#robo writes

[iliektehhaxs]

Johnny on a bulk…lord help me.

You’re always over the moon when Johnny returns from deployment, jumps into your arms and nearly tackles you to the floor with the sheer amount of force. From your face to your body, his hands travel everywhere they can in a bid to re-memorize you.

A lot of things change in his line of work, but it’s always a relief when he finds you haven’t changed.

“Missed ye love,” he says, not giving a damn if he’s currently in the middle of the airport. “Missed ye so fuckin’ much.”

However, your favorite moment is what comes after, when the aches and woes of battle slide off your boyfriend months later and what’s left is a much softer side of Johnny—both literally and figuratively. Not forced to train all day, being able to eat real meals without wondering when the next time he’ll be able to do so, it’s a luxury he’s afforded every time he returns back to your shared home.

Of course he still has his morning run and he still goes to the gym once a week, but the difference between active duty and off-duty is night and day, a difference you revel in as you rest yourself on his soft body.

“Wish you’d stay forever,” you mumble into his chest, pliant in his arms. Johnny laughs at the state of you, completely boneless as you squeeze at the soft fat of his belly.

“Yer only sayin’ that cause I make a good pillow.”

A nod. “Yeah, you do.”

You feel his laughter move through him in waves, hugging you tighter.

#robo writes #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #call of duty #fluff #soap x reader

[robo-drake09]

Working on a banger hc post for all the Brawlers with what kind of merch they'd have. Here's a small snippet so far:

#brawl stars #8bit #amber #ash #barley #brawlstars #brawl stars 8 bit #brawl stars amber #brawl stars ash #brawl stars barley #headcanons #brawl stars hcs #robo writes #if anyone wants to add any maybe reblog and add in the tags 👀 I'll add it to the doc #when I post this I think I'll copy and paste everything into smaller sections #or maybe just have a giant post idk #robo rambles

[robobarbie]

i have a document where i write little drabbles between characters when i’m bored. i liked this excerpt from earlier so u may have it  

------------------------------

You're lonely. 

Hm? 

What happened to you? 

I pushed everyone away. And now I can't bring them back. 

Liar. You can. Try again. 

I pushed everyone away. And now I am afraid it'll never be the same. 

And that trying will only remind me that I ruined perfectly good friendships and can never get them back. 

Yeah. 

What the fuck do you want from me? 

Nothing. I don't want anything from you. 

Then leave me alone. 

You don't mean that. 

I do. 

No you don't. Because then you really won't have anyone.

#robo rambles #robo writes

[valentronic]

Chapter 7! After a very very too long hiatus oops >_>

#robo writes #fnaf #waking the monster #wtm tag

[robog55]

CRISIS! You are trying to write a passage that is the slightest bit angsty but you start crying because of it and cannot stop!!

#robo writes #kind of? it's happening #hurt/comfort but i'm frontloading the hurt and suffering for it #this has already happened multiple times i stop for a bit every time i start crying HJKSLHJDAS

[automatonknight]

id: a photo of a patch drawn in black ink on a white cloth. it shows a simple, humanoid robot playing an electric guitar next to two speakers. the robot is grinning, one of its legs is bent and the other is propped up on one of the speakers. its wearing sunglasses, headphones and black boots end id

#ok i lied. you can have one more patch for my vest..... #art #i think it turned out rlly good for a freehand (i think that's what it's called???) and i got it first try :3 #i was gonna write robo-rock next to it but i got scared i'd fuck it up so i'm leaving it like that :] #this one's a little bit bigger than my gabriel one #hmm its a little empty maybe i'll risk it and add some stars or something...

