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fuckyeah-beringandwellsfics · 6 months

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🎃 13 👻 spooky 🧛🏻 Bering and Wells 🧟 fic 🩸 recs! ☠️

Here is a list (under the readmore, ordered from short to long) of spooky and/or Halloween-themed fics: short ones and long ones, AUs and casefics, something for everyone! Feel free to add your favorites in reblogs or replies!

Bite Me (858 words) by @tigerkid14 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Summary: Kinktober 2017 prompt: biting; Myka and Helena were apparently affected by a copy of Bram Stoker's Dracula and have a chat in the aftermath.

I have wanted to know you, lover of books (1463 words) by @purlturtle Chapters: 1/1 Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Summary: Honestly I love the "I didn't know where else to go" trope, and this morning I had an undeniable inspiration - I've teased vampire!Helena before, but this is a different vampire!Helena. Then again, can there ever be enough vampire!Helenas? No there can't, so here we go. (also available as a podfic!)

Halloween (1493 words) by @madronash Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Summary: Created for Bering and Wells Appreciation Week 2022, Day Three: Special Occasions/Holidays/etc. Could also be called Fright Night: Fake Blood

Dreadful Tower (2042 words) by @nerdsbianhokie Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Summary: Half-living animatronics, a fear of drowning, and a Jenga tower. A fun night off for the Warehouse agents.

I Ain't Afraid of No… Artifact? (5298 words) by @amtrak12 Chapters: 1/4 Rating: General Audiences Summary: The Ghostbusters meets the Warehouse 13 team! or Three Times it was an artifact and One Time it was actually a ghost. Includes background Toltzmann and Erin cluelessly being really gay for Myka.

Dawn of the Dragonborn: Heart of a Hero, Heart of a Predator, Heart of Dovahkiin (8907 words) by @tryingthisfangirlthing Chapters: 5/? Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Summary: A vampire. A Dragonborn. Two women, a little in love. Coffee? Mead? Or maybe save the world… M'aiq'a is an investigative agent for the Penitus Oculatus, the Emperor's personal bodyguard, sent to Skyrim to try and figure out what's behind these damned vampire attacks that killed her foster brother. Hlenea, clutching an ancient scroll and beset by gargoyles, is the woman she quite literally unearths, sought after by vampires and hunters alike. 'Beware of becoming the very thing you despise' has never been more true. Never mind falling for one… But centuries of unlife make for layers of secrets, and trust is hard to come by. The world is running out of time, and they will both have larger roles to play than either of them ever wanted…

Nightmare Warehouse (11709 words) by @anandabrat and @starshipblueberry Chapters: 14/14 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Summary: Once upon a time, like two weeks ago, starshipblueberry said I’ve got this idea about Nightmare Before Christmas and Bering and Wells, and I said, “That’s a fabulous idea. Can we Good Omens it?” So we wrote in patchwork, one day each trading off. We weren’t supposed to peek. It was supposed to be like Christmas. That didn’t even last a day. We texted each other back and forth for hours. We left each other breadcrumb trails to follow or ignore. We thought we had the ending sorted out like five different times before we actually wrote it.

Transient (38674 words) by @tantedrago Chapters: 14/14 Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Summary: AU: H.G. Wells wakes up in a house without knowing who she is. Slowly, she realises that people can't see her and don't react to her: Helena is a ghost. The literature professor Myka Bering buys her house. As the American moves in, HG slowly falls in love with her. But there is still this problem with her being dead and unnoticable to other people. But with Miss Bering, something is different.

Aye, Zombie (57793 words) by @ifourmindbeso Chapters: 13/13 Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Summary: Bering and Wells Zombie AU. Set in Northern Ireland during the Troubles, but in another universe where the Good Friday agreement never happened. What if Myka was the former villain? This is the result of a particularly vivid dream of mine, which may or may not have been aided by large doses of (prescribed) painkillers. So if it reads like a bad trip…that’s why. Trigger warnings for pretty much everything you can imagine - violence, assault. Also, lots of swearing.

What Goes Around Comes Around (That Halloween Story) (61467 words) by @purlturtle Chapters: 13/13 Rating: General Audiences Summary: Myka rolled her eyes at him – but she couldn’t be mad at him for long. Steve was way too good a friend to begrudge a bit of teasing. “Shut up,” she said, but her heart wasn’t in it. “You did save the damsel in distress. And her baby.” “Shut up,” Myka repeated, this time with a bit more oomph behind it. “There are worse meet-cutes, you know. Wait till Claudia hears of this; she’ll heart-eye all over it.” “Shut up!” Myka laughed.

The Courtship of Christina's Mother (73987 words) by @jdaydreamer3 Chapters: 5/5 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Summary: Myka Bering is content with her life as it is. A well-respected architect of a flourishing business. She doesn't have time for love. Or so she thought. Then fate steps in and knocks on her door in the form of Helena Wells and her daughter Christina. Love is inevitable.

Illustrated Misdeeds (99633 words) by Felix_27 Chapters: 18/18 Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Summary: Post Season 5. Myka, Pete and Helena have been reunited for their first mission in some time. Tension is a little high as the artifact chase has them following a familiar traveling carnival that has desires of its own with horrible consequences.

Death, or something like it (104700 words) by @ifourmindbeso Chapters: 26/26 Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Summary: Sheriff Myka Bering lives in a small town in Mississippi. Children are dying in the most horrible way possible, and she has no idea why - until she meets the vampire. The vampire who senses something different about Myka. Suddenly, nothing in Myka's life makes sense, and she faces a battle to save her town from a wave of darkness - from both within and without.

#bering and wells #bering & wells #warehouse 13 #wh13 #w13 #myka bering #helena g wells #helena wells #2023 #october 2023 #spooktober #halloween fic recs #spooky fic recs #halloween #zombies vampires and werewolves oh my

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thorns-and-rosewings · 28 days

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It's late one evening in the Home Sweet Bar AU 🍻

Ruin found himself unable to sleep. As he's been finding it harder and harder to actually get to sleep lately... When ones mind is dealing with troubles, sleep becomes a rare commodity... So he decided to brew himself a cup of warm milk and try reading a book (Alice in Wonderland) in hopes that might help him eventually drift off...

Only imagine his surprise when he goes to walk into the kitchen late at night, only to find Eclipse silently working in there.

And by working...

I mean baking...

He is completely oblivious to Ruin standing in the doorway in his adorable shark onesie, who is wondering if he is, in fact, dreaming. Eclipse has several bottles of alcohol near what look like new cocktails. There are several trays of what look like pastries and some smaller plates of skewered meats dusted in seasoning. He's got a notepad out and he's clearly working quite hard at this... Finishing off the last thing he was making. Before turning around only to see Ruin staring at him with a huge smile.

Eclipse has been making bar snacks...

And wearing a rust red apron with black lettering that reads: This shit is going to be delicious...

He clearly isn't too happy he got busted by Ruin though, as the smaller animatronic is just bouncing with happiness since he is usually the one who does all the cooking and Eclipse never showed any interest in it.

Ruin: Why did you never tell me you knew how to cook?! Let alone have your own personal apron?

Eclipse: Because of how you'd react. Obviously you will go too far with this knowledge and want me to cook with you and it would obviously change up the things you make.

Ruin: Change what I am... wait... are you saying that you actually LIKE my cooking?

Eclipse: I am not... saying... that. But I would rather you... not change up whatever you're doing.

Ruin: 🤩 (His smile can't possibly get any bigger)

Eclipse: (Desperately wants to change the topic and sighs) Want to taste some of this stuff?

...It will forever awe Eclipse, how fast Ruin sped off down the hall and returned wearing his own apron. A colorful patchwork thing with lots of pockets that is just ridiculously cute...

Eclipse: ...how?

Ruin: :3

Cuteness aside, Ruin is eager to test some of the things Eclipse made. So he selects one of the simplest things to try first. It's a strawberry, but covered in lightly toasted brown sugar and glazed with warm butter. Paired with a drink that Eclipse has called a 'Spice Drop' that amongst its ingredient list, Eclipse mentions contains spiced rum. Undoubtedly this is to prevent Ruin from drinking the whole thing. Given how he reacts to alcohol.

Ruin happily takes a bite and a sip of this creation. Only one thing can really be said...

It's frickin heavenly...

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puhpandas · 8 months

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Take Me Home 1, 2

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Cassie becomes aware of the world around her slowly.

At first, all she can make out are muffled voices, one achingly familiar and right in front of her.

She wants to reach out to it, she feels like she needs to, but she can't do much of anything.

The others are all unrecognizable, and all she hears is muffled commotion, something like... like... she can't put her finger on it. She can barely think at all.

She can't find the strength in herself to move, but at some point, she feels something touching her arms, then her shoulders, then lifting her up to set her down on something soft, and when it jostles her arm, her eyelids finally stop feeling like they're welded shut as she let's out a sharp gasp.

"--assie!" The voices all become clear so suddenly; like she broke through water. "Cassie, you're okay! Oh my god."

Cassie can feel herself shaking and gasping and, her eyes are only able to open to slits as she takes in the image in front of her. A woman she doesn't recognize is typing away at one of the same portable security stations Cassie had used, and a certain animatronic is fighting the thing that Cassie ran from.

Hang on, Freddy Fazbear?

The poor guy looks like a patchwork quilt; casing different sizes and some pieces missing alltogether, with his colors and paint wonky and messy, but his signature lightning bolt and face paint flows in the dark, and it's some of the only light in the room.

