Continuing this thread @gregory-rp

Gregory looks at Freddy calmly. "What is up?" He asks softly.

Helpy nods smiling

It's just, I don't know if afton might have a good reason to not have looked from the two yet... or if he is going to at all...

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*Glamrock Chica opened the door to toy chica's room and Roxy was sitting on a chair and crying with toy chica watching her before turning to look at the other chicken, motioning for her to sit by her side which is what she did*

Rental Slut.

Montgomery Gator X Fem! Reader (smut)

A/N: Hello everyone! I know this took awhile, but I really put my all into it, so I hope it exceeded, or at least met your expectations. Thank you all for being so patient with me.

Summary: Fazbear Entertainment is now catering to a more mature audience! Lucky you!

Fazbear Entertainment. A household name, yes? Of course! Everyone remembers playing games and eating pizza at their earlier establishments and watching performances at the current one, but even the memories the company created couldn’t save them from losing profits. Things were going downhill quickly and nobody really knew what to do to help. Until one bright and somewhat disturbing employee came up with the idea to rent the new Glamrock Animatronics out for more ‘adult’ occasions. Really it wasn’t a bad idea, the sex appeal of the robots might’ve been what saved the iconic company from its all time low.

Every Friday to Sunday after 10:00 p.m. the animatronics were sent to their green rooms to get ready for their more mature customers. Although not many people were extremely interested in having intimate time with mechanical sex toys, the people that were, paid a lot to live out their fantasies. Some did it for fun, some as a fetish, some as a dare. Whatever the reason, it was costly, and Fazbear Entertainment profited from it.

Considering all of this, it was a pretty obvious choice for things like bachelorette parties, one of which you were attending. Your best friend was soon to be married, and wanted to have some unconstrained fun. The answer to that? Fucking an anthropomorphic robot character loved by millions.

Once your group had arrived at the PizzaPlex, you were starting to get nervous. You’d mostly tagged along to support the bride-to-be, and to not be seen as a stick in the mud, but being there brought on a layer of shame. Wouldn’t it be weird to do ‘stuff’ with a hunk of metal? What if someone you knew found out? What if this turned into a fetish?!

You tried to calm yourself down while entering the building, but your anxiety was very obvious.

“Hey,” one of your friends chimed in, noticing your distress, “it’s not a big deal, (Y/N). It’s just for fun! You don’t even have to do anything, really if you want you can just stay at the bar and drink.”

“Nah it’s fine, I guess it could interesting, and besides, I don’t wanna ruin the fun,” you said.

You all had reached the front desk and were admitted into the lobby. Nobody else was walking around except for a girl heading into Chica’s room, so at least no one you knew was there.

“Alright we’re going to that hot ass bear’s room, are you joining or just hanging out?” Another one of your friends asked.

“I think I’ll wait for y’all to finish and sit at the bar,” you replied apologetically.

She nodded and joined the others while you took your seat at the makeshift tavern. The map bot turned bartender rolled over to your stool. How naïve of you to think you’d get much human interaction here in the first place. After placing your order with ‘bar bot’ you swiveled around in your chair, looking around the PizzaPlex. All of the rooms had curtains covering the windows, most likely for privacy, except for one: Montgomery’s. He was looking away from the window, zoning out completely. Really he looked bored. Maybe lonely? Either way, the expression on his face was enough to draw you in.

What an allusive creature he seemed to be. He was aggressive, loud, and quite intimidating. He wasn’t necessarily a fan favorite, but you thought he was at the very least the most interesting and the most attractive, in an aesthetic way. It’s not like you had the hots for a gator.

Either way, you felt yourself stand up, completely abandoning your drink. A few steps later and you found yourself standing in front of his door. You felt awkward just standing there, what kind of creep just hangs out in front of someone’s door?

Swallowing your pride, you knocked on his door. You reasoned with yourself, it was fine. You were only going to check in on him, maybe even have a chat while you waited for your friends to finish up? You could practically hear the crisp thwack of his head turning to look in the direction of your knocking.

“Hm? Come on in,” he grunted, it was obvious he wasn’t expecting any visitors tonight.

You entered, holding your breath. Each step caused you to be more embarrassed, any closer and you would simply have to turn around and run away. You stopped a foot or so away from him, resisting eye contact while mumbling a greeting.

“Hello? You okay, darlin’?” he questioned, wondering why you were just standing and muttering like a weirdo.

“Huh? I’m…I’m sorry,” you started, “I didn’t mean to bother you, I’ll go.”

He snorted, he wasn’t used to such timid visitors this time of night. You’d be a fun change of pace.

“Aw, don’t go. You think a cutie like you could ever bother me any?” He teasingly asked.

“No it’s not that, I just,” you paused “I just wanted to stay with you until my friends are ready to leave. Is that okay?”

“I don’t mind at all. What a sweet lil’ thing you are,” he gushed.

You shuffled over and sat down, sitting as far away from him as possible. This was most definitely noticed by him. After a few minutes of suffering the distance, he slowly moved over to close the gap between you two.

He fake yawned and stretched, allowing his arms to raise and fall over the back of the couch, close to where your shoulders were.

What a sly dog he was.

He slid his arm lower and lower until it was was wrapped around your lower back. His hand’s coldness sent shivers through your body.

“Oh, you poor thing. You’ll catch your death of cold, shivering like that,” he murmured.

He picked you up and sat you in his lap, curling you up into his chest. His chest-plate was warm, but not nearly as warm as your face was getting.

“That better, Cher?”

All you could do was nod as the heat from your core and face increased. He turned you around on his lap so that you were looking at the window, and each of your legs were on a different side of his right one, and wrapped his arms around your waist, bordering your needy cunt.

He started humming and slowly bouncing his leg. The vibrations from his movement was enough to completely trigger you. You needed to do something about your sudden urges.