[soupmanspeaks]

Michael Ao3 author AU walk with me here

"hey guys sorry I havent posted much on the Immortal and the Restless fic, I had to do this one errand my father sent me on, its actually a funny story; my dead sister actually possesed this big robot clown that killed her, and I had to like, put her scattered parts back together again, it was a whole thing, but yeah, her murder AI kind of just took over and she tricked me into being a meat suit, so that kind of sucked, and im actually organless atm, so sorry for slower updates, but it is what it is yk"

And then wayyyy later "heyyyyy what's up superstars, sorry for the long hiatus, my soul got put into a robot bear, but that's all taken care of, so chapter 27 soon :3"

#michael afton #fnaf #michael afton my beautiful pookie #five nights at freddy’s #I have nothing else to add to this au lmao this is a spur of the moment thought i had because it made me laugh in my head lol #uhhhhh idk phhhhhhsss uhhhh cc lizzie and michael bond over IatR and they write fics together yeah that'll do /pos #uhhh they find his fics in their robo ai (man idk 😭) and his banger metaphors and writing is what gets them to stop trying to kill him #glammike #<- for the soul teehee

[kreachvera]

redraw of this panel of Faust House (READ FAUST HOUSE RAAAAHHHHH)

#GROUP KILLING STARTS IN 2 MINUTES #inspiring myself to make a faust house point and click or soemthing #< is that what the name is for liek. typical dating sims? i feel like its something else #THEYRE CALLED VISUAL NOVELS!!! THANK YOU ROBO #NOT PLANNING TO MAKE A DATING SIM TO CLARIFY thats just the format that would work best i think... i dunnoooooouuuuu #but like. aww. a 2010s styled point and click(?)....... thatd be fun .. . . . . . . . . #anyways. read it. jaunty writes all of them SOOOO good . #dr baldhead #crow kuruwaba #guilty gear #faust house

[prince-liest]

first draft is doneeeeee! 9k words, will be longer with edits, can't post it until I finish the previous chapter anyway but I! AM! EXCITED!!!

#personal #hazbin hotel #radiostatic #eroguro #tf do I tag this #robo gore #???? #my writing #writing snippets #vox #alastor #YOU GUYS ARE NOT READY FOR THE OTHER HALF OF THIS COLLAB #*VIBRATES* #that said sometimes I write 666 because there's like significant deeper character exploration to be done #and sometimes I write 666 because I want to see radiostatic get fucked absolutely sideways #this one falls into the latter category WHEEZE

[kobadit]

Rogue City was so good, you guys

#Robocop #Robocop Rogue City #I love the feel of games like this where it's linear but there are optional side quests #along with deviations in conversations/relationships and how to play/spec your character #reminds me of Deus Ex #the devs at Teyon clearly have so much love for the Robo property #it was super fun and the writing had me enthralled #plus it made me rewatch Robocop 1987 which is an absolute banger of a film

[iliektehhaxs]

Johnny with a virgin!gf who goes stiff as a rock when you tell him nervously, barely gathering the nerve to look him in the eye.

Johnny with a virgin!gf who had to force himself to calm down before he changes that right then and there, his hands just itching to grab a hold of you.

Johnny with a virgin!gf who doesn’t stop thinking about you, imagining how you’d respond to him, how you’d sound with his fingers deep in that pretty cunt. You’d be sloppy, he knows it in his heart, the sound of your imaginary wetness making him go just that little bit more stupid.

Johnny with a virgin!gf who strokes himself raw every night with the thought of taking your virginity, your untouched pussy painting his dick white as you beg him for more, let him claim you like no one else has before—like no one else will.

Johnny with a virgin!gf who’s already thinking about how good you’d look plump with his kids the moment you tell him you’re ready to lose your virginity.

#robo writes #call of duty #call of duty smut #John MacTavish #john mactavish x reader #john mactavish smut #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #John soap mactavish smut #soap x reader #soap smut

[robo-drake09]

At the night of the ball, he was, undoubtedly, enchanted.

Context/mini story under the cut:

So, I had this idea thanks to a friend for a Sholt au with the Princess Shelly and Gunslinger Colt Skins. Ima put in point form from here on out-

The notorious Queen Pam held a ball, just one month prior to the seige led by Shelly. This was before she caught wind of any uprising in her kingdom. She held this grand event to boast her treasures.

Princess Shelly, soon planning to attack the Castle, attends the all to scout out the layout. It doesn't hurt to be prepared.