Her head lolls, and she can barely find the strength to move, or even think, when she finally realizes shes laying on something soft, and not the cold, dirty, ancient linoleum tile.

"Its okay, Cassie." The voice says again, the one she'd felt the need to follow, to focus on, and she tries to look through squinted eyes at the source.

She realizes she's laying in someone's lap, and she can only acknowledge the color blue when a hand rakes through her hair as assurances are murmured her way, and she's just so comfortable that she can't find it in her to fight it, so she just succumbs, and let's her eyes slip closed.

"Damn it!" Cassie can hear the woman yell. "Gregory, I need you here!"

Cassies eyes re-open to slits when she feels herself being shifted, but she can't quite understand what's going on yet.

"Shit." The same soft, painfully familiar voice says above her, and something bothers her, like an itch she can't scratch. "Okay. I'll be right back, Cassie. Just sit tight."

Shes suddenly laying on the ice cold, filthy floor, and she cant help but make a noise in protest.

The voice does not respond with its comfort again. Instead, with her steadily growing awareness, she can hear the pitter patter of footsteps.

Its greatly difficult to open her eyes, theres some kind of buzzing in her head and an almost lag or stutter to her very thoughts, but she tries hard, really hard to force them open.

Her eyes focus in on the scene just in time to see a gray and red blur tackling the figure in front of her.

The same voice that had brought her comfort cries out, and he and the blur both land on the ground after sliding.

Cassie is suddenly very, very aware of what's happening.

"You!"" Roxy howls, pinning Gregory down by his arms and letting her teeth get very close to his face. "Don't touch her, brat! I won't allow you! Not after what you did!"

"Gregory!" Freddy yells, momentarily distracted from his battle with that thing, and it gets the jump on him, landing a worrisome blow.

Freddy staggers, but he recovers quickly, and it isnt long before he's back on top of the thing and pushing it towards the hole it crawled out of.

Freddy growls ferociously, sudden strength overwhelming the thing he's battling as it gets harder for it to fight back.

"Vanessa!" He yells to the woman Cassie still doesn't recognize.

"Shit!" Vanessa curses, leaving her station. "Hold on, Gregory!"

Suddenly, Cassies mind catches back up fully, and she tries not to let it reel too much as she scrambles off the floor, ignoring her twinging arm and leg.

"Wait, wait! Roxy don't hurt him!" She shrieks, falling to the ground after her leg gives in on her, and tears pool in her eyes, not only from the burning, scorching pain in her leg, but from Roxys sharp, broken, dangerous endoskeleton claws held high above Gregory, ready to strike.

Roxys ears wiggle, and she's distracted just long enough for Gregory to send a kick straight to her chest, that somehow sends her flying off of him.

Gregory is quick to scramble to his feet, hovering by Vanessa and taking over the computer they're at when she steps aside.

Roxy growls ferociously as she claws at the ground, scrambling to find surface.

"Brat!" She shrieks, voice box warbling and cutting out from the sheer volume and intensity. "How dare you!"

"Roxy!" Cassie yells, army crawling over to the shattered wolf and putting a soft, comforting hand on her cold endoskeleton forearm. "Roxy, please, calm down! It's okay!"

Roxy finally gets to her feet, and at Cassies voice, doesn't move again, just shifts to stay at her side, ears wiggling and she tries to understand what's going on in the room.

Cassie hears a sound next to her, a resounding beep that echoes across the room, and she can see Freddy finally shove the thing back in the dark, slimy hole it came from, and dig his claws in the metal of the door to slam it closed.

"How much longer?!" Freddy asks, and the thing starts banging on the door, leaving dents in the other side.

"Almost..." Gregory says, typing at the speed of light, and suddenly, with a flash, he pushes one finger into a button on the keyboard, and something latches on the other side of the metal door. A cement mixer Cassie never noticed was next to it begins spinning, and gray liquid begins filling it up from the tubes plugged into vats, and cement starts piling onto the door.

Freddy moves out of the way as wet cement buries the door under a thick layer, and everyone is silent when the thing's banging can't be heard anymore, and the cement mixer powers off.

She's still holding onto Roxy, and Roxy to her as well, and next to her, when she finally snaps out of it, she can hear Gregory and the woman panting next to her.

Everything only becomes apparent when the danger is over.

She suddenly becomes aware of the still wet tear tracks on her face, and it all comes swinging back at full force.

Roxy twitches when Cassie makes a noise, but Cassie isnt looking at her; shes looking just a bit past her, and to the left.

Gregory and the woman look over at her, but they only really seem to really see her when she starts crying.

Gregory looks right back at her, and it's like time slows down.

The room feels so still; like the very air has shifted and settled to let Cassie focus purely on this moment, only on Gregory.

She catches his eyes, amber colored (rare, he always said.).

And everything else falls away.

"Gregory," She sobs, and she tries to move, to get up, but her body is so sore, and she can feel herself trembling, and her leg burns and pulses with pain and shes pretty sure its broken along with her arm that she cant put pressure on.

"Cassie..." Gregory says, just as disbelieving as Cassie, and Cassie cant help but sob out a wet laugh, and let a grin split on her face when Gregory smiles at her.

He makes up for her lack of moveability and takes one step, then another, and it's not long before hes close, close enough to reach out to.

But something on her other side shifts, and she had forgotten Roxy was still there, and that her hand was still clasped firmly around her arm.

Gregory's stopped in his tracks by Roxy rising menacingly, and Gregory finally tears his eyes away from Cassie, looking wearily at Roxy.

"If you think I'm letting you anywhere near her after what you did..." Roxy growls, fingers twitching as she readies her claws. "You're mistaken."

And suddenly, Cassie remembers all about what Roxys so upset about.

"It's not your fault. I know you did it for me. To save me. But... we can't risk being followed."

"I'm sorry."

Her stomach feeling like it was doing flips. Her head being slammed into the ceiling of the elevator as it plummeted to the ground. Everything spinning. Her hearing something crack when she was thrown to the floor when it finally landed before everything going dark.

Gregory's brows furrow from where hes standing, and Cassie can't help the deep, agonizing, hurt inside of her when his words echo inside of her head.

"W-what I did...?" Gregory mutters, confused. "Is this about your eyes? Listen, Roxy, I--"

"It should be, but it isn't." Roxy snarls. "You just cant stop hurting people, can you? Gregory."

Gregory's eyes flash with hurt from where hes standing, and Cassie can't help but feel like something isnt adding up.

"I-I dont understand..." He says, brows furrowed.

Roxy growls, as if she can't believe his audacity.

"The elevator, brat!" She yells. "You dropped her! All to save your own skin. Just like everything else you've done."

Gregory looks more confused than hurt, and then, his eyes widen.

"The elevator..." He mutters. "That-- Damn it! The Mimic must have-- fuck." He rubs at his eyes with his hands.

Cassie frowns. "Gregory?"

He whips up at her voice, and he looks a whole new level of concerned.

"Cassie." He says simply, and side-steps Roxy when Cassie reaches out to him.

Roxy whips around. "Gregory--!"

"Roxy!" Cassie interrupts, never tearing her eyes away from Gregory. "Its okay. I promise."

Roxy pauses at that, and with a warbling grumble, un-tenses her springs, and backs off.

"Roxy," Cassie can hear a robotic voice say, emotion lacing its tone, but Cassie isn't focused on anything but the person in front of her.

She's finally able to reach him, and he wastes no time joining her on the floor, and letting her wrap his arms around her.

She cries when he hugs back just as desperately, and she sucks in shuddering breaths, clinging onto his blue jacket.

"Cassie," Gregory says, voice soft but rough at the same time and exactly how she'd remembered it, and she just cries harder. "I didn't cut the elevator. I would--" He huffs. "I would never do that to you. It was The Mimic."

Cassie sniffs, and is just so overwhelmed with relief that Gregory didnt cut her off, leaving her to be trapped, and almost forgets to respond. "T-The Mimic?"

"That thing that's down here." He explains, and Cassie wants to break away so she can see his face, but she doesn't want to leave the cocoon of warmth and comfort yet. "But... we sealed it back up. Turned all the security back on. Its stuck again. For good."

Cassie is barely listening, just squeezing her eyes shut and burrying her face into Gregory's shoulder.

"I missed you." She says shakily. "You were gone for so long. I-I thought you--"

Gregory shushes her, but his own voice sounds choked up.

"I know." And she can feel him trembling against her as much as she is against him. "I-I missed you, too. So much."

"Um," Another voice says, a female one, and Cassie recognizes it as that Vanessa lady. "I don't mean to interrupt this moment, but we should probably get out of here."

Suddenly Cassie is thrown back into awareness, and she notices the freezing, biting cold sinking into her joints from being on the floor and the aching, pulsating pain from her left arm and leg.

Gregory finally pulls away, and Cassie is almost sent back into another crying fit when she sees his face. The same face shed missed so intensely.

She has more to say to him, so much more, but right now, all she wants is to go home.

"You're right, we gotta go." He agrees. "Its not totally safe here. Theres still danger out to get us."

Cassie tries not to let herself get too scared over that, shes so tired, but Gregory smiles a reassuring smile, and it works on her probably too well.

"Freddy?" Gregory asks the bear, who's been off to the side with Roxy for a while now. "Can you..."

Freddy nods, and goes to help Cassie, but Roxy beats him to it, and scoops her up ever so gently, holding her close and somehow just in the right position to not impale her on her broken casing or jostle her limbs.

"I've got her." Roxy says, and she sounds way less angry than before, just determined. "Let's get out of here."

