Fnaf X Reader - Blog Posts

•No es una buena persona, pero eso seguro ya lo sabes.

•¿Por qué insistes en quedarte?

•Es egoísta y no piensa en ti. Eres la única interesada en la relación, si es que así se le puede llamar a lo que tienen.

•Te considera una molestia, pero se ofenderá si te alejas de él.

•Tendrá grandes expectativas sobre ti, eres su "pareja" y tienes que estar a su altura.

•No esperes muestras de afecto, él no puede ofrecerte algo que nunca recibió.

•No te atrevas a cuestionarlo, sus palabras y opiniones son ley.

•Relación tóxica en su máxima expresión.

•Honestamente, ¿Por qué te gusta? ¿Por qué él?

• Light Yagami, Muzan Kibutsuji, Zeke Jaeger, William Afton...

I want to write fan fiction but I need ideas and characters please! 😭 I can never thing of anything-

Things accepted are:

SEXUALITY/GENDERS:

~Any!! (Bi, les, gay, pan, ace, poly, etc.)

~Any!! ( Afab, amab, Ftm, mtf, genderfluid, nb, etc.)

FANDOMS:

~ MHA/BNHA

~ FNAF Security Breach

~ Monster High

~ Percy Jackson ( I have the books, movies, and watched all of the show! so I am fully equipt to write about them! )

~ Sam and Colby

~ Avatar ( James Cameron )

~ OITNB

~HxH

~BTS ( any K-pop group )

~Harry Potter ( books and movies too! )

~My Babysitters a Vampire

~ Stardew valley

~ Game of Thrones

And tons of others ( I'll make a list sometime this week or next of everyone I'll write! If there are any requests then I can and most likely will write for them after doing the needed research! )

I will do smut 100%, fluff 100%, angst 100%, just give me ideas and I’ll tell you if I can or can’t do it ;)

Y/N: I’m so useless-

Roxanne: Hey! Don’t you dare say that about yourself! My S/O is awesome! Bitch we can fight if you talk about yourself like that again, I’ll throw these hands!

Y/N talking bad about themselves and Roxanne isn’t having it

Y/N: You’re just so… Ugh!

Monty: Handsome? Definitely 😏

Just imagining Y/N upset at Monty and Monty is just trying to flirt his way out of the argument 😂

He probably started the argument smh

𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘! 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫! 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐅𝐍𝐚𝐅 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟? 𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞! 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐍𝐚𝐅 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 "𝐍𝐨, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐍𝐚𝐅."

Hello, my dear!

My name is Touya, Michikatsu, or any name you're comfortable calling me!

This is my writing blog

My main is: @g0dwat3r

My pronouns are She/They

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DNI:

If you support incest, such as shipping Aym x Baal, Any of the Demon Brothers x Another Demon Brother, etc

If you support r4p3

If you support M@Ps/P3d0philia

Because I'm sure people will ask, proshippers are allowed on my blog. As long as you keep it in fiction, that's fine by me.

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Fandoms I write For:

Key: Italics - I'll write for it, no questions asked! Bold and Italics - I love these fandoms, and I love to write for them! Please send asks about them!!!

Cult of the Lamb

Black Clover

Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

The Originals/The Vampire Diaries (Not Legacies, sorry!)

Sanders Sides

Undertale

Deltarune

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu No Yaiba

My Hero Academia

Harry Potter

Markiplier (& Egos)

Jacksepticeye (& Egos)

Five Nights at Freddy's (Games & Movie)

Slashers

ACOTAR (A Court of Thorns and Roses) series

Assassination Classroom

Billie Bust Up

Bendy and the Ink Machine

Twilight

The Amazing Digital Circus

Disney's Twisted Wonderland

Obey Me: One Master to Rule Them All (This also includes Nightbringer!)

Sk8 the Infinity

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Do:

Character x Reader (Romantic or Platonic)

Character x Child!Reader (Platonic)

Angst/No Comfort

Angst/Comfort

Fluff

Slightly Suggestive

Don't:

P3d0philia

Incest

Smut

R4p3

Character x Character

Character x OC

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Go ahead and send in asks! I'm always happy to write whatever you have in mind!

But please don't just say: _________ x reader angst/fluff

Please give me a little bit of an idea of what you want!

Thank you!

𖤓 - completed series

ʚɞ - smut

જ⁀➴ - personal favorite

✬ - series

𝕯 - dark

ׂ╰┈➤ FALLOUT

ೃ⁀➷ Cooper Howard

how about a nuke? 𖤓જ⁀➴

the end of the beginning ✬ʚɞ

in love crazy ft. Barb

ׂ╰┈➤ MARVEL

ೃ⁀➷ Bucky Barnes

paranormal love જ⁀➴

ׂ╰┈➤ FNAF

ೃ⁀➷ Mike Schmidt

haunted past 𝕯

haunted past

Mike Schmidt x fem!reader

a/n: WARNING: loose recollection of the movie bc I don’t have the energy to rewatch it lol. I’m not planning on following games/book lore bc I don’t have the time to rewatch the eight-hour YouTube video covering it all. So, forgive me if I take some creative liberty. (Dark subjects following the themes of the movie/games below the cut, including the murder of children)

Summary: You'd thought you'd left the past behind. You never thought you'd be back at this place. It's the source of your every waking nightmare and the worst day of your life. Freddy Fazbear's is the catalyst of where your life went wrong, but when Abby's life is on the line, you have no other choice. Can you survive another night at Freddy's? (Part of my Halloween Palooza)

The door creaks open, one eye peeking through the crack. Mike taps his foot impatiently. He glances briefly down at Abby. She’s practically giddy with excitement as she waits for you to open the door. He knows it's only because you’ll let her watch whatever she wants on TV and don’t enforce bedtime. 

He hates having to resort to bugging you about this. It’s not like he can pay you for all the times you’ve watched his sister. Relying on you for free labor isn’t exactly the best lead into asking you out—not that he thinks you’d actually give him a chance. 

“Christ,” you prop the door open, just barely wide enough for your frame to fit in. You’re not especially welcoming. “What do you want now?”

Abby breaks free from his hold. She shoves through you and rushes into your house. You scoff, turning slightly to watch her. Mike rubs the back of his neck and grimaces. “Don’t tell me,” you stop him before he even gets a chance to start. “You’re back for unpaid labor?”

Mike’s face screwed up, even if it’s true, it still stings to hear. “Look, I’m sorry, I wouldn’t-”

“Do this if you didn’t have to,” you finish for him. With a brief sigh, you close the door and step outside with him. You’re in some of the skimpiest shorts he’s ever seen and an inappropriately flattering tank top. He’s struggling, as he usually does, not to just bolt. 

He finds you hard to talk to. Not just because of his usual aversion to the general public, but simply because of how intimidating you are. Besides your already blunt personality, he’s rarely ever had a crush this intense before. It’s hard to stomach these feelings, especially when he knows there’s nothing to be done about it. 

“I’ve heard the spiel before, Mike.” His face screws up at the bluntness of your words. You’re normally like this but you seem especially annoyed tonight. You take a seat on the rocking chair on your tiny porch and nod towards the other one. He takes it as a win that you’re not just kicking him to the curb.

You’ve made this place a home more than he’s bothered to. You’ve got a few potted plants littered around the porch, chairs, and your little glass table with an ashtray he’s never even seen you use. You don’t seem like a plant kind of girl, but they're doing better than any he’s ever attempted to take care of. 

“What is it this time, anyway? And what happened to your other babysitter?”

He rolls his eyes at the mention of Max. “I haven’t been able to get in touch with her all day. She just left Abby home alone the other night.” Your eyes narrow with anger and you let out a loud huff. 

“What a bitch,” you mutter, tucking your legs into your chest. 

Mike shrugs and picks at the hem of his sweatshirt. He hates talking to you, he doesn’t know how to. He never knows if what he’s saying is irritating you or not, you’re so hard to read. He barely knows anything about you, yet you’re the closest thing to a friend he’s ever got. 

“I’ve got a new job-”

“You didn’t tell me that,” you interrupt, and you almost sound… hurt? He doesn’t want to read too much into it, but he still offers you a whispered apology anyway. 

“I’ve been pretty busy, all this shit with my aunt and rent,” he gestures vaguely to his house across from yours and lets out a tired sigh. His head falls into his hands and he scrubs his hands down his face. He hates burdening you with his problems. It’s not on you to be his on-call babysitter and therapist. 

You place a light hand on his arm and for a moment he thinks he might be dreaming. You lean forward, forcing him to meet your eye. “Rent? Look,” your face screws up awkwardly and you force the next words out, “I’ve got money.”

“No,” he immediately interrupts, jerking away from your touch as his face sets in anger. He’s a lot of things, but he’s not a beggar. He’s not telling you this to get a handout. “No, I don’t want your money.”

You scoff and cross your arms, glaring at him. “I’m not offering it freely. Consider it a loan, alright?” He opens his mouth and you cut him off with a pissed-off look. “Just shut up and wait here.” You get up, slipping back inside your home. He hears you through the open window as you greet Abby. 

“How’s school?” You ask, rummaging through something. 

“I don’t know, fine,” she answers vaguely. 

He can hear you scoff in amusement, “Yeah, I hated school too.”

“Mac and cheese later?”

The door opens and you call a, “Sure, kid,” over your shoulder. It’s another reason he likes bringing Abby over to your place. You seem to be the only person she’s willing to give more than two words to. Besides, you can actually get her to eat somehow. 

You approach him with a slip of paper in your hand. You shove it into his unwilling hands and he lets out a rough sigh when he sees it’s a check. “Don’t argue,” you snap, sitting back in your chair and refusing to make eye contact with him. “You’ll pay me back.”

He says your name and you shake your head, clearly uncomfortable. “Forget it, just tell me about the new job.”

He scratches the back of his head, debating whether or not he should thank you for the help. It’s not a lot, he knows you’ve got about as much to spare as he does, and he’ll still need to finish this job. However, it is enough to put some food on the table without worrying about every penny. 

Still, you look incredibly disturbed by your own generosity, so he pockets the check and figures he’ll think of a different way to thank you. “It’s a security gig.”

“Really?” You smirk and turn towards him. “Someone hired you after what happened at the mall?” You give him a disbelieving look and he can feel the way his face heats up in embarrassment. 

“Yeah, well it’s pretty creepy. It’s at the old abandoned pizza place. Freddy Fazbear’s.”

Any amusement on your face is drained and you give him a horror-struck look. “What’d you say?” You whisper, voice stricken by something he can’t decipher. For a moment, he doesn’t even want to answer you. 

You’re completely unrecognizable, the usual stoicism he faces is replaced with absolute terror. “Um,” his brows scrunch in confusion and he clears his throat awkwardly, “Freddy Fazbear’s.”

Abruptly, you jump up from your seat and rush away from him. He watches as you run back to the door, his confusion only rising. He calls out your name but you just shake your head. “I gotta head inside, watch the kid.” It’s a rushed excuse and one he sees right through. “You should go.”

He doesn’t get a chance to question you as you slam the door closed. He gets up, but the lock clicks, and the window slams shut. Mike stands in front of your house, absolutely shocked by what just happened. He’s too confused to be concerned, wondering how what he just told you could have elicited that reaction. 

With a low exhale he turns on his heel and walks back to his car. He throws one last glance over his shoulder at your house, but you’ve clicked off the porch light, completely blocking him out. 

He shakes his head in astonishment, getting in the car and driving off to the pizza place. What the hell was wrong with you?

You’re glad Abby is in the bathroom as you catch your breath. Your back is plastered to your door, chest heaving as you fight off the oncoming panic attack. The last thing you need right now is her pestering you about what’s wrong. 

You clench your eyes shut, but when you do all you see is a golden back and the sharp glint of a knife. Your hand drifts towards your abdomen, subconsciously lingering over the scar. Your eyes shoot open and you shake your head, trying to force the memories of the night away. 

You haven’t heard that name in years, haven’t thought of it. You’d thought you’d gotten rid of it entirely. You should have known better, it was always going to haunt you. If you were less of a coward you would have moved away years ago and let the past be buried entirely. But you just couldn’t fully let him go, could you? 

The sink runs and the door is thrown open as Abby comes back to the living room. You force yourself away from the door and offer her a tense smile. Her eyes narrow in suspicion and it’s the first time you’ve despised how clever she is. 

“What’re you drawing?” You rush the words out, voice tight and panicked. You just need to distract yourself. You need to think about anything but that damn place. 

Her suspicion gives way to her typical eagerness to shove her sketches in your face. You don’t know much about kids, but you know she’s not what people consider normal. Not that you mind. However, you’ve never been a big fan of children in general, they bring about bad memories for you. Watching Abby so regularly was happenstance when you greeted Mike as they moved in. 

You’d never been the type to have freshly baked cookies and a welcome wagon for everyone in the neighborhood. For the most part, you all pretty much steered clear of each other. But Mike was cute and you felt like flirting for a little bit. 

You hadn’t expected him to be quite so awkward, or for there to be a kid. In a desperate attempt to end the conversation and escape how stilted the whole thing was, you offered help if he ever needed it. And he needed a lot. 

Now, your weekends have turned from one-night stands and hanging out with people you barely consider friends, to watching cartoons with a kid. You don’t mind it, but you’d prefer it if her brother were there to join you both. His stunted personality has a certain charm you find yourself drawn to. 

“Here,” Abby takes a seat on the floor and you join her. You tap your fingers against your thigh, trying to soothe your heartbeat back to a normal rate. Your mind is racing in a million different directions as you take the picture from her. 

It doesn’t help, if anything, you feel even worse. Bile and terror make for a bad combination as you stare down at her crudely drawn “friend.”

“That’s Freddy,” she tells you. “Chica, and Bonnie,” she’s all smiles as she points to the different caricatures. All you can do is nod, eyes peeled on the blue bunny. 

“You’ve been with Mike to the new job, huh?” Your voice is airy as you flip the paper over and shove it away. Abby frowns, snatching it back from you and smoothing out the wrinkles your grip left behind. 

“No. These are my friends.” 

Terror makes way for concern as you slowly turn towards her. “What?” You ask quietly, not wanting to believe what you’re hearing.

“They’re my friends,” she repeats slowly, giving you a disbelieving look. She turns away from you, huffing and picking up her crayons again. You scramble to your feet, rushing to get away from her. You grab your phone book and run to the landline. You go over the F’s a million times, but you can’t find Fazbear’s number anywhere. 

The entire night is turned into one long, agonizing wait for Mike to return home. You find yourself unable to eat or sleep. You move like you’re walking through a fog. Make Abby dinner, wait for her to pass out, and put her to bed. Then you sit and stare at the blank screen of the TV, just waiting for a knock on your door. 

At 5:30, you finally hear it. You shoot off the couch, rushing towards the door and throwing it open. You know you must look insane, eyes wide and face drained of blood as you drag Mike inside. 

He stumbles from your grip, giving you an affronted look as you slam the door closed behind him. He glances over his shoulder, making sure Abby isn’t woken up by the noise. “You need to quit!” You shove the words out in one rushed jumble. 

His brows furrow and he shakes his head, not quite understanding you. “What?” He asks, scoffing and looking away from you. He glances towards the messy couch and then back at you. “Have you been awake the whole night?”

“Mike,” you grab him by the shoulders, squeezing until he winces from your touch. “I need you to fucking listen to me, you cannot go back. You can’t go back.”