You started to slowly move you hips in little circles to match the rhythm of his leg, just enough to offer yourself some relief. Luckily, the small sounds you allowed to slip past your lips were covered up by his mindless humming.

After a minute or two he saw what you were doing and smirked. He thought to ignore it and let you keep going, but the opportunity to embarrass you was too tempting.

“And just what are you doing?” He questioned in a smug tone.

You immediately stopped as tears of embarrassment pricked your eyes. Your face burned up and you looked down at the floor in slight shame.

“No, it was nothing, I didn’t mean to-,”

“Pipe down, you little Jezebel, I didn’t tell you to stop,” he interrupted.

You hesitated for a second, still flustered, but decided to continue at your previous pace.

Without his humming, there was nothing to hide your desperate moans. You started grinding into his hardened thigh, speeding up ever so slightly when you heard him groan at the sight of you.

He let his hands travel up your shirt and slice your bra off with his nails. He then took your boobs into his hands, rubbing your nipples with his thumbs.

This only added to your internal fire and made you pant like a dog.

“You like that, huh?” He said, obviously amused.

You whined in return, “It feels so good.”

He snorted and leaned in to lick your neck with his slick tongue. Hearing your breath hitch only egged him on. He bit into your neck, deep enough to leave a mark. You gently sobbed out at the sudden puncture on your throat.

He lifted his head up and laughed.

“Aw, Sha, did that hurt? However will I make this up to you?”

He grabbed your hips and stopped your movements completely. You whined at the lack of friction on your cunt.

“Oh, hush. You’re getting something better anyways,” he snapped.

He lifted you up and sat you down on the couch, prying your legs open as he dropped to his knees. He grabbed the back of your legs to anchor himself properly.

“Monty, what are you doing on the-“ you asked before you were interrupted by him quickly licking the folds of your pussy. Your legs briefly shook as you adjusted to the feeling.

“Yeah, how about that? Y’like that?” He smugly asked.

“Please,” you started, “can you keep going?”

He didn’t reply, but let his tongue run over your clit, stopping every once in awhile to lick a stripe over your leaking cunt.

You threw your head back in pleasure, releasing all the pent up moans from your throat.

After a few minutes, your hips started bucking and your legs opened further. Taking notice of this, Monty retracted his claws and thrusted two of his fingers into your already overstimulated core. He forced them in and out in a messy rhythm, curling them inside of you.

You clenched around his thick fingers and came on them, panting and furrowing your eyebrows as you rode out your orgasm.

“You look like such a cute slut with my fingers in you,” Monty snickered.

You couldn’t catch your breath in time to respond to him, and him pushing you down on the couch didn’t help.

“It’s a good thing you’re already worked up, right slut?” He asked in a patronizing tone.

“You’re so mean to me,” you retorted in a fake hurt voice.

“Oh, I’ll show you mean.”

He pressed his pelvic plate, releasing a thick, veiny dick. It was leaking a pre-cum like substance.

He lifted both of your legs over his shoulders and slid into your tight hole. You clenched around him, leaving him groaning in pleasure.

“Fuck, gonna milk me dry, yeah?” He moaned and quicken his pace.

“Mhm, yes! Feels so nice,” you said.

His thrusts got stronger and his groans got more and more filthy. Your walls were clenching on his cock repeatedly as you took him deeper inside of you.

“God damn, I’m close, Sha. This little cunt is so perfect,” he cooed.

“Please keep going,” you whined, “I’m close too.”

He mercilessly pounded into you, feeling your walls spasm on his cock only made him go faster and faster. The room filled with lewd squelching noises.

You reared up on your orgasm and could feel a pressure build up in your stomach. You finally released after Monty roared and shot his synthetic ropes of cum into you.

He fell down next to you and huffed out.

“Thank you for letting me stay with you,” you shyly said after a few moments of silence.

“No problem at all, darlin’. I’m glad I got to stay with your cute ass,” he purred.

He stood up and stretched, then helped you gather your things a get ready to leave. Just as you were about to walk out and find your friends, Monty called out for you.

“Hey, Y/N. Before you leave, I just want you to know the curtains were open that entire time,” he grinned.

You immediately blushed and cursed your luck.

You felt him creep up on you, slap your ass and send you off.

“Come back soon, yeah? I’ll see you next time, you little exhibitionist.”

Afton's Disturbing Pet

William and Henry are removing stuff from Freddy Fazbear, when Henry jumps back at the look of a big spider. Henry, however, learns not only is William not scared of spiders, he befriends them!

WARNING! This plot includes mentions of arachnophobia and features a slight spider character. If you hate spiders as well, you can either click off and look for another fanfic, or read at your own risk and enjoy the relatable moments. Besides that, I hope you enjoy!

Henry was fixing up Freddy Fazbear for the next week of birthday parties coming up. After opening up the belly plate on Freddy Fazbear, Henry took a quick look inside to make sure there weren't any lost and found items hidden in Freddy’s machinery. Funnily enough, there were about 6 different items in Freddy Fazbear this time!

“Gosh...When will children learn to keep their stuff to themselves?” Henry asked.

William chuckled. “When they’re too old to come back, probably.” William replied.

Henry rolled his eyes. “I mean, look at this!” Henry told him. William walked up to the Freddy Fazbear animatronic and looked inside. “A kid lost a pair of shoes! What parent lets their kid leave the restaurant with socked feet?!” Henry exclaimed.

William smiled. “A parent that probably doesn’t care.” William replied.

Henry sighed as he grabbed the pair of shoes out of the machinery and threw them into the lost and found bin. “Hmm...I see a toy car...a paper airplane…Hey look: a Chica bobblehead.” Henry reacted, showing him. William took the bobblehead, flicked the head and watched the head bobble around.