Roxy strodes past Gregory and totally not very pointedly ignores him, but Gregory doesn't comment, just nods, and the Vanessa girl packs up that portable computer thing (were they all hers?) and follows behind them.

They all line up by the elevator, but low and behold, its sitting broken, crumpled, and totally, undoubtedly, unusable.

"What are we going to do?" Cassie asks, furrowed brows looking at the broken down elevator, and she looks away when she sees a bit of red on the inside. Her injuries twinge without her permission. "How are we gonna get out?"

"Dont worry." The Vanessa woman says. "We'll get out using the tunnels. They lead right up to the basement, and then we'll go from there."

Cassie want to ask about what tunnels? but shes exhausted, and her body hurts, and she feels safe for the first time (no, second time. First time was when Gregory was holding her.) all night.

So she just mumbles an agreement, and let's herself get comfortable in Roxys arms.

Going up the tunnels takes forever, and Cassie is left coughing up dust and dirt by the time they get to the surface, and her eyelids are already fluttering when they're not even at the second basement level yet.

"Rest." Gregory tells her. "You can count on us to get you out safe, I promise."

She nods, fully believing Gregorys words, and she only let's herself fall asleep when Roxy tightens her hold around her and Gregory let's her take his hand with her good arm.

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#gonna post the take me home chapters on tumblr too!#take me home #tmh #my fics #writing #fnaf gregory #fnaf cassie #fnaf ruin #fnaf fic #pandas writes #gregory and cassie #cassie and roxy #ruin

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fazafras-pizza · 7 months

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CW: Violence, blood, moving images

The restaurant was still, the only movement coming from the dust particles in the dim moonlight that crept in through the windows. Air had stagnated for days after the power had been shut off, and the musty scent of forgotten pizza and parties lingered with old metal that, if you didn’t know better, smelled more like the iron of blood than real iron.

Amidst the stillness, the animatronics were motionless on the stage, having been shut off for as long as the rest of the power had been, frozen in positions as if ready to come to life and perform at any moment. As if, perhaps in the darkness, they were waiting to. Even hoping to. But they couldn't move unless someone flipped a switch (or, perhaps, with enough sheer willpower of their own. Who was to say?)

Yet, no movement came. Instead, they stood staring ahead to the darkness, bodies grime coated patchwork where patches could even have been made. Ramshackled robots, really. (Maybe when you’re the originals, every part of you has to be replaced over the years until the only thing original about you is your soul.)

Beyond the parking lot outside the doors was the city’s main road, the hum of passing cars only barely audible through the busted seal around the frames that let the spiders and sound through. Certain sounds, though began to grow ever so slightly louder. First were distant sirens, the other was clearly of someone’s footsteps. Quick, frantic, and running.

A shadow slammed into the glass before yanking on the handles. The door opened, having never been properly locked in the first place and for not being well maintained enough to make sure brute force wasn’t an option, and so the shadow slipped in, spinning himself around so his back was to the stage and his eyes were out to the road. When the lights of red and blue were beginning to grow more visible in the distance outside, he ran from the main stage to a room only he and a handful of others familiar with the location would know.

The lights poured over the buildings down the street and the sirens no longer needed the crack in the doors to get their point across -- it was loud enough they’d pierce through anything they’d have to.

It still would take them time to reach the parking lot itself, much less the building, and so the mysterious being clad in shadows had time to find the perfect space to hide. One only someone familiar with it would think of.

And so he crept out of where he had run and commandeered a spot on the stage amongst the animatronics. Perhaps it would have been a bold move to do so as himself, but doing so as just another rabbit amidst the other mascots was far more logical, especially as he took on his own read-to-perform stance, holding himself in place like a trained professional.

The lights grew closer. The sirens were louder.

The doors flew open and dozens of police officers flooded through, weapons raised and flashlights bright, casting dark shadows from the animatronics and their fabricated guest across the walls. Shouts barked over the sirens as they darted in and out of rooms, down hallways, under the stage, busting through locked doors and out back entrances.

At the tail end of the throng were a pair that were not out of place in the restaurant, but looked far out of place amongst the authorities. Yet, they held far more than they did over the situation, whether anyone else knew it or not.

The eyes of the imposter twitched despite himself.

Holloway and Ms. Valencia watched the cops crawl over every corner like dogs. But no matter how fervent their search was, they didn’t know to sniff out a rabbit.

Eventually, the fervor died down, half the officers heading out to patrol the area in case their target had gotten out while the others stayed behind to continue searching the building. Holloway and Ms. Valencia remained, standing in the middle of the empty checkered tile floor beyond the stage, backs to the silent performance.

“And you’re sure this is the way he would’ve come?” an officer asked Ms. Valencia.

“Of course I am,” she replied, “but maybe he knew that.”

Another officer ascended the steps to the stage, flashlight bathing the bionic bodies in washed out light, draining the color from vibrant to nothingness. He shone it over the golden guest, with the only thing to cross his face being sarcastic bemusement.

“These guys really went downhill here at the end, huh?” he said. Ms. Valencia and Holloway turned to look up at him, neither hinting of any surprise at what they were seeing.

“Not one of our most popular locations,” Ms. Valencia replied.

“Not in these conditions, that’s for sure,” the officer laughed, shining his flashlight this way and that to look over the restaurant as he left the stage, “like, man, this place should’ve been condemned.”

“On the verge of it,” she said.

Other officers emerged from the back halls and service rooms, declaring an ‘all-clear’.

“He’s not here, Ms. Valencia,” the head officer stated, “and if he was, he got out.”

“Well you don’t need my permission to get out and go after him,” she told him, “get you and your boys out of here and figure out where he went. We’ve got to fix up that busted door, anyway -- we’ll call you if he decides to show up after all.”

“Alright.”

Their exit was in a trickle compared to the flood of before, leaving behind the standing stones of Holloway and Ms. Valencia, watching them leave. When the final of the cars took their lights with them, the two pulled flashlights from their pockets and shone them up onto the golden rabbit onstage.

“You think you’re so clever, William,” Ms. Valencia grumbled.

The rabbit dropped his pose and shook his head.

“Still protecting me after all these years, Erica,” William replied.

“What can I say: I’m sentimental,” she said, the venom laced sarcasm dripping from her voice.

“You can’t deny it. You’ve set so much up for me already,” he replied with a flick of his hand to address their surroundings, “this place isn’t up to your standards of quality. And this suit?”

“It was always yours.”

“Hm,” he hummed, glancing over himself, “yes, but the upkeep on it is lacking -- but you knew that. You knew it would be like this, that’s why you left it for me in the safe room. I assume your lackey there did that bit for you.”

Holloway gave him no response.

“You were never the mechanical one for the industry, that was Henry and I. You were just the business,” William continued, “but this place wasn’t for business; you wouldn’t run it like this -- you couldn’t run it like this. You wouldn’t be able to stand actually letting a location like this get this bad. No, this was all deliberate, wasn’t it? You wanted there to be somewhere this suit wouldn’t look out of place just so I could hide once again. They’ve been getting so close to me, and you knew the only way to make sure I could disappear again would be to hide me right under everyone’s noses. And I must admit,” he turned to look over the animatronics around him for a moment before turning back to her, “the call backs to my old days are such a touch--”

“Oh for crying out loud, shut up!" Ms. Valencia groaned and rolled her eyes. “Shut up shut up shut up--!”

William sneered. “Oh you always do this. You always ruin my moment--”

“You don’t deserve a moment because you deserve to die,” she snapped.

“--this is why I divorced you--”

“--no, this is why I divorced you--”

“--I’m the one that got an attorney first--”

“--and I’m the one who served you papers first!”

“You always have to have the last word, don’t you?” William growled.

“Yes I do!” Ms. Valencia shouted with her teeth beared. Yet, the anger receded back to a simmer and she controlled herself, standing as straight and composed as before. “But this time--”

“--I’m letting someone else have it,” she finished.

Bonnie attacked, possessed by rage inhuman. The anger swelled and he drove his guitar heavily into Williams neck right at the base of the head of the suit. The impact cracked the frame and sent the spring locks out of place and into his body with a rusty SNAP! that nearly drowned out his scream. His cries grew quickly garbled in the blood draining into his lungs from where the locks sprung forth, not helped by Bonnie continuing to bash his guitar into William's back over and over, driving him onto his knees. Bonnie cleaved the guitar into his side, throwing him down onto his back against the stage floor and sending shrapnel from the guitar's heavy shattering frame through the air.

As he again began to slam his guitar down upon golden suit that cracked like William’s body within, his friends behind him tried desperately to bring their own functions back online to stop him. They contorted and twitched with far more erratic movements than Bonnie had when he tested his own. But of course, their goal was not to ambush like his had been -- concern acts more immediate than revenge.

Cacophony. That is all the air became. Metal upon metal, electric sparking alive, vicious screeches drowned in static and blood.

Ms. Valencia stared at the immobile body of William amidst the coffin he built for himself. Rotted and battered. Much more than he deserved.

Bonnie continued to fight against the other animatronics who struggled to hold him. In their haste, the finer parts of their motor functions were still needing proper connection while Bonnie had brought online everything he needed to kill William. His strength was in droves while theirs still needed rebooting, and so the three together still were hardly enough as he slipped in and out of their collective grasp.

Ms. Valencia approached William.

“Holloway,” she began, “put him in the truck.”

Holloway obeyed, and with a surprising strength, was able to lift William’s broken body off the stage onto a cart left out on the main floor, leading it off down a hall to a back entrance. Ms. Valencia remained, first watching after him, then turning to the animatronics onstage. Bonnie had stopped fighting his friends, though they held their grip on him as his body lurched with the motion of the heavy breaths of someone who needed them, perhaps done instinctually from the memories of the soul within him.

