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kurain-genealogy · 7 months

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i said i was gonna post about it and i am. i don't think william afton hates his kids. i don't think william afton is a mad scientist that kidnapped and put children in hallucinogenic gas chambers. whatever the fuck dittophobia said about afton doing all that, plus not stopping/furthering the bullying between michael and cc, is just dumb & wrong. william wanting his kids to fight, even die, is comically evil in the "bad writing" way. him being characterized as someone who experiments on children (including his own with no regard for their lives) in order to achieve immortality or whatever his supposed motivation is, is just really... nothing? as a character there is nothing to make him feel real. in an attempt to flesh out this character, they made him into a cartoon villain with "evil" being his only defining trait. whatever, i could talk for so long about how dumb i think all the dittophobia stuff is but i think most ppl on tumblr are on the same page regarding that.

to me, william afton is best characterized as someone who, at the Very Least, Doesn't Want His Own Children To Die. he can be a shitty father all around, or he can be a genuine loving father who is also a serial killer, as long as he Cares if they Die? most of what makes william afton an interesting villain, and where a lot of people interpret his motivation comes from, is how despite all his best efforts, he cannot prevent the death or downfall of his own family. he is in a tragedy of his own making, a self-imposed hell crafted by his hubris and violence. if you take this away, why should i care what happens to him? william afton was scariest when he was just purple guy and we knew nothing. william afton is most interesting when we have all these relationships and dynamics where we can seriously study and speculate the circumstances behind/around his actions, when he has something to lose (and will lose). william afton is most stale when more things are added to his story without purpose, filling in gaps that were better unfilled or we didn't even know were there – anything after UCN, basically. bro isn't scary anymore because he's either peepaw afton who's brought back despite his story being over, or he's cartoon network's newest over-the-top villian that you can't take seriously.

okay anyway. ANYWAY. william doesn't hate his kids. even if he's a shitty father, i think he still loves his kids. why else would he try and scare his kids away from the robots if he didn't want them to die? why would he design circus baby after his daughter if he didn't care for her, adore her, even? if you believe the theory that he talked to cc through the fredbear plush (idr if that's actually canon), why would he be trying to protect/comfort him?

i don't think he's a perfect, or even a good father, by any means. if you interpret him to be on the better side, that's great and fine. i'd love to hear how other people interpret/characterize afton if you wanna share! continuing on for this post, i'm going to lay out how i personally see william afton.

to me, he is someone who is very concerned and preoccupied with his image and how others view him & his family. even if he's super shitty and awful towards his kids, he at least cares that they all look good as a family unit, that they're well behaved, that he can send family portrait holiday cards to all his business partners and investors.

he strikes me very much as the typical authoritarian parent of the 80s. harsher on his sons because "men don't cry," wants his kids to say "yes, sir," and "no, sir," believes in "tough love," often says "my house, my rules," he has the final say in everything, maybe thinks hitting them from time to time is a normal, necessary punishment. not all entirely malicious, but thinks he's doing what's best, what's right, acting like a parent and father Should act, perhaps how he himself was raised. unfortunately, a very common parental mindset (even outside of serial killers). maybe he was a little scarier sometimes though, a little more unhinged or violently angry. who's to say.

but he's still just a guy who could exist in real life. he still eats dinner with his family every night, hangs his kids' drawings on the fridge, had to turn the car around because they wouldn't stop fighting in the backseat, attended awkward parent-teacher conferences, everything. he was once a new father who happily came home with his first newborn, lost countless nights of sleep over the course of two more, loves them because they're his.

meticulously and senselessly killed children, then came home and tucked his own into bed and kissed them goodnight.

he can be abusive and still love his kids. he can be a murderer and still care for his own kids' lives. maybe the loss of his own kids is what triggered his actions, or maybe it was something else. i'm fine with not knowing because we don't need to know everything, and it's more interesting when we don't.

Something Is Seriously Wrong With This Guy And We Don't Know What or Why. when acquaintances find out he's a suspected murderer, it should be shocking and upsetting. he's such a great man and father, he wouldn't murder those kids! when michael discovers his father's crimes, he should be in denial. sure, he could be scary sometimes, but he wouldn't kill anyone... right? there's a great cognitive dissonance between who he appears to be and who he actually is.

whether william descended into grief-induced madness and obsession, or was just always some kind of freak, or both, i don't think he saw his own family as disposable. even if he didn't truly love them, he at least needed to keep up his own facade as a friendly family man. personally i like to see him as someone who was a shitty father but still loved his kids, because people like that exist, and it makes him a much more interesting, realistic, and nuanced character than if he just didn't care about them At All.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #william afton #purple guy #dontlistento me #sorry if this is so incoherent or all over the place or rambly. im insane.#fuck it im posting

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insufferableprotagonistpoll · 5 days

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Propaganda why Aang is insufferable:

He has some very bad ideas that the narrative never explores and gets rewarded by the narrative for bad behavior.

Mostly just the way he deals with his crush on Katara and kind of forces it on her. It’s honestly really shitty because she never truly reciprocated his feelings and had plenty of moments where she shows she’s just trying not to hurt his feelings with a straight up rejection, but ends up with him in the end just because that’s what he wanted.

Like we know what it looks like when Katara actually has a crush on someone, she wouldn’t let the situation like the war affect how she feels about demonstrating those feelings when she’s so in touch with them. Like how she was with Jet and Haru. I just wish the writing team did a better job of showing Katara developing feelings for Aang way better than they did lol.

Made a series that was otherwise reasonably tolerable impossible to watch. I hate that all the jokes written for his character target 8-year-olds exclusively. Also his little TV show keeps appearing on my dash no matter how many words I block and I hate it

Propaganda why Gregory is insufferable:

This boy is so poorly written, it hurts. In the gameplay, he just acts annoyed and pissed off the whole time. Then, in the endings, he becomes a whole other character who acts scared and sad, which does not match the previous hours of gameplay AT ALL

But that just annoyed me

What really made me hate him was the GGY and Robot Gregory stuff, because OH NO, Gregory could not just be a normal kid who got into this situation by chance, he has to be a robotic recreation of the Crying Child, despite not acting one bit like CC, or, according to the GGY story in the books, he's responsible for multiple murders and is Afton's/the Mimic's apprentice.

Just let this kid be fucking normal!

(Also, unlike a lot of people, I really enjoy what the Ruin DLC did to his character. And don't try to say that's still the mimic, the mimic recycles dialog from the main game. This Gregory uses completely unique dialog, and unless the mimic was able to form new words in his voice all of a sudden, that's still him. He had to make a tough decision, one life or over hundreds and I can respect that)

Suffers from being made into another one of Matpat's ""is actually a robot theory"". It is annoying as hell, especially if its canon. We do not need robot children theories in a game about possession, child murder and serial killers. Especially not dumb theories about him being a 'recreation' of someone with a completely different personality. It has completely ruined any enjoyment I had in that character because we're just going back to the Afton family again

Someone made a good point about how his personality seems to be reminiscent of a certain trend where a video game protagonist has to be snarky even though it would’ve worked better for the horror atmosphere if he was more scared because it would’ve made the player feel his fear. I recall people being surprised about his personality and expecting him to be more scared, and I assume the developers were just afraid of ppl calling Gregory “whiny”, but it still feels like a missed opportunity

#aang #avatar the last airbender #atla #fnaf gregory #fnaf security breach #five nights at freddy's #insufferable protagonist poll #insufferable protagonist tournament #tournament poll

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twelvelevens · 4 months

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Hunting The Hunter (Chapter 1)

F!Reader x William Afton, explicit themes, bad language, eventual smut, reader is in her mid to late twenties

You tried to turn your life around by moving to Utah, where the unexpected was waiting just for you to show up. You will make sure to solve the state's biggest mystery, fulfilling your darkest desires in the process.

Ao3 link Chapter 2 Hey there! I dreamed about someone writing a fic with a strong reader, so I thought I might as well write it myself lol. It's something unusual for my blog, I rarely write fanfiction and this is honestly my first time writing something in English. So, if you notice some weird mistakes I apologize as this work hasn't been beta read. There will be multiple chapters (and the stuff will get more explicit as the story progresses), but I don't plan on making this fic very long, cause it's kinda difficult for me yet. Hope you like it!

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You always knew something was off about this man, you just couldn’t pinpoint what. An exemplary family guy, a reliable co-worker, anyone could always come for advice to… “Good morning, ladies.” A one charismatic motherfucker. He was passing you and your female colleagues by, greeting you with the most simple phrase, yet delivering it in a way every woman within 20 feet melted as she stood. Steve came up giving you an appraising look for what felt like eternity, a warm smile lighting up his bearded face once he was done with the measurements. Your stomach dropped, the man wasn’t looking at you for more than half a second moving on to talk to your colleagues, but for you the time has stopped the moment the eyes behind those gold framed glasses locked with yours. Was it fear or… excitement? Frankly, feeling any of them does not make you happy at all, considering quite a strong intuition you have as a former police officer - a part you tried to leave in the past. A part that didn’t work out. You smiled back, stabilizing yourself on a water cooler (heck, you held onto its corner for dear life), but Steve wasn’t looking anymore. He left just as suddenly as he appeared, making waves in your life sea once again.

