: “Charlie gave me cooties… I think I might’ve given them to Michael—”

Charlie had to intervene. She leaned over the back of the couch and turned that little face towards her, gaining the boy’s full attention.

“Gregory… Cooties aren’t real. You know that, right?” she asked, hoping that Gregory had been joking. Was that the real reason he’d been afraid of Cassidy? Because of a made up girl-disease? Gregory didn’t answer, just waved Charlie off.

“She’s gonna do it again!” he shouted, falling over to escape Charlie’s touch and subsequently falling with his back impacting Michael’s lap.

“Charlie is correct,” Freddy felt the need to add, also unsure if Gregory truly believed in the made up virus. He focused on Gregory, conducting a quick health scan anyway for good measure. With a smile, Freddy assured: “And even if it was, real, my sensors do not indicate the presence of any virus within your body.” His gaze shifted to Mike and he performed the same scan. “…Nor on Michael; you are both safe.”

“Thanks for the reassurance,” Michael replied with a snicker, unable to stop himself. Maybe he shouldn’t be encouraging his little brother’s fear of harmless fake diseases, but he had to admit Gregory’s faces were priceless.

“You lied to me…” Gregory hissed, feigning hurt and betrayal as he glared up at Michael. Charlie laughed at the boys, the doofuses they were, and leaned on Freddy’s shoulder. She'd also seemed to miss the bear and decided to give him a hug.

“Gregory, despite his grotesque cootie infection, volunteered to help me win some tickets!” she explained with an excited outlook, then looked sweetly to the bear. “Want to come with us to the Arcade?”

“I simply encouraged your delusion, Gregory,” Michael responded matter-of-factly. He ruffled the boy’s hair, completely unfazed by his glare as he looked to Freddy with a raised eyebrow. “So? Want to get out of here and have some fun for a bit?”

“I would love that,” Freddy said, gently letting his head fall against Charlie’s as she hugged him around the neck. “But I was told to stay in my room all day… you do not think my absence would cause problems?”

“Not with us by your side it won’t.” Michael chuckled, the force of it slightly bouncing Gregory who still laid in his lap. “Most of the staff is afraid to even look at me—I doubt anyone’s going to ask me why I’ve decided to take an animatronic out for a stroll with the family.”

Gregory’s frown slowly faded when he remembered how much more frightened of Michael’s potential wrath than that of the mysterious noises in the vents. He would silently snicker to himself. During the daytime, they owned this whole place. It’s a shame it all changed at night. They’d be kids in a candy shop to have this while place unsupervised. That was the goal when Gregory snuck inside… How was he to know what to expect next?

“Yeah! If we run into Sophie, we’ll tell her we’re running uh… Routine customer interactivity tests. And Gregory’s our test subject!” Charlie assured.

“Well, I certainly cannot argue with that plan,” Freddy said with laughter in his eyes. It was strange how his physical features hadn’t changed over the past few days, yet Freddy seemed so much more expressive now. He gave Charlie’s head a light pat and she released her hug, after which Freddy stood. “Which arcade are we going to? There are multiple locations throughout the Pizzaplex.”

“We want to visit the West Arcade; we haven’t been there yet,” Michael replied as he gripped Gregory under the shoulders and hoisted the boy off his lap, letting his legs dangle in the air for a moment before setting him down on the floor with a grin.

Freddy perked up at Michael’s words, his face brightening even more than before. Now that they were in the relative safety of daytime, perhaps they could meet an animatronic that wasn’t immediately hell-bent on killing them on sight. “Oh, you all will love the West Arcade! We can visit DJ Music Man while we are there!”

Michael frowned at this, recalling the nervous staff’s comment from earlier. “Yeah, we heard he likes to go in the vents…?”

“Ah, that is Music Man—related, but not quite the same.” Freddy chuckled, making his way for the door. “The DJ is different—and such a nice fellow!”

Charlie perked up at the promise of a DJ. She’d always been a music lover, and the chance to kick back with some familiar tunes they grew up with would just make her day. Well, other than acquiring the highly sought after Deluxe Fazbag. Rounding around the couch to Charlie’s side, Gregory found and matched her energy.