“Why in the world was Mr. Afton here?” Chica asked.

“He was always supposed to come here. That was the point of this place -- why I brought you all out here specifically.” Ms. Valencia replied. “Look -- this place was never supposed to be a success, he was right about that. I don’t let my locations get this bad, but I needed it to be sufficiently run down so he’d think he could hide here.”

“What in the world would you do that for?!” Freddy asked.

Ms. Valencia simply motioned the the stage where blood pooled and dripped over the side. “Exactly that.”

The animatronics stared at her.

“I thought it’d be more satisfying for someone William killed to kill him back. And I knew one of you--” she looked at Bonnie, “would be a lot more keen on it than the others.

“We knew he was in the area, but we couldn’t get him to come out and show himself, so we had to give him a reason to leave whatever bunker he’s been hiding in by giving him a place to go. When we tracked him down, I knew this place would have to get shut down for a long enough time he’d know nobody would be here.”

“Who’s ‘we’?” Foxy asked.

“Me and Holloway,” she said as Holloway returned to her side, pulling off his blood coated gloves and stashing them away within inner coat pockets, “he’s a private eye I hired to track William down. I’ve had him undercover here just in case William decided to jump the gun on my plans.”

“Holloway’s a detective?!” Chica asked.

“Ex-detective,” Holloway responded, “I work on my own now.”

“I couldn’t have someone actually in the force do this,” Ms. Valencia added, “there’s too many hoops to jump through when all you’re planning to do is kill a man. I couldn’t risk anyone delaying it or screwing it up, so I needed as few people as possible -- so I hope you’ll forgive me for not explaining the plan. I only called in that squadron to herd William here.”

An electric click sounded as Bonnie finally reconnected his voice box.

“What are you doing with his body?” he asked.

“Burning it,” she replied, “according to Henry, that’s the only way to make sure his soul doesn’t connect to the suit.” She paused. “And the only way to make sure it leaves if it does.”

The animatronics stared at her, though only Bonnie nodded.

“So what’s going to happen to us now that we've accomplished your ridiculous plan?” Freddy asked.

“Storage. At least until I can get all the parts I need to get you guys like new again. I’m not getting rid of you all, but it might be a while before you’re out and about,” she said.

“You promise? You’re not just going to burn us, too, when we can't fight back?” Freddy questioned.

“After this? I’ll keep you guys around as long as you want. I owe you that much for killing a child killer. If I could give you all bodies in place of his, I’d do that, too.” She shrugged. “But I can’t build things. I’ve got a team who does that.”

Foxy eyed her. “You’ll really fix us up?”

“I’m going to make sure they do such a good job you’re not going to even remember what it’s like to be in disrepair.”

Again, the stared at her, eyes glowing in the darkness, but in time they seemed to relax. She gave them a final nod and took her leave through the dilapidation. Holloway, though, lingered for a moment.

“You all know I never hated you, right?” he asked. “But sometimes, you sure didn’t make my job easy.”

Bonnie slipped himself out of the hold of his friends, but they gave no resistance this time. He brushed himself off. Freddy watched, then shook his head.

“You didn’t make ours much easier either,” Freddy said.

Holloway shrugged. “Fair enough.”

Holloway left the animatronics to collect themselves and prepare for their removal in the morning. He’d be back himself before then to ensure any trace of William’s blood was gone, lest someone start asking questions. But first, there was a bonfire to be built.

Yet as he exited the building, it appeared that would itself be for a different night. Because he found Ms. Valencia staring in blank horror and defeat at the empty bed of Holloway’s truck, the tailgate ripped down and a trail of blood going, going, and then vanish across the parking lot.

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Ms. Valencia stood by as her workers take down what could be salvaged from the restaurant. Decorative panels, signs, fixtures -- anything that just needed a polish or could be sold in auction as memorabilia. Drawings that were posted up along halls and in offices (that the animatronics hadn’t taken down to keep for themselves) were packed away if they weren’t showing similar age to the long gone kids who drew them. Anything that could be repurposed for other locations were handled with the upmost amount of care, and what could be better repurposed than the animatronics themselves?

She watched the technicians run through their process of shutting them off totally so they didn’t accidentally ‘come alive’ on the ride to the robotics facility (they said it like a joke, but these people were low level in the job title hierarchy -- she wasn’t going to explain to them it wasn’t funny.) She heard them remark on the awful state their bodies were in, that the wear and tear might call for such an overhaul that it might be easier to scrap them.

“If I hear word of any part of these animatronics being scrapped,” she ordered, “I’ll make sure you’re the next one that is.”

They stopped complaining about the robots’ states after that.

She continued to watch as they packed them each in one piece within the crates all marked ‘FRAGILE’ that may have held true for the mechanical parts but not the grip of the souls within the machines.

All she could really hope was they wouldn’t be stubborn enough to wake up again. She told them to take the time to rest, but there was no telling if ghosts were willing to sleep when given the chance, especially for as long as she feared it might take. There was only so much of the budget she could square away for an upgrade like they needed.

Eventually, he returned to her Mitsubishi and watched the crates get rolled into the shipping truck. In the passenger seat besides her was someone who couldn’t be shut off -- he was too connected to himself.

“Will they be okay?” Fredbear asked.

“Yeah,” Ms. Valencia replied, “they’ll be fine. They’ll just be away for a while.”

He turned to her. “What about me? Am I not going with them?”

Ms. Valencia shook her head. “No, kiddo. You’re going to be staying with me for a bit.”

“With you?”

“If that’s not a problem.”

He hesitated, then shrugged. “I don’t think it would be.”

Ms. Valencia nodded. As the shutter was pulled down on the truck outside the restaurant, she turned the car’s key in its ignition.

#bonnie #freddy #chica #foxy #holloway #ms. valencia #day 4 #fredbear #william afton #erica

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crazybookcat · 1 year

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Heeeyy besties it’s been a while hasn’t it-

Ok lore dump time. Buckle in besties this gonna be a little sad. (TW; for a few general mentions of violence, I don’t describe it at all but it’s implied).

Cracks knuckles Ok so first things first! What would this behemoth actually do? Simple actually! He juggles. But he juggles some strange things, including people/animatronics. Specifically his two adoptive daughters; @enigmaticcattic and @omenofthevoid (Seren). Basically; he’d come out juggling the two of them, then after a short bout of the three of them preforming various acrobatic tricks BC would toss them both up to their arial hoops. While the two of them spin around up there the big man would go over to two hoops and using the blowtorch in the back of his throat would light them on fire. Then Seren and Eni would jump down to him and he’d fire them like two cat shaped missiles through the on fire hoops. He could also juggle chainsaws but I’m not sure where we’d fit them in 🤔

But how did these three meet? Wonderful question! They all met in a robot fighting ring. But of course BC’s little story starts long before that.

The big man himself was made to be the ultimate home security and care bot. He was created custom for an incredibly wealthy family and equipped with some.. interesting features. (Stares at the blowtorch). Anyways! The family consisted of two parents and three kids. Said kids were primarily cared for by BC. But let’s just say their parents weren’t the best people, and upon some bloody revelations the draconic bot ended up snapping both literally and figuratively.

Which ended in him getting sent back to the factory he was built in. Upon looking over his code and memories his creators decided to decommission and recall every robot from his model. But luckily or not while Bc was on his way to be taken apart the car with him in it got robbed. Which ended in the leader of this robot fighting ring acquiring BC, and after a short memory wipe the robot was willing to commit any atrocity in his owner’s name.

Seren and him met when she was sold to the ring’s owner. She was assigned to fixing up BC and a couple other bots every time they got a little too banged up from a fight. The jobs were mostly patchwork and done with haste, or before Seren came around done by BC himself. So you can see a lot of scratches on his body if you look closely enough. (I assume the Fazbear crew helped him fix up his damaged paint job before any shows).

Things went along the way they used to with the only bright spot in his days being Seren. Until one fateful night he was thrown into the ring with Eni, and the horrified look on her face lit a fire in his circuits. Memories thought to be long lost came bubbling up to the surface, creating a deadly concoction of emotions. Most prominently; rage.

So for the second time BC turned, defying his very code to see to it that no bot was ever hurt by this particular fighting ring again. After setting things ablaze BC yoinked Seren and Eni then proceeded to book it while carrying both of them like luggage under his arms.

(Side note: I imagine his interview went something like this;

Freddy: “So what are your talents? What makes you special?”

BC who just expected to be doing manual labor: Starts panic juggling chairs)

(Also cough, @laurzzz-again-lol leave it up to me to be one of the last submissions-)

#WWITS #wwits oc laurzzz #I have not made an actual post sense my birthday-#Mmmmm I’m consistent with my inconsistency

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ponds-of-ink · 6 months

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Sing The Ghosts A Christmas Carol - Chapter 3 (“The First Spirit”)

This is the part where it veers into official head-canon territory, but this should be pretty insightful for this William.

Also, if it feels rushed at the end, it wasn’t intentional. I honestly had a different thing planned for the second half, but then I realized something that’ll get addressed here.

William spent the rest of the hour making preparations. He tidied up the office as best he could, ensuring that this first mystery guest moved around the room with ease. He also adjusted his outfit (patchwork though it was by this point), just in case this specter was royalty of the animatronic realm. An unlikely scenario, yes, but he dared not take any chances. Not after Spring Bonnie’s visit.