He places his hands over yours, threading his fingers through yours and trying to ease your grip off of him. Neither of you pays attention to the fact that he doesn’t let go. “What are you talking about? I can’t just quit.”

“Mike,” your voice carries a desperation you rarely let yourself show. You know that it’s difficult for people to read you. You’re aloof on purpose, anything to keep people away. But right now, you need him to recognize how vulnerable you’re being. You need him to see the fear and panic on your face and just fucking listen to you. 

“You need to leave that place behind and not look back, okay?”

He takes a step back from you and you know you’ve gone too far. You should have played it cool and approached the subject like a normal person would. But there’s nothing normal about Freddy Fazbear’s and you need him to know that. 

Instead, all you’ve done is properly terrify him away from you. He releases your hands like they’re hot irons and stumbles a few steps away from you. He has a placating smile on his face as he nods his head shallowly. “Alright, sure,” he mutters, not meaning a word of what he says. “I’m gonna get Abby. Need to get her to school soon.”

He rushes down the hall and you let yourself fall into your kitchen chair. Your head drops into your hands and a hollow pit of despair opens up inside you. You did this all wrong. You always do. Every time you try and help someone it turns back around on you. No one believed you the first time, why would they now?

You hear him walk past you, Abby’s grumpy voice demanding to know why she can’t stay longer. “Now,” he snaps, opening the door and pushing her out. It closes and you finally lift your head, expecting them both to be gone. 

Instead, Mike lingers by the door, he has a concerned look on his face as he approaches you. He kneels and opens his mouth with a low huff of breath, “Look,” his hands hover over yours like he wants to hold them. You tuck them away before he can, not willing to make eye contact with him. He shakes his head, stopping himself from whatever he was going to say. 

He stands back up, glancing down at you with a frown. “Just try and get some sleep.”

That’s rich coming from him, but you don’t bother saying anything. You only nod your head, willing him to just get the hell out of your house and take his sister with him. You tried, you can’t say that you didn’t. 

The door slams closed and you flinch at the noise, a flash of blue darting across your vision. You know it’s not real, it’s just a product of your lack of sleep. You can’t help searching for a pair of blue bunny ears, though. 

Dread sinks deep in your gut as you think of losing the closest thing to a friend you’ve had in years. Preemptive grief weighs heavy on you as you get up and throw yourself onto your couch. You imagine the pain of losing Mike and let it be what lulls you into a restless sleep. 

As insane as you were behaving yesterday, Mike still has little choice but to ask you to babysit once more. He hesitates, something is clearly going on with you. He’s never witnessed anything beyond vague disinterest in your interactions. 

How you acted yesterday would be out of character for anyone, but coming from you, he’s worried that there might be something seriously wrong with you. He doesn’t need to burden you further with his sister, but he needs this job. He’s backed between a rock and a hard place. 

He decides to come over without Abby, just to try and gauge how stressed you might be. Your porch light is on as he approaches the house, but he doesn’t see your car anywhere. He’s hoping it’s parked down the street. 

He didn’t give you much notice that he was coming over, but you rarely leave the house. When he first moved in, you were gone every night and there was a new car besides yours every other week. 

Nowadays though, you seem content to be a homebody most of the time. He’s about to knock on your door when he notices something pink shoved under the ashtray on your table. He frowns, his confusion only deepens when he sees his name scrawled in your unusually messy handwriting. 

He unfolds the paper, eyes roving over the words in disbelief. 

Mike, 

In case you need my unpaid services again, call someone else. I’ve got a date tonight that I’m not gonna reschedule to deal with a kid that isn’t even mine. Maybe you’re right, you really should just give her up to her aunt. God knows you don’t know what you’re doing. You’re a bad friend, but you’re a worse brother. Stop dragging me into your mess and just sort your life out. 

The further he reads, the more angry he gets. The paper is crumpled under his tight grip and he cusses as he tosses it into your rosebush. He doesn’t know what crawled up your ass and died, but he doesn’t feel like dealing with it tonight. 

As angry as he is, that you could throw something like that in his face, he still can’t help but worry about you. There’s something very wrong with you, lately. But it’s not his problem to solve, you’ve made that abundantly clear. 

You fiddle with the rings on your fingers, gnawing on your lip as your eyes dart out the window of your beat-up car. The longer you sit in this parking lot, the more guilt you feel. You know you wrote what you did for the best, but it doesn’t ease the sting of regret. 

You wrote some nasty shit to Mike, throwing his deepest insecurities back at him like it meant nothing. But you needed to make sure he didn’t come looking for you. You needed insurance that after all this he wouldn’t want anything to do with you. 

Freddy Fazbear’s dilapidated sign looms over you and you could almost cry looking up at it. You’ve run from this moment for so long. You’ve kept your back stubbornly to the past and refused to look. 

Surging memories have been buried in alcohol and sex. Remembrances of the past have been erased. You cut off your family, friends, and anyone who knew what happened to you. Yet, you couldn’t leave this town. You could never leave him behind, not when you know he’s still in there. 

The taste of bile has laid thick on your tongue since last night. You haven’t had a moment of true rest since hearing that name again, since seeing Abby’s picture. Never, have you labeled yourself as selfless or a hero. The whole reason you’re in this mess is because you’re a coward, through and through. 

Now, in an ironic twist of fate, you sit in the parking lot of your childhood and you wait to sacrifice yourself to some higher entity so Abby might have a chance of surviving. You know that what you’re hoping to accomplish tonight is a pipe dream, that you’re more likely going to die than you are to achieve anything fruitful. But you’re never going to be able to live with yourself if something happens to Mike and Abby and you don’t do anything. 

You can’t have someone else's blood on your hands again. You left Jeremy behind. You’re not going to do the same to them. You check the clock on your radio and suck in a deep breath. Adrenaline rushes through you as the sun slowly sets behind the pizza place. 

Your blood is tingling with the anticipation of being spilled. There’s a phantom twinge of pain from the scar on your stomach. You wince through it, turning off the car and throwing the door open. You’re praying that you’ve left Mike without a babysitter and he won’t show up to his shift tonight. 

You round the back of the pizzeria, frowning at the chain on the handle of the door. You brought bolt cutters for a reason, but you were hoping you might be granted a silent entrance. You cut through the chains and they clatter to the pavement, the noise echoes through the quickly darkening sky. 

You roll your eyes, pushing the rusted door open and slipping inside. So much for the element of surprise. The hinges creak behind you and you whirl around, grasping for the handle. The door slams shut with a loud slam before you can stop it. 

You shrink into yourself, glancing over your shoulder, already expecting someone to be standing at the other end of the hall. Instead, it remains empty. You don’t know if that's better or worse than what you were expecting. 

You pull your flashlight out of your back pocket, shine it down the hall, and step silently over the tipped-over filing cabinets. The place is nothing like you remember it. Gone are the bright neon lights and the sound of children’s laughter. 

Instead, it’s replaced by cobwebs, flickering lights, and a haunting silence that has chills rising along your arms. You keep one hand along the wall, ignoring the way dust seeps into the cracks of your palms. Your light darts between the ground and the cavernous dark before you. 

There’s a suspicious shadow at the end of this hall that you don’t trust. It’s too dark, and you swear you feel eyes following you. But you can’t tell which direction they’re coming from. Something loud cranks at the end of the hall, the sound of gears grinding together stops you where you are. 

You freeze, breath coming in short bursts of air as you slowly tilt the light towards the shadow. Before you can see what it is, a shrill, childish scream rips through the air. “Abby!” You shout, rushing towards the noise, ignoring the noises following quickly behind you. You burst through the door at the other end of the hall and freeze when you see Mike fighting off the cupcake. 

You rush towards him, slamming the bolt cutters through the faux frosting before it rips his fucking arm off. He stares up at you in shock, he’s already covered in blood and bandages and you can’t even begin to wonder what happened to him. 

He mutters your name in disbelief and you stumble back from him, letting the bolt cutters and animatronic drop to the ground. “Mike, what the hell are you doing here?”

He jumps to his feet, speaking to you with an accusatory tone, “What are you doing here? I thought you had a date,” you don’t miss the jealousy in his tone and you scoff. 

“You almost had your arm gnawed off by an animatronic, do you really think this is the time for that?”

He opens his mouth, to argue or concede you’re not sure, and another scream rips through you both. You turn towards the side door and your face screws up in fear. “Tell me I’m wrong, tell me that’s not Abby.”

His answer is shoving past you, shouting his sister’s name. You follow after him, barreling through another door and stumbling back as you watch the scene before you. Foxy paces across the room, dragging his hook along the old arcade games. 

Mike dives to the right, ducking behind a booth. You see his head begin to tilt towards you and you rush towards the stage, hiding behind it while you look around for Abby. You can’t see her anywhere and you don’t know if you should be relieved or throwing up. 

Something loud clanks above you and the walls of the stage tremor under your hands. You clamp your lips together, swallowing down a whimper as you slink further down the stage. The wood vibrates again and you can’t help the slight gasp you let out. 

Something clamps down on your shoulder, fuzzy and blue. You feel the metal pushing against the plush of the suit and he squeezes until you hear your shoulder cracking. There’s nothing that can stop the scream from ripping out of you as your bone shatters under his grip. Mike turns just as you're dragged onto the stage. 

You’ve only got one arm you can feel now. The other drags along the wood, longer than it should be. You can’t even feel the pain, your blood is pumping so hard you’re blind to it. You lash out at the hand holding you, groping for wires and pulling the second you feel them. 

It makes his grip loosen just enough for you to wiggle away from him. You’ve got oil coating your hand, blood drips down your arm. You can’t look, you know if you do, you’ll see your bones poking through your skin. If you look, you’ll pass out and there’s no telling what they’ll do to you then. 

His eyes narrow in on you and you scramble weakly on your one good arm. Freddy’s disappeared, and you don’t know where to. You can only look on in horror as Bonnie stalks towards you. Dying at the hands of the friend you’d left behind. It seems poetic, in a way. But you know this isn’t him. This is what that bastard has twisted him into. 

His good hand reaches out towards you and you do the only thing you can think of. “Jeremy!” He pauses, the orange light illuminating his plastic eyes flickering out only for a second. For a brief moment, you can see the frightened child within him once more. 

Then, something latches onto the back of your hair and slams your head down until the world goes dark. 

You glance around the pizzaplex, smiling as Jeremy blows out his candles. His parents hover behind him, bickering silently between each other. Jeremy looks at them, his big smile fading when he sees them fighting again. 

“Hey,” you grab his arm as the other kids dart greedily towards the cake. “Wanna play hide and seek again?” He looks at his cake, but he’s never had a sweet tooth. You know he just wants to keep playing, his parents practically had to drag him away from the stage for this. Only to be too busy fighting to wish him an actual happy birthday.

Jeremy nods eagerly, jumping off the bench and following after you. You laugh, darting underneath the balloon arch Mr. Afton had brought out for him. 

You and Jeremy come here every weekend, you’re practically best friends with his daughter Vanessa. She’s kind of weird, but you don’t hold it against her. Besides, being nice means Mr. Afton gives you both free pizza. 

The only reason Jeremy’s parents could afford to rent this place for his birthday was because Mr. Afton had offered them a big discount. You dart past the stage and hover at the edge of the ball pit. “One-two-three, not it!” You press your finger to your nose, laughing as Jeremy is just a second too late. “You’re looking first,” you command, shoving him slightly away from you. 

“Come on,” he whines, “it’s my birthday.”

“No cheating,” you tell him, practically stomping your foot. The big 8 on the paper crown he wears goes ignored as you point towards the booth behind you both. He lets out a loud sigh, stomping his way towards it and turning his back to you. He starts counting, loudly and skipping a few numbers. 

You narrow your eyes at his back but don’t hold it against him. Someone hisses behind you and you frown, turning to see Vanessa peeking out from behind a curtain on the stage. She gives you a weak smile, waving you forward. 

You look to your parents but they’re not paying attention as they talk to the other adults. You clamber on stage beside her, smiling up at Freddy and Bonnie. She grabs your wrist, not saying anything as she takes you to the back. 

“Vanessa?” You whisper, growing a little scared at the darkness of the room. It’s a stark contrast to the bright lights outside. 

“Shh,” she instructs, holding a finger to her lips and smiling. “Just wait here, okay? My dad says he’s got a surprise for you.” You watch as she leaves the room, you hear the lock click as the door closes and jump in surprise. 

“Vanessa?” You call out again, hoping this is just a stupid prank and she’s coming back. Loud, clambering footsteps ring through the hall outside the front door of the room and you gasp. You look around for a hiding spot, something sick twisting in your stomach. You know Vanessa said it’s all a surprise, but you’re scared. 

There’s nothing but empty animatronics around you. Mr. Afton told you to stay away from them, that the springlocks could hurt you. But you have nowhere else to go. You pop open the stomach of Sparky and curl yourself inside her, your eyes just barely looking through the top. 

“This way, birthday boy,” Mr. Afton’s voice croons outside. He opens the door, motioning Jeremy inside and you can almost see his smile through the golden bunny suit he wears. You’re starting to feel a little silly. Mr. Afton’s always been nice to you, why are you so afraid all of a sudden?

Jeremy walks in, a bright smile on his face as he looks around the repair room. He stops in front of a run-down Bonnie and looks back at Mr. Afton. He’s in your blind spot, covered by a shelving unit. You can’t see what he’s doing, but you see the way Jeremy’s face drops. 

“Mr. Afton-”

A golden hand shoves Jeremy’s face back. His brown eyes widen in surprise, the whites of them the only thing you can see. You can hear his muffled scream against Mr. Afton's paw.

Mr. Afton shoves Jeremy back, pressing him against Bonnie. Something silver flashes under the dim lights and you peek your head up. You watch as Mr. Afton runs a knife through Jeremy’s stomach and he shoves him into Bonnie's open chest. You clamp your hand over your mouth, dropping back down into Sparky. 

Your knee knocks into one of the metal springlocks and you have to fight everything in you not to surge forward as it digs through your intestines. You squeeze your hand over your nose and lips until you feel like you can’t breathe so you don’t scream. 

Blazing hot pain shoots through your stomach and legs, blood pools thickly down your dress and you can feel tears building along your waterline. Mr. Afton looks around the room, he rips the bunny head off and frowns. A vein bulges in his forehead as he calls out your name. 

He wipes the knife off and hides it behind his back. He places Bonnie’s head over Jeremy, “Vanessa?”

A moment later the door creaks open and a sheepish Vanessa pokes her head inside. She looks around the room, frowning when she doesn’t see either of her friends. “Where is she?” Mr. Afton demands. 

She shrugs, “I don’t know. I left her in here.” Her eyes narrow and she looks close to tears. “What was the surprise, Daddy?”

Mr. Afton lets out an irritated sigh and waves his non-blooded paw. “Forget that, we need to get back outside.” He rushes towards her, dragging the bunny head behind him, and shoves her back through the door. 

The second he’s gone, you’re openly sobbing. Hot tears pour down your cheeks as putrid bile shoves against the walls of your throat. You push Sparky’s stomach open and gasp when you see the large hole in your stomach. 

The other springlocks twitch threateningly as you tug at the one buried inside you. You take in a deep breath and rip it out, forcing yourself to leap away just as the others close. Your blood is dragged along the concrete as you crawl towards Bonnie. 

“Jeremy?” You call out, head swimming so much you can’t even feel pain anymore. Your fingers are cold as you dig fruitlessly at Bonnie’s stomach. You tug and tug, falling back as the panel swings open. 

