Getting stuck in a vent or crawlspace at Fazbear's Fright and being alarmed to hear that creepy bunny animatronic shuffling around. You had heard from the new security guard that he swears it moves around at night, but you had thought it was just his hallucinations from getting too sleep-deprived each night. Can it really move on its own?

Once it gets closer you realize it's found you and you feel it grab you. Yet instead of trying to kill you, it seems to be pulling at your legs after a moment. Is it trying to get you out? You won't complain considering nobody else would be in the building until morning. You're constantly thanking the character, feeling so stupid for talking to it like it's a person but grateful nonetheless, but suddenly you feel its hands reach your waist; instead of pulling you out though, it tears at the button of your jeans until it gives and then yanks your pants all the way off.

Before you can ask what the fuck its doing or try to kick away, the animatronic tears your undergarments and you feel its suit pressing against you. The cold metal of the exposed animatronic and irritating fur material is uncomfortable, but unexpected--what ISN'T is the blunt fleshy...thing being pushed through the exoskeleton's gaps and rubbing your entrance. It's...this thing is a human? Or it has one inside the suit? How the hell are they alive?

You plead and scream for help as it pulls your legs apart and starts to attempt to enter you. You hear a sickening rasp muffled by your position in the vent and the feeling of its cock sinking into you. It's barely warmer than the metal of the suit, some of which is pressing into the flesh of your thighs and backside as the animatronic starts to frantically thrust into you. It---he?--can only manage to penetrate you for about five or six inches, as after that you feel part of the metal exoskeleton preventing further access to your walls. But with how this monster is panting and groaning and gurgling, it doesn't seem frustrated much by the barrier. A few jagged edges of the exoskeleton pinch and scratch your ass and thighs as he thrusts faster and faster.

You barely make out intelligible words as it fucks into you: "mine," "little fool," "30 bloody years without," "more," "suffer". When he cums inside, you can barely stay conscious and are sobbing, begging for help from someone, anyone. You feel your own orgasm crash through you, offering a temporary rush of endorphins and relief from this nightmare. You feel it yank your body by the legs out of the container and you land on the filthy tiled floor, and you finally get a glimpse of the monster wandering around this place. You see the hidden face inside the exoskeleton and scream again. How is this man alive? Who are they? And why were they doing this to you?

He drags you by the ankles and throws you into a storage room. There's a sizeable gap in the flooring leading to a hidden area, a crawlspace that could easily hide you from view. The abomination continues to rasp and it twitches as it moves, binding your hands and feet. The animatronic shuffles around the room, shoving giant storage boxes against the one door leading out and the vent nearby, and attaching stacks of spare costumes to the walls. Your blood runs cold when you see it reach for the building key on your lanyard, the only one aside from your only other employee besides the manager's (who rarely comes by, and may not even know about this place). He hides the key inside the head of its exoskeleton far beyond your reach, and you sob as it crawls on top of you to line itself up with your cunt again. You shut your eyes tight, but the sound of ghostly groaning, creaking metal, and the stench of the ruined foam and rotting corpse inside makes sure you can't take your mind off this hell.

The night is a terrifying blur, and when the monster finally has its fill, it tears off a piece of its suit and shoves it far into your mouth. The taste makes you gag, and you're unable to spit the large chunk out without risk of choking. You're shoved into the crawlspace and the creature moves stacks of storage boxes in front to keep you totally concealed. You fall unconscious, limp and much worse for wear.

The next evening, Mike comes in and sees a new message from his absentee manager on the answering machine.

"Heyyyy, man! So sorry about this, but we're gonna need you to stay every night from now on. The other night guard bailed on us without putting in her two weeks, which is a real bummer. She didn't even let us know she left; her key was on the front desk and the Help Wanted section of the paper was circled over and over with a red marker. Red? Dark brown? Ah well. Anyway, I know it sucks dude. But check it out, I think one of the other employees installed a new sound effect! It sounds super sick, like you can hear one of the victims' ghosts or something crying and begging to get out. Maybe we can work it into the story for the animatronic we found, like the guests have to save the spirit or something. But we'll have to fix up the timing though, sometimes it'll start up out of nowhere during the day. Anyway, don't get spooked if you hear it play during the night; like everything else here, it's probably just on the fritz, haha. Also...I don't wanna be a prude, but if you brought a girl here this week, you uh...left something behind. I don't like to breach the Bro Code, but clean up a little next time, man! If you wanna bring any freaky chicks that wanna get boinked in a creepy place like this, be a little more discreet. And let me know if she has a hot freaky friend!"

those fuck ass animatronics would not have stood a chance against this absolute god

Something about FNAF 3 and Fazbear Frights taking place in 2023 in our current social media landscape

(part 2)

CHECK OUT MY DRAWING PLEAAASE :)

Guys the FNAF movie was so good

GIRLY JUST FOUND OUT ABOUT CYERCE ELEGANS

If Cyerce nigricans is a butterfly, then this is a fairy... Cyerce nigricans for comparison:

hey check this out. *puts him in the fucking microwave*

It's okay guys! Freddy's just nervous

i was explaining my sexuality to my coworkers abt how im both asexual and into kink culture, and after a minute my coworker said "Oh! It's like, you don't play the FNaF games, but you like the lore!" and i haven't recovered

Like father like daughter 🐰🔪

(Accidentally deleted the request but it was for William Afton noncon with a fem!Darling working as a server)

He supposed that he could see why his wife had walled herself off from him. Losing one child is a tragedy, but losing two is something unimaginable. And yes, she had a good reason to blame him even without knowing exactly what had happened. But he was in pain too, and she was refusing to see that.

