#yandere five nights at freddys
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Hello! Can I request Glamrock Freddy yandere alphabet :>
Sure I can! Sorry for the long wait, I've been working my hardest, I swear!
Yandere Alphabet - Glamrock Freddy
Pairing: Platonic/Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Clingy behavior, Stalking, Overprotective behavior, Delusional behavior, Babying, Kidnapping, Violence, Manipulation, Dubious companionship.
Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
Freddy is very friendly, honest, and protective. He cares deeply for his obsession. He can actually be overbearing when it comes to affection. He'd accidentally smother you with his affection, always wanting to protect you and see you smile.
He adores hugs and nuzzling into you, even if he is a robot. Freddy seems like he'd come off as intense but not mean to. He just gets so excited about you.
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
Freddy usually likes to solve things in a non-violent way. He tries to stay away from excessive violence... but if you were really in danger? Well, he'll break such a rule for you.
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
Freddy would treat you really well. He keeps you from harm and tends to your every need. Regardless of intentions, he acts very paternal.
Food, comfort, any sort of affection... all taken care of.
He would never mock you.
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
He tries not to. He doesn't like forcing you.
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
A lot, actually. Freddy is very open with how much he cares about you. Sometimes he's vulnerable, but he likes to be strong for you.
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
Disappointed and confused. He's delusional and doesn't quite understand why his darling is fighting him.
After all... isn't he protecting you?
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
No and he hates it. You could get hurt!
Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
For the most part, Freddy is really tame. The worst experience is probably him kidnapping you and not listening to you due to his delusions.
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
However, if you want to bring the Afton Virus into this... any violent action involving that would work.
Honestly, seeing him snap and hurt someone is rare, but could happen too.
He isn't quite sure. What he wants to do is follow you, make sure you're well taken care of, and defend you like a guardian should.
It's part of his programming.
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
I imagine Freddy does get jealous, but he either hides it or inserts himself into your conversations. He loves to be included.
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
Obsessive, Overprotective, Anxious, Clingy, Manipulative, Smothering, Caring.
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
I imagine you're either a STAFF member or a guest he manages to lock on to. Afterwards he follows his little obsession curiously. As you can imagine... it gets progressively worse... and one day, by the end of closing time, you're locked in his room.
Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
Not really, he isn't good at masking.
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
Freddy probably punishes you like a child due to his programming. Like... literal timeouts in his room. He doesn't want to do anything too intense.
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
Under his care? Probably most of them. Even if he doesn't mean them.
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
Very patient. He has to be due to what he does.
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
He probably would if his memory was wiped... other than that, no, he probably would not move on.
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
A little and maybe.
It would take a lot of convincing.
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
Most likely a glitch in his programming or maybe the Afton Virus?
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
He hates seeing you upset and would do whatever he can to comfort you. After all... what kind of companion would he be if he didn't?
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
SKIPPED
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
Playing along with it until you can find help most likely.
Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
Not intentionally.
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
Not really a worship yandere but would do anything to keep you by his side. He wants to see you happy and safe.
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
If you're STAFF, if could be weeks or months. A customer? Perhaps within the day, depending on how attached he is.
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
Not intentionally.
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summary :: mike schmidt did not realize the weight of his mistake before it was too late. when he had first met you, his baby sister's beloved teacher, he couldn't imagine ever leaving you. with his aunt's demands to see her niece, however, he had no choice. now, a year later and two states over, everyday is spent suffocating on misery and memories. mike does not know how much more of this he can endure before he breaks.
word count :: 9.2k.
content warnings :: obsessive!mike, yandere!mike, fnaf movie spoilers, drugging, kidnapping, violence, stalking, & insinuations of s3x.
mike schmidt's yandere traits are . . .
obsessive, paranoid, & nervous
──── Everything is hazy.
Fuzzy. Blurry. Serenity in its sheerest form. The absolute definition of tranquility.
That April morning in Nebraska. The scent of sugar and crayons, the sounds of children playing outside, the scattered toys left on rainbow carpets. You're sat at the desk in your classroom. Warm light bleeding through the window behind you, framing you with flowering leaves and sunshine.
Across the room, Abby Schmidt sits on the floor. Her small fingers tap the glass enclosure where the class pet is. Mr. Cupcake, your iguana. Or, as you like to refer to him, your teaching assistant. His claws plunge into his food dish, copper-colored eyes scrutinizing his surroundings. Abby watches as the reptile chows on the fruit and foliage left for breakfast.
Sitting in the chair opposite your desk is Mike Schmidt. Sweat beads on his forehead, ineluctably distressed beneath your gaze. The suit he wore for this occasion juts uncomfortably into his skin. His fingers fidget with the trim of his tie. He looks at the woven basket of exotic butters sitting on your desk, wondering why he had gotten you such an aimless gift.
Mike is quiet, as usual. Austere, his permanent disposition. Despite his tireless efforts to express his thoughts to you, the words remain nestled in his throat. Conjuring any syllable in your presence is impossible.
You, however, do not have any wavering confidence. You reiterate the legal documents obligatory for Abby's complete transition to a new school. Noting how all necessities are now in your possession (albeit languidly, as Mike has been painfully trying to buy more time here), the relocation was complete. The obvious insinuation of your words, however, brings crippling dread like no other.
The last time you would ever see one another. Your goodbye.
Standing to your feet, you make your way to Abby and bend down beside her. You will miss your star student, as you have a soft spot for all the children in your classroom. In the process, you do not take notice of the way Mike instinctively reaches out to you. He's sure your touch would kill him, but it does not stop him from wishing for it. Even just a sliver of the precious rarity.
"I think Mr. Cupcake is going to miss you." Abby looks at you with wide, curious eyes.
"Don't tell the others, but you're definitely his favorite." That earns you a smile before she averts her attention back to the iguana.
When you stand, you find Mike breathing down your neck. Horrifically, as this memory still haunts him, he thought it'd be a good idea to hug you. And he practically throws his entire body weight on top of you. When you reject him by placing your hand on his chest, offering a handshake instead, fire spreads with your touch. Knowing he will never know what it feels like to hold you close to him is more excruciating than he is willing to admit.
Abby skips out of the classroom, an adorable pep in her step. At the same time, every step Mike takes from you feels like walking through an avalanche. Dragging him backward, begging to return to you. Almost as if it were his instinct, his body is trying to reject his advances of leaving you.
"Why do you always look at them like that? Like... Like they're a dinosaur or something?"
Abby's question causes Mike's brows to furrow. His feelings for you were certainly discernible. Even his young sister had taken notice of the odd behavior. Had he made it that obvious? He answers her with a weak, affirmative grunt. Too emotionally fatigued to find words to speak.
A sudden flare of biliousness deluges through his body. The hallway walls adorned with children's paintings have morphed into a colorful blur of vertigo. The floors disturbingly stretch in size, making the journey away from you all the more torturous. The suit he had tried to wear confidently sticks to his hot skin. Nausea squirms in his stomach like a dying cockroach. The room begins to spin, lights sway in his vision, and his knees fight for balance.
Mike hears his sister shriek his name before he falls to the ground.
One year later, Mike wakes from this same dream, once again.
Every night of this past year, he has dreamt the same thing. Your final goodbye and the sheer impact it took on him. It is a gut-wrenching memory, but he welcomes the echo of you with open arms. To feel your hand on his chest, see your eyes looking into his. This yearning heartache is the only thing keeping him alive.
For the umpteenth time, Mike faces the harsh, violent reality of his current life. Now, he is somewhere in Utah. Praying straight to God he'll somehow wake up back in Nebraska. Where he could see you again, where he could be happy again.
Tearing the headphones of his Walkman off, the song he had played on repeat comes to an end. He rubs his sleepy eyes. With newfound clarity, Mike shifts his gaze upwards. Taped to the ceiling is a drawing Abby drew. It's of you and him beneath a flowery altar, Mr. Cupcake as your marriage officiant. The picture aids him in his efforts to feel closer to you.
Mike doesn't even know how he survived seeing the drawing for the first time. Someone else validating his feelings for you and the realness of your nonexistent relationship was too much for him to handle. Even if it is a child doing so through a frivolous drawing.
When Mike shuffles over to place his Walkman on the bedside table, he skims over the assortment of clutter left there. Several bottles of sleeping medication had been indolently thrown onto the surface. The pills help his dreams feel more real, as though he were at your side once again.
A glance over, Mike's heart wrenches at the sight of the picture frame. Beside the mess of pills is a photograph of you he had torn from Abby's yearbook. As if you were watching over him while he slept, reaching out to him in the presence of his dreams. It's a comforting thought of his, to imagine you watching over him. Like his personal guardian angel.
Surely, he would prefer to have you physically with him, instead of just relying on these fantasies to hold him over. His stomach flutters at the mere idea of you being in his bed with him. Mike feels empty without your warm weight beside him.
Laying against his chest, huddling up to him for an early-morning cuddle before the day starts. He would ensnare his blanket around your still-sleeping form. He'd press ardent kisses to the top of your head and inhale the aromatic scent of your signature soap. Massaging his hands across your back. Caressing the balmy flesh of your body. It is the physical manifestation of nirvana brought directly into his palms.
Mike shakes the thoughts out as quickly as they come. So cheesy... What on Earth is he doing?
Although he has tossed around the idea of giving in and leaving Abby in their aunt's care, what kind of man would you think him as if he abandoned his family? And if he were to take Abby back to Nebraska, Social Services would surely hunt him down. The mere idea of being locked behind a prison cell is terrifying, but the prospect of never seeing you again provokes terror like no other.
Mike's head pounds as these thoughts haunt him. Reveries of brighter days in your presence, trepidation of being separate from you forever — this is how every morning usually begins. His dreams nestled in a nightmare. The chaos in his head brings him to where this story had begun altogether.
February. Two months before the last time he would ever see you.