By the time the clock sounded, William was sitting in his chair once again. Closely watching one door, then the other. “I almost want to guess that it’s someone like Fredbear, but that would be too obvious,” he thought to himself as he continued to wait. “Perhaps it’s… Ballora?” His face flushed briefly, but he quickly shook it off. “No, it couldn’t be,” he chided himself. “She wouldn’t dare show up in some period piece nightgown. Besides, if our take was anything to go by, she’s now assigned herself to be Nephew Fred or some more minor role. ..That is, if this is all a play more-so than an vision’s intervention.”

So his speculation kept going. He went through the entire roster, crossing off candidates one by one. Couldn’t be any of the ‘93 restaurant models, as they would typically go as a group. The Toys couldn’t be bothered. The one of Phantoms could work, but they were mere illusions with no way to retain something like of the Past’s knowledge. The Nightmares? It was possible, but…

A reddish glow started to shine from the left hallway. William sat up in his seat. He quickly adjusted his mismatched collar one last time, then rolled back to his desk. His undead heart thumped. His Spirit of Christmas Past had arrived.

Dressed in an ever-shifting scarlet dress, a strange variant of Baby peered inside. Her bright green pupils fixed on the man. “I am looking for William Afton,” it said, its echoey voice only straining at his name. “Is that you?”

William cleared his throat. “Yes,” he answered in his best ‘business-like’ manner. “Are you the Spirit of Christmas Past?”

“I am,” Baby smiled, her voice now gaining some warmth.

“And, just so I’m not under any presumptions, why are you here?”

Baby’s head tilted curiously, let her ghostly pigtails float downward. “Didn’t the Yellow Rabbit make it obvious?” she asked in turn.

“Well, yes,” William replied, bobbing his head a little. “But I want to know if you two are on the same page. Are you here for my welfare? My need to recall how horrific my actions were? In your own terms, why do we need to meet?”

Baby glided into the room. “You’re overthinking this,” she retorted calmly, turning to face her listener. “I’m just here to take you to the past. If you want me to say something like the original Ghost of Christmas Past, I’m here for your…” Her voice trailed as her pupils shifted back and forth. She fell silent for a moment, lifting a hand as if to signal him to wait. “Your… reclamation,” she continued, slowly enunciating the second word. “Maybe even your reformation, if it happens.”

“My reformation?” William scoffed, crossing his arms. “Bold of you, out of all of my creations, to think that I have a chance to defy even myself.”

“That’s why I said ‘If’,” Baby corrected, raising her head a little. “I don’t know about what the future holds. I only know about the past. You will have to wait and see.”

“Very well,” William nodded before rising from his seat. “I suppose we must be off. We don’t want to waste the entire hour discussing what you can and can’t do, do we?”

Baby wordlessly stretched out her arm. She waited until William reluctantly held onto it, then started to glide again. “You’ll have to hop onto my back soon,” she instructed as her skates gradually picked up speed.

William raised an eyebrow. “May I ask why?” he questioned, all the while struggling to keep up with his guide.

“Because it’ll be hard for you to hold onto my arm when I reach my top speed,” Baby answered, slowing down her skates just enough. “You might as well jump now. We’re about at the end of the hallway.”

Having no other choice, William clung to Baby’s shoulders for dear life. He readjusted himself as Baby casually barreled towards a dark doorway. His eyes closed shut. He braced himself for whatever surface The Past gave them— Be it a barn door or a tree in the forest.

Darkness fell upon them both. Baby continued to skate along, though the tile floor had completely evaporated into thin air. The journey was now silent and void-like. And William, for the first time in ages, felt his ghostly blood run cold. He clung to Baby for dear life. “Spirit— Baby,” he sputtered out weakly, “have you considered that my past may have been lost to time? I know Scrooge’s past was ages ago for him as well, but he was not eager to completely purge his old life like I have been.”

“If it’s lost to time, then why do I see stars?” Baby inquired softly, peering up into the sky above them.

William’s eyes went wide. He carefully followed Baby’s gaze. There were the stars of a cold winter’s night. Mountains of snow quickly piled up around them, causing Baby to slow down a tad. A cold wind blew across their faces, only making William smile a little.

Baby quickly glanced back. “Do you know where we are?” she questioned, looking around. “I know it’s around Christmas, but this feels too vague— Even for me.”

“December, 1959,” William answered swiftly, his voice battling the ever-surging gusts of wind. “Either on my birthday or very close to it. It’s a Christmas party at… Bah! The name escapes me.” He paused to get a better look at the ‘road’ ahead. “Just keep heading in that direction and you should see a barn,” he resumed, cautiously pointing towards the snow drifts in front of them. “It should be glowing like a jack o’lantern, even from the outside!”

“Thanks,” Baby responded calmly, now definitely charging towards their destination. “But, now that I think about it, didn’t you just say that you completely buried your old life?”

William’s face burned red. “Well, you know how I am,” he retorted, attempting to mask his sudden embarrassment. “Nothing really stays dead when I’m around— Even if it’s something I want to stay dead.”

Baby only gave a quick look of acknowledgment. She plowed on through the snowy hills, turning an hour or two in a horseback carriage into mere minutes. On and on she went until the barn was a mere minute or two away. Then, with an even stronger burst of energy, she stopped herself with the aid of a towering snowbank. Her wheels turned very sharp and quick, making her entire body turn sideways.

William flew off her back and into the cold ground. However, instead of complaining, he rapidly brushed himself off and hobbled towards the barn. “Thanks for the drop-off, Baby!” he yelled, waving his arm at the surprised girl. “Now, come on! We’ve got a party to catch!”

Baby just shrugged her shoulders and followed along. “He must know that we can’t really attend,” she thought to herself as they approached the barn. “He’s probably just excited to have good fun again.”

And Baby’s guess was absolutely correct. William rushed past each arriving vehicle, eagerly waving to each passenger and mouthing some sort of greeting. Then the music crawled underneath the barn’s two wooden doors. Filled with an even greater excitement, he gave a quick “goodbye” to the newcomers and entered inside.

Thankfully for him, the barn’s interior were just as eager to greet him. Guests both old and new chattered and did their own Christmas traditions. For a few children, it was running along the edges and playing a condensed version of Tag. Several groups of dancers did their best ballroom waltzes in the center, ready to please their ever-changing audience. A small refreshment table stood like a sentinel near the door, which our William stayed close by. He eyed the pleasant cacophony before him, taking in every sense his spirit could rekindle. The smells of candle wax, the scrubbed-down stables, and the nearby fruit punch. That volunteered band performing a more “country-like” rendition of familiar Christmas songs while a couple of attendees sung along. The ever-present warmth both on his skin and in his heart… He sighed heavily, though not even he knew which emotion the sigh came from.

Baby now stood beside him, curiously watching. “So you did like Christmas parties,” she chimed in, her voice absolutely buzzing with fascination. “And pretty crazy Christmas parties, too.”

“Yes,” William answered warmly, as if in a dreamlike daze. “I did.“ A sudden twinge of bitterness kept into his expression. “A shame that it all had to end,” he muttered darkly before leaving the table.

Baby silently trailed behind him. Both dodged and weaved past the chaos that was the main crowd. William stopped in-between a pair of couples chattering amongst themselves. He leaned forward, staring at the dancers now switching out. Baby, meanwhile, stayed close by his side.

A mother and her child soon entered from the southern-most side of the “ballroom’s” audience. They thanked a teenage boy and girl in turn, then carefully joined the rest of the performers. As soon as the band struck up the next song, the pair started to chime in with all their might. While the boy’s voice was soft and shaky at times, the mother’s firm and operatic tone lovingly covered up any imperfections. And, truth be told, the same went for the dancing (though the boy was clearly supposed to be the one leading).

Baby giggled at the sight. “He’s a bit nervous, isn’t he?” she asked, turning to face the still-observing William.

“In m—his—defense,” William cut in, shooting back a stern glare, “this was his first time performing on such a grand scale. Before this was smaller things like school choir performances and at-home ‘concerts’ with the woman you see before you. And she was a very fine singer! Very.. well trained. Regal, even.” His voice caught and his eyes misted, forcing him to look back at the mother and son before him.

Baby wrapped her more unstable arm around his. She continued to observe alongside him.

All seemed to be normal on the duo’s end. The songs came and went. The boy got more confident as time went on, both in dancing and harmonizing with his mother when the time was appropriate. As for the mother, whatever lingered from her own motherly cares seem to melt away. Her movements became more lively and graceful—Almost as if the whole party was restoring her waning youth right before everyone’s eyes.

Of course, such a wondrous scene wasn’t meant to last. A man’s voice bellowed from the east side of the barn. Groups of people were being shoved left and right. The boy and his mother stopped dancing, though the band blissfully played on. The mother quietly glanced away while the boy stepped forward. “Father, wait!” the boy exclaimed, stretching out his arm. “She hasn’t been dancing with anyone except for me! She hasn’t kissed any other man here! I’ve checked!“

But the boy’s plea fell on deaf ears. The mother was quickly seized by the arm and dragged past the crowd of mixed emoters. William followed them with his eyes, looking even more dour than before. He winced in pain as the two wooden doors slammed shut.

Baby gawked. Her eyes bounced from the door to William. “Do you know what that was about?” she asked, genuinely puzzled. “I know I’m the Spirit of Christmas Past, but this feels… beyond me.”