A regular day at work was soothing you with its normality, it would’ve been the most ordinary day if not for the morning encounter. You were going through your usual paperwork sitting at the desk in a cubicle, when the quiet humming of fluorescent lamps and fax sounds were interrupted by a loud ringing of the work phone. You almost jumped in your seat at the sound that hit your ears harder than usual. You picked up to hear a familiar voice call your name. “Please, come over to my office when you’re free.” “Sure, Mr. Raglan.” You answered, being anything but sure. The quiet day has ended right there.

You cleared your throat and took a deep breath before knocking firmly on the door. “Come in.” Replied the voice. You entered, closing the door. Steve was sitting at the desk looking through some papers. “Please, have a seat.” He said calmly without raising his eyes. You obeyed, sitting yourself in a chair right in front of him. Not being able to resist, you took a closer look at Steve’s face, his mature features captivating the hell out of you. The way he frowned reading whatever he read in these papers, the way he hummed in interest, the way he adjusted his glasses. Jeez, get a grip, a grown woman quivering like a little girl over a man double her age, you thought to yourself. He shouldn’t be seeing your weaknesses, not before you find out just what is up with him. “You wanted to see me?” You asked, breaking the silence. “I did.” he said, finally letting go of the documents to look up at you and smile. “I’m sorry, it wasn’t very nice of me to make you wait while I read all of these,” Steve gestures at the papers, “But this info is rather crucial for the matter I called you to discuss with me.” He points at one of the sheets. It’s a printout of security camera shots in a very low quality, taken a couple of days ago as the date in the corner suggests. “You see, one of the important objects suffered from a break-in recently, since there’s no regular security staff there at the moment. We’re partly responsible for it, because it’s our job to offer this position to people and make them accept it, however unattractive the conditions might seem.”

He got up from a chair, a large figure towering over the desk. The office was full of light sources leaving no room for the darkness, but he was so tall you can swear he almost casted a shadow on you. You were no small girl, but sitting like this before him made you feel like a cat hiding under a car, pleased with the cover it gave you, but anxiously wondering if it was going to crush you the next second. Thankfully, he only went past you to the other end of the office. “Coffee?” Steve asked innocently, making one for himself. “Yes, please.” You answered shortly, refraining from asking questions. Choosing the strategy to silently observe, you knew: interesting facts tend to resurface once you stop interfering in people’s flow of thought and just give them room to continue. Steve turned around, handing you a normal-sized cup that seemed almost like a toy in his hand. You took it, smiling thankfully, and nodded at him to go on. He drank from his mug, staring at you in expectation for a moment, and chuckled, surprised by the boldness: you stared back unapologetically and kept your silence. “So, uh,” he grinned and looked down, showing a tiny bit of shyness for the first time since you’ve met him, “I’ve noticed you’re not of the timid type, so I’m guessing my request will not be of trouble to you. Also considering your past as a police officer.” You noticeably strained. “Yeah, I went through your files. Don’t worry, it’s a simple job, you only need to do one thing - go inside and check for stolen and broken things. Well, and try to find something that’ll probably help identify the guys that did it, in the process.” “That’s two things.” You noticed Steve’s grip on his mug tighten, making his fingers go white. “So, do you think you will be able to do this for me?” He asked kindly, ignoring your statement. “Why won’t you just make the police deal with it?” “I am doing this right now.” He chuckled. “You see, the owner is a… Pain in the ass. He threatened to call the police, meaning putting our company at risk as well, for not fulfilling our part of the contract. I reassured him we will deal with this internally, so. Here I am, asking for a favor.” The man shrugged, spreading his arms in a wide gesture. “A favor? You will not be paying me for this?” You smiled at him inquiringly. Steve laughed and glanced to the side before looking back at you. He was certainly impressed by your confidence. “I might’ve underestimated you.” There was a short pause, as if he was considering what to say next. “Of course I will. Every job requires a payment, doesn’t it?”

You were sitting in a chair cross-legged, running your eyes through the sheets Steve studied when you walked into the office. Taking a sip of the coffee he made you, you felt bittersweet warmth spread inside your chest. Mr. Raglan sat at his desk across from you, arms crossed. “So, do I need to know anything about this place, Fazbear’s Pizzeria?” You asked, nose still in the documents, just the way he talked to you earlier. There was some silence, so you had to look up at the man. He looked back with a blank expression for a few seconds, before turning his head to the window. “I heard you’re not from around here.” “I’m from Nebraska.” Steve smirked and turned to face you again. “Yeah? I’ve been there. A couple times.” His expression suddenly made your skin crawl. Him and his secrets. “So, the place was really popular back in the day, but it has been long abandoned. The owner kinda wants to preserve its memory, I guess. A sentimental guy.” He talked about it with somewhat of a nostalgic feeling in his voice. “Right… So there’s a chance the building will collapse on my head as I walk in?” “It didn’t collapse on those who broke into it, I’m sure it can withstand a proper entrance through its back door. Besides, it’s well taken care of, you wouldn’t even be able to tell it’s no longer in use. We send people to work there if you haven’t forgotten.” You haven’t, and this time you were supposed to become one of them. “Ok. Why can’t I enter through the main door though?” “It’s blocked by a jumble of furniture and broken stuff, we asked the owner to declutter the passage, but I think he still hasn't done anything about it yet.”

Steve answered each of your questions as a diligent student fully prepared for the exam, yet the whole backstory seemed extremely shady to you for some reason, even though you got nothing on him. You had to crack him somehow. “Mr. Raglan…” “Please, call me Steve.” “Steve, you know, it seems like a very nice place to kill me and ditch the body.” You said, smiling widely, as you looked him straight in the eye.

#steve raglan x reader #steve raglan x reader smut #william afton x reader #william afton x reader smut #william afton smut #steve raglan smut #matthew lillard smut #matthew lillard x reader #fnaf movie smut #fnaf smut

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 months

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Birthday Surprise - Steve Raglan/William Afton X GN Reader

Title: Birthday Surprise

Steve Raglan/William Afton X GN Reader

Additional Characters: William's ex-wife (Mentioned), Vanessa (Mentioned), and Reader's friends/family/father (Mentioned)

WC: 1,988

Warnings: Mentions of the Reader having a rough/bad day at work, it's the Reader's birthday, friends to lovers?, small reference, very brief mentions of Reader's father's death, banter, cursing, slight/brief suggestiveness, mini angst, and fluff

Turning off the engine, you sighed, immediately shutting your eyes, the back of your head softly hitting the headrest behind you; the only thing keeping you awake was the sound of that one new pop song that was overplayed and that you couldn’t seem to get out of your head.

Today had been a stressful day. Though it was a pretty normal day at work, with what seemed to be an overabundance of customers, none of your coworkers remembered that it was your birthday. But then again, even though you had known them all for a long while at this point, none of them remembered. But you should've known. They didn't remember the previous birthday either. No matter how many times they gave you awkward grins and equally fake apologies, they never seemed to remember the birthdays to come. Along with that, none of your actual real-life friends had called you or messaged you at all, either.

You sighed once more, feeling completely drained, you opened your eyes before grabbing your bag and jacket from the passenger seat. Heading to your front door, you jiggled your key into the lock, twisting the handle, and pushing the door open. You followed your usual routine, tossing your keys in the small clay dish on the door-side table. Toeing off your boots and hanging your jacket, you hung your bag on the hook on the wall. You yawned, covering your mouth with your hand and squinting your eyes as you slid out of the entranceway and into the living room where you stopped dead in your tracks.

There, sitting on your couch, was your longtime friend, William. He was lent back, arms crossed with the TV remote in one of his hands. Glancing up at you, he settled his eyes back on the television screen; he seemed to have been watching some vampire soap opera before he began flipping the channels. You were a bit frozen, the shock of seeing him dwindling; though you could not get over him. His presence still made your heart skip a beat.

You had known William for a long time. Ever since high school. You had been his friend, growing up with him, seeing him get married, and have a kid, before you moved away. It was hard to see the man you had loved fall in love with another, but that was not the main reason you moved away. Three years after college, you had been offered a position in your dream job, in a different state. You accepted and went on your way. You had only moved back seven months ago. Moving into your father's house that he had left in his will after he had passed. You didn't forget about William per se, he just wasn't at the forefront of your mind as frequently anymore, until you moved back.

And though, from the outside, William seemed to not even be bothered by your arrival, internally, he was beginning to feel his heart pound threateningly against his ribcage. Scanning his eyes across the TV screen, he let himself gaze back upon you; pausing his channel shuffling. You still stood, frozen in the entranceway of your living room. It was only fair for you to continue to stare at him with that shocked expression on your face; he hadn't even called or messaged you in any way that he would be stopping by. And though as he stared at you, with your hair all a mess and your form obviously exhausted from a hard day's work, you still looked beautiful.

"Not that I'm not surprised to see you," You began, clearing your throat lightly as you wandered further into your living room, "Uh, but how did you get in?" You asked, giving him a small glance before grabbing the small, forest-green watering can from the top of a small shelf beside the TV stand; pouring the leftover water onto the potted philodendron that sat near the back window near your father's piano.

William only observed you, eyes unblinking and unwavering as he followed your movements as you fed your plant; his head tilting slightly as he did so. "I have the spare... Remember?" He said simply, raising the hand that wasn't holding the TV remote to press the bridge of his gold-rimmed Aviator glasses up the slope of his nose. "I would think you would remember giving me one." He said almost nonchalantly, sighing as he spoke.