You can’t see Jeremy’s head, you only see the springlocks digging into his small body. “Jeremy!” You scream, you scream so loud, Mr. Afton can’t even stop the parents from finding you before he does. 

You pass out from blood loss before they reach you. In that time he manages to paint you as two misbehaving children. You snuck backstage and messed with animatronics you had no business being around. He said you both must have tried to wear the old suits and there was no way of proving him wrong. 

So much damage was done to Jeremy’s body, that they wouldn’t be able to find a knife wound even if they knew to look for one. No one would believe you when you told them he killed him. They just thought you were trying to avoid getting in trouble. 

Mr. Afton only managed to keep the pizzeria open for a few more years. But you never went back. You couldn’t. You never forgave him and you never forgot your friend. 

The smell of cleaning products and the familiarity of a sterile hospital room greet you as you wake up. Your vision is slow to come back. Eyes foggy and blinded by the bright lights of the room you’re in. 

Your fingers twitch at your side and you’re relieved to find your arm still works, even after it was practically shattered by a haunted puppet. You groan, squeezing your eyes shut and forcing them to focus. A messy head of brown hair lays at your side. 

Mike is draped across the hospital bed, completely passed out. You find yourself smiling slightly at the sight. You slowly bring yourself into a sitting position and poke at him. “Mike,” you whisper, voice hoarse from lack of use. 

There’s a throbbing in your head that pulses along your optic nerve. Your face screws up as you reach towards the bandages wrapped around your temple. You’re honestly just happy to even be alive. You can deal with migraines for a few weeks. 

He jolts up, slightly disoriented as he stares at you. You offer him a weak smile and he lets out a sigh of relief. “You’re awake.”

“Apparently,” you mutter. You glance around him, a frown forming on your face. 

“She’s getting some snacks,” he tells you before you can even ask. “Abby’s fine.”

You let out a breath of relief, sinking back into the pillows. Maybe it wasn’t all for nothing, then. “You knew them,” he says. “Or, the bunny, at least.”

You nod your head weakly, any energy you had has been sapped out of you from the relief that both Mike and Abby are okay. “Yeah, I used to.”

“Are you going to tell me how you knew them?”

You take his hand in your own, surprising the both of you. “Some other time, alright? I think I want a date first before we start trading childhood trauma.”

He stutters and stumbles over his words, brows furrowing as he gives you a disbelieving look. “Did you just ask me out? While you’re still concussed?”

“Are you saying no?”

He opens his mouth but quickly closes it. He lets out a low chuckle and shakes his head. “You’re impossible.”

“I’ll take that as a yes, then.” Abby comes rushing back into the room before either of you can say anything else. She smiles at you when she sees you’re awake. She jumps onto the bed, uncaring of the way her knees dig into your legs. 

“Careful, Abs,” Mike scolds. You wave him off and he rolls his eyes. 

“I made you something,” Abby tells you. She hands you a picture and you let out a sharp breath. 

It’s you and Jeremy. Granted, crayon versions of the two of you. But it’s him all the same, as the boy you knew, no longer the monster he was turned into. You feel tears building in your eyes as you tug Abby into a fierce hug. “Thank you,” you whisper, holding the drawing close to your heart. 

You’d like to pretend that you’ve gotten closure from all of this. Jeremy’s been put to rest and you can move on with your life now. Now, you can have a family again, have friends again. But that would be a lie.

You still feel him, as you always have. He’s a shadow clinging to your back, a haunted past you’ll never be able to let go of. He always comes back. 

end. — I do not own the characters or the games/movie Five Nights at Freddy's (FNAF), but this writing is my own all rights reserved © not-neverland06 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

so I’m trying to finish a headcanon thing- it's kinda turning into a full fanfic and its taking alot of my energy so-

I thought about using a “story generator” to give myself some ~inspiration~ but the story came out SO WEIRD and SO FUNNY to me- so I think it would be a disservice to NOT sharing it with you all~

Enjoy! //or don’t-//

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Story Name: dark the daycare

A Nb Reader X Moon... fanfic?? fluff?? (short story-)

(It's supposed to be a Nb reader story but Nb wasn't an option rip)

(I Named the reader “reader ---” and moon “moon ---”)

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Reader --- had always loved dark The daycare with its pickled, powerful play-structures. It was a place where he felt scared.

He was a creepy, overbearing, water drinker, with tall arms and dark thighs. His friends saw him as a harsh, hollow human. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a ratty toddler. That's the sort of man he was.

Reader walked over to the window and reflected on his colorful surroundings. The dull teased like crying cats.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Moon ---. Moon was an annoyed moon animatronic with short arms and scary thighs.

Reader gulped. He was not prepared for Moon.

As Reader stepped outside and Moon came closer, he could see the ratty smile on his face.

"I am here because I want your life," Moon bellowed, in an impatient tone. He slammed his fist against Reader's chest, with the force of 4875 doves. "I frigging hate you, Reader ---."

Reader looked back, even more scary and still fingering the soft sleep cap. "Moon, leave me alone," he replied.

They looked at each other with sob feelings, like two large, light lizards shivering at a very aggressive work, which had childlike music playing in the background and two adorable uncles fighting to the beat.

Reader regarded Moon's short arms and scary thighs. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered Moon.

"Please?" begged Reader with puppy dog eyes.

Moon looked amused, his body blushing like a shiny, selfish security pass.

Then Moon came inside for a nice drink of water.

THE END

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uhh- ya that was fun... w- what was your favorite part of the story? Mine was when uhh Moon apparently drank water

ok so I’m not a fanfic writer //anymore// so I’ll just put this idea out there

You know how alot of people REALLY love Sun but hate Moon for whatever reason?

so imagine a Sun/Moon x Nb Reader fluff/ hurt comfort fanfic in which;

 the reader just loves, and I mean ABSOLUTELY ADORES Sun, they’re really close and talk about anything, EVERYTHING, so- a really good relationship //friendship or otherwise// a lot of hugging, cuddling, Sun following the reader around, all the good shit.

 Moon, seeing this, rationalizes that; because the reader loves Sun so much they MUST love them too, right?  -Even though they’ve never ACTUALLY met-  and Moon, being socially inept decides to try and interact with the reader, but comes off as too hostile, hurting/ and or scaring them, badly, this happens two separate times, both resulting in the reader sprinting out of the daycare, the third time it happens reader tho instead of just running away, the reader blows up at Moon, //probably cursing them out// and says how much they don’t want/like Moon, and how the reader wishes that they’d just leave them alone, and talking about how creepy they look, before storming off, ending with something along the lines of being done with BOTH Sun and Moon. //reader doesn't want to be around Sun in fear that the lights randomly go out and they have to deal with Moon OR they see Sun and moon as basically the same person//

Now this obviously devastates Moon, “why don’t they love me too? what did I do wrong? why is everyone so scared of me? why do so many people hate me but not Sun?”

Moon stops doing their actual job at night instead opting to follow the reader around, leaving any animatronic that might of got itself broken somehow alone. they’re too scared to try and talk to them cause they don’t want to get yelled at again or scare them. //fears confrontation with staff cause past or ongoing abuse???//

Sun tries their best to talk to their friend again to no luck, they never come around the daycare as much/at all so Sun is essentially completely alone again all night because he isn’t actually allowed to leave. He //probably// blames Moon for the whole situation.

I basically have the whole story planned out uh- but I’m lazy so do with this idea what you will. <3

Also yes I know I made Moon WAY softer in this but I didn’t think of this in terms of a nsfw- andalsoi’mamoonapologist

//plz message me if you write it or want to hear more of what I personally planned </3//

✸- 𝐅𝐍𝐀𝐅: 𝐒𝖾𝖼υ𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝐁𝗋𝖾α𝖼ɦ ɦ𝖼𝗌 -✸

A/n: Fnaf SB in 2025? More likely than you'd think since my new years goal/resolution thingy was to let myself be as autistic as possible LMFAOO (I am OBSESSED with this game again AHHHSBAJANAN!!!!)

Also I fear you can tell who my favourites are reaaalllyyy easily ┓(;´_｀)┏

Warnings: None !!

──★ ˙ ̟ 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨?

𝐒υ𐓣ᑯ𝗋ⱺρ -- ❝ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ғɪɴɢᴇʀ-ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ, ᴛᴇʟʟ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs, ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ғɪᴢᴢʏ-ғᴀᴢ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅs ᴇx-ᴘʟᴏᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ sᴛᴀʏ ᴜᴘ ᴀʟʟ ɴɪɢʜᴛ !! ❞

☀︎✹ He smells like oranges for some reason... nobody really knows why. Not even the people who created him know (◎_◎;)

☀︎✹ It adds to his charm though !!

☀︎✹ He's unhinged as FUCK man

☀︎✹ Stressed daycare worker™

☀︎✹ Just watch this and you'll see 😭 (but tbh how he acts in the game is a good indicator of it anyways)

☀︎✹ Both him and moon are sassy 'n stubborn asf

☀︎✹ He's gentler with the children, though, genuinely does care for them all and keeps all the lil gifts they give him

☀︎✹ Speaking of Moon, I think Sun is just a taaad bit scared of him (hehe ADHD vs Autism)

☀︎✹ Stimstims STIMS!! They're mostly full body ones or the hand flaps

☀︎✹ His rays spin when he's happy !!

☀︎✹ He has a diary that he writes and doodles in with glittery gel pens =^◕⩊◕^=

☀︎✹ Orange cat coded !

☀︎✹ Theatre kid energy......

𝐌ⱺⱺ𐓣ᑯ𝗋ⱺρ -- ❝ ɴɪɢʜᴛʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ.~ ❞

☾༄ He smells like lavender! This however, unlike Sunny, was 100% intentional. Lavender has a calming affect :-3

☾༄ Don't believe me? Well.....: "Its calming scent can help reduce stress and improve sleep" - © 2024 Cleveland Clinic

☾༄ He enjoys mood lighting a LOT

☾༄ Idgaf he has sensory ISSUES 💜

☾༄ "How can a robot have sensory issues?" SHHH.... SHH. Let me be silly. Let me be full of whimsy and joy and project on my fave

☾༄ Mischevious..... he likes to sneak up on security guards after hours and spook them

☾༄ They're still trying to figure out how to keep him in the daycare as his midnight rendezvous have resulted in a lawsuit or two "( – ⌓ – )

☾༄ He lowkey highkey likes it when people are scared of him

☾༄ He's the silliest to ever silly btw, the inventor of shit eating grins and mischievous giggles

☾༄ Veeeerryy black cat coded

☾༄ He can purr (𓁹 𓁹)

𝐆ᥣα𝚖𝗋ⱺ𝖼𝗄 𝐅𝗋𝖾ᑯᑯ𝗒 -- ❝ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ sᴜᴘᴇʀsᴛᴀʀ !! ❞

☆⚡︎ He smells like cinnamon and sandalwood, very comforting (。-ω-)zzz

☆⚡︎ The dad friend, always making sure his bandmates and the kiddies who visit the Mega PizzaPlex are alright.

☆⚡︎ Like, to the point it gets annoying (I lobe him sm)

☆⚡︎ Monty and Roxy WORRY the FUCK outta him by the way since they're kinda reckless <(ꐦㅍ _ㅍ)>

☆⚡︎ Genuinely just a really sweet bear who yearns to help and perform on stage for all his fans .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·.

☆⚡︎ The song "Everyone adores you (at least I do)" is soooooo unbelievably him coded

☆⚡︎ He's literally your biggest and proudest supporter AHHHAJnnqjqjqoak

☆⚡︎ Tells the MOST terrible dad jokes ever. YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERIWSE

☆⚡︎ Him and Glam Bonnie were NOT causal 😭

☆⚡︎ "You & me forever and ever ! -Love, Freddy" ....right. 🏳️‍🌈👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨🫵🫵.

𝐆ᥣα𝚖𝗋ⱺ𝖼𝗄 𝐂ɦ𝗂𝖼α -- ❝ ɪ sᴍᴇʟʟ ᴘɪᴢᴢᴀ !! ❞

❀༅ She wears Pizza Perfume/J

❀༅ Nah but fr, she probably wears something sweet but subtle

❀༅ Literally the BEST at rollerskating??? HELLO??

❀༅ Even though she eats literal trash I feel like she's kind of particular with how she likes her pizza 😭

❀༅ Pizza is pizza, she'll eat it !! But like.. it needs to be a certain way for her to enjoy it.

❀༅ Girl has standards and PRIORITIES... just odd ones??

❀༅ If she had Twitter, she would have a stan account of some kind... I haven't quite decided of who yet (。「´-ω・)ﾝ？

𝐑ⱺ𝗑α𐓣𐓣𝖾 𝐖ⱺᥣ𝖿 -- ❝ ɪ ʙᴇᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ ? ❞

⚠︎✮ She smells like the gold Billie Eilish perfume 10000% (It's what I wear, actually !! It kinda reminds me of her)

⚠︎✮ Do NOT touch her hair it is her pride and joy and she spends hoooours on it

⚠︎✮ perfectionist in every sense of the word... but I think that's obvious ┓(;´_｀)┏

⚠︎✮ I KNOW what she is......

⚠︎✮ Lesbian..... LESBIAN WOLF!!!!! JUST LOOK AT HER!!! She does NOT like men bffr 😭😭

𝐌ⱺ𐓣𝗍𝗀ⱺ𝚖𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝐆α𝗍ⱺ𝗋 -- ❝ ʀᴏᴄᴋ 'ɴ ʀᴏʟʟ ! ❞

⚠︎⚙︎ I don't even know what this guy would smell like

⚠︎⚙︎ Axe body spray, probably 😭

⚠︎⚙︎ I feel like him and Roxy are buddies (I think it's hinted at in the games)

⚠︎⚙︎ Very aggressively supportive of you and 100% defends you if people talk shit behind your back

⚠︎⚙︎ I don't have much to say about him, I think he's cool, very rock 'n roll, but that's it sorry Monty Lovers 😓

Welcome!!! ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

Hi Hi, Welcome to my silly cringy blog!!!

This is my first time ever writing on Tumblr, I used to write on Wattpad when I was little, but no one has to know about that okiiiii.

But I wanna start with an introduction….

You may call me…

Karrots, or Komo | she/her | Black & Colombian | 20 | 

I am in multiple fandoms, but I’ll name a few….

⭑.ᐟ Lego Ninjago

⭑.ᐟ Lego Monkey Kid

⭑.ᐟ FNaF

I’ll add more if I get into others,,

I'll write for any character just ask ദ്ദി (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)~✧

rules ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

୨ৎ All characters will be aged up for my stories, depending on the plot

୨ৎ I won’t write for smut, but I will do suggestive stuff… idk maybe this rule will change…..

୨ৎ I write for female readers, but if you request for male or gender neutral, I can definitely do that!

୨ৎ I like requests to be detailed or at least given a plot of what you want so I’m not sitting here for weeks trying to figure out what ppl want… I’m an overthinker I’m so sorry…

୨ৎ I feel like I don’t have to say it, but I will anyways just to not run into anything,, I will not write for rape, incest, pedophilia, etc point blank period… 

୨ৎ I guess last thing is don’t be rude, if I post something that you don’t like I have other stuff,, I hate stepping on people’s shoes and kind of a people pleaser so if there something you want to see I’ll try. Just don’t be rude about it okiiii.