William put a hand to his face. He lowered his head with a groan. “To be honest, I myself am still unsure on what that was about,” he answered stiltedly. “Given later events, I can only guess that it was about parenting or some other heated debate. Could’ve been about my trouble fitting in at school, for all I know. I… w-wasn’t the most confident when it came to.. certain traits…” His voice trailed, then broke completely. He buried his mouth into his other hand, stifling any wretched noises ready to come through.

Meanwhile, Baby glanced at the young William. And, unfortunately for her, he wasn’t much better. His teary eyes were now frantically darting around the room, hoping for any sign of comfort. Mercifully, however, the two teenagers from earlier swooped in and led the boy away from the equally disturbed dancers.

Taking this as a sign on what to do next, Baby moved her more stable arm across the air. The area instantly changed from the bustling barn to a dimly-lit living room. Unlike the scene before, this one had very little going for it. An older chair with some decorative cloth here, a garland draped over a television set hissing and bussing with static there, and a much smaller tree placed in the dingiest corner.

So, really, there was no Christmas cheer in this place.

Baby waited until William practically jolted out of his sorrow, then asked: “Well, how about we rest here?”

William’s heart fell into his stomach. He gently grabbed Baby by the shoulders. “I’m going to assume you are new to your job and have no idea where you’ve taken us,” he addressed gently, gnashing his teeth. “Otherwise, I am going to fight the urge to smack you on the head with a helium hammer from the Local Fair.”

Baby just tilted her head. “But isn’t this your home?” she asked innocently, gesturing to the room before them. “Your old home, I mean. The one you grew up in?”

William rolled his eyes and hung his head. “Yes,” he snarled out, grasping her shoulders ever tighter. “But this is the Christmas the year after ‘59. I have no idea how you’ve done this, but you’ve sent me to the one downward spiral I never wanted to see again.”

Baby felt a shiver run down her robotic spine. Slowly but surely, everything became clear to her. “I would probably have to say, ‘don’t blame me, blame the past’,” she said softly, placing an arm on his shoulder. “But I think you might be right. To make you remember this—whatever mean things your Daddy did—wouldn’t really help your reclamation, would it?”

William looked up at his guide. “In the one sense, it may be a very useful thing to remember for later comparison,” he answered, trying to regain his ‘businessman’ tone. “But, in the other, I think I may just perish from all of the other memories crawling from their dark abysses. So, if we must go through these Christmases together, at least rush through them. They were all essentially the same. The exact ‘decorations’, the annual ‘traditions’,—“

A rough, bellowing “William!!” resounded from another room. William gripped his guide tightly. “And the same rebukes,” he said hurriedly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Please hurry.”

Baby waved an arm. As promised, only a few things changed throughout the years. Pieces of furniture came and went. The father became more and more agitated, but less and less (outwardly) malicious. And the boy, some would say miraculously, grew into a bolder teenager. One that, by the time the visions faded, had slipped out the door right as everything had finished shifting.

Yet again, William took in these renewed surroundings. The pain in his eyes lingered briefly. To Baby’s relief, he heaved a lighter sigh. “We’re free to leave,” he smiled, gently holding her hand in his. “My younger self has just driven off to college.”

Baby’s eyelids raised. “On Christmas?” she asked, failing to hide her surprise.

William chuckled. “Yes, as strange as it sounds,” he answered casually. “Looking back on it, it was probably the best and worst Christmas present I ever got: The chance to finally go out there and defy the odds.”

Baby took one last look at the ever-dingy room before them. “Let’s go to another Christmas,” she said, gliding over to the front door. “Someplace a bit less… dark.”

“Yes, let’s,” was all William muttered before clambering back onto Baby’s shoulders. Baby waited until he was settled, then swung open the door. They flew down the starless suburb before them, following the freshly-created car tracks on the road. The void surrounded them again, but it lasted far less than before.

In an instant, they stumbled into a large room filled with tables. She skidded to a halt on the checkerboard floors, but left no skid marks. William, meanwhile, quickly leapt off as soon as he was able to. Both of them gawked. “I don’t believe it!” William exclaimed, placing a hand to his forehead. “It’s Fredbear’s back in its testing days! Why, if I had to date it, this had to have been the Christmas Show in the late seventies! …Or was it mid-to-late seventies?”

“Maybe that woman can help you,” Baby suggested, motioning to a tall woman entering from a distant side room.

William squeezed past a table or two. His strained eyes turned wide. He muttered some sort of name, but it was so quiet only he could hear it. “Oh, Lizzie,” he muttered offhandly, motioning for Baby to come closer. “I think, perhaps, she could help you better than I.”

Baby carefully rolled up behind him. She peeked over his shoulder. “Is that… her?” she asked gently, keeping her eyes focused on the newcomer.

William’s eyes misted, but his smile only grew wider. “I don’t think y—Elizabeth— ever got the chance to see her,” he mused softly as the unknowing woman took notes on her clipboard. “Well, not since she was born, at least. There were… complications on all fronts. Health troubles.. Unrelated accidents..” His voice trembled on the last word, but tried to pull himself together. “At least we can both see Justine in her prime,” he resumed, feeling his heart race as ‘Justine’ gave a thumbs up to someone behind the stage curtain. “..Though, between you and me, I consider all of the times we’ve spent together her prime. I could even say her entire life was her prime, but that would be too presumptuous for someone I’ve only known since college.”

Baby answered his ramblings with a thoughtful expression. “So, does that mean Ballora was inspired by her?” she asked, tilting her head towards Justine now slipping behind the same side door.

William proudly nodded.

“Hm,” Baby replied darkly. “It’s kind of strange that you don’t feel the same way towards Ballora, then. You know, not accepting her invitation and all that.”

William would have given a lengthy rebuttal, but the sudden flash of stage lights turning on forced him to stay silent. He turned his attention back to the stage itself, where the vibrant purple curtains soon parted. There stood a large golden bear and a slightly narrower yellow rabbit, both dressed in Christmassy attire. “Well, hello there!” boomed a voice from some speaker as the bear waved. “You’re just in time for our Christmas Concert!“

“Now, hang on, Fredbear!” another voice yelped out as the rabbit put a paw to its face. “I’m not ready to sing yet! This Winter weather’s made my voice much sorer than usual.”

“Don’t worry, Springs,” the bear ‘laughed’, putting a hand on the rabbit’s shoulder. “You can get your voice prepped up while we make ourselves acquainted.”

“Thanks, Fred,” Springs said before going into a coughing fit. He lifted his arm as his voice provider practically gave his all into that sound effect.

“While Springs here, uh, gets ready,” Fredbear continued, refocusing on his mostly invisible audience, “feel free to sit down and rest a while. Don’t want your feet to get as sore as my friend’s throat here.”

Realizing that neither of them had actually sat down in a while, both Baby and William pulled out some chairs and settled in. Baby casually watched the rest of the show, but her eyes wandered from time to time. William, on the other hand, leaned forward with his eyes fixed on the two performers. He was mostly quiet.. Save the occasional pained wince at Spring’s hoarser notes. Or his inner child returning for a moment to audibly fill in the intentional dead space in certain parts.

Alas, an hour quickly passed by. It was soon time for Fredbear and Spring-Bonnie to say their goodbyes. Baby and William waved to their newfound friends as the purple curtains closed back. As the stage lights shut off, Baby looked at William. “So, Mr. ‘Too-Evil-to-Enjoy-Things’, how are we feeling?” she asked with a smug grin.

William crossed his arms. “I was fine until you asked me that,” he huffed, shaking his head. “I’m not even mad about the nickname, really. In fact, I’m more upset about the fact that you haven’t shown any of the horrible things I’ve done! What about Charlie and Susie’s little group? What about all the auditory dodging and weaving I had to do to nearly enact my plans with Circus Baby’s? Or Springtrap! All that mucking around as Springtrap would have been a great example! Why, oh why, haven’t you bothered to showcase any of that?”

Baby calmly leaned back in her chair. “There’s only one problem with using all of those memories,” she replied. “None of them really took place at Christmas. I’m the Ghost of Christmas Past, after all.”

William’s face fell. Oh. Right.

“And, besides, you can remember those things pretty well,” Baby explained further, rising from her seat. “Why do I need to remind you when you’ve got them all memorized by heart? At least with the stuff we’ve seen so far, it took a bit of time.”

The frustrated man gnashed his teeth. “Can you please be courteous enough to show me a Christmas that was around any of those times?” he questioned, fighting the urge to rip out his hair. “Something that shows me as the man I became? A cold-hearted, unfeeling monster?”

Baby stared at him blankly. “Only if you think you’re brave enough,” she responded, stretching out her hand.

“I am more than brave enough,” William insisted, grabbing her hand and rising to his feet once more. “I await this memory with open arms. Lead me there, Spirit.”

The Spirit wordlessly twirled her free arm. No dark void greeted them this time. Only the second living room of the journey. To its owner’s credit, however, this one was much more furnished and decorated. A towering, ornament-laden Christmas tree shone in a nearby room. Its colorful glow reflecting off the garlands strung around the archway. Other trinkets surrounded the main room, helplessly watching some dismal soul buried underneath a pile of festival velvet blankets. Though a faint melody played on the television, it did nothing to soothe the sobbing.

William’s whole body shivered.

“Do you remember this?” Baby asked, still watching the grieving wretch before her.

“Yes,” William said, turning away from the sight.

“When was this?”

He steadied his breathing. “December of 1993,” he responded in a frail voice. “Christmas week. I was ‘celebrating’ it alone that year, due to… unforeseen events.”

Baby’s eyes spotted a large box underneath the tree. “Is that present yours?” she questioned, pointing to the gift.

