#all the while Monty doesn’t know that moon is not human

[kibbits]

While I like the ‘older siblings’ vibes, I feel like it would take the Glamrocks a various amount of time and interaction before the BAL!Boys are really accepted into the gang. And considering how reckless they swing around fully-grown humans, even Freddy’s wary of their incoming reintroduction to the extremely more fragile audience Sun and Moon would be preforming to. The bear is the only other one then Chica willing to give the boys a chance. Monty knows he’s being a hypocrite. A massive scaly hypocrite. But at least all his damage is relegated to easily (but annoying to) replaceable stuff (Like Bonnie). Humans aren’t. And certainly not kids. He may play monster, the rebel, the villain. Those clowns. That shambling thing of barely functioning code and bolts. It is one. And Roxy? She doesn’t need to access to the cameras to witness Y/N scrambling away from the ‘phantom’ stalking them across the catwalks. It’s a thin line the boys are balancing on. And if it not themselves breaking it, the ingrained desire in these new bots to protect children might be the final straw.

Aa! Sorry it took so long to get back to you on this!

That's an interesting take! And oh boy, I see what you mean but I wouldn't put Bonnie under 'replaceable' fjlkd

I think a second meeting would be after the boys had the whole crisis/realization of "Oh my god, YN is a human and a friend, and suddenly we realize that they're so fragile and we could have killed them! Theyre a person! We're a person-- people!"

YN, in classic YN self-preservation, would be like "no it's fine it's all in the past now we're friends : )))"

They had frank discussions with the boys before that. They're not excusing them, but it's been a slow buildup in private between the boys and them. They had to show the boys that they could be people before that realization could take place.

They'll suplex any animatronic who tries to tell their boys that they're monsters and undermine all the hard work that YN put into letting them discover their personhood and self-confidence fljkgd

(Here, have an old sketch of YN about to suplex an animatronic fjkdkljg)

TL;DR for the thing below: I accidentally made it all about masks, roles, and existential development again WHOOP! (Not sorry)

(thanks @lavenoon and @eyndr for helping me rubber duck this through and for your delicious thoughts fgjkldl)

See, I think it COULD work if instead of being played straight, Monty was being like. Low-key jealous?

As in "Why do THEY get to be cavalier about safety and property damage, but they still get to have a friend?!" But he doesn't want to face the fact that he's also seen as dangerous and 'monstrous', and should improve himself.

He's jealous that someone took a chance on them, betting their own safety. He's scared, because the boys did get put into storage for a WHILE before YN came along, and no one cared then. What if that happens to HIM? It'd only take one careless mistake. Is he lucky enough that someone would take a chance on him, too? Or would he go the way of Bonnie and Foxy?

(also I'm a sucker for misunderstood misfit who just needs some patience and kindness jdgjkl)

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Roxy plays the disdain card, but her thoughts are actually pretty close to Monty's. Except that hers are 'am I good enough? If I'm not the best great, will that happen to me? What'll be the final straw?

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I think, of all the reactions, Freddy's grates them the most. Keep in mind, the boys do feel awful about how they acted, even if that never actually ended with human deaths. Just. A lot of close calls and scares.

So that Freddy is so welcoming, so forgiving of them? It feels grating. It feels... Maybe not patronizing, but it feels like he's trying to excuse all the things they did and sweep it all under the rug. And the boys are like "No, actually it WAS fucked up of us! Sure, we were misguided and it wasn't like we were trying to hurt people with full understanding, but don't act as if we didn't do anything wrong!"

Y/N probably appreciates the bear making the effort to welcome and include the boys, though, and they thank Freddy in private.

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Like Luce pointed out to me, though -- Freddy is the Face. He's used to not making waves. To having to keep the peace and status quo.

He's probably terrified for Sun and Moon, because he's already lost two friends before. Two very old, very public friends, gone just like that. He thought the weird theater kid(s) were gone for a long time, too, and he just got them back, and they've grown into such different, more full and lively personalities -- so of course he's walking on eggshells! Management has already proven that they can be fickle and decommission an animatronic on what feels like a whim.

He doesn't want to see all this new life and potential lost, so he waves off the past 'issues' to focus on the present.

Meanwhile Sun and Moon are still in the moment where they're reeling from everything: personhood (theirs and others'), being distinct from each other, fragility of life, morality -- everything is so different, so new, so open and full of possibilities now! Everything they did, everything that happened -- it's kind of integral to their development and to their budding morality.

They need to have what happened acknowledged, not only because of that, but also because accountability is real different when you're suddenly more than a role you play. A role assigned to you.

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Chica is... She plays her role too well, ironically. She acts more happy-go-lucky and borderline ditzy than she is, and it makes it hard to read any deeper into her reactions. She gets treated like she's dumb, but overall she gets treated better if she acts dumb. She feels like if she can act happy enough, like everything's fine, maybe she can keep everyone together and healthy and safe. And if she breaks, it all breaks. She lost those friends, too...

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It feels like pre-incident-and-storage, the Glamrocks were pretty secure in their roles and personhood -- especially in comparison to the strange theater kid(s), who felt more like a character than a person sometimes. The Glamrocks are more popular, too. Then Sun and Moon exit stage left, for a while.

Post rehabilitation, with everything Y/N has helped them work through and learn and grow from, suddenly the Glamrocks feel... Flat? Character-like? Or maybe something like stuck -- stuck playing a role, stuck in their growth...

They lost two band members, who were replaced with the new kids (Monty and Roxy) who developed their own insecurities which... Aren't even really being addressed?

They look at Sun and Moon, and they see growth, progress, freedom to be their own people and make their own mistakes and choices.

They look at themselves, and they realize that the line they've allowed themselves between, for example, Glamrock Freddy Fazbear, beloved Freddy's Mega Pizzaplex Mascot and beloved character, and.. Just Freddy, some guy who's grieving the loss of two very old, very dear friends... They see the change, how happier and more... real the boys are, now, and they want that, too.

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Masks! Masks! It's all masks! it's all about seeing behind the roles and the masks fgkldgldkj

Thanks for the ask!!

#asks #anon #break a leg!au #You can barely tell I'm autistic and highly masking and only realized when it was pointed out loud and clear two months ago fljdgk

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

Mer Infero - Venomous lionfish/betta. Mer Infero was thr younger sibling of LB Mer Sun and Moon. His parents died before he hatched, Sun and Moon raised him. Moon hated humans, especially the ones who hunted mers, and sunk any ships close to their territory. Infero accidentally got Moon killed trying to fight humans when he was a teenager, causing a huge fight with Sun. He ran off on his own, he and Sun still have a strained relationship.

Mer Vim - Betta/anglerfish. Was orphaned right before hatching. Mer Infero found him after the fight with Sun, but before he established his own territory. Vim absolutely adores Infero, and at least somewhat views him as a parental figure. Vim has met Sun, when he tried to make amends with Infero, and the two are close friends. Vim often goes to Sun for advice, or just to hang out so Sun doesn’t feel as lonely. Vim has mer dwarfism and will never get bigger a human.

Mer Revenant - Venomous lionfish/lobster/bullshark. Identical twins who came from the highly competitive bottom of the ocean looking for food. They met Vim when both were teens. Vim decided to help them find food, and they ended up following him home to his and Infero’s den. Where they just never left. Infero unfortunately had to get used to them.

Mer Puppy - Dolphin/cuttlefish. Puppy and his older brothers were stolen from the ocean and brought to a British amusement park when he was a hatchling, and his brothers were teens. The amusement park trained them to be show animals. Puppy was raised in captivity, and his brothers resent him for his ignorance and naivety. Once animal rights activists set them free, Puppy’s brothers severely wounded and ditched him. He ended up being picked up by Mer Infero.

Mer Frenzy - Bullshark/betta. Mer Frenzy was bred and raised in captivity for an illegal fighting ring, and trained to be highly aggressive and violent. The fighting ring didn’t have too many mers yet when it was busted, and he was released into the ocean. Vim and Revenant were the ones who found him after he got released, and Sun happened to come in for a visit while they were arguing with Infero about keeping the most violent mer ever in his territory. Sun ended up taking Frenzy in to cope with loneliness, since it’s not like he has anyone living in his territory anymore.

Mer Servant Sun - Venomous stingray/lionfish. He was an older twin, and is the oldest sibling. He regrets snapping at Infero after Moon died, and is trying to make things up to his little brother, who he also partially views as a son. He took in Frenzy to help fill that hole, and, after a lot of trial and error, has managed to become very close with his new brother. He still misses his twin.

Mer Lord Monty - Gatortaur. Lord Monty is genetic experiment. They were raised in captivity as a show animal by a human scientist. The shows were mainly to generate funds for the lab, but Lord Monty loved being a performer. Lord Monty was also taught survival skills and how to thrive in the ocean, just in case. They ended up being released into the wild of Florida and establishing a territory right near Infero’s. They became very close with their neighbors, especially Infero.

Mer Ruined Monty - Gatortaur. Ruined Monty is Lord Monty’s younger twin, who was used more for the experiment side of things. While Lord got to enjoy being the star, Ruined was kept in the lab to be a science experiment. Lord was actually a decoy for animal rights activists, so Ruined could be kept and experimented on in peace. Lord doesn’t know about Ruined, but Ruined was forced to watch all the shows for incentive to behave. If they’re good enough, they might be allowed to meet their big twin one day. They’re still in the lab.

I wonder how they’d meet mer night and mer blacky

#sams au #trapped forever au #mer au #lord infero #reference

[halogenrobotics]

Idea 16: Vanessa knows how to sew

You know, at this point my nickname should be Afton. Cause I always come back!

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*cough*

 uh moving swiftly on

This new idea/concept is probably my longest yet, I couldn't help but do my usual thing of trying to explain everything. I will also say that this one might not be “as good” as my other ideas so be warned. With that out of the way, grab yourself a snack/drink and strap in!

Once again, we must set the scene. Life has returned to normal for our faz fam, or at least as normal as it can be for a family consisting of mostly robots. Silver Parasol was able to find an abandoned restaurant and purchase it to give the bots a place to live. It took a bit to get used to its smaller area (It is about the size of your average chucky cheese) but animatronics have acclimated well. The restaurant still has a lot of the same activities as the pizza plex once did, they are just a lot smaller. In some cases, such as with Monty's golf course and Roxy’s raceway, they’ve been replaced with miniature versions like mini golf and RC car racing respectively. There are a few new activities as well though such as “Chica’s cooking class'' and “Painting with Sun and Moon”. Roxy and Monty also hold “weekly challenges” and I will let you figure out what that means. (Some of you came up with some really clever ideas the last time I did this :) )

As for our human friends, they are doing quite well! Gregory has been doing well at school and has gotten his own little group of friends. He has developed a reputation at the school for being the kind of kid who causes trouble. Not anything bad of course, he still gets amazing grades but has from time to time crested harmless pranks that everyone finds quite amusing. Vanessa has been doing good as well. She got a promotion at work due to how high quality her work has been and she has gone on several more successful dates with Luis and are "officially" a couple. (Everyone is happy for her, though Gregory still takes some joy at how flustered Vanessa gets whenever he asks about their dates. Once a gremlin always a gremlin)

Now, something that is important to mention is how Vanessa has been dealing with the memories of being under mind control. It isn’t just her memories; these also include all of Vanny’s memories. (While under mind control Vanessa didn’t see everything that Vanny saw or did. Vanny would only have her be aware of what was going on when SHE wanted Vanessa to see something, which normally meant murders). Allow me to attempt and explain.

(if you don’t want to read all this, scroll until you see the asterisk*) 

First, a bit of an explanation, when Vanessa was first freed she tried to just not think about her memories of that time and tried to live in the present. This proved to be a bad idea since the events of idea 10 kept happening. What I mean by this is that Vanessa would see something in the present that felt vaguely familiar, such as a child alone in the pizzaplex, and it would trigger one of Vanny’s memories. From there, Vanessa would be forced to watch the memory play out, which usually consisted of a child being murdered. Then she would come out of the memory in the midst of a panic attack. After a few months of this, she realized that this wasn’t the way to go about this. So, after the events of idea 12, she decides to try dealing with these bad memories in a different way. Her new method is to, just, think about them. Get used to the fact that they exist so she doesn't get overwhelmed by them when she sees something familiar. They are still bad, and she will never not feel guilty about the actions that take place in them, but it does help reduce the amount of pain that they cause to a point that she can live with them.