Thank you so much for 32 followers that’s so crazyyyy I’m so glad there’s people still into Ninjago it makes me very happy!!!

Thank you for liking my horrible writing, it sucks and I know that but I'm really glad you guys are liking what I post ≽^-⩊-^≼

I’ll update this if I ever change anything…..☘︎ ݁˖

𐙚07/16/24

⋆｡‧˚ʚ Reuniting with Michael Afton

Hihi ᡣ𐭩 I wanted to try something different with a long story with Michael I was inspired by a Battington analogue horror video, bruuuuhhh they are good!!! but anyways this story is inspired by that. No one tell them pweaseeeeee ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ This can be seen as platonic or romantic, so I hope you enjoy ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

‧₊˚✩彡 Tw: Panic Attack, Use of Pills, Murder, and other unsettling stuff...

✮⋆˙ Now Playing: Too Sweet by, Hozier ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡☆

You sit at a booth fiddling with napkins as you absentmindedly tuned out screaming children and beeping of arcade machines going off in another room, a hand on your cheek as you waited for the man who had invited you here.

Ten minutes having gone by as you smack your lips leaning against the back of the booth eyeing the stage closed red velvet curtains with a wooden sign posted in front with, “We’ll Be Back Soon!” written in ink. 

You squint as children would come by the curtains that was guarded by yellow tape with words of, “DO NOT CROSS” bolded for even the blind to see, Children would continue their way to new games or to families excitedly pointing to the stage wishing to see the animatronics.

Crossing your legs, you swallow as you suck in a breath holding it as you notice each child that stopped right in front of the lines in curiosity and continue walking once their attention was gained by flashing lights or food. Your foot starts to bounce as you tap your nail against the table, ticking noises of a grandfather clock in your head in tune of your tapping the swinging of the dial going in sync with every bounce of your foot. 

Cold sweat runs down your neck feeling the knot in your stomach start to form as your heart begins to race, you were panicking having not been in this hell hole for ten years. Not ever since your accident, you still beat yourself up since that day, never having the grace to forgive yourself for what you did.

‘Damnit Michael, where are you” you whisper to yourself as you shifted your legs over the other getting restless, if you stayed here any longer you might’ve run out those doors in a blind panic. You reach into your handbag in desperation as you push your contents out of the way to find what you are looking for, hands shaking as your items fall from your bag, but you were too focused on retrieving the item that you were looking for to care. 

You start to sweat as you fear the worst finally a shaky gasp falls from your lips as you grab the prescribed pill bottle. You fiddle with the top as you finally got the contents open, you shake the open bottle lightly into your shaken hand as you pop the pill into your mouth, you struggle a little as you swallow the dry pill. Closing the bottle, you place a hand on your beating heart, as you swallow practicing breathing exercises as you felt as start to feel better after taking the pill, feeling the stability, and convincing yourself that its contents were working. though you could breathe right from taking your pills you’ve found yourself having counted on them a bit too much. But you never questioned too far as you were distracted by the results they gave.

Finally coming to your senses, you shakily sigh as you start cleaning up the items dropped shoving them into your bag, along with your pill bottle. Allowing yourself to lean your head back continuing your wait for Michael.

You start to grumble in annoyance, if Michael didn’t show up in the next minute you were leav-

“(y/n)?” you shoot up at the man in front of you, he was in a black hoodie and baggy jeans. He had a mask over his mouth and his hands in his pocket, “h-hey Michael” you shake out a greeting.

Michael took a seat in front of you as he awkwardly looked around, he placed his backpack to the side of him as he finally rests. 

“Michael, it’s alright we’re safe here” you assure him also to help yourself as you lean forward to see his face a bit clearly, his flesh was purple. He didn’t smell the nicest, but it was better than the first time you saw him, 

“y-yea, I know” his voice was rough and strained as he shakes his head, as if shaking off his anxiety. You decide to get him back on track as you get him to focus as to why he brought you here, “so, why did you ask to see me?” you squint as you kept close to him leaning over the table to try and keep your conversation as private as possible.

“Y-yea, uhm- look I know I have no right to ask for your time s-so thank you for meeting me.” You stare a Michael flabbergasted,

You knew him since you two were preschoolers, having lived next door to each other since his family first moved to Washington County, Utah. You knew his brother, and little sister, and the incident. After that you and your family moved away, having lived close to the Pizzeria and after your own misfortune, your family couldn’t take it any longer leaving your family home to Ohio where your grandmother lived. 

But coming back you realized you had no reason to, but nightmares and memories flooding back to you forced you to come back, 

You wondered; did he want you back?

Coming to your hometown you didn’t expect to see Michael as you would have thought that his family would have taken the same route as your family did and moved away. However, when you found Michael walking on the sidewalk with groceries you look at the man in slight horror at how much he’s changed, mainly physically, and mentally.

Michael was a rowdy boy growing up constantly fighting for his parents’ attention by doing outlandish stunts. After his mom disappeared leaving him with his absent father, he got worst, hanging out with the wrong crowd, pulling pranks, and finally teasing his brother when his baby sister went missing. 

Again, you knew Michael since you both were in preschool; Michael was the new to the neighborhood moving from England, you were fascinated by his accent as a child and because that you’d invite him to play with you. 

You watch him change as you both grew up together, as tragedy after tragedy befalls him, now here you both are, finding each other once again, he was now a broken shell. Literally and figuratively, he caught you up on what happened to him when you asked that day you ran into him. He explained in bits and pieces slowly looking over his shoulder, you remember looking mortified at what you learned Michael seemed to catch on as he looks away.

“I’m doing this for a reason, (y/n), this is all for them, to save them.” Since then, Michael invited you for a meal, you were sure it wasn’t for catch up, but you came anyways. The curiosity killing you, 

However, another reason tempted you to come as Michael stated that he knew what happened to you brother. With that he left, telling you if you wanted to know more to come to the Pizzeria,

And here you were, Michael in front of you nervously fiddling with his jackets string. “Michael, you said you knew something about my brother” you look to him still fiddling with the string attached to his hoodie. “Please, whatever you know, please tell me. I don’t care about what happened in the past, I just want to know what happened to him.” The desperation in your voice got Michael to finally look at you, and the desperation in your eyes got him talking. 

Taking a breath, he reaches into his backpack to pull out a rolled up rectangular sheet of grid paper. It was laminated, as to protect the contents showing on the paper as Michael slips the rubber band from holding the paper as he rolls it out on the table as you realize that what you were looking were blueprints. 

However, your mind was having trouble wrapping around at what these blueprints were for, but soon your heart spiked as you gasp realizing now of what you were looking at. 

“Where the hell did you get these?” your voice was quiet, but your hatred was visible as disgust crawled its way up your throat or maybe that was fear. Fear of the answer that Michael would give you and the fear of accepting the monstrosity in front of you.

Michael sighs as he predicted this reaction from you, “I found them in this underground basement of Circus Baby Entertainment and Rental, it was made for private parties where people could rent out animatronics for parties.

I worked as a night guard repairing the animatronics before they go out in the day for parties, one night I found those prints in an office, connecting the dots it doesn’t take a genius to know what these animatronics were really built for.” He looks to your paled face hands covering your mouth as your world shifted under you, Michael then continues as he leans over his hand above the prints, you flinch as you catch his purple bandaged up hand in your field of vision however his finger lands on the bottom left-hand corner of the print. 

You follow his finger as your body shakes at the bolded tiny letters on the bottom left side corner of the blueprints showing its properties. 

“Afton Robotics, LLC” your breathing stops as you finally look to Michaels ashamed face, he looked so guilty as if he created these monsters. “My father, he created the animatronics to trap kids inside, for a reason I don’t know-“ he retracts his hand to fold it under himself, 

“When I found this out I started connecting the murders of those kids-“ “They were lured by a rabbit.” Michael nods as he continues, “Spring Bonnie, it was my father's first creation from his first restaurant built with Mr. Emily.” 

“W-wait, but Spring Bonnie was shut down after the accident, Freddy’s Pizzeria was in a totally different location than Fred bears Family.” You try and reason as Michael nods again, “I thought that too, however, my dad knew the locations he built inside and out. He had blueprints and cameras littered all over Circus Baby Rental’s basement” Michael scoffs in vexation as his knuckles whitened from how hard he gripped his fist.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he took Spring Bonnie from that location and lured those children into the backrooms.” It made sense, as Afton had access to his animatronics, but why…

“Michael what you are implying is that your dad…murdered all those kids, murdered my brother…” Michael’s brows furrowed as stabs his index into the blueprints, “this is proof, (y/n), that old man always had something going on. Always disappearing into his office, grinning like a crazed lunatic whenever he came home at random hours of the night.” Michael’s teeth clenched as you continue to stare at the blueprints. As they started to reveal something that was trapped in your brain for the longest time, 

“The smell, of the animatronics” Michael lifts a brow as he looks to you unsure of what you were getting at. 

“After the accident, and after my brother’s disappearance… i-it was a day before my family and I left for Ohio, I wanted to visit it one last time before the Freddy’s Pizzeria closed for good to conduct investigations.” You quickly connect pieces as if they would float away from you, placing a hand on your forehead you continue, “those things, they smelled…rotten, like a decayed animal was stuffed in there.” Tears start to collect in your eyes as they start to fall, finally Michael caught on and gave a sympathetic look. 

“Was he in there Michael? Was my brother in there and I left him?” your voice cracked at the revelation you made; your breath hitched as silently cried in front of Michael as emotions washed over you. 

Michael didn’t know how to comfort you, deciding it was best to let you ride out the wave of sorrow. Looking away to give you peace in crying without anyone looking at you in fear of feeling embarrassed. 

Soon your hiccups reduced to sniffles after a couple of minutes as you look up to Michael who had a napkin in his hand while looking away. you accept it as you mumble a ‘thank you’ as you blew your nose using another napkin to wipe your puffy eyes. 

“Thank you, Michael” you finally look to him as Michael turns to you with a nod and a hum accepting your gratitude, “So, where’s your dad now?” you ask after gathering yourself and continuing with your conversation.

“I don’t know, after all that crap that went down he disappeared and I haven’t seen him in years, I gotta call from Mr. Emily a few months back asking if I could help him out find some stuff-“ he scratches his neck as he continues, “which brought to Circus Baby Rental, and I got scooped. After that I got in contact with him and told him everything, ever since then I’ve been trying to look for Father.” You hum as you fold your arms together much like Michael had his, “so when you find him, what’s next?” Michael reaches into his bag to pull out an old looking cassette tape, Masking tape covered the front with the words. “Freddy’s Repair’s” Michael exhales through his nose as he looks at the tape as if it held all the answers, maybe it did.

“I found this tape inside a Freddy head, since Circus Rental was close to Freddy’s company wise and repair wise, my father hada bunch of stuff from old locations. hiding any evidence in the basement where no one would find it.” Michael goes to put the tape back in his bag, 

“After I found that video bits of clues haunted the tape telling me to find more to uncover what truly happened, As well as my fathers’ motives.” Michael glides his thumb across his other hands knuckles absentmindedly, “those kids are haunting the tapes, begging to be released. But their sanity is so corrupt they don’t know person from threat.” Michael gathers the blueprint as he sighs, “I need to help them, it’s the only thing that helps clear any sort of conscious. I wanted to tell you the things I learned to inform you of what happened to your brother so you can stop blaming yourself.” Michael slings his backpack behind his shoulder as he stands, it shocks you as you stand with him,

“(y/n), my father is a horrible ma- monster, when I find him, I’m not even sure he’ll be human. I want you to know that if anything happens to me, I wanna ask if you could visit my brother at his grave, could you tell him how sorry I am. And that is big brother is doing everything he can to set his friends free.” Michael looks back to you with a cracked smile, as he walks off. 

“Michael! Wait!” you almost make a scene with parents, teenagers, and kids as you race after Michael who wasn’t stopping. You were walking faster as you grab Michael’s shoulder and spun him around once he got close to the entrance,

“You’re not leaving me Michael, not again. You can’t do this by yourself, so I wanna help. And I’m not taking no for an answer, your father murdered my brother, you’re looking to find him and when you do I wanna be the one to throw the first punch.” Your determined frowned turned into a grin as you hold up your fist, you were serious, you wanted to avenge your brother, your mother’s heartache, and your mind from what that monster had taken from you.

Michael looks to you with an unreadable expression, as he exhales through his nose and looks away, “I can’t protect you, those things aren’t just animatronics, you’re gonna see some wild shi-“ you stop him, “I can handle it” you promised as you continue to stare at him.

Michael looks back to you this time with a dead serious expression he grips your shoulders as he looks into your eyes almost trying to find some hint of hesitation, “If you get in trouble, I’m not coming back to rescue you, I was given a mission to save these kids and bring my father to hell with myself included. My journey ends with him under my boot, do you understand?” Michael voice was low, and his accent present. His words didn’t bother you as you huffed and nodded. “I won’t get in your way, Michael.” 

Michael still holds you firm your body trapped under his grip as he finally lets go, “fine, let’s go.” Michael reluctantly sighs as he shoves his hands into his pockets continuing his walk. You smile as you catch up to him walking side by side as you both enter the hell that was waiting for you both.

But your determination to save your brother is what calmed your nerves better than any pill could ever do, and Michael smiles as well as he watches you join him glad that he didn’t have to do this alone.

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Golden Freddy x Reader

Now Playing: Cupid by, Jack Stauber 𓆩♡𓆪

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  「 ✦ Old Times ✦ 」

“Goldie! Hey Goldie!” you hiss as you walk around the pizzeria. 

You were avoiding the gang to hang out with Goldie much to their disapproval when you voiced your interest in him to Chica and she blabbed to the guys. 

Darn you Chica…

You met Golden on your last day of night guard duty, as you had already met the rest of the gang prior days to you working the night shift. Golden was the last to show himself, it was clear he was standoffish as he blatantly tells you that he does not trust you and thinks you should quit. 

But somehow as you kept coming back, Golden became attached, as stating that since the gang did not like him hanging out with you, he would most definitely do so now. 

However, you knew it ran a bit deeper than that~

When you got more acquainted, Golden tells you that he had always been with you since your first night there as he was just watching you.

It appears he was trying to creep you out however, you found it endearing that Golden was looking out for you in his own way.

Even with Goldens first introduction to you being a bit harsh you two became a lot closer as you found yourself going to him much more.

That was two months ago… 

Anyways the gang have been extra clingy since then and you just now got away to try and find the golden bear.

“Golden-“

“Geez (y/n), you don’t have to scream my name to hang out with me~” you felt his breath tickle your ear as you turn around to see his face close to yours. He had on a teasing grin his hands behind his back as he was leaning down to your height almost mockingly so. 

You smile as you take a step back and Golden straightens himself, “well you weren’t answering so of course I had to call for you” poking his chest playfully Golden looks away without turning his head his grin still plastered on his face.

“I’m a busy guy what can I say…”

You roll your eyes as you start walking away knowing that Golden would follow. The sound of footsteps behind you approved of your guess.

“Yea yea, teasing Bonnie is not an appropriate busy thing” you look back to Golden who smiles, “it is when you make it a part of your schedule~” 

Golden huffs as he reaches into his pocket pulling out a piece of paper with glasses that looked all too familiar to Freddy’s.

“12:00 am wake up, 1:00 am tease Bonnie, 1:30 am eat Chica’s food-“you stifle you laugh.

“Wait you need an hour to wake up?”

“Hush I’m reading here” Golden sassed as he flaps the paper as if clearing dirt and continues, adjusting his glasses.