William winced in pain. “No, Spirit,” he choked out, shielding his eyes with his hand. “It was supposed to be for… her. Elizabeth.”

Baby’s faceplates twitched. “What was in it?” she inquired further, her tone becoming strangely intrigued.

“A dollhouse,” William responded before sitting down on the floor in defeat. “A very fine one at that.”

Both fell silent. The second William, finally noticing his mistake with the television, pressed a red button on his remote. The set shut off with a harsh buzz. He was now left in the shadows.

As the clearly-bedraggled man got up from his tear-soaked respite, his older counterpart seethed. “Spirit, I beg,” the latter pleaded bitterly, “why must you make me remember these things? Why must this ‘intervention’ remind me of this beating heart that I am never supposed to have? Even this specter of decades ago had a sliver of grief before the spring-locks took him later that week!” He banged his head against the wall, only feeling a small bit of impact.

“Don’t blame me for these things,” Baby chided gently, lowering down to his eye level. “I’m just here to show you what’s already happened. Blame yourself for this, if you need to— Both in the bad deeds and the… ‘weaker’ times.” She paused to gauge her listener’s expression. “I still stand by what I said at your Daddy’s house, if it helps you to understand,” she added in a slightly kinder tone. “That wasn’t your fault.”

William’s teary eyes shot a steely glare. “The only help I need is a way to get back to the office,” he sneered, repositioning himself to be more ‘stable’. “Take me home, Lizzie.”

The only answer he received was Baby shutting her eyes and lowering her head. In an instant, the final room transformed into his office. The office he started the night with, as a matter of fact.

William instinctively checked his face. One cheek was still wet with blackish tears. His eyebrows raised. “Either this is the most bizarre Christmas Carol that’s ever been performed or it really is an intervention,” he thought as he clambered to his desk. “No matter which it is, I’m starting to think there’s more at play than mere animatronics showing off their more ghostly attributes.”

#william afton #circus baby #scrap baby #fnaf fandom #fnaf fanfic #fnaf au #fnaf ucn #fnaf headcanons #long chapter #sing the ghosts a christmas carol #nanowrimo #angst

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elodiethescribe · 6 months

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What I expected from the FNAF movie, based off the trailers as well as what patchwork information I know from the games, in no particular order:

(Spoilers ahead, beware!)

At least one scene recreating the first FNAF's gameplay and atmosphere, with Mike in the office watching the cameras and managing the security doors and power while the animatronics recreate their various game poses on the cameras

Vanessa turning out to secretly be the bad guy, or at least have her evil alter ego Vanny pop up

Freddy's Toreador March

Foxy's hallway run

The animatronics to the be able to move quickly and smoothly, much as they do in the games

Matthew Lillard being a fantastic Springtrap, with a lot of suspense building up to his appearance and a brutal, bloody springlock scene

For either the animatronics to terrorize Abby, or for her to befriend them in secret without Mike's knowledge

Onscreen ghost children meaning we actually get to know the kids and their personalities and even their names

For the film to either take itself completely seriously given the horror and tragedy of the game's core concept and its bleak, tense atmosphere, or for the film to pull a M3GAN and go the self-aware dark horror comedy route, leaning fully into the more campy aspect of its concept while still delivering fun scares and an attempt at a genuinely meaningful message

A Markiplier cameo, or at least a nod to "the king of Five Nights at Freddy's"

What I got instead:

Little to no recreation of the original FNAF's gameplay and atmosphere; only the opening scene, the break-in sequence, and the climax really end up "feeling" like FNAF to me, but only in vague bits and pieces

Vanessa actually being a good guy with a surprisingly sympathetic and compelling storyline, even as she suffers from bad writing such as refusing to communicate properly with Mike or still inexplicably going along with Afton's murders despite her obvious horror

Literally no Toreador March despite it being blasted all over the trailers

Foxy inexplicably teleporting down the hallway

Foxy also being the absolutely most gosh-darn adorable of the animatronics

The animatronics portrayed as stiff, slow, heavy, and downright awkward, which makes one wonder how they are fast or sneaky enough to catch and kill nightguards

Matthew Lillard being a fantastic Springtrap, who literally just pops up out of nowhere during the climax with minimal build up, and a rather tame and underwhelming springlock sequence compared to FNAF 3, but my goodness Lillard just straights up eats this role alive and is easily the best part of the film

Mike not only just straight up immediately catching Abby befriending the animatronics, with little to no fanfare from the narrative, but also having a bizarre underreaction to the whole thing, like the very next day he only mildly uncomfortably asks Abby to talk to the giant animatronics possessed by dead kids about their missing brother, as if that's in any way shape or form an actually normal conversation to have

The ghost children/animatronics' story, and the sheer horror and tragedy of it, being shoved aside in favor of Mike's obsession with finding out who abducted his brother, all taking place in boring and repetitive dream sequences in a random forest; except for the Golden Freddy child, none of the other children even speak; Mike talking to the ghost kids and getting to know them, even connecting with them over the loss of his brother (who was even taken by Afton just like them!) could have been a genuinely intriguing and emotional plot, but the narrative doesn't seem to care about the children/animatronics as characters and Mike, for some bizarre reason, doesn't even seem effected by the kids being taken just like Garrett, even when he learns they were all taken by the same man, and it all just ends up feeling completely pointless and tacked on by the film ends

(And I say all this as someone who strongly prefers the fanfic-y "sentient animatronics" over the canon "possessed animatronics")

Finally, a minimal, underwhelming plot with a tone and structure that veered all over the place, letting me feel the sweet, nostalgic feeling of reading a fanfiction written by a teenager who doesn't understand how the real, adult world works: like, why are the goons attacking during the day, the exact time when Mike wouldn't be held accountable since he's off-duty? Why isn't Mike in jail after beating up that dad at his old job? What in the world happened with Aunt Jane's body? Did no one wonder where the heck Max went? Why did Vanessa help Abby and the animatronics build that fort and then immediately threaten to shoot Mike for letting Abby befriend the animatronics? Why does Afton do literally anything he does, especially with the big change-up to the Afton family dynamic? Why does literally no one actually REACT to the fact that the animatronics are possessed and that Abby and Mike can talk to dead people?!

No Markiplier :(

Surprisingly good soundtrack

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #five nights at freddy's movie #fnaf movie

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faegacha · 2 months

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FNAF obsession again 😔

Since I'm on a FNAF kick again it's time for OCs! I'm super sick rn so I need something to distract myself with.

Meet Angel Cake! She/They.

Angel is a ram animatronic that performs at a children's entertainment center. They prominently hand out sweets and birthday cakes. Ridiculously tall, 11ft because I love the tall animatronics. She's fluffy & was programmed to calm small children who are in distress seeing as she's probably the least scary animatronic that performs.

Notes:

- Not in the same universe as FNAF

- No possession, just advanced AI

- Time period: 90s to early 2010??

Other animatronics:

- Unicorn "Patchwork"

- Rat (Old, broken down, creepy looking- where did this guy even come from???) No name

- Cow "Sweetheartz"

- chameleon "Twistz"

#gacha club #gacha community #gacha life #gacha character #gl2 #gacha life 2 #gacha oc #oc #fnaf oc #fnaf original character #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #animatronic #animatronic oc

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fruit-bonez · 10 months

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Your SaD art makes me wish Springtrap was actually all patchy and stuff in the comics

I love the comic, but there’s NO way Deliah, a 14 year old, could fully repair an entire animatronic without YEARS of experience

That, and I’m a sucker for character designs that are covered in mismatched fabrics

listen the fact that the patchwork would have AWFUL stitching patterns is so funny to me

i don't even think she would know how to match the fabrics lmfao

i've tried sewing it came out looking like absolute shit the threads were on the OUTSIDE of the fabric it was so awful

#ask #springtrap and deliah

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wheretheresaway-theresawilliam · 3 months

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Chapter 9: Loyal Like a Dog

Word Count: 947

TWs: Obsessive behaviour, manipulation, brief suggestiveness

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The first thing Vanita did on Sunday night was show Sawyer her creation; a patchwork fursuit with a plastic face.

“That explains why you were going for the bargain fabrics… so, uhm, you’re a furry?? That’s cool,” Sawyer observed as she laid it out on her bed.

“I guess you could say that. I was inspired by this,” she showed him a photo of SpringBonnie on her phone.

“Woah, what is that?? It looks… ancient.”

She giggled. “It was William’s first animatronic… well, first public animatronic, I assume he made others beforehand. I wouldn’t say ancient, but it is old. SpringBonnie was made in the mid-to-late 70s. Did you know there was a restaurant before Freddy’s? The original Freddy’s, I mean.”

“Really?”

She nodded. “Fredbear’s Family Diner. That’s where SpringBonnie made its first, and last, appearance.”

“And William is…?”

“Oh, right. William Afton is the founder of the Fazbear Corporation and the co-founder of Fredbear’s Family Diner and Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. The other founder was Henry Emily. The two were fairly close up until the murders that took place in the 80s, and William stepped down as FazCo’s CEO a long time ago… he also founded Afton Robotics, who to this day supply FazCo’s animatronics, though they’ve gotten pretty discreet about that nowadays.”

“Huh. So he stepped away from Fazbear’s, and I assume nobody’s heard from him in years considering how I didn’t even know who he was, but he’s still in close quarters with them?”

“Exactly. Which is why I want to track him down, but I need Vanessa to do that.”

Sawyer’s brow furrowed. “What does she have to do with this?”

Vanita’s grin widened eerily as she took an excited breath. “Vanessa is William’s daughter. His only living relative.”