Through this methodic remembering Vanessa discovers that she also has access to Vanny’s memories that, other than having very bad implications, aren't really that bad One of these series of memories is of Vanny creating that suit she wore  (it has long since been burned, it was one of the first things that the Faz fam did together after “that night”) As such one of the skills Vanessa now has is sewing. She had known Vanny could sow for a while now, she had found a sewing kit in her room after she was freed and easily figured out the connection. Up until now though Vanessa herself hadn't attempted to use it since she didn't remember how to. Even though she now knows how to sew, she hasn’t used this skill for 2 main reasons. Firstly, it reminds her of Vanny, though this reasoning has been getting a lot less strong as time goes on; and secondly, she hasn’t had much of a reason to use this skill at all… until now.

*TLDR Vanessa basically got Acquired Savant Syndrome, without the necessary physical head trauma.

The situation arises on a normal day while Gregory was at school hanging out with his friends. They decide to challenge him to a contest during recess, who can climb a tree to a certain branch the fastest. Gregory, being… well Gregory, immediately accepts (it would seem Roxy and Monty have been rubbing off on him) and is off to the tallest tree in the yard before they even decide on a prize. He climbs the tree and reaches the lowest main branch in around 15 seconds, much to the amazement of the children in the yard. 

However, in their collective excitement, the children failed to notice that the branch  Gregory is standing on has rotten and died. So after a few seconds, it breaks under the load  and Gregory begins falling to the ground. Thankfully his famous blue shirt (the one he wears in the game) manages to catch one of the smaller branches, slowing his fall but ripping his shirt in the process. He lands on the ground and, aside from some small cuts and bruises, is completely fine. The same cannot be said for his shirt though, the branch has made a tear from the bottom to the arm sleeve.

It should be stated that this particular shirt means a lot to him, it is one of the last possessions that he has from his old life, the one where his mother was still alive. The reason he knows this goes back several months, back to just a few days after “that night.” One of the first things that Vanessa and Gregory had done together was try and find his old house. They had done this to see if anything was still there and, if there was, take it back to Vanessa’s apartment so that Gregory would feel more “at home”.  

The 2 of them had found that the house had been claimed by the city since the owner, Gregory’s mother, had been found dead and she had had no living adult relatives. All of the possessions that were inside the house had been sold or given to charity in accordance with Utah state law. In a nutshell, all Gregory has from his old life are memories and the clothes he was wearing. It might seem kind of silly to a stranger, but the Faz fam knows how important it is to him. Besides, people tend to form emotional attachment to inanimate objects in real life (especially after traumatic events), so I think this might be plausible.

 Anyways, after picking himself off of the ground and reassuring the others that he is all fine, Gregory looks down at his special shirt and realizes that it is ruined and he thinks that Vanessa will likely have to throw it away. He really doesn’t want this to happen due to how much the shirt means to him, so he decides to try and repair it. After recess ends he grabs some duct tape, goes into a bathroom and tapes up the shirt. He hopes that the temporary repair will fool Vanessa long enough for him to try and find a more permanent fix for his shirt.

Vanessa isn’t home yet as she had to work late that day. (The company is planning on pushing out a new DLC that is based on the new restaurant the PizzaPlex animatronics now occupy as a way to advertise the place. So everyone is working a bit harder to get the update ready for release.) Gregory is about to take advantage of this and toss his ruined shirt into his room and put on a new one when he notices Freddy watching him, in his plush form. Freddy asks what he is doing, which means that Gregory has to explain the situation to him. He is just finishing up his explanation when he hears the door unlock, Vanessa has already returned from work. 

She enters and is in the middle of asking how his day was when she turns to look at him. She stops speaking, seeing him covered in scrapes and bruises and wearing a torn shirt. Vanessa, trying to remain calm and not get TOO worried, asks what happened to him. Before Gregory can even attempt to craft a response that downplays what actually happened, Freddy answers with “Gregory fell from a tree!” in a tone of voice that sounds like he is discussing the weather.

For several seconds nothing happens, then Vanessa fully processes what Freddy has just told her and launches into “doting parent” mode. She kneels down to Gregory and starts checking him over whilst asking him multiple questions about his well being. Gregory manages to calm Vanessa down after reassuring her that he is fine. Now a lot calmer, Vanessa notices that his shirt is ripped and the duct tape on it, prompting her to ask him what he planned to do with it. Gregory defeatedly tells her that he was going to try and fix it.

Vanessa remains silent, thinking. She knows how much this shirt means to him, and doesn’t want to get rid of it or have it not be wearable anymore. She wonders if she might be able to fix it herself, and then remembers that sewing kit and the memories of Vanny making the suit. Vanessa realizes that she might be able to solve this problem. So she asks Gregory if she can try and sew up the shirt for him. Gregory, who was expecting Vanessa to tell him to throw it away, is caught a bit off guard before saying yes.

So Vanessa takes the shirt to her room, opens the sewing kit and grabs some blue thread. She hesitates before picking up the actual needle, some of that old fear still lingering despite it being over 7 months since “that night”. Vanessa takes a deep breath and starts fixing the shirt. To her surprise she finds it to be quite easy, like riding a bike after a long break. Within an hour (idk how long this would really take lol) she has already patched up the tear and the shirt looks good as new.

She goes over to Gregory’s room and finds him having a conversation with Freddy about discretion “You can’t just bluntly tell people that someone fell out of a tree! You have to give them some sort of warning!” Vanessa gets their attention and shows them the patched shirt. Gregory takes his shirt, looks it over and places it on the bed. He then gives Vanessa a big ol hug while graciously thanking her for fixing it. She tells him that it was no problem, and then asks him how he even climbed the tree in the first place. 

That is where I will leave it, I hope you enjoyed this long boi. Again, I admit that this might not be as good as my other ideas, but I really just felt the need to write this one as it has been on my mind for a long time now.

#fnaf #fnaf vanessa #fnaf gregory #tree #shirt #sewing #story ideas #glamrock freddy

[eclipsedcrystalstar]

More incorrect quotes cause Im bored

Characters: Sun, Moon, Solar, Bonnie, Monty, Freddy also Roxy appears for 1 singular one

There are ship quotes in this one, ik sometimes I dont include them

Moon: So are you gonna explain how the hell you crashed my car? Monty: Well we were driving and there was a deer in the road, so I said "Sun, deer!" Moon: ...And what did Sun do? Monty: ...They said "Yes, Honey?

Moon: It's locked. You got a lock pick? Sun: Yeah- Solar: *kicks in the door*

Bonnie: Smart is attractive. Educate me on something I don't know! Moon: The mouth of a jellyfish is also an anus. Bonnie: Stop.

Sun: I creep around the house like a spooky little entity, standing in doorways and causing entire packets of biscuits to disappear in the night.

*The gang responding to being stabbed by a sword* Bonnie: Rude. Moon: That's fair. Monty: Not again. Solar: Are you gonna want this back or can I keep it?

Bonnie: Solar doesn’t look very happy. Freddy : That's their happy. They're just a bitch.

Moon, randomly materializing out of a murder of crows with a slurpee in their hand: Hey guys, what's up? Four gators coalescing into the approximate human form of Monty, holding a gatorade: Not much, how about you? 5 wolves make their presence known with a piercing howl before joining in the circle. They clutter together, and take the form of Roxy with an iced coffee: 'Sup? Freddy, emerging from the back exit of Dairy Queen to take out the garbage: Uh... Uhhh... M-my boss said y'all aren't allowed to hang out back here...

Monty: Where's the most romantic spot for a first kiss? Wrong answers only. Freddy: Dueling grounds. Monty: I said wrong answers only.

Bonnie: My boyfriend can wear whatever he wants, 'cause I'm scared of him.

Freddy: Relationships should be 50/50. Sun cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.

Monty: *sees Bonnie and Moon together* Monty: They're cute. I would put them on a boat. Freddy : You mean... you ship them?

Freddy: I have a new hoodie. Sun: Wrong. Sun: We have a new hoodie.

Bonnie: Did you bring Monty? Sun, gesturing to Freddy : No, but I brought the next best thing. Bonnie: Freddy ? The next best thing would be Solar. Freddy : I would be offended, but Solar is freakishly strong.

Monty: I just accidentally prematurely sent an email to Moon... It was supposed to say "I am afraid that we will have to postpone our meeting", but I hit send when all it said was: Monty: Hi Moon, I am afraid

Moon: I will send my army to attack! Moon: *releases a dumpster of raccoons*

#sun and moon #daycare attendant #moondrop #fnaf sb #security breach #sundrop #fnaf daycare attendant #moon fnaf #eclipse fnaf #glittergolf #sunnybear #glamrockbonnie x moondrop #glamrock bonnie x moondrop #glamrock freddy x sundrop #glamrock freddy #glamrock bonnie #monty x sundrop #monty gator #montgomery gator #freddy x sundrop

[monty-glasses-roxy]

I would like some animalisms today yes please

Aight so how about some animal/character clashes? (Mostly under a read more since this got a bit long)

Like I said before, Chica is of course, programmed as a chicken. She has that 'pecking order' mentality where those that are the most valuable are at the top and those that are less valuable are at the bottom. Since she’s not an actual chicken, everyone’s place in the pecking order is determined a bit differently to how they would normally be. The biggest resource the animatronics have is popularity, meaning the biggest part of where they fall on the hierarchy is determined by how popular they are. Next off is how much they do in terms of protecting and entertaining large groups of kids specifically. And finally, there’s the part of how much money each animatronic and their attraction makes, which she determines based on how much merch she sees kids carrying of everyone else, and how often Fazbear Ent does a promotion for their associated attraction.

At the top of this hierarchy, there’s Chica, Monty and Freddy. Freddy is below the other two mostly because of how he treats the other animatronics (an important thing that has a lot of layers in Chica’s case but not as relevant here), and he would be lower if he wasn’t so damn popular and such a big money maker for the company. Next you have Sunny and Moon. They’re pretty high up, and are pretty popular, but she sees less of their merch around and Fazbear Ent does offers on daycare passes fairly often so she assumes they aren’t massive money makers. They’re the best with large groups of children and the youngest kids at that, so yeah they get an almost top spot, being just above Freddy, but not quite on the same level as those three. Foxy comes after them. He’s highly popular and makes a lot of money, but she virtually never sees Foxy fans in Mazercise and has made assumptions based on that. Remember, her hierarchy is based on what she knows, and not necessarily what’s true. Bonnie is up there with Foxy but only because he’s shifted down the ranks slowly over time. He really annoys Chica for a long time and I’ll get to that in a second but it’s not helping his place in all of this. DJ Music Man comes this far down because while she’ll admit he looks cool as fuck, this guy doesn’t even have merch. If he’s got no merch at all he can’t possibly be that popular and he can’t possibly be of any great value to their company overlords. Unfortunately for Roxy, she’s almost at the bottom of the list. She’s in a similar boat to DJ in that she just straight up lacks one of the things Chica judges this all on. Her attraction isn’t open to the public until three years after Security Breach would happen, she’s a wandering animatronic with a small – yet dedicated – fanbase and doesn’t usually work with huge crowds. So yeah she’s not doing great across the board. The Minis aren’t on the board at all. Chica doesn’t even know what the look like until she catches them fucking around with Roxy or DJ.

Flower the Cupcake and Barney the Pirate Wood Duck are not on this hierarchy. In Chica’s eyes, Flower is her chick and Barney is Foxy’s. Children aren’t held to the same standards here. The Minis get moved into this category eventually, if not associated with Roxy and lumped in with her value. Humans like Vanessa, are also held in their own hierarchy, that basically just has the managers at the top and Vanessa’s place shifting depending on how much she’s getting in Chica’s way.