“3:20 am find you” you looked down at your watch it was indeed 3:21 am. He takes his glasses off as they disappear somewhere.

“Well, you found me, so what’s next?” you walk over to see his schedule only to find nothing on the paper.

“What the heck there’s nothing on there! You crazy bear!” you go to grab it as Golden lifts it away from you.

“Of course there is, I take this schedule seriously to stay sane in this place” he smiles as he looks down to you trying to grab the piece of paper from his hand. You finally stop when he starts laughing at you, knowing that you’ll never get the paper not without a ladder at least. 

You huff as you glare at his laughing face, Golden finally stops and looks to you. He just loved teasing you, “oh, don’t be so mad, love” Golden coos as he leans down to your level paper still in the air.

His nicknames never failed to fluster you as you look away your cheeks pink, “whatever you bum~” you elbow his gut,

He groans mockingly, you knew he wasn’t hurt, but he loved to fake it for your attention.

“Ugh, you wound me, my darling~” he pulls a pained expression as he lays on you, his entire weight on you.

You gasp as you struggle under his weight as you try to balance yourself and him “Go-Golden you’re too heavy...” you heave out your sentence as your legs began to shake, “Oh I don’t think I can go on...” Goldens eyes close as he goes limp in your arms. 

You moan as you try pushing him off before your legs gave up. “Then die on the floor not on me I still have so much to live for… EEP!!” your legs fail you as you both fall Golden on top of you his tongue gravitates out of his mouth. 

“Golden!!” you whine as your face was now red, the position you both were in did not leave much room for Jesus. 

You could hear Golden chuckle, “get up you lug! You weight a ton!!” you try to shimmy your way out; however, Golden keeps you tight under him.

He cracks open one eye as you could see a smirk on his lips.

“Hey (y/n), wanna know what was next on my schedule~?” Goldens voice was a lot deeper now his mouth close to your ear as it tickled your nerves.

Bro please stahp…

Closing your eyes, you look away you felt as though you were holding your breath as a dumb smile laced your plump lips.

As much as you wanted to deny it, being under Golden wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

“w-what?” you ask taking the bait as you still couldn’t bring yourself to look at the blond, but Golden wanted to see you. As he finally leans up both hands locking you into place his smirk turns into a genuine smile at your cute blushy face as you finally look to him.

“You” Golden finally breaths out as quiet as ever but you could hear him.

Your breathing stopped as your eyes grow wide you make a surprised noise as you try to speak,

“Go-Golden a-are you su-“

“You said you were gonna show me that new anime, right?” 

What…

“Huh, wha-what?” Golden held an innocent smile as he tilts his head, his ear wiggle. It was cute, a cute punchable face.

He finally stands walking over your body with his hands in his pocket, you lay there your chest tight and your breathing uneven. Golden looks back as you finally face him leaning your head up at an awkward angle seeing him look back with the dim light glow on his face.

Handsome punchable face.

“You c’mon?” he grins, arching a brow, you couldn’t see but he was blushing, you look so cute right now.

You huff as you stand, walking over to him as you glare up at Golden, your fists locked,

“So, what anime did you have in mind-?”

You never punched a man so hard before.

Man, animatronic bear android…

He groans as he holds his chin as you start walking to his room, leaving him in his defeated place.

“Oh, your fiiiine~” you tease, you finally make it to Goldens door as you look back, he was leaning down holding his face.

You almost dropped your facade as you had thought he was genuinely hurt.

Until he looked up with a smirk, “oohoho, you’re gonna get it, little girl~” Golden holds out his hands as he wiggles his fingers in a tickling motion. His taunting laughs fill your ears.

Oh no…

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hahah, let’s sayyyy this story is based on…..

Passed traumatic experience ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

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Micheal Afton x Reader

Warning: maybe angst if you squint (￣^￣)ゞ

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It was a Friday night and you had just awoken from a nap. Groaning you turn your head to the digital clock that sat on your dresser. Looking at the time it was nine forty-five at night, making you mentally cringed at how long you napped for. Pulling the covers away from your body you stretched, as your feet touched the carpet floor of your room.

Looking over to view your window you noticed you left it open, nothing out of the ordinary. As fall had made its approach, you were finally getting the sweater weather that you’ve been dreaming about! Humming a sweet tune you walk into the kitchen for water, you were in such a happy mood nothing could take this away from you.

“Maybe I could invite Micheal for a game or two?” You hummed creating a plan for the night to make it even better. You had always invited Micheal for a game night, as you two would spend all nighters on retro games. And had a (un)healthy amount of competition for street fighter games. You had to admit those times spent together has brought you to develop an embarrassingly large crush on the man. Those nights of when Micheal fell asleep on your shoulder after a long day of working at his father’s restaurant. Has created many sleepless nights for you, as the memory would replay over and over again.

You have always thought about confessing your feelings, but the weight of rejection always won. You couldn’t help but fear the worse, it would sometime play in the back of your mind creating the worst feelings possible. You sighed entering the kitchen, you noticed your cat and smiled at him. “Hi pretty boy~” you cooed, however your cat seemed interested in another thing. “Hmm, what’s wrong honey? You look like you see a ghost” you chuckled as your cat continued to dead eye stare at the wall. Turning on the lights you walk over to where he was perched and followed the direction of where his eyes were pointing to. Your attention was soon taken as well.

“Hey, (y/n) wassup? Ready for me to kick your butt in street fighter~?” Micheal’s teasing voice came through the other end of your phone, as you pulled on the cord still eyeing the black dot on your wall. Twisting it through your fingers you nervously looked around for a weapon.

“Yeah yeah, uhm, heeyy Micheal, uhm, would you like to come over maybe..” You stuttered as you shooed your cat towards the crawling dot. But your cats interest had died a long time ago, “huh, what’s up are you okay?” Micheal’s worried voice would have made your heart fluttered. If it wasn’t already beating fast from the scattering insect on you wall, “uhm, yeah, I’m fin- ahhh! Get it get it!” You almost through your phone at it when it flew towards the kitchen isle. “Woah! (Y/n)? (Y/n)?” Micheals voice was muffled as you had dropped your phone, in favor of running to the other side of the kitchen. “H-hey, I’m coming over! Just stay put okay!” That’s when Micheal hung up the phone making his way to your house in a hurry.

Micheal arrived knocking on your door as he waited for you to come and let him in. He waited for a few seconds before he heard rushing feet, you had unlocked the door and pulled Micheal inside. “Woah! Hey what’s up? You call me and start freaking out-“ he was cut off by your hush as you pulled him to your kitchen. He saw you looking around as if heads were floating around you, the simplest thing such as a dust bunny made you jump. “Nooo, I lost it!” A groan escaped your lips, “lost what? What’s wrong?” Micheal was loosing his patience from asking the same questions and getting no answer. You stopped and spun to look at him, “the bug!” You pointed to where it was before which now was gone. Micheal could not help but look at you as if you were talking in a foreign language.

“Huh?” His expression soon turned bored, as you nodded your head once again looking around. “It was huge! L-like this big-“ you demonstrated using your fingers, “it flies too! It nearly touched me!” You squirmed as you paced around. “I think it got in through my window-“ you gasp, “do you think it touched my face!?” You patted your cheeks as you whined getting antsy just thinking about it.

You looked to Micheal still giving you the bored expression, he chuckles dryly as he sighs. “Soo, you brought me here too..?” “Kill it!” You finished as you got behind him, hiding behind his form and holding onto his black hoodie. He huffed, as he looked away walking to your kitchen, as he looked around you stood there watching him. “So lemme get this straight-“ he began as he lifted objects to find the bug. “You call me acting all scared, had me thinking you were being attacked-“ you jumped making a sound as you saw it on your microwave. Micheal followed your sight and went towards it, “scaring me almost half to death thinking you were hurt when you left the phone.” His calm voice continued as he slammed his calloused hand down on the bug making you jump. How easy he made of disposing it made you shrink back in embarrassment, as Micheal made his way towards you. Towering over your form as you looked away from not only Micheal but also the oozing guts of the bug that stained his hand, “over some bug?” You nervously tapped your fingers. “Well, when you put it like that…” “(y/n)” his voice sounded like a parent as you sighed.

“M’sorry, I really didn’t wanna make you worry. I guess seeing bugs still get to me, even as an adult..” you looked down apologetically, Micheal shrugs his shoulders. “I’m not mad at you being scared. I’m mad at how worried I got, I guess..”

You tilted your head. “What do you mean?” Micheal hummed as if trying to find the words, “I guess when I heard you so scared on the phone.. I really thought that something bad was happing, like, I was gonna loose you” Micheals voice began to quiet as he continues his eyes focused on the floor. “I guess, I don’t know, the idea of you getting hurt, scares me. I only have you, and I can’t afford to loose you too” hearing ‘you too’ finally struck as to why Micheal seemed on edge when going through his rant.

His brother and sister, you held yourself really feeling awful for making him worry. “Micheal, I had no idea, I’m so sorr-“ Micheal shook his head, “naw, don’t worry about it. You didn’t know your fears are valid, even over tiny bugs~” Micheal, grinned teasingly as he showed you the bloody corpse of the bug on his hand. “Eww~ haha-” you laugh having a hold on Micheals wrist to stop him from moving closer. “S-still, I’m gonna work hard on this so I don’t worry you anymore” Micheal smiles, as he wraps his arm around you. “I’ll need to help then, you’re gonna need a knight to save you after all~” his teasing nature hasn’t changed much. It never failed to make you smile, “hah, sure~” you push him away as you stood close together.

The moment felt to similar to your romance shows, where the characters kiss. Was this that moment? Was Micheal gonna kiss you? Should you kiss him? Was this the time to confess??

“Eh!”

Just then you were staring at the twitching antenna of the dead bug, as scream escaped your lips as you jumped back. Laughter erupted from Micheal as he almost fell over laughing, having to hold himself.

“Holy hell! Haha! I’m sorry babe haha!” Micheals laughter made you huff. “Hey jerk! What happened to, my fears being valid!” You huffed hitting his broad shoulder. “I know I know!” He looked up his laughter finally coming to a close, “but hell, your face love!” Never mind he was going in for a round two…

You huff crossing your arms, “oh, doll, I know you love me~” he looks up to you, a chuckle coming out, his eyes squinted as a smirk played on his lips as he admired your pouted face.

“Yeah, maybe..”

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Micheal my beloveddd _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

I kinda made him a teasing jerk in this haha, but I like it sooo <3

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♡ hi hi, it’s been too long since I’ve written a story… hopefully it’s good hehe ♡

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Bonnie x Reader

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- “Damn it Golden shut the hell up!”

There they go again, you roll your eyes expecting at least one of the dorks in the party room to freak out, you can hear Bonnie yell at the golden bear who was most likely irritating the purple rabbit.

Placing your tools into your bin and closing the top right after, it was labeled "Mechanic" on the top in sharpie on brown masking tape. Being a mechanic did not mean fixing the emotional stress on the living animatronics, but being their friend did. At least in your book, taking a deep breath you turn your heel as the door busts wide open.

heavy breathing from Chica can be heard as she looks up finally catching her breath,

- “oh honey, I’m so glad your here!”

Her country accent evident in her voice as she points down the hall,

- “Bonnie is having a total freak out out there! Now I know it’s outta your pay but could yo-“

you giggle smiling at the chubby girl,

- “yes Chica, I was actually about to head out now”

Just as you were about to take a step out of the room a loud crash could be heard from the party room. Curses from both Bonnie and Freddy could be heard mainly Freddy telling Bonnie to calm down, only those weren’t the only words he used. Soon laughter erupted from Goldens mouth…his laughs always unsettled you.

- “I-I guess now is a good time as ever”

Chica chuckles her shoulders bouncing, nodding you follow her out adjusting your shirt and self for the mess that you’ll see. As soon as you made out to the party room you saw the main party table was flipped over and party hats were scattered everywhere. Freddy had a hand over his face as if collecting himself, a look all too familiar when he was trying to reign in his anger. You were guessing it didn’t help that Golden was on the floor legs in the air laughing his ass off, his laughter was the only thing in the room as it echoed almost mockingly.

- “Now Golden, you get on now! Haven’t you caused enough trouble!”

Chica yells lifting her sleeves up marching over to the troublemaker. Glaring down placing her hands on her hips her face had a sour look, much like a mother about to scold their oldest.

- “Golden, what the hell did you do to Bonnie?”

Keeping your distance as the bear looks up to Chica having a staring match which looked as if Golden was winning, Golden scoffs rolling his eyes as he stands up.

- “Geez, he's so sensitive can’t even take a simple joke-”

- “all you do is make jokes”

Freddy's southern accent chimed in as he glared at Golden who only rolled his eyes once again,

- “this is the third time that Bonnie has hada damn fit like this”

Freddy was right, whatever Golden was saying to Bonnie has been taking a toll on the place it had gotten so bad that you’ve heard that they might turn Bonnie off.

- “all these damages that is comin’ from his tantrums are from you. And all you been doin is makin’ it worst!”

The room was quiet, Freddy was always good at bringing attention to his friends and helping them take responsibility.

- “bite me”

And Golden was the one that did not care for them as you did. He looked away as he teleports off somewhere, Freddy grunts as he loosens his tie taking off his hat as he sits on the party chair,

- “oh Fred, you tried”

Chica smiles as she comes over behind Freddy massaging his shoulders.

- “hey Freddy, I can try and talk to Bonnie! Maybe if I can figure out why Golden is picking on him then maybe he’ll have less outbursts!”

You offer Freddy as there was another silence,

- “sure (Y/N), give it a shot”

Freddy finally lifts his head up as he smiles at you, nodding you take your leave to the the side of the stage where a door was, grabbing your keys you unlock the door to find other doors. To the side was Bonnie’s room as you’ve been shown it by him many times before. Taking a deep breath before knocking you prepare yourself for whatever Bonnie could throw at you. Your knocks were soft as you heard a muffle "come in", turning the knob you walk in.

He was sitting with his head propped on his knees as he sulked, his ears flopped down with defeat as he stared at the wall. His foot bouncing up and down, almost like a real rabbit when they stomp their feet. You had to force every ounce of your body not to giggle.

- “Bonnie, are you okay?”

You knew he wasn’t, but isn’t that what everyone asks, you go to sit next to him as you place your hands in your lap. The silence was evident that you got your answer, as he looked away from you. During the time you’ve known Bonnie he had never raised his voice to you, even when he was upset. It was something you liked about him, he had always seemed to welcome you when he was feeling down.

- “hey, I don’t know what Golden said to you but, forget about him.”

Bonnie didn’t say anything so you decided to carry on,

- “don’t give him so much power! He probably annoys you because he has nothing else to do in the basement”

Your sass causes Bonnie to chuckle a little as his shoulders bounced he finally turns to you smiling, his bouncing foot was finally put to rest.

- “geez he’s annoying”

You laugh,

- “you’re just now realizing~”

You tease him as you place your head on his shoulders, you don’t see it but it causes the bunny to blush. As he grins, trying to hide his goofy smile looking away again.

- “so, what did Golden say to make you so upset?”

His thumping continues as he grips his sleeve,

- “I-it’s embarrassing, I honestly shouldn’t have gotten so upset about it”

- “but, it always keeps happening, maybe if you talked about it, you can get it off your mind and it won’t bother you!”

Bonnie thumping got slower but it was still prominent, you place a hand on his shoulder causing him to jump. He looks to you and you finally see his blush.