“...UUUUH…WILL, HELP.” Henry yelled suddenly.

William put the bobblehead in his pocket and looked up. “Yes?” He replied.

Henry slowly walked himself backwards and grabbed onto William’s arm tightly.

“Spider. There’s a spider. K-Kill it.” Henry ordered.

William smiled and chuckled at him. “That’s all?” William started walking up to the suit. “Come on man...It can’t be that big a d-” William took one glance at the spider and widened his eyes. It was HUGE! “Wow...okay! That’s pretty big, I’ll admit.” William reacted, leaning forward and bringing his hand towards it. “Hey buddy. What are you doing, hiding in the big bear?” William asked, flattening his hand so the spider could get on. The spider moved its front 2 legs back nervously, but slowly brought its legs back and walked onto William’s hand. William smiled and brought the spider out of the suit’s middle and looked at it closer.

Henry yelped and jumped back, while William watched the spider crawl around on his hand. It was a black spider with beige dots lining the bottom middle body, and 8 thin legs spread out to keep it crawling. The spider was using those legs to crawl around on the back of William’s hand. Somewhat slowly, the spider crawled itself up William’s shirt, onto the wrist and lower arm. “I think I’m gonna call you...AJ. For Afton Junior.” William told him in a slightly high-pitched voice.

Henry was both amused by the strangely adorable scene, and also cowering at the idea of a spider being less than 3 feet away from him. “Why don’t you name him Willy?” Henry asked, still the slightest bit of fright in his voice.

“Cause Willy is just a dirty version of the name William.” William explained. Then, William smirked and looked at Henry. “Or i can name him Henry Junior…” William mentioned.

Henry’s eyes widened as he let out a whimper. “Mmmm-no. Bad idea. Please no.” Henry told him.

William’s smile grew wider and wider as the spider scaled his forearm, crawled past the elbow and skittered up the side of his bicep. “You’re almost there buddy. Come on…” William cheered.

Henry looked like he was going to lose his mind. “HOW, can you just...sit still! While that spider is just-” Henry threw his arms up and just gave up on reasoning. “You know what? No. not even gonna TRY and figure that out.” Henry decided.

After a few more skitters, the spider successfully reached William’s shoulder. William chuckled at Henry’s reaction as he started admiring the big spider on his shoulder. “Look...I have my own little spider friend!” William told him.

“Mm hmm...fascinating. Quick question: how are you so calm?” Henry asked.

William chuckled. “It’s simple, really:” William started as he reached his fingers out to his shoulder to pick up the spider. “I'm not afraid of spiders.” WIlliam explained.

“But HOW?! That’s a wolf spider! They bite!” Henry told him.

William laughed at the irony as the spider crawled on his palm. “You say you hate spiders, and yet you’re perfectly willing to find a book on spiders that are harmless versus spiders that bite.” William reacted.

“That was meant to help my fear of spiders. And you know what? It helped a lot more than you expect!” Henry reacted.

“Did it now?” William asked.

“Yes...actually it did.” Henry told Will. “It helped me learn what spiders I shouldn’t be afraid of, and which spiders I should be afraid of.” Henry explained.

“Interesting.” William told him half-heartedly. Then, William started giving the spider very gentle pats on the head. “Look at you! Such a big strong boy!” William said as he patted its head some more.

Henry nervously watched as the spider moved its front legs around on William’s upper wrist. Suddenly, William jolted and widened his eyes for only a few moments. But his surprised face quickly turned into slight anger as he leaned his head closer to the spider. “You little bastard…” William muttered.

Henry widened his own eyes in surprise and worry. “What just happened?” Henry asked, fearing the worst.

“Well, I think Junior just bit me.” William replied calmly.

“WHAT?!” Henry shouted in horror.

Henry grabbed William’s hand and attempted to pull it closer. “OW!” William shouted, pulling his hand away and holding it with his back towards Henry. “Careful! It hurts!” William yelled, rubbing it.

“You’re gonna infect it! Just let me look at it!” Henry begged.

“No! You’re gonna infect it more than I will!” William exclaimed as he carefully put his spider into his shirt pocket.

“No I won’t.” Henry grabbed the back of William’s right hand and gently brought it closer to himself. “See?” Henry asked. William nodded and relaxed a little before finally letting a smile show up on his lips.

Henry looked around William’s upper and lower wrist. But weirdly enough, there were no marks on there. “I...don’t see anything.” Henry commented as he checked the rest of his hand. His entire hand was completely markless. Henry lifted an eyebrow in confusion. But everything quickly clicked into place when William let out a single snicker.

...Excuse me?

“You...little SHIT!” Henry proclaimed in anger. William finally let the facade fall and bursted out laughing. Henry growled and pushed him away. “Why?!” Henry asked.

William continued to laugh at him. “Cause it was funny!” William told him as he lifted his hand up with the spider on his fingertips.

“I was worried!” Henry told him.

“For 5 seconds, but that’s it.” William replied.

“5 seconds too many.” Henry added.

“It was just a small prank. Can’t you handle a small prank?” William asked.

“Not a prank that potentially risks your life.” Henry shot back.

Despite the laughs, William was feeling a bit of guilt as well. As he calmed down, William tried to come up with what to tell him. He could tell him he regretted it, but...that would be straight up lying because that prank was fun to do despite the angry reaction. He could tell him he was sorry, but...he was worried that wasn’t enough in this situation. He could at least start with that, but he needed something else to say, in order for the apology to flow into something nicer.

William decided to let the first part out and let the second phrase come out naturally.

“Listen: I’m sorry, Henry. I’m sorry I freaked you out and made you worry over nothing.” William told him. But his snickers were still slightly showing through his apology, so it most likely couldn’t be taken like he hoped.