Attending the same ball is a well-known gunslinger, which catches a glance at the princess. He doesn't know who she is, yet he can't help but stare from across the ballroom...

Taking a chance, he walks around and manages to keep up small conversations with her through the night, perhaps sharing a lucky dance.

She, on the other hand, played along and humoured his quick flirts he slides. (Though the gunslinger was quite charming) They pass through the night talking, conveniently walking along the Castle grounds (as she takes mental notes of the area.)

Maybe small conversations will pop up with the Queen's rule...Shelly may say certain things, unsure if he'd pick up on them. She knows he isn't necessarily on the Queen's side, but she won't go admitting her plans to a guy she just met tonight.

By the end of the night, Shelly leaves before she draws any more attention to herself. They bid farewell, with perhaps a playful wink. Who knows if the gunslinger will ever see her again.

Little did he expect to see into her again on wanted posters after raiding the Queen's Castle.

Tbh I have no idea how this would work or if it's even canon to like the whole story that was released in season 7? I think it's more of an AU but I may tweak it to fit the "canon" story. 🤷‍♀️

I do love sholt so much, it's great to draw them again 💜❤️

#brawl stars #my art #extra under the cut #shelly #colt #sholt #shelly x colt #shelly brawl stars #colt brawl stars #brawlstars #fanart #brawlart #robo writes #kinda! #bs #princess shelly #gunslinger colt #okay that's all the tags - goodnight tri state area #colt x shelly

[wutwutno1]

Read screenshot and tags before reading.

You have been warned.

Everything hurt.

Doll slowly trudged forward. Every part of her body ached and throbbed, but she had to keep going, less that... thing caught her again.

The doll pressed her hand firmly against her open abdomen, trying to keep her internal components and oil inside. Her breathing was rough and raspy. Doll continued to march forward. Maybe Uzi N and V would take pity on her and help. . .

Doll walked into an enormous cathedral. To her right was a massive flesh pit to Robo-god knows where. Doll walked between the pews and saw… Uzi! 

Uzi was right there! She just had to reach her, but her body was failing fast. Warnings and alerts pinged her vision. 

Warning! Low oil pressure!

Warning! Components missing!

Warning! Compartment breach! 

Warning! Shut-down imminent!

Shut Down: 3. . .

Wait! No!

2. . .

Uzi’s right there!

1. . .

Hurry!

Doll’s vision went dark. The last thing she saw was her vision turning sideways as she fell to the floor, still focused on Uzi. 

. . .

Doll woke up what felt like days later. Her head hurt and she felt… different. . .

She opened her eyes, or rather eye. Doll looked up to see the inside of her ribcage. Her eye widened and she tried to move.

Doll felt like she had three limbs, but they were all stuck on something. She tugged at them with all her might. She could hear Uzi’s voice, and someone else’s. Was it N’s? She couldn’t tell. Her mind was too focused on getting free. 

Doll looked up as she felt a shadow cover her, and her eye widened in fear.

It was that thing that attacked her earlier. Doll’s eye hollowed as she realized it was the first solver host Lizzy texted her about during one of V’s rants with her. It was Cyn, wearing the skin of a girl she couldn’t recognize. Was that the real Tessa? 

Cyn dropped down to its knees. Its face drew close. Doll wanted to scream, but nothing came out. Doll watched on in horror as Cyn opened its mouth and grabbed the top of Doll’s new form with it. She felt it tug hard and rip her from her corpse. 

Doll felt her limbs were free, but not knowing how to move them could only watch as Cyn swallowed her whole, slurping her limbs like spaghetti.

Doll felt sick. The soft robotic flesh slowly pulling her down was disorienting. She audibly groaned. The first sound she figured out how to make, and was disgusted at being swallowed. Normally, she enjoyed being swallowed. She spent her fair share inside Lizzy and Rebecca. She recently spent some time in J. She even spent time in N! But this was different. It felt as if the flesh of whoever was killed for Cyn's flesh suit had completely fused with the drone. 