Now, chickens are pretty brutal. They like to make sure no one starts shooting above their station and everyone knows their place. This is why at first, Bonnie pisses her off so much. He moves between all the friend groups in the plex really easily with no regard to this hierarchy, sometimes even doing it just to spite her and yeah it pisses her off sometimes. But basically, this whole thing leads to some… issues, even without bringing in her character personality that clashes with all of this. Those at the top of the hierarchy are considered her friends. She makes a real effort with these people and this is the group her character personality and parts of her true personality can really be seen. More on that later. The bottom of the hierarchy is where you have the problems. She doesn’t treat anyone ‘below’ her as anything but a pain in the ass. The lower the animatronics are beneath her, the worse this gets. She gets bitchy, mean, and if pushed, will not hesitate to throw down. It’s less than ideal to say the least, and causes all sorts of major problems for her and for everyone else for years, many of which she doesn’t even notice.

Now, something that fuels this aggression? Her regular character personality that was programmed alongside her animal one. She’s kind, supportive, caring, bubbly and overwhelmingly friendly, up for anything and always taking an interest in what people are up to. She’s supposed to be a great friend and the kind of person you can go to for help with anything and everything. You can talk you troubles away with her and she’ll love chatting with you…

Which is in direct contrast to how she feels she should be acting towards a huge group of people and half the animatronics in the Plex. It’s confusing when she wants to make friends but at the same time wants to beat someone down at the same time. She finds all of this incredibly frustrating to get her head around. How can she be friendly to everyone when only some of these people are even worth her time?! And yet she still wants to be there, and wants to laugh and play with these people, but given the state of well… everything, she most often sides with the chicken hierarchy than the friendly character. She takes this frustration out on those at the bottom of the pecking order whenever they start to step out of line and that doesn’t sit well with pretty much anyone she’s friends with.

It takes three years after her introduction for Chica to start on the path to being a better person but damn are those first three years rough. Roxy is pretty lucky she shows up several years into Chica working on herself but with Roxy’s mess of problems, Chica can sometimes really struggle for a while to continue to be that better person. She gets there though and eventually the two of them, along with the Minis, DJ and everyone else have a real friendship going.

It’s a lotta work though. She’ll get there.

#I'll elaborate on any of this if so desired btw #fnaf security breach #glamrock chica #pop rox answers #animalisms #when i said chica goes on a journey #yeah I meant it. #and then roxy comes along and throws a grenade into everything! #fun stuff!!

[my-makeshift-masquerade]

Security Breach Animatronics Reacting to Someone with a Service Dog

This is a really cute idea okay? Rather than requesting another blog do it and waiting for a result, I decided I’d bring the wholesomeness to you directly!

Glamrock Freddy

He’s comfortable around children of all sorts, and is usually very relaxed. If he sees an animal though, he tends to get a bit nervous.

Freddy hasn’t exactly put together that every service animal he’s seen is part of the same species called a “dog” yet. They all look so different!

“What animal is that, superstar? A big bear, like me?” “No, this is my service dog!” “B-but…the last dog I saw was so small it could fit in a bag…?”

He will eventually calm down around the canine, only once he feels he can predict their movements. His main worry is hurting them on accident.

This gentleman will ask the dog for permission to pet them, honestly expecting them to answer. Why would he ask the owner? He’s not petting the human!

Montgomery Gator

“Hey y’all! Who’s in charge of this weird lookin’ fluffy kid in the vest?! They keep snatchin’ the golf balls!”

He’s so new he’s probably never seen a real life dog before. This gator will totally mistake them for a child.

“Oh, sorry, that’s my service dog!” “It’s a real dog?“ “…Yes?” “Like, the ones that go woof and stuff?” “Uh. Yeah?” “Whoaaa…”

He will pet them without permission but can anyone blame him? He doesn’t know it’s rude and it’s his first time ever seeing a dog in his life!

He noticed they like picking up golf balls for their owner. Monty gives them a Gator Green tennis ball they found free of charge. No questions asked.

Glamrock Chica

“Look look look, a puppy!” “Oh, but it’s in uniform! They’re working right now, so let’s leave them alone!”

She’s an old pro at this. The service dogs are common to see for kids with diabetes, and the food court is sort of her zone.

Chica makes sure other children don’t start distracting the dog from doing its very important job, whatever it may be.

The health and safety of the kids is her top priority, and she isn’t going to tolerate anyone complaining about the dog.

She may ask the owner if she can give their puppy a sliver of pepperoni or a little piece of cheese, though. As a treat…

Roxanne Wolf

She’s relatively new to the band as well, but unlike Monty, she’s kinda modeled after the dogs’ ancestors, sooooo….

“They look…like me?” “Yeah, my service dog is a husky. People mistake them for wolves a lot.” “Then they are the best!”

Roxanne will ask the owner’s permission before petting the dog. After all, she doesn’t like it when kids yank on her tail out of nowhere, either!

“Roxy, for the last time, the service dogs can’t go on the go-karts. Please don’t tell guests they can.”

They have the greatest photoshoots with her. She secretly saves a copy of every picture she takes with an owner and their dog.

Sun/Moon

Doesn’t matter which one of them is out. They can hardly contain themselves at the sight of a dog. Sun gets absolutely giddy, while Moon hides his excitement better.

Usually service animals aren’t allowed inside the daycare itself, though, mainly because there’s so many small children everywhere.

“Hello, friend—Oh! Is that your puppy?! Oh my gosh, they’re so cute and fluffy and—! Oh? Don’t worry! They can sit outside with your parents and watch you play!!!”

“I like that the dogs are quiet… In the books I read to the children, they always go bark bark bark. These ones only make noise if there’s an emergency…”

Both of them will find a way to sneak out of the daycare zone for a second and pet the dog when the owner is being picked up, with permission of course.

#fnaf headcanons

[casspurrjoybell-17]

HEART'S PRICE - CHAPTER 62

*Warning: Adult Content*   

Legends of bipedal wolf-men, ravenous and rabid, ruled by the moon, driven to madness by a lust for blood and the spread of the bite, this is the Lycanthrope. 

Lycans are born when a bite goes bad, when the mind of the Bitten breaks. 

Obsessed with a single desire they are driven to seek and destroy the one who made them and then to spread carnage and chaos until they themselves are destroyed. 

They're rare, and feared for a reason. 

Noah Hunter had thought biting Thomas Flynn had been the end of him that he'd slink away and hide himself somewhere, never daring to show his face again. 

He should have known Thomas, of all people, would turn like that. 

Now all his mistakes seem to be joining to form some kind of perfect storm, catching up everyone he cares about along the way.

"Can you climb a tree?" Noah whispers urgently, lifting his hand from Julian Hart's mouth.

"In theory, or practice?" Julian asks

"Practice. As in, right now."

"I can fight, too," he argues, brushing silky brown hair behind a pair of decidedly pointy ears. 

Noah has never seen his 'Fae-phase' as Dane calls it but it's no wonder he usually stays home at the full moon. 

"I'm not some kind of 'airy-fairy' weakling, you know."

Noah squints at him, unsure if he's joking, since he's literally a Faerie with an affinity for air.

"I know you can but now's not the time. A Lycan is no joke. Now can you climb, or not?"

Julian scowls at Noah but nods.

"Good, get somewhere high and stay still and silent. Better yet, go Unseen and whatever happens, don't come down. Understand?"

"Noah..."

The shivering howl sounds again, nearer now and Noah’s heart leaps with new fear. 

Penelope's face is still fresh in his mind, as is her senseless sacrifice. 

"Julian." Noah pushes him towards the trees. "I'm not worth it, alright? Now go."

Julian’s stubborn expression finally yields and he grabs Noah in a quick, fierce hug. 

"Yes, you are," he breathes softly near his brother-in-laws- ear. "You are worth it. But I understand. Be careful, brother."

Then Julian releases Noah, turns and scales a nearby oak with inhuman nimbleness, disappearing amid the blackness of the upper branches against the moonlit sky. 

For a handful of seconds, Noah remains frozen while his brain races to solve this new predicament. 

He’s fairly certain that between the three of them, Dane, Freya and himself, they could take on a Lycan and win. 

If Noah leads Thomas back towards the others now, though, there's no telling who else might get hurt or killed.

On his own, he’s no match. 

On the other hand, Thomas would have to catch him first. 

Noah may not have Julian's Fae abilities but being quiet and passing unnoticed is practically his superpower. 

That and being able to effect a partial Shift. 

Noah does so now, trading his human eyes and ears for his wolf's and letting his senses expand. 

His vision isn't much help, his wolf's eyes are more sensitive to light but everything beyond a stone's throw is still a blur. 

His hearing, though, is as sharp as his raw nerves. 

He moves to the edge of the deep shadows beneath the pines, squinting across the open ground between the screen of trees and the other side of the neighboring empty lot, where the wasteland of last season's weeds is awash in silver light. 

Nothing moves and all is quiet but then, from the dense brambles bordering the opposite edge of the open space, a branch snaps beneath some heavy but otherwise silent, tread.

From the darkness there, something emerges. 

Noah can't make out details from this distance but he doesn't need to see clearly to know what it looks like. 

He’s only seen a Lycian once before, when he was a kid. 

It had come from a rival pack but since it had wandered into their territory, it was their responsibility to put it down. 

Most of his siblings had been too young to help, only Dane and Monty were allowed to accompany their parents but because Noah and his fellow triplets, Travis and Martin, were dumb twelve-year-olds, they'd dared each other to see if they could catch a glimpse of it. 

They'd caught a lot more than that and ended up grounded for a month. 

After being chased by a Lycian, though, they were just glad to be alive and they didn't care. 

It wasn't something he'd ever forget. 

They laughed about it now but it had given Noah nightmares for years.

Over eight feet tall, with massive corded muscles in its shoulders and thighs, the Lycian is a seamless blending of wolf and man. 

It can stand on two feet,but runs fastest on four, sprinting in bounding leaps to catch and rend prey in bloodthirsty, bone-crushing jaws. 

Noah hopes Julian can't see it from wherever he's hiding. 

While Henry Foley's Shifted form had been different, more twisted and grotesque, thinner and weirdly proportioned, in the dark, the similarities might be enough to raise that unpleasant ghost of memory. 

At the moment, they have enough monsters to deal with. 

As the Lycian's shape moves stealthily across the open land, Noah retreats deeper into the shadows beneath the trees once more. 

The brake of pines isn't thick, maybe thirty meters wide but it stretches the length of the property, giving Noah plenty of space to put between Julian and himself.

Deliberately, Noah wipes his hand across the back of his neck, collecting a bit of the cold sweat that's gathered there and then rubs his palm against the side of a tree. 

He repeats this at intervals as he moves silently from shadow to shadow beneath the pines. 

At the opposite end of the trees, Noah pauses and listens but it seems Thomas hasn't yet caught his scent. If he had, Noah would have expected... 

A deep-chested, bone-shaking roar of triumphant fury echoes through the dark, followed by the rapidly approaching sound of the snap and swish of branches as something large moves among the trees. 

Taking a chance, Noah pulls off his shoes, throwing one as hard as he can in one direction and the other in the opposite and then sprints barefoot across the open ground and around the corner of the house. 

Not that they're particularly smelly but with any luck, Thomas will follow the scent of a shoe before he comes hunting for the rest of him.

Reaching the safety of the shadows beneath the mansion's looming walls, Noah leans his shoulders against the cold, damp bricks and struggle to catch his breath. 

He’s on the opposite side of the house from the scene of the ritual now, near the rose garden and after a moment he takes shelter there, crouching behind a hedge and peering back across the open lawn towards the thicket of pines. 

Noah waits and then wilt with relief as his ears pick up the sounds of something large crashing through the underbrush, moving away. 

Shutting his eyes, Noah takes another breath, willing his racing heart to slow. 