Sawyer’s eyes widened. “Really? Her??”

“Oh, yes, and that’s not all. I told you FazCo was shady, right?” She chuckled darkly. “She confessed that William is, without a doubt, the man behind the slaughter. Ahh, I’ve never been so satisfied with a confirmation in my life.” She contently clasped her hands together and slowly spun around before sliding into her desk chair. Sawyer looked less pleased, inching toward the door.

“How do you know she was telling the truth?? Maybe she was just--”

“What, messing with me? Who breaks down crying that their dad is a murderer just to mess with someone?” Vanita snapped before standing again. There was a portion of her wall that she kept hidden behind a large banner displaying a scene of grossly realistic zombies, and now she moved to take it down, revealing beneath it a corkboard smattered with photographs, newspaper clippings, magazine pages… anything that contributed to her research, it was there. Sawyer paled.

“Is that a bag of hair?!”

“Vanessa’s hair. How do you think I got the colour so accurate?”

“Vanita, don’t you think this is a bit obsessive???”

“Of course I’m obsessed! She’s perfect… or, I thought she was,” Vanita began to pace. “I should’ve known that her relationship with William was severed, considering how much distance she’s put between them, even taking her mother’s last name over his. But that’s why I’d be a better her. A better daughter.”

“What are you talking about??”

“Sawyer, I lost my dad to the fucking military four years ago, and learning about William has been the first time I’ve felt a shred of fatherly affection since then. If you really have to know,” she grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer, her nails digging into his skin, “I intend on taking over Vanessa’s life and reconnecting with him, because we need each other. A daughter left behind, a father discarded, we’re kindred spirits!”

“Ow, Vanita--”

“Vannie.”

“Vannie, you’re hurting me! And frankly, I think you’re hurting yourself!” He yanked his arm away, then tried the doorknob, only to find it locked. Panic crept into his features.

“Did you really think I was going to give you a choice in helping me or not?”

“You’re crazy!”

“Crazy?? Sure, if that’s how I get what I want. What I deserve.” She calmly sat back at her desk. “Now, I’ve been researching poisons. I don’t want to kill her, if I can avoid it, but I do need an excuse for her to be out of work long enough for me to take her place. After all, I already look like her with the hair…” She picked up a hair tie and bunched her hair into a short ponytail. “All I’d need to do is dress like her and wear less makeup.”

“I’m not helping you poison Vanessa!”

“Oh? Well, then, you aren’t leaving until you change your mind. So, what’s it going to be?” She bat her eyelashes. “I thought you liked me.”

“I do like you, but this,” he gestured to the corkboard, “is fucking nuts! I didn’t sign up for this!”

“But you did! When you agreed to come over.”

“I-I thought we were going on a date! Maybe watch a movie, make out a little…”

“We can still do that if you want.~”

Conflict rose in Sawyer. Vanita was truly gorgeous in his eyes… he couldn’t deny his attraction, even with the insanity she had just revealed. She giggled and his mind went hazy as she stood once more and approached.

“Stupid boy…” She whispered, taking his face in her hands and kissing him deeply. His hand slackened on the door handle as his eyelids fluttered shut. She had him hypnotised. After a few seconds, Vanita removed her fursuit from the bed, putting it back in her closet before laying down suggestively and patting the space beside her. “Come here, puppy.”

Against his better judgment, he obeyed.

#fnaf #fnaf au #fnaf fic #vanessa fnaf #vanny fnaf #Doppelgänger! au

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destinylordoffreaks · 1 year

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Part 1 of my Care Bears collection:

I used to have a few other care bears when I was a kid, but I lost them in a house fire. However, my big cheer bear, my glitter and glow a lot cheer bear, and my funshine and cheer bear from the 2000s all managed to survive, as you can see by the pictures below, pretty much everything else I have acquired since then.

Among the Care Bears that I lost were a lot a heart elephant, an animatronic cheer bear cub, and a cheer bear that sort of had like aerobics gear and used to sing bears Just wanna have fun with a little mini cheer bear that was all dressed for bed with a little nightcap and a sleeping bag and a magenta secret bear that had a sound box. And a cheer bear that I would describe has kind of looking like it was patchwork. I’ll have to see if I can find some pictures. I think I had a couple others, but I don’t really remember them anymore.

#care bears #cheer bear #funshine bear #rainbow heart bear #vintage #1983 #1980s #2000s #2010s #poll results #care bears collection #build a bear #glitter and glow a lot Care Bears #Care Bears cubs #destinylordoffreaks #sad story time

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patchworkspringlocks · 10 months

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Ok so tales from the pizzaplex epilogues rewrite feat. guest star michael afton

As I said before michael gets woken up in the sinkhole’d remains of the pizza place after glitchtrap takes over the RF’s mind (trust me I Will get to him. someday)

His instinctual reaction is one you’d expect from this development, that being “god-fucking-dammit not this shit again,” way to ruin his eternal afterlife vacation again william >:(

Patchwork/Dave has moved onto bigger and more outlandish endeavors, namely continuing to chase william around and into the digital world, also to escape the nightmarish ever-looping purgatory that is UCN (in my continuity), also also somehow find Cassidy and convince him to set the other spirits free and let them move on

So Patchwork is MIA by the time michael wakes back up which sucks bc it sure would be nice to have a tall strong powerful springlock animatronic guard dog against this thing that really, really wants to separate his head and arms from his body like an unruly kid with a grudge against one barbie doll in particular

(Sidenote: no the mimic in this continuity is not afton, it’s just a robot, although if word ever got out about this thing and what it’s capable of a certain digital rabbit mascot would be very curious indeed)

Michael spends some quality time with the mimic :) ..and by that I mean now he’s the one running around like a rat in a maze as the sole target of fnaf’s version of the terminator, but luckily he’s got loads of experience with defensive measures against murderous animatronics that the mimic doesn’t let him get away with twice, it was meant to learn and adapt along with mimic, after all

Michael’s even more worse-for-wear than ever before and looking even more like a charred corpse, taking what stitching he can grab and suture up on the run, but to the mimic’s algorithm’s surprise he seems neither scared nor particularly angry, to michael this thing is just an obstacle in the way of his actual goal so at first he’s dead-eyed and mildly perturbed at best and frustrated at worst, at least when it’s just him and this robot

To be honest I haven’t actually read the epilogues themselves just the summaries on the wiki so idk all the teens’ exact personalities (other than “stupid dumb idiot horror movie victims”), but I definitely want to keep Hope’s and Adrian’s deaths the same bc the aftermaths for both were surprisingly intriguing to me as character work, at least as far as fnaf novel characters are concerned

The first time they interact one of them mistakes michael for a corpse before he accidentally jumpscares them, while claiming his rotting dead look is a mix between actual injuries from the mimic and a disguise to let him “play dead” and hide from “it”

He tells them right away to just gtfo but of course horror’s gonna horror so they’re all trapped there until morning as michael now has to formulate a plan for not only him to survive but also these dumbass kids who don’t want to listen when he says all their lives are literally in grave danger down there

As a ghost his overall personality is diminished and condensed into a more streamlined cognitive structure mainly consisting of self-sustainability and whatever thought was so strong and prevalent at the moment of death it halfway brings them back to carry that out, so while he is concerned with their safety bc it’s michael, to an outsider it looks very much like low empathy/sympathy and a large amount of selfishness compared to still-living humans, and the teens aren’t at all sure if they can trust this zombie-looking guy at all, until they start getting picked off by the mimic of course

I’m taking out the stupid bit with the fan that boy can die in a different way, I know y’all are freshly-traumatized panicked teenagers running solely on carnival food and adrenaline by this point but seriously c’mon man

It would admittedly be very cool (if tragic) to see the mimic copy one of michael’s former tricks he tried to use against it in order to kill one of the teens tbh

At least one death I’m certain will be the result of a catch-22 scenario against the mimic where michael ultimately has to let the kid die despite their friends’ protests, and while he masks it with the only emotion he can really feel by this point michael is noticeably shaken by this behind the anger, the mimic unknowingly harkening back to his brother’s fatal injury

The mimic would get a similar sensation to completing an assigned objective if it knew that legitimately pissed him off

Something something they blame michael something something the remaining gang splits up and one more person dies, either the focus character or more get cornered and michael comes in and saves their asses at the expense of one of his arms getting halfway torn off, though he actually manages to (very briefly) short-circuit the mimic’s sensors and processor by virtue of having neither blood nor bones and remarkably resembling a hollow animatronic costume

His good arm is now practically useless except maybe as a bludgeon perhaps, as he doesn’t want to let the two remaining teens out of his sight but also doesn’t want them to be too freaked out about his current state to trust him anymore as he wraps up any remaining bandages around his shoulder as a temporary fix but at least those who remain now know for certain he’s on their side and does want them out alive and safe

Idk how this will end since the epilogues aren’t finished yet, maybe there’s only one kid left by the end or maybe it’s just michael I’m not sure but at least he will ultimately get revenge for his arm, at the end though I do know there’ll be the return of a certain rather protective animatronic, all new and improved and ready for his revamped Glamrock introduction, as well as some kind of lead-in to my Security Breach rewrite proper (somehow)

#i’ve thought far too much about this actually #unfortunately the executives are dysfunctioning in my brain so this will likely be the only bit of writing you’ll get out of me for now #even though i would very much like to put all this and the rest of the timeline down in a readable and entertaining format #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf fandom #michael afton #the mimic #fnaf mimic #canon timeline #tales from the pizzaplex #tftpp #metaposting #springs moving mechanical jaws

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