"Long day." You spoke, moving to water your Pothos plant that rested sweetly on the windowsill.

William hummed simply, dropping his gaze from you briefly to glance at the TV screen, "Tired?"

You paused briefly at the word 'tired' before blinking, unfreezing, “Tired..?” You repeated, trailing off, as you placed your watering can down on the kitchen counter beside the sink. "I’m not tired…" You cleared your throat, taking a moment before turning around to face him. You wanted to tell him that everything was fine, but you knew that you couldn’t fool him. Rubbing the back of your neck, your body began to warm, if not from how awkward the conversation had become, but possibly from how intensely William was looking - or staring - at you.

You wished that you were used to it. But that was just William. That was just kind of his thing. You had come to understand that he just overanalyzed everything, the gears in his head turning constantly. He really took the time to think before speaking. His intense staring was one of the most prominent examples of this. He only hummed in response as he continued to watch you. His dark brown eyes glimmered in the soft light of your living room and TV as his mouth remained sealed shut. It was a look that you knew well, but you didn't think too much about it.

"Of course..." He answered, though he trailed off, not saying much more. He didn’t believe you.

And before another awkward silence could wash over the both of you, you spoke, "So, uh, why are you here?" You then asked, hoping that he'd give you a straight answer, but also hoping in the back of your mind, that for some miracle, he remembered your birthday. However, that chance was slim. It had been a couple of weeks since you had last spoken to each other.

"I wanted to stop by." He answered after a slight moment, watching as you sat down in your armchair across from him, nearest to the fireplace.

At his response, you frowned, "Well, I wish I would've known that you were stopping by... I would've called off work or at least made dinner." Breathing out deeply from out of your nose, you quickly glanced off to the side, becoming slightly irritated. "God knows that staying home today would've made my life a hell of a lot easier." You muttered out, mostly to yourself as you rubbed your temple with your pointer and middle finger.

Leaning forward, William placed the remote down on the couch cushion beside him, his brown eyes remaining on your figure, "Why do you say that?" He asked, resting his elbows on his knees, his fingers interlacing as he placed his chin on top of them.

At that question, you froze momentarily, glancing up at him. If he wasn’t a career counselor, you bet he would’ve been a great therapist or something. And though you were holding back from speaking your true thoughts and feelings mostly, your mouth opened and the words seemed to pour out of you like a waterfall. You didn't know if it was because of your rough day and the need to vent, or if it was because of his presence that you were so desperate to speak aloud. You didn’t want to bombard William with your life’s troubles. But the waterfall began to, well,.. Fall.

"Nothing," You rose from your seat, beginning to pace the small room, "Just work. I mean, none of my coworkers remembered it was my birthday, not even any of my friends back in my old town where I moved after college remembered. I mean, I get it. But it still upsets me. I mean, I just- even just a simple ‘happy birthday’ would’ve been more than enough. I don’t need some extravagant party or gifts.” You huffed, finishing your rant as you crossed your arms. “Not even my family, Will. They didn't call, text, call, or anything. Not one damn thing."

"Today's your birthday?" William asked, making your heart plummet as your shoulders dropped.

"Yeah..." You muttered, a bit disheartened that not even William remembered your birthday. You paused your pacing, "It is... But it doesn't matter." Sighing deeply, you pressed your hands against your cheeks, shutting your eyes; overwhelmed. You didn't fully expect William to remember your birthday. You thought he would have forgotten it, honestly. But, it never hurt to think that maybe, just maybe he'd remember… Right? You shook your head, rubbing your temples once more as you tried to dispel the thoughts swirling around your head. You couldn't keep dwelling on these feelings. These feelings for William. The fact that you were still crushing on him after all these years, despite everything. It was ridiculous. And it was hopeless. Taking a deep breath, you pulled your lips into a tight frown, opening your eyes as you exhaled softly through your nose. “You were right though…” You breathed out, rubbing your cheek, frustrated. “I am tired.”

Standing, William silently grabbed his tan overcoat from the back of your couch, unknown to you as you began muttering quietly to yourself about dinner possibilities; whether or not you would trouble yourself with making chicken or just a sandwich. Walking over to you, the words quickly died on your tongue as you felt William's calloused hands cup your cheeks softly, lifting them so you had to meet his eye. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched him, his gaze focused solely on your face. In the split second that your eyes met his, his lips came crashing down upon yours. Blinking rapidly, your brain began to register what he was doing, the feeling of his lips on yours. Your eyes fluttered shut as your hands came up to grab ahold of the lapels of his overcoat.

The kiss was deep, instantly making your skin burn and your heart race as his lips moved against yours hungrily - yet slow - passionate; his fingers digging themselves into your lower jaw, pulling you closer to him, deepening the kiss. The feeling of his lips against yours was so intoxicating. You could taste the remnants of coffee lingering between the two of you, mixed with the faint scent of his cologne that seemed to engulf you. The feeling of his strong body pressing against yours caused your stomach to lurch and your heart rate to spike; your breathing grew labored as he broke the kiss, his lips just grazing against yours before his hands left you entirely.

You blinked, dazed and confused as you wobbled slightly from where you stood. Brushing your fingertips against your warm, wet lips, you let out the deepest breath you had ever taken just as your ears picked up the front door shutting. A smile tugged at your lips, quickly overtaking your features as you collapsed in your armchair. You weren’t sure that you had ever been kissed quite like that before. And you weren’t sure if you wanted to be kissed by anyone else again. The butterflies in your stomach were already dancing wildly. Though you were unsure of what that kiss meant - what yours and William’s relationship now meant, that was future you’s issue to figure out. Overall, you were certain that there wasn't a single cell in your entire being that hadn't been affected by the experience.

This was definitely a happy birthday indeed, and quite possibly the best present you had ever received.

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idsfantasy · 4 months

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Not to be a little freak in you inbox, but I have one complaint with the fnaf fandoms theory side and I’d like to point it out. Sorry for the paragraph.

One thing that’s always saddened me in the fnaf fandom is the narrative that William Afton is a good dad, when evidence points to the contrary. I think it genuinely takes back from a lot of theories!!!

Barring even the book lore which points to what kind of person Afton is, he never displays evidence that he’s not abusive. A lot of theories try to give him a “motive” as to why he behaves the way he does, and so automatically place CC’s death as first in the timeline when it just kinda doesn’t line up with everything else.

I mean, everyone places the Funtimes as representative of Aftons family, but they kinda don’t dwell on the fact that they’re more. Aftons own conception of his family? Maybe the reason why they slot in so cleanly with his family members is because they’re literally how the guy views his own family.

Funtime Foxy is obviously a stand-in for Michael, what with the Fox design and all. But Funtime Foxy also sneaks around and gets up to trouble when you’re not looking, freezing up when you catch him. I think that’s indicative of William knowing about Michael’s pranks on his younger brother.

Funtime Freddy is obviously a stand in for the crying child, and his behavior is a lot more concerning when you realize that’s how William views his son. I mean, Funtime Freddy is incredibly erratic and emotional, and needs to be calmed down by a hand puppet he carries around everywhere. Which is coincidentally a rabbit. You know, like his dad. Who put a walkie talkie in his teddy bear. I just don’t think that’s a very kind way of looking at your son!

Baby looks like Elizabeth but is a gigantic clown, and is the most dangerous design out of everyone in the lineup. I always thought it was strange that he’d place his darling daughter as a clown, but now I know it’s just mean.

Ballora has always been placed as Mrs. Afton, but no one’s really known what to do with her as she doesn’t seem to point to anything else. Maybe there’s something to be said about her always having her eyes closed and being transfixed on dancing, I don’t know. Also she has gigantic booba

Afton’s controlled shocks are. Weird. When you consider them from this angle. Like that’s really the only way you can think of keeping your animatronics in line? By potentially frying their oh so precious servos??? Whatever. I just think it’s kind of funny how the theory side of the fandom insists on Afton having started out as a normal guy when all evidence points to the contrary. It’s 3 am

Yeah. While The Silver Eyes does imply he was outwardly friendly pre-murders, that doesn't mean that he was actually a good guy. Those jealousy-worship journals had to come from somewhere

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #william afton #fnaf sister location #five nights at freddy's sister location #circus baby #funtime foxy #ballora #funtime freddy #michael afton #elizabeth afton #fnaf the silver eyes #the silver eyes #fnaf crying child #answered asks

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jokeringcutio · 4 months

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Reader x Stepdad William Afton (Drabble)

AN: You got me there, ANON. All right, here's a very QUICK drabble for you, because I COULDN'T RESIST. MATURE THEMES/NO EXPLICIT SMUT. Just a happy family dinner (well....)

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The clink of silverware against porcelain punctuated the silence, a staccato rhythm that seemed to echo in the cavern of your chest. Across from you, William’s hands were steady as he cut into his steak, but there was something about the tightness in his jaw, the way his blue eyes didn't quite meet yours, that whispered secrets.

"Sweetheart," your mother's voice sliced through the tension like the knife in William's hand through meat, "it's time we talked about a paternity test."

Your heart stuttered in your chest, a wild, frantic thing eager to escape. You swallowed hard, the mashed potatoes on your tongue now tasting like ash.

"Whoever the father is... he deserves to know," she continued, oblivious to the undercurrents swirling beneath her words.