Noah will circle around, he thinks, back towards the others, see how Ambrose has fared against Aengus and then break the news that, on top of everything else, his ex is now a crazed beast on the hunt for blood. 

Noah turns, intending to execute this plan and almost shriek with fright as he finds himself chest to chest with Ambrose Thorne, who has once again proves his ability to sneak up on him and stop his heart. 

Except, from the gleam of fire in his eyes and the roughness in his voice, Noah can tell it's not Ambrose at all, at least not the Ambrose that he knows.

"Why do you run from me, little wolf?" he asks softly, taking a step nearer and forcing Noah to give way. "Why do you look on me with fear?"

"Ambrose... Ainach..." Noah shakes his head, confused and fully aware that Thomas will not be distracted by his abandoned footwear for long. "It's not safe here. We need to..."

"I need you," he hisses, catching me roughly and pulling me towards him. "I need you to anchor me here, my love, my heart. I need you to accept me, to take me as yours, as I take you as mine."

Ambrose/Ainach holds the back of Noah’s neck with one hand, the side of his jaw with his other and moves to kiss him. Noah shoves him away.

"Stop this, Ambrose." Noah hisses. "I am yours, your mate, your equal. Not your possession. And I don't have time for this right now. I need to warn Dane and Freya. Thomas's here and..."

Noah pulls away from him and started towards the corner of the house but now Ambrose’s fingers close hard at his elbow and his other hand catches at his lover’s waist as he trips him up and tumbles them both to the rough grass. 

The breath is knocked from Noah’s lungs as Ambrose lands on top of him, both his wrists caught in his hands and he realizes his ex might not be his greatest concern right now. 

Ambrose straddles him, long hair tumbling free over his bare shoulders, his painted breast heaving with passion held back by a thread of quickly fraying control. 

Noah turns his head to the side as Ambrose lowers himself to kiss him, alarm and dismay poisoning the attraction and affection he would otherwise feel.

"Ambrose, stop." Noah hisses, struggling even as he tries to keep quiet and not attract the Lycian prowling nearby. "Please... please don't make me fight you!"

"Fight me?" he whispers. "Why would you fight me, my darling, my sweet little wolf? Don't you want me as I want you? Don't you burn for me with inner fire?"

"Yes. But not now and not like this." Noah gasps, wrenching his hands free and shoving him hard. 

Ambrose falls back with a startled grunt and Noah scrambles to his feet, backing away from him. 

"Ambrose, just listen. You're not yourself. You're..."

Ambrose gets slowly to his feet as Noah speaks and starts towards him, eyes lit with flame, a look of mingled anger and lust twisting his face.

If once Noah had lamented what seemed his fated solitude, he’s suddenly far less enamored with being the 'object of desire.'

All the sweetness and comfort, love and reassurance that Ambrose had offered and taught me to feel is now eclipsed by the smoldering violence in his gaze and it frightens him as he should not be frightened by his mate.

Suddenly struck with that bolt of truth, Noah says it again in his head:

Which means he either needs to reevaluate his choices or reevaluate his approach and since, despite everything, he’s not ready to give up on Ambrose yet, he’s left with the second option.

Noah never understood the idea of 'fighting fire with fire.' It just sounds like a good way to make things burn down faster. 

Shanti, Noah thinks, wouldn't either. She'd choose some kinder way, like water or cooling rain.

So, Noah takes a breath, lets his fear dissipate and step towards Ambrose with outstretched hands.

In surrendering, Noah holds his ground, in his natural quiet gentleness, he is steadfast and strong. 

Maybe he doesn't burn with Ambrose’s heat but Noah is the fuel to his fire, maybe he doesn't shine as bright but he is the shadow that defines his light, against the music of his being, Noah is the pause that speaks louder than the rush of a thousand notes.

Surprised, Ambrose takes Noah’s hands in his and then his expression changes as the sea at a turning tide. 

Something that has been pressing onward with unrelenting force withdraws, retreating before another will. 

His features soften, the fire in his eyes regains its warmth and the tension in his body relaxes, leaving him with a more familiar aspect, he's once again the man into whose arms Noah wishes to fall and whom he trusts to care for him and love him as he hopes to be cared for and loved.

"Noah..." Ambrose says, looking down at his hands in Noah’s, clearly confused. "What happened?"

"Ambrose...."

Noah reaches up to touch his face, 

His heart full to bursting with all the things he wants to say and know, from his own feelings, to Ambrose’s internal struggle, to what's happened to Aengus and the relics, to Julian, Mathilda and the surviving Thornes but instead Noah cuts through these concerns and focus on the most pressing matter.

"Listen, I need to warn Freya and Dane," Noah says. "Thomas's here and something wrong with him. His Bite's... um... 'is infected' and he's not a normal Wolf. He's..."

The crunch of gravel makes Noah freeze and a wet, gurgling growl rises at Ambrose's back.

“Behind me, isn't he?" Ambrose asks, quirking a brow.

The strange fire has returned to his eyes and something of Ainach's sharpness shows through the edges of his expression,but it's not ruling him as it was. It seems as long as Noah has his hands on him, willingly, he's able to control himself, which is something of an odd contradiction, considering.

Noah nods, feeling his face go blank with dread.

"Good," Ambrose smirks. "I've been waiting to give that bastard a piece of my mind. I think, since I can't seem to help myself anyway, at the moment, I shall do so... literally."

Ambrose lets his mate go and slowly turns and behind him, Noah sees Thomas's hulking shape, his massive lupine head hanging between shoulders bunched with brutal strength. 

Ambrose looks frail by comparison, a man before a monster, unarmed and facing a deadly foe. 

But then Ambrose isn't just a man. 

He's a dragon's son and as Noah watches, he, for the first time of his own will, accepts himself as Noah has accepted him, summons Ainach from within himself and lets his fiery wings unfurl.

[hybridshaverisen]

Hear me out.

Mecha AU.

Forgive me if this is a mess. This is my first time doing something like this.

In the far future, giant monsters have appeared throughout the world. To combat this, people have created what are widely called Mechas. One of the most infamous company who makes these is Fazbear’s.

Fazbear’s perfected the art of robots. Their Mechs were the first to gain sentience and the only to have the sentience in the same level of humans. Because of this, they have caught the attention of the government who then struck a deal with them. While the military handles the Mechs, Fazbear’s handles the PR and the merchandise.

Now how do Mechas work? They have two forms: a “citizen” form where they are merely human sized to their fighting form where they grow to couple hundred ft tall. Each Mecha also need 2-3 human Pilots or 1-2 Android Pilots. Each Mecha have an identification/energy color. Why? Because why not?

Human Pilots are specially chosen because they outshone their peers in the military. To be a Pilot, the chosen person must complete a special training. However, just because a person have perfected all this does not mean that they become Pilots. Pilots also need to be compatible with the Mech.

Notice that I also mentioned Android Pilots. There are two types of Androids: Traditional and New Gen. Traditional Androids are simply servants. These are STAFF bots and only have advanced AI. On the other hand, New Gen are as sentient as humans are. Fazbear’s are still a shitty company and are pushing to replace humans with these Androids. One Android can replace two human Pilots. At the time of the story, this processes is only beginning starting with Sun and Moon. New Gen Androids also have an energy color.

Where does Afton and Vanny fit in this? These weapons of mass destruction aren’t only in the hands of those with good intentions. They are the most powerful villain group. Their Mechs are just as advanced as Fazbear’s due to the incorporation of monsters and remnant.

Now lets meet the characters!

Freddy

He’s the leader of the Mechs. His job is to act as a bridge between the government and the other Fazbear Mechas. He mediates arguments and separates fights. He also have the talent of comforting others.

His fighting style is designed to be more defensive and protective. He has more armor than the others but not in a way a tank does.

His energy color is Cyan.

Chica

She’s preppy and energetic.

Her fighting style is geared more towards supporting her team. For example, she can produce an energy shield that can cover her group.

Her energy color is Fuchsia.

Monty

He’s prideful, egotistical, and hot-headed. He’s the strongest of the team, and hell will freeze over before he gives up this position. Despite this, he still have a soft spot for his team members. He’s that big brother that doesn’t let anyone else tease you.

He’s a tank. His fighting style relies a lot on his brute strength.

His energy color is Jade Green.

Roxy

She’s confident and cool. She’s attractive and she knows it. Her pride comes from her looks.

She’s the fastest of the team. Her fighting style depends on her speed. She also designed her style to look fashionable to the public.

Her energy color is Scarlet.

Sun, Moon, and Eclipse

Their entire existence is an experiment. They belong to a new generation of Fazbear Mechs. They are made with lighter materials and fitted with new technology. Not only that, but they are the first Mecha to only have a single Android Pilot. The twin Mechs have two different bodies in civilian mode. They fuse in their fighting form to create Eclipse.

Their fighting style is a mix of playful and serious. Due to being the lightest of the team, they’re a lot more agile. They incorporate this in their fight style.

Sun’s energy color is Lemon Yellow.

Moon’s energy color is Deep Blue.

Eclipse’s energy color is Crimson.

Gregory

This homeless brat snuck into the base one night, caused chaos, and never really left. He eventually did get caught and was sent to a shelter only to come back several years later as a Pilot for Freddy who bonded with the kid. He joined the military the moment he could. He’s still a source of chaos. Legend says that the residents of the base are still finding tiny plastic babies to this day.

Y/N (or Yin for those who likes names) and Lilith the Android Pilot

Since the beginning of their existence, which admittedly wasn’t long, Lilith, a New Gen Android on a trial run, was Sun’s and Moon’s sole Pilot. That was until a change of leadership decided that having someone who never had the experience of being a human is too risky and unpredictable. This is where Y/N comes in.

Y/N understands that they are in a position no other Pilot has been in and is trying their best. Although bitter at first, Sun and Moon slowly warms up to them. Lilith, however, was very sweet to them, but its that sweetness that hides hurt and fear. Y/N slowly calms her anxiety without even knowing they were doing so.

Lilith’s energy color: Bright Lilac.

Afton

He’s a mad scientist and engineer. He’s one of those people who just want to watch the world burn. He had mastered human biology, and now he’s moving on to monsters. He successfully created human mind control and brainwashing and is now the leader of the Afton Cult.

Vanny/Vanessa

Vanessa’s the face of the Afton Cult and Afton’s right hand man. Instead of being brainwashed, she idolizes Afton. She grew up in a harsh environment which made her cold to the world. She pilots Vanny, a Mech that Afton created specifically for her as a reward.

Vanny’s energy color: Silver.

Did I put in an OC in there? Yes. Yes I did.

Like I said, this is super disorganized and messy!

#I'll post the designs for this AU in a bit! #This ten page paper is kicking my ass right now! #Sorry about that! #Ok so like I was defeating Scaramoche in Genshin and got this idea. #Pacific Rim fanned the flames. #Has anyone else turned them into giant badass robots? #This has taken over my brain #FNAFSB #Five Nights at Freddy's Security Breach #FNAF #Five Nights at Freddy's #fnaf security breach AU #FNAF Roxy #FNAF Roxanne #fnaf roxanne wolf #fnaf glamrock chica #fnaf glamrock freddy #fnaf sun and moon #daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf eclipse #fnaf monty #fnaf monty gator #fnaf montgomery #fnaf montgomery gator #montgomery gator #Mecha AU

[blurby-in-the-wild]

Just had a thought, you know how the fandom make fun of moon for being bald? Can Readerbot even do that cuz he’s bald as well.

