BLANK SPACE - yae miko

❝ but you’ll come back each time you leave, cause darling i’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream. ❞

summary: being the famous lady guuji comes with rumors that tarnish your reputation but yet, you aren’t deterred by them at all

warnings: reader is gn, none tbh

notes: hihi this is the entry for the second day of the 1989 event! i hope you’ve been enjoying this as much as i have

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“nice to see you, how have you been darling?” a voice cooed from behind you, turning from the shrine altar to see none other than the lady guuji behind you with a foxy grin on her face.

you’d heard warnings of the famed shrine miko, the long list of broken hearts she left in her wake, the way, that she was a nightmare dressed like a daydream. but of course…you heard all that from gossip, gossip could be unreliable at times.

you bowed your head in respect in her direction, trying to calm your racing heart. “lady yae! i’ve actually been doing well. i’m so sorry for not visiting sooner, i-“

the kitsune pouted, tutting at you as if she was scolding a little child. “you were busy? i’ve been busy too, won’t you ask me why?”

you’ve fallen into a trap! searching her eyes for any hint of a scheme brewing behind her violet irises, but all you got in return was that famous smile of hers. she was like a rose garden that you stumbled into, mesmerised by its beauty but in reality, it was filled with thorns.

“o-oh and why were you busy?” you gulp nervously, not quite sure what her response would be and wether you’d like it or not.

“i’ve been writing a novel darling, would you like to hear about it?” she smirked at the way you fidgeted, as if she wanted this reaction from you. shoot, you were digging yourself deeper into this grave. you might as well call wangsheng parlor to pick out a coffin and a tombstone.

‘hear lies name. a fool in love who fell victim to the foxy lady guuji of inazuma.’

yae beckoned you to sit next to her on the steps leading up to the sacred sakura, conveniently pulling out a red notebook and flipping through its pages with her delicate, manicured fingers. you peered at it curiously, trying to get a glimpse of its contents but all you could see were words blurring before you like a hurricane.

could kitsunes read fast or were you just a slow reader?!

“it’s about this kitsune shrine maiden. beautiful and amazing at every she does naturally. but only this time she woos this character. odd, their name sounds exactly like yours…” she murmured, putting on an innocent smile. you feel your face heating up at her words, almost as if she was nudging you to say something.

“you seem flushed darling, should i read a passage for you?” she blinked at you, turning a page. before you could even finish, she cleared her throat.

“boys only want love if it’s torture, don’t say i didn’t warn you. so, do you think the high is worth the pain? you do know that i love the players and you love the game.” she quoted, her cherry lips puckering slightly at the word ‘love’. she turned to you expectantly, tilting her head with a grin, the crystal clear sky behind her like a scene from the novel she just depicted.

you nod quickly, feeling yourself fall into her electrifying purple eyes like lightning. “i like it, a lot.”

“of course it’s great, i did get inspiration from my favourite mortal after all.” she sighed, flipping to the front of the notebook. yae tapped your nose to your mortification, giggling slightly as she waved her finger at you.

you knew that having a relationship with the kitsune maiden was a risky one, it would either leave you breathless or with a nasty scar. it would either go up in flames or be a forever affair. watching her hum to herself, she tapped at the empty dedication page, her pink nail tapping on the hilt of the book.

“would you look at that. it seems that my dedication page is empty.” she gasped in what you suspected to be mock shock, you knew she planned this right from the start.

“it seems i have a blank space baby, and i’ll write your name. a dedication to my favourite human. what do you say?” she gave you a smug smile, her purple eyes narrowing with mischief, leaning closer to you as you felt her hot breath on your cheek and the way she tilted your face up to meet hers.

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New Parts- The Wedding pt1

This is the sequel to New Parts. It does have smut but it also has a lot of fluff. It does get a little weird with magic but nothing out of the ordinary for FNAF. To reiterate this has smut. Also this first part has drinking. Stay safe.

You sat with Chica and Roxy in Chica's green room. The three of you were planning a bachelorett party. Monty had offered to strip for you but you declined. Strippers were not something you wanted for your party. You threatened to jump out a window and run away.

The plan was to sneak in some very not company approved movies and watch them in the theater. The boys were going to go Bowling and talk about cats. At least that's the message you got from Sun. You doubt they are going to talk about cats.

In the time you took to plan the wedding Bonnie had been repaired. Foxy was in the works but he wasn't done yet. Tomorrow Sun and Moon would go with the boys and you the girls and Bonnie. He wanted to spend time with you feeling bad for what he did to you.

It took time and bringing your therapist to to do some sessions with both you and Bonnie together. Things are better. The nightmares happen less. You still get phantom pain but you were told that might never go away.

Sun and Moon had used the same paint used on them to paint your leg. It has stars, flowers, Suns, Moons, their names, and little pictures of them. It was beautiful. It would be covered up for the wedding. You didn't want your leg to be the center of attention.

Sun was not happy to be away from you. He was better about it since the accident almost a year ago but it still made him a little nervous. You had to promise six ways to seven that you would call if anything happened. He peppered your face with kisses.

Moon pulled you to him and dipped you. Kissing you breathless and wanting. You couldn't help the desire pooling in your belly. He let you go watching you carefully. Your thighs squeezed together. He gave you a smug smirk. You pursed your lips. Game on bitch.

Bonnie led you and Chica to the theater while Roxy got you a large amount of sushi. The movies were set up and ready to go when Roxy returned. You had purchased a portable projector and bluray player. The first movie on the list was '50 First Dates'. A bottle of your favorite liqueur sat next to you along with mixer.

Chica smiled while you ate "Are you excited about the wedding? I'm so happy for you! Thanks for having it here by the way."

You lean on her for a moment and swallow your bite "Hey! I could never get married without all of you! The company would not let me take you out of here. I tried." You take a sip of your beverage "I'm nervous about getting married. I know how I am and I WILL cry like a big baby."

Bonnie laughs "No eye makeup then?"

You nod "Yep. No makeup at all."

Roxy grins "You are going to look so rad. If anyone makes fun of you for crying I'll take care of them!"

You reach over and pat her knee "You are too good to me."

Roxy scoffs "Says the one who does basically all repairs around this shithole!"

"So, are you worried about Sun and Moon outliving you?" Bonnie asks.

Chica slaps his arm "Bonnie! Don't ask things like that!"

You slowly turn to him "Actually.... We had discussed that..." You shift nervously "Moon want's to put my mind in a robot body. I'm not sure how to feel about that. Sun said when I die he want's to permanently shut down so he won't have to spend a day without me in his life."

Roxy looks you up and down "You would make a kick ass animatronic."

Bonnie swoons "How romantic! Permanent shutdown on your death! What a keeper!"

You take a bite of food followed a large swig from the liquor bottle and a swig of water "I need more drink in me for this. I'm not sure which option to pick. I talked to my saint of a therapist. We are working through it. I am kinda considering" You mumble something.

Roxy leans forward "Considering..." In a 'go on' manner.

You take another large swig "Becomingananimatronic!"

Chica gasps "OMG! Really!?"

You hide in your shirt "I don't want Sun and Moon to die so soon! It's not fair to them!"

A blush begins to bloom on your face. The next movie starts. It's 'Gone With the Wind'.

Roxy stretches "Do you have any idea what you want to look like? Also what about the company?"

You shrug "Moon said he was working on a body. I don't know how he plans to get my mind into the new body." Another swig followed by water.

Bonnie rubs the back of his head "I actually know how."

You recoil "Really?! Tell me."

Bonnie looks away from you "Well you know all that crap with Afton? The plex burning down?"

You nod leaning forwards while you finish eating.

Bonnie lowers his voice "A book was found in the rubble. It was unburned despite all the ashes around it."

You lean back "The fuck?"

Roxy eyes him up and down "What was in the book?"

Bonnie glances around "One page is in the book. The rest are missing. Torn out. It says it's a spell to transfer one's consciousness into another body."

You cross your arms "I don't believe you."

Bonnie gives you a smug look "Ask Moon then."

You lift your arm and begin to type on your watch. Another swig of liquor and water. Your watch pings you look down at it. The message reads 'yes'.

Well that answers that "Wow. It's true."

Chica leans back on her elbows "Are ya going to do it? Now that you know his plan?"

The fuzz of tipsy has you wrapped up "Actually... If we can test it then yes."

Bonnie giggles "We swapped a bee with a frog already. Also a mouse and a fly."

Roxy raises a brow "Where did you get a frog and a bee?"

Bonnie wiggles his fingers "Magic!"

The next movie begins. It's one Bonnie wanted to see. 'Magic Mike'. It's no surprise the movie gets you hot and bothered. Liquid courage doesn't help the situation. You pull your watch out and send Sun a message 'Hey hot stuff! I wana suck your dickb. Swallow tha ting whole. tasty tasty.'

Bonnie giggles looking over your shoulder "Oh this is going to be fun!"

Roxy perks up "What is?"

Bonnie points to your watch "Our little drunk-"

You sit up "Not drunk! Tipsy. Spelling is hard on this thing. The letters are so tiny!"

Bonnie holds his hands up "Ok! Tipsy. Anyway TIPSY messaging Sun dirty stuff."

Chica giggles "Sexy messages to Sun? Do you think he can tak-" PING!

You all look down at your watch. Sun sent a massage back 'Hey mamacita I got what you need. One large serving of Sunny's D'

You make a face "That was not Sun."

Roxy laughs "That sounds like Monty."

Chica pats your arm "Try sending something else."

You nod taking a swig of water and a smaller sip of booze and type 'Can I put your balls in my jaw? Balls in my jaw? Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I?'

You all giggle as you wait for Sun to respond. PING! A message back 'They are fat and heavy for you baby' You squeal and cover your face.

Bonnie takes your arm and reads the message "Whoever is helping him write these is good. Send something to Moon!"

You nod and type out 'I want to eay your ass out like a fat kid with a puddi cup and no spoom.'

Roxy roars out "Damn! Kinky bitch!"