Jane had demanded Abby live with her in Utah, threatening legal action in the process. Mike had no other choice but to succumb to her orders. It had begun as a minor inconvenience, considering his life in Nebraska was futile to begin with. However, it would soon become the worst decision he has ever made. He knows he should have fought harder, but Mike hadn't met you until after he verified their relocation. It wasn't until he had stepped foot into your classroom for the very first time had he realized the weight of his mistake.
With the start of his shift at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza approaching, he struggled to bring these rampant thoughts to rest. Resentfully, Mike rises from his bed. The sun has begun to set and his unsatisfactory power nap has come to an end. He trudges over to the foot of his bed and begins his usual set of push-ups. Triggering adrenaline through his body is essential to his daily routine. It helps ease his brain from all the chaos. An area he is in dire need of assistance.
For a moment, his thoughts are blank. It is such an oddity, that Mike is left stunned. Having a silent mind is a privilege that is unknown to him.
And just when he thought he had found coherence, the memory of you comes sprinting at him from the shadows. Mere seconds of emptiness pass before thoughts of you invade his mind.
A week after your final goodbye.
His disposition has suffered from a harsh descent since then. Mike is now irritable and aggressive to anyone who even faintly nudges his buttons. Snapping like a feral dog. Rough like a calloused hand.
Acknowledging weakness has never been his strong suit, but Mike is not a fool when it comes to how he feels around you. The overwhelming nerves stirred together with unwavering devotion make for a sugary-sweet, poisonous concoction. Something he could get drunk off for years to come.
Although his mind is stained in consideration, he cannot storm through the school doors and take you with him to Utah. Merely standing in your presence is enough to make him stop breathing. Contriving an abduction, one that includes you, no less, would fail miserably. And as he stated before, the prospect of being stuck behind bars and never seeing you again provokes terror like no other.
So, he gives in. He resentfully gives in to what his Aunt Jane wants and goes about his life.
There was only two more weeks before he'd leave his job as security at the mall forever. Mike meanders through the large expanse, actively averting his gaze from all the happy couples. Hands held together, eyes brimming with adoration, feeding each other ice cream. It never fails to make him bitter, which he prefers to assume it is because of how sappy the sight is.
He wonders what flavor of ice cream is your favorite, the look in your eye as he feeds you a spoonful. What kind of sweet words you'd give him and the way you'd blush when he drowns you in adoration. Within the safety of his mind, he has molded himself into the man of your dreams. You will just have to look past all the sweat and nerves to find him.
A flicker of movement captures his attention. Something strangely familiar in his peripheral. When he turns, his breath gets caught in his chest.
His wide eyes stare at you. Standing alone across the mall.
All Mike can do is gawk. Like a newly-born fawn, staring goggle-eyed and weak-kneed as he takes in the sight of the world for the very first time. A gasp of your name parts from his lips. He sways in his stance like a boat on the sea, his body melts like snow beneath the sunlight. Stood still in place, he feels that familiar sense of light-headedness return. He embraces the dizziness as a comfort, this time around.
Mike could almost laugh at this. At the same time, he could cry his heart out.
Of course, your roads would intersect. Of course, you would find each other in the end. Even when he had fully accepted he would never see you again, you return to him. Like a cloud of happier days, here to hide the torment for all.
And then, he's interrupted.
Walking uninvited into the scene is a stranger. A man approaches you, daring to drape his arm around your shoulder. Mike's eye twitches as he watches. The stranger then plants a kiss on your cheek, something Mike has wished to do since the first time he stepped foot in your classroom. With this man's hands all over you, the two of you begin to walk away.
The word "heartbroken" was something Mike had never felt before. It was something he never understood. He only heard of the word through brainless movies, where he swore he'd never let himself fall apart like the dumb characters do. At this moment, however, that term is stamped all over him in thick ink. A vivid exhibition of all the good and bad you have done to him.
Without another thought, Mike takes a step. Then another. Before he is breaking into a full sprint toward the love of his life and the parasite latched onto them. It's as if a puppeteer was controlling him, grasping hold of his spine and snatching a fistful of nerves. He shoves past any shoppers in his way, a few losing balance and falling to the floor. His speed accelerates with every hastening step, growing closer and closer.
The stranger looks over his shoulder a second too late before he is tackled. The two fall into an adjacent fountain with a loud clamor. Mike's fist clenches, before it surges down into his face. Then, he does it again and again and again.
Again. Again. Again.
And again.
Grunting like an animal, Mike can't stop himself.
Fuck you. Fuck you.
Fuck you.
Don't you ever fucking touch them.
It is blinding, how enraged he is. In a mess of blood and water. The mere thought of someone laying a finger on you boils red-hot rage like he has never felt before.
Someone ensnares their arms around him and drags him away from the mess he created. When the splashing water eases down to calm ripples, he finally looks over to you to ensure your safety and- who is that? A different person is standing there, utter horror plastered on their face as they watch the scene play out.
They have the same height, the same clothes, almost the same everything. But, now that Mike is able to scrutinize who he thought to be you, he realizes he was completely wrong. He had only formed a desperate personification of you from memory. What has he done?
The dread is soul-crushing as the weight of his mistake crushes him. Other bystanders watch in shock. Mike's fists are bruised red, his clothes are wet and stained with blood. What on Earth was he thinking!? All he ever wanted was to protect you! To protect you from men like that!
Mike's vision doubles and his body shivers. All he ever wanted was to protect you. The only thing he can think about is you and the sheer devastation you have rained down into his life.
This memory playing through his head is abruptly cut short. Mike is then forcefully shoved back into reality when his hand slips during his set of push-ups. He falls face-first into the carpet, grumbling from the harsh contact.
It is a vile memory to have, as it is the reason he lost his job at the mall and truly eradicated any chance of staying in Nebraska. However, it showed him how irrevocably devoted he is to you. How the feelings he has for you are completely and utterly real. Someone like him, who prides himself in being aloof and controlled, was capable of causing such calamity. All for your safety.
It was a terrifying revelation, but it soothed him in a way he had never felt before.
Michael Schmidt needs you.
And unfortunately, his feelings are not powerful enough to stretch into physical reality. Even though it feels as though they are capable of doing so, they cannot mold the world to bring him back to you. They cannot protect him from the inevitability of leaving his home and being dragged to Utah.
Now, he stands at the entrance of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Ivy grows amongst the bricked walls. Bright paint fades from years of neglect. Mike breathes in the scent of midnight brume as he unlocks the doors, trying once more to rid his brain of the thought of you.
The flashlight in his hands illuminates the inside of the pizzeria. Specks of dust permeate the air. Flashy arcade games are riddled with age. Toys on the prize shelf are covered in a blanket of cobwebs. The once gaudy carpets are caked with dirt. And those God-awful animatronics still stand on that rickety stage. Mike takes note of all these little things with a sigh. If this place was still alive today, he knows you'd adore taking your students here.
As his nights have been spent for the last year, he walks through the dilapidated establishment as usual. On the desk is a stack of chunky monitors displaying several angles of the pizzeria. The "CELEBRATE!" poster on the wall mocks him. He plops down on the adjacent swivel chair. The old fabric peels and the wheels whine from his weight.
Unzipping his ragged backpack, he grasps hold of the book he had taken with him, Dream Theory. Adjusting the headphones of his Walkman on his head, Mike then flicks the dog-ear over and resumes his reading.
God only knows how many times he has read this damned book. And every time he rereads it, he prays he can somehow find an anecdote for this torment. A magic step-by-step guide that will bring him back to you.
Despite perusing this book from front to back, he still searches for more. He hates being awake. He'd much rather be asleep, where he can return to you. Any second not spent with you, even if the moment is not tangible, is a second gone to waste. No matter what the circumstances are, he could only ever wish to be with you.
Lethargy hits Mike like a slap across the face. The book in his hands is now reminiscent of a brick. The song that plays on repeat in his Walkman soothes him like a mother's lullaby. All of these sensations embrace Mike; they pacify his brain and body of any unease. And with a few more leveled breaths, Dream Theory falls from his hands and he drifts off.
With a beat, he's woken up with a sharp gasp. This time, however, he does not awaken in the same dingy pizzeria. He finds himself sitting at a picnic table. Located in the very same forest he had lost his brother years ago.
Looking down, Mike finds he is dressed in the same hunter-green sweater and jeans stained with grass. His eyes scan around the expanse, searching for the faces of his family. He cannot find his mother, his father, nor Garrett. No one. Everything is to no avail.
There's a shuffle from behind him. He looks, only to find swaying trees and fluttering birds. And then, a voice.
"I'm sad to see you both go." The familiar cadence has Mike's head snapping back forward. He is struck with desperation.
There you are, sat across from him at the picnic table.
If it weren't for the campgrounds you were both at, this moment would be identical to when he first met you. In that same classroom, on that same day. Every mannerism and timbre of your voice is a picture-perfect copy of that moment. Same look in your eye, wearing the same clothes and bead bracelets your students made for you. Same everything.
It is a precious memory. To sit here with you feels so real, as though the heavens had answered Mike's prayers and brought him back to you.
"Abigail has always been a stellar student. I have no doubt she'll flourish in her new school."
Your smile makes his heart sink. Everyone always looks at him with anger. Not you, though. You're different.
"She does have a tendency to keep to herself. But, I think she'll adapt well to the new environment." He remembers every word from your mouth.
The emotions he was struck with when he first met you come back in a near-fatal rush. Irrepressible tension and rapture plunge through the barrier of his flesh. Practically a duplicate of the exact memory.
Going to a standard school meeting for his sister was an event Mike intended to do briefly. Getting it over as quickly as possible is his standard approach to most if not all, aspects of his life. This day, however, he was thrown in a whirlpool when he found himself wishing to stay with you. Leaving you felt like something he could not bear to endure.
Mike is abnormally pale, drenched in sweat, and mere seconds from passing out. You place your hand on his arm, inquiring him about if he was feeling alright. Hook, line, and sinker. Your mere touch sent him charging away from any perceived sanity he once possessed.
The strictly platonic concern you had for his well-being is addicting. To a point where Mike abandons all morals to indulge in these newfound feelings you give him. Once a poised man has now been reduced to a gooey puddle of sheer fervor.