- “Bonnie, you can tell me”

- “he.. he said, you’d be better off.. with him, and that I could never… get with you…”

Him talking was like slowly ripping off a band-aid, it was painful for him as his face got red saying out loud of what Golden has been saying to him.

- “oh Bonnie, that is a little silly, why would you listen to that doofus when you know he’s wrong”

- “I-I guess it really got to me, I’d absolutely hate it if you went with a guy like him”

Bonnie huffs but it soon dies down as you kiss his cheek,

- “oh please, never in a million years~”

Bonnie smiles as you place your head on his shoulder again,

- “you’re sweet and kind Bonnie, I’m lucky to have met you”

- “I think that’s my line”

You both chuckle as you close your eyes, patting Bonnie’s upper arm,

- “don’t let Golden get to you please, I don’t want to loose you”

- “heh, I promise no more outbursts”

You both sat in comfortable silence as Bonnie leaned over to grab and tune his guitar, hearing the vibrations of the strings brought tranquility to the room as you closed your eyes on Bonnie’s shoulder.

- “hey maybe I can teach you how to pla-“

- “Bonnie Bunny get your Cotten tail out here and clean your mess!”

Both you and Bonnie stopped as you looked to one another soon running out the door before Freddy came and knocked down the door.

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FNaF SB x NonBi!Animatronic!Blacklight!Drummer! reader

Beat of Your Own Drum

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,

ANNOUNCEMENT

Authors note!: I would like to advise that this will only be updated on the weekends and breaks because I have school and such but here is the next chapter!

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'System activating... Welcome back (Y/N)!'

'Safe Mode'

Your gears grind and wires tighten, vision coming back to you in fluttering blinks, a hiss erupted from your stomach, hatch opening to reveal your internal machinery. A voiced hummed lowly clicked their pen as your heavy eyelids are forced open, stomach hissing with a clank as it shut with ease.

"Ah, you have awoken! Welcome back!" A monotone voice boomed, ears coiling back at the sudden loudness as the pitch bounced off of the walls, surrounding you like a quilted blanket. "You are going to be put on reduced power for a while, so we know how your body will accept the programing correctly." The voice came again a bit cheerier than the last time he spoke.

Blinking back blurry eyes, your head lifted. "Reduced power?" Before you stood a man, clipboard in hand, pen clicking post-haste. Swiping a thick lock of charcoal colored hair from his eyes, tucking it haphazardly behind a clefted ear. It was quite complicated to see his body due to the illy pigmented handler suit that he sported, the shoulders loose fitting but wrist bands held snug to his skin as if to shield himself from some unknown disease. "Yep! You will need a charge every hour, the technicians said it was a safety precaution so that they or we- know how well your system accepts the new programing and if there is any faulty coding!"

"Who are you? W-what happened after the coding?" You groaned with a pained snarl, brows furrowed weakly, lifting a pigmented paw to your head you glanced down at the man that stood not many inches shorter than yourself.

He grinned, smile beaming as his hands waved energetically. "Oh! I'm so sorry! I am Lukas your assigned handler!" He chirped gleefully. Your head tilted a brow lifted at the sudden news. "Oh, and about your question! The technicians had to shut your engines down for a few days so you could compute the new coding! It's been a few days but now you're up and ready to go!" He stated zestfully. You nodded leisurely with a hum before your mouth opened to speak. "-it's kinda weird you have only been here for a few days and already got shut down for new coding! Well, that should be expected from your advanced technology and AI of course! The company wants you to be of extreme entertainment!" Lukas boasted with a song under his tone.

Your mind began to wonder as the man- or your 'handler' continues to drag on with his one-sided conversation.

Vibrant (E/C) hues raking the unusual landscape before your hands folded formally behind your back. It was bright, strips of electrifying colors lined the creases along the seams between the ceiling and the wall, paint crips and fresh, visually still wet but physically sooth and dry like a sheet of waxed paper. Along the walls stood a wide array of instruments that stretched from childish plastic guitars etched with unique designs, to large drums with abnormally big drumsticks and bass pedals.

Your padded feet brushed gingerly along the carpeted flooring, stifling the loud thud of your weight. The fabric was short but satisfyingly soft, almost like the plush fur that covered your metal exterior. Head lifting you observed the oddly uniquely designed ceiling. Painted on the ceiling was a portrait Montgomery ripping away on his bass guitar, star rimmed glasses tilted down the crease of his snout. Freddy performing stunts, mic held in hand with a cheery, bubbly grin across his bright features, Chica tearing notes from the copper cords that strung along her beaming hot pink and vicious blueberry colored guitar. On her right the infamous Wolf's head was thrown back in triumph as she curdled the cords of her Keytar a musical note tearing from her throat. Then on the left beside the large gator was an animal. Ears perked as their hands clutched a pair of vibrant stick, prepared to blow the cheering audience away with a single flick of their wrists and downfall of their arms.

The painting encased the ceiling in a scene forever stopped in time, a memory you can replay relentlessly when days are slow.

"Pretty cool huh?" Lukas chirped, snapping you from your dazed gaze your head turned, eyes unmoving as you observed the elegant strokes of the paintbrush's. You hummed nonchalantly in reply. "Is this the entertainment room of mine that I have been hearing oh so much about?" You puzzled no such expression on your nonexistent tongue. Intaking a breath Lukas hummed daintily. "Ahh~ the sweet-sweet smell of drying paint, and yes, this is your Entertainment room! (Y/N)'S BOOM ROOM!" He pronounced turning his back to you before pointing a callused thumb to his shoulders.

There engraved? onto his jumper was your signature and Entertainment room name shown in vibrant sewn words, a cheaply ironed thin photo of you with your thumb sprung up and grinning features melted into the fabric, just below your portrait read '(Y/N) HANDLER'

A chuffed 'huh' left your throat before strutting towards the male, now that you had actually looked at the man your head tilted slightly, he was quite a bit smaller than you were, his somewhat malnourished figure was abnormal for you compared to most children and adults who were quite plump. Yes, you have seen some lean people, but he was on another level. The stubble under his chin faint but noticeable from up close, thick but ragged sideburns hugging the shape of his slightly sunken in cheeks, he looked almost skeletal.

Lukas visibly slunk from your towering figure, usually enthusiastic behavior fading into sour anxiety. "C-can you not stare please?" He spoke meekly, eyes snapping to the plush carpeting beneath his booted feet. Your figure straightened, despite the urge to observing him more you did as he asked a regretful look on your metaled features. "I- heh, sorry this is really the first time I've seen a person this close before. I wasn't trying to cause you harm." You spoke anxiously the lie in your voice not as evident as you had figured.

Lukas glanced up at your towering figure. "N-NO! I would never think you would hurt me! I-I just- people usually pick and poke fun at me due to my height and well, weight." he squeaked with a strained voice. You shook your head a denying hum escaping your voice box.

"No, I would never." You stated bluntly a hand waving frantically, anxiety tugging at your wires. Lukas noticed the panic in your (E/C) hues as regret lace his own. The two of you exchanged apologies before being trapped in a very uncomfortable silence to which you had left the room after a hot minute.

Neon lights glared down at your form as you made your way through the main lobby.

The building was silent, sun setting just behind the horizon painting the sky above in smooth warm pigments, almost like a canvas. Your feet slowed to a stop at the glass doors, the colors were hypnotizing, almost enticing you to push a padded palm to its surface, you could mentally hear the cry of the door's hinges crying out in obedience, you could almost feel the cool summer kissing your plush fur, invisible arms embracing you-

"(Y/N)!" You were startled from your trance, (E/C) hues still staring at the open door before you, darkly pigmented palm plush against the clear surface. Just as you expected, the warm breeze groped your figure like a pair of delicate hands admiring your figure.

The outside smelt fresh unlike the thick smell of burnt oil and melted cheese, a delicate scent of daisies embedding itself into your programing like a hot branding. You wanted to go outside, for just a single moment, let the wind take you places you may never see.

You were tugged back harshly, a large hand gripping your wrist joint tightly. Head snapping back your vibrant orbs met with the lemony citrus ones that stare back at you widely. The glass door hissed to a close, clicking as it locked into place.

Roxanne released your wrist hesitantly with a relived breath hand slapping over her breast plate patting over the metal where her heart would be located, her breath was labored as if she had been running. "W-What are you doing!?" She huffed breathlessly.

Your mouth opened to speak only for it to close again unable to find the words to explain what exactly you were doing. Roxanne's gold hues narrowed at you slightly pointing towards the glass confinements behind you. "We can't go out there!" She stated seeming to catch her breath slightly, straightening up she swept a hand over her tail smoothing the ruffled fur. "Why not?" You puzzled innocently.

Roxanne looked at you firmly straightening her torso that clicked and spurred. "Because the water and stuff that falls from the sky will destroy our body's, we'll rust!" She spoke placing a delicate palm to your shoulder head tilting. There is a better reason but that's a story for a different day." She said solemnly, you nodded slowly stepping away from the clear doors. "But other than that, Freddy wanted us all to meet up during closing time." She directed a finger behind her as if to point to the destination the meeting was going to be.

You nodded with a hum, "thank you for letting me know- I'm not sure I'm going to be there I'm just really tired." You spoke, after almost escaping outside you had suddenly felt extremely tired, well that was enough adrenaline for today, I guess.

"B-But- didn't you just wake up from your coding? I thought you would be charged and ready to go." She said brows furrowing. You rubbed the back of your head, mind snapping back to when Lukas was talking to you. "Yeah, I was put on reduced power."

"For what?" She questioned face contorting into genuine confusion. Your shoulders lifted before falling heavily. "I guess it's to see if my systems accept the coding completely or if there is any 'faulty' coding. Thats what Lukas told me." You replied placing a hand over your chest as if to signal where the disc was located.

Roxanne nodded widely, lime-colored bangs sweeping over her shout gingerly, not asking any further questions. "Well, you go and charge, so you don't shut down on us, the kids missed you enough already so don't want to keep your little fans waiting. It's not like they won't make me their new favorite!" She said sarcastically, whipping her hair around dramatically gaining a hearty chuckle from you, to which she joined with a warm smile. "Well, I'm going to go charge-n BUT! Stay away from my kiddo's or I might have to beat you at your race way!" You chuckled playfully gaining a wink from the wolf before vocally shooting two fingers' guns, "I can't promise anything, but I'll talk to you later" She chuckled jogging through the passing doors and up the escalader.

Watching as the grey wolf slid from your vision and around the corner the smile on your face wavered as you glanced back towards the clear doors that separated you from the outside. The sun had set, only a few yellow rays streaked across the sky followed by the few stars that littered as much of the sky as you could see.

With a heavy sigh you strolled to your room.

Maybe one day you could run through the grass and embrace the wind back.

FNaF SB x NonBi!Animatronic!Blacklight!Drummer! reader

Beat of Your Own Drum

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,

ANNOUNCEMENT

Request: no

Warnings: Swearing,

Pronouns: They/ Them

Mainly Mentioned: Reader,

Violet Codes

"Sounds like you and Monty have gotten closer!" An arm is thrown over your shoulders causing a yelp to escape your lips at the sudden weight. Glancing up at the white chicken you gave a soft grin before nodding slightly. "What happened? Because I got yelled at for making a mess in the kitchen that I vividly remember cleaning and the mess in his golf course." She quizzed quirking a thin brow voice laced with an unreadable tone, leaning against your brightly pigmented vanity.

Your eye widened slightly at the mention, ears jerking down slightly as you chuckled nervously, shifting uncomforting in your seat, clinging to the neon pillow that sat on your lap. Mouth opening to speak. "W-Well, I may have made the messes, and I apologize for getting you in trouble Chica, it's just that Montgomery wasn't at the little celebration last night and I felt bad, so I tried bringing him some food last night but it uh- got cold..." You breathed out the last part, vibrant (E/C) orbs shot to the floor, suddenly finding the rather cricked tiles interesting. "And when we talked last night, I brought him back into the kitchen to make more but then I remembered-"

"-He likes it cold" Chica broke in with a knowing nod, the tuffs of feathers atop of her head waving smoothly at the action. "Honestly, I'm surprised he didn't drag you out of his Golf course, that's what he did to Freddy." She chuckled pushing herself from the place she stood her fuchsia hues admired the vibrant room she stood in, beak slightly agape. This being her first time in your room she still could not get over how different it looked compared to the others. "This place is amazing, it's so...-"

"-Bright, I know, it's been giving my programing problems. I wish I knew how to turn the damned black lights off. It's starting to irritate me." You hissed with a strained voice raising a finger to massage your temple with a padded palm, careful not to accidentally chip the paint or even scuff your plush obsidian colored fur. Chica nodded again with a light hum, "Oh, (Y/N)" Chica turned her head to glance at your seated form, pillow now resting behind your head as you observed the ceiling above. Unlike the rest of the room was red with support beams.

Seems like they hadn't finished when I arrived. You dialoged mentally as you reluctantly glanced toward the female standing next to the brightly colored instruments. Chica lifted a gloved finger in thought, seeming to have forgotten what she was about to say. After a moment of silence and groan from the chicken her fingers snapped, cherry hues perking as she nodded to herself leaving you questioning and slightly concerned. "Officer Vanessa wanted to see you before the show today! She said it was something about your entertainment room!"

"Entertainment room?" You questioned lips pulled into a thick line showing that you were clearly clueless as to what she was getting at. Chica nodded with a bubbly giggle. "Yes silly, we all have entertainment rooms! like..." She paused resting her head in her palm before again perking. "Monty has Monty Golf, Freddy has Fazer Blast! And Bonnie has Bonnie bow-" She stopped last word extending on her tongue, cursing mentally she glanced away from your figure as if embarrassed, eyes laced with a familiar emotion.

Resentment.

Irritation sparked through your wires at this realization, why did they have to look at you like that when that character was mentioned? Yes, you knew that Bonnie was once a big part of the band, but it wasn't your fault that he was decommissioned and thrown away. You weren't even thought of when he was scrapped.

A huff left your snout at her wavering gaze before pushing yourself from your spot, no longer finding comfort in the suddenly stiff cushioning. Your gears let out a stiff audible cry in protest as you stood causing the girl to look back at you with apologetic eyes, without a glance you strode towards the door, the ear-piercing sound no longer as noticeable. With a dismissing wave the door opened obediently as you spoke. "Well, I'm going to go and see what she needs, If I'm going to be performing today then I better get going huh?" You spoke blandly stepping out of the room, door slamming closed behind you are leaving the band member behind in silence.

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"Your leg joints are still a bit tight, so I'm going to have to loosen them." placing the tablet on the desk she turned her head, bonded hair pulled tight into a ponytail, bangs slicked back, a few strands tickling the base of her forehead. Vanessa directed a hand towards the protective cylinder. "You will need to step in here so I can loosen them up, your tablet also says that you need your ear springs adjusted too." She stated with a huff as you trudged stiffly into the cylinder, propping yourself onto the padded stretcher like furniture.

It took a few moments for the blond to enter the cylinder due to typing away at the computer and gathering the things she would need.

It was odd, feeling the joints loosen, and the wires being shifted around so she could reach access to the places needed adjusting. It didn't take as long, that was till she made her way to the ear springs.

Vanessa's lips were pulled into a displeased frown as she tried to reach her lean fingers into the tight space, moving your ear's out of the way before crossing her arms, a low growl leaving her throat. You quirked a brow at the human beside you before your eyes focused on the object in her hand, twirling around her fingers.