Ping! It's Moon 'How can you eat my ass out with Sun's balls in your mouth.' Ping! 'Unless you want my tongue in YOUR ass. That can be arranged.'

You squeal with your arm out in front of you again.

Chica reads Moon's message out loud "Oh! Wow. What a flirt."

You nod and your watch pings again. It's Sun 'Your butt better be in the tower in the next twenty minutes. DON'T make us look for you.'

Bonnie helps you up "Go get your men! We'll clean this up."

He pats your butt to get you moving, You scurry off to the tower.

nightmare freddy : you can't adopt a kid while your a kid yourself

glamrock freddy : yes i can

gregory : wait what -?

The Monster Under the Bed

Nightmarionne has been plaguing Chris for years since the Bite of 83. Tonight however, Chris finds a fact that helps him calm down and grow less scared of the animatronics that haunt him.

This fanfic was suggested by an anonymous user. I know you had to wait a bit till it came out, and I apologize for that. But I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

Nightmarionne often appeared in the middle of the night. He would show up there, in the kid’s room, ready to pounce and scare the crying child till he soils his pants. The puppet was very terrifyingly thin, with his ribcage showing itself on the outside of its body. And its tentacles were the scariest part of all. The slithery, evil tentacles that readied themselves for capturing and dragging you under the bed where it lay, waiting patiently for its next victim.

The crying child (We’ll just call him...chris) Was waiting nervously for the scary monsters to start walking around like they usually did at night. It was the scariest part of his night because he never got sleep for fear that he would wake up in the pitch black darkness of the animatronic’s mouth.

He walked up to the door, and checked the door; Nothing.

He walked back to the the middle and walked to the other door: Nothing.

He walked to the middle and walked up to the closet: FOXY!

He closed the door, and waited...He waited some more. Then, he opened it to reveal...just a foxy plush.

He walked over to the middle and checked the middle. The mini bears and the tentacles were starting to really pile up. He scared them away with the flashlight and turned back to the middle.

He started to hear noises on the left side, so he ran to the left door and closed it. Listening...He listened very carefully for noise.

He opened the door again, and flashed the flashlight down the hall. Nothing.

He walked back to the middle and took his time heading to the right side, just to check. He opened the door, and had it ready to close in case the sounds of the animatronic got very close. He checked, flashed the flashlight down the hall and found: Nothing.

He walked back to the middle and checked the bed behind him.

WAH! A TENTACLE! RIGHT IN HIS FACE!

Out of pure panic, Chris punched the tentacle. And to his surprise, his knuckles would feel the tentacle as he punched it!

The punch practically scared the creepy puppet away, and the tentacles came reeling back under the bed at a rapid speed.

As he thought of more ways to handle the tentacles, a sound quickly began to fill his ears. It sounded like kitchen sounds. Was Mom in the kitchen? And why at 2:00 in the night?

He walked his way around his room, keeping himself and the monsters at bay, and waiting for the might to go by. It was scary trying to do this every night because he often feared that one slip up could cost him his life. He felt like he couldn’t mess this up or miss anything.

“The n-nightmare is j-just beginning.” He heard from behind the bed.

Growing a little more confident in his bearings, Chris crawled onto his bed and waited for a tentacle to come up.

It took a few minutes but a tentacle did show up rather close. He waited for the tentacle to get close enough...then he touched it. He touched the tentacle...with only a finger.

Immediately, the tentacle recoiled itself back under the bed. Even the act of touching it seemed to make it recoil in fear. Perhaps it hated being touched?

Or perhaps...it was ticklish…

Chris immediately threw that thought away. Animatronics don’t feel! Well, not now. But could figments of his imagination feel touch?

He started to test it out. He waited for the tentacles to get closer and closer to him, and he started skittering his fingers on them. It wouldn’t last long, due to the tentacles recoiling after every second of tickling, but it did seem to work.

“S-Stop that!” The creepy animatronic ordered.

“Are you ticklish?” Chris asked.

“N-No.” Nightmarionne told him.

“You hesitated.” He told him.

“I did n-not.” nightmarionne told him.

“Prove you’re not ticklish! I’m not scared.” He declared.

Suddenly, 3 tentacles reached up and tried to grab at Chris. But Chris smiled and started tickling them with scratches and skittery fingers.

The tentacles recoiled, and more tentacles started to appear! Again, Chris kept on tickling them to get them to recoil.

Slowly, laughter started to fill the room.

“Hehehehe...H-hahahaha!...s-stohohop thahat!” Nightmarionne ordered.

WIth the puppet now laughing, Chris was no longer scared of Nightmarionne. And even Chris had to admit: This was a big improvement compared to before.

Even though Nightmarionne could predict what would happen, he still brought the tentacles up to Chris in any type of attempt to get him. In fact, he was bringing them to Chris faster and faster!

Each tentacle tickle sparked new laughter.

“Hahahaha!”

“Yohohohou!”

“H-Hahahands off!”

“Ihihi’ll gehet you!”

Yeah...With how Chris was taking it, Nightmarionne was barely scary anymore.

“I’m not scared anymore! You’re very ticklish.” He told him, giggling.

“Hohohow dahare yohohou!” The next tentacle that came to Chris, was prepared to hit him good. But Chris caught the tentacle in one hand, and tickled it with the other. “Kitchy kitchy koo!”

“BAHAhahahaha! LEHEHET GOHOHOHO!” Nightmarionne ordered. “THIHIHIS IHIHIS RIDICULOHOHOUS!”

“No! I might stop if the squid feet stop coming up,” Chris offered referring to the tentacles, as squid feet.

“NEHEHEVER!” He shouted.

“Then tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!” Chris teased as he tickled the tentacle he held onto.

When another tentacle came up to him, CHris dropped the first tentacle and grabbed the second one.

“Gotcha! And coochy coochy coochy coo!” He teased.

“STAHAHAP! LET ME GOHOHOHO!” The tentacled animatronic shouted.

“Why? You didn’t stop.” Chris told him.

“IHI OHOHORDER YOU TO STOHOHOP!”

“But I don’t wanna.” Chris whined.

The moment another tentacle went up to stop Chris, the child turned around and grabbed it too! “There! Now I have 2 squid feet to tickle!” He declared as he started scratching.

“NOHOHOHOHO! BAHAHAHAHAHA!” He laughed heavily.

“TIckle tickle tickle! Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!” He teased.

Nightmarionne was growing more and more angry the longer he was tickled. He really wanted to completely destroy him, but it was near impossible to get him. It would probably be better to give up and get him another day, but Nightmarionne’s pride refused to let him give the child mercy. So, he tried sending out 5 separate tentacles at him.

But the kid smiled and grabbed all 5 tentacles in one big swoop and started tickling all 5 of them as much as he could.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” He laughed.

“Gotcha Nighty!” He declared.

“LEHEHEHEHET GOHOHOHOHO!” He ordered.

“Naaaah, I like tickling you! You’re fun!”

“FIHIHIHIHINE! IHIHIHI’LL LET YOU GO! JUHUHUHUST STAHAHAHAHAP!” The puppet begged.

“Okay!” Chris stopped tickling them and watched as the tentacles recoiled into its rightful spot: Under his bed.

Chris smiled to himself out of pride. He felt proud of himself for conquering an aspect of his nightmares. Now he can handle the rest of the nightmarish animatronics with no problem!

Chris walked up to the door on the left and smiled as he saw Freddy. “Hi!”

Freddy pounced on the kid, and roared in his face. Quickly, tons of the fear the kid had beforehand, started to come back all over again. He tried tickling the animatronic, but he didn’t react.

Uh oh...Freddy isn't’ ticklish!

[BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!]

Chris opened his eyes and gasped as he heard the alarm clock blare in his room. Groaning, the kid clicked the alarm clock button on the top and let out a breath of relief.

It was all just a nightmare…

A silly nightmare at that.

I have a story idea! 10 different times that Lefty prank his enemies, instead of fighting them & did the pranks with or without help from his allies

“How cold?”

“Minus 20 degrees.”

“Ooh that's freezing...”

“Use it well...” Frostbear answered.

Lefty grabbed the bucket full of icy cold water, feeling the chill though the metal bucket, “I'm going to enjoy this...”

“So who got the water?” Frostbear asked him.

Lefty answered a smile: “Eleanor.”

Frostbear also smiled, “Excellent.”

Funtime Freddy frowned on the note on the door, “No Stupid People beyond this point...”

“That means you!!” Funtime Freddy looked up, seeing Devon at the window upstairs, “Loser!”

“Well I can open the door anyway!”

“Actually you stood on glue, so no.”

Funtime Freddy looked down, then started screaming curse words.

Lefty looked out next to Devon, “The note was a great idea, forcing him to come and read it, this getting stuck in the glue.”

“Hi I’m Kelsey!”

Eleanor frowned, “Go away kid, I’m busy.”

Kelsey knew she played into his hands, “Well you're an ugly bitch anyway.”

The response was instant, Lefty watched Eleanor chase Kelsey down the road, Kelsey then ran back, going up to the house, and climbing in the window which he closed.

Eleanor went to the front door, as planned, she activated the doormat weight and the eggs from the basket fell on top of her.

Listening to her scream, Lefty gave Kelsey twenty bucks for helping to bait her.

Lefty watched Foxy put his hand under the door, like he was looking for something to grab, he was unaware Pete was on the other side of back room, with Helpy cuddling him.

Lefty liked how this room was full of mouse traps.

He waited for the right moment and slid one, watching Foxy immediately activate it by touching it, the wire snapped on his hands, Lefty, Pete and Helpy covered their ears as he screamed loudly.

“Thanks for helping Ella,” Lefty smiled at the doll, who wordlessly nodded at him, then skated down the path to the gate, using the match, she lit the fuses of three fireworks, then she skated back to Lefty, who brought her inside.

Lefty, Ella and Oscar watched as Nightmare showed up on cue, then Lefty said, “Happy New Year!”