Doll slid into Cyn’s stomach. She was covered in slimy oil and groaned again. Doll wiggled her new tentacle legs around, trying to elicit a response and figure out how to use them, but got no reaction. However, she figured out how they worked, and didn’t like it. 

Doll sighed and looked around. It looked like every other drone’s stomach, however she noticed there was flesh mixed in as well. It was gross. Doll could hear the normal squelches, groans, and gurgles, but they sounded different. They sounded real.

“So the flesh runs deep,” Doll thought, “Great.”

Doll sat for robo-god knows how long before she heard something. A voice in the void. It sounded like Cyn’s voice when she was disguised as “Tessa,” but younger? 

“So it got you too, huh?” 

The voice echoed around Doll. Overpowering the sounds of the stomach. Doll glanced around frantically, trying to find the source, but couldn’t see anything. 

“Кто ты? Покажи себя!” (Who are you? Show yourself!) Doll shouted at the voice.

The voice giggled and a glowing projection appeared before Doll, only instead of a pale blue tint, it was pure white. The space got cold and Doll shivered. 

It looked like the girl whose skin Cyn was wearing, only she looked more alive. She had real eyes and her proportions were normal instead of stretched. She looked at Doll with a warm smile.

“I’m Tessa! The real Tessa.”

“T-Tessa? Что? Как?” (What? How?) 

Doll was confused. Tessa could see that and huddled up next to Doll.

“I’m a ghost! Or something. I don’t know. I think I’m still alive, just fused with Cyn. She’s in control, of course. So I kinda just hang around!”

Doll was weirded out. She is the human? And she’s a ghost? This whole situation is weird.

“Как ты можешь меня понять? А вы знаете русский язык?” (How can you understand me? Do you know Russian?)

Tessa laughed and smiled.

“No, but since I’m merged with Cyn I have that auto-translate feature all drones have. So when you say something I hear it in English! Just like how you hear me in Russian!”

Doll rolled her eye. This situation just kept getting weirder and weirder.

“Это отстой.” (This Sucks.) 

“Tell me about it. Well, we have nothing but time here. Do you want to talk or something?” Doll sighed. There’s really not much else she could do inside this half-human, half-drone stomach. Doll pulls up a program from her system, one she had installed a long time ago and one she used in every stomach she’s ever been in. The program Doll’s mother had passed onto Doll from her days at Cabin Fever Labs; Tetris.

Doll settled into a corner of the stomach, the organ releasing a small squelch as she did. Doll read her previous high score, 9.1795851e+21. Only 23 times smaller than Yeva’s high score of 2.1113046e+23. However, in fairness to Doll, this is the first time she’s ever been forcefully stuck somewhere for an extended length of time. 

Tessa noticed Doll wasn’t responding to her, so she looked over to see Doll with a 1000-yard stare and a small Tetris logo in the corner of her round eye visor. 

“I can see you’re playing Tetris, uh. . . I never got your name.”

“Doll.”

“Doll. I can see you’re playing Tetris. Can I watch?” 

Doll rolled her eye. She was a little annoyed by Tessa’s presence, but she could at least indulge her for a bit. It would be nice to actually have someone to talk to for the first time since… prom? That was too long ago. After that, she had only ever interacted with the fake Tessa and J, but only on business and only briefly.

Doll switched her game from private to public, replacing her eye with the game she was playing. Tessa sat on her knees in the stomach, phasing through just a bit with her ghostly status to get a better angle. Tessa watched in amazement as Doll racked up a higher and higher score within seconds. Tessa could barely process the speed at which Doll played, but she kept watching. This is the first real interesting thing she could watch that wasn’t violent or disturbing. 

“Wow, Doll. You’re really good at this!” 

Doll was stunned, although her visor didn’t show it. It had been a while since anyone had complimented her on anything, and the last person to do so had chosen her parent’s killer over her. 

“Я. . . Спасибо. . .” (I. . . Thank you. . .)

And so they sat. Tessa watching as Doll played Tetris for hours. Doll’s score grew larger and larger as time went on until she eventually went too fast for her system, ending up with a score of 1.0556523e+22, 20 times less than Yeva’s high score. An improvement.