"Of course," you agreed, the word brittle on your lips. Your gaze flickered unintentionally to William, then quickly away, fearing what might be revealed in a single glance.

He cleared his throat, a sound that rumbled deep and low, a prelude to the storm you knew brewed within him.

"It's only fair," he said, but his voice was a masterclass in control, every syllable measured, every intonation practiced.

"You can ring up the boys... see if they're willing." She was all practicality, all motherly concern, not an inkling of suspicion clouding her features. If only she knew…

"Right," you breathed out, the lie sour and heavy in your mouth.

In your bedroom, Evan's chest rose and fell with the innocent trust of sleep. Unaware. Untouched by the deceit that hung thick in the air. The door ajar, otherwise he wouldn’t sleep if he didn’t hear that you were near. As if somehow, your tiny son was aware that he had been born in a house full of dark secrets and possible danger.

Your fingers curled around your glass, the cool surface grounding you. Water, while your parents were drinking wine. Wasn’t your mom still trying for a baby? Had she finally given up now that she saw how it was to be between diapers and the soreness of giving milk?

William's gaze flitted toward the open door where your son lay oblivious to the grown-up games played at his expense.

"Will do it tomorrow," you promised, your voice a whisper of determination laced with dread.

"Good girl," your mother smiled, contentment lighting up her face. But in William's eyes, the reflection of a different kind of pride—a dark, devouring satisfaction—flickered and then died.

You pushed your plate away, appetite lost. While inside your thoughts careened like a runaway train, you tried to remain your compose. Look and act normal. But what would happen when the truth came out? What would happen when the masks fell away?

What would William do?

Because in all honesty, it wasn’t your mom and her feelings you were worried about the most any longer. She had proven time after time again to be there for you, no matter what lies had been told about you. Her two-goody-shoes daughter, suddenly a wild partying animal who had gone and get laid whilst drunk – even if she bought it she faithfully helped take care of you and your newborn son. She was so – so darn sweet! Like an angel sent from the blessed sky. If she’d forgiven you this, then you wouldn’t doubt she would forgive you the truth.

But…

Could you bear her disappointment? Right now? Could you see her so crestfallen and betrayed? Did you want to break that dam and wait whilst pain raked through you both – a pain that only time could mend?

Beside you, William scraped his throat, his thick fingers scraping past your thigh underneath the table. The horny beast. Even now he couldn’t stop touching you.

Shouldn’t he be working on one of his new robot animals? Like that yellow bunny suit he was making to resemble your favorite plushie? With the only difference that it was ten times bigger and build for him to wear?

You tried not to glance at your stepfather, not even when his fingers reassuringly squeezed your already bruised thigh. You gritted your teeth at the soreness – thanks to his latest bout of fucking, of course. The man took his chances whenever he could.

No, the real problem here was your stepfather. William was a tall, strong and dangerous man. His mind worked in ways that only left you guessing. And you had no doubt that he had hurt others in the past before to get exactly what he wanted.

If you wanted to play this game, you had to play it right.

Silently, you vowed to protect Evan from the shadows that lurked behind William's aviator glasses, from the manipulations that twisted beneath his agreeable facade. You would stand between your son and the man who wore danger like a second skin.

"Let's finish up here," your mother suggested, unaware of the battle lines being drawn right before her eyes.

"Indeed," William agreed, and his smile was a predator's grin, hidden in plain sight.

The baby slept on, his dreams untainted by the turmoil that swirled just beyond his reach.

#anon answered #quick drabble #Stepdad William Afton x Reader #William Afton x Reader #william afton x you #Stepdad William Afton

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fandomwritingbit · 7 months

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Make Me Alright

Henry Emily x fem reader

a/n: wrote this on a whim so apologies for any mistakes.

Warnings: family trauma/dysfunctional family, drug/alcohol addiction, smut, unprotected sex, boss/employee dynamic.

It was manic almost from the second the doors opened. The diner was absolutely full, children shrieking, parents doing all they could not to watch them and waiters getting more stressed by the minute. The restaurant needed all the hands they could get and so, people were going for their shorter than normal breaks staggered out to try and reduce pressure.

You got your break at two o’clock and all was well… until you didn’t come back.

“Mr Afton?” A waitress called, so eager to get her boss’s attention that her voice was like nails on a chalkboard.

“What?” He snapped back, a wad of cash in his hands as he tried to finalise a table who’d just up and left, abandoning their tab under a glass for anyone to take. It was lucky that he got to it as quickly as he did and the stress of it made his gaze daggers.

“I-I need to go home. I finished 20 minutes ago.” She stuttered on the words, scared of how he was going to react.

He scowled as an instant reflex, but forced himself to breathe it off as he shoved the notes in the till. Stretching his fingers out on the bar in front of him, it’s not her fault. It’s not her fault- it’s not her fault. The internal chanting calmed him enough to face the lass waiting hesitantly for him. “Fine. It’s fine, go. Y/n can take over your tables.”

The young lady nodded and tried to walk away, wanting out as soon as possible. Stopping when he spoke again, “Wait, where is she?” His tone was touching angry again.

“I’m not sure, she’s still on break… I think.” He waved her away, and relief spread across her face. If that was true and you’re just sitting round the back, you’re in for a serious bollocking.

He found someone else to take over what he was doing and tore through the staff door to look for you, he checked the canteen, the walk-ins and the storage room, you were nowhere to be found. By this point he’s fuming and shaking with need for a smoke so he does the unthinkable and knocks on Henry’s door.

Well, ‘knocks’ is generous, he bangs on it and shoves it open without waiting for permission. After all they’d been business partners for years, if Henry was yanking it, it'd be nothing he hasn’t seen before.

“William- you scared the shit out of me. What’s wrong?” Henry was startled and laughed slightly, regretting his reaction when William’s frown intensified.

“What’s wrong?” He approaches his friend with his palms raised in the most condescending way. “We’re run ragged out there and I can’t find Y/n fucking anywhere.” Henry sighed, pushing out his chair and going over to his co-worker.

He’s very used to calming William down and instantly adopts the sensible diplomatic tone that made him an infuriatingly good businessman. “Right, go and take a breather. There’s no point getting pissed off, I’ll go and find her.”

He took more convincing but after around five minutes persuading Will to take himself outside, Henry left his office to look for you. It wasn’t like you at all to play hooky, you’re one of the most professional staff here, so he wasn’t angry with you, just worried if anything.

“I can’t do this right now, Lily. I’m at work.” You speak as quietly as you can into the phone, beg your sister to leave you be, she’s been calling you all day. Leaving voicemail after voicemail, each one spiralling into insanity. She’s shouting, crying, pleading. You had no choice but to call her back, you were worried about her, so on your break you slipped into a broom closet and prayed no one would overhear you. Boy, did you regret that now.

You can tell your sister is scowling on the other end of this phone as her words are venomous and dripping with accusation. “I never ask you for anything! Not a fucking thing! And you won’t help me when I need it.”

“You know I won’t give you money for drink-”

“It’s not for booze, I told you!” She practically screams, she’s a liar, you can hear alcohol in her voice, she’s hardly able to get a sentence out without slurring it. You feel bad for her, of course, but you can’t do this again. Pissing your money up the wall all the time just so she and her drunk of a boyfriend can front more booze and drugs, you’re tired of it and it keeps happening, over and over. Hell, you block her and she gets a new number or uses a phonebox just to reach you. “Why are you so selfish- You- you’d see me hungry, not paying my rent because you won’t support your sister.”

“Lily, you’re drunk. I can’t keep doing this…” Your voice cracks, emotions at an all time high, it’s futility, anger, frustration, sadness all rolled up into one wave of tears that has you sobbing in this cupboard.

Rustling on the other end of the line makes your heart clench, the sound of a low voice hissing answered by your sister.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Huh?” It’s a man’s voice, her bastard boyfriend. “You think you’re so much better than us. Acting like you don’t have the money to help out, you’re fucking disgusting-” The way he shouts these insults at you leaves you no choice but to hang up. You just can’t take it anymore. Struggling to see through your tears you end the call and block her number, knowing now you’ll have to change yours. You just wish she could pull through her addiction but it just gets worse and worse.

It’s as your lip is trembling and tears are cutting down your cheeks that someone knocks on the cupboard door, it almost makes you jump, but with the amount of noise you’re making you’re not surprised someone found you.

“Who is it?” You ask thickly, voice sounding nothing like yourself. You sound so emotional, it prompts Henry to open the door quickly, scared that maybe you’ve hurt yourself or that something terrible has happened.

The sight of you dishevelled, an outraged look on your face as you stare at him makes him panic. For such a beautiful and bright girl like you to be this upset scares him beyond belief. “God, Y/n. Are you al-” He tries to ask but doesn't get a chance before you reach out and grab him by the shirt, pulling him inside this closet and shoving him up against the wall. You slam your lips on his, motivated purely by the urge to forget about your troubles in the arms of your handsome boss. It’s so stupid but you don’t care.

You pull away slightly, reddened eyes looking up at him. “No, I’m not. Make me feel alright, Mr Emily.” You flash him a twisted smile before kissing him again and this time he kisses you back, he hasn’t a clue why you’re doing this, why you’re upset, any of it. But who is he to refuse the desperate way you’re clinging to him, your hands tight fists in his shirt. The kiss is rushed, no finesse in it, just hungry, your tongue eager in his mouth as you push up against him.