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Nightmare immediately hit the pavement as the fireworks shot up, he then ran off in a blind panic, obviously not use to fireworks.

“Good job! Thank you Ella,” Lefty thanked her again, “And better yet. I filmed it.”

“Now can we go to the back garden and light the rest?” Oscar asked.

“Of course!”

Funtime Freddy rattled the doorknob, knowing no one was awake at three am, he screamed when he heard Fetch barking and the door rattling, he fell backwards then ran off.

Lefty opened the door, holding the phone recording of Fetch barking.

“Oh that was priceless, can’t believe he's actually scared of Fetch!!” He laughed.

He knew how to sneak in, he wasn’t counting on Ralpho being there. Ralpho silently watched for a few minutes as Funtime Freddy tried to sneak in the early evening though the back door.

He also didn’t know Hazel loved painting.

He dropped a small amount, then when Funtime Freddy looked up, thinking it was raining, Ralpho dropped the whole paint bucket full of a disgusting brownish, greenish shade Ralpho mixed up onto his face.

“Yes! Perfect!” He cackled.

He knew Lefty would ask him to clean it up but it was worth causing a small amount of chaos.

When the Ringmaster came to cause problems, he saw a small little green rabbit chomping at the door, when he was aware someone was watching him, he turned to him, his mouth bloody, he smiled, “My next meal... I just ate fox but you're my favourite meat...”

The Ringmaster looked around nervously, “No thanks...” He backed away disappearing into the fog.

The door opened, Lefty looked down at Plushtrap, “You want to wash out your mouth now?”

Plushtrap shook his head, “Nah, I'll go around and scare people.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t have let you make the fake blood... you've made the kitchen look like a murder scene happen there.”

“For all you know, maybe someone did die.”

“Please don’t say that.”

“What are you suppose to be?? The Grim Reaper??” Funtime Freddy asked the person at the door of the house. He thought Halloween was the perfect time to be here but it appeared Lefty had set up a prop Grim Reaper at the door.

The person tore the hood off, “It's me!!” Nightmarionne greeted.

Funtime Freddy immediately backed away, “I don’t want any trouble Nightmarionne...”

“Hey my scythe is real....”

Funtime Freddy froze, Nightmarionne got a really evil smile on his face, Funtime Freddy ran and Nightmarionne followed swinging his scythe and loudly singing, “COUNT THE WAYS, ONE BY ONE!!”

Lefty looked out the window, “He didn’t need to chase him down the street... but oh well...”

Bob Mackenzie was taking out the trash, he looked next door and saw Lefty was dragging the trash can behind him, Lefty smiled at him, “I’m taking out the trash!”

Bob heard something scream.

“Is that a?”

“Eleanor, like I said. I’m taking out the trash, she thought she could trick me into giving her Gregory by pretending to be Vanessa. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.”

Secret Tunnels & Surprise Visits

Mike hadn’t had a week off in nearly two years, and he wasn’t quite sure what to do with it.

He’d slept as late as he could, but that had only taken him to 1pm, and most of his siblings had extra curricular activities that would keep them out until at least 6pm. His mother was working until at least then, when she picked up the kids, and Sasha’s curfew wasn’t until 11pm (and boy, did she wring it for every minute she could get). He’d tried cleaning up around the house, but that had only taken up part of his Thursday, and as much as his mother had appreciated his hard work, it hadn’t been enough to satisfy the itch in his idle hands.

The pizzeria was being renovated that weekend, and was closed from Thursday to the following Wednesday, so Mike had a good full six or seven days all to himself. Already out of things to do around the house after day one, he’d decided to tackle the one task he (and everyone else in the house) had been putting off for years.

Organizing the basement.

“You have a lot of stuff down here.” Puppet commented as he climbed up on top of an old gear locker shoved against the stairs. A pair of old workout gloves and a rolled up mat were still stuffed in it, along with a set of resistance bands. Mike made a point not to look at it. “Like, a LOT a lot.” The slender animatronic that had taken up residence under his bed poked at the curling edge of an old sticker on the side of the locker. “Don’t you guys throw anything out?”

“Does it look like it?” Mike asked rhetorically as he surveyed the mess. Where was the best place to start? Christmas ‘91? His old college stuff? That box of yearbooks that stretched all the way back to Tara’s freshman year of high school? “That’s what we’re down here to do today - pare down all this junk and get rid of the stuff we really don’t need.”

“That’s easier said than done…” Puppet eyed the mess from his perch up on the locker before jumping down, and curiously opening the nearest box. “You’ve got more stuff down here than the old location had in storage….oh!” The little animatronic leaned over the edge of the large box - almost falling in - before scrambling back out with a little box clutched in his striped fingers, and a wide smile on his mask.

“Hey! I remember these!!” He popped open the lid and ran a cloth fingertip over the enamel pins on the board inside while Mike picked another box in a stack across the room, and started to dig through it. “These are the commemorative pins from 1987! They had me give these to employees as a gift at a big party!” Puppet tilted his head curiously. “How’d they get down here?”

“The night shift isn’t the first time I’ve worked for Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, you know.” Mike made a face at the musty books inside the box he’d chosen, and closed it back up. His mother still might want to donate these to the library - best to just set these aside, for now. “I spent a few months making pizzas for the other location across town before I went to college. I was out sick when that party happened, but management gave me those pins the next day.”

“You mean...we could’ve met sooner?” Puppet looked down at the old pins - at the cutesy, cartoony faces of Freddy, Chica, Bonnie, Foxy, and the pizzeria’s logo - and some of his smile faded. Mike looked up from the box of old clothes he was sorting through at the heavy silence, and frowned.

“Don’t...don’t think too much about it, Puppet.” He advised, folding an old shirt that had stopped fitting a decade ago and setting it aside. “You wouldn’t have liked me when I was eighteen, anyway. I was kind of an as-...uh...kind of a jerk.” He quickly amended. Puppet frowned, and put the lid back on the box before jumping up and sliding it on top of the locker. He was absolutely keeping that.

“So?” The animatronic moved to Mike’s side, and stood as high as he could to try and  see into the clothing box. “I’ve dealt with sulky teenagers before.”

“I was a lot more than just ‘sulky’...” Mike winced. He’d been a jerk with a capital ‘J’ before he’d gone to college and gotten knocked off his pedestal. It was a miracle his parents had been able to put up with him for an entire year, honestly. “Be glad we met after I got my head on straight. It was for the best for both of us.” Puppet’s mask twisted into a frown, but Mike was determined for that to be the end of the topic, and moved the clothing box to get at the yearbooks beneath it.

“...huh?” Mike paused in the middle of opening the last box in the stack, and closed the flaps again to tilt it back, and get a better look at what had caught his attention. Puppet quickly perked up as the young man shifted the box across the floor, and off of a mysterious, rectangular shape still half-buried by all the clutter.

“Oh, cool! A secret door!” Puppet grabbed another stack of boxes and tried to push it off the shape, while Mike scratched his head in confusion.

“I...don’t remember this.” The human frowned, even as he helped Puppet to move the stack that weighed more than him. “I wonder if Mom or Dad knew about this?” He frowned as he cleared the last of the boxes off of what was now obviously some kind of old trapdoor. “Kind of seems like they tried to bury it.”

“Maybe it leads to a secret tunnel!” Puppet suggested eagerly. “Just like in that cartoon with the dog Pippa likes!” He started to bounce on his heels, and started to reach for the seam in the floor. “Let’s open it and see where it goes!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down, Puppet!” Mike snatched the little animatronic up under one arm, and stepped back before he could get his striped fingers into the crack. “We can’t just open it!” He argued. “We have no idea what might be down there - there could be rats, or spiders, or-”

THUNK.

“......” Both Mike and Puppet froze at the sound, and looked down at the trapdoor. “.....that’s a big rat.” Puppet whispered. Mike slowly - quietly - stepped back from the trapdoor, and the sound came again, only louder. He dropped Puppet back to his feet, and the little animatronic quickly hid behind the human, and dug his striped fingers into Mike’s red jacket as they both nervously watched the trapdoor.

THUNK. THUNK.

Something pounded on the trapdoor from below - something big - and a small puff of dust was kicked up from the space. Mike looked around frantically for something he could use as a weapon, and snatched up a baseball bat from another pile of junk. Luis hadn’t used it since his high school days. Surely, he wouldn’t mind?

THUNK THUNK THUNK.

The trapdoor began to rattle, and Mike swung the bat up over his shoulder as the rusty lock creaked and bent. Finally, the old metal snapped, and the trapdoor was thrown open by-....by Chica?

Mike’s brain ground to a halt as the animatronic chicken mascot from his workplace popped up through his floor, looking around with a curious hum at the cluttered basement before she laid optics on him, and broke out into a wide, toothy smile.

“Hi, Mr. Schmidt!! How’d you get here?”

“.......” The baseball bat fell out of Mike’s limp hands, and clattered to the floor. Puppet flinched at the loud sound, but Chica didn’t seem to register the human’s obvious shock, and came up the rest of the stairs and into the basement.

“Guys!” She shouted back down the stairs. “Mike’s here!” Behind her, Bonnie’s ears appeared before the rest of him, and Foxy’s hook scratched at the edge of the trapdoor hole as he hauled himself up out of the tunnel that yawned beneath the basement floor. Mike sucked in a breath through his teeth as the pirate fox - and other figures that, in no way, should have ever been in his house - rose up from beneath the floor, and stretched his limbs.

“Aaarrr, ‘tis about time!” Foxy grumbled, leaning back as if to stretch out a kink in his spine. “We’ve been walkin’ fer hours! I thought we’d be ‘alfway t’ Tortuga by now!”

“We were only down there for twenty minutes, at best.” Bonnie argued as he climbed out. “Your internal clock must be broken!”

“Jus’ like th’ rest o’ me, ey?” Foxy turned an irritable glare upon the rabbit, but his expression immediately softened when he noticed the audience Bonnie had not. “Oh! Mike! How ye’ be, lad? Ain’t seen ye’ since Wednesday eve’!” Puppet looked up at the human he hid behind with wide eyes, and Mike found the presence of mind to lower his hands from their raised position.