“Alright, bet!” he replied. The idea of meeting another friendlier animatronic wouldn’t hurt the day. Besides, Freddy was in desperate need of seeing one (even temporarily) non-infected friend, too.

“Well? What are we waiting for! Let’s go get us some tickets and watch the DJ play!” Charlie urged.

Today felt dreamier. Everything so vividly sweet and going their way. Charlie wouldn’t dare jinx it by dwelling on her happiness in the moment. So she’d keep her mouth shut and head for the door, giddy with anticipation.

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Looking for Literate Roleplay!

Hello! I'm Alex and I'm looking for some fandom roleplay! The rest of the post will give more info.

BLANKET STATEMENT: MY AGE RANGE IS 16-21, PLEASE DON'T ADD/MESSAGE IF UR OVER OR UNDER THAT, THANK U

Basic and Needed Information

The roleplays I am looking for are mostly romantic in nature, usually shipping a canon character(CC) with another CC. I might be ok with some OC x CC or OC x OC depending on the circumstance, though!

I am open to ERP, however I am not ok with that being the main purpose of the RP. Plot is a necessity for me in some sense. As well as that, I will not be ok with jumping straight into sm*t, there has to be build up an

d I have to get comfortable with you.

I am separate from the character I am playing. I am not comfortable with being genuinely flirted with.

I use tone tags when OOC...kind of a lot lol. If you ever don't know what they mean, just ask and I can send my fancy lil chart.

Now that that stuff is out of the way, let's get into the RP stuff!

2. Fandoms!

I am open to rping in any of these fandoms(The purple ones are the ones I either main or want to do the most): The Owl House, Amphibia, Gravity Falls, How to Train Your Dragon(not including the Nine Realms), She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, The Dragon Prince, Sanders Sides, Miraculous, Avatar the Last Airbender, Pokémon, Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel

Ones that I have/would make an OC for : The Owl House, Miraculous, Hazbin Hotel

3. Types of Roleplay

As said, I do mostly CC x CC romantic RP.

Favourite Ships(Purple are ones I main): Lumity, Huntlow/Winter, Raeda, Sashanarcy, Marcanne, Dipcifica, Hicstrid, Catradora, Rayllum, Ruthari, Amaya x Janai, Prinxiety, Dukexiety, Anxceit, Analogical, Logince, Adrienette, The M&Ms, Stolitz,

Characters I Play: Amity, Hunter, King, Raine, Marcy, Anne, Dipper, Hiccup, Catra, Entrapta, Double Trouble, Rayla, Callum, Runaan, Ethari, Amaya, Virgil, Roman, Janus, Logan, Adrien/Chat Noir, Moxxie, Blitz, Stolas

List of AUs for reference(I am more than open to others, these are just some from the top of my head): Coffee Shop AU, University AU, Avian AU, Hero AU, High School AU, Supernatural AU, Angel/Demon AU, Medieval AU, Magic/Fantasy AU, ABO AU

4. Limits

These are just some general limits I have with everyone, it doesn't matter who you are.

Out of character serious flirting

ERP with characters who are minors/being played as minors

Inc*st/Selfc*st(ex. R*mrom, Dipper and Mabel, etc.)

Minor x adult(ex. Eda x Luz)

S*xualising minors in or out of character

The Basics(TM): Homophobia, Transphobia, Racism, Sexism, etc.

Traumadumping w/out warning

B*astiality

If you are interested in anything I have mentioned here, just shoot me a DM on here or discord! My user there is the same as here(ga3lixir), and that is the only place I'll do roleplays. If you made it this far, thank you even if you're not interested.

#toh #theowlhouse #sanderssides #rp #roleplay #roleplayaccount #thedragonprince #amphibia #helluvaboss #hazbinhotel #httyd #howtotrainyourdragon

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

https://twitter.com/eri_purpledream/status/1732009617800995090?t=zO2m4GVXc5ndREP_iP0yNw&s=19

Didn't i say here that wait for jk to go live and say he wanted to join special forces but couldn't because of tattoes? Although he didn't say anything about tattoes here but yeah him wanting to do special force is nothing new cause everyone in the fandom knows it very well how he loves those kind of things like armys were making those funny tweets about jk doing something with parasuit and things related to air force and all it has nothing to do with taehyung or anything.