Fuck, you’re so gorgeous and that perfume of yours is driving him crazy, this feels like a dream, but your quick fingers grabbing his now prominent erection is achingly real. He can’t help but moan at the feeling, breaking the kiss to rest his head on the door behind him.

You just want to be so lost in the magnetic pull of the sex that you can’t string a thought together, and the equally desperate way he reciprocates your touch is just right. It takes him a moment to be truly comfortable enough to touch you properly, his hands taking a handful of your breasts and sliding down to the curve of your arse. You take that as your greenlight to start unbuckling his belt, struggling for a second but managing. It’s graceless the way you pull his trousers down, his boxers soon following, him somehow fumbling more than you to do the same.

His fingers slide over your clothed pussy, stroking a rhythm over your bundle of nerves, your growing warm slick sticking the fabric to you and sending another wave of eagerness over you. You interrupt the circling of your clit to pull your panties down, just wanting to feel him inside you. You take hold of him and drag his tip over your pussy before lining it up with your entrance and he doesn’t need any more signalling than that.

Emotions must’ve made you overlook the thickness of his cock because as he presses into you with a grunt, you moan at the way he stretches you. You’re so tight and hot around him that he can’t help but thrust into you instantly, not fast but deep, and you’re practically drooling. If someone walked past this cupboard right now, they’d no doubt hear the sounds from the two of you, which only got louder when he pulled out to turn you around and press you against the door. Shoving back inside and resuming a universally selfish pace of fucking in and out of you. You roll your hips against him near furiously, spurred on by an amounting tightness in your core begging to snap.

“Don’t stop, I’m so fucking close.” You hiss against his ear and the filthiness of the words threatens him to burst inside you. And he obeys, doubling down on the pace and trying to forget about the greedy grip of your pussy, tightening around him as you get closer to your peak. You need this so bad and it’s evident in your nails digging into his shoulders, your hips bucking against him without shame.

It hits you hard, forcing a desperate whine from your lips, your cunt squeezing down around him in fluttering waves. He pulls himself from you in a daze, unable to cope with your delicious walls. You have enough sense about you to grab his cock and stroke him through his climax whilst yours flickers away, his cum trailing down the back of your hand and a deep groan echoing through his chest.

Later in the evening, after you’ve bought and inserted a new SD card into your phone and told your mum that you’re cutting contact with your sister, you’re sitting trying to relax away the emotional numbness that today has brought on. But pretty soon a knock at your door has you getting up from the sofa. You open it put out because you’re not expecting anyone. And for the second time that day, behind the door was your boss Mr Emily.

“Mr Emily, what are you doing here?” You speak whilst stepping out of the door and closing it behind you, joining him on the front step.

He smiles sheepishly, “Henry, please.” After today there’s no need for such formality, the least he can offer you is his Christian name. “I thought maybe I could come in… and we could…” The words die on his tongue when he sees your brows furrow, a look of guilt spreading over you before settling in a hard expression.

“That’s not a good idea.” You speak firmly, you don’t exactly regret what happened earlier but it’s not something you want to continue. “You can’t just turn up at people’s houses- where did you get my address? Employee records?” The way his eyes widen tells you the answer. You shake your head and step back to close the door, leaving him standing there embarrassed and confused.

#fnaf #william afton #fnaf smut #henry emily #henry emily x reader #henry emily x you #henry emily smut

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crumbleclub · 11 months

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Thinking about an AU where William gets what he wants... sort of.

Remnant has been perfected. He's biologically immortal, and does not age past his current state. As long as he keeps the remnant flowing, he's also invulnerable; he cannot be killed. (Were the supply to cut off, though, he'd have near-normal vulnerability.)

The family is the way he wants it. Everyone is together. Evan survived the Bite, and everything started falling into place. The kids are immortal, too; they were dosed heavily with remnant while old enough to be useful in different situations, but young enough for William to control: 14, 10, 8.

And the family business is booming. Borrowing from @lonelyfreddles' Saffron Pawn AU, the kids serve as lures– and sometimes killers themselves– to maintain William's steady supply of remnant.

However, it's a ticking time bomb.

Remnant is more effective on children. Even without the boosters William requires, the kids remain almost impossible to kill. They can feel pain and be injured, but they heal quickly, and almost miraculously well. Were they to turn on their father, things would go sour very quickly.

In order to maintain his paradise, William has to keep each of the kids in a state of compliance and usefulness; balancing his own behavior to suit their differences.

Evan is easy enough to scare into obedience, but, when too frightened, he loses much of his ability to be useful. As the youngest, he also serves as the most effective pity-lure, and William can't afford to lose him.

Michael is very difficult to control by force. When threatened with violence, he will always rebel. In order to keep Michael in check, William has to maintain a very convincing, slow-burning manipulation; he needs to starve him of affection enough to make him desperate, but offer up enough to keep him loyal. He has to keep his own guard up, too; a fox can always trick you back.

Elizabeth, ever so eager for her father's approval, is the easiest to control. She's also the biggest threat. She's brilliant and conniving, and her lies are unreadable. Causing her to doubt William's authority could be the key to his downfall.

William Afton's realized dream is doomed to collapse right under his feet.

#family business au #fnaf family business au #this was brought to you by me trying to draw the barbie mugshot meme for all the aftons #tho i got frustrated and stopped so who knows if i'll finish it lol #mike's actual writing #fnaf au #fnaf #michael afton #cc afton #evan afton #william afton #elizabeth afton

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wishfullyeternal · 6 months

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William Afton x Reader Pt 2

A/N- As promised, part two is here! Still working on it, and really I have no idea how it's going to end up. Leaning towards nsfw just because (lol) but open to any and all suggestions, and you can leave requests as well! Y'all are awesome :)

Words- 2,642

Warnings- Mentions of murder, general violence, language

You went to bed without any problems, and the next day arose a little before your alarm. You hated that. You could never fall back asleep. You wondered about nothing in particular for the next few minutes, trying to muster to urge to finally get out of bed. You looked over to your uniform. It was a starched white shirt, a white tie with tiny multicolored triangles all over it, and a bright red vest. You would get your name tag soon, as the employee handbook stated, and you stared further at the two pins that were stuck on the vest. One said Let’s Eat! In the style of Chica’s bib, the other was a picture of Bonnie the Bunny playing the guitar.

Bunny?

Eerily similar to the one in the picture in William’s office. Just purple instead of yellow.

Why would William close down the diner, make entirely new animatronics, and abandon the yellow bunny?

You sighed, shaking your head to rid yourself of confusion, before finally rising out of bed. You quickly got ready, and went out the door to your second day at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, a magical place where fantasy and fun come to life.

This time, when arriving at the door, William himself greeted you, and asked for you in his office.

God, what did I do now?

You were fully prepared to get fired. There was no way this could be something good, you followed him back, mind racing. He led you to the office and sat down, you doing the same. He noticed your bewildered expression.

“Oh don’t worry, it’s nothing bad,” He said, waving his hand dismissively. Before giving you a chance to respond, he quickly began to speak, almost urgently, but not quite.

“I’m afraid my security guard has quit unexpectedly, effective immediately. The pizzeria needs a temporary security guard until we can hire a new one, which doesn’t take long. Would you be willing to fill in until we find one?”

He pauses, rubbing his greyed goatee before continuing,

“The hours aren’t very good, and generally the pay would be the same, I might be able to give a few hours of overtime because of the urgency, but we just really need a body there at night.”

You were utterly confused, and it showed on your face.

Why in the hell is William asking me to guard the Pizzeria when I’ve only been here two days? Why wouldn’t Barbara, or the other workers be asked first? Have they said no? Is there something I should know?

“Why me?” You ask bluntly, William seemed to anticipate this question and answered quickly.

“It’s easy, and we could train you for both positions at the same time, so you could cover for both. It would be more useful to the company that way.” You barely knew anything about your current position, only how the prize corner worked, so it wouldn’t make sense to immediately start me somewhere else. Let alone at a completely different time. William seemed to feel your confusion and spoke again.

“I wouldn’t normally train you this way, but it’s very important we have someone here at night. You can come back at around midnight tonight, and it’s only until six AM.” William seemed genuinely desperate, so you agreed. You began to leave his office, wanting to go back home and catch some z’s before going back to the Pizzeria, but asked quickly,

“What happened to your Diner from before, Fredbear’s Family Diner?”

William stopped what he was doing and looked up at you, eyes squinted slightly, like he was trying to read your expression, like he was trying to gauge how much you knew. You pointed to the picture. He grabbed it off the shelf and smiled at it.

“Fredbear’s Family Diner… You’re quite observant. It was closed down about five years ago due to electrical issues, and we rebranded to be a little more with the times, diners were considered outdated by that point.”

That didn’t explain the bunny.

“What about the bunny? Why isn’t he here?” William moved his jaw, thinking for a second before responding.

“We retired those animatronics and replaced them with more high-tech ones, absent from spring-lock mechanisms entirely.” William put the picture back up and thanked you for taking the security guard shift. You went home and slept until around ten p.m.