Doll sighed and looked around. Everything looked the same, but it was nice to look away from a game to get your head straight. Tessa still sat in front of Doll, not looking any more tired than when Doll first started. 

“Ты не устал?” (Aren’t you tired?) 

“Nah. I’m a ghost thing! I don’t need sleep, or get tired, or anything! I do sleep in here though, just to break up my day, week, whatever.”

Doll thought about it for a second. It made sense. Tessa wasn’t alive in the traditional way, so why expect her to have the same needs? However, that did make her curious.

“Если ты призрак, можешь ли ты владеть вещами? Как я?” (If you’re a ghost, can you possess stuff? Like me?”

Tessa looked up in thought. 

“I never really thought about that. Then again, I never had the chance to try. Would you mind?” Tessa gestured to Doll, and Doll shrugged her tentacles.

“Мне интересно узнать, сможешь ли ты. Ты можешь попытаться овладеть мной.” (I'm curious to find out if you can. You may try and possess me.)

Tessa floated to Doll like the ghost she was. Tessa took a deep breath and flew into Doll. Doll began to feel cold and like there was another person in her head. Doll’s visor color changed from red to pink, a mix of Doll’s red and Tessa’s white. She tried to move her limbs, but couldn’t. It’s like she was—

“No way!”

Doll watched her limbs move like a human checking their hands. 

“It worked, Doll!”

“Ты овладел мной?” (You possessed me?)

“I possessed you!”

Tessa moved Doll’s limbs around, feeling around the belly of Cyn. 

“Это круто, но можешь ли ты—” (That’s cool, but can you—)

“This is so cool! This feels so weird! It’s been a while since I’ve felt anything! I love it!”

While Tessa was as happy as a kid on Christmas, Doll watched on silently. It annoyed her to have her body used like this, but at least this possessor wasn't trying to end life as we know it. 

“Doll, I wonder if I can... Yes!”

Tessa pulled up Tetris on Doll’s system. Doll watched in surprise and intrigue as Tessa began playing. It only took Tessa a few minutes to lose with a score of only a few thousand, but she was excited.

“That was so much fun! I can’t believe I can— Oops! S-sorry, Doll. I didn’t mean to take so long…”

Tessa quickly unpossessed Doll, which was surprisingly easy to her. Doll’s eye returned to red. Doll sighed and moved her limbs to make sure she was in control. Doll turned to look at Tessa, who had an apologetic expression on her face.

“Sorry again for—”

“Все в порядке.” (It’s fine.)

“But—”

“Его. Отлично.” (It’s. Fine.)

“Okay.”

“Хотите сыграть еще раз?” (Want to play again?)

Tessa’s eyes lit up and she enthusiastically nodded her head yes and quickly repossessed Doll.

Doll and Tessa would go on to take turns playing until Doll was eventually rescued from Cyn’s stomach by N and Uzi. Doll would allow Tessa to possess her right before her rescue, freeing Tessa from Cyn and allowing her to live among the drones as a free spirit, able to roam where she pleased. 

Exactly one year after Cyn’s defeat and the rescue of Doll and Tessa, Tessa would be presented with a worker drone body by Doll for her to have as a permanent body. When Tessa possessed her new body, she found a small 1.3 gigabyte file in a folder named, “For Tessa, From Doll.” The file name read,

Tetris.exe

#murder drones #murder noms #murder drones doll #murder drones tessa #murder drones cyn #sfw vore #vore writing #g/t vore #possession #ghost #tetris #tw vore #soft vore #safe vore #fused together #robo-gore #death and resurrection #murder drones creature

[valentronic]

Waking the monster

Chapter 3 - "Out come the knives"

In which Will and Mike both discover something unnerving.. and Henry remains in the dark.

Fredbear’s Family Diner. The place where it all fell apart. How could a place so lively hold such tragedy?