Also it's funny to see tkkrs changing their narratives every hour of everyday cause since morning (after bh's confirmation) jay aka mina aka dionysustkk is saying like how jkkrs are making military about romance and how the country is homophobic, how tk can't join it together it's risky (after wanting tk to enlist together for around 9 yrs now, wishing they would chose Buddy prgrm) But then changing it to saying "I'm in a korea gc where ppl went to ms and the Buddy prgrm applies only for training for 5 weeks and then jm and jk will go separate" to again changing it and wanting now that jk could join tae after his 5 weeks LMFAO too many theories, flips in just some hrs lol.

funny they think jungkook wouldn't know about restrictions in military when he decided to get visible tattoes like evryone in everywhere knows that you can't do some things related to government if you're having visible tattoes. Like i know since i was in school that i will not be able to apply for any government job (where interviews and all are required) if i have visible tattoes. This rule even applies to some of the other industries too. How they think jk can't enlists with taehyung but forgot to think that taehyung could have done this buddy prgrm with jk if they both actually wanted to but common sense is nowhere to be found with both jkkrs and tkkrs cause both can't think past their ship. Jkkrs making it something which it is not and tkkrs throwing up every minute of the day. DeLuSiOn at it's finest with both sides

i simply think the buddy prgrm they chose for both of their benefits for mentally and as well as for the grp(will be able to come before their anniversary and all i also know maybe yg won't be here till then too Cause his months are more than the rest but still) There's nothing more into that.

Ohhhhh Jungkook don't end jikookers like that.

(I'm being silly, I just wanted to say that).

He wasn't thinking about government when he got his tattoos, let's be real. He barely thought about the tattoos in itself and got a whole sleeve in a week that turned out really ugly and that's why he then had to keep changing his tattoos for the next three years. He regretted most of his sleeve. He got them without giving much thought about them, got a matching tattoo with his 97 line friends and even got matching tattoos with the whole tattoo shop crew, who were people he'd known for like a month. So I really don't think enlistment even crossed his mind back then. And, even if it did, he would've got the tattoos anyways because that's just who he is.

That being said, I don't know if it's about the tattoos or why he couldn't go to that specific unit. Some people said because he has a minor criminal record (that time he crashed into a taxi with his car). I really don't know and don't care to know about units or divisions or the requirements for it.

However, I don't think I need to know all that to know that enlistment it's a combination of a few things; rules, obligations, prohibitions, goals, abilities, not a romantic or sentimental decision.

Right before the live happened, I wrote that post about how they were probably advised and made decisions based on personal goals and limitations. After writing that post, they went live, and Taehyung says the exact same thing on the live: that he made his choice because he has a goal. Jungkook saying he wants to do special forces probably means that he had more choices, and for some reason he couldn't or just didn't go through with it. I will still stand by my opinion that the whole thing was not a sentimental decision and they had logical, strategic reasons for their choices.

Also, as I was watching some clips from the live I thought about how shy Jimin is. He got even more closed up and shy since the pandemic. Jungkook isn't the friendliest, most open person out there, either. The rest aren't as shy or reserved. You do with that what you will. Even that would be a decision based on, like I've said, personal limitations. Jin being in the picture for at least six months is definitely deliberate, as well. As Jimin has mentioned, he talked a lot with Jin on the phone while he was there.

Personally, I too would choose to go with a friend. Millions of people even enrol in college together because they're wary of going alone into a new, unknown environment. It makes the most sense out of the whole thing. I imagine a lot of people try it out as well, and it works for some and not for others. Namjoon will probably get an office job, and he couldn't apply for that anways. Taehyung has something else in mind, and his friend already served in that place he's going. He might even already have connections or acquaintances there.

Finally, I wanted to say that the argument that "Taehyung could've gone with him" is so dumb to me, sorry. Thousands of gay men who are in relationships enrol in the military probably every day, and not all of them choose to go together. Probably NONE of them choose to go together, actually. It's ridiculous coming from jikookers to use "he could've gone with him" when jikookers also spent like two years crawling up the walls and making up conspiracy theories of why jikook seemed to hang out with everyone except each other. "They could've gone together" was also valid for a lot of stuff the past two years, regarding jikook.

[askfordoodles]

I don't know if anyone ask you but what got you into crash bandicoot?