All he can do is nod in response, completely entranced by the sight before him. You take his assurance hesitantly, before reaching into a basket of children's toys beside your desk. As this memory usually plays out, you retrieve a bear plushie. You then tell him of how it is Abby's favorite to play with and how you wish to gift it to her before your final goodbye. He agrees, of course. Nodding once more to compensate for his inability to speak.
In these woods, however, you show him that orange toy plane his brother treasured. His gaze remains latched to you as stand from the picnic table and walk away. To his utmost surprise, you then bend down beside Garrett. When you present him with the plane, he accepts your gift with childlike elation. He is quick to abandon his recent endeavors in favor of playing with his new toy.
You stand on foot, watching with an adoring smile as the young boy takes off. Mike watches you. An emotional, muddled intensity in his eyes.
"This isn't... This isn't how it happened... This isn't real." In his state of confusion, Mike has found the ability to speak.
He captures your attention and your gaze reverts to him. In response, his mouth goes dry and all coherent thought vanishes. Just one look from you and his entire capacity to speak is robbed, once again.
"But, it could be... It's what you want, isn't it?"
You are correct. You have always been veracious and that attitude does not fail now.
So despairingly, Mike wants this with you. To raise Abby and Garrett together, he can only imagine the wonderful people they'd become under your care. Maybe you and him could even bring a few more beautiful lives into this world. He can only imagine how exultant his own life would become if this dream turned into reality.
The rest of his life would be spent with you in Nebraska, just like this. Mornings and nights spent together at the dining table, all delicious laughter and nourishing meals. He'll even let you bring that lizard, too!
Playing frivolous games in the backyard until the sun sets, dressing in ridiculous costumes to take the kids trick-or-treating, and helping them blow out the candles for every birthday cake. Hell, he'll endure the sweltering temperatures and screaming kids at Disneyland. Only if you're there with him.
And maybe after the bedtime stories and last tuck-ins goodnight, you and him can occupy yourselves with other activities. Mike is no stranger to these kinds of fantasies, after all.
You wouldn't fail Abby and Garrett. Not like he did. You could all be a family. Exactly like he has always wanted.
For a moment, Mike had forgotten how his life had inevitably turned out. He was so warped in the domestic bliss he could have with you, that he didn't anticipate how the next chapter of his life would manifest in this dream.
You are tackled to the ground. You fight, you kick, you scream — you do everything in your strength to get the man off of you. The very same man who took Garrett all those years ago.
Not a picosecond passes before Mike picks himself up, rushing to your safety. He intends to beat the man to a bloody pulp. His sole purpose on Earth is to protect you and ensure your safety, after all. In his efforts, his foot gets caught against the legs of the picnic table, sending him to the dirt floor. Mike is quick to scramble to his feet. His heart races a mile a minute; his eyes are blown wide in crazed worry.
When he stands, he finds that somehow within the few seconds spent on the ground, you had been shoved into the back of a car. You bang your fists against the rear window, pleading for him to rescue you. And that, Mike desperately tries to do.
He sprints after you in a blind, blurred panic. The sudden, swift movement of his body is painful, as though needles poke and prod at his skin. It is all he can see, hear, feel, think of. Losing you and the gut-wrenching devastation that would inevitably follow.
The car begins to accelerate faster and faster. His running pace gets slower with every step forward. Mike tries, God, he fucking tries, but you slip away from him like sand between his fingers. Just the same as it was when he lost his brother.
With his speed receding, his body loses all mobility and he cannot bear to run anymore. The harsh punt of his body falling to the ground pulls a grunt out of his throat. Mike whispers mantras of "I'm sorry," hoping that you can somehow hear his pleas. He prays that by some miracle, the man who took you will have a change of heart and bring you back. Sobs plunge through his chest. The misery seeps in like water leaking through a weak dam.
Consciousness comes back to him all too suddenly. A loud yell of your name erupts from him and echoes through the security room. Mike plummets from his desk chair and splats against the ground. His mind is still plagued by that scene, he is still racing to save your life.
Cold sweat drips from his head. His hands shake with a terrified tremor. He hyperventilates, as though he had escaped the depths of the ocean and were inhaling fresh air for the first time. Mike weakly props himself up against the desk, trying to calm himself.
An entire year of agony. Over 365 days of absolute Hell. Living without you has tortured him in ways he never thought was possible.
Sitting here on the filthy floor of this old pizzeria, Mike finally waves his white flag. He has given up. He cannot do this anymore. It is more than he can handle.
And without so much as another breath, Mike springs into action.
Max is surprised to see him back home so early. Flustered and ridden with sweat, Mike explains how there is an emergency at work and he needs her to watch Abby longer. She obliges and accepts the hefty pay he shoves into her hands. He is driving away before she can process what has just occurred.
The song he plays every night in his Walkman blares from the car radio. Your song. The idea brings him ephemeral ease. A dash of excitement.
This is what his life is supposed to be and if all goes well, it's what it will be in mere hours. Mike's foot slams harder against the gas, doing what he should have done long ago.
All he has to do is explain himself. Surely, you will listen and understand this is for the better. You will see through all his stuttered words and irrepressible nerves. You will taste the sickeningly sweet devotion dripping from his mushy, candied heart. Surely, you will understand this is all for you. And of course, you will love him, too.
Hours pass like gusts of wind. The welcome sign of Nebraska passes in a flash. Mike remembers the route like the back of his hand. He'd never forget the roads that lead back to you, after all.
Dawn is moments from rising. The sky is a dark blue, covered in blotches of dark, orange sunshine. Mike pulls into the parking lot of your school where only one car is present. Yours. And of course, he parks directly beside you. The prospect of being close to you, even with something as negligible as this, sends a hot shiver coursing through his body.
Mike tries to soothe himself as he lets out a shaky breath. A heavy trepidation is nestled in his stomach, still mixed with that crisp excitement. Sweat cascades down his face. His dark, curly hair sticks to his forehead. Nothing can stop these feelings. He may try, but his scattered heartstrings stubbornly remain ensnared around his throat.
When he stands, he has to latch onto the roof of his car to catch his balance. Any passerby would think he was drunk. Being at an elementary school would certainly not help his case, either. Fortunately, the only people here are you and him. No one else. Just the way it is supposed to be.
The path leading to you is familiar. The trees blossoming, the chalk drawings on the sidewalk, and the scent of the early-morning breeze. It reminds Mike even more of how much he missed you.
His wet palms grasp the handles of the front entrance. He pulls, only for the door to remain locked in place. A few more desperate tugs and he watches as his ploy peels apart from the seams. The consideration of breaking down the door is only present momentarily, before any and all function of his is cut short.
The door is unlocked and opened. Stood at the threshold is you.
And with more intensity than Mike had anticipated, the euphoria only you are capable of conjuring comes rushing back.
"Good morning!" is all you say. Your expression is cheerful. Kind. Gorgeous, as you always are. Exactly the way he remembered.
Now that you are finally here, Mike cannot fathom how he had survived so long without you. The pieces of you sprinkled throughout his life are brought to revelation. Your name carved into his bones, your warmth threaded through his veins, your breath stirred with his every word. It is as terrifying as it is exhilarating. The fact he had not collapsed upon making mere eye contact with you is a miracle in of itself.
"Oh! Are you the new security guard? I wasn't aware we were getting a new hire." You break the silence, referring to the yellow "SECURITY" stamped on his vest.
You...
You don't remember me?
The words don't manage to escape him. Instead, you send him into a state of stupor.
The impact your words have on him is nothing short of surreal. When Mike had memorized every sliver of you down to the tilt of your jaw and the curve of your spine, you had forgotten him entirely. For the year he spent longing for you, he was merely a bystander in the background. An apparition within your mind. You do not remember him. And no words in the English language could express the lethal heartbreak.
It has rendered Mike speechless and his inability to speak fills you with unease.
"Please, come in." Opening the door further, you try and usher him inside. All you wish to do is escape this conversation and the fervid eyes of this stranger.
Gaze still glued to you, he grasps hold of the door handles. His unconscious brain still decides to take the weight off of you. Mike has no choice now, he must convince you to stay with him. To beg you to choose him, to remind you of everything you once had with each other. To show you what losing you has done to him.
When you turn and walk away, he tries to find his voice. Mike wants to express all of this to you, but his efforts are futile. He is frozen and can only watch as you leave him again. The opposite direction of your classroom, this time. Towards the office. Most likely to ensure he was actually in the system.
Mike does not take this choice of yours for granted. Gathering up whatever morsel of strength is still left in him, he takes a few wobbly steps. He stumbles through the dark hallways, clutching his hand over his heart as he walks. His rampant heartbeat does not calm itself, no matter his attempts to soothe it.
Upon practically collapsing into your classroom, a flare of fleeting ease envelops Mike. To be surrounded by you is absolute ecstasy. Paradise is personified through flamboyant decorations and the scent of strawberries and books.
He scans every detail of your classroom. The new drawings on the wall, the jumble of recently purchased toys. He sees the new changes you have made in the past year and is shattered to know you were not thinking of him at all. As opposed to every second of his life being enmeshed with you.
Mike soon finds your desk. The first and last place he had ever truly felt happiness. On the surface, some of your clutter had been left behind. Too cute. A colorful planner had been left open to this exact date. A few papers are sat to the side, where students' assessments are in the process of being graded. Most important of all, your thermal scattered with stickers sits on a pained coaster.
Mike knows he should not consider it, no less think about it. You just need to be reminded, that's all.
With a paranoid glance at the door, he takes the orange bottle of sleeping pills from his backpack. He swiftly pours out several onto the desk. Then, he takes a stapler you had left out of reach from children's sticky fingers, crushing the thin white circles into a chunky powder. Your thermal opens with a quiet pop! and Mike pours the residue into your drink. He uses the straw to stir it around for effective measure, trying to ignore the incessant urge to take your straw for... personal use.