You arrived at the Pizzeria again and shut off your car, shivering in the cold. William was waiting for you at the door, and scolded you for not bringing a jacket. He then led you down the same hallway his office was, but instead went into another room further back. This room was a bit bigger, although still cramped, but had another door to lead you to the other section of the building, it was a nice shortcut for getting through both hallways in the back. The front wall had a big poster of all the animatronics, and a few drawings tacked on the wall made by various children. The floor was checkered, and noticeably more dirty and unkempt than the same floor up front. There were identical light switches at both opposite doors, a red button, and a white button. The top red one was labeled DOOR and the bottom white was labeled LIGHT respectively.

“Thank you for coming, just make sure to watch the cameras and make sure no one gets in…” William seemed like he was going to add something, but rethought.

“There’s a cassette tape in the recorder if you’d like to listen to it, it might explain the job better. I’ve got to go, but if there’s an emergency you can speed dial me at the front telephone.” William left the room, and you were left in the dark. Almost literally. There was a single light on the ceiling, angled towards the front wall. There were also backlights on the door and light buttons, illuminating them slightly. Those were the only sources of light in the entire room. You flipped through the cameras, looking at the empty Pizzeria. Then you popped in the cassette tape and played it.

Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay? Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No. Okay. So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free-roaming mode at night. Uh... Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long.

The tape ended abruptly. The animatronics move at night? You took it out of the recorder and looked at the date on the side, it was from around five years ago, when this place would have first opened. You were a little bit on edge and did not want any of them inside your office, or anywhere near you to be honest. Who knows what they would be capable of? You checked the cameras again, and Bonnie had moved.

Bonnie had moved.

"Fuck." You said, staring at the camera.

Why in the hell didn't William tell me about this?

That was an easy question to answer, if he had told you, you wouldn't have taken the job. That much was true. You clicked through the cameras again and made sure none of the other animatronics had moved. You sighed when you realized that they were all in their respective places.

The hours went by slowly, but none of the animatronics moved except Bonnie, and Bonnie hadn't come near your door. Once the clock struck six, and Bonnie had moved back to his respective place on the stage, you walked briskly (or rather, sprinted) to the door, and were met face-to-face with the one and only William Afton. You sneered at him. At this point, you were covered in sweat, and your eyes were bloodshot, you had been terrified the entire night.

"Why didn't you tell me they moved!" You said through gritted teeth. William smiled that same gentle goddamn smile.

"Would you have taken the job if I had?" You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed.

"I quit, effective immediately." You said, taking off your vest and handing it to him. You could tell he was expecting this, so he gently gave it back to you.

"Listen, I've got a new security guard lined up to start tomorrow. If you do tonight, I'll pay you double overtime."

Double overtime? That was way more than you had ever gotten paid in your life...And for only six hours of work. You could really use the money.

Like really use the money. William's eyes grew big, and you could see that he genuinely wanted you to stay.

"I really like you, and I think you have the potential to be a wonderful manager at Freddy Fazbear's. If you do this for me, I promise I will lead you to that position...And," He added

"That pays salary," He smiles again and puts his hand on my shoulder, his eyes meeting mine.

"Please?" He asked, you wanted to run far away in the other direction. In fact, you wanted nothing to do with this goddamn Pizzeria at all.

But money was tight. Rent was due in a few days. There was no way your landlord was going to accept another I don't have it.

So you nodded. The tiniest nod. William looked absolutely elated.

"Thank you so much! I cannot express how much I appreciate this," His smile grew, and he patted you on the back.

"Listen, kid, I won't forget this favor, and if you ever need anything from me, let me know." He winked at you before going towards the Pizzeria, you stopped him.

"Is there anything I should know about the animatronics before I go?" Your hands were still slightly shaking from the fear you had just experienced, and William chuckled.

"Bonnie tends to be the most aggressive and will move around a lot. Chica likes to make noise in the kitchen before she appears in the hallway, and Freddy probably won't move around a lot, but I would still keep an eye on him." He furrows his brows before adding,

"Keep the camera on Foxy, or else he'll come running. Literally." You cocked your head, confused, but William had already gone through the door, and you were left watching the sun rise over the building.

What did this all mean?

How did he know about their behaviors? How do they move at night? Are they trying to hurt me?

More importantly.

What was William hiding?

It was obvious he was hiding something. You walked to your car and tried to fit the puzzle pieces together.

He opened up Fredbear's Family Diner, then had to close it because of electrical issues. Why not just solve the electrical issues? Why did he rebrand and make new animatronics? What was wrong with the other ones? Why is there so much turnover in the security guard position? Why did the animatronics move at night? Why, why, why...

There was no way you were going to sleep. So instead of going back home, you drove to the library and waited two entire hours until the older lady at the front unlocked the doors. It took everything in you not to run in the doors. You walked in, not paying attention to anything that was going on, and beelined straight to the newspaper article section. You ran your finger along the white metal shelf, and quickly read through the years.

1980, 1981, 1982, 1983, 1984...

Aha! You almost yelled out, but stopped yourself. This was a library, and you needed to stay civil. Although you were pretty sure that went out the window when you basically ran to the newspaper section. You shuffled through every individual day, until something caught your eye.

Man, you had good luck.

Fredbear's Family Diner Closes, Five Children Missing

You ripped the newspaper from the shelf, eyes scanning over the entire front page. William Afton was on the front, and a large Grand Opening sign was hung on the building. He looked younger... He looked different. His eyes were different.

You read the page.

Five children missing after party at Fredbear's Family Diner. At around 3 pm Saturday morning, ten children attended the birthday party of [REDACTED] and mysteriously went missing. Owner was questioned and has since refused to make a statement. State-wide searches are beginning, and the public is urged to stay vigilant- continued on page 45.

The next page was covered completely with full-color pictures of the five children, all outlined in a red frame with the text HAVE YOU SEEN ME? printed on the top.

You turned to page 43 and turned once more to 46.

46?

A page was missing. You could see where it had been carefully ripped out. Someone wanted to keep this under wraps.

William had to have a part in the disappearance of those five children. You rubbed your finger over the ragged edge inside the newspaper and thought as hard as you could. There was so much you knew, but so much that was left unknown. You bit your lip and put the newspaper back, looking through the others, but finding no other information on Fredbear's Family Diner.

What was going on?

You thought you were going crazy. Maybe the kids just ran away and got hurt in the woods or something. Maybe someone kidnapped them outside the diner. Maybe the children went missing on their way to the party.

You knew they hadn't, a horrible feeling began to eat its way through the bottom of your stomach. You tried to reevaluate the information in your head, to make some sense of it.

Fredbear's Family Diner opens, then five children attend a birthday party and mysteriously go missing during it, then Fredbear's closes not a week after. William stated it closed because of "electrical issues", and Barbara also said "electrical issues", but there was no mention of electrical issues when reading the article. William was questioned but stayed silent, what was he hiding? There was also a page missing from the newspaper, who took it out? Did William not want you to find something? Why did he still keep a picture of Fredbear's Family Diner in his office then?

You left the library, got in your car, and went home. You had to stop thinking about this. You were way too into your psyche. You needed a good meal and a long nap.

So that's exactly what you did. Once eating, and waking from the nap, your brain was clearer, although the images of the five children never left your brain. Something about them seemed familiar like you had seen them before, but you hadn't moved here until about a year ago, and there was no way you would have heard about them, nor seen them. In fact, although you didn’t talk to many people in town, there was no mention of the kids anywhere. Which was exceptionally strange. How could five children go missing and just be forgotten about?

You shook your head yet again and got into your car. Turning the ignition and leaving for the Pizzeria. You were determined to figure out this mystery, and this time you were much more confident in your abilities to keep the free-roaming animatronics at bay. I mean, how hard could it be? They were just robots.

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confiscatedpeaches · 8 months

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Stalking You: W.Afton x (fem)reader Pt.3 (FAN CONTINUED)

EDIT: fixed part 1 link

part 1

part 2

Hi, I received permission to continue this fic! I'm going to try and incorporate more of Afton's cockneyisms and stay more true to the writing style of the original author @fandomwritingbit

I basically just wanted smut for this fic so bad

note: I am a very american author who watched BBC growing up, so if I use anything incorrectly or weirdly that's why!

minors dni

TW: blood, noncon, smut, threats of violence, humiliation

“Now...” Again he pulled your head closer, “What’s your play, love?”

Even more tears spill down your cheeks. You attempt to suppress a hic and cry, but fail miserably. Cowering on the floor, like the pathetic little girl you are. Compared to him, you are weak, small, and vulnerable. You are nothing.

"I... I don't know. I don't know what to do.... I'm sorry, please don't make me... do this." You beg.

A smile crept across his face, blood still dripping from his nose and into his teeth. He loved seeing you like this. Small, confused, ready to be commanded and molded into to whatever he desired. God, he was going to break that little brain of yours until you begged for more. Eventually Stockholm syndrome will run it's course and you'll end up a blathering mess of sweat and cum. A thrill sparks within him, yes, he was going to ruin you. He's all you have now.

"Jesus, you poor sweet little thing you. I'm gonna tell you exactly what to do, yeah? Surely you've sucked cock before, judging by your looks sweetheart."

Your heart dropped into your stomach. So he really was going to make you do this.

"I... haven't... never before.." You manage between sobs.

He let out a moan. His cock visibly grew in his trousers. He never knew you were a virgin, especially with how well you were able to make yourself cum when he watched from your bedroom window. He'd just assumed such a fine young thing would already have been tainted, but now he has the rare opportunity to corrupt you. Ensure that you'll never be owned by anybody else.