“....you’re in my house.” He said eloquently. Bonnie and Foxy both tipped their ears forward, and looked around the basement.

“This be your house?” Foxy flipped up his eyepatch for a better look. “It be….uh….cozy?” Bonnie shook his head and smacked the fox on the arm.

“This isn’t the whole place, buckethead.” He scoffed. “There’s an upstairs, see?” He pointed to the basement stairs, and Mike looked over just in time to see Chica’s tailfeathers disappearing at the top. His heart skipped a beat or two.“This is just a basement!” The rabbit hopped over a box on the floor, and headed up the stairs himself. “Chica, wait for me!”

“I knew that!” Foxy huffed back with a lash of his tail. The basement started to feel a little small, and Mike pulled another breath in through his teeth. Oh, god. He’d had nightmares just like this, back when he’d first started on the night shift...except he wasn’t sleeping now. He was awake, and this was real-

“I, ah, don’t suppose I could get a hand?” Mike froze, and slowly looked back down at the trapdoor to see Freddy himself seemingly wedged in the stairway opening. Behind him, he could also see the glow from Sam’s LED hat band, somewhere back within the tunnel. “I’m not as slim as the rest of you, you know!” The bear admitted.

“Aye, let’s get’che out o’ there.” Foxy reached out with his good hand to grab Freddy’s and started to pull, with Sam - presumably - pushing from behind. After a few more seconds of staring, Puppet edged out from behind Mike to help. Mike, however, remained frozen in place, and a few shades paler than he probably should have been as he tried to comprehend how one of his darkest nightmares was becoming reality right before his eyes-

“Oh, wow!” Chica’s voice echoed from somewhere upstairs - somewhere on the second floor. “It looks like Parts & Services up here, only better lit! Bonnie, you have to come see this!”

“That’s my-! Oh no.” Mike’s eyes popped wide, and he finally broke out of his frozen stupor to bolt for the stairs, leaving Puppet, Foxy, and Sam alone to try and pry the pizzeria star out through the too-small trapdoor in the floor. “That’s my room! Don’t touch anything!”

He passed Bonnie in the living room, seemingly enamoured by the many framed photos hung up behind the couch, and nearly tripped running up the stairs before he caught himself on the banister. It wasn’t until he’d made it up to the landing and thrown open his bedroom door that Mike realized that he...had no real plan for confronting the animatronic inside. He froze again in the doorway, panting, and struggling for words as Chica ‘ooh’ed and ‘ahh’ed over the variety of drawings and unfinished projects strewn about his desk.

“Whoa!!!” Chica picked up a pipe-and-wire hand model that he’d given up on three months ago, and cradled it in her hands with the reverence of a child holding a coveted toy for the first time. “This is just like our endoskeletons! Mr. Schmidt, I didn’t know you could build things!”

“I-. Uh. Um.” The unexpected praise made it even harder for Mike to find his words, and he stumbled for an embarrassingly long time before he heard the creaking of the stairs, and felt a towering presence at his back.

“Oh, neat!” Bonnie pushed his way into the room, causing Mike to stumble forward, as well, and gleefully batted at the punching bag still hanging from the ceiling next to his bed. “Heheh, what’s this thing? Does it make noise?”

“No, it-. It doesn’t make noise.” Mike reached out a hand to stop the bag from swinging, and hoped the feeling of the synthetic leather against his hand would help snap him back to reality. It didn’t do much. “It’s for hitting.”

“Oh.” Bonnie seemed to lose interest at this answer, and turned to face Chica, who had moved on to looking at the posters and pictures hanging on the wall. “Oh!” Bonnie zeroed in on one in particular, and Mike winced internally. “Who’s this kid? I haven’t seen them at the pizzeria before.”

“Yeah, you have. That’s, uh.” Mike found himself wishing he’d never framed that dumb childhood photo. “That’s me.”

“That’s you?!” Bonnie and Chica both crowded around the frame, now, and Mike prayed to any deity listening that his floor would hold under them. “Aww! You used to be so cute!”

“Bonnie!” Chica gasped, and tweaked one of the rabbit’s ears. “That’s so rude! He’s still cute!”

“......” Mike pressed both hands over his face, and leaned back until he was sitting on his bed as the two animatronics began to squabble.

Maybe, if he just sat here for long enough, his brain would get tired of this nightmare, and he’d wake up?

Core Activated Chapter 6

Kay sat in the very back of the basement. She couldn't remember how long she had been here. She would randomly activate and deactivate making her easily lose track of time. Willow would even come and visit her only to torment her. She had nearly lost an eye due to her “sister.”

The only thing that kept her from going insane in this dark room was the muffled voices of William and her children, a smile crept on her face as she imagined how much her children have grown in the time she had spent in here. If she could come out of this basement, just for one minute to see her children, she would die a happy death.

From the lack of footsteps, Kay guessed that it was night and laid down in the corner of the room to try to sleep. Her ears flattened slightly as she closed her eyes to doze off.

“Guys, you’ll never believe what’s in here.”

The voice instantly made Kay’s ears perk up and she jumped to her feet. Someone was inside the diner! How?! She walked towards the trapdoor as it jiggled and the person from outside lifted it up.

A boy with black hair and a red shirt held the door up as a girl with dark skin, one blue eye, and one brown eye, and a blue shirt and a boy with light brown hair and a green shirt slowly walked into the basement. Kay backed up into the darkness and watched the teens carefully, something was familiar about the boy in a red shirt, but she couldn’t remember from where.

“Troy, this place is completely boring.” The girl said, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah dude, I thought this place would be more interesting, but it’s just as boring as the rest of the pizzeria.” The boy with the green shirt said.

Troy! Of course! Kay bolted out from the darkness and tackled the teen in the red shirt. She buried her face into the crook of his neck, her tail wagging.

“Gah! Hey Kay!” Troy exclaimed, petting her head.

“Holy! What the heck is that thing?!” Emma yelled.

“Where did it come from?!” Dereck exclaimed.

Troy lightly pushed Kay off and stood up, petting her fur, “Guys, this is what I wanted to show you, meet Kay.”

Kay sniffed Emma and Derek, growling softly at them. While Emma recoiled at her growling, Derek went to pet her head, almost losing his hand as she snapped at him.

“Kay! These are mine and Michael’s friends!” Troy exclaimed, pushing Derek out of her reach.

Her fur was bristled up and her fangs were bared, she had a bad feeling about them, a bad feeling about all of this.

“They’re my friends, please Kay…” Troy’s voice went softer and Kay’s fur finally smoothed out.

“How has William and our children been? I’ve been locked in here for so long I don’t know when I last saw them…” Kay asked, her ears drooping.

Troy dug through his pockets and pulled out a picture, “It’s been around 5 years, here’s the latest picture of them.” Troy held it out for Kay to see. Kay stared at the picture of her family. Chris and Michael were looking more like their father while Elizabeth was almost a perfect image of her. Kay sighed. “They are growing up into beautiful and handsome people,” she said wistfully. Troy nodded and smiled.

“Wait!” Derek said, holding up a hand. “That’s your family?” he asked. Kay nodded and Derek snorted in disbelief. “Yeah right. They are people. And you are a wolf.” Kay growled and Troy stepped between them chuckling nervously.

“I’m not sure I understand,” Emma said looking at Kay in confusion. “I mean- Mr. Afton never talks about his wife.” Kay flinched at Emma’s words and her ears flattened.

“And this is why.” Troy said, rubbing Kay’s head, “His wife, is in this robotic wolf.”

“Troy you’ve lost your mind!” Derek exclaimed. Kay growled at Emma and Derek. Emma took a step back while Derek glared at Troy.

“It’s true.” Troy insisted, “Five years ago, his wife died from this wolf, but then her spirit went to possess the same wolf that killed her, I know because I was there.”

Kay’s fur bristled up as she remembered that night, she started to whimper and suddenly fell on her side, deactivating.

“Kay!” Troy yelled, he went to help her back up but his friends stopped him.

“Come on Troy, we gotta get out of here before we get in trouble,” Emma said, tugging him up the stairs to the trapdoor.

“You’re clearly losing your mind the longer we stay here,” Dereck added.

The two teens managed to pull their friend out and shut the trap door. After locking it and tossing the key back to where they found it, the teens made their way back home. The three, unfortunately, didn’t notice a black figure looming over them.

The figure pulled out three thin blades and threw one at each teen. The blade went straight through them, but there wasn’t any blood. The effects started one by one, with the same symptoms. Headache, pain in the stomach, then walking off as if nothing happened, but something did happen. Each one of their eyes had a soft glow and a wide grin formed on each of their faces.

“My work is done here.” The figure cooed before sliding off to the Afton house and appearing next to a sleeping Michael. Pulling out another thin blade, the figure stared at the plushies that belonged to the younger child in the bed just on the other side of the room. The blade split into 5 more and the figure threw it at each one of the plushies.

“Let’s see, horrors in the day, nightmares at night.” The figure cooed, forming another blade and plunging it into Michael’s head, disappearing when he woke up. Michael rubbed his head as a headache formed.

“Ow...what the heck…?” Michael looked around, his headache slowly faded, one of his eyes glowed in the dark and a smirk formed across his face as he saw his little brother with all his plushies. He got up and picked up the Foxy plush.

“He’s such a baby, he doesn’t need all of these dumb plushies.” He said as he ripped the plush’s head off. Chris awoke and started to cry. 

Michael glared at his little brother, “SHUT UP YOU BABY!”

Chris flinched at his brother’s sudden hostility, “S-Sorry Michael, I-I just had a nightmare.” He glanced over at his torn up foxy plush and his eyes watered more, “D-Did you…?”

“You’re too old for all of these plushies anyways!” Michael snapped, making his brother flinch more.

“W-What about your masks…?”