All that left Henry, was a scoff. William figured he would say that. So...he used a bit of logic. “Listen...Little Junior may have fangs. But as long as you don’t threaten it, it won’t bite you.” William explained.

Henry’s attitude seemed to slightly improve, but he was still annoyed. “You patted its head. I’m surprised it didn’t actually bite you.” Henry responded.

“I’ll be honest, I’m surprised by that too.” William said, pausing for a moment. “But there’s something I want you to know:” William added. Henry turned his head towards William with his frown somewhat softened. “Your reaction broke me.” William told him.

Henry narrowed his eyes and let a smile show up on his face as he turned more to face his friend. “How so?” Henry asked.

“Well...It made me happy to see just how much you care.” William said briefly, but nicely.

“...Wait, really?” Henry reacted.

“Really!” William replied.

Henry let out a laugh and shook his head with a smile on his face. “Wow. So you’re not exactly the most heartless being on the planet then…” Henry joked.

William gasped and placed a hand on his chest. “Ow! I’m offended by that statement!” William exclaimed dramatically.

“Oooh! Being sassy now, huh?” Henry clarified with a smirk. “I may need to punish you for that.” Henry warned.

William guffawed. “Puh-lease...What are you gonna do? Put me on a time out?” William joked.

Henry took one look at William’s pocket and smirked. “Hmmm...Nope!” Henry replied before looking towards the dining tables. “Chica! William stole something!” Henry told her.

Almost immediately, Chica’s eyes glowed and his body moved to face her creator. Quickly, Chica walked herself over with Carl the cupcake in hand and stared at Henry the whole way while she walked. “You reported a thief in the pizzeria! Please name who may be a suspect.” Chica ordered.

Henry chuckled, but went along with it. “William Afton.” Henry told her.

Chica turned to William and pointed at him. “You are being suspected of stealing. If you stole something, please give it back or I will have to body search you.” Chica ordered.

William sent Henry a disappointed expression. “...Seriously?” William asked.

Henry nodded his head. “I wanted to test this out, anyway. And since were being a douche a few seconds earlier…” Henry explained before trailing off.

Chica scanned William with her eyes and stared at his shoulder. “There’s a spider on your shoulder.” Chica mentioned.

“I know.” William said.

“William Afton has a bobblehead in his pocket. I will remove it for you.” Chica told him.

William shook his head and zipped up the zipper on his pants before his pocket was touched. Chica picked up William with one hand and attempted to pull the pocket open.

“Thahat’s not how it- WHOHOhohohohoa! Chihihica, cahahaharefuhuhuhul!” William jumped suddenly. Chica ignored his pleas and only continued to try and get into the man’s pocket. William doubled over and continued to laugh and giggle. “Plehehehease stahahahap ihihihihit! Yohohohou’re tihihicklihihing mehehehe!” William protested.

Chica’s hand seemed to have stopped for only a moment. The lens in both her eyes started to zoom in and out as Chica went through an animatronic version of ‘processing’. William must’ve noticed a change in her eyes, because the man quickly became weary and defensive, despite the height and weight difference between the two.

Chica brought William closer, turned him around so Afton’s back was facing Chica’s beak and started squeezing William’s hips. “AAAAH! NAHAHAHAHA- NOHOHOHOHOHO!” William shouted.

“Mr. Afton refuses to give back the toy. So some persuading is needed to convince him…” Chica explained as she continued to squeeze his sensitive hips.

William’s laughter grew and died down with each and every squeeze, leading to some very interesting and amusing reactions. Not only was his happy face genuinely fun to watch, but his giggles and instinctively kicks of the feet seemed to present a more...cuter side of William.

Henry smiled happily at his friend. “Ain’t this an adorable sight to behold? It looks like William over here, is very ticklish!” Henry reacted.

William laughed heavily with his head tipped back. “IHI’M GOHOHONNA DROHOHOHOP AHAY-JAHAHAHAY!” William begged. Chica didn’t listen though, and continued to squeeze his hips in patterns.

Quickly, Henry ran up to Chica. “Chica! Stop!” He ordered.

Upon the command, Chica stopped squeezing and looked to her left side. “Yes, Mr. Emily?” Chica greeted.

“That spider on William’s shoulder...is AJ.” Henry explained. “William befriended it.” Henry told Chica with a slight shudder. Chica looked towards the spider and offered her hand to it. Funnily enough, the spider grew to trust Chica super quickly because before long, the spider was sitting still on Chica’s big hand.

Chica turned towards Henry and brought her hand closer. “Can you hold this for me?” Chica asked.

Almost instinctively, Henry jumped back and nervously held his arms up in defence. He shook his head profusely. “No. No no no no no. I hate spiders. That-that thing can be set free, for all I care.” Henry said, stuttering a little bit.

William frowned. “Hey! Be nice!” William warned.

Henry moved his arms into the surrender position. “What?! You’re lucky I can actually control what comes out of my mouth!” Henry reacted.

“Let me guess: you wanna set it on fire and let it burn alive?” William guessed.

Henry hung his head guiltily. “...I mean…” Henry muttered.

William scoffed and shook his head. “Knew it.” William replied in a slight annoyed voice.

Chica placed the wolf spider onto the stage and almost immediately tried tickling William again. William squeaked and bursted out laughing as he struggled to get her hand away from him. Finally, William decided to give up.

“Ohohokahahay, ohohohokahahahahayyy! Ihihi’ll gihihihive ihit uhuhup, just STAHAhahahahap!” William shouted at her.

Chica smiled and stopped her hand. William took a moment to breath before he unzipped his pocket and pulled the bobblehead out. Chica opened her jaw in surprise as she grabbed the bobblehead and stared at it. “Wow! It’s me!” Chica declared happily.

“Yes it is.” William replied.

Chica placed William down and walked away with the bobblehead. Henry walked up to William and started poking him in the sides and squeezing him in the hips.