William Afton walked through the closed off diner, past the tables with festive tablecloths, past the bloodstains on the stage that wouldn’t come out no matter how hard he scrubbed it. He remembered when this place was alive, children running around happily, gazing up at Bonnie and Fredbear with wonder in their tiny eyes. That all seemed like decades ago now, even if it had only been months. 

This used to be a place of joy. 

What was it now?

He walked through the door to the back rooms, the happy, cheery atmosphere falling way to the dark corridors, the buzz of fluorescent lights overhead. It was almost like walking between worlds. The bright outer shell of an animatronic, and the cruel machinery underneath. 

Will was absently scratching at the scars on his neck, despite being told not to. It itched horribly, even with the stitches removed. He ignored the way the scabs burst. He ignored the sticky blackness staining the collar of his shirt. It didn’t matter. 

He opened the door to the workshop. 

Something wasn’t right. 

Fredbear was gone.

“Why…”  It was an overwhelming feeling of dread. Dread and nothing more. He really was gone this time, wasn’t he. 

Henry had been here last. 

Of course, of course he wouldn’t be content to take him away once, but again, right after Will finally had him back. It was like a taunt, wasn’t it? Dangle hope in front of his face, only to rip it away before he can reach out and take it. 

His fingernails dug into the flesh of his arms, tearing away at the scabbed over scarring, but it just didn’t matter. 

He’s gone. 

“At least you’re still here buddy, isn’t that right?” Will picked up the head of his springlock suit, surprised to find that Henry had cleaned most of the blood from the internal machinery, even if the yellow fur was stained red around the seams. 

“How cruel, he took your partner away from you, didn’t he? I'm so sorry, Bonnie. We’re gonna make this right, aren’t we?” He lightly moved the head up and down, so it looked as if the animatronic was nodding. 

“That’s what I thought!” 

—

“Hey da-” Micheal paused in the doorway to the kitchen, frozen in place at the sight of the golden head on his father’s shoulders, long rabbit ears sticking up in the air. “...d..?”

“Hmm?” Will turned around to look at him, holding a kitchen knife in his hand, the ears flopped along with his movements, but Micheal could see familiar silver eyes through the mask. 

“...What are you… doing..?”

“Just making Lizzie a sandwich, do you want one?” Sure enough, he had all the proper sandwich ingredients laid out, the sandwich cut neatly into triangles, just how Elizabeth liked it. 

“N-no, I’m good.” Mike quickly turned away, walking back to his room. 

“Alright then, have fun fending for yourself.” He laughed. 

Mike looked back over his shoulder at the laughing rabbit, resolving not to let this one slide. “So… What’s with the bunny mask..?”

“What was that?” He tilts his head, finally putting the knife down on the counter. 

“..Nothing.” 

—

“So! What do you think?” 

“I like the ideas you have here, with the new bandmates, but maybe we should change the colors, instead of them all being gold?” Henry looked over the designs Will had drawn out, pleased with what was there. The chicken and fox would be great additions to the band. 

At least he hadn’t tried to use springlock suits again. 

“Hmm.. You’re right! Oooh, we could make Bonnie purple!” 

“Purple? Why purple?” 

“Well it’s my favorite color, obviously.” Will laughed. 

“Fair enough. Freddy could be a brown bear, and Chica could have yellow feathers…” 

He nods. “And then Foxy could be red, it’s Micheal’s favorite color.” 

“Perfect.” Henry smiles, it felt like forever since he got to actually make something with Will. He missed it. 

“Now we just have to put them together- and I could see us reopening in just another year! New and improved!” Will was smiling, in a genuine way this time, Henry hadn’t seen that smile since before…

“Hey, Will, here’s a bit of an odd request-” 

“Hmm?” 

Henry took a photograph out of his pocket, showing it to Will. It was a picture of Charlie, holding in her arms a small stuffed toy, like a Raggedy Ann doll painted to resemble a mime. “It’d mean a lot to her if we could maybe create something that looked like that doll. I’m not sure if it's even possible, but I want to try.” 

William thought to himself for a moment, considering how to make an animatronic with such a thin frame, and on a more humanoid base, too.. “What if it was suspended from the ceiling by wires attached to its limbs, like a marionette?” 

