#i take my fnaf craft way too seriously

[poindexters-labratory]

With Hurricane, I really wanted Henry and William to have a queer-platonic relationship. Neither of them are the romantic type in my eyes, nor find much value in those sorts of connections. Henry prefers to be alone in quiet to think, and William bombarded with affection that he's not fluent in returning.

When they're together, however, aspects change. Henry is more willing and even happy to indulge a hyper and eccentric William, welcoming all his noise and ecstatic energy for good and bad. William, around the other, will embrace Henry's need for a meditative, quiet space, and they'll do their separate activities with the other's company.

They bring out parts of each other that they, themselves, didn't know they had. Henry, cool, quiet, off-putting, controlled, has fight in him. William, first meeting Henry, finds it odd that he has the capacity to care for another person in the midst of his own survival.

Without knowledge of their situation, how they truly feel, and only knowing how they should feel leads to a lot of questions.

Why uproot your life? Leave your only home for a friend you could've just been pen pals with? Why care for a friend the same way someone would care for a spouse? Experience the worst moments of your lives together, as well as the best and the seemingly mediocre?

[EXCERPT FROM A PRACTICE COMIC]

WILL. Are we in love?

HENRY. I think... we're lonely. And we share a common niche. I've never met anyone like me, and you've never met anyone like you. And even if we're unlikely companions, we love the same thing.

WILL. I can't tell if you answered the question or not.

HENRY. Well, you're the only one who's stayed this long.

I'm not in love with you, I'm in love with the fact that you've been here, experiencing life right alongside me.

#of course this is from the point BEFORE the fnaf catalyst #wrote that mini script a few days ago #thought i would share #fnaf #fnaf hurricane #william afton #henry emily #willry #but aromantic #txt post #i take my fnaf craft way too seriously #in my aro feels

[anechomirrored]

Prompt:  "It's not your fault."

Fandom: Fnaf Security Breach, Apoca-plex au

Rating: G

Warning: panic attacks

"Sun?" You called, stepping into the shell of the daycare.

There were places where the ceiling was caved in. Broken concrete, drywall and insulation sullied the play mats and the crafts corner.

Signs of attempted clean up were everywhere but time and weather continued to take their toll on the space. To think, that it had once rung with so much laughter. You stepped into a pool of pale sunlight, straining your eyes for a glimpse of the animatronic.

"Sunny! Where are you?" You called again.

Your voice resounding off the walls as you picked through the rubble. As you moved further in, manuvering around the jungle gyms, the sound of Sun's voice became audible.

"She's here...no no no. Shouldn't be!" His voice was anxious and somewhere above you.

"Sun, are you okay?" Craning your neck, you caught a glimpse of movement on the balcony.

You started to climb.

It was a skill that kept you alive these days. An uneaven seam, a broken pvc pipe , concrete lips and, in this case; fraying play nets provided you a way into places otherwise unreachable.

Bringing yourself level with the balcony, you beheld the hunched and hiding figure of Sun. He was curled up, arms wrapped about himself, knees drawn up. For something so tall the animatronic really did look small in this moment. You debated moving closer.

You didn't like it, but the animatronics here still made you uneasy. In the end their clear distress was what had you scrabbling towards the weathered platform. As uncertain as you were, the daycare attendant had still helped you a great deal.

"Sunny?" You called out, voice softer this time.

There was movement and as you looked up you lost your grip on the ledge.

Before you could cry out a hand much larger than your own caught yours. You were quickly hauled up by impossible strength. Your pilse quickened.

Pale, pupiless eyes met your own wide ones.

He could crush me.

He never would. He's not dangerous.

Not yet...

Your feet touched down on the balcony and you sighed in relief. You shook your panicked thoughts from your head.

"Starlight, what are you doing up here?" He asked scanning you anxiously for injuries.

"Looking for you. You ran off after we found the supply closet access. I..are you okay?" Sun was not the excited, optimistic creature you had first awakened to in this place.

Instead, he was a wreck. Ever since he and Moon proposed that you help them get the Plex's maintenance systems back online. Ever since you panicked in the tunnels...

"You're afraid of us." He said stepping back from you.

You did your best to smile.

"Hey, don't-" he stepped back again, hands going to the side of his head.

"You are...We were always too scary. Too loud, not loud enough. Made all wrong. Too close but not close enough, no no no-"

"Sun, stop!" You gently took his wrists, pulling his hands away from where he was gripping his sunrays too hard, "You're going to hurt-"

"We might hurt you! That's why you flinch, you think-"his voice was shrill, a crackle of static at the ends of words.

"Sunny, stop!" You gave his hands a tug and they slacken in your grip. You bring them down between the two of you.

He lets you do so and part of you knows that this is the only reson you succeed in this act. You don't let go. Your hands shake but you tighten your hold and push forward.

"I...I have always been afraid of you." You say seriously, "Even as a kid... It's not your fault. You aren't mean, you won't hurt me, you're helpful..." you take a breath and meet his eyes. "You and Moon do so much to make people see that, you always have. I just...I know things can go wrong. My dad used to work on animatronics here and he told me all about-" a finger brushed your lips in a hush and you froze.

"We are afraid too." Said Sunny, his smile not smiling, "We watch our friends lose a little more of themselves every day. We are afraid we will wake up and find our systems corrupted, that we'll shut down like-" he cut himself off, his hands jerked violently in your grip but you held on, tracing small circles on the backs of them.

Whether it served to ground him or yourself, you were unsure.

"That's why we need you, little theif." Moon's voice came through their voicebox with its usual rasp. It was strange hearing his voice when Sun was out front.

"I am not a technician." You huff, turning your head to the side.

"We know, neither are we." Soothed Sun.

"The systems and tools were made for humans not us. Even without knowledge, you can access many places we can't." Moon's voice insisted.

You let out a breath and then another.

"I do want to help." You said, voice even in spite of your nerves.

You didn't know how but at the end of the world could it really hurt to try?

#fictober23 #late entry #work was busy #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf security breach #apoca-plex au #apocalypse au