“Wahahahait, Henry nohohoho! Yohohohou-” William giggled as he attempted to return the pokes. But Henry didn’t react at all, and only doubled his poking! “WHAHAHAHAT?! YOHOHOU’RE NOHOHOT-”

“Nope! Not ticklish there!” Henry declared triumphantly as he started scratching and squeezing the jackpot spots.

It didn’t take long for William to fall onto his knees in weakness. When that happened, Henry moved in front of his friend and happily increased the tickles dramatically, forcing William to fall onto his back in hysterics. The best part (or the worst part for William), was that Henry couldn’t be tickled back no matter how much William tried! And trust me, he tried EVERYWHERE!

The sides were no good, the ribs just hurt slightly, and the armpits were utterly pointless! His belly was a bust, his belly button was just as useless, and his hips didn’t even increase Henry’s smile. He was insensitive to a tee, and it left William frustrated as he laughed, squealed and cackled.

But finally, as if Chica was given empathy, Henry screamed and stumbled back, halting the tickle attack altogether. William looked at him in confusion, before realizing the reason when Carl winked at him: Chica (or Carl) must’ve grabbed AJ and shoved him down Henry’s back! William bursted out laughing at the hilarious moment. Soon though, pity finally overtook William and helped AJ get out from under his shirt. By the time AJ was back in William’s hands, Henry was trembling like a flame and stuttering from the feeling of 8 legs crawling all over his back and shoulders. William ended up having to give AJ to Chica so he could hug the poor man. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for Henry to go back to his old self and resume the tickle attack. And with William in his arms, Henry had proudly trapped a wild Afton in his fingers forever!

...Or, until he lets him go, of course...

Hey, uh, do you take request for any epilogue stuff or just Henry suffering? Because if the former, well, we never got to see Old Sport apologizing to the lost souls, and since now that's his job... could we get that? Sorry to bother ^^' - (copied by me, original from AO3)

(Every kind of request is welcome! That is something I meant to write anyways, but I’m still really scared of it- it’s something very important, that HAS to sit just right. I doubt I will manage, but hey, at least it’s out of my mind after this one. OH AND I JUST REALIZED YOU’RE RIGHT ABOUT THE “we never saw”- FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE FINALE I knew I forgot SOMETHING, I thought I had it all written down, but I DIDN’T. Urgh, no point in crying over spilled milk I guess, but have my apologies, I know that you especially were looking forward to it ;n; Now I’m lowkey stuck between a rock and a hard place- either I make this into a proper epilogue thing, in which technically shouldn’t be able to apologize- or I go back and make this as a fix-it/rewrite scene from within the action. I think I’ll try to make it an epilogue and bullshit my way into Old Sport being able to apologize. Bear with me)