A storage closet resides right behind him. Mike leaves everything on your desk as it once was and is swift to hide inside. He leaves the door open a mere creak, within perfect distance to watch his plan unfold.
The minute without you feels torturous, as though it had lasted a millennia. When the aching sound of silence is filled by a creaking door, his heart practically plummets. Through the small peep, you enter his field of vision. You trot over to the iguana enclosure. Saying a quick hello to Mr. Cupcake, before making your way to your desk. Oblivious to the uninvited guest just inches away.
You take a sip from your thermal. Mike cannot find air to breathe or the ability to function.
You take another. This is actually happening.
One more sip. Your pen scribbles on your planner.
You take a sip. It is a blessing straight from God you cannot hear the hyperventilated breaths behind you.
Then, another sip. Holy shit, this is actually happening.
As you work, you reach over to grab some sticky notes. Your elbow accidentally nudges your pen, causing it to fall from your desk and roll across the floor. You stand to retrieve it with a grumble before a sudden wave of lethargy envelops you. It is all too sudden and acute. You have to lean on the edge of your desk to stable yourself.
Before you can question the sudden fatigue, your body fails you. When you inevitably fall, Mike is quick to catch you. Hell, his arms were around you before your legs even wobbled. Slowly, and with loving attentiveness, he guides your limp body to the ground. The adrenaline inside him is so penetrating, that he does not have a moment to process the fact he is touching you.
With you fully unconscious, Mike knows exactly where he'll be heading next. Only now, he'll have an additional passenger with him.
He secures your unconscious form into the back seat of his car. Fastening your seatbelt and triple-checking they are in proper function. Mr. Cookie, or whatever his name is, is in the front seat within his cage. Moving his enclosure and necessities from your classroom was a hassle, as told by the bite mark on Mike's hand. For you, though, he would endure far worse.
With the birds beginning to sing, there is little time before the world wakes up and his intentions are jeopardized. Mike drives off before anyone can see what he has done. Not even he has fully processed what he has done.
Leaving your car, your home, and your life behind, he begins the treacherous and exciting journey back to Utah.
Every car that passes has him gripping the wheel tighter, foot reader to slam harder on the gas. He had already lost you once, he cannot lose you again. Mike does not play music, either. The sounds of your breathing is his new favorite harmony.
He casts a glance in the rear-view mirror every now and then. You're draped among the back of the car, cocooned in the numerous blankets he brought for this trip. Beneath the windows, your head is rested against a fluffy pillow. He even snuggled a few plushies into your arms. The sight is so gut-wrenchingly adorable, Mike nearly crashes the car with how painfully distracting the sight of you is.
This was the state he stayed in for the first several hours of the drive. Mindless driving on freeways, checking on you (as well as continuously cooing over your cuteness), and holding his breath whenever he passes through busy areas or cops. Then, he gets knocked off course.
With blurred vision, you can barely discern where you are.
Sunlight makes you squint. Your mind is messy. You can hear the rumble of a car engine, feel the vibration against your form. The blankets wrapped around you are suffocating. You peel them off from your body, a few random stuffed animals fall to the car floor when you do so.
Mike nearly snaps his neck with how fast he turns around. His efforts to take you away were frivolous, yes, but he was sure he had given you enough pills to sleep through the trip.
"Hey, you're okay. Y-You're okay. Everything's gonna be okay. Okay? Just don't freak out... Please don't freak out."
You do the opposite of what he advised. Little by little, the pieces begin to click together. Panic settles in your stomach like a fresh sheet of snow. Hyperventilating breaths leave your shaking body, accentuated by your frightened whimpers. Who is this man? What the fuck is going on? Tears stream down your face with every question that litters your mind. And every cracked sob you let out is a fatal strike to your assailant's fragile heart.
Mike is quick to comfort you, as you can always count on him to do such. And how badly he wishes to climb into the back seat himself and hold you close. Everything he is doing is for the better, you must know that. As scary as this all may seem for you, he will do whatever it takes to convince you of this truth.
He reaches his hand back to soothe you, only succeeding in the opposite when you cower away from his touch. Mike cannot hide how poignant your rejection is, he is shocked he hadn't broken down into tears alongside you.
"... Are you going to hurt me-?"
"I would never."
He answers without a sliver of hesitation. Your shattered, sugar-sweet voice absolutely destroys him.
The weight of his declaration is so immense that you could almost believe him. You should believe him, as he only tells the utter truth. The fact you have been drugged and shoved into the backseat of a stranger's car, however, convinces you otherwise.
Looking through the window, you take note of the rural area you're in. Nothing but miles of trees to comfort you. No distinct landmarks to help you navigate your location.
Mike oscillates between looking at you and the road. While he's occupied with the road ahead, you take action before thinking thoroughly. Sweltering blankets torn off of your body, you unfasten your seatbelt as silently as you can. You mentally prepare yourself for the turmoil up ahead. Then, within a matter of a single second, you unlock the car door and jump.
Debris slices into you as you fall deeper into the forest. The world becomes a blurred frenzy of trees and cloudy skies. Your frail body is drowsy from the drugs still pumping through your system. Your ribs ache, your ears ring, and you are covered in gashes. Still, survival is the only prospect present in your brain. You pick yourself up from the dirt and dash forward. Never looking back.
April puddles and fallen pinecones ruin your expensive work shoes. Fresh flowers are squished beneath your steps. There is no path you intend to take, you only wish to get as far as you can from that man. Poison ivy and low-hanging branches slash at your skin. You do not think, you only push and push and push. Anywhere away from him.
The second you had opened that car door, Mike slammed down on the brakes. The scream of your name hurts his throat from the sheer volume. To see you jump, leaving him again, sparked fear like no other. He does not even bother to turn off the car or close the door before he is racing after you. He cannot lose you again. He can't, he can't, he can't.
Mike barrels into the forest like a feral animal. He is met with a terrifying sense of déjà-vu. He's seen this movie before, he's heard this song a million times. This dream has haunted him forever. Just when he is inches from touching salvation, you will be snatched away from him. And he will have to watch as his life crumbles before his very eyes.
His legs grow heavier with every step. He screams for you until his voice goes raw. His lungs feel as though they may collapse into themselves. Still, his efforts to find you do not falter. You would have to kill him if you wished to keep him away from you.
A tree branch crunches.
Mike stops dead in his tracks. Listening.
There's a pained whimper. Quiet amongst the soft winds.
He dashes toward the sound. Swift in surging through the steep hills and overgrown forestry in his path.
While you were running, you failed to notice a protruding tree root. When your foot hooks beneath it and sends you tumbling to the ground, you try and scramble to your feet. However, the burst of adrenaline that had gotten you this far could not combat the lethargy still in your body. You lay on your back, exasperated with debility. Entirely paralyzed.
"Y/N! Oh, thank God!" Mike collapses beside you, all while you stare at the stranger in utter terror.
Dirt and sweat paint his body. Eyes blown wide and crazed, his hands reach for you. Fearfully searching for any wounds. One hand cradles your face, caressing your skin with his thumb. The other rests against your hairline, petting the expanse with tender intent. Cries of both relief and terror fill the empty silence. To lose you all over again is a horrifying prospect he cannot fathom the weight of.
"N-... No..." Your voice is weak. Barely able to crawl out of your mouth.
Fingers latched into the mud, you try to drag your body away from this maniac. Mike brings your attempts to a halt, hands still latched onto your body.
"I'll be good, Y/N, I will... Just-Just stay with me!"
Your assailant does not listen to your feeble demands. Instead, Mike wraps his arms around your torso. Further ensnaring you in his locked embrace. He buries his face into your neck and rocks your body back and forth. Trying to soothe you into another slumber. His sniffles are overpowered by his sharp inhales of breath. Consuming your scent.
"You're not leaving me. You're not fucking leaving me!" Mike bawls out.
He is now a complete mess. Face twisted with ugly sobs. All hot tears and running snot.
"Just sleep now, okay? I'm right here..."
Blunt nails dig into your shoulder blades. His weight on top of you is suffocating. Please just love him and never leave him. That is all he could ever ask for, all he could ever want. He has spent so long without the one he loves most, he cannot bear to ever part from them ever again.
With a choked groan, Mike lifts your limp body from the ground. Sniffling reassurances echo as you reach a state of unconsciousness. He lifts you over his shoulder and your body loses all mobility. As he takes you away, your mind fades into a peaceful rest. Escaping is now a pipe dream.
Faint sounds of shuffling are what you're next awoken to. Pipes bang and thump. It is far more quiet than your last conscious encounter.
Darkness pervades your vision. Your body feels weightless, as though you are floating through a dream. You cannot move, no matter your efforts to try. As if your limbs had been glued to the fluffy expanse you've been laid upon. All you are capable of doing is releasing a guttural moan of disdain from the back of your throat.
"Easy, cub. Easy now."
No.
The voice is fluffy and easy. Horrifyingly familiar.
This can't be real; this can't be reality. This cannot be what your life becomes: rotting away in this stranger's embrace.
You were granted several mere seconds of solitude before hands were on your body, once again. The grasp lifts your body, to where your assailant sits behind you and rests your back against his chest. His efforts are gentle. Comforting. Though, the movement still has you wincing in discomfort. You hadn't anticipated how many injuries you had given yourself.
Speckles of your sight return in short spurts. There is light against the darkness, everything is gold. Drowned in the hues of candlelight scattered around the room. The glow is cast against a fuzzy expanse, to where you could almost convince yourself you were in a dream. And my God, do you wish it was.
You miss the rich, headache-inducing colors of your classroom. The judging stares of other parents who drowned their homes in beige decor never felt more comforting. You miss the screeching children with their constant need for attention. Their dramatic tears and obnoxious attitude would bring you peace like no other.
Mike plants his chin against your shoulder and all you can think about is the beautiful life you have lived until this point. His arm slithers across your torso, tightening with vehement need. It is loving in the most suffocating manner. You then hear a bottle unscrew through static noise. shushes you as he presses the lid against your lips. Water cascades into your mouth and down your dry throat, all while Mike presses impassioned kisses to your temple.