“That might just work..” 

“No way to tell but to test it, right?” 

“Right.” He looked up at Will with a smile, though his face fell at the sight of the grisly scars around his neck. “...How are you feeling?” 

“Hmm? Oh-” Will adjusted the collar of his shirt slightly, trying to hide the circular scars, but it didn’t quite work. Why were there ink stains on his collar? “I’m fine, it’s just a bit itchy, doesn’t even hurt anymore!” That, of course, was a lie. 

It finally clicked for Henry why the other man was wearing his work gloves the whole time. “At least you didn’t lose any motor function in your hands, these sketches are just as good as they’ve always been.” 

“Why thank you-!” He took out another sheet of paper, and started sketching ideas for the new animatronic. “What should we name it?”

“Puppet, that’s what Charlie calls it.”

Will wrote ‘Puppet’ over the sketch in cursive. “Done.” 

“She’ll love it. Thank you, Will.” 

“Of course, you still gotta help me build the thing!” 

“Hah, I will, don’t worry.” 

— 

“I think something’s wrong with dad.” 

“What do you mean? Is he sick?” Elizabeth looked up at him with wide eyes, the green such a contrast to Micheal and William’s gray eyes. Everyone knew she wasn’t blood related, they didn’t have to ask. 

“You mean you haven’t noticed?? He’s been acting super weird, like, weirder than usual, didn’t you see that mask?” 

“What mask?” 

“You- you haven’t seen it? 

“Didn’t you always wear a mask around too?” 

“Well yeah but- this is different! Mine’s just plastic- that one’s like, a whole animatronic’s head!”

“Oh, like one of those springy suits!” 

“A what?” 

“It’s like an animal-tronic but you can wear it like a costume!” 

“Springlocks. It’s springlocks.” Mike’s face goes a little pale, thinking back to what Henry said. Springlock failure, that’s what put his dad in the hospital, that’s what that bunny is. Springlocks. The damn thing’s a deathtrap and he’s wearing it around like it’s nothing. 

Maybe he really has gone mental. 

“Springlocks! That’s what it was! Daddy says Bonnie and Fredbear are both springlock suits!”

Mike shuddered. Fredbear. He didn’t want to think about that giant yellow bear ever again. Hopefully dad destroyed the damned thing, ripped it to shreds, burnt it to the ground, whatever it took. 

“I hope they never reopen. I’d be happy if I never had to see another damned robot!” 

“That’s not very nice!” 

“I don’t care.” He stuck out his tongue. 

“Mikey, you’re not very nice.” 

“I know.” 

—

Henry Emily was performing on stage again, behind the guise of a golden bear, singing a familiar song, all with William Afton- no- Bonnie at his side, playing the guitar. The children in the audience cheered, their bright eyes focused on the two of them. 

He could hear the locks snap open, one by one, methodical clinks as the gears unwound into his flesh. 

The children all froze, staring at the blood seeping out of Fredbear’s fur. 

Henry screamed out, but it was already much too late, he knew it was, but why wasn’t Will doing anything? 

“H-help…” It was getting hard to speak, hard to even keep screaming, the springs choked his throat. 

William was laughing, the ears on his matching mask bobbing up and down with the motion. 

Children screamed in the audience, some running away, others just staring up, in a state of shock. 

Henry felt a hand on his arm, a small one, like that of a child. 

“Daddy?” 

“C..Char..lie..?”

“Wake up!” 

Henry slowly opened his eyes, before jolting awake suddenly, relieved to find himself back in his bed, and not torn to ribbons inside a springlock suit. 

“Were you having nightmares again?” Charlie was looking up at him in the dark, holding onto his arm with one hand, and her puppet doll with the other. 

“..I was, but I’m okay now. Thanks for waking me up.” 

She shoves the doll into his arms, trying to get him to take it. “Puppet will keep all the scary dreams away.” 

He laughs softly, handing it back to her. “I’ll be okay, you need him more than I do.” 