Forgiveness isn’t something you can work towards as a single person. It wasn’t like they hadn’t known that when they made their way to the first few restaurants, but it still always left a little crack behind in their optimism. Of course, there was nothing they could do about it. Freeing souls was actually a terribly ungrateful job, something that surprised Dave. Sure, Old Sport had warned him beforehand, but still. It stung. Not that Dave wasn’t on some level aware that he’s the one everyone’s anger was targeted at- for good reason, he had created this scenario in the first place- but a selfish part of him despised the kids for not playing along right away. Henry had told him back in the day that he needed to get a grip on his desire for instant satisfaction- and he was right. As much as Dave hated to think about it, he was right. There were things he easily lost patience with. Hell, he had pressured Old Sport far, far more than he should have. A sudden surge of stubbornness settled into his chest. It was FINE, it worked great with Old Sport. He didn’t do anything wrong. He DIDN’T. He’d do it again! … … that wasn’t the right attitude for a man on the road of redemption, but he couldn’t really help it yet. Deep down he hoped the attitude change would come with habit. There was no way he could get around to it on his own. Old Sport was… doing okay, all things considered. Being almost ripped out of your own body, because you resembled your worst enemy more than your former self was pretty- terrifying. So nowadays, he was… quiet. A little car chase always managed to rip him out of his thoughtful moments, returning the grin to the place it rightfully belonged, covering most of the Orange Guy’s face- but it was only moments, minutes, not long enough, not nearly long enough to satisfy him. Or at least calm him. Old Sport knew that too. When he glanced over at his friend- his partner, his lover, all these words that almost seemed to make no sense, they felt like weren’t supposed to be applied to HIM, him the soulless guy shambling from place to place- When he glanced at Dave, he saw the tension radiating off him like a swarm of bees. Even in his smile, it was clear, he wasn’t outright happy, he was- Like a bow, tightly strung, ready to escalate. There was nowhere left where he truly could let out his chaotic desires, as each Freddy’s they walked into was another mission that had to be done perfectly, like clockwork. Cheesy words, little theatrics, the same patterns over and over and over and over and over- It was what had driven Old Sport over the edge the first time. It wouldn’t happen again though. Maybe they should go to Vegas. However, he didn’t really want to let Dave loose anymore. Not now that their actions felt so… intertwined. Whatever Dave did, he felt responsible for, thus he tried to keep him in check. And now… … now he almost felt scared of Dave, from time to time. Now that he was trying to take the lead. It- wasn’t right. No, no. Fear, fear implied HE was the one afraid. This was different. Worry. He was worried for Dave and he worried for the world around him. But that was the price he paid for being moral and wanting things to work out for everyone. It felt a bit dirty, just picking up a morality, not due to experience and inner passion for these things, instead only because morals came as a set. Really, he still wasn’t a whole person. … at least he was working on it. “What’s wrong with ya, Sportsy?” Dave stretched his neck out towards him, drawing a smile out of the Orange Guy. Somehow seeing Dave becoming all- noodly- always brightened his day. “Nothing! Nothing. I was just thinking about the next place… apparently the Freddy’s burned down, but the animatronics are still in the area?” “Is that what the bear told ya?” “Yes. Which means setting up the party and getting them to stumble over it will be more dangerous than usually… we’ll have to lure them there. We miggt have to walk through the town while wearing the suit!” “Sounds like fun!” Slightly Old Sport smiled. This was something Dave still was great at. “… if you say so. You’re the only one who thinks of waltzing around in sweaty suits, while potentially being chased by dog as ‘fun’.” “Yeah, right- I’m just the only one of us who can admit it! That’s ‘cause ya can’t admit to your feelings, Sportsy! It took ya YEARS, DECADES to finally give into your BURNING DESIRE FOR ME-“ “Sh-shut up! Don’t be weird!” His cheeks were reddening as Dave laughed. This was the one way his constantly building up tension melted away. If he didn’t think for a few moments, the world seemed okay. “Welp, either way-“ The Purple Guy continued, pulling the car to the side. “- we’re at the destination. This is the burned down place. Wait- doesn’t burnin’ them usually free ‘em anyways? Ya know. If all stops have to come out?” “True. There are only two souls around, the one inside of Freddy and the one inside of Chica. The rest was freed by the fire.” “So, we’re dealin’ with two REALLY nasty bastard kids?” “You shouldn’t say that. That aside: yes, you’re right on the money.” “Urgh, those are the worst. Can’t we just break them and burn the pieces?” “No.” “I knew you’d say that Old Sport. Yet I’m STILL disappointed.” He sighed, as he parked to the side. Getting suited up as soon as they could, they looked around the forest area, the lights of the town far in the back, but still very much visible. No taking roads, yards were fine, forest first though. “… alright, this will take time.” Old Sport looked over the wrecks. “Good we have plenty of things to set up a little party anyways. Dave?” “Yessir?” “You go out and try to find them while I set up. We can’t really afford wasting too much time, especially if they might be genuinely vengeful.” “Splittin’ up? First mistake in the horror genre, tsk, tsk-“ “Sure, because either of us is at such a risk of ACTUALLY DYING. EVER.” He waved his hand at him. “At least stake the place out. So we know which places are easier to cross while seeking. And how much we roughly have to look over.” “Fiiiiiiine.” Clearly not pleased, but accepting of his role, Dave walked past him- Just to abruptly and grab Old Sport by the mask, pulling him close into a pretend-kiss, which was somehow even more flustering than an actual kiss. “DAVE!” “C’mon, somehow I gotta motivate myself, right?” Happy as can be, he nuzzled his snout against Old Sport’s, before letting go and skipping away. “Be back soon! Don’t cut any cake without me!” When he was gone, Old Sport slowly sighed. “He… won’t hurt anyone.” The suit echoed. ‘He won’t. As long as you won’t.’ Old Sport winced at the familiar voice- it was soft, caring, and so, so sad. “Fredbear-“ ‘The birthday, Old Sport. Birthday first.’ Nodding to himself, defeated, he pulled out the tools from within the car. Candles, banners, lights, plates and hats, a music player… … they were prepared to create a party out of nothing, out of a charred place of dirt, if they had to. Thankfully the walls were at least still mostly preserved. Ashes to ashes. Places like this reminded him of… “… I never apologized, Fredbear.” ‘That is true.’ “They were gone. I knew what Mike did, I just- couldn’t- I couldn’t face the Toys anymore. I didn’t even know their names. Mike knew their names, right?” ‘He did.’ “I can’t ask Mike. I can’t ask him for the names.” The words stumbled out of him. Fredbear tended to join him every time that they were setting up, not in his true form right away, but as a presence within the suit Old Sport had to wear. It was reassuring in some regard- But at the same time, the memories he brought Old Sport were suffocating. ‘You could.’ Old Sport wanted to scream, his busy hands still setting up, regardless of the conversation. “Yes. Yes I could. And I could kill Dave. And I could jump from a high building to try out to fly. And I could adopt twenty cats. And I could hijack a train. And I could- what is there I couldn’t do!? But I don’t want to, because I’m not dumb, I KNOW it’s wrong, I know it’s terrible, I know-“ Shortly he paused to take a breath. “There’s so much I could be, and nothing that I am, but I WANT to be something now. So I can’t.” For a moment it was silent, Fredbear not saying the many things he could have. Yet somehow, it felt as though he could still hear them. Spiteful whispers, stuck in the suit, banished from this place, but remaining as echoes. Nothing ever truly disappeared. He had stained the suit, and the suit had been stained by the one wearing it before him. Blood remained with any object, no matter how well you cleansed it. “… I need to apologize to them.” ‘So you can forget?’ His mind knew that Fredbear would never say something like this with spite, but it still cut him deep. “… so I can… know I did something right.” ‘We never can right our wrongs.’ “Since when did you become so cynical!?” ‘It is not cynical. There just are wrongs we cannot turn back the time on. Well- perhaps the dog could have, he never wanted to however. I have blood on my paws from making you, trusting a creature that never was a human… and I have damned a man to hell. And not even when I should have, only when it was too late.’ Finally, this managed to shut Old Sport up for good. Don’t look so hurt, other people have problems too. Except he didn’t have any problems. No, he was fine. It didn’t keep him awake at night. It didn’t bother him. Just the knowledge that there was something on his checklist to reach a goal he set himself, something that he would never be able to cross off, it irked him. Petty. A hint of sadness took ahold of him. “… how old are you, Fredbear? Or- were you, when you-“ ‘I lived many lives, those that joined me. Many more than I wanted to count. I feel so old, I cannot remember. And everyone I carry with me is so different too.’ “Alright then.” They were busy enough anyhow, trying to make the place look like new, like a place to feel happy at, to play and not to think about anything- Making it up. Celebrating the birthday they never had. Making a lie into a truth, a lure into a genuine gesture. Follow me. Old Sport did it once- now he played the part of Henry in the freeing missions. It was important to follow the old pattern, to overwrite it. Who would be doing the luring? Who would be cutting the cake? What games would they play? Fredbear kept quiet about it until they knew exactly where to go and all other preparations had been done. One thing at a time, he always said. “Fredbear?” Old Sport quietly asked. ‘Yes?’ “… can I- can I apologize to you? In their place I mean. Apologize to you like I would to them- just so- I have it out. And if you think it’s any good, then maybe you can tell them what I said.” ‘… it’s alright. We can do that.’ Understanding warmth- yet it didn’t feel like it was meant for him. He couldn’t accept it. At least this was something he was looking forward to- now he only had to figure out the right words to say. Lost in thought, he didn’t even realize how fast the time passed, until- “OLD SPORT!” Yelping the Orange Guy jumped, thankfully not triggering any springlocks. “DAVE! God- don’t- DO that!” Sheepishly the Purple Guy in the bunny suit tilted his head. “Sorry! Sorry Sportsy, really am, but I have- good news and bad news.” “Bad news?” “Ain’t nothing ya can do here.” Instantly turning more serious, Dave shook his head. “These are mine and mine alone. I guess I was really… passionate about the whole shutting down Freddy’s stuff. I lured them on my own. You can’t even be nearby.” His voice was so different. So much smoother, more clinical. It was nice and yet it wasn’t. Old Sport nodded. “… good news?” Perking up, back to his usual self, he pointed into the woods. “I know where they are! And I know how to lure ‘em, seein’ as they fuckin’ hate each other!” “… so two lost souls hate each other and you see that as a win?” “Yeah! It’ll be great! I can tell ‘em to meet here to fight and then- oh.” He scratched his fake ear. “… actually, now that ya say it, it might be a bit more of a hassle.” His expression turned pleading. “Spoooortsyyyyyy…? Ya always have such good ideas, so…?” “Depends on why they hate each other. Why are they fighting?” The pressure was on! “Uhm. How about you do actually send them here to fight, for one last time. Tell them that you’ll solve the fight once and for all. I think it will be the truth.” “Great!” “But Dave- remember- they might be fighting about who is at fault for their death. You… sure you want to get between that?” “Eh. It’s fine. If they’re upset about that, then it’ll be even easier to get them to calm down. Ain’t nobody’s fault they died but mine!” A hint of envy stung through Old Sport’s chest. “… you… really don’t mind, do you?” “Nah. It’s fine.” Curiously Dave looked at him. “They’ll give me a good beatin’, then they’ll be on their merry way. I dealt with worse pain before!” “That’s… not what I meant.” He said to much, and turning away didn’t help- Within a second, Dave’s hands were on him, as he pulled his orange lover closer, petting over the back of his head, a gesture he could feel even through the layer of metal and fur. “… did Fredbear bully you again? You should take the suit off.” “He never bullied me.” “He’s telling you stuff that upsets you! Over and over again!” Upset Dave scoffed. “Sounds like mistreatment to me! I’m telling you, if he gets too much, we’ll just get rid of him. We’ll figure the saving souls stuff out ourselves!” “I KNOW you would get rid of him.” That was exactly why he didn’t talk about it. “See? You know you can count on me!” For a moment Old Sport remained tense- then he slowly melted into the hug, trying to relax. “… I’m- Fredbear really didn’t do anything. I’m taking the suit off in a bit, when I’m sure he has nothing more to say- but it’s not the problem anyways.” He sighed, to himself. “You shrug it off so easily. I want to do it too. Or- I would want to, if I weren’t-“ It was hard to put it into words with Dave, who never really saw the world how he did. Once more he attempted. “If I’d do the thing I’d do, I would become worse for it. Worse and worse. I would do more bad things. So I’m- worried about messing up. I worry that if I start shrugging it off, I’ll never care in the first place.” It was obvious Dave frowned, even with the mask. “… I- don’t get it. Gotta be honest with you, Sportsy. Why do you think if you don’t make yourself feel a certain way, you’ll feel the exact opposite way? You’re yourself and do what you think feels right. Why would one bad thing lead to another? Unless you wanted to do all these bad things anyways? You don’t have to pretend with me.” “I… guess. But we made a deal. We’re freeing them. What happens after that…” Stumbling over his words Old Sport tried to gather himself. “I want to be someone. Someone better than who I am.” “… but if you want to be someone you deem good, it means you by yourself think that person is good. You, for yourself, have decided you like these traits. So if you want to be someone, then only because you can recognize what’s in them from something that’s within you.” “Dave, you’re scaring me when you’re this serious.” The big, moon-like eyes inside of the suit slimmed down to match a cheeky grin. “Ya can say that Old Sport, and I can dumb myself down for ya! Stop worryin’, dunce, leave all of that to me. I’ll be able to reel ya in if ya ever go off the rails!” Raising an eyebrow, the Orange Guy looked at him. “… you kill people for fun and profit.” “Yeah, but that ain’t a BIG deal, right? I can let ya stay home while I do it.” Playfully Dave responded, before turning away. “You need to have some more faith in me Old Sport… and for now, nothin’ of this matters! Let’s free some souls! Or rather, let ME free some souls, while ya have a nice evening. Watch some stars! Is everything ready for the party?” “All is set up!” “Fantastic, that’s why I love ya, Old Sport!” Instantly flustered, the Old Sport made a movement at him. “Quit saying that at EVERY opportunity!” “What?! Why?! I just say it when it’s true! Like when you laugh, when you make breakfast, when you burn breakfast, when you talk to me on the road, when you-“ “DAVE. EYES ON THE PRICE.” “You’re the only price I-“ “D A V E.” “Fine, fine, be the killjoy. That’s why I lov-“ “GET GOING. THE NIGHT ISN’T FOREVER.” “Sure, sure!” Waving at him and still laughing, Dave made his way down the hill, leaving the bear-suited guy inside of the ruin that was covered in glitter and lights. He had taken off the suit. Stargazing for now. Music came from the ruins of the old Freddy’s, music and light, glimpses of another world. It radiated outside in waves, catching up even the place where he and Fredbear sat. Soon enough he would change his form, leaving to join the two spirits. At least so far there wasn’t any screaming or crying, or fighting- it means whatever Dave had said to them or done with them worked out. Old Sport wished he could have joined them. Maybe he wouldn’t be caught up in all these thoughts still. “… Fredbear? Do you think what Dave said was right?” It was silent for a moment. Then the bear suit shifted a little, seeming more energized in presence of the party. ‘… no. But he is not entirely wrong either. Being good does not come naturally… and neither does being bad.’ Once more, quiet. The stars seemed a little bit closer than usually. “Fredbear. I want… I think I can say my apology now.” Wind breezed through the trees around them, sounding like whisper. Maybe mocking him? But all of a sudden, he felt a deep calm. Maybe mocking. Maybe expecting. No matter what, he would say what he needed to. ‘Go ahead.’ There was no soul to reach into, but his heart was still beating, still working, still doing its jobs. The heart could be wrong and harmful and petty. Perhaps even evil. It was better than nothing however, it was the one thing he had in contrast to Henry. “I… wanted to apologize.” He started. His voice quiet. “… and it won’t be a good apology, because what I want to apologize for isn’t something that… you CAN apologize for. I’ve been trying to find the right words for a while now, but there aren’t any. At least though, I can offer you a why. Why I did what I did. Something so wrong and cruel. I… did it, because it didn’t feel real. And that is abhorrent, I know exactly why, because now it is real, what I did was real, IS real, what I did to five real kids, who had their own lives, that I just TOOK away. It’s not fair, I shouldn’t have been able to do that. It’s insane to think that I could have done so, that the universe let me do it. God, I wish I could do something to make it up for you. That I somehow could replace everything I took. Yet, I can’t. I can’t even ask you what I could offer you. I’d let you borrow my body, wear me like a skinsuit, I’d bring you things that remind you of better times, more peaceful times, something that makes all the hurt go away for a few moments. This apology is one of the few things I can do for you, something I wanted to do for you for a while. I wanted to be there for the party. But I know I shouldn’t have, so I didn’t. … carried around these words and feelings with me for a while. I hope that wherever you are- knowing that I’m paying for what I did, every day a little. There’s justice in this world, even if it looks weird and doesn’t come around right away.” For a moment he paused, staring at the shining stars, that didn’t seem to care. “… I wish… I wish you all have forgotten me already. That would be right. Yes, I hope wherever you are, you don’t even remember the day. I hope you’re having fun and that you are free, that everything is just right, that I’m a nobody now and will stay that way forever- that you only remember those who were kind to you and made your life better. I hope you’re happy and I’m inconsequential. And I will keep paying and giving my best. So that you leave in your wake only good things.” His head hurt. This hasn’t been a good apology- but it was all out there now. He said what felt right to say. He said the things that he wished that they knew, deep down, even if he wasn’t the one saying it to them. Next to him, the real Fredbear stood up, shaking his golden fur, before putting one of his paws onto Old Sport’s shoulder. “THE PARTY NEEDS ME NOW. I WILL GET GOING.” “… yeah. Thank you Fredbear. Bring the kids somewhere nice, will you?” “I WILL.” With that the bear trotted off- Leaving Old Sport to gaze at the stars. At some point, someone sat down beside him. Then someone else. Then another one joined in. And a last. They didn’t forgive him. This was not something you could forgive. But they sat with him until the dawn broke, sun touching the grass, coloring it orange.