"There you go. Very good... You're perfect..." His tone is cordial as he ushers you to drink.
As much as you had tried to fight his attempts to give you water, it has fortunately provided you more clarity. The environment surrounding you fades into something more lucid.
You've been swaddled in a thick comforter. Soft and floral-scented, fresh out of the dryer. The king-size bed is at the end of the room and provides you with a clear view of everything. The lack of windows and decrepit staircase tucked in the corner tell you this is a basement. Soundproofed and locked up, your chances of escape are minimal. He does not want to let you go, that much is for certain.
Across the room is a chunky television. Movie cassettes sit in the cabinet supporting the television, where a newly purchased GameCube is left beside, as well. There's a bookshelf to your left, which is filled with old novels and children's books. Nothing was bought recently. Is there a child in this house? Lego sets and puzzle boxes are stacked next to the shelf. You come to the chilling assumption that it is intended to be something for you to occupy yourself with when he's gone.
Much to your satisfaction, Mike leaves from his spot behind you. He guides you back onto the pillow with romantic, loving ease. A gentle caress to your cheek before he goes. As if he was your doting husband taking care of you while you are ill.
When you look to your right, your heart accelerates when you find your iguana enclosure on top of a rickety table. Thank God he is alright! You do not know what you would do if this man had harmed Mr. Cupcake.
As words have failed you consistently, you whine out like a baby to express your wants. Your assailant's attention is back on you at record speed. The persistent need he has to ensure your comfort is almost pathetic. Teary-eyed and pouty, you reach for the enclosure holding your iguana.
Mike's body goes rigid. A gentle gasp emanates from him.
Are you... Are you reaching for him?
He practically throws himself back onto the bed. Sat beside your laying form, he almost can't bring himself to believe it. His deluded fantasies have bloomed into existence.
"Yes? What do you need, cub?" Please say him. Please say you need him like he needs you.
Mike looks at you and his eyes melt into candy. A gentle smile plastered on his face, he brings his finger up and boops you on the nose. Affectionate is his natural disposition. You're too fucking cute.
Mike had wasted an entire year without you. Too much time spent neglecting you of his love. Oh, you must have been so lonely without him. This is all he has wanted, after all. To take care of you. To take the weight off your shoulders and bring you ease like no other. He will spend the rest of his lifetime making up for the lost time. He would spend forever for you, slaving away to earn your forgiveness.
When you firmly establish what it is you actually want, no amount of sleeping pills in your thermal cup could stop you from seeing how defeated he is. Your rejection cuts like a dagger. Anyone can see this genuine fact. Still, Mike abides by your request. He'd tear mountains asunder for your happiness, after all.
Begrudgingly, he leaves your side. He opens the enclosure with struggle. Too many notches and slots. When he takes Mr. Cupcake into his hands, the iguana squirms and twists. Almost as if the reptile grasped what was happening. He propels his tail like a whip, reaching for the hands around him with his sharp teeth. His nails dig into whatever part of this stranger he can find.
When Mike plops him into your lap, Mr. Cupcake relaxes instantaneously. You snuggle him into your arms and are provided comfort from him, as well. His scaly flesh and jagged spine abrade your face, but you have never known a more soothing embrace. You plant a myriad of kisses and adoring nuzzles on Mr. Cupcake's skin. At the same time, you ignore the third wheel standing there.
Mike watches this and is nearly sick with want. Never in his life had he ever thought he'd wish to be an iguana this bad. The things he would give and the things he would take to be on the receiving end of your affections bridges off insanity.
Averting his gaze, he cannot watch the scene anymore. He had never expected to be so envious of a goddamn reptile. Mike grants you the time you want with that prickly bastard and leaves the basement. You hear the tumultuous clatter of all the locks and bolts being put into place once he is gone.
The time without Mike is something you do not take for granted. Silence is precious, solitude even more so. During his absence, you reel through the supercut of your life. You cannot find this man in any of your memories. You do not remember that face no matter how hard you try. He is the bad guy, the villain. The very definition of 'stranger-danger' you teach your students about.
When Mike returns, all of that disturbed turbulence comes with him.
In his hands is a cracked dinner plate with spaghetti and meatballs splat on top. The closer he gets, the faster your heart pumps. Setting the plate down on the bedside table, he takes your iguana from your tight hold. Mr. Cupcake still thrashes in his grasp, trying to bite and hit wherever he can. Good boy.
When the beast is locked away, Mike is idyllic to be alone with you again. He acts as though the current circumstances were romantic, where you and him are enjoying an amorous vacation. He then places the meal carefully in your lap, wary of the hot plate burning your precious skin.
"You need to eat, cub. You've been through so much. Too much." Mike's hand finds your face again, thumb caressing your cheek.
His mere words make you want to vomit your breakfast all over what is supposed to be your dinner. Still, you obey and begin eating. The dish is mediocre, at best. You've tasted better from the kitchen play set where your students wear chef hats and cook plastic food. Kidnapped and trapped in a basement, however, you'll take whatever scraps you can get.
Eyes glued to your plate, you do not watch as Mike takes a movie from the cabinet and pops it into the VCR. "The Immortal and the Restless" whirs to life as he returns to where you sit. Mike lays down beside you and joins you beneath the warm comforter. He takes the fork from your hands. A shiver cascades up his arm upon the faint contact made by your fingers touching. Oh, it is love. He then begins to feed you. There is nothing but sugary madness in his eyes.
Bite by bite, you are forced to watch soap operas and listen to nauseating love declarations.
"I was so alone out there without you, baby."
If only you hadn't been so fooled by a security vest and pretty brown eyes, you could be with your students right now. You could be free right now.
If only.
⁺ 🎧 , 🪷 you are currently listening to . . . ⁺ 🪺 , 🎵 ꪆ
❝ PRAYING STRAIGHT TO GOD THAT
MAYBE YOU'LL COME BACK AROUND . . . ❞
no one asked for this but idc hehe.
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Fearful Bunny (SCENARIO) Yandere William Afton X Survivor Reader (Five Nights At Freddy's)
[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a new chapter! This chapter is a request from Tumblr. With a reader having Leporiphobia which is the phobia of rabbits. So I got the idea that Reader was supposed to be the 6th missing child. But instead, she got away. She had severe PTSD and repressed most of her memories. But it came with a deep-seated phobia of rabbits. Cause William Afton had worn his Spring Bonnie suit.
(Disclaimer 1: READER IS AN ADULT IN THIS AT THE AGE OF 19
Disclaimer 2: William Afton is YANDERE ONLY WHEN HE MEETS YOU AGAIN WHEN YOU APPLY FOR A JOB!
Disclaimer 3: William Afton is not a good person, but he is NOT Yandere in canon. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for Fictional characters, fictional serial killers, and fictional yanderes is fine. Just do not simp for REAL LIFE ONES, and do NOT be gross or illegal! Yanderes and people like William Afton ARE NOT Okay to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!)
(No One's POV)
(Name) had a deep phobia of rabbits. A terrible Phobia of them. All she could remember was that horrid rabbit face as she screamed. Since then she had the biggest fear of them. She has been down on her luck. She needs a job. So she is looking at the want ads. When she comes across an ad for a security guard job. The pay was shit, and the hours were almost as bad.
She is desperate so she calls the phone number.
"Hello, William Afton." The voice says.
"Hi, I am calling about the security guard job." She tells him.
"Very good, come by the Pizzeria." He says and hangs up.
This is either a way to get her out there so he can kill her. Or he needs a security guard, bad. (Name) decided to take the risk, grabbing her mace just in case. She then drove to the pizzeria. It for sure had seen better days. Real better days. She shakes her head and gets out of her car. She sees a man waiting for her. He is lanky and has his hair done nicely.
"Mr. Afton?" (Name) asks him.
"Ah, you must be the girl who called me, please come to my office." He says after staring at (Nanme) for a minute.
The two of them walk in and (Name) is having a case of Deja Vu but she shakes it off. They make it to his office and he has her sit down.
"So, I am in a tight pinch, I need a security guard. So I will most likely hire you, just need to do the paperwork, so I can pay you at the end of the week." He tells her.
She nods her head.
"Name?" He asks.
"(Name) (Last Name)." She tells him and he almost drops her pin. He looks up and stares at her.
That was a name from his past. The one kid he could not kill. She is all grown up and she is so stunning, it was a real good thing he did not kill her. Because he now wants her and he is not going to lose her.
"Coffee?" He asks and goes to make her some.
"Sure." She says and he slips something into her drink. Giving it to her. She drinks it out of nerves and they continue.
"I will be right back," He tells her. "Do not run little bunny~"
She tensed at that and he went getting into his Spring Bonnie suit. Then he cut the power. Well, most of it. He then went in. She was in the hall and when she saw him, she froze and looked like she was about to have a panic attack. Her body just froze up. So it was true, she did have a fear of rabbits. I chuckle and walk to her. She is still frozen.
"Run little bunny, or the big bad rabbit will get you~," I tell her and she turns on her heel and runs.
He was hot on her heels and he laughed at the chase. I did not take that long to catch her. The drug in her system kicking in. She went limp in his arms, either from the drug or fear it did not matter. She was his now. His fearful little bunny.
[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done, I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]
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I absolutely adore how you wrote Yandere Gregory! You really nailed it as kids are already by nature possessive and bossy. And I can imagine even if you fight back against him (pushing, throwing off), there's his much larger, stronger, faster, resilient, and overprotective bodyguard named Freddy he'll exaggerate the story to and probably will get so upset, he almost overwrites his "no hurting guests" programming but Gregory soothes him before it happens. Then he can use that scenario against you in the future as further evidence you don't want to upset papa bear's kid and that includes leaving. Speaking of which, may we please get a reader who attempts to escape yandere!Glamrock Freddy but fails? Please make this a story. Like maybe it didn't occur to him that they can find a way out through his seemingly inescapable charging room through the vent. I'm so sorry. I just feel like having a chase scene and he takes them back to his room by force while being very upset that his sweetheart would even think about leaving him. Damn! I might as well write it myself, that was specific as hell lol
Yeah, take your time! I completely understand how demanding college is. I've been there.