“I gave most of them to my friends, you wouldn’t know because you don’t have any!”

William had heard all the yelling and woke up to see what was going on, frowning as he cracked the door open to see Michael yelling at Chris.

“Michael, it’s 2 in the morning, why are you yelling at your brother?” He asked groggily.

“I’m just annoyed that I have to share a room with this baby,” Michael grumbled.

“Give me a few more days to finish his room. I just fixed up Elizabeth’s and it’s hard to do anything without….” William trailed off before he could finish what he was going to say. Without another word, he ran back to his room.

The two boys just stared at where their father went before going back to what they were doing.

Can I request Y/N comforting Daniel after he has a nightmare?🥥

“No..wha..what are you all doing here?!” Through gritted teeth, Daniel glared at his bedroom window, watching the figures with glowing red eyes scratch the glass.

Somehow he could still hear their mechanical laughter, their humanlike groans and moans, and the clicks of their gears.

The CEO gulped nervously, keeping his phone outstretched and his thumb over the shock button.

They couldn’t taunt him like this. He was the reason they were even active right now! They had no right!

They were just dumb robots! They knew better than this...did they?

Suddenly, they cloaked themselves one by one…before manifesting in his own room and revealing themselves in a similar order: Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, Baby, Balloon Boy, Springtrap, the Bare Endoskeleton, and finally Freddy himself. All covered in mud and scratches, their suits heavily damaged.

Somehow even Shadow Bonnie manifested in the room, surrounded by floating remnant–both of light and of shadow. He snickered silently, not even fazed by the flashlight shining on his face.

“WHAT DO YOU ALL WANT FROM ME?!!” Daniel screamed, his heart racing.

“We just wanted to visit!” Freddy chuckled. "I-I-I thought that's what we were made to do."

“Yet when we do as we're advertised t' do...this is how ye repay us?!” Foxy snarled in anger, scraping his hook against the wall. “Are we just things for ye to shock to yer heart’s delight an’ use for yer dirty work?!!”

“N-No..I..I didn’t use any of you!!” He shook his head frantically, holding out his phone more with shaking hands. "I've done nothing wrong!"

“Interesting you say that, since you seem…desperate to hide the truth from your loyal ”subscribers”,” Springtrap hissed as he limped towards him, eyes glowing white. “You could never wash the blood off your hands, Daniel. Trust me..I know very well what-”

“ENOUGH!” Daniel activated the shock button, a stream of blue electricity causing the decomposed rabbit to twitch violently and roar in pain…before seemingly slumping over.

For a moment he grinned, but his victory was not to last as Springtrap laughed and stood back upright.

“That was pathetic.”

“No..that’s not suppose to happen!!” He glared at his phone–only to see that the battery on the AR app was completely dead.

“Oh no!” Freddy jested as he and the others began surrounding him. “It seems y-y-you lost! What a shame."

He then laughed and played his trademark tune, as the rest of the animatronics joined in and began closing in on the now screaming male-

“Daniel!”

“GET AWAY FROM ME!!” With a gasp, Daniel sat upright in his bed. He was sweating profusely as he looked around, realizing there were no menacing animatronics trying to kill him.

Only you and Bonnie were there in his room.

“You okay?” You set a gentle hand on his shoulder. “You were screaming like anything. Bonnie woke up and-”

“C-Can he leave..please?” He whispered hoarsely, tears running down his face as he clutched the blankets. When he saw your look of confusion, he sniffled. “I-I don’t wanna see any animatronics right now.”

Nodding in understanding, you looked at Bonnie. He seemed to get the message, as he stood up and quietly walked out of the bedroom, making sure to close the door carefully on his way out.

You always wondered how he could get his ears through the doorways.

But as you turned back to Daniel, your smile faltered as you saw his face buried in his hands. “Had a nightmare about them?”

He just whimpered and nodded. “I..I don’t wanna go into detail. It was just so..violent and vivid..”

“You just want me to stay here?” You shuffled over, sitting beside him. He sniffled and hugged you tightly, closing his eyes as he felt you return the embrace.

His answer was clearly obvious.

Song on fire

After watching Digimon Adventure tri i decided to write a fanfiction about two of my favourite Digimon

It goes along with the Song "Song on fire" by Nickelback, 'cause i think it's Fitting for them

It`s the first time i wrote a complete fanfic in english so please be gentle

  Song on fire

Beelzemon was sitting on the roof of his tamer`s house, the chilly wind ruffling the fur-collar of his leather jacket. With his partners sleeping peaceful in their beds he was looking forward to a quiet night and while he watched the sun set his thoughts were drifting of. After finding his true mega form and becoming a demon lord of the digital world he finally gained all the power he wished for his entire life, but he felt like something still was missing.

He remembered the empty feeling from back when he used to be alone ´cause he had abandoned his partners, and how the hole in is heart was filled after returning to them, but still, this time it felt different...

He remembered when he asked for Jeri`s forgivness for killing Leomon after they defeated D-Reaper, and how it felt when she had given it to him, but even that wasn`t the right thing.

　

The first words that come out and i can see this song will be about you.

  I can`t believe that i can breathe without you.

But all i need to do is carry on

　

No, the feeling that was bugging him was related to someone else, a glimpse of golden fur waving through his mind, he thought of when he first met her, sitting on a wire in the moonlit night "...don`t look to me like you`re happy toots.."

But why on earth was he thinking of her now? It was true, that she meant a lot to him, even before she and Rika had come to rescue him from the digital world, but how should this be related to this weird feeling? But still, he always felt different when it comes to her. Everytime she looked at him with her ice-blue eyes it was sending jolts down his spine, also her laugh did. He just then remembered another moment of their past, he had been ranting at Takato and his friends for being stupid while they`d been driving Guilmon around in a shopping cart. Unknown to him, Renamon had watched that scene and teased him for being jealous of that. Well, of course she never really meant to hurt him with that. In fact, she always knew when he needed a friend to give him a push to the right direction .

'Maybe it`s time to take a step to the right direction now' with this thought, he stood up. 'The only way to find out what this feeling is about is to get to the source of it' he spread his wings and flew of to the night, heading for Rika`s home.

the next line i write down. And there`s a tear that falls between the pages

i know that pain`s supposed to heal in stages,

but it depends which one i`m standing on

　

He landed on the roof of the Nonaka`s Mansion, carefully not making any noise. He knew that Renamon would notice his presence soon, as well as he knew that she was there,even though he couldn`t see her. It wasn`t just like he could sense another Digimon, he knew it was her, as well as she`d know it was him waiting outside. Even when he digivolved for the first time, she recognized him immediately.

"Is something wrong, Beelzemon?" Oh yeah, she really knew him well. "Hi there, Foxy" he said, while facing her. She stood beside the Pond, her fur litten by the moonlight, just like that night when they first met.

 　

i write lines down, then rip them up.

describing love can`t be this tough

　

"Why do you think something`s wrong? Can`t i come over to pay a friend a visit? " She arched an eyebrow, as if to show him that she knew him better than to show up in the middle of the night for no reason. "Okay, ya caught me", he said. "I wanna talk to you about something. Ya might want to take a walk?" Without another word she jumped beside him. Together they jumped to the sidewalk, Beelzemon started to walk to the park, knowing there wouldn`t be anyone now.

  I could set this song on fire, send it up in smoke

i could throw it in the river, watch it sink in slowly

tie the pages to a plane and send it to the moon

play it for the world, but it won`t mean much, unless i sing this song to you

　

"So, tell me, what can i do you for?" she questioned once they arrived, giving him a pointed look. ..."maybe there`s hope for you darlin, commin' to your`s truly for the answer. So tell me, Foxy, what can i do you for?" She had chosen just the words he had years ago. Back then she and Rika had split up after a fight and she didn`t know how to carry on. She knew something was bothering him, so she chose this words on purpose. He could tell it by the look she gave to him. He didn`t know how to answer that, so he simply looked back at her, his heart slamming inside his chest like crazy. Why was he lost for words now? Or maybe he should have asked himself what he was going to say before coming to her.

"I`ve been thinking about the bonds i made with you guys," well, he had to start with something. "And this couldn`t wait until tomorrow because...?" she asked while they were passing a statue. Long before he got closer to the group he used to hide behind this statue to scare couples. It felt like centuries ago. "'Cause it`s different around you. I mean, the bond i have with you is different from the others...you understand?" he lead her away from the path and into the trees. "I`m not sure if i do", she admitted, walking behind him. "I`m not sure if i understand it myself", he muttered and stepped on a fallen tree trunk. Even though she didn`t need his help to get on he reached out his hand to her.

  I`m dying to show you this could end happily ever after.

There doesn`t ever have to be desaster

And all you have to do is sing along

'The last time I reached out for her with that hand it was in attempt to kill her' he remembered just then, thinking back to the time when he turned in his heart and soul to become stronger. He promised to kill the Tamers and their partners and he had started with her. He could still feel his claws tear through her pelt, for a moment he saw her lying on the ground, looking up to him with fearful eyes" ...any last words, chatty?"..."Impmon...please.." he would have killed her if Leomon didn`t burst in, so he killed him instead. He still had nightmares of it, even though Jeri had forgiven him. And Renamon had forgiven him as well,she even went to bring him back to the real world, but still he feared her reaction.

i write lines down, then rip them up.

impossible describing love

　

For a moment she just looked at his hand puzzled, but then she took it and let him help her up onto the trunk and down the other side. When she touched him it sent jolts through his body and a warm feeling began to creep up his chest, he smiled at her. They walked quiet for a while. When they reached a small clearing Renamon turned to face him. "Why don`t you explain it to me?" "Explain what?" Beelzemon looked at her confused. He almost forgot what he was here for, just because he enjoyed being with her so much. But when he met her eyes, that feeling was getting stronger again and he had to turn his face away from her.

" 'Ya know, everytime i`m around you it feels different from being with Guilmon, Terriormon or Calumon. I...", for a moment he was lost for words, he didn`t know how to describe the feelings he had being around her. He only knew that it wasn`t like ordinary friendship, the urge to protect her, the warmth he felt every time she looked at him. Even when she was making fun of him it felt good. But how to put it in words?