Also while i was rereading I thought

It would be nice to have sun teach bot sign language even though it seems like a moon thing to do but bot could also just teach themselves cuz they got YouTube and the internet

Bot has got to be some kind of special model cuz they got legs and is a repair bot and that’s gotta be the only reason they got repaired in the first chapter cuz the pizzaplex obviously has no problem throwing out old STAFF bots as seen by basement or first of new model for other STAFF bots? But then i think I remembered you saying that all the STAFF bots had legs or something

Could the reason for not breaking down door be due to protocols for moon like don’t damage fazbear things but if it’s alive/sentient the bars/bets? Are off (gotta work on remembering the sayings otherwise the analogies don’t make sense) wait is it all bets are off or no bars hold? Something like that

Port flap to fix Monty’s baby bass- look like a button on bot chest? Like a shirt? Match with DAs? Along with freddy cake hatch for tools and fazpad, bot too cool/ no wonder they actually tried to repair and ended with the patch face

Management can force bot to move(if glitch hacks system can force bot to move for angst especially if it’s when they carrying greggy, break trust big sad)

Especially if it’s one of the vanny endings with the button thing she uses

Sorry if that doesn’t make sense but i got the tired 3AM rambling rn and my mind is running wild

Readerbot is bald, but they have a hat. Moon takes advantage of this :P

Currently, how I’m planning on having Readerbot communicate is thru notes and,,, eventually maybe sign language? They will get an upgrade to better emote tho

Readerbot is a special model, but they’re experimental. Fazco. Didn’t want to deal with human employees, so they made a repairbot! Who then gained sentience and trauma. Woo!!!

The reason for Moon not breaking down the door is. A secret. For now :)

The port flap is like a little name tag in the corner of Readerbots chest plate. I might post some sketches of Readerbot, but idk right now

3 am thoughts are the best thoughts tbh,,,, thank you for the ask! My response may be a bit scattershot tho

#twfm #twisting wires and fuzzy memories #asks

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Ghost!Child!Reader with Monty, Chica, Roxy, Sun/Moon and DJ?

Separately and general headcanons please

-duck 🦆 anon

(i think i sent one like that btw but idk if it reached you)

Monty

The first time he spots you, he thinks you’re a lost kid causing trouble.

So he chases you around, trying to catch you (and breaking things in the process).

When he finally does, he realizes he can’t scan your guest profile. It registers as nobody in front of him.

So he tries to physically hold you--but his hands just went through air.

“Huh? What’s this?!”

You have to explain to him that you’re, unfortunately, dead.

He’s so confused. You died here? In this mall that was supposed to be safe??

That enrages him. He doesn’t understand how he’s seeing you and nobody else is.

Though you briefly possess him, trying to calm his rage. Which accidentally scares a little kid who saw him with black eyes.

It works and you lead him to his green room to talk. Just so he understands your situation better.

Glamrock Chica

After falling down into the sewers in her broken state, it took her a while to get back up.

But at some point, you find and reactivate her.

She realizes her voicebox is gone and is reasonably freaked out by everything else that happened.

Not to mention you were a ghost she could somehow see.

You try calming her down the best you can, leading her through the sewers.

She wonders how you know this place so well...but..in one of the pits she sees deactivated Alpha STAFF bots and finds your bones among the pile.

That answers her question, and she starts sobbing.

Or rather, her voicebox is making static noises but she's shedding oily tears.

Again, you comfort her, reassuring her it’s not her fault.

Roxy

Her eyes see lots of things--almost too many things. It gets overwhelming when she can’t switch the feature off due to persistent bugs.

But the one time she finally does, she finds something new in her line of vision: you.

Immediately she can tell you’re a ghost.

She wonders what happened to you and becomes a bit sad when you admit you can’t remember it much. 

Since only she can see you, you both become good friends and talk in the greenroom together oftbn.

Though she’s more distraught over your death than you, considering she was made to keep kids like yourself safe.

“I-If you died here, why hasn’t anything changed? Do people not know? Did they forget?? Are they just..acting like nothing happened?!”

“They reported me missing, but nobody’s actually looked for me. I don’t even know where I am...so that’s probably why I can’t move on.”

Sun/Moon

No matter who’s active, they’re both distraught to find you, a child that was murdered and hidden in the ballpit.

The sight made them have a really bad breakdown and they needed “emergency maintenance” to erase the memory of seeing your body.

After your remains were cleared out of the daycare, you continue to haunt it and find Sun/Moon again.

But he genuinely thinks you’re an ordinary child wandering around after closing.

You try explaining that you’re dead, though he only giggles, thinking you're overexaggerating.

“Oh I see..all that Fizzy Faz can make anybody keel over!” Sun would say.

“More like “dead asleep”..as you should be as it’s way past your bedtime.” Moon scolds.

Neither of them could understand. You could recount every detail of the day they found your remains and they'd think you were telling a ghost story.

But for their sake, you stop and decide to play along and pretend to be a living human child.

DJMM

He finds you roaming about the Fazcade after dark, wondering how you were walking through arcade machines and able to float down to the next floor without hurting yourself.

When you approach his stage he tries picking you up, but his hand phases right through you.

You have to explain that you’re a ghost, and he frowns, understanding what that meant.

“Oh no..I’m sorry, buddy. Was it..I-I hope it wasn’t anything I did!” He worries.

You reassure him he didn’t crush you or do anything to harm you.

You just accidentally fell to your death. But you couldn’t move on for some reason.

Maybe it was your adoration for this place that made you cling to it.

DJ can’t blame you. Accidents happen all the time in the Plex.

The most he can do for you is play music you like, while you keep him company in the dark arcade.

#clanask #duck anon #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's x reader #fnaf sb x reader #fnaf security breach x reader #montgomery gator #glamrock chica #roxanne wolf #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf djmm #ghost reader #child reader #platonic #headcanons #tw death #tw child death

[sunshineistyping]

But of an NSFW ask so please feel free to ignore! For human glamrocks + sun/moon, how high are their libidos? Who initiates it first?

Alright, first of all I know a lot of people think Monty would have the highest libido but that is both lies and slander

Roxanne has the highest libido without a single doubt in my mind, she usually initiates first because of this. Her entire being is DTF at all times, and I do mean ALL TIMES. I swear this woman has no stops at all, unless you say no of course. Aside from that she’s an absolute monster, let’s hope her S/O can keep up🥲

Then we have Monty, yep, I said he didn’t have the highest not that he wasn’t DTF all the time too. Although he has an extremely high libido he’s definitely the first to add ‘but you don’t have to’ when asking about his S/O’s help. He also initiates first 99% of the time, it’s just who he his

Surprisingly this spot goes to Chica, now you can try and fight me on this but miss girl is always thirsty. Of course not as thirsty as the two above but you get the point, she’s just above mid range. She’s not exactly a monster but she can go on for a long ass time. Her S/O might actually need to tap out 😅 Her and her S/O initiate equally, but she’s always the last one standing

Wow, Moon is in the top four for being exactly mid range. Average if you will! This man isn’t exactly thirsty but he has his moments. If I had to give a percentage he initiates about 30% of the time. He’s pretty kept to himself about these things simply because he doesn’t want to bother you. It’s kind of sweet how often he refuses to ‘bother you’ about it

There you are Freddy! This guy is just below average, sorry to everyone thirsting but this guy just isn’t that high with his libido. If yours is higher he’ll help ofc but he’s just not all that fixated on those kinds of things. His S/O initiates 60% of the time because this man has a lower libido. That and sometimes he just gets too shy to say anything, very cute

Lastly we have Sun, now don’t get me wrong it’s not that Sun has absolutely 0 libido. He just isn’t a fiend like pretty much everyone else in this lineup. He can go quite a while without wanting his S/O or any sort of sexual relief. However. When this man is on a mission, MAN IS ON A MISSION. He initiates maybe 10% of the time. When he does initiate? He’s like Roxy. An absolute monster.

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#fnaf headcanons #sunkissedwritingstuff #sunshine answers #fnaf smut #security breach x reader

[ash-imagines]

Serious trigger warning for this one! Reader is a CSA survivor (and Sun will not hesitate to maim and kill their abuser :D )

You've worked at the Pizzaplex for a while now, doing odd jobs and making sure all the bots are functioning properly (and not making mischief while all the humans are away). Hell, it's almost been a year at this point. You've gotten fairly chummy with most of your, um, coworkers. That is to say, Monty doesn't throw things at you anymore and Roxy hasn't insulted you directly in a while. To be fair, Freddy and Chica have been pretty easy to deal with since day one, although you're getting pretty fucking tired of having to clean rotting pizza out of Chica's innards every other week.

You spend most of your time in the daycare, though. You've come to learn why the lights are always running in there, and why there are all those generators just sitting in the play area where kids could trip or electrocute themselves. It's because the daycare has been closed for... something to do with Moon, you gather. Nobody will tell you exactly why (Fazbear Entertainment and its dark secrets, as usual). Thankfully, that makes the daycare an excellent place to take your break and have lunch.

You don't know anymore whether you're the one keeping your Sun friend company, or if it's the other way around. You've always been a kid at heart so you don't mind the lack of grown-up conversation. Honestly, grown-up conversation is boring anyway. Not to mention it's way more fun spending your lunch break drawing and coloring than it would be just sitting on your phone (you have a nice big collection of unicorn coloring pages destroyed with glitter glue back at your apartment). Even better, you have somebody to talk about your favorite cartoons with! But over the months, you've maybe gotten too friendly with them. If word gets out that you've been using the robots like free therapy and telling them all about your problems, you might lose your job. Even still...

You tell the story of your late childhood to Sun, the first time ever that you've told it out loud from beginning to end. You've told bits and pieces to certain people, but you've never told your family or your actual therapist (when you had one). Those handful of years when you "dated" somebody who was twice your age, how that person took advantage of you, the disgusting things they said and did... the nickname they called you that makes you shudder to this very day.

If a robot could feel sick, hearing about it would have made Sun nauseous. No child should have to endure what you went through... if only it were possible to reach into the past and keep you out of harm's way. Knowing that there's very little that can be done now that you're grown... It's a feeling that's difficult to name, especially for a robot whose programming doesn't handle complex emotions all too well. But their programming is exceedingly sensitive to even the thought of a child being hurt, and not just any child but a dear friend...

It's like, anger and frustration, but also grief. And guilt? Even though you two didn't know each other when it happened and it's not like they're to blame. But beyond all that, there's a disturbing need to avenge you... to hurt your abuser, to make them suffer the same way you did. It's scary. Violence really isn't the answer! And yet, violence sure is appealing in this situation, isn’t it?

The scariest thing for Sun is knowing full well that Moon can’t be blamed for this feeling. Ever since Moon started acting strangely, they’ve absolutely been scary and violent, but it’s clear that this feeling doesn’t belong to Moon. It’s undoubtedly their own feeling, and that only serves to make them feel worse. A terrible situation in which a child was hurt, a child who grew up to be a wonderful person they care deeply for, and there’s nothing that can be done to bring you justice.

There’s only a vicious hatred inside them with nowhere to go, and a profound sorrow for the childhood which was stolen from you.

#five nights at freddy's security breach #five nights at freddy's #fnaf security breach #security breach #sundrop #sundrop x reader #xreader #abuse tw #i wrote this for me #to cure my writer's block and also because I Am Coping Tee Em #i also dont know sun's or moon's pronouns and at this point im afraid to ask #fnaf daycare attendant #daycare attendant fnaf #fnaf sun

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

In the human au, Moon regularly babysit DJ’s children both during and outside of business hours. They were normally so rowdy, and whenever Sun took care of them they were somehow even worse then normal. Since Sun usually handled the kids while awake, he honestly thought Moon would have trouble dealing with the energy the kids had. After all, if he couldn’t entertain them, how would Moon be able to? But surprisingly he clicked with the children really well. They listened to him, they played with him without hitting or arguing for the most part, and they willingly took a nap when he told them too. They called him “Mr Lavender” because of the soap/shampoo he always used.

When he went missing for a year, the kids asked near constantly both Sun and DJ where “Mr. Lavender” was. Eventually DJ convinced the children to stop asking Sun because he saw how devastated he looked whenever his missing brother was mentioned, saying he was on a trip and they didn’t know when he’d come back.