A/N: Don’t be sorry sweetie! You’re welcome to long asks ;) I appreciate your kind words, they mean so much!~ I hope you enjoy! 💕 Also, apologies that this took so long! Life has been busy!! ^^; As well as the fact that this isn’t too great but let’s not talk about that-
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Warnings: gender neutral reader, overprotective behavior, kidnapping, isolation, mentions of physical abuse, force-feeding, drugging, threats of harm, blood, claustrophobia triggers
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Neon Lights and Bloody Stages
In Freddy’s Green Room, you could never tell the time of day. Time was only driven by three instances: when Freddy would leave for performances, when Freddy would come back from them, and when that blonde lady would come and check on you.
On a bad day, she’d heal your wounds. Those days were few and far between, since Freddy was a big sweetheart most of the time, but sometimes you’d get what Freddy called “fussy”. You hated it, he acted like you were a damn child sometimes.
Today was different, though. Today was the day you would leave for good. You would leave behind the pizza and soda you were fed every day, the nights being drugged with sleeping candy, those long days of just waiting for someone to finally realize you were gone. You were sick of relying on someone else, and the time was now.
You knew it was destiny when you finally plucked up the courage to look around for a possible escape and finding one in a vent in the wall that you knew you could squeeze into. You guessed that the vent led out to the main area, or even a maintenance area which would prove to be even better. You could not risk Freddy catching you. It would be hell to pay.
Freddy was gone for the long day of performing for children, so now was your chance to leave the room. You internally said goodbye to all of the Freddy-themed things in the room, knowing that you would never have to stare at them for hours on end again. You pulled the vent cover off, the metal slicing into your fingers; but you didn’t care. You were ready to leave.
“Sweetheart! I came back with some pizza-”
You heard his mechanical voice and heavy body enter through the door, your blood freezing in place. You were too late, and he caught you.
“Star? W-What are you doing?” He asked, his ears down as far as they could go on his animatronic head. He was holding a pizza box, fresh from the oven. For a moment, you felt bad. He came early just for you?
You shook it off, knowing that you needed to leave for your own good. You couldn’t stop now for some good-smelling pizza. You quickly launched yourself into the vent and scrambled quickly through the dusty metal box-like hallway as you heard his heavy metal footsteps following after you. You barely dodged his large hand swatting at your leg, trying to pull you back. You crawled on, even after hearing his distressed cries for you.
After what seemed like forever, you managed to get to an area that you thought was safe. It was a long stretch of hallway made of concrete, with yellow paint on the ground. You wondered if this was the staff hallway, and you tried to navigate yourself through. It felt like it went forever, and you wandered around it for what seemed like hours trying to find an exit.
“Star!” Freddy called, utter joy in his voice from finding you. You immediately take off, running in the opposite direction. The sound of his metal footfalls was terrifying, and you prayed that you’d find another vent. No such luck found you.
You burst through some doors, finding yourself in the main area of the Pizzaplex. The neon lights blinded you, and you tried to look away as you ran. You could hear him calling for you in the distance, so hiding was the best option for now.
A photo booth sat at the crossroads between a staircase and another hallway, so you decided to hide there to hopefully throw the animatronic beast off. You heard his stomping feet move in a direction you weren’t in, causing you to laugh internally. You were so tired of being stuck in the same area, with the same person every time.
You heard someone talking, which made you jump a bit. The only person that you recognized the voice of was the blonde lady, who you still didn’t know the name of. Maybe if she knew you escaped, she could help? It was worth a shot. You carefully emerged from the photo booth, shyly walking up to her.
“(Y/N)?! What are you doing out here?!” She jumped, looking right at you with eyes wide. She was honestly shocked that you were able to escape, and she gave you credit for it.
“Please, help me leave!” You begged her; your hands clasped together to really drive the point home. You heard her sigh out of her nose, her hand on her hip.
“Take them back, Freddy.”
Your heart nearly stopped. A red light shone from above you, and your eyes slowly looked up to reveal Freddy standing right behind her. He had a blank expression on his face, which you knew wasn’t good at all. The lady stepped out of the way, causing you to try and bolt again. This time, you weren’t so fast.
Freddy grabbed you by the arm, literally dragging you back kicking and screaming to the Green Room. You cried and begged him not to hurt you, but his expression stayed the same. He wasn’t his bubbly, innocent self in this moment. It was truly terrifying for you to see.
As soon as you were tossed into the room like a rag doll, you were scooped up into Freddy’s arms and held like a baby as he sat on the floor. You could feel the terrible burn of the floor on your sides and back, the sting almost too much to bear.
“Why would you try to leave me, Star?...” He asked sadly, giving you the nickname that you had been dubbed with when you two met. He held you even tighter as he forced a Moondrop candy down your throat, hushing you the whole time like a baby.
“Don’t worry... Vanessa will make sure that you don’t have anyone to go home to...” His voice distorted, your vision fading as the candy kicked in.
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Hello, my lovelies~! ♡⌒ヽ(*'､^*)
This is my blog where I mostly do yandere FNAF drawings and headcanons! I can do other fandoms as well if I know them well enough. Please be specific on which and what you would like when requesting~ (♡´౪`♡)
Request Status:
Writing: CLOSED
Art: CLOSED
Questions: OPEN
Fandoms:
❦ FNAF 1 - 7 & Fazbear Frights
❦ Happy Tree Friends
❦ Creepypasta
❦ Welcome Home
❦ Killer Klowns from Outer Space
❦ Living Dead Dolls
Symbols:
💕: Headcanons
💝: Art
💘: Scenario/ One-Shot
💗: Story
Masterlist:
General Headcanons
♡ Animatronics with an animatronic darling vs human darling 💕
FNAF 1
♡ Yandere Chica x Y/N 💝
♡ Yandere Foxy x Y/N 💝
♡ Yandere Freddy x Y/N 💝
FNAF 2
♡ Toy Bonnie x reader 💕
♡ Yandere Withered Bonnie x Y/N 💝💘
♡ Yandere Withered Foxy x Y/N 💕
FNAF 3
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FNAF 4
♡ Yandere Nightmare x Y/N 💕
♡ Fluff: Yandere Nightmare Fredbear x Y/N 💕
♡ Nightmare Freddy x Y/N 💘
FNAF SL
♡ Funtime Freddy Sketches 💝
♡ Yandere Funtime Freddy x Y/N 💝
♡ Birthday Suprise: Yandere Funtime Freddy x Y/N 💝💕
♡ Yandere Bon-Bon, Bonnet, Funtime Freddy x Y/N 💝💕
♡ Celebrating Yandere Funtime Freddy's Birthday 💝💕
♡ Yandere Lolbit x Y/N 💕
Pizza Simulator
♡ Yandere Security Puppet x reader 💕
♡ Yandere Rockstar Bonnie x reader 💕
♡ Yandere Music Man x Y/N 💕
♡ Human Lefty Sketches 💝
Security Breach
♡ Trying to Impress Baefy: Yandere Glamrock Freddy x reader 💕
♡ Yandere Glamrock Freddy x Y/N 💝
♡ Yandere Sun & Moon x Y/N 💕
♡ Gemini AU: Sun & Moon x Y/N 💝💘
Fazbear Frights
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Yandere Playlists
♡ Yandere Baby x Y/N
♡ Yandere Funtime Freddy
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Fnaf2
Hello, do you still accept requests?
Could I ask something about what it would be like to be in a relationship with old bonnie with a reader who is very affectionate?
gn reader
(Yes! I do still take requests! I’ll try my best with this one!^^
Yandere Withered Bonnie x Affectionate Reader scenario ~(Romantic)~
Bonnie really appreciates the affection & small gifts you give him. He’s a little touch-starved after being left in the back room & used for spare parts. The old animatronic will happily take all of your affection & will try his best to return it towards you.
Because you’re so nice to him, Bonnie will actively protect you from the others, making sure you survive all five nights, maybe even the 6th if you’re up for it. However, Bonnie will still have a lingering anxiety that after you get your paycheck, you will leave.
However, as long as you stay by his side & continue working at the pizzaria in whatever job you want, you will have a faceless bodyguard by your side to protect you! Expect some flirty face puns though. Bonnie can’t help himself.
#yandere#yanderecore#yandere blog#yandere x reader#yandere fnaf#yandere fnaf2#yandere bonnie#yandere withered Bonnie#yandere five nights at freddys#yandere fnaf bonnie
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Minecraft, DDLC, Yandere Sim, FNAF, and Animal Jam 🫡
#games#nostalgia#video games#minecraft#doki doki literature club#doki doki plus#yandere simulator#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#animal jam
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No thoughts just bitchy jealous housewife Sun propaganda
#Fnaf Sun#fnaf#five nights at freddies#fnaf sb#Sun x y/n#Sundrop x y/n#Sun x reader#Sundrop x reader#yandere#tw yandere#tw knives#Metaltea draws
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I WILL BE HEARING YOU OYT ON YANDERE BONNIE PLEASE RANT TO ME POST ALL YOUR IDEAS
Ok I’m gonna do withered Bonnie bcs it just makes sense for this-
Tw: Murder *new animatronic ahem ahem*, stalking basically
Imagine you, are a new guard.
Simple.
You successfully do your job, with no worries or even creeped out at all.
You basically say “fuck off” to every animatronic.
.
.
.
Meanwhile, Bonnie is intrigued. In his broken, unusable state, seeing you act so nonchalantly to his…“replacement”, brings him a weird inspiration.
Out of curiousity, he watched you. Not out of malicious intent. Just curiosity.
Let’s say you respond to him nicely, after realizing he isn’t an enemy. And his dead heart evokes up into flames.
He wants to be close to you. He wants to be wanted again. He wants to be someone’s favourite again. He wants to be loved again.