I could set this song on fire, send it up in smoke

i could throw it in the river, watch it sink in slowly

tie the pages to a plane and send it to the moon

play it for the world, but it won`t mean much, unless i sing this song to you

　

"I just feel like liking you more than just as a friend. It`s like i feel closer to you than i do with the others, 'course i do like them as well, but it aint the same with you...i`d see us as really close friends,'ya know?" He felt his heart beat in his ears, his face was red as he faced her. She stood still, wind ruffling her yellow and white fur while she looked at him. She seemed concerned about what he just said. "Do you...feel this way too?" he asked nervously.

"No", she said.

  Light this old guitar on fire, I`d still hear the notes

drown the melody in water, I`d still hear it`s ghost

sing it with somebody else, but we`d be out of tune

play it for the world, but it won`t mean much

　

Beelzemon felt like he got hit. It felt like the warmth she had given to him had turned into ice inside his chest. Renamon saw his shocked expression and she looked concerned as she continued to speak. "I don`t feel the same way, because i stopped seeing us as friends a while ago, Beelzemon."

With those words he felt his heart break. So she didn`t forgive him what he had done, even the concern she had shown as he nearly got deleted while fighting the D-Reaper wasn`t real. "I see..." he stumbled, unsure what to say. "Beelzemon, look at me", she commanded. Ashamed he faced her once again, to see fear in her eyes. Why was she afraid of him? 'Does she think i`ll attack her?' He thought sadly.

"Let me explain it to you", she said softly. " I really wanted us being friends, but after Rika and i Biomerged i couldn`t see us as friends anymore." She noticed his puzzled look, so she continued. "When Rika and i became Sakuyamon, i found myself capable of feelings i didn`t know before, like they had been locked away or something. Everytime i thought of you since then i felt that you were more to me than a friend, and i..." She looked away from him, then she took a deep breath. Once more she looked him in the eyes. "I realized that i love you."

I could set this song on fire, send it up in smoke

i could throw it in the river, watch it sink in slowly

tie the pages to a plane and send it to the moon

play it for the world, but it won`t mean much, unless i sing this song to you

　

Without taking his eyes of hers he cupped her cheek with his hand, with his free hand he pulled her closer to him. She didn`t take her eyes of his as well and simply put her arms around him. He bent down to her , noticing that the fear in her eyes vanished, and kissed her. Now he knew what this feeling was, and this love drove away all the ice and darkness inside his heart and set them on fire

  i could set this song on fire

unless i sing this song to you

i could set this

i could set this

i want to sing this song to you

i could set this song on fire...sing this song to you

A Child's Nightmare

It was a dark night and raining cats and dogs. The wind was howling and lightning lit up the sky. A small child about 6 or 7 sat on his twin sized bed. The child could not fall asleep that night. The grandfather clock down the left hallway struck 11:00. It’s already 11:00 and I still cannot sleep, thought the child. Clank, Clank, Clank. Something or someone was in the hallway. “W-who’s there?” the child asked nervously. There was no answer. It’s probably just my older brother trying to scare me again, thought the child. “Stop trying to scare me brother!” the child yelled bravely at the being in the hallway. There was still no reply. The sound just kept getting closer. Clank, Clank, Clank. The child was starting to get a little scared but then the noise stopped outside the half open door. The child hopped off of his bed and grabbed the flashlight that was hidden under his pillow. He slowly approached the door and pressed his ear against it. There was a noise that sounded a lot like heavy breathing on the other side. The child hurried and closed the door until the noise disappeared. He then slowly opened the door and flashed the flashlight down the hallway. Something or someone vanished behind the corner. The child then ran back into his room and jumped on his bed and looked at the small golden bear with a purple top hat and bowtie. The bear’s head turned to look at the child who was now crying from the fear that consumed him. “W-what was t-that?” the child asked the plush bear. “That would be my friend Bonnie” Fredbear replied. “B-bonnie?” the child repeated. As he said that the closet door creaked open. The crying child got up and as stealthy as a cat he crept over to the closet. Inside was a small plushie of a red fox with a golden colored eye. It has an eyepatch over its right eye and a hook on his left paw. The child turned to look back at his friend who was staring at the door to the right. “Fredbear? Why is there a fox plush here?” the child questioned. “His name is Foxy the Pirate Fox, one of my friends. He wants to play a game.” the bear replied. As soon as Fredbear said that he disappeared into the night. “Fredbear? Fredbear where did you go? What kind of game?” cried the child. “Try to survive till 6 AM,” was the only thing Fredbear said then went quiet. What did he mean by survive? “What do you me-” Crash! The small boy was cut off by a loud crash coming from the kitchen. He hurried and ran to the door on the left with his trusty flashlight in his hand. He peeked out into the hallway and saw a broken down chicken creature. It was holding a torn down cupcake in its right left hand. Then it vanished behind the corner. The small child was now trembling with fear. “W-what was that thing?!” the child asked himself. Then he heard a hissing sound come from in his room. He turned around and saw a small brown bear that had rather frightening teeth. The child flashed his flashlight on the thing. It hissed in pain and went under the bed. Why is this happening to me? Why can’t it happen to my older brother? He deserves it more than me! The young boy thought to himself. “A-ahoy there l-l-lad!” a glitched robotic voice yelled snapping the kid out of his thoughts. “I be cap’tn F-Foxy t-the ruler of t-the seven s-seas!” The child slowly turned around to see a tall, broken down fox robot. He had dull red fur and a bloody hook for his right hand. His eye was completely black with a small white dot to represent the pupil. While the other was covered with a black eyepatch. The child froze in fear and looked up at the fox. “W-why the s-scared face y-ye landlubber?” Foxy questioned. The pirate tilted his head to the side to show his confusion. “W-why are y-you here?” the child asked nervously “W-what do you w-want from m-me?” W-why me and my m-maties just be p-playing a g-game with ye!” the fox yelled cheerfully “A-alas if y-ye don’t w-win the g-game we be f-forced to make ye w-walk the p-plank!” “Y-you mean I’ll die?” the child yelled at Foxy. “Y-ye be r-right l-lad! Y-yet this is t-the o-only way we c-can have a-any fun!!” the fox said. The child was just petrified in fear at what he had just learned. I’ll die if I don’t win a game? He thought to himself. What kind of sick dream is this? “A-aye lad! We d-don’t have t-time for q-questions anymore! I need t-to explain the r-rules to ye l-lad! Me m-maties are only allowing until 12:00 for m-me to explain how t-this works.” “W-why are you h-helping me s-survive the night?” the child asked. “W-why it be n-no fun i-if ye don’t put u-up a good f-fight! N-now enough questions! Listen carefully l-lad! I only b-be saying t-this once g-got it?” Foxy said staring intently at the child. “Y-yes Cap’tn F-foxy.” the boy said. “S-splendid! Now here are the r-rules! C-chica comes down t-the right h-hallway! B-bonnie comes down t-the left! F-freddy is u-under your b-bed and his c-children come out when they w-want and wait for y-ye to turn around to bite y-ye head off! To get r-rid of u-us ye just flash that f-flashing l-light thing! I’ll s-shall b-be in the c-closet! To turn m-me back into a h-harmless doll just c-close the door on m-me face! A-and Nigh-” the clock struck 12:00 while Foxy was telling the child the rules of the game. “Well I h-have to r-run! S-see ye later l-lad!” the fox yelled as he ran into the closet chuckling. “W-wait! W-what where you s-saying b-before?” the child yelled. Foxy did not reply. “What do I do?! I don’t want to die! I want to live!” the child yelled to himself. The child then ran back to the bed and flashed his light. A brown blur shot back underneath the bed hissing quietly. The child shuddered in disgust. These things smell like decaying meat. He thought to himself. He chuckled quietly at the thought and sat on his bed listening for any sounds that might indicate a creature trying to kill him. Clank, Clank, Clank, Clank. The child hurried and ran to the left door and listened for the sound of breathing. None. He peeked out and flashed his flashlight and saw the figure again. As soon as it appeared it disappeared around the corner again. The child shivered in fear and ran back into his room. He then ran over to the right door and pressed his ear against it. Nothing. He opened the door and flashed his light. Screeeaaaaaccchhhhh! The chicken jumped out and screamed in his face! The boy then curled into a ball and whimpered in fear as the chicken stared down at him with a devious smirk. “I d-don’t want t-to d-die. I don’t w-want to d-die.” the child repeated as he cowered in fear. “Awww w-we won’t k-kill you kiddo!!” a rather high pitched voice said happily. “Y-you won’t?” the kid asked skeptically as he looked up at Chica. “N-nope!! Only Nightmare i-is allowed to kill the victim!!! It’s not very fair….” Chica said though the child did not hear the last part since she was mumbling it. “What was that last bit?” the child questioned. “O-oh nothing of y-your concern!!” She chirped happily. “Well I g-got to g-go now kid!!! See ya!!” she yelled and walked back into the dark and empty hallway. The child slowly got up and went back to his bed only to see two bear things hissing at him menacingly. The boy flashed his flashlight and they ran under the bed. The child sighed in relief and stood in front of his bed listening for any noises. This is ridiculous. He thought. This makes no sense!! How can robots be alive? Plus, why are they trying to kill me? I didn’t do anything!!! The kid was snapped out of his thoughts again when he heard a dark chuckle come from behind him. The child jumps back in fear and spins around only to be faced with a nightmarish bear who grins at the child. “G-go away!” the child yelled at the bear who seemed to be laughing at the child’s actions. “Why should I listen to a puny child like you?” Freddy questions with a tilt of his head. “B-because I said so!!” the kid yelled. “Geez no need to get mad at me kiddo. You should be lucky your not dead yet…” the bear grumbled and then disappeared under the bed. The child then ran to the left door and pressed his ear to it. There was heavy breathing coming from the other side. He closed the door and waited for Bonnie to leave him alone for a little bit. He then repeated these actions for a little while. Left hallway. Right hallway. Bed. Repeat. The clock struck 5:00 A.M. The child then took a break on his bed when- Screeeeaaaacccchhhhhh!!! Foxy ran out of the closet and lunged for the child who tried to dodge but failed miserably. “Y-ye be c-comin’ w-with me l-lad!” Foxy yelled as he lifted the child into the air and walked down the hallway. “H-hey!! Put me down you deranged fox!! Put me down!!!” the child yelled at the fox who just ignored him and continued on his way to the basement. He then proceeded to rip the door off its hinges and went down the steps. “Y-you caught h-him!” Chica chirps happily as soon as she sees them come down the stairs. The child’s eyes widened in fear when he saw a decaying black bear with a golden top hat and bowtie watching him and Foxy approach with blood red eyes. Foxy then held the child in front of the bear and waited. Nightmare laughed and said only three words. “You didn’t survive.” then bit down on the child’s head. The child then woke up panting. He hurried and looked around only to see the familiar hospital room. “It was only a dream.” he told himself. But the child failed to hear the dark laugh that was coming behind

Stuffed and Sewed with String

Marionette and Golden Freddy are best friends forever. No one had ever imagined such an unlikely friendship!