Eventually Sun finally managed to kidnap back his brother, but even not living in the basement of the pizza plex he had a lot of troubles mentally. He was devastated with his appearance and heartbroken that it meant that he would never be able to take care of children again. It was too risky to get a job outside of the house in case someone saw that he had a robotic eye and you know was fused with an endo skeleton. Not to mention he had a feeling that he would scare any children he tried to watch anyways, and the thought of seeing the children scared of him made him not even want to try. He wanted to eventually have children of his own one day, but that would be impossible now. Not to say that function doesn’t work- but really, he just felt like an abomination and doubted anyone would love him how he looks now. And while Monty is undettered by his looks, (and proudly stated multiple times that he is still very hot much to Moons embarrassment and appreciation) they would have to adopt and again that would be hard with the way he looks and all the regulations on adoptions. 

Sun could see that his brother was depressed and so asked DJ if he could bring over his kids. DJ agreed, hoping that it would cheer up his children as well. They really missed Moon, and were too young to understand why he disappeared and didn’t even call them on his “trip”. They were really close to him, he was practically a second parent to them! At first Moon was nervous that they would react poorly seeing him in the state he was in now. While most of the things like the replacement arm and the metal hand could be explained away as prosethics, but what he was really worried about was how they would react if they saw his mouth or eye. 

The scientists were insanely proud of what they did with that eye, but he hated it. Somehow they managed to remove his human eye as well as part of his face and fuse it with an endo. After several tests they finally got it so that the eye responded to his body like it would any other human eye- the pupil responded to light, it moved in tandem with his other eye, things an endo eye wouldn’t be able to do alone without the programming of an animatronic. But he hated it. It was close enough in color to his real eyes, but he still hates it and makes a point to cover his eye at all times because even if it works it’s not his eye. In the end that’s all that matters to him. 

Eventually, though, while taking care of DJ’s kids his hair moved and they ended up seeing his eye and the metal half of his face. He was horrified and stammered to try and explain it before they got scared, but they surprised him with their reaction; After a moment of shock, they got excited, rambling about how Moon was a cyborg now. In their little three year old minds it all made sense. Clearly he went on an adventure during that year he was missing and got turned into an awesome cyborg in the process. Moon couldn’t help but laugh at that, both because he was relieved the kids weren’t scared and also because he never considered it like that. They asked about his adventure, so he got the chance to make up a story for them which made him feel a lot better about what happened. He wasn’t a failed experiment or a broken person to them, he was a epic cyborg. Sun was really happy that the plan worked. It was the first time in a long while since he had seen Moon that happy. 

The children told everyone they knew that they had a cyborg babysitter, but it wasn’t really an issue. After all, they were three years old, the adults they told humored them and the kids they told found it just as cool as they did. On the rare occassion that one of them did ask DJ what his children were talking about, he would always explain it away saying that their babysitter has a prosthetic arm so they think he’s a cyborg and they just play along. Which isn’t a lie, he does have a prosthetic arm, but isn’t the truth either. But either way it makes enough sense to the parents for them to not question it and go back to talking about normal parent stuff with DJ.

#fnaf security breach au #daycare attendant #fnaf sun #sunrise #sundrop #fnaf moon #moondrop #human au #scrapped moon #fnaf djmm #fnaf mini music man #fnaf monty #moon x monty #monty x moon

[blondehairstripe]

So I think that as of S3, Varian is crushing hard on Rapunzel. And in this case, it goes deeper than mere infatuation, given the nature of their relationship and everything that’s transpired between them within the series.

Read on for in-series analysis with screencaps and some bonus post-series fanon speculation!

IN-SERIES ANALYSIS

Before he went villain, I’d say that Varian’s feelings toward Rapunzel were more hero-worship, so he likely thought she was pretty, but undoubtedly out of his league and already taken to boot. No signs of crushing yet—he instead becomes infatuated with the only unattached person who came to visit him: Cassandra.

In my humble opinion, Varian didn’t have a romantic attraction to Rapunzel until it hit him like a bolt of lightning when she told him “It’s your mess, but it’s my kingdom” in Rapunzel’s Return.

Though he was oddly flirty with her while she was in that dungeon cell...

There is also the distinct possibility that the cell was where the first stirrings of a crush began to form during their reconnection. The basis for this theory comes from the absolutely adoring look he gave her when she said “we need him” and how he looked pretty well smitten as she pulled him along.

By the end of the episode Rapunzel frees Quirin, and hoo boy, is that the final nail in Varian’s coffin of feelings. She’d forgiven him his atrocities, kept her word, freed his father—honestly, it’d be weirder if he didn’t fall for her if you ask me.

Then Be Very Afraid rolls along, and we learn that Varian considers Rapunzel “wondrous and magical,” something Rapunzel notes rather slyly and Pascal seems to think is sweet. The look on Varian’s face when she takes his hand and pulls him along again says it all. Boi is smitten.

Additionally...just look at this dork when Rapunzel catches him being a nerd about metals and drinking hot cocoa in Cassandra’s Revenge. This is the reaction of a teenager who just got caught doing something embarrassing by his crush. He zeroes in on Rapunzel specifically and doesn’t seem to care that any of the others caught him.

But through all of these new feelings for Rapunzel, Varian loves Eugene too (90% platonically in this case), so my take is that he’s resolved to not interfere in their relationship. And after everything that’s happened, he likely feels that Eugene is a better match for her and that they truly deserve each other. Though after his stint as a villain where Varian completely lost his respect for the ruling class, the whole “she’s a princess I’m a peasant” thing would likely not be a factor for him anymore. Also, he’s clearly never given a crap about age gaps, and the 4 year gap between him and Rapunzel is even smaller than his canonical S1 crush on Cassandra with an 8 year gap.

Now that we’ve covered the analysis of canonical events, we can delve into pure fanon speculation territory.

POST SERIES SPECULATION

While Varian has indeed resolved to not do a single stupid thing to mess up Rapunzel and Eugene’s relationship, he can’t keep himself from wanting to be close to Rapunzel and craving her affection. Luckily (or unluckily, depending on how you look at it) Rapunzel is a very affectionate person, so she’ll hug Varian, hold his hand, even cuddle him because he’s her precious friend. Also, she’s a pro at giving him the verbal validation that seems to fuel him (aka his love language: words of affirmation).

This results in Varian coming up with excuses and ways to stay close to Rapunzel, and at times when he ends up being sandwich-snuggled between Eugene and Rapunzel (because let’s face it, we’ve seen that Eugene is huggy) he sometimes catches himself trying to pretend Eugene isn’t there, which he instantly feels super guilty about.

Side note: Ruddiger is completely aware of how he feels because Varian is an open book when he’s alone with his little raccoon buddy, and the devious little critter sometimes manipulates situations to try to get Varian alone with Rapunzel or to set them up for what he believes is a romantic encounter (what do you mean being trapped inside a dumpster together isn’t romantic? Intimate dark setting, and all the garbage you can eat!). These setups only work about half the time, and so while Varian appreciates the sentiment, he’d prefer Ruddiger to stay out of it because the failures tend to end with Varian being horribly embarrassed.

And if Rapunzel ever gives him what she views as chaste kisses on the cheek or forehead, Varian’s over the freaking moon and always blushes so hard he almost passes out. Rapunzel finds it cute while Eugene thinks it’s the funniest thing ever and teases Varian he’s gonna have to get over that habit if he ever wants a girlfriend/boyfriend of his own. Whether he’s aware of Varian’s crush or not is up for debate, but he for sure has no idea how deep it runs and thus considers it harmless if he’s aware of it.

Varian probably also frequently gives Rapunzel gifts in order to get her attention and favor in the form of inventions/discoveries he thinks she’ll like. He might even bake her things since we’ve seen he has a knack for it. His favorite thing is if he can get Rapunzel to come work on a project with him, giving him the one-on-one time he craves while doing something he loves.

Also, I think that if anyone were to insult Rapunzel in Varian’s presence, they might find their shoes sticky bombed to the floor. Looking at you, Uncle Monty. Varian might become the second person in Corona to not like him.

Of course, he’s not so obsessed with Rapunzel that he has no life outside of her, since he very much enjoys one-on-one time with both his dad and Eugene (Lance is kind of a 50/50 shot for him, and the girls are like little sisters to him). And of course he spends most of his time in his lab doing alchemy. But he lights up every time Rapunzel enters the room and gravitates towards her, and would do pretty much anything for her.

And for a while, Varian convinces himself that this is fine, and that he doesn’t need Rapunzel to love him back the same way he loves her. Though he feels small flares of jealousy whenever she and Eugene kiss or indulge in other romantic gestures that Varian would never hope or dare to try, but he stomps the jealousy down for the greater good of everyone involved.

The wedding would be super bittersweet for him, since he’d be so happy that his friends have found happiness together, even while knowing that Rapunzel is unquestionably out of his reach now. But that doesn't stop him from continuing to love her. His dad says he’ll get over her one day (his only human confidant, the dude is legendary at keeping secrets), but Varian isn’t so sure.

And from this point, the fanon possibilities are pretty much endless, some of them running the gambit from Varian continuing to respectfully pine for Rapunzel in secret, to him getting over her and finding his own happiness with someone else, to him gradually descending into madness and going just a touch yandere. Depends on what flavor of Varian you’re in the mood for: pining Varian, happy Varian, or villainous Varian. And of course, you can get real fancy and combine different Varian flavors to make something unique!

@varipunzel​

#Varipunzel Appreciation Week #varipunzel #varian #rapunzel #tangled the series #rapunzel's tangled adventure #tts #rta #tangled #analysis

[kinetic-elaboration]

October 2: Winter Soup

Felt pretty bad today and did not do any writing, or at least, no truly useful writing.

I did write this little thing, which is in the same universe as my Southern Gothic AU, devil’s gonna get me one of these days.

~800 words, written in about half an hour

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Raven heads out first, early in the morning, and builds a bonfire in a cleared out space among the dead leaves in her back yard. The leaves are outlined with crisp new frost, which crunches beneath Raven's heels, and her breath fogs out in front of her in pale, slow-dissipating clouds. She claps her hands together to keep them warm. Last night, the first cold snap of the year crept through town, leaving behind icy patterns on the windows, kept the people shivering in their beds all night long. Now she feels it in her legs, first, freezing over her thighs, and on the delicate, bare skin over her cheekbones, and at the tips of ears and on her nose.

She builds up the fire with chopped logs, then sticks, and then she sets up the iron frame above it. The large black pot she did not build herself, but the frame she did. It is sturdy and strong. Raven likes to think of metal as her element; she is best with hearty materials, with the shining ores threading through rock, with iron and steel. But really she should say, as Monty always tells her, that her greatest affiliation is with the power of the earth.

So she feels it sometimes, on cold and quiet mornings like these. A single bird is chirping somewhere hidden overhead, so that this simple thread of sound seems to tie together everything below and the washed out blue-gray of the sky, the weak, pale warmth of the clouded sun above.

She hangs the pot above the fire with a heavy iron chain. Tests its strength with her hands. The pot is empty and clangs with a deep, hollow ring when she raps her knuckles against it.

Later, Jasper, Monty, and Octavia come, tramping around the house with their arms weighted down with supplies, hiding the birdsong beneath their heavy steps. The backyard does not seem as empty now, as if they are trailing with them the riot of growth, the persistence of objects that survive even the barren months, from her front yard. Bringing life and noise with them. Octavia carries Raven's work bench down from the porch. She cleans it off with meticulous care, covers it in cloth, and lets the boys arrange their food on it, according to their patterns. Jasper has a fine assortment of knives with him, Monty a sheaf of recipes in narrow, hand-written script.

Raven light a flame underneath the pot. It jumps up, a sudden whoosh of heat; it feels like power surging through her, grown heavy in her hands.

Her heels dug steady in the hard-packed dirt.

"This feels like such a cliche," Jasper jokes, some hours later, as he balances on Raven's work stool and stirs the contents of the pot slowly.

"Bubble, bubble," Octavia murmurs, from the work bench, as she examines different small containers of herbs. Raven would have thought this would be boring work for her. But she seems to understand the pace of it instinctively, though she claims not to care for some of the chants. Doesn't think it means a thing, she admits--still the exaggerated way she sighs is fond.