A violet disc, spun around her fingers swiftly, giving you only a few moments to catch a glance at the unique design engraved into the plastic covering. The words were scrapped messily on the plastic surface making it almost unreadable and incomprehensible, opening your mouth to speak you hummed.

"What may that be Officer Vanessa?" You puzzled; voice laced with a somewhat unreadable tone. She perked at the sound of your voice breaking her train of thought, she turns the disc around reading the rough surface with a shrug. "It's supposed to be a disc with the new songs you will be playing in your entertainment room for the kids. I can't find your damned import." She grumbled in what seemed to be defeat. You perked at this leaning forwards slightly. There in the little of your back was a port.

"You could have just asked; I know that I am a new piece of equipment and not built like the rest of my band mates." You paused, feeling the warmth of her palm run down your spine, and the said disc slide into its place. You groaned at the searing pain that shot from your wires, surrounding every joint painstakingly. Vanessa glanced at your pained expression with a furrowed brow. "Sorry (Y/N), It's gonna hurt for a bit, your body is trying to read the programing and such. I'll leave you here for a bit, I don't think you should perform today so that you don't play the wrong song." She chuckled dryly turning away from your laying figure. Exiting the cylinder, she nodded to herself leaving you to comprehend the new programing.

Sorry for the short chapter I have been quite tired and lazy lol,

A/U: UNEDITED

Hello loves!

I request a bit of help as of currently, since I have started the 'Beat Of Your Own Drum' series I have grown quite confused and can not figure out what to do with the next few parts. So I would like to see what you all would like for me to do and what you would like to see, as you are the main character as of now. I want you to feel included and engaged as humanly or 'Robotically" as possible. Also as comfortable as possible so please let me know what you would all like for me to do!

I'm not wrong- FNaF Security guard: School shenanigans addition

Would most likely encourage you to cheat on your test(s), Exam(s), Quiz(es):

Mike Schmidt:

Would Most likely do your homework for you if you asked:

Jeremy Fitzgerald:

Would watch any Anime with you any day of the week, and would most likely let you stay home from school to watch it with them and eat any array of snacks:

Fritz Smith (I adore him and Jeremy >w<):

Would sit there confused when your put into a special ED class even though they do your homework for you:

Scott Cawthon/ Phone guy:

Would encourage you to beat the shit out of anyone who pisses you off and then treat you with your favorite snacks and movies:

Purple Guy/ Vincent:

Fnaf SB X NonBi!Blacklight!Drummer!Animatronic!reader

Beat of Your Own Drum

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, ANNOUNCEMENT

Request: no

Pairing: none

Warnings: Swearing (Foul language), threatening, Mentions of Bonnie,

Pronouns: They/Them

Mainly mentioned: Reader, Montgomery Gator

Summary: After a long day of photos and handing out signatures, a growing migraine began to manifest, having had enough company for today you decide to wounder around the Plex, finding yourself at a certain abnormally dark room.

A/N: This one is kinda lengthy, but I enjoyed writing this lol.

Word count: 3550

Old wounds and new scars

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An exasperated groan rattled your vocal wires, slumping onto the neon furniture, gears spurring in exhaustion. It had been a long day, a VERY long day. your wrist gave an auditable pop as it rolled, releasing pleasure from under the joint.

The green room door flung open with a clunk as a familiar figure stepped inside.

With a bow of your head Vanessa pulled your operation tablet from her belt. With a hefty chuckle her sapphire orbs directed to your slouched form (E/C) orbs directed to your brightly colored feet. "Looks like you had rough day, huh?" She mumbled, you nodded with an autotuned hearty chuckle. "Yeah, but it was worth it! I got to meet so many cool people, but a small handful were just God awful." You snickered, head lifting from your slouched position with a snarky eyeroll.

"Well, your system looks fine, your tablet says your joints are a bit stiff but keep moving around and you should be good by tomorrow. Closing time is at eleven thirty, so be sure to get here before then so you're not getting locked out of your room." The blond lectured waving a finger as if to make her point more meaningful. You nodded with a lazy salute. "Yes ma'am" turning on her heel she strode towards the door, swiping her card as she did.

Silance filled your room as the door closed with a loud click. Leaning back against the soft furniture your eyes scanned, observing the vibrant colors scattered around the Neon themed room.

Wallpaper black with brightly colored shapes, littered with a bubbly drawing of face that would glow when your black lights would switch on. In the left corner near the unnaturally bright yellow and blue vanity sat a large neon drum set.

God was all of these bright colors giving you a migraine. Clutching your eyes shut you pressed a padded finger to where your temple would be located, a failed attempt to sooth the ever-growing headache?

With a huff you clapped your hands together before pushing yourself from the once again vibrant furniture. Rolling your eyes slightly you headed toward the metal sliding door that opened immediately, seeming to catch you off guard.

Vanessa had to use a card so why didn't you?

With a shake of your head, your legs trudged forwards tiredly, foot pads aching at the action. brushing the feeling away you strode through the main hall, observing the bits and pieces encased in thick glass.

must be a sort of museum, what an odd place to build a place for children.

you dialogued mentally, (E/C) Hues again raking over the wide hall. Quirking a brow, you noticed the other four rooms, curtains drawn and lights off.

"Huh," you chuffed before mumbling "must be shut down for the night." Arms folded in front of you slightly you made your way towards the main lobby.

This place was way bigger, and I mean WAY bigger than what you expected it to be, for God's sake there was a golden twenty-foot Freddy Fazbear statue inside!

Brows furrowing your mind grew blank.

"How the Hell did I not see that?" You gaped, head leaning back to properly look at the giant statue before you.

"(Y/N)! There you are!" Your brightly pigmented ears perked at the squeaky, hyper feminine tone. Chica jogged down the stairs above that you had yet again not noticed. The white chicken bounced as she walked. "You seem impossibly happier, what's the occasion." You hummed brow perking slightly as you asked. She chuckled excitedly beak spreading into a wide grin as she spoke. "Well, me and the others were waiting for you! I made some pizza to celebrate your first official and successful performance!" Your gears fluttered at her words, before you could speak a gloved hand gripped the join to your wrist, tugging you away from the lobby and up the escalader stairs with a yelp.

You giggled slightly stumbling behind the taller female who had pretty much dragged you from your peaceful stroll.

"Calm down Chica! Your gonna dislocate my join you keep pulling on me like that!" You snickered breathlessly. The said female spit raspberries, waving a dismissing hand in your direction. "PSH, your over exaggerating!" She squeaked, sliding doors opening loudly with a clang. Skidding to a stop you struggled, padded feet skidding, and sliding from lack of friction. Within seconds you had crashed into your female friend.

Jolting forward Chica giggled. "I AM SO SORRY" You cried. "You're alright, the floors were waxed before everyone left- but! We are here!" (E/C) orbs directing to where she had been leading you to, was a large table, Black cloth draped over its surface. Atop the cloth was a bright combination of neon paper plates and silverware. The air smelled of cumin and oily pizza.

Again, your gears throbbed at the sight before you. "I- Chica, you didn't have too." the said white chicken placed a finger to your (snout/lips) with a hush. "I'm not the only one who thought of this! Come on out guys!" As those words rolled from her tongue a nearby door was thrown open with a clank. Head snapping to the sound a bellowing laugh left your throat.

Infront of you stood Roxanne and Freddy Fazbear littered in cooking ingredients, flour, cinnamon, and yep Cumin. Your laughter bellowed through the small party room. Clutching the base of your stomach you cried out.

The others joining your humored harmony. Swiping a fake tear from your cheek you stuttered. "Y-You didn't- oh my lord- you didn't have to do this, you all have already made me feel so welcomed but this, isn't this a bit much?" You breathed.

Freddy chuckled anxiously, rubbing the back of his head. "Now that you say something, yeah it may be, but we wanted to celebrate! Today you did absolutely amazing on stage despite how visibly uncomfortable and nervous you were, you pulled through and gave the audience a perfect performance!" He spoke boldly as Roxanne rushed from the kitchen, pizza pan in hand. The intoxicating smell of pizza again wafting in your nostrils, if you had a tongue your mouth would be watering.

clearing his throat Freddy began once again. "So, we wanted to happily and properly welcome you to our own little family!"

Placing the smoldering pan of greasy rations onto the clothed table Roxanne grinned cheekily. "Welcome home (Y/N)" she spoke boldly, almost meeting Freddys fatherly aura. "What'cha watin' for? Dig in!"

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The warm sound of laughter and conversation clung to your ears. Comforting atmosphere wrapping around your smaller figure like a secure quilt.

Freddy gave a cheeky grin as he dished out the cuisine, placing a piece of pizza onto the plate in front of you. Nodding toward the bear in appreciation you lifted the slice to your (Snout/beak/lips).

Even without a tongue the exquisite flavors danced around your mouth like a memorable tango.

Inhaling a breath, you looked up from the half-eaten plate of Pizza, eyes skimming over the animatronics that sat near you.

It amazed you, just a week ago you had arrived, an anxious, and stuttering mess. Too nervous to even step in their line of view or make the smallest peep in fear of being judged. But you were welcomed with open arms! Well- most of them welcomed you with open arms.

With furrowed brows your hazel hues again raked over the few animatronics.

Ones missing...

from across the table, you spotted a single neon green plate, untouched and unserved.

Montgomery.

He was the missing piece.

suddenly the happy mood you were in turned sour.

How could you forget about Montgomery? He was a part of the band too.

hesitantly Standing from your seat you chuckled, playing into the comforting atmosphere. Strolling towards the empty chair you picked up the plate, sliding it swiftly under your own successfully hiding the paper dish. Making your way towards the kitchen doors you patted a heavy hand on Freddy's shoulder. "I'm going to go and get a few more pieces of Pizza then go for a walk, I haven't been able to check the place out entirely yet. I'll be back by the time our rooms lock."

Freddy nodded swallowing the mouthful he had eaten. "Alright, don't take too long kid, you need to recharge for tomorrow's performance." He lectured as you trotted towards the kitchen doors that opened with a clink.

The strong scent of Pizza hit you like a truck as the hot air nipped at your nose and thin mettle of your ear. With scanning eyes, you spotted a freshly pulled pizza, steam still rolling from its surface, glancing around your shoulder you saw no one.

Sliding the green plate from under your own you placed a decent serving on both plates you again raked the room, seeing if anyone had seen you.

Quickly and efficiently your stomach hatched snapped open with a hiss, sliding the plate of pizza into your hatch it snapped back closed with another hiss.

"What are you doing? There is a cooler pizza right here you know?" The familiar voice of Roxanne made you jolt, head snapping to the girl.

You hadn't even heard the door open.

You hummed in reply with a nod. "Yeah, I'm aware, but it so damn good when its till hot." You beamed with a squeal. Roxanne snickered at your words slightly before turning towards the door once again. "See ya later (N/N), don't get lost!" She snickered, again leaving you alone in the room.

You heaved a sigh placing a padded hand on your chest plate, where your heart would be located. The gears spurred and grinded spastically at the scare.

With a shake of your head, you headed towards the door's kitty corner to the party rooms, opening with a pss.

As the door shut with a loud clank you began to stroll around the Plex. Neon lights glared down at you harshly with judging pigments that complimented yours quite nicely.

Unlike last time you were not wondering mindlessly hoping to stumble upon something that would perk your interest, but you were an animatronic on a mission.

With heavy footsteps your eyes scanned the walls, every so often you would poke your head into the party rooms, each room with specific themes for each animatronic. (E/C) raked the surrounding areas reading each glowing sign, as you searched for the oversized Gator.

as time passed you finally came to the conclusion.

You were lost.

You had stopped reading the signs after about ten minutes of running around, careful not to spill Montgomery's pizza inside of your stomach hatch. Getting tired of lugging your plate of food around you eventually dumped it into the mascot themed trash cans before continuing your adventure.

Every so often you would catch sight of the small CAUTION robots, you admired the small ears that poked from the top of your head obviously, the signature Freddy Fazbear ears but excluding the earing and the small wiggle they did when he would express happiness.

You sighed heavily, slouching slightly, still cautious as to not spill the food inside of your stomach cavity. With an anxious pause your glowing hues scanned the rather exotic landscape.

Large plastic palm trees littered the edges, riding the walls, rubber leaves reflecting the green and purple lights that illuminated most of the said room.

The sound of running water and growling monsters made your wires tense anxiously.

"Why are you in here? Shouldn't you be with the others?" A deep raspy voice growled threateningly.

You jolted, coiling at the sudden voice.

Montgomery

How many times were you going to be scared today?

With trembling hands, you rubbed the back of your head. "W-Well.. The others were throwing a party. I-I noticed you weren't present and uh-"

"Came to find me? Heh, aren't you so kind." You froze as he mocked your pity with narrowed eyes, clearly amused with your vague explanation. Montgomery stepped out of his hiding spot from behind a cluster of palm trees, leaning against the tree's base he tilted his star glasses to get a good look at your tense figure. Ruby orbs scanning your figure with a quirked brow. "You never answered my question, why are you here?" He spoke again this time more bluntly voice harsh but strong. Snapping from your frozen state your eyes shot around at a frantic attempt to avoid eye contact.

"Well- erm-" You paused lifting an index finger nervously. "One moment please!" You breathed out stressfully, turning your back to the gator male.

With a sigh Montgomery crossed his arms. Mouth thinly lined in irritation. He was not in the mood for this. As you turned your back, he heard a faint hiss come from your system as your spine seemed to dislocate. reaching an arm into your stomach cavity it hissed again with a clank.

Turning back around slowly he noticed the green plate in your palm.

"It- uh- kinda got cold on my way here..." You spoke, tone laced with sadness as your (E/C) Hues averted to the floor.

He chuffed scoff, vermilion eyes rolling as he lifted a snarled lip.

"I don't know what you're doin' tryin' ta be all nice to me but I aint gonna be falling for your shenanigans." he growled lowly, a district hiss escaping his throat threateningly. Your ears coiled leaning closer to your skull as your eyes finally collided with his, boring into one another as if to assert some sort of dominance. "What are you trying to say?" You spoke, voice unwavering.

Montgomery bared his razored fangs as he rushed forwards. The once firm gaze the two of you held now fell, your system now overtaken with fright as his fanged mouth came closer to your face.

Instinctively raising your arms in defense, you flinched, green plate falling from your hand as an animalistic roar came from his throat.

Your eyes clenched shut harshly, jaw tense as you expected his jaw to come in contact with your smaller figure.

But nothing came...

"I thought I fucken told ya I didn't want ya in here!" He barked gripping the security bot's head harshly. You shifted, hands falling to your side.

He wasn't going after you...

"I- What?" You mumbled slightly as the bot was shoved from the room by the oversized gator. Your gears grinded as relief coursed through your wires.

The door closed with a scape as Montgomery turned towards your disassociated figure, staring at him mindlessly. The gator quirked a brow, raising a finger to lower his glasses into the bridge of his snout.

"S-so you weren't going after me?" You breathed gaining a hearty chuckle from the green mascot. Montgomery ran a gloved hand through his wine colored mohawk heaving a sigh and the shake of his head. "But- you rushed at me- you said something about shenanigans? -"

"No, I wasn't going after you, I was talking to the fuckin bot- they are always scouting shit." Montgomery stopped as he turned towards you again. "Wait, you thought I was going to hurt you?" An irritated growl escaped his throat followed with that same distinct hiss following close behind. "They-" he paused, slapping a hand to his side, tail slapping the floor harshly. "They told you about the Bonnie incident, didn't they? God damn it- I didn't hurt that fucking rabbit. He attacked me first!" He seethed pointing an accusing finger in your direction, rage swirling within his scarlet orbs. You stepped back; hands raised defensively head shaking, denning his accusations.