One day, Marionette finds out something very unlikely, but very adorable about Goldie.

This idea was suggested by @agarus-fallen-lershal. Thanks for the amazing suggestion, and I hope you like it! (Sorry it took so long.)

Freddy and Foxy couldn't help but notice just how much Marionette and Golden Freddy have been hanging out lately. It wasn't that long ago that they met thanks to Freddy Fazbear. Freddy had somehow encouraged Marionette to leave the music box, and socialize for once. Not in the biggest mood to leave her humble home known as the music box, Marionette often refused to socialize with any of them. But somehow, Freddy had made something in her yearn for a type of friendship. So, the animatronics all watched in awe as the music box music played and out she came: the thin, masked puppet with no strings, walking among them. But there was one animatronic who was shy and refused to come out despite all the animatronic's attempts. So, Marionette decided to try sitting with him. That day of sitting with him, turned into weeks, months, and eventually an entire year! And Marionette had managed to not only open up the golden bear's mouth, but create a friendship amongst each other.

From then on, Marionette and Golden Freddy were inseparable. The other animatronics loved seeing their friendship flourish into something beautiful. They were two shy animatronic robots, growing closer and closer with every week. It was cute to see. If they were naive to the situation, perhaps they could've been seen as a romantic couple? But that wasn't what took place with Marionette and Golden Freddy. Their friendship was purely platonic, if not more than platonic. Their friendship was loyal and humble, filled with cuddles and compliments, nicknames and silly conversations. Nothing could stop them. Nothing could tear then apart. Not without anger and painful consequences. They refused to live the way they used to: alone and stress-free. They now planned on going through what little life they had left.

One day, Marionette and Golden Freddy were looking through the prize bin at the many items in there. Some of it was kinda useless junk, while a few of the prizes were actually kinda cute! Golden Freddy had managed to find a Marionette Plushy!

"Hey Mari! Look what I found!" Golden Freddy told her, showing her the plushy.

Marionette smiled. "That's cute. I don't think I've seen this before." Marionette told him. Golden Freddy started bouncing it up and down to make it look like it was 'walking', and bounced it over to the large Marionette in front of him. "Hi! I'm Marionette! I'm a puppet with no strings and no nose!" Golden Freddy teased, putting on a high-pitched voice.

Marionette smirked, and crossed her arms. "That is not how I sound." Marionette told him, speaking in nearly the same voice as Golden Freddy just imitated.

"Yes I do! This is my normal voice! I am a tall lady, with a tall lady voice!" Golden Freddy teased. To end it off, Golden Freddy brought the plush's mouth up to the real Marionette's white cheek, and made a smooching sound. "Kisses for the tall lady!" Golden Freddy cheered. Marionette couldn't help but giggle at Golden Freddy's silly voice, and his interpretation of her. So, Marionette started looking around for a Golden Freddy plush or a figurine. But much to Marionette's surprise, there was no plush Golden Freddy plushes OR figurines in the prize corner! Perhaps they sold out? Or maybe there was never a Golden Freddy plush sold?

So, Marionette decided to make fun of it. "Hi! My name is Golden Freddy! Just call me Goldie! I have no merchandise!" Marionette joked.

Golden Freddy gasped in dramatic horror! "What did you just say?!" Golden Freddy reacted.

Marionette smirked. "You heard me." She taunted.

"Yeah, I did! You said I have no merchandise!" Golden Freddy reacted. Then, he picked up the Marionette figurine. "Meanwhile YOUR merchandise shows you with noodle arms!" Golden Freddy joked, before doing the noodle arms himself with the Marionette doll in his hand. "WhOOOOoooo! NoOdLe ArMs! LoOk At My SeEeEeXy NoDdLe ArMs!" Golden Freddy mocked.

Marionette gasped and placed her hand onto her chest in dramatic offense. "You DARE to mock my merchandise like that?" Marionette reacted.

"Yes I dare! I double dare! I dare on the hearts of the Fazbear family!" Golden Freddy replied.

"Oh! You mean these things?" Marionette asked, pulling out a Freddy Fazbear plushy, a Funtime Freddy plushy and a Helpy doll.

"Yes! And let's not forget Toy Freddy in the bunch." Golden Freddy warned.

"Oh! Oh yes! You're talking about the Toy Freddy plush that's just a duplicate of Freddy Fazbear?" Marionette teased.

"Hey! Be nice to Toy Freddy! He's a great Freddy! And so are his nightmare and his withered counterparts! You don't even have a withered version! You just have a nightmare Marionette, or as it's called 'Nightmarionne'. And all he's used for at this point, is tentacle porn for nostalgic teens." Golden Freddy threw back.

Marionette just looked at Freddy with black, blank eye sockets. She looked so done with his shit. But, she soon defied Golden Freddy's thoughts by smiling at him.

"It's funny you think those tentacle fingers are for dirty reasons. Here, I was thinking you were naive." Marionette told him, with a smile showing through her voice. "Those tentacles are actually stretched out fingers that are used for tickling." Marionette told him.

Golden Freddy blinked in surprise. Wait...really? "That's what those are for?" Golden Freddy asked.

Marionette smiled. "Not originally." Marionette replied. "Those fingers are used to turn the nightmare animatronics into her puppets. By attaching her fingers to an animatronic's head and limbs, Nightmarionne is capable of puppeteering the animatronics until she accomplishes what she most desires." Marionette explained. "However the nightmare animatronics are useless to her now, and she longs to find humans that are capable of one thing: laughter." Marionette explained with a smirk. "I find it quite funny to me, actually. She doesn't realize she can find laughter from other means than 'humans'." Marionette added.

Golden Freddy let a crooked smile grow onto his face.

"For example:" Marionette used the strings from her fingers to wrap around Golden Freddy's wrists. Another string had slithered up as well, and wrapped around his waist. "I don't need to tickle you in order to receive laughter from you. I can receive a perfect amount of laughter just from this simple action:" Marionette brought her free fingers as close as she could to Golden Freddy's belly. Golden Freddy yelped and couldn't help the wobbly smile that took over his lips.

"M-Mari? What-Whahat are you p-planning?" Golden Freddy asked. Marionette smirked confidently and very slowly wiggled her fingers.

"If my fingers were touching your belly right now, would you be laughing?" Marionette asked, pretending to be unaware of how ticklish he was.

Golden Freddy started nervously giggling and looking away from Marionette out of pure embarrassment. He nodded his head. "Yeheheheheah! Ihihi'm lahahahaughihihing rihihihight nohohohow!" Golden Freddy reacted.

"Correction:" Marionette placed her hand onto his shoulder. "You're giggling." Marionette corrected.

Golden Freddy hung his head, as to not show Marionette his flustered face. "Sahahahame dihihihiffeheherehence." Golden Freddy muttered.

"Hmm...Same difference you say?" Marionette asked. "If it's the same thing, then there should be no difference in your laughter if I do this:" Marionette added, before lightly scratching her three fingers on Golden Freddy's belly.

"NohohOhOHoHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OKAHAY! OHOHOKAHAHAHAHAY! THEHEHERE'S AHA DIHIHIFFEHEHEREHENCE!" Golden Freddy cried as he squirmed back and forth in the stringed restraints.

Marionette's smirk grew wider as she made a couple more strings appear around her. Using her hand to execute their actions, the strings followed her orders and started very lightly wiggling on the bear's sides.

Golden Freddy squealed and attempted to dodge the tickling strings. "MAHAHARIIIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI! NAHAHAHAHAT MYHYHYHY BEHEHEHELLYHYHYHYHYHY!" Golden Freddy begged, trying but failing multiple times to pull her leg up and protect the spot. But the leg was utterly useless! While the leg covered up half of his big bear belly, it couldn't cover up the side at all. And the strings were tickling him on the sides, rather than the belly itself! How frustrating!

"And why not? Is your belly a very bad spot?" Marionette asked.

Golden Freddy whined, dropped his foot and threw his head back in annoyance. "YEHEHEHES! YOHOHOHOU KNOHOHOHOW THIHIHIS!" Golden Freddy yelled back.

"Know what? What fact could I possibly know?" Marionette asked.

"HOHOHOHOW TIHIHIHICKLIHIHIHIHISH IHIHI AHAHAHAHAM!" Golden Freddy yelled back, growing more and more frustrated by the minute.

Marionette gasped in the most non-dramatic voice she could muster. "Woooow! You're ticklish? I had no idea!" Marionette reacted in a monotone voice. She decided to use the strings to lift him up, and brought a couple strings under Golden Freddy's feet. When Marionette gave the strings the go-ahead, the strings started wiggling back and forth, tickling the balls of both his feet.