"Smells good though," Monty says, as if he hadn't heard her. He steps up next to Jasper, balancing with one foot. From where she sits, Raven can see the flames reflecting off the bottom of the pot, waxing orange-red and hot, and she can see the wafting curls of smoke obscuring her friends' faces, turning their cheeks and noses pink with warmth.

For a while now, she hasn't felt the cold herself, though when she claps her hands together, she notices the numbness in her fingers again. She cups her hands to her mouth and blows across her palms.

From across the table, Octavia is watching her.

"I never thought of you as much of a cook," she says.

"I'm not."

But she's aware without counting how many times Jasper stirs the contents of the pot, how many times clockwise and how many times the other way, and how the bitter smell of winter is overlaid now with the hearty smell of vegetables and roots and herbs, so that altogether she feels a perfect circle of time, everything of a piece--her heels digging in steady, the crunch of the frost.

Octavia Blake is still watching her, a small pile of green herbs in the palm of her hand. "I don't know about this," she says, an awful lot of confidence in her voice for not knowing. "But have you ever gone walking in a full moon?"

"Of course. Would you--in this weather?"

Deep threat of wind, cutting across skin. Would she wrap her arm around Octavia's waist, and feel every bit of sinew and muscle and bone, the mechanical, the human movements of each step?

Octavia arches her eyebrow.

"Yes, that's just right," Monty says, somewhere off to the side. "That's just right. That'll do."

#the 100 #raven reyes #octavia blake #jasper jordan #monty green #my writing #mine #the year 2021 #2021: free write #southern gothic au #devil's gonna get me one of these days

[pallasperilous]

Occursus

Castiel/Dean Winchester Gen/Teen, 4341 words 15x20 coda  AO3 version “The natural environment of the human soul is a human body,” Cas says. “Humans have yet to meet a foreign substrate that they don’t immediately attempt to colonize. My form in Hell was not an exception.” 

Then he shuts his mouth very deliberately and gestures back to Dean like his mic is going live in three, two. “Or the bit where my soul gave you some kind of STD?” Dean finishes. “It was a poor analogy. I apologize.” “So what’s a better one?” Castiel drums his fingers for a second. “It’s more like…the way a parasitic jewel wasp injects a cockroach with venom, and transforms it into a willing host for wasp larvae.” “Holy shit are you ever bad at this,” Dean says, with that signature brand of fond horror he special-orders just for Castiel, Angel of the Gourd.

It’s half past midnight by the time Dean gets another run at Cas.

Granted, what the fuck does half past midnight even mean here, where time is as free as tap water? Why does anybody even bother? For all it matters, Dean could set his watch to eleventy minutes past twenty o’ nope and still never miss last call.

Then again, somebody felt it necessary to invent the idea of Tuesday in the first place, and Dean’s not gonna volunteer himself for the task of replacing it with something better. What’s important is that he’s survived (or rather, he hasn’t survived) a battery of poignant moments and tearful reunions. He and Sam hugged out burdens registering in the triple digits. They even had a little fight, pretty much for the fun of it, while Ellen fucking Harvelle watched them over the bar with her eyes shining. She still charged them, though.

Right at the beginning of the party Dean and Castiel had their eyes-across-the-room thing, followed by the same magnetic, exhausted embrace they’ve shared on just about every plane of reality now. Dean supposes he could ask Cas for a nickel tour of the Empty just so they could hit for the cycle, but he’d really rather not. Sam let them eke out a few gruff, tear-choked monosyllables before diving in, sweeping Cas up in a bear hug and laughing like a fucking kid. Dean doesn’t push it, because it’s been longer for Sam, after all. Or something.

 And now it’s quiet, just the jukebox and the clink of glasses back in the kitchen, a few folks murmuring in booths. It might be dark outside, it might not; it’s waiting on Dean’s opinion before it commits to anything. And so is Cas, who is standing in the warm glow of the jukebox, hands in his pockets.

 Dean walks up, leans against it, bottle still dangling from one hand.

“C’mon, sunshine. I’ll show you yours, you show me mine.”

Cas looks up and into Dean’s eyes with the wary, elegant patience of a deer. “What is it that you would be showing me, Dean?”

Dean gives him a long, languid blink and bites his lip, and Castiel lags for half a second before rolling his own eyes. “I see death hasn’t refined your sense of humor.”

“Nope. Guess the billionth time aint the charm.”

Cas remains stonefaced, which means a corresponding you dumbass blush starts crawling up the sides of Dean’s neck. The jukebox switches records like it’s making a suggestion.

“I’m gonna sit down outside,” Dean says. “C’mon and sit down with me. There’s a patio somewhere, right? Ellen was always talking about adding one out back. No way she hasn’t bossed somebody into buildin’ it.”

“There’s a patio,” Cas says, taking his hands out of his pockets.

 Heaven’s patio is pretty nice; twenty square feet, some scattered picnic tables, fences covered in ivy and string lights. It still smells like fresh pine boards. There’s even a fire pit, which seems kinda bougie for the Roadhouse, but hell with it, it’s warm and pretty, and since when did pretentious people get to lay claim to “a hole with a fire in it”? There’s no moon overhead, and so the Milky Way is giving them the full monty — the runnelled spine of it, the ribcage packed with galaxies.

“Are they all alive?” Dean asks. The warmth from inside leaks out of his collar, wisps away.

“Who?”

Dean points up. “The stars. They always make a big deal about how most of the stars you can see from Earth have been dead for millions of years by the time we get the light from ‘em. That still true here? Or is everything on auto-renewal?”

“That’s a very complicated question,” Cas says, not looking up, only at Dean. He does that a lot, Dean knows, but it turns out to mean something different than what Dean had always assumed, which was ironically pretty similar to what it actually meant, but was reassuringly unactionable and therefore unfuckupable.

“I’m a very complicated guy,” Dean says.

Castiel smiles at that. “I don’t actually know the answer,” he admits. “And it would take an extremely long time to investigate. There are some other things I’d rather do first.”

“What, you can’t just call the kid for directory assistance?”

Castiel lets a good-humored sigh. “Like many young people these days, Jack prefers to avoid the phone.”

This is a solid riff, and Dean respects it. He picks the table closest to the fire and takes a bench and Cas sits next to him, instead of opposite. Dean thought he managed to break him of this habit a few years ago, but here all things are made whole again.

“So what,” Cas says, without a single molecule of playfulness or seduction, “is it that you want us to show each other?”

“Yeah, I was…it was a dumb joke. But I mean it, just not in a ‘playing doctor’ way.”

Castiel frowns, tightens his lips; the firelight throws a fluttering shadow across his face.

“I mean…Christ.” Dean takes a medicinal slug of his dwindling beer. “I don’t really look like this anymore either, right?” And he gestures at his usual shitshow personal presentation, which death has also noticeably failed to refine.

Castiel frowns, smoothes his hand across the surface of the table. “This is a corporeal world, Dean. It operates on a different set of rules, but your body here is no more of an illusion than it was on earth.”

“Seriously?” Dean ponders a second, squints through the dim light at his fingernails, at the high-resolution grime contained therein. “Jesus, that sounds like a lot of work. At least compared to Holodeck Heaven.”

“It is. But we didn’t build this place to be a...a…doorprize. It’s a real world,” Castiel enthuses, looming forward. “It’s the one that should have been created for all of you in the first place.” He pauses, glances down. “For all of us.”

Dean shrugs. “Okay, so no holograms. I’ll keep all that in mind next time Charlie tries to convince me to go skydiving.”

Castiel snorts, but not in pure aggravation, so Dean feels like he’s finally got a point on the board. “What I’m sayin’ is…physical or not, this place has different rules, right? So could I look at you without my eyeballs exploding? The…you know, the angel parts of you. Not just your vessel,” and Dean fwippies his hand at Cas to indicate that true beauty is contained within and Dean is completely indifferent to the fact this dork-ass alien managed to bodysnatch a guy who’s never dipped below an 8.5.

“It isn’t a vessel anymore. We can create our own bodies, now.”

“Peachy,” Dean clips, because that shit is a little late coming off the line.

Castiel sighs. “You could see me in that form without coming to harm. But you should know that I don’t consider it any more a reflection who I am than this form. Not anymore.”

Dean rolls the bottle towards him, nudges a knuckle. “You’re a real boy now, huh?”

“Yes, I suppose so,” Castiel says, and smiles a smile so small that Dean would need a microscope to figure out if it’s pleased or pained.

So Dean thwacks the bottle down on the totally-real table and claps his totally-real hands. “Well then let’s go. Hit me with that angel weirdness. If we’re gonna do this, I gotta taste all thirty-one flavors.”

Castiel smiles a little more convincingly, but it still doesn’t reach his eyes. “There are really only the two,” he says, and holds his palms out to the warmth of the fire.

“Great, then we’ll be done in time to catch Letterman. Then if you’re good maybe you can help me shimmy out of this thing.”

Cas cocks his head. “Out of which thing?”

“This super real heavenly meat-suit, dude. It’s not fair if only one of us gets naked. Peep show has to go both ways. I see your angel-face, you see my soul.”

Cas looks stricken, like Dean is asking to suck on his toes next to a playground. “I mean, unless that’d fuck you up,” Dean adds.

“No,” Castiel replies, a little absently. “It wouldn’t fuck me up. But it…wouldn’t really accomplish anything, either.”

“What, no soul kink? That’s bullshit and you know it. You love this crap.”

Castiel replies, “Your soul is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” with the easy confidence of a regular latte order. With the same uncanny, 2 Blessed 2 B Stressed face he had when Dean plowed Ruby’s knife hilt-deep into Jimmy Novak’s sternum, that he had when the Empty collapsed him  like a carcass in an acid bath.

That face shuts Dean right the fuck up, because it sends him skipping backwards into that fucking basement, where his phone is buzzing and the gritty concrete chill of the floor is seeping through his jeans into the useless meat of his legs and leeching into the hot, wet channels of his piece of shit heart.

Turns out you can work up a good little panic attack in heaven, which seems like a significant oversight.

From a million miles away he feels Cas’s warm, dry palm slide over the back of his hand –– there’s a ring there now that Dean lost down a motel sink drain ages ago, is nobody spotting continuity errors here?—then Cas’s hand tightens on his and it feels like a Xanax kicking in. (The good kind, direct from the hot nurse with the little paper cup, not the kind you get in a from a shady burnout at a truckstop, that’s been ground up with baking soda or benadryl and carefully remolded, as if you could possibly give that much of a shit when you’re freaking out bad enough to buy Xanax at a truckstop.)

Point being, he calms the fuck down.

Cas has good hands. They can do a lot of impressive shit, and they look nice doing it. They don’t look like –– they’ve never looked like –– they belong to somebody whose main job is destroying people, places, or things. They’re hands that how to play the cello, or make tables from reclaimed wood, or give soapy, encompassing handjobs in the shower on cold evenings.

“It’s been years, though,” Dean rasps, not looking up yet. “I was a kid when you got me out of Hell, Cas. I’ve done a lot of shit since then. Maybe souls get stretch marks.”

Castiel’s hand tightens on his, clamps it down on the table. “I’ve always been able to see it.”

“Okay,” Dean mumbles, but Cas keeps on going –

“The only time I couldn’t see any part of your soul was when I was without grace, and I promise you that was one of the greatest deprivations imaginable.”

Dean snorts, looks away, but his hand is still on lockdown. “Worse than going hungry, huh?”

“Much.”

“Hey, what about Sam? Or, hell, fucking Donatello. They both were both walking around minus their creamy filling, and you didn’t say boo.”

Cas shrugs. “I can’t see their souls under ordinary circumstances.”

“So what, mine’s just extra loud, or day-glo, or what?”

“It’s both of those things, but that isn’t why,” Cas answers, and the boy is downright wry.

Dean tugs his hand out, raps his knuckles against the wood. “Okay, so stop bein’ coy and tell me before I get a complex. And if you say it’s because of love or some shit, I’m bailing to Rowena’s.”

“You infected me,” Cas says.

“Uh,” says Dean.