Was there a fandom you like before?

Do you still follow them?

Or you keep to your own fandom?

Anyway sorry for "like" spamming your posts I love your artwork!

Ps I'm not them girl robots so don't report me XD

Anyway take care :)

Crash Bandicoot was my very first introduction to 3d/console gaming back when I Crash 2 had just come out, in 1998, I think. I was maybe 9 years old and so it was a staple during my most formative years. I've always loved the original trilogy, basically, alongside the original Spyro and Croc.

Over the years, post-Naughty Dog, I sorta kept tabs on the franchise, but was increasingly disillusioned by where it was headed style- and gameplay-wise, so I didn’t t play them.

Recently, with the new game my love has been re-ignited, so this fandom is one of my oldest, but has been very dormant until a couple of years ago :)

Were there fandoms for me before that? I don't think I was aware of fandom-culture back then, this was pre-internet. I just liked Disney films, making pixelated images of our chickens in the old-school MS Paint and raising off-brand tamagotchis.

There have been PLENTY of fandoms after. I was a apparently one of the cornerstones of the mid-00's Buzz Lightyear of StarCommand fanbase back in its heyday.

I basically just have a bunch of old flames that are re-ignited in a cycle.

Within the recent past it was Team Fortress 2, the Disney's Aladdin tv-series, Hanna Is Not a Boy's Name, Dishonored 2, followed by the Witcher (games and books), etc.

Thanks for asking :)

#I've been around #but I wasn't properly online until maybe post 2004 #and despite being chronically online and in the deviantART scene by 2012 I completely missed the whole homestuck thing #i consider that my greatest accidental achievement #i know NOTHING about it so all the references go over my head whenever i see other shellschocked survivors make them lol

[anechomirrored]

Fandom: Fnaf Security Breach - apocalyse au

Rating: T

Prompt(s): : "You're making my head hurt."

Warnings: none

'It's them! It's them!' Crowed Sun excitedly.

"Yes, Sun. I saw it too." Moon said aloud.

The sun had gone down a few hours ago and while the generators were still running, the power they provided was channeled into more pressing things than ceiling lights.

Everyone still needed charging.

'But it really is them! Do you remember how small they were? When they first came here?'

"Yes-"

'They were so small! And excited, and nervous and-'

Sunny had been on like this since he had settled the unconscious human down on the bed upstairs in their own "bedroom".

Even if the charging stations were more accurately areas of "rest", Moon, Sun, and the others still enjoyed the sensation of laying down and becoming idle.

Moon picked up a another chunk of debris from the ceiling and threw it into the ever growing cart of detritus.

"Sun, calm down. You're making my head hurt." Moon picked up a moth eaten nap time mat.

...they could fix it up.

'Oh! I-I mean oh,yes. We can use some of the felt left over from the craft closet.' Answered Sunny, dialing back the energy with which he interally spoke.

Moon appreciated that. When either of them got too excited the connection started to fill with static.

'Do you think they remember us?' Sun asked.

Moon folded a few more blankets and mats before answering.

"They came back, didn't they?"

'Yes...but I can tell you aren't all that confident with that answer.'

Moon sighed.

"Sorry, Sunny. I just don't know." Moon gripped the handle of the overloaded cart and pushed.

With a rusted squeal the wheels began to move and the cart began it shakey journey out of the daycare.

The halls were quiet. Most of the ones immediately surrounding the daycare were.

Moon made to long and disgustingly squeaky journey down to the kitchens.

The garbage compactor was filling up. He was still unsure if the generators could run it and the charging statiins simultaneously. He might need to let the others know.

"Let us know what?" A familiar voice asked.

Turning Moon watched as Chica jerkily made her way towards him.

"Your leg is seizing again."

"Yeah, it does that. No good old fashion 'hello' tonight?"

"...hello, Chica. What brings you to the kitchen at this hour?" Moon eyed her movements with veiled concern.

Chica wasn't the worst off of the four glamrock animatronics. Her leg casings were the main challenge. Meaning they were smashed beyond repair during a raid of the plex early on.

Angry violent type humans...they didn't stay long.

"Oh, you know me. I just wanted to get out of The Row for a bit. The kitchen's pretty quiet and sometimes if I close my eyes I can still smell the last pizza we cooked up in here."