Eventually the icy, two-word responses she'd give him now and her insistence on sleeping on the couch-bed whenever he wasn't working late and wanted to share their bed together would wear on him. And his right hand could only do so much to get that stress out of his system. That and focusing on his research were the closest things he had to therapy: work through the pain, cum for a little surge of endorphins to cut through the pain, and then back to working through the pain.

But over time, he'd unconsciously start to seek out another kind of comfort once it started to wear off. And it came in the form of a server at one of the pizzerias. She was a relatively new hire, a hard worker but a little too sympathetic and eager to make everyone (coworkers and guests) happy.

His mind usually wandered in an academic sense whenever he was at work, but whenever he saw her now, things would take a different turn. That tacky pizzeria uniform shouldn't be something anyone can fill out nicely, yet here he was idly chewing the end of his pen and leering at her whenever she bent over to comfort a crying child or lean by the kitchen window to yell out a new order.

It was easy to get access to her, since he was the boss and all. He'd change her schedule so that the two of them would be in the same area during closing hours, and soon idle conversation would become more friendly. Intimate. Whenever he vented about little inconveniences at work and the like, the naive little fool really listened to him and tried to comfort him. It felt so nice, having someone he could get some kind of warmth from again. It almost made him feel human after everything he'd done so far.

He made sure to escalate things slowly. He'd put a hand on her shoulder or back sometimes when talking her through the animatronics' functions or her duties for the day, chuckle and call her a sweetheart or angel whenever she did something nice to him or someone else--though he was irritated whenever she wasn't catering to him specifically. The other idiots at this place had other people they could go to for comfort, to be talked to gently with genuine kindness. All Afton had was his only living child, the one who he blamed heavily for his predicament, and her. Unlike Michael, he would make sure she couldn't disappoint him.

A little scheduling error on his part had led to her taking the night shift while he worked late in his office. And just like he knew she would, she'd popped in to ask if he needed anything. "Some company, if that's alright." Even though she had other tasks to do, she'd just smiled gently and walked towards him; of COURSE he took priority.

When he talked about his wife, the rest of the staff, and the rest of his family becoming more distant, she'd looked at him with a mixture of pity and genuine concern for him. He couldn't remember the last time anyone had felt sorry for him besides himself. She'd made some impassioned little speech about how nothing that happened to his family was his fault, and that his wife was probably just struggling to cope with everything too. Just showing up to work every day and try to move on must be so overwhelming for him! And even if he can't bring his children back (untrue of course, but she had no idea of his research with Remnant and the true nature of the animatronics), he's doing everything he can to go on. That's so admirable.

William had felt his cock twitch when she'd said that. She admired him.

When she asked if there was anything she could do to help, he'd taken her hand and chuckled when her eyes widened in surprise. He was less amused when she'd tried to pull her hand back as he placed it onto his chest. Hadn't she wanted to help him? Didn't she admire him? Then why would she refuse him like this?

The poor thing had started crying when he forced a kiss on her and slipped his hands under her work shirt. He'd gotten so used to hearing sobs and screams in his sleep and the back of his mind by now--though the ones in his head belonged to children. Her whimpers and pleas meant nothing to him.

She'd crumbled so quickly with barely any resistance after that. He rewarded her for being so accommodating by making sure she was ready for him, ordering her to lay down on his desk while he toyed with her cunt and assaulted her neck, lips, and breasts with his mouth. She sounded so much sweeter and warmer than his wife, and tasted just as wonderful. Even before the accidents, he and Mrs. Afton had started to succumb to the bed-death stage of marriage that comes with having three children and little time for sex outside holidays like anniversaries and Valentine's Day. Even then, it was an obligation for the two of them. But ____, she was making him feel twenty years younger just by how she said his name (pleading for him to stop, insisting she won't say anything, to at least slow down...)

He promised himself that next time, he'd taste her cunt properly and not just by sucking his fingertips after making her cum all over him. He'd smirked at just how quickly she'd done it; he was only planning on getting her a bit wet for him, but clearly he wasn't as rusty at this as he thought.

Her fingers gripped his white button-up so tightly when he'd sheathed himself inside of her, and as he relentlessly pounded into her he prayed that she'd leave a few marks on him in addition to wrinkling his shirt. He couldn't wait to see the look on his wife's face when she went to do the laundry and found his clothes mussed up and smelling of sex and sweat and ____'s perfume. Just because SHE was eager to be alone didn't mean he was going to be.

He had planned to pull out, but fuck, feeling her squeeze around his cock and hearing those noises coming from her soft lips...before he knew it, he'd filled her up and felt her shivering and sniffling against him. She'd been so desperate for support that she'd wrapped her arms around him, the man doing this to her, and buried her face into his chest while sobbing and begging for him to stop. William panted and silently hoped her makeup would smear his shirt too as he held her and slowly pulled out of her.

He started to stroke her hair while slowly rocking his hips against her, smiling darkly as he kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you for helping me, love."

THIS IS THE FUNNIEST PHOTO HE LOOKS PISSED

Someone taped a photo of Markiplier to the FNAF poster at our theater

Of course the other animatronics killed people but between mauling the guy directly in the face, hamstringing Mike, and setting off Afton’s spring-locks, the Cupcake had the most blood on its teeth.

Vicious little thing! 🧁

All of these images have the same energy

My favourite scene from the FNAF movie,,