"Give on, unzip my trousers luv, put me in your mouth, and don't bite. Or I'll bloody beat you to within an inch of your life."

Afraid of what he might do next if you don't comply, your survival mechanism kicks in, and you obey. The sound of the zipper fills your ears. You gulp, embarrassed and ashamed of what you were about to do for this horrible man. You thought of your friends and family, what would they think of you now? Shouldn't you keep fighting? Isn't it better to die now than give in? The worst part was, you could feel yourself getting wet. You didn't know if it was instinct, fear, or arousal that caused it, but it made you feel rotten inside.

You take his member in your hands. The tip of his cock was shiny with precum. Disgusted, you shut your eyes and open your mouth. Your tongue presses against his head and then shaft. He tasted good, like salted caramel. If he had just approached you like a normal man, you might've done this willingly. Everything inside of you tries to block this out, thinking of anything else. This is wrong, this shouldn't be happening.

He lets out a guttural moan, a moan that's been waiting for you for quite some time now. His filthy fantasies are being realized. Without waiting for you, he pushes himself deeper into your throat. You gag slightly, not wanting to seem unenthused to this maniac. His hands slide to the back of your head, fingers intertwining with your hair. Roughly, he begins thrusting into you. There's no holding back now, everything inside of him needed you. Instinctively, you lift your hands to hold onto his legs.

"Relax your jaw darling, I can feel your bleedin' teeth."

You could barely understand him at this point. His arousal made his accent even thicker than before. He's much larger than you could have expected. You relax as much as you can, fully giving in to the assault on your mouth and throat. His hilt crashes with your lips, you feel his testicles and pubic hair pressing tightly against you. You try not to gag even more. The tips of your nails press into the backs of his legs, eliciting a satisfied grunt.

You were his now. In this moment, you belonged to him and him only. Feeling unbelievably pleased with himself for finally gathering up the courage to take what was rightfully his, words sputter out from between his blood covered teeth and lips.

"Just... a little... longer...."

He's getting close to cumming, a little too close. He really wanted this to last longer, but his arousal was beginning to peak. A climax was brewing within him. A sudden hot salty release fills your mouth and slides down your throat before you can stop him. Why did he have to cum inside? Couldn't he have just pulled out of your mouth, and spared you this humiliation? You swallow, unable to do anything else.

His cock pulsates a few more times, before his seed stops flowing into you. He pulls your hair, causing you to tilt up and look at him. Under his cold grey eyes you freeze. His flaccid cock still in your mouth. His hands reach to caress your face. He was studying you, so he could remember this moment forever. You looked worn-down, used and abused. Panting and drenched in sweat, he laughs.

"I... appreciate... your enthusiasm, but.... you can let go of me now luv."

You release him and jerk backwards. Hitting your head against the wall behind you. Vision goes black for a moment, and he laughs once more. Your eyes begin to blur, and you fall unconcious.

#william afton x reader #william afton smut #fnaf smut

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my-makeshift-masquerade · 1 year

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Can we get a drabble with the SpringDad au maybe? That art you did for it gives me sooooo much serotonin and your backstory for your oc in it is cute! <3

Oh my goodness? Ah… Okay! I can write that I guess! (Mentioning @skeletoninthemelonland just to credit for the AU. Sorry if I get any details wrong, friend. It’d be super cool if you read it though.) So yeah… Uh… Let’s go?

“So…why are we here?” The young fox dragged his heels as he followed his father into the lobby of the building, “Are we taking Evan to the doctors or something…?”

A redheaded girl beside him strayed to poke at a cardboard box of toys and blankets that were labeled as donations, “Ohh! Look at all these toys, daddy!”

“Elizabeth, those aren’t for you.” The rabbit chided as he felt the bear cub in his arms yawning…again. It was contagious.

“I know that!” His daughter retorted defensively with her usual justification, “I was only looking at them!”

“Looking with your eyes…” He hummed, “…and not with your hands?”

“Yeah, put the pretty pink pony down.” The fox sneered, “Stop touching things that aren’t yours.”

“Oh, shut your big mouth!” She stamped her foot, putting the plastic horse back in the box, “You take things without asking all the time! Doesn’t he, daddy—“

“Both of you please stop badgering each other.” The rabbit sighed, letting a fussy Evan climb on him a little, “You brought some things to keep yourselves busy… Settle down.”

“Got it.” Micheal stretched out on a chair and pulled out a portable gaming system, turning it on.

“What are you playing?” The girl peeked over the arm of the seat with a devious smile, “Can I have a turn, pleeeeease?”

“Ugh! Lizzie! You said you didn’t want to bring yours!” Her brother swished his tail in her face, “Go play with your little ballerina dolls or something!”

“…Hmph!”

“Oh? Why, look who it is!” An older woman behind the front counter smiled warmly, “Evan! Micheal! How have you both been doing? Is this your sister?”

“Huh?! Mrs. Smith?! What the heck are you doing here?!” The fox looked up from his game in shock.

“After the fire destroyed the orphanage, we had to move buildings… This is our new home!” She smiled, noticing the girl sneaking back over to the donation box, “Oh! You can play with them if you want, sweetie! Just put them back when you’re done!”

“Really?! Thank you, miss!” Elizabeth giggled sweetly, digging into the donation bin without hesitation.

“How have you been doing, Mr. Afton?” The woman turned her attention to the rabbit now that the children were distracted, “We are still so grateful for what you did, you know?”

“It was nothing, and I’ve been just fine.” He reassured the other adult, but then the cub in his arms got fussy, “This one, on the other hand…”

“I heard…” She frowned, “It is very normal for babies adopted this young to have sleeping problems when they get to their forever families.”

“Any particular reason why?” The rabbit asked, “I’ve tried just about everything. Sleeping with him close to me seems to be the only fix I’ve found, but that’s a bit dangerous as I could roll over in my sleep and—“

“Follow me…” She opened a door to the back hall, and shooed away a few curious orphans who were gossiping about the fire.

They came to an office, and the woman gestured for him to sit down, “Most would say you should let him cry it out, or some such, but that can cause children to shut down and not trust their caregivers to soothe them.”

“So… What do I do, exactly?” The figure holding the cub sat down and sighed, “I can’t just leave when he’s down. It’s like he wakes up the second I do to follow me. He somehow climbed the entire fridge the other night… Will he grow out of this?”

“Oh yes, he will grow out of it, but he’s still a bit young for that…” She put a hand on the rabbit’s shoulder as Evan grumbled tiredly, “Normally, we would recommend slowly working with him to get used to his room as a safe place for him to be alone, but…considering the fire…”

“I don’t want to risk the possibility that he is linking being alone to what happened that day… It may be why he’s so persistent in getting to you…” The woman paused, before speaking again, “His siblings are a bit old to sleep by him unsupervised without a danger of accidentally crushing him, but I actually have another idea… if you’re up for it.”

“I’m willing to try anything.” A very tired William accidentally sounded a bit too desperate when he said that, and cleared his throat, “I mean, of course…”

“Wait here…”

The rabbit watched the woman leave the room, unsure what to expect. He looked down to the restless bear in his arms, “Calm down, buddy… I’m right here…”

He heard her footsteps as she entered the office again, this time holding a bundle covered in one of the donated blankets.

“Ooooh, Evan!” Mrs. Smith cooed, “Look who I found!”

A tiny pair of soft yellow ears were revealed from under the blanket first. They were pinned back behind the little head they were attached to, which was still facing away from the visitors. With some repeated but gentle encouragement from the woman, one blue eye finally became visible as the small rabbit peeked out from the safety of the blanket.

“Oh… Why, hello there…” He spoke softly as he kept a hold on his squirmy cub with one arm, “Who might you be…?”

The eye vanished behind the blanket again at the sound of his voice, but came back when the bear cub made a curious noise. That got the other small child to show more interest, and her twitching pink nose became visible. He could feel his bear cubs tail wagging with excitement as he started grabbing towards the bundled blanket.

“This is Rebecca…” The woman smiled, “I thought Micheal would have mentioned her to you if he saw Evan had trouble sleeping… She shared a bed with Evan before you adopted him.”

“He never mentioned it at all… Did she really?” He couldn’t help but smile a little, until he realized something, “Wait… Where was she during the fire…? I didn’t see anyone else in the building—“

“She was only found after the fire was totally put out…hiding underneath a blanket…” The other adult frowned, “Thankfully, the blanket was still slightly damp from washing. The paramedics said that saved her life.”

There was a somber silence, interrupted by the insistent noises of the small bear to see the other child.

“Beccaaaahaah!” He squealed, getting the attention of the rabbit holding him.

“Whoa… He never calls out names… besides Mikey and recently Lizzie…” He chuckled, still in shock, “Then again, I haven’t been pushing him to talk much…” He looked to the woman with a smile, “Let me guess, your idea for the sleeping problem is to have me adopt her as well…?”

“Well, would you like to hold her, at least…?”

The small bunny looked rather nervous as she was removed from the blanket and passed over, her paws coming to her mouth. The larger rabbit had her fit perfectly in the crook of his arm. Evan held onto his shirt to steady himself so he could clumsily reach to pat her head, looking back up at his father with a smile.