…
As the nights pass by. He tries to destroy all the other malicious animatronics. While also approaching closer to you.
At some point, if you fall asleep on accident, he’s putting an unused table cloth over you to keep you warmer. And maybe a few hugs and nuzzles stolen without you knowing.
You’re warm. He likes that. You’re not cold like he is.
…
Don’t question him when he stuffs you into an unused bunny animatronic. He just really, really wants you to stay, and be his warmth. Forever.
Until the place burns down, bringing the two of you along.
“Stay with me. I’m so lonely without you. You’re all I have.”
(This was so self-indulgent it’s not even funny-)
- Celina
#Bonnie#Bonnie fnaf#withered bonnie#fnaf#fnaf 2#five nights at freddy's#five nights at Freddy’s 2#Bonnie x reader#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere imagines#fnaf x reader#five nights at Freddy’s x reader
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Hi I saw your request are Open
Can I request yandere mont, Freddy, Roxanne x mom reader smut
Like the reader is Cassy mom in ( Cassy mom in Roxanne part) and in Freddy and Monty Part the reader is is Gregory's mom and they fall for them and want to make them theres and they do by breeding them and making them mother to their kids . And become mom/Dad to Cassy and Gregory
Please and thank you
And can I be 🦡
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Yandere!Animatronic x Milf!Reader
TW; 🔞 Yandere behavior, possessive, thoughts of a family together, breeding, biting/scratching, oral (giving and receiving), stomach bulge, semi public, Roxy has a d*ck in this story
Notes; I'm sorry I had to
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Roxanne
She already loves Cassie before meeting you she met her father but not you so when you arrived late for Cassie's birthday she instantly fell in love, telling your daughter that your work wanted you stay a bit longer then usual and handing her a gift that she wanted
Afterwards Roxy learns that you and her dad were divorced due to some disagreements mostly about how much time he spends more at work then at home with Cassie or her, the wolf falling more in love with you by the way you cherished your daughter more then work and now she has a bigger chance of being with you
When she does get that chance she's very calm and charming about everything she does when she's dating you, but Roxy will make sure everything between you, her and Cassie are alright even if that means threatening your ex-husband when he thinks or tries to get in touch with you or Cassie
She won't let anyone or anything get between her and her family even if it means her own friends, she doesn't care what they say about her relation with you or how she's behaving to others
Glamrock Freddy
When Gregory came back to the Pizzaplex all fine and healthy he couldn't help but cry seeing his Superstar again hugging him tight then hearing someone calling him, that's when he saw you the most beautiful woman he ever seen Freddy can't help but fall deeper when he sees how much you love Gregory his fatherly in high gear
Upon learning what happened prior to the event of that night Freddy learns that Gregory ran away when his father tried to take him away and hurt his mom in the process, the bear couldn't help but become enrage just hearing how much his dad hurt him and you all he wanted to do was tear him apart
He does everything to show how much better he is at taking care of Gregory and you all the while showing why he's a better choice then others, Freddy will promise to protect both of you from everything and everyone that dares to come close
If he ever meets the man that hurt his family Freddy will make sure that he never touches or even gets in touch with them, the bear will make sure that no one knows where he went or what happened only if they looked in the garbage disposal
Monty
The gator himself became quite protective of Gregory since then however when you came to pickup the little man from Monty, he couldn't help but become enamored at the sight of you and they way you held Gregory sobbing at how much you're sorry that you left him at the Pizzaplex
He couldn't help but feel deep affection for how motherly and loving you are not only towards Gregory but to other kids, even though he isn't great with kids he tends to help you out when the kids starts to get rowdy becoming smitten when you lovingly thank him
Never thought of himself as a family kind of guy but when you and Gregory came into his life everything changed for the better or worse, his friends noticing his sudden change but not in good light seeing how if anyone tried to get close to you he'll snap and threaten said person or give them a death glare til they back off
This is the one good thing that came from protecting you and Gregory and he's not planning to let it go anytime soon, even if that means disposing any and all obstacles
NSFW Below
Roxanne
When you finally put Cassie to sleep is the time Roxy strikes immediately getting you railed up as you try and clean today's mess in your shared home, however it's getting harder to focus when Roxy keeps teasing you via passing touches or her tail trialing up your thigh even though she promised to help cleanup without any distraction
After you're both done with your chores Roxy will carry you up to your room all the while leaving love bites and scratches all over your body not even making it to the bed yet, but by the time you do you'll be out of breathe at how skilled she is with her mouth and hands while avoiding the area where you want to be touched
Thank God that you have soundproof walls because the sounds you're making are euphoric Roxy could come from just your moans, that won't just do not until she has you under her until dawn telling you how she's going to make you hers over and over, gonna make sure everyone knows you belong to her and how she's going to make you a mommy again
Doesn't even waste time taking off your clothes just rips them off with her teeth and claws not caring if they're your favorites clothes or not, feeling her own clothes restraining against as she touches you the bulge in her pants not helping as you feel it poke against your thigh
Everything went by in a blur one moment on your back as Roxy eats you out then on your knees sucking her cock, then on her lap as she bouncing you, on all four as she leaves more bites and finally in a mating press as she pins you down while tearing up your bed. The wolf praising you for taking her so well cumming for fourth time tonight as she forced her knot inside you pumping you full, not pulling out until the morning wanting to keep her seed inside you
Glamrock Freddy
He had to hold himself back all day craving you wanting you under him as he takes you over and over but Freddy has to keep himself restrained until then, unfortunately it doesn't help with the way that you move your body and how even the simplest things he finds very attractive like putting away laundry and cleaning dishes
Even at work the temptations are so hard to resist when you wear the Fazbear uniform hugging every curve that he can see, but the most attractive thing to him is when you interact with kids seeing the way you treat as if they're your own just makes him want you more
Freddy couldn't hold himself back anymore and asked you to meet him in the back of FazerBlast where he'll rip off the uniform and tenderly touching you, always teasing you by avoiding the most sensitives areas making you beg for more
Taking his time eating you out as you cover your mouth from moaning even though the sounds and music of FazerBlast can be heard loudly even in the backrooms, Freddy will remove your hands saying that he wants to hear your beautiful voice even if it means he gets in trouble for it
Dragging your fingers down his back as he thrusts into you hard and slow taking in the scene infront of him with your disheveled hair and makeup, the outline of his cock inside you visible as he fucks you against the wall, cum dripping out as he does
Monty
Can't and won't hold himself back as he touches you at every chance he gets even if in public and in front of friends too as if telling them to back off, even to the point where he slides his under your clothes no matter how many times you push his hand away with a snarky remark
Whenever you're near Monty will get handsy with you for a moment then move on to what he was gonna do leaving you flushed and embarrassed as you try to straighten yourself out, he'll do it in front of the person you're talking with maybe he'll even cut into your clothes a little around your legs and butt as if telling them that you're his and his alone
Getting you alone was the hard part but it didn't prove to be too difficult when Cassie invited Gregory for a sleepover at her place then your work giving you a half day letting you come home earlier then usual, when you arrive home he'll tell that Gregory is at Cassie for the weekend and that you both have the house to yourselves
Monty doesn't waste time as he rips off your clothes and taking you every in the house on the table, the couch, in the hallway and in front of the window, grunting about how he loves you that you're everything, he's everything that you'll need from now on
He won't stop until he knows you're full of his cum changing positions every now and then from standing to sitting, suspending you in his arms so you have no control to letting you top him, then afterwards Monty will put a plug in you for the day or at least until he ready for another round
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Could you do some Yandere Mike Schimit hc?
𝚈𝚊𝚗!��𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚝 𝙷𝙲𝚜
𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: 𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚗
𝙰𝚜𝚔: 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚝 𝙷𝙲𝚜
𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, a bit of sfw
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Mike is extraordinarily possessive of you, convinced that you belong to him and only him. He’s fiercely protective, often going to extreme lengths to keep you safe, even if it means eliminating anyone he perceives as a threat, or beating the ever-living shit out of a man in public for eyeing you…Any sign of closeness between you and another person triggers intense jealousy in him. He becomes volatile and irrationally angry, often resulting in him isolating you from the outside world.
Mike uses his affections as a tool for manipulation, employing sweet words and gestures to keep you under his control. He’ll guilt-trip or emotionally manipulate you into staying close, or even use Abby as to why you need to stay. Abby needs you of course, you are like a big sister to her. Why would you want to leave her?
He collects personal items belonging to you, considering them as prized possessions. These could range from something as simple as a hairpin to more intimate belongings…
His idea of protection extends to controlling your actions and choices, dictating what you can or cannot do to ensure your safety, regardless of your wishes.
If Mike perceives someone as a threat to you or your relationship, he won’t hesitate to take drastic measures to kill them from the picture, showing a dull and ominous side.
His behavior oscillates between intense affection and possessiveness to erratic outbreaks of bitterness or aggression, making you feel constantly on edge around him.
If you one day you were scared shitless of him Mike would likely become even more vigilant and overprotective, constantly assuring you of your safety in his presence. He might restrict your movements further, believing it’s for your own good. He may apologize for frightening you but in a possessive manner, reassuring you that he’ll never let anyone or anything hurt you, perhaps showering you with excessive attention and gifts to prove his devotion.
His treatment could be a rollercoaster of extremes—swinging between overwhelming displays of love, affection, and promises of protection to moments of intense possessiveness and controlling behavior…but In rare vulnerable moments, he might show glimpses of remorse for scaring you, promising to change or control his temper, but his possessiveness often overshadows any true change.
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Hello can I request a yandere concept between ennard (hope I spelled it right) with a reader who finds out the truth about them that they aren’t actually Micheal? It can be platonic or romantic I’m not good picking ( I hope you have a nice day btw!)
Sure! So sorry for the long wait, I hope it was worth it :(
Read this as a supplementary concept to this one
Yandere! Ennard with Darling realizing they aren't Michael
Supplementary Concept
Pairing: Platonic/Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Stalking, Body horror, Disturbing descriptions, Clingy behavior, Isolation, Implied kidnapping, Blood, Vomit, Forced companionship.