"Probably imagining it." Moon countered grimly.

Chica tilted her head thoughtfully.

"Maybe, but I still like it down here." She took another limping step towards him. "What about you? Why are you in the kitchen?" She asked eyeing the cart.

It was a fair question. Moon hadn't been down here in a while, outside of the odd security sweep.

"Just cleaning." He answered.

"You and Sun still doing that?" She asked.

"It's in our programming, hard not to." Moon replied.

"Ah, I suppose that'd do it. Don't want to deviate too much from that..."

Moon turned back to his cart and tried not to dwell too hard on how thick the air his inner cooling fans were taking in felt.

He should really visit-

"Well, tell Sunny I say hello!" Chica chirped, perhaps a bit too cheerily.

Still, Moon took the offered out.

" He says hello back Ms. Chica." Moon relayed.

With a little laugh, Chica waved and began her less than quiet departure.

Moon pushed the cart the last few feet to the compactor and upended it into the mounting mess already within.

"Well, that was enough socializing for one night." Moon began folding up the cart so he could carry it back. "Best see if the human is awake."

#fictober22 #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #fnaf security breach #apocalypse au #fnaf glamrock chica #echoes transcribed

[deviaticn]

TBA

FULL NAME: Larissa Erizabeth Weems

NICKNAME / ALIAS(ES): Ms. Weems, Sequoia Tree, Principal Weems, Rissa

AGE: 43 ( verse dependent )

BIRTH DATE: 09, November 1973

NATIONALITY: British

ETHNICITY: Caucasian

GENDER: Genderfluid ( female leaning )

PRONOUNS: She/her & He/him

SPECIES: Shapeshifter / Human

ZODIAC SIGN: Scorpio

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Lesbian

RELIGION: Pagan

OCCUPATION: Principal of Nevermore Academy ( 2005 to 2016 ); Teacher at Nevermore Academy ( 1996 to 2005; history of Gorgons )

SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S): English, Latin, Spanish, French, and German

FANDOM: Wednesday

FACE CLAIM(S): Gwendoline Christie & Henry Cavill

EYE COLOR: Blue

HAIR COLOR + STYLE: White blonde + always up and in some sort of fancy bun

HEIGHT: 6′3″

BODY BUILD: Curvy

TATTOOS + PIERCING(S): None + both ears

SCARS + BIRTHMARKS: Scar on right side of upper lip + none

PARENTS: Seymour † & Patricia Weems †

SIBLING(S): None

SIGNIFICANT OTHER(S): None ( verse dependent )

CHILDREN: None ( verse dependent )

INTELLIGENCE: High; attended Nevermore Academy ( 1987 to 1991 ); Yale University ( 1992 to 1996; masters in education )

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good

MBTI: ENFJ-T / Protagonist

LIKES: All things having to do with winter, tasteful taxidermy, operas / the theatre, dancing, red wine, art museums, singing / performing

DISLIKES: Being used / manipulators, those that deem themselves better than others, those with malicious intent

DISPOSITION: Calculated, debonair, and observant. Larissa can and does come off as friendly and as a peaceful woman who has an optimistic out-look towards life. She likes to give people the benefit of the doubt, especially being someone that is not “normal” but lives in such a world that views those that are different as lesser beings ( freaks, outcasts, weirdos, etc. ) However, plaguing in at a 6'3″ height, to which most have and do consider 'monstrous', she relishes in the fact of towering over others as a means of dominance; why should only men of the same height or less be able to be perceived as such?

ABILITIES: Shapeshifting which means that she can take on the appearance of any living or deceased persons. All she has to do is see a picture or see them in person. Originally, she was not able to hold another’s appearance for too long but over the years has mastered her ability.

#( stats ) #( will add bio at a later date )

[fairly-pink]

Hi ms ally id like to request an mha matchup if thats okay?(also i hope i got your probouns right and im sorry if i didnt😰😰)

Im not sure if i sent an ask beforehand this,my interest was shit so im not sure if it went through,if it did please feel free to delete this ask!

My name’ s jaya and I’d like to request a matchup? From both bnha and aot, but either one is fine if its a trouble.