“Well, I don’t think I’m going to be able to say no, am I…?” He chuckled.

———

The moment he got out the door into the lobby, and Mrs. Smith introduced the small child in his arms, his daughter hurried over to his leg.

“Ohhhh! A bunny rabbit like you?!?! She��s so cutttteeeee!” She hopped up and down to try and get a better look, “Oh daddy! Are we keeping her?! Can we keep her?! Please! Please! Pleaseeee!”

He felt the tiniest body in his arms cling to him nervously as he tried to dodge his middle child, “Yes, Elizabeth. She’s coming home with us.”

“YAYYYYY!”

“Wait… Is that really Rebecca?!” The young fox nearly dropped his video game, looking even more shocked than when he saw Mrs.Smith earlier, “But I thought she was—“

“Micheal, it’s alright…” His adoptive father sighed, “We can talk about this later… For now… I think we all need to go home and rest.”

“Rest?! It’s only 3 in the afternoon!” The young girl frowned, “We haven’t even had dinner yet!”

“Well…” He yawned, “We can have a nice nap before dinner tonight…”

#answers #drabbles #springdad au #screw it #the more i hesitate the more i wanna delete it all #lets do this

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send-me-a-puffalope · 4 months

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I. listened to a video called: "Overthinking Micheal Afton 's Monologue".

And fuck, he's also kicked dog. But it just made me think of Vanessa even more.

Like, ouugghhh. If you have time and want to listen to it, go ahead!! I just. Wanted to say that n other stuff

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(I took some screenshots of the video),

These all. I think they could all work for Vanessa so well in the movie.

She's known about the kids, but she has a closer attachment to them. So I don't think it would be that "uncaring", but she is certainly used to it all. She doesn't question, and she's basically casual with the information. She's used to knowing what her Father has done.

That also,, kinda leads me to another thing.

She still calls him "daddy", like a young child would. A child looking for love, care, approval, and just tender domestic family life. But she just can't get that.

Micheal calls William; "Father", as a proper way to address someone. Or it can show his hatred. I think it's both

But it's all connected by the fact, that they are his puppets.

This one, was pointed out as if the music is like. Micheal remembering, and having it be painful for him to remember.

If they were to ever have Vanessa say Micheal's monologue, in the movie. They better add some more emotions to some words. But still keep the whole "creepy tired" voice, that they had for Micheal in the games(I kinda just wanna point out again, much more of a fun fact bout the video: they guy in the video says that Will is more "up to no good" in terms of voice, while Micheal is broken. I can get how they get mistaken for each other, but that's just by looks and slightly their voice. It's the way they are that is different). "Tired" in a sense that she's, like. She's really tired emotionally/etc. and "creepy" because she's just a rotting corpse with like. Stitches to her, that she caused herself (your scooped!Vanessa idea is running all over my head)

But I think the one that she would be sent to free is, the Golden Freddy kid or.. maybe oddly enough the two young Schmidt kids(Garrett & Abby). I dunno tho. I just, like to think that it would work with the themes of Vanessa trying to be kind and a kid again. But, who knows, who she'll be "putting back together" (I'll get back to this one too. It just points so much to many aspects of FNAF I swear to fucking God)

KICKED DOG. SOSO MANY KICKED DOGS IN THIS FUCKING FAMILY—

But yeah. The "I ..." And "asked me to...", just. Ough. Because she was asked, was told, to follow his rules. To clean up "her" mess, and help fix what "she" caused.

"I put her back together." — Abby is connected to Elizabeth due to the Ella suit, and how she generally acts(Sassy, etc. Elizabeth is somewhat characterized in many AUs/Canons, to be sassy). But Vanessa is also connected to Elizabeth as a fact, that she's the daughter of William Afton, one to fall to his lies, get emotionally manipulated (I don't think that most of his kids were normal in a sense that they did things their own way. Circus Baby being made for Elizabeth? Manipulation. Fredbear plush telling CC almost everything, and maybe the one who is talking thru Fredbear is William? Manipulation. Micheal going to SL? Manipulation). Garrett also being connected to Elizabeth due to him needing to be found - being the Puppet(who in some AUs/Canons, is very clown/jester/mime themed. Even Security Puppet is mime like!) - clothing colors(pink and red are similar. Blue pants/skirts) - generally being the reason why some guy named "Mike" is doing Security jobs(maybe even stretching to Vanessa being a police officer)

"I put her back together." — the whole "together", and your idea of Scooped Vanessa, stitching herself back together. → “i.... I put myself together... Just like you would wanted me to do... (small sob/needle pulling + small whimper) ...”

Color symbolism, Blue: serenity, stability, inspiration, or wisdom. / open spaces, freedom, intuition, imagination, inspiration, and sensitivity. / Honesty & Loyalty (personality symbol of blue)

Just wanted to share the color symbolism. Which is kinda funny- to me. Because, well.

Vanessa is not anything but wisdom and a trained dog. She has wisdom, but will say fully if ever told to do so. That could be stability, but it is not serenity.

She is connected to open spaces, but they all feel so so closed and cluttered. Not open to her. Freedom? As if she has freedom(Vanessa became a Police officer, and it's highly hinted that she did not choose that for herself. Or maybe she did, and William decided to use that in his ways).

She is honest. She is loyal(but very kicked dog loyal)

I also kinda wanna point the "They thought I was you (sigh/etc" that Micheal did. And add that to Vanessa.

Maybe the whole "they thought I was you", could be when the kids saw how Vanessa shot William. If she can shot, what can she do to them? Even if they are robots, their souls are that of her friends, of kids. And anyone can turn out to be bad(e.i: William is seemingly a kind normal guy, but then he's revealed to be a child-murderer). Vanessa is related to William, the Yellow Rabbit. So what can she do, if she can shoot?

And if the Cassidy Afton theory is true in the movie verse. Then, what can happen? His Father killed him, so what can his sister do? She shot their Father. She let their Father kill him.

So, "they thought I was you" could just be how the kids rumored how Vanessa would act towards them. Might just be their fear, but Golden Freddy has reasons to fear her. He might be big, might be a predator that finally killed his killer, his own Father. But - his sister is still here.

He cares, he hates, he fears Vanessa.

“They thought I would act like you... (scoff/sob) ..."

Reason why I added the "(scoff/sob)" is because, it just fits. Her own brother fears her, hates her. Her friends fear her. She lets out more of a cry, but she scoffs because why would she ever act like Him?

Getting this one, because I just like it. But it also fits. Vanessa is also supposed to be dead, but she's not. And that's wrong.

It hurts her to remember about her brother, or like. Her closest confidant. So she goes ahead to talk about herself. How she seemingly survived what was supposed to be her last time breathing.

And it is her last time breathing, but she's still here.

And that's just ... Wrong. It's impossible, scientifically impossible, and just wrong. But she's still here and she's proving it wrong

Your brainrot of her is highly infecting me. It's crazy man

(now I'm thinking of how she and the Schmidt family acted like in the past, <- very heavy on Schmidts = Emily's theory)

Me jumping up and down excitedly reading through this cause I have. So Much. to say about my Vanessa and Elizabeth AU fic but I also don’t wanna spoil anything 👁️👁️ But the Michael SL monologue (Vanessa version) has me in a CHOKEHOLD OH MY LORD. I want them to do Sister Location so bad but idk if the movies are gonna go in that direction (i mean SL is pretty dang important to the FNAF lore unless they end at like ~FNAF 4 ig??? or just skip all the weird/suspension of disbelief parts of SL)

I love love love the idea of “I…I put her back together… just like you wanted me to” changing to “I…I put myself back together…just like you would’ve wanted me to”. IT JUST HITS ALL THE ANGST SPOTS. I’m obsessed with my own scooped!Vanessa idea with her sewing patches of fabric into her own skin but I flip flop between why she does it. It’s between injuries/rot from Ennard that won’t heal because yknow. She’s dead. Or her living after a FNAF 6-esque fire that leaves her with burn scars and she sews patches to cover up the worst of the burn scars. I just. The idea of Vanessa, newly unEnnarded, sobbing alone while sewing herself shut again and talking to her dead dad for comfort because he was all she ever knew…. wondering why she was still alive…………..

(the irony that the one willing/wanting to die being the one to survive despite the fact that she very much Shouldn’t Be Alive)

and the spirits in SL being afraid of Vanessa because she’s an Afton??? Me when I Break Down 😭😭😭💥💥💥💥 Cause Vanessa’s biggest fear is becoming her father and not being able to escape her bloodline/destiny for tragedy.

I do think it’s interesting to consider that if they do SL, Vanessa thinks that William is dead so lines like ‘I’m going to come find you…” doesn’t make sense. I do hope they still give her a variation of the monologue tho cause I think the SL Michael monologue, the Bite of 83, and the FNAF 6 Henry monologue are THE most iconic parts of FNAF.

The main hitting point of SL is the fact that Michael finds his sister down there. If the FNAF movies have Vanessa going down there… well it simply wouldn’t hit as hard if she didn’t have some form of a dead sibling down in that bunker right??? Though ig it would be kind of weird to have Abby almost get Ella dolled in a Baby parallel/reference and then also have an Elizabeth in Baby. Who knows (<- desperately wants to know)

#fnaf vanessa #vanessa afton #vanessa shelly #michael afton #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's #long post #ask!!!#sotogalmo #audrey!!!

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