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wakebymoonsleepbysun · 9 months

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Untitled Roxy x Reader fic (hurt/comfort)

EDIT: A more polished version is now up on ao3. If you're re-reading it or sending it to someone, then the ao3 version is preferred, but it's not changed enough that I would necessarily suggest re-reading it again if you weren't already going to. <3

For some reason, last night, I decided that it was imperative I write and release a Roxy x Reader oneshot before Ruin. (ETA: To be clear I mean I wrote this before Ruin released, therefore it contains NO SPOILERS. <3) It's an idea I've had for awhile and was going to do as a comic but decided to expand it and write it out instead. I may post a more polished version to ao3 at a later date.

Fun fact: Roxy was my first FNAF crush, before SB even came out. So Ruin will have many chances to break my heart.

Word count: ~3200

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When the Pizzaplex burned down, none of your colleagues had seemed particularly interested in returning to the ruins. You could understand…some of the techs arriving for the morning shift had been caught in the blaze, and while there were no casualties, there had been some injuries. Yourself included.

After a few weeks in the hospital, the burn mark across your face was just an angry red scar, and the singed hair you’d had