"EEEEEEEEHEHEHEEEP! Oh NO! Ohohohoho geehehehehehehez!" Golden Freddy squealed.

"Ooooooh! I see that your feet are very ticklish. But what about these toes of yours? Are they ticklish?" Marionette asked, pretending to be completely oblivious as she brought a string up to one of his feet. Golden Freddy gulped at the look of the string, and struggled to stop the wobbly smile from spreading across his face.

"Telling by your smile, I'm going to assume you have a few ticklish toes." Marionette decided before tickling under the toes with the string.

Golden Freddy wheezed, and almost immediately started cackling and kicking his feet like a mad man. Marionette was taken back by how much he was kicking, but didn't stop right away. She was too busy enjoying the sound of cackling laughter that was leaving his mouth. Golden Freddy squeaked, kicked, cackled and shook his head back and forth. Marionette was being brutal to him!

"STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT, PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHIHIT'S TOHOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUCH!" Golden Freddy shouted at her.

Marionette's smile quickly dropped before she stopped the string. She removed the strings that were tickling him and carefully lowered Golden Freddy down an inch. "Are you okay? I didn't go overboard, did I?" Marionette asked.

Golden Freddy was still a giggly mess as he hung there by the strings. He lifted his head and looked at Marionette. "Yohohohou ahare ohone ehehevihil puppet. Yohohou're luhucky Ihihi'm yohour friehehend." Golden Freddy reminded her.

"Oh? And what would you do if I wasn't?" Marionette asked.

Golden Freddy smirked and gave her the middle finger in reply. Marionette hummed curiously and smirked. "How family friendly of you." Marionette teased.

"Oh please. My finger is much more family friendly then you'll EVER be!" Golden Freddy added.

Marionette's smile fell. She blinked once. She blinked twice. She stared off into space and blinked a third time.

Golden Freddy's smirk soon fell after about 5 minutes of watching Marionette's face change. "What? Did...Did I go too far?" Golden Freddy asked.

Marionette's blank stare quickly turned into a SUPER evil smirk. "I'm sensing some mischief in your words. Are are you trying to get me to tickle you till you malfunction? Because it seems like you are." Marionette asked, growing more and more evil. Golden Freddy giggled and looked away from her. Marionette walked closer and closer to Golden Freddy, till she was right in front of his snout. Marionette smiled. "Let's try out these ears of yours. I believe someone had told me ears can be ticklish?" Marionette said.

She lifted up her arms towards his golden ears, and lightly scratched the back of one of his ears. Golden Freddy smiled widely and giggled softly as his body melted at the touch.

"Hmmm...a giggle spot that makes you melt...interesting." Marionette reacted calmly, continuing to scratch his ear.

Golden Freddy tilted his head to the side and giggled gleefully. Despite how much it tickled, it felt really nice to laugh comfortably like this. The strong tickles he had just gotten, were too much for him to really handle. He could handle it, but Golden Freddy much preferred the light tickles.

Marionette decided to give that ear a break, and started tickling the other ear for a bit. Similarly to before, Golden Freddy had tilted his head to the side and giggled like a happy toddler. Once in a while, Golden Freddy would either squeal or shake his head to try and get Marionette's fingers off his ear. But Marionette held on pretty strong.

"Plehehehehehehehease!" Golden Freddy begged quietly.

"Hmm? Can you please repeat that for me? I seem to be losing my hearing." Marionette asked calmly with a smirk. He wiggled three of his fingers on his belly to get the boy louder.

"AAAAAAEEEEEEEK! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!" Golden Freddy shouted out.

"Please? Please what? 'Please add another hand to my ticklish belly so I can lose my sanity in laughter'? Is that what you want?" Marionette asked, being dramatic.

"NOHOHOHOHOHO! DOHOHOHON'T YOHOHOHOU DAHAHAHAHAHAHARE!" Golden Freddy warned.

"But why? You seemed so excited. One should never push away a fun opportunity like this." Marionette replied. Finally to shut the bear up, Marionette wiggled all of her fingers all over different spots on his belly.

"EEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! TOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUHUHUHAHAHA!"

Golden Freddy completely lost it. His laughter had taken over every part of his body! Even speaking properly was impossible! Golden Freddy felt like he was going to overheat and shutdown due to the laughter. Marionette was very much testing his body's limits when it came to laughter. Golden Freddy didn't know what was going to come first: was Marionette going to finally give him mercy? Or was he going to shut down from overheating?

Finally, after what felt like hours to the poor bear, Marionette stopped her fingers and calmly returned to the ear tickles. This time, Marionette walked behind her golden best friend and started tickling both ears at once. Golden Freddy, being as exhausted as he was, dramatically melted in both exhaustion and pleasure from the ear scratches. Despite his tummy being a lot more ticklish, the ear tickles were surprisingly harder to handle. But at the same time, they also felt really nice. So his mind was fighting against itself on whether this was a nice massage, or a demonstration of ticklish insanity.

"How is this? Is this calming you?" Marionette asked.

"Ihihihihihit tihihihicklehehehehehes." Golden Freddy told her.

"I know it tickles. But is it calming you?" Marionette asked.

Golden Freddy attempted to think for a moment, which was hard to do because of the distracting fingers.

"Do you want me to stop?" Marionette asked.

Golden Freddy immediately shook his head. He had begun to realize that he didn't want the tickling to stop. He wanted it to keep going as long as he can. Despite the super light ticklishness (that could kill a person if kept up for long enough), it felt amazing and worth every second.

Marionette smiled before completely lowering his body to the ground. Golden Freddy plopped his tired back right onto the ground next, causing a loud bang sound to fill the room for a few moments.

Marionette walked closer to the chubby bear. "You like it." Marionette told him, giving his ear a little scratch.

Golden Freddy giggled and leaned into Marionette's fingers. He nodded his head to tell her 'yes, I do like it'.

"Would you like some more?" Marionette asked.

Golden Freddy giggled even more and nodded his head in reply. Marionette giggled and happily placed her fingers onto his ears to keep giving him ear tickles. His reaction was very much like an attention-seeking kitten: He curled up to Marionette and allowed his robot body to go into sleeping mode.

At 6:00 the next morning, a night guard walked out of the security office with a flashlight, and shined his light on a strange, but surprisingly adorable sight:

Marionette and Golden Freddy were curled up together in front of the stage, cuddling each other. Golden Freddy was holding onto Marionette's body tightly like a stuffy, and Marionette was somewhat returning the hug. Marionette's left hand was seen wrapped around Golden Freddy's ear, and his right hand was resting across the Golden bear's belly.

The Night Guard decided to take a picture of the scene with a camera. With a picture to remember the cute scene, the Night Guard on duty walked right out of the pizzeria.

could i get possibly have reader who after watching a horror movie with the fnaf 4 animatronics , ends up with the freddles and plushtrap snuggling up to them in bed ( Since they are perhaps abit scared) ( Nightmare foxy had tried once to be a cuddle bug but it ended up with him breaking the readers bed)

“̶Wh͠ere ar̷e ͟m͘y̕ ̨chi͝ldr͜e͘…͏o͞h.̕.́”

When Nightmare Freddy peeked into your room, noticing the Freddles and Plushtrap on the bed with you, curled into your side and on your lap. You had your arms wrapped around the as you watched a cartoon together.

But even as the light-hearted show played on the television, the monstrous brown bear noticed the nervousness in your eyes–fear that he recognized in any dream he visited. He chuckled in amusement. “̵R̴ȩal̀l͢y ̵now? ͞N͜ot͟ ̧ev̸e̵n Ni͠gh̸t͢m̢a̧re̢ ͟h͝i̕mself coưl͡d ̢s̨c͢ar̷e y͜ou,͘ ̕b̨ut ̵a̡ path͘éti̢c mo̸v҉i͞e ͢with͢ o͏v̴er͞u̴sȩd̕ cļi̧c͝h͏es dįd th͞ę t͘r͞ick?̢”͝

“Shush Freddy..I’m trying to settle down.” You huffed, squeezing one of the Freddles, who was just vibrating in excitement.

Then you heard a faint clanging noise outside your room and tensed, eyes widening. “Wh-What was that?”

“̕J͞us͝t ̵C̡hica̕..”̛ ��Nightmare Freddy rolled his optics. “I m̨ar̴ve͟l ͠at h͞ow͢ you'vè su̵rvived ͝òur͝ ̨ons͘lau͢gh͟t́-̛"̶

“͡A̷n͠y ̨mǫre̸ r͞oom up̸ the͞re̸, m͞at͘ey҉?̀”̀

Looking over to the closet, you saw Nightmare Foxy shyly peaking out.

“No!” Plushtrap sneered as he clung to your hip. “Go away and-!”

“Hush.” You lightly scolded as you patted his ears, before you looked back over to the fox and made a beckoning gesture with your hand. Assuming he just wanted to turn into a plushie and cuddle, you didn’t mind if he joined you as well.

Eagerly, Nightmare Foxy walked over and climbed onto the bed. Although unfortunately, your previous assumption was wrong as the weight of his suit and endoskeleton proved to be too much for the bedframe to handle. 

Next thing you knew, all six of you abruptly fell to the floor, still on the mattress. The Freddles silently screamed and zipped out of your arms, disappearing back into their father. And Plushtrap just started giggling uncontrollably.

“͜A̷gh..͞I..͞.did̢n’t̨ ̀tḩi͝n͘k̕ t̡h̕a̛t’d ha̢p̡pen.̛.” 

“You could’ve turned into a plushie, y’know.” You huffed, shaking your head as you stood up, rubbing your lower back as it started to ache a little. But you then sighed. “It’s whatever, I probably needed to replace it eventually.”

Nightmare Foxy nodded meekly, still feeling embarrassed. “͢Ay͢e..p̧er͠haps̡ M͏àng̛le ca͞n͞ ̶l͡end ̶the҉ir endo̵ske̕l̷e͠to̵n͡ ͜a̴s ͏subst͞ìt͏u͞t̸e͜.”