“Okay… But next time you’re having bad dreams, promise you’ll take him!” 

“I promise.” 

#robo writes #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #william afton #henry emily #charlie emily #micheal afton #elizabeth afton #spring bonnie #golden freddy #fnaf puppet #sorta #welp things are starting to get a little weird here and i've committed to making it even weirder #waking the monster #hoping to start actually making some art for this series but it hasn't happened yet unfortunately

[azul-marie]

ramattra. (innamorare)

fem. omnic reader

no matter the days he’s spent with you, never will he tire of your beauty.

he runs a careful hand over the curves of metal, dips of steel and lining of cables that make you you. he does not see the manufacturing number assigned to you on your lower flank. he pays no attention to the designation given you by fleshly humans, who named you senseless letters and numbers to serve, to obey.

you are more than a number; none are capable of counting your worth. you are perfection, the only redemption your human creators could possibly hope to have. you have made yourself by way of your spirit, indeed, a dolce soul.

“my love.” he calls you, leaning down to press his face to yours. cold, unflinching metal scrapes together, but it is the warmth you bring to his chest the only sensation he feels. “my soul, my life.”

your laugh, resonance with a buzzing timbre sweet, sounds between his throat when you nuzzle closer against him. “i am well aware,” you tease, your fondness never lost on him. “you remind me so often, so gently for a mighty omnic.”

he forgets how easily he overtakes your slimmer, feminine build. how large his hands, his arms embrace and enfold you when the two of you lay alone in his chambers. how your face fits squarely clasped between his palms, they which pull you in close to kiss about your features, each a sudden spark igniting soft laughs and even softer touches.

rays of dawn’s light fall in through a crack of his curtained window, reflecting off your entangled bodies. specks of light are thrown about the room, like freckling stars across the twilight sky.

“i fail to be mighty in your presence.” he admits, a rumbling whisper. “for you bring me such joy none could ever replicate, a kind no other being has experienced before.”

“surely you jest.” you whisper back, modest as always. but he feels the way your exhausts heat up in an omnic’s way of bashful expression, his words flattering deep within the wires. it makes him chuckle, pulling you snug into his lap.

“never, soul. when i rest, i hear your voice call to me, how spring begets blossoms. when i wake, it is as if the iris itself has renewed my vigor, so strongly you sing to me in my dreams. it is no jest, and do not doubt; you are everything.”

his chest fills with the echoes of your delighted laughter, a pleasant balm in the form of sound. he holds you closer still, wishing only briefly to know what it feels like to touch, really touch, every lovely inch of you, wonderfully made as you are.

but the thought leaves quickly like it came. he has no need for skin, for flesh, for fingertips. there’s nothing, no thread of hair, no scent or smell, no sigh of breath or press of lips he needs to love you true. he is content with the cold, the sharp and edge of metallic bodies, the exposed balljoints of limbs and alloys that form these shells you occupy.

anubis be damned. he was not created only to serve, obey, to wage war on flesh and bones.

no. ramattra was made to love you and you alone, to be an interweaving of wires and light ever seeking your devotion, your benevolence. all this and more shall he follow with loyalty closer to worship, from past to now to future until the day humanity sees you for what you truly are — a goddess of steel, the muse of his soul, the love of his finite life.

#ramattra #ramattra x reader #overwatch 2 x reader #overwatch imagines #overwatch 2 imagines #overwatch 2 #ow2 #this was so fun to write!!! love me some robo romance #i hope it’s not obvious i don’t know how to describe omnics LMAO #i did my best 😔🫰🏼 #also the kissing was inspired by wall-e and eve’s little sparking kisses!! thought it was soooo sweet #ramattra brainrot @ 2am. Real

[laurzzz]

Boy oh boy I wonder if I will get to finishing this unlike that one oneshot I just gave up on LMAO

#robo-boyfriends au #laurswrites #wip #im giving no context #all im saying is that. i woke up with angst plotted down in my notes app this morning #and i wanted to try giving writing a shot again before i get up and start reviewing for another exam 👍