My name is Jaya im 17 years old and im of average height with black hair that goes just a teeny bit below my shoulder and dark eyes. im also a little round/ chubby and my pronouns are she/ her, and im questioning but leaning more towards bisexuality.

Personality- wise, im an ENFP- T and id say im an ambivert. i mostly try to match the energy of the person im with and i always try( empasis on the try) to understand other people’s points of view. my friends say im quite morbid and funny and that im easy talk to. i also like self deprecating because my, perhaps very flawed, logic is that if i put myself down no one else can!

And i also dont mind making myself the butt of the joke. also if theres and issue or problem i like to talk it through and i also sometimes try to solve other peoples problems. i can also be nosy at times but not too much. and sometimes if i see someone sad i try to make them feel better or at lest want to.

Likes:- i like reading, writing, listening to music and sometimes drawing. i also like spending time alonte in my room and talking to myself. i like lots of fandoms and also I really like tumblr and my tumblr and irl friends. i enjoy little easter eggs in my day to day life, like trying something new because one of my favorite fictional characters liked it and so on. i also like closet cosplaying! also i like bubble tea and sleeping. and also staying up until the wee hours of the morning

Dislikes:- i dont like people who are fake and people who make me angry and i dont like it when people try to push their beliefs and ideologies onto me. i hate it when people say that lgbtqi people don’t deserve rights and i hate it when people use religion to justify shitty things they do. i also hate it when my boundaries are ignored and pushed past.

Good qualities:- i think im open minded, and i dont like to discriminate people. i tend to defend people i care about, be it fictional or irl, and id like to think im understanding.

Bad qualities:- im rude sometimes and i cuss wayy too much. i get attached to people really fast and im very insecure and always questioning if people are genuine. i also ask lots of annoying questions and ( for instance ) if, let’ s say, someone were to compliment me id ask them why they say that and what led them to think that about me. im sometimes selfish and im stubborn. i can also be blatantly disobedient sometimes. im also not good at hiding my emotions.

Id also say im too emotional. and i can get jelous and i also tend to hold grudges but not always.

I hope this is enough information and i hope i didnt overshare.

Thank you and if you dont wanna please feel free to delete my ask!

Congratulations and Thank You once again and i hope you have a lovely day/ evening/ afternoon/ night/ time!

I’m sorry this took so long for me to do 😭😭❣️

I Match You With…

Denki Kaminari

Bring you bubble tea whenever you guys hang out

fake proposes to you every time you guys go on a date just to see your reaction (he does it in the most dramatic way possible)

goes & sees you just so he can take a nap with you

likes to binge watch your guys favorite show wirh you

likes to hold ur hand in public & will give it little squeezes just so you will look at him

Connie Springer

Will let you rant to him about anything & even if he doesn’t understand it he will try his best to make you feel better

will do anything to make you forgive him if he does something to make you mad because he HATESSS seeing you upset especially at him

Sasha loves you & will steal you away from him so you two can hang out

Loves answering any question you may ask him

is very protective of you but it’s only because he cares about you so much

#fairly pink matchup event #attack on titan matchup #my hero academia

[rssspockuhura]

Trick or Treat

Warning: Some M/M works might show up here because the Spock/Uhura tag is used in ref to S/U as a side pairing, past pairing, etc. Currently there is no way to filter and exclude feeds on Ao3 to get only S/U F/M works.Solution. Read at your own risk.

by DahYelTal

Leonard feels mighty tricked when Spock comes to the Enterprise Halloween party dressed as a shirtless, hairy werewolf. When he attempts to drink away his pining, he finds himself dipping into the wrong punch bowl, making the situation a million times worse. Luckily Ms. Uhura has a treat up her metaphorical sleeve.

Words: 3162, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), Star Trek

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, F/M, Multi

Characters: Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Spock (Star Trek), Nyota Uhura, Montgomery "Scotty" Scott, James T. Kirk, Christine Chapel

Relationships: Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Spock, Spock/Nyota Uhura, Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Spock/Nyota Uhura

Additional Tags: Getting Together, Halloween Costumes, Drunken Confessions, Drunken Shenanigans, Body Hair, Chest Hair, Touching, Polyamory, Enterprise Polycule, Polyamory Negotiations, Vulcan Kisses, Fluff and Humor

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