Private starter for @the-plushie-friendships

*walking around the building was Toy Chica, tonight was her and Toy Bonnie's watch of the restaurant and Chica was beginning to check in the different bathrooms for any kid that might have tried to sneak away from their parents to stay with the animatronics*

*Keith, Pico, Cherry, Nene, and Cassandra walk into the pizzeria looking for food and a fun time as they see Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy on their stages and they also see the toys on their stage as Nene walks over to Toy Chica*

"She's so pretty!"

*the animatronics kept preforming their scheduled performances, even toy chica who would have loved to complement Nene*

(All characters are written how they speak.)

Animatronics

Freddy

Chica

Bonnie

Foxy

Toy Freddy

Toy Chica

Toy Bonnie

Mangle

The puppet (Charlie and 4 other spirits)

Funtime foxy

Funtime Freddy

Bon-bon

Circus baby

Ballora

Fredbear

Glamrock Freddy

Glamrock Chica

Roxanne Wolf

Sun

Moon

Solar eclipse (fan eclipse, not ruin eclipse)

Creation

(The nightmare animatronics are here and they speak like their normal counterpart but in zalgo)

Humans

Scott Cawthon

Springtrap

Gregory

Miscellaneous characters

Vanny

Missing children's souls

Glitchtrap

Golden Freddy

Cassidy

Fnaf OCs

Jeremy Miller (son of a missing person named David Miller that William took the name of when he needed a disguise name to get a job back at Freddy’s)

Terrance the security bot

Night strides through the door, discreetly switching on her mic.

"Well-, I'm in, guys", she mutters, and the visual recording device in her retinas activates, turning her eye into a functional camera that transmitted info back to the Foundation.

*it was after hours at the Pizzaria and most of the animatronics for down on the lower floors, but vanny, roxanne wolf, toy chica, and moon were keeping watch of the main floor with moon floating up above everyone with the hook that attaches to a loop on his back*