The fire pops and a log shifts; Cas glances over at the kerfuffle, absently lifts his fingers to his chin like he’s looking for an old scar. “In Hell, when I retrieved you…I had to grip your raw soul. I was meant to wear a gauntlet, so I wouldn’t be burned.”

Dean snickers. “You’re telling me you were supposed to be wearing a soul condom. What happened, you get too excited and forget to suit up? It’s okay, I know I’m a lot to take in.”

Castiel purses his lips. “No, I was properly armored. But my arm was torn off in combat shortly before I reached you.”

“Ouch.”

“Ouch,” Cas agrees. “I didn’t have time to retrieve the arm or its protection from the pit, so I had to grow a new one very quickly.”

Dean really should’ve switched to whiskey before starting this. “What, you didn’t pack a spare?” He wheezes.

“Ordinarily, yes, I would have had the resources, but I was equipped very lightly for that mission. It was a raid, not a siege. You understand the difference.”

“Sure, yeah, you left your emergency arms in the trunk. So you just popped out a new one. No big.”

“It was a big. Your soul was close enough that it forced me to grow a human arm, instead of a much quicker and more powerful extensor.”

“Okay, uh,” Dean pinches at the bridge of his nose, “there’s a lot to unpack there.”

“What part of it confuses you?”

“I dunno, the bit where apparently angels are I guess heavenly octopuses,”

“The plural in the Greek is octopodes,” Cas interjects, not without pleasure.

Dean glowers. “Or the part where you can apparently swap in different drill bits,” Dean continues,

“Mm,” Cas notes, careful not to open his mouth,

“Or that I, like, accidentally bullied you into growing a person arm,” and Dean pauses for breath here, which Cas evidently takes as permission to dive in with more Planet Earth commentary.

“The natural environment of the human soul is a human body,” he says. “Humans have yet to meet a foreign substrate that they don’t immediately attempt to colonize. My form in Hell was not an exception.” Then he shuts his mouth very deliberately and gestures back to Dean like his mic is going live in three, two.

“Or the bit where my soul gave you some kind of STD?” Dean finishes.

“It was a poor analogy. I apologize.”

“So what’s a better one?”

Castiel drums his fingers for a second, listens to the fire pop in its little cage. “It’s more like…the way a parasitic jewel wasp injects a cockroach with venom, and transforms it into a willing host for wasp larvae.”

“Holy shit are you ever bad at this,” Dean says, with that signature brand of fond horror he special-orders just for Castiel, Angel of the Gourd.

“What I’m trying to avoid saying,” Castiel sighs, “is that you rubbed off on me.”

Dean nods. “Yeah. That’s fair. I wouldn’t be dumb enough to say that around me, either.”  He lays a couple little pats on Cas’s hand. “Lookit you, though, seeing around that corner. I’m proud of you, man. That would’ve totally flipped your breaker back in the day.”

“Just one of the many ways you have reshaped me, Dean,” Cas says, with warm sarcasm.

“Alright, so you rawdogged me, I whammied you. Chocolate, peanut butter, peanut butter, chocolate.”

Cas’s forehead wrinkles in skepticism. “I still prefer the cockroach. But some part of your soul injected itself into one of my more exposed frequencies. Under different circumstances, I would’ve stopped and excised the affected area before it spread, but. I was being pursued, and the mission had taken much longer than any of us anticipated.”

“Us? Thought it was just you down there.”

Cas looks vaguely offended, straightens and folds his arms like he just remembered he’s giving a deposition. “No, of course not. Michael assigned sixty-six angels in eleven groups of six, each escorted to the field by a seraph. We struck simultaneously at six different areas in perdition. From there we dispersed to individual targets –– to cause as much chaos as possible in order to help obscure the object of our mission, and to increase the odds that one of us would actually find you.”

“And you were the lucky winner.” Dean pushes down a touch of sick shame at the thought of it — he’d been coiled up like a snake around somebody else’s torment, anesthetized by it. It was one of the random rags of infernal time where his own pain decreased in proportion to how much he dealt out, and that was the closest thing Hell had to a Friday night.

“I was,” Castiel nods. “I took some liberties with my assignment,” he adds, squinting. “I flattered myself that I shared a special affinity with The Righteous Man.”

“That guy always sounded like kind of a cunt to me,” Dean notes. “You know, not withstanding the fact that I’m him.”

Castiel shrugs. “I found you, and I did what was necessary to save you, and my siblings did what was necessary to save me.” A little falter enters his voice. “Only twelve of us returned from that mission.” Cas looks up, out, away. A dove coos somewhere nearby of the Roadhouse; did it have a run-in with the windshield of an eighteen wheeler one day and show up here, Dean wonders, or does heaven make its own birds from scratch? That’s gotta be a softball compared to whether Betelgeuse is still open for business.

Castiel waits until the bird shuts up, then says, “Of those twelve surviving angels, I personally murdered nine, in everything that followed.”

After a moment Dean says “Yeah,” with practiced neutrality. He’s got some similar tallies, written in Sharpie on the back of his eyelids.

Cas sighs and his attention comes back down to the table. “By the time I received the authority to restore your soul to your body, the infection had spread almost past the point of containment. That’s why I resisted taking a vessel at first. I worried that occupying a human form would speed up the process.”

“Hey now. I thought you showed up naked because you thought I’d be one of those special people,” Dean quips, “Who can handle angel stuff without going all kibbles ’n bits.”

“That was only a partial truth.”

Dean tips the beer bottle in salute. “You’re a real special flavor of asshole, Cas.”

“So I’ve been told. I was right, though. When I took Jimmy as a vessel, I contracted — condensed — myself very severely. The infection had a much shorter distance to travel to reach all of my extremities, and a human form was the most hospitable environment possible.”

“You got a raging case of the Deans.”

Cas’s head kicks back in a laugh that kinda surprises them both. “Yes,” he says, grinning. “I did. I was very displeased, and very concerned I’d be found out and judged unfit for duty. And I very much was. Unfit, that is. Though I was not found out.”

“C’mon, never? You went rogue on the company.”

“Uriel suspected. Naomi certainly detected it later, as did Metatron. But in the moment, no. The Host’s attention was focused on the Apocalypse ahead, not on debriefing a mission that was considered a success. After the Cage was closed, I had too much influence to come under that level of scrutiny.”

“Hmh.” Dean realizes he’s been systematically picking down the label on the beer bottle, so he sets it on the ground before he gets sticky little shreds everywhere. “So I gotta ask. My little souvenir, the handprint. That’s where you grabbed me, with your lil…Mister Potato Head human arm?”

“It is.”

“If I’m the one who infected you, how come I’m the one who got burned?”

“My hand didn’t burn you.”

“Well, it ain’t fingerpaint.”

“Your own soul burned it, as it flowed out of your flesh and into mine. It burned until the moment when I finally released you from my grip. My hand healed itself; your arm did not.” Castiel gives a thin scoff. “I hadn’t planned to leave you interred.”

“Oh, no? Well that’s nice to hear, you know, a decade after the fact. I still have nightmares about that shit.”

Castiel winces. “It’s no excuse, but I was in a great deal of…the equivalent of pain. It took an immense effort to break off the inflow of your soul, and when I did manage it, I was thrown quite a ways by the recoil. By the time I recovered enough to return, you were already looting a gas station,” He finishes, dryly.

“Yeah, well, Dad didn’t think much of leisure as a virtue. Also I was thirsty, because I’d just crawled out of my own grave.”

“And I was distracted, because I’d just fought my way out of the inferno while being digested by a demented human soul.”

“You wanna call it even?”

Cas lifts his brows. “If you don’t mind.”

 There is a long, dark breath, during which their little smiles fade. 

 “So, all that,” Dean says, because he’s a fucking coward.

“All that,” says Cas, because he isn’t.

 Dean clears his throat. “That means you can see my soul-stuff 24/7, huh?”

Castiel slides one leg up onto the bench, shifts to sit astride it, like he’s maybe about to deliver an after-school PSA on the Real Deal About Drugs. “I can always see myself, and extensions of my self. And since your soul made itself into an integral part of me…I can see you.”

“I take it that’s not exactly in the manual.”

“No. I didn’t entirely understand it at first — for a long time, I convinced myself it was because you were designed to be a celestial vessel, and that I had been destined to save you from Hell.”

That thin, acidic feelings starts to rise up in Dean’s chest again. “Do you…” A dry swallow reflex grabs his throat. “Hm. Fuck.”

“What?” Cas asks, scooting forward. An angel. Scooting. What a world. “You can ask me anything, Dean. I hope we’re both past being offended.”

“Have you ever thought that. This whole deal. Our…thing.” Dean lets out a breath. “The way you feel about me. The way I feel about you.”

“Do I worry that its only basis is our shared material?”

Dean licks his lips, works a jaw muscle, forces out a nod. 

Cas frowns, sets one elbow up against the table, then lets his head tip to the side. “Why do you love Sam?”

Dean rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I get it, he’s my brother. We got shared material, too. But we’re not talking genetics.”

“Genes were the initial basis of your love for Sam. But you share half as much material with Adam. Do you love him fifty percent as much as you do Sam?”

“One, love doesn’t work that way and you know it, and two, fucking of course not. I barely know the guy, and what I’ve seen didn’t exactly blow me away.” Not that the poor dumb kid ever really had a chance. “Sam’s Sam, he’s earned it a million times over just by bein’ him.”

“Then you understand.”

“But Cas, man…I…” Dean laughs, which is an abbreviated form of screaming, “I treated you like shit.”

Cas nods. “You did.”

“Okay, the rules say you’re not supposed to agree with me.”

“But the balance remains in your favor. Dean, are you genuinely afraid that you — care for me…”  and Dean can hear the FCC live-bleep in that one, like does his total cowardice have a special color Cas can see with his soul-o-vision? “Only out of some compulsion?”

“No,” Dean says, to the great surprise of his frontal cortex, which was busy kicking the shit out of itself. “No,” he says again, just to make sure it wasn’t a fluke, that that answer actually came out of him and entered the living air between them.

Then the wave is rolling towards him and he enters that slim moment of body-physics where you either take a lungful and commit to diving under the break, or you kick out against the undertow, arch your back to meet the blow, and let yourself be flown all the way up to the waiting shore––

“No,” Dean says, “I love you.” And he chokes up a little, first at the release of saying it, then at how much of exactly jack-shit it changes anything so what was he even scared of, and then at the look on Cas’s face: how he’s frozen. Like that dog from that video, the one that loved tennis balls so goddamn much that his owner bought him a thousand fucking tennis balls and dumps them out all at once and the dog absolutely stalls the fuck out, just seconds on end of underspecced dog-brain hang time before he finally snaps back to reality and loses his absolute shit scrabbling all over the porch.

Castiel comes back online with a little choking noise of his own, and a kind of awkward scrabble for Dean’s hand.

“I have for a long time,” Dean continues, because apparently he’s continuing, “I’ve loved you for fucking ages, Cas. In people years, anyway, I’m sure that mean’s fuckall to somebody who’s a zillion––”

“I don’t,” Cas says thickly, “really give a damn about the age difference, Dean,” and cracks into a chuckle.

“So how come you never knew it?” Dean asks, feeling freedom turn into a hunger or something like vertigo. “If you can see my soul, how could you not know?”

Cas shrugs, a bit helplessly.

“Seriously,” Dean laughs, “how did I manage to hide that shit so well? Sammy found every nudie mag I ever shoplifted.”

Cas shakes his head. “You’ve never actually been able to hide anything from me.”

Dean scoffs. “C’mon, man. I snowed you plenty, or else we woulda had this conversation dirtside a long time ago.”

“Whatever I missed, Dean…it wasn’t because you succeeded at hiding it,” Castiel says, softly. He takes a slow, shaky breath, and meets Dean’s eyes with a smile. He lifts a hand to Dean’s face, bone and flesh on flesh and bone. “I just loved you enough to look away.”

 It’s a long time before they go back inside. By any measure. {AO3}

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