Let's be honest, at a certain point you can tell when Michael isn't Michael.
As his friend, you know him.
You've known his trauma and might have even been a childhood friend.
So when he disappears for a few days... and returns acting strange... you originally think maybe he's just sick or upset.
He doesn't seem to remember much about you... and while he looks like Michael for the most part...
It all feels too uncanny.
There's various issues going on that's described in the previous concept.
Multiple personalities, twitching, odd smells, purple skin, glowing eyes, mechanical whirring....
Ennard is unable to replicate Michael completely.
There's always something off.
It doesn't help that Ennard becomes obsessed... often stalking and visiting you in their tattered disguise.
Honestly, it won't take you long before you learn the truth.
You can figure it out yourself.
At first you had just been keeping an eye on Michael to make sure he was okay after his absence.
But now... as you notice the smell and uncanny nature... there's just no hiding it.
Ennard is aware of their time limit.
They just thought they'd have more time.
However, Ennard nearly freezes when you pull them aside.
They see the concern in your eyes, along with the fear when you're met with a glowing gaze.
"Michael... what's wrong?"
Ennard struggles with a response, doing their best to replicate Michael's speech once again.
"Nothing's wrong...?"
"Don't you dare lie to me!"
Ennard pauses at your sudden... assertive tone.
If they could sweat... they would.
"What do you mean?"
"You never went to the hospital to get checked, you don't seem right... and that smell! You smell like a... corpse."
Ennard twitches, making you jump a bit.
Corpse... you poor thing, too smart for your own good.
"... we thought we could enjoy you a little bit longer..."
"Michael" murmurs, looking saddened.
"We? What do you mean 'We'?"
"We aren't Michael... but we wish we were so we could stay."
Mechanical whirring echoes in the room as you notice Michael's purple skin tear.
You back up, nausea setting in as the smell gets worse.
Sickening snaps and rips echo in the room... blood pooling down and staining the... thing.
The sight makes you lurch over and vomit, the stress and smell squeezing your stomach in an uncomfortable vice.
Like some sort of stomach churning alien... Ennard emerges from the skin of your friend.
You nearly lose your stomach again as the mechanical beast stumbles forward... an amalgamated circus clown of robotic parts.
"We don't want to say goodbye..."
The robot murmurs sadly, stepping forward as you scramble to stay back.
"Maybe we don't have to...! Maybe you can stay...."
You go to try and leave, only for the mangle of parts to pounce.
Wires dig into your skin like claws... situating you in place like a trap.
Ennard's many mechanical eyes stare down at you.
They take in your scared expression and giggle.
"You're our friend now... we're so much better than Michael."
The robot coos towards you, grip tight and unrelenting.
"We'll be your friend forever... you just have to come with us."
You struggle the best you can, but the wires dig too deep.
"Your fear is funny... but don't be scared...."
You're walked towards the backdoor of your home, the robot giggling.
"We'll take you away... so It's just us and you! If you fight us..."
The robot hisses... turning you so you stare at their bloody face plates.
"We have other ways of keeping you with us forever..."
Your mind flashes to thoughts of Michael... and you learn it's better if you cooperate.
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𖥔 ࣪ ㅤ۪ 🪷 🪺 ⸺ 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐭 !
♫ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 — 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞
˚ ✩ 🥕 ｡ ˚ ✧ * ｡ 🧤
𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬
( 📦 ) . . . 𝗔 𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗘 𝗜𝗡 𝗡𝗘𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗞𝗔, 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗺𝗶𝗱𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂.
𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
( 📦 ) . . . 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.
𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
( 📦 ) . . . 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.
𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬
( 📦 ) . . . 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.
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The Shy Superstar! (Headcanons/Scenario) Yandere Glamrock Chica X Shy Reader X Yandere Roxanne Wolf (FNAF: Security Breach)
[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! And Welcome back to another update! This one is with Yandere Glamrock Chica X Shy Female Reader X Yandere Roxy so please do enjoy this!]
[Disclaimer: Roxy and Glamrock Chica are not Yandere in canon. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all simping for fictional yanderes and fictional characters is fine! Just do not be gross or illegal about it! Also, separate headcanons from canon and fiction from reality! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life!]
-Headcanons-
.Roxy and Chica are a bit more likely to get along.
.That is when it comes to you.
.There are still arguments though.
.Roxy is insecure if you love her the most or not.
.Chica and her anxiety that causes her to eat nothing but pizzas.
.They also were not the best at sharing you with each other.
.Causing them to bicker a LOT
.They both want your attention all the time and very rarely can agree that they both get equal attention.
Roxy is The firm and rule-setting one of the two.
.While chica is more relaxed and goes with the flow.
.They both are SUPER protective of you...
.If anyone was to hurt you?
.They would be in the trash compactor and or run down at Roxy raceway.
.They are playing for keeps.
.They would, in the end, agree to share with you.
.As long as they both play nice.
.They would confess to you together, and there is no choice but to accept their love.
.They could easily hide you in a broom closet and keep you.
.That way, they would never ever lose you.
.They also are not afraid to keep you in line. Drugging and maybe disabling you to keep you by their sides.
(NOW ONTO THE SCENARIO)
(No One's POV)
(Name) sat at the table, her little sister was having her birthday party at the pizzaplex. She was busy downing fizzy faz and eating all the odd shape pizza. (Name) look at the crowd. She wanted to go up and play the games but could not bring herself to. So she sat. That is when Chica and Roxy came over. They had been watching you, and you did not even notice.
"Hello!" Chica chirps. "What is a cutie like you doing all alone here?"
Instantly (Name) blushed and tried to sink into the floor. Oh NO! "I-I-I w-wan-want t-to be al-alone." She struggled to get out, her stutter bad.
"Well, that will not do, Superstar!" Roxy says and takes (Name) hand, pulling her up. "Me and Chica are going to show you the best time!"
"N-No th-th-that is o-ok!" (Name) stutters out, but the two female animatronics did not listen and take (Name) to the dance floor. Dancing with her in a way that made the poor adult seem overwhelmed.
Next, they take her and have dinner with her. Before she knows it, it was closing.
"Shit!" She cursed. "I have to g-"
Suddenly she felt a sharp hit to the back of her head, and she drops to the ground Like a sack of potatoes.
"Do not worry, chickadee, you will be safe with us!" Chica says.
"Yes, you are ours, after all!" Roxy says and picks (Name) up.
They led her to their rooms. Where the bounds and gagged her. She will understand their love soon enough.
[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done, I hope you all enjoyed this and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]
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#☆ yandere glamrock freddy !¡ headcanons
(this is my first time writing something so bear with me 😭 it was kinda rushed near the end)
cw: possessive behaviour, overprotectiveness, slightly controlling, slight stockholm syndrome, slightly manipulative, typical yandere behaviour you would expect
- for starters as you would expect and just like everyone else would agree, glamrock freddy is a much more tame yandere
- he’s definitely not out for blood and would in no way physically harm you or others unless absolutely pushed to do so (and only then he would hurt others if absolutely necessary)
- but he will absolutely guilt trip you with those sweet eyes of his and insist that he’s the only one who could really protect you and keep you safe from the harsh reality of the world and all of its cruelties
- whether you’re an employee at the mega pizza plex or simply a customer who stops by when they can, you manage to catch the bots eye on day one
- for example let’s say we went with the idea that you were an employee that worked for the massive place, it would be your first day and of course the usual anxieties of starting something new start to overwhelm you a little
- especially since your main duties would be maintenance work on the big four
- and who else but freddy would immediately pick up on the fact that you were nervous on your first day and happily offer guidance and reassurance
- i mean he practically spends the whole day with you glued to your hip, or at least as much as he can, what with being the big man himself
- but as soon as any shows or birthday parties were finally over with freddy would immediately find his way to wherever you were and fret over how you were doing without him
- had you taken enough breaks? did you drink enough water? did you have something to eat on break? have customers and coworkers been nice to you? have his band mates been treating you well? did you miss him?
- all of these are questions that freddy would fire off rapidly due to worry
- eventually, after some time working at the pizza plex, you open up to freddy about how the monotony of work was getting to you
- and that having to deal with shitty coworkers and customers five days a week was utterly exhausting
- that’s when the idea clicked in the bots head
- freddy could tell you were tired and so who better than him to rescue you from all of that stress and nonsense?
- he just knew that he was the only who could keep you happy and content, even if that meant locking you away in his room
- “but superstar… you shouldn’t have to worry about such silly things like work. you’re too precious to be so stressed out and tired. so let me take care of you from now on. I promise I can make you happy in here with me. It’ll be just us…. forever and ever”
- and a part of that delusional offer does sound tempting you have to admit, to have the glamrock freddy care for you and look after you, but at the end of the day escape still lingered in the back of your mind
- the same could be said if you were a customer as well
- only difference is that freddy would have first met you after his performance, he recognized you from all the cheering you did, it was incredibly endearing
- after that freddy would eagerly wait for you, counting down the days until your next visit and celebrating each and every time you stopped by
- but he would still just as easily find a way to convince you to come with him in his room to spend time together
- “come on superstar! it’s been too long since we last got to hang out, let’s catch up in my room! i have plenty of time before my next show”
- and who wouldn’t trust the big ol’ sweetheart?
- that’s when you would find yourself with the door locking heavily behind you and freddy managing to slip you a nighttime candy or two
- “shhh now superstar, i’ve got you, you’re finally safe now with me” and that would be the last thing you hear before your whole world slowly fades to black
“we were meant for each other, no one else can love you the way i do, so let’s stay together forever…. alright?”
#yandere#yandere writing#fnaf#fnaf yandere#yandere security breach#yandere glamrock freddy#yandere headcanons#fnaf yandere headcanons#fnaf sb yandere headcanons#yandere x reader#yandere fnaf x reader#yandere security breach x reader#gender neutral reader#five nights at freddys#fnaf security breach#glamrock freddy#<3#my writing
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If only Y/N understood his troubles 😞
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