"I- Who's Bonnie?" You squeaked nervously. Montgomery's snout opened again to throw another accusation only to have the words caught in his throat. It was obvious as he stared into your vibrant (E/C) hues, you had no idea as to who Bonnie was.

Shit.

Your black plushed hands slowly fell as you stepped forwards, toward the gator, careful not to accidentally slip on the discarded plate of pizza that had fallen from your palm just moments ago. Montgomery rubbed a heavy palm under his star framed glasses.

Gingerly placing a hesitant hand on his shoulder, or what you could reach of it. Sliding his hands down his features he glanced down at your smaller form. "Would you like to talk it out? If not, it's alright." You spoke with such delicacy; you spoke to him with such calmness and an oddly caring tone a tine he had never really heard from anyone towards him, even though you had yet to correctly converse with him. So much for first impressions. And boy do they stick.

Montgomery heaved a sigh, anger subsiding into somewhat of embarrassment but agreeing none the less.

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The sound of running water surrounded the two of you as you leaned over the railing of his gator lift way, gazing onto the golf course beneath your feet.

The green and purple lights illuminated the rubber palm leaves that hung lowly within the dimly lit room.

Montgomery heaved a sigh as he glanced your way. "I'm sure you want an explanation for what I said earlier." He hummed softly as he leaned over the edge, hands laying limp as he did so. You glanced in the gator's direction as an indication you were listening, even though you had not asked for an explanation but if hearing his pain and being able to help him with his emotions would help, you were willing.

Montgomery breathed in with a hiss as he spoke. "The first few weeks I was brought into the pizza plex, there was a rabbit- bunny sorry." You nodded with a soft hum as if afraid to scare him off. "Him and Freddy were very close, as I grew closer to the bunny as well, he was a great guy but one day I invited him to play some mini golf. It had taken me longer than normal to get to my golf course here because of maintenance and such, but when I got here- all of my lights were off. I don't ever turn my lights off completely but when I got in here it was like a dark presence was looming over the area. I swear I could feel the things hot breath." He explained a violet gloved hand coming to rub the back of his neck as if feeling that same sensation again with a shiver as he continued hesitantly. "But when I walked in all I heard was a low animalistic rumble, with the hypnotizing but familiar glow of his eyes he lunged, I didn't want to hurt him, so I didn't fight back. When everything finally stopped, he was looming over me. Violet eyes glaring daggers into my disheveled body. I thought it was the end of me, but when morning came so did the employees. Officer Vanessa was the one to find me. After reviewing camera footage, they saw what had happened and Bonnie had been deconditioned and thrown away." His head dropped, once hard ruby hues now dull and strained at the memory of his lost friend, you lifted a reassuring hand to his back rubbing calming circles, his form slackened slightly as he turned a slight glance to your smaller figure. "Ever since then, I was repaired and given these claws, they were made for me to protect myself." His hands lifted, revealing the said claws that clenched harshly. "Ever since his deconditioning everyone pointed the blame to me, I am told daily by costumers that I will never be as good as he was. But when you were performing today, that smile and energy you had was immaculate it was enough to make this ol' gator smile, but I heard someone say something about you while we were performing, and I lost it." He paused glancing up at your vibrant neon hues. "When I looked in your direction during the performance, I wasn't looking at you, I was glaring at the teens next to you. I noticed how uncomfortable and anxious I made you so when everything was over, I stormed off, angry at myself for making you feel like that and here we are now..."

"It's alright." You said bluntly, gazing out onto the somewhat comforting paradise beneath the two of you, lifting from the railing you gave him a reassuring smile making his head snap into your direction snout nearly smacking you in the head. "I don't care what they say about me, I'm not here to impress some asshole teens with their heads up their ass and adults who scoff at my- our presence, I'm here to make people happy no matter the cost. Even if it costs me both my mental and physical health- erm- programing." You stated gaining a pat on the head from Montgomery who hummed in satisfaction.

"I like you kid, you're smarter than ya seem and that's pretty impressive for someone who has been here for only a week and had a single performance." You chuckled elbowing the gator in the side gaining a playful groan in response.

"Enough of this sappy shit, how about we go to the party room and get you something to eat eh?-" You paused suddenly eyes averting to the neon green plate below. Montgomery followed your line of sight seeing the somewhat squashed pieces of pizza on the carpeted floor. "Sure- The janitor bots will clean that up." He hummed leaning his star framed glasses down on the bridge of his nose before sending you a playful wink.

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FINALLY DONE WITH THIS CHAPTER WOOOOO

I would also like to say thank you all for the amazing support on this book like series, it has been amazing seeing how many enjoy my writing.

But sadly, I may have to go in Hiatus for a bit, my grandmother has grown deathly Ill and I have to bid her good-bye tomorrow morning. So, I may be uploading some ranted angst.

Requests are OPEN

Fnaf SB X NonBi!Blacklight!Drummer!Animatronic!reader

Beat Your Own drum

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,

ANNOUNCEMENT

Request: no

Pairing: none

mainly mentioned: Reader

Pronouns: They/them

Warnings: Anxiety, Possible anxiety attack, swearing

A/N: This isn't like the bullet point post that I did last time. This is the lengthy story format.

ENCORE

Anxiety embraced your tense form warmly, invisible limbs wrapping around your torso whispering harmful nothings in your brightly pigmented ears.

A shudder racked your spine sending unwelcomed twinges through your wires, your fingertips even though you weren't supposed to feal, felt numb, tingly, like pins and needles of a limb that had fallen asleep after being seated for too long.

A large firm hand placed itself on the little of your back, jolting your head spun (E/C) hues meeting with a pair of ocean blue ones that swirled with a flurry of emotions you were yet able to read.

The main singer had noticed your tense figure, ears pulled to the sides of your head and twitching fingers, every so often he would catch incoherent mumbles of encouragement but only for it to be of to no avail. Shoving the small resentment and anger towards you aside he took it upon himself to check on you.

"You ready kid?" he hums softly almost like you were a meek little bird that would be startled by even the slightest movement, brows furrowing his sky-colored orbs swirled with concern. Shaking your head, you turned from his blue and red lined masked face, eyes directed to the elevator like stage platform, instruments equally spaced for each animatronic. You could hear the upbeat music that played above the surface, it just barely reaching your ears. "No, but do I really have a choice?" Your ears sunk further, shoulders rising as a labored breath? racked your chest. Your anxiety had grown worse at the distinct chatter that seeped into the underground 'Mascot aid and performance' area.

The bears large hand like paw circled, calmly trailing your back at an attempt to calm your stressed wires and spurring gears. "You're going to do great, I'm sure of it!" He chirped, monotone voice humming comfortably.

Your body jolted forwards as a sudden weight slung itself across your back. A bubbly giggle escaped the chicken's beak as she snuggled her feathers against your face. It hadn't taken long for you two to grow close, yeah, she was iffy on your first arrival and how you would react, this having been the reason because of a certain gator... but after the week of maintenance and such you were able to finally properly interact with the crew. The others had to admit you were quite well with the ladies as you already had Chica and Roxanne wrapped around your finger. "Come on (Y/N)! You're gonna do amazing!" She squealed; lean arms being wrapped around your neck careful not to jab you in the head with her pink shoulder guards.

"But-"

"Alright droids, get in your places its show time!" A prepubescent voice demanded patting Montgomery on the back whose tail swayed behind him as he jogged towards his assigned spot on the moving stage platform, lifting the warm colored base guitar strap over his head he groaned, struggling momentarily as he attempted to get the strap over his purple shoulder guards. A few incoherent curses later the instrument was finally in its rightful place on his shoulder.

Placing a hand on your own yellow shoulder guards Freddy nodded. Saphire hues boring into your own as if to silently cheer you on.

Furrowing your brows, you nodded back with a deep breath. "I've got this... Maybe..." With a hearty chuckle the bear patted your shoulder reassuringly. "There you go. come on." He smiled softly head leaning toward the others who looked back at the two.

"LET'S ROCK THE ROOF OFF THIS JOINT!" Montgomery chanted, deep voice bellowing through the opening above.

Your legs took on a mind of their own as you marched to your drum set, the neon lights inside glowing brightly followed with the neon yellow drumsticks on the side.

eyes everting toward the chair before you, you sat clawed hands wrapping around the wooden, neon sticks, foot on the bass drums peddle you heaved a breath with another firm nod.

"Let's fucking do this."

The stage platform jerked, your metal exterior skeleton clinking together softly. The music blared as the announcer's voice boomed proudly.

"LADYS AND GENTALMEN BOYS AND GIRLS FAZBEAR ENTERTAINMENT WOULD LIKE YOU TO PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER FOR THE FREDDY FAZBEAR BAND, WE ALSO WANT TO GIVE A WARM WELCOME TO OUR NEW RECRUIT TO THE CREW PLEASE WELCOME (Y/N) THE (Animal)!"

Deafening cries of welcoming filled your soul as the platform finally came to a jolting stop.

The music quieted as did the crowd.

Stage lights shining on you, the new center of attention.

With an anxious exhale your arms lifted, neon drumsticks suspended in the air.

Everything felt as if it had slowed, crippling anxiety ate, devouring your nonexistent stomach, you felt as if you could hurl. With clenching eyes and a firm smack of your sticks the lights flickered.

The crowd roared as they cried out in awe at your now vibrantly glowing appearance as your sticks thrummed against the instrument Infront of you.

Eyes fluttering open slightly you gazed to the crowd, glowsticks and neon apparel illuminating the huge room as they danced. You grinned widely at the breath-taking sight, anxiety fading away like a monster in the light.

Glancing from your audience your (E/C) hues met with a pair of blue ones once again. Freddy grinned as he danced along the stage spitting lyrics. Roxanne's hair flew into the air, clearly feeling the new beat as she headbanged.

Chica cried out in silent cheers as she tore a mean riff grinning widely at your illuminating form.

However, when your eyes landed on the oversized Gator, he glared back with resentment? Anger?

Again, anxiety devoured your wires, figure becoming stiff and jerky as he turned away from you.

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"You did AMAZING out there (N/N)!" Chica cried as she hoped around the now descended platform. You lay the drumsticks down wiping the developed condensation from your brow smiling nervously at the hyper chicken who seemed to notice your still tense form.

Beak opening to speak she was cut off by a loud crash, heads jerking in the direction of the destruction you coiled.

Montgomery growled loudly as he marched from the room, Bass guitar laying on the ground somewhat unharmed "I gotta go blow some fuckin' steam." He growled marching down the hall, footsteps fading as he trudged.

You sighed softly ears once again retreating to the side of your head.

Freddy turned facing your saddened form. "Don't mind him, he's a bit hot headed." He spoke nonchalantly with the shake of his head. You nodded mouth opening to reply.

"Don't- he does this a lot; you'll get used to it eventually." Roxanne sighed.

"H-How about we go and do our meet and greets now? I'm sure Monty will come around eventually." Chica suggested with a nervous chuckle. With mutters of agreement again a large hand placed itself on the little of your back. Glancing up at the brown bear he chuckled.

"Better grab a few pens and get ready for flashing camera's because you're the center of attention today." Your nervous smile faltered into a poker face at the mention of this. With a long sigh your shoulders slunk forward, torso slouching as you stumbled from the performance room.

This was gonna be a long day...

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WOOOO TWO PARTS IN ONE DAY, YALL BLEW PART ONE UP (to me anyway) BUT HERE IS YA PART 2, PART 3 COMING AS SOON AS I AM FINISHED.

I also might turn this into a full-blown book that I will probably put on like Wattpad and shit too so- yeah. Let me know if I should or not!!

Fnaf SB X NonBi!Blacklight!Drummer!Animatronic!reader

Beat Of Your Own Drum

Request: No

Pairing(s): None, platonic

Warnings: Mentions of Bonnie (I found that Bonnie is a sensitive subject for some.),

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, part 4, Part 5, ANNOUNCEMENT

First interaction/Opinions

When your future arrival was first announced the animatronics were informed that you would be taking a place on stage alongside them as a drummer. But also informed that Bonnie Bowl would be reconstructed into (Y/N)'s Boom Room.

Freddy was not as big of a fan at the mentions of his old friend's area being taken over by a total stranger, to say the least it affected him the most. What if you weren't fit for the responsibility of caring for such an important (according to Freddy at least) room? What if you tore it apart and destroyed all that was left of his buddy?

Montgomery on the other hand seemed overjoyed at the mention of that god forsaken eyesore of a Bowling alley finally disappearing. But did not seem so happy about the new arrival, but you are winning your way to his good side even though he hasn't even spoken to the yet arrived new attraction.

Chica, the same as Freddy was not very joyous over the whole ordeal of the alley's demise but she was quite excited about the arrival of their new bandmate.

As time passed the crew began to notice changes around the plex, bigger brighter and more eye-catching posters, the large sized (what they guessed to be) drum set that sat at the far corner of the stage, sheet tossed over the equipment to keep children and parents from questioning.

They also watched with saddened hearts as the sign from Bonnie Bowl was removed and construction had resumed as scheduled.

a few (2 long) months later

When the day came, a squad of movers backed a large truck to the front of the empty building, since it had been closed to 'Welcome the new recruit'

after getting your crate moved inside, they set the heavy box of machinery onto the tiled flooring. A few mechanics took it to the main stage that had been emptied of any of the band members so the workers could do what needed to be done.

It took a hot minute to get your crate open after descending into the parts and service under the main stage, it took quite a few crowbars and pounding hammers, the business you had come from said it was a 'safety precaution' for if something happened or they got lost you would not get damaged or stolen "If they were stolen from the truck the thief would have one hell of a time trying to pry that crate open! We need to keep our best work of art and latest advanced piece of technology safe after all!"

After a lengthy time, consuming check up on your electrical, movement programing, systems and vocal checkups on the operation table in the Protective Cylinder you ascended back onto the lift for the main show stage.

as the show stage lift jolted to a stop you were greeted by the four main band-men (Women)(mates)

At first, they were confused, and somewhat awe struck at your rather dark? appearance. Your body was encased with black plushed fur, but your stomach, snout, eyes, arm guards, kneecaps, feet(paws) and the inside of your ears were painted with vibrant neon colors that mainly consisted of red, blue, green and pinks.

Roxy was the first to welcome you to the plex and the new part of the band surprisingly, you honestly expected that Freddy or Chica would have been the ones who would warmly welcome you.

Speaking of Freddy, he stood quite a way away... eyeing you from afar. He despised the twinge of resentment that bubbled in the pit of his programing, he hadn't even heard you speak or interact with the others yet. That was till Roxanne tossed her arm over your shoulders.

Now that he saw your size difference, he rubbed the back of his neck. You were quite short compared to the rest. (You're not that short but you are quite short lmao)

The electricians warned the animatronics and workers that the lights were to momentarily to go out to check the new lights that were installed around the Plex.

As soon as the words leave the workers mouth the lights are shut down and immediately long black lights illuminated the building.

Again, in awe the crew gazed upon your magnificence, your body painted in neon glowed, illuminating the room with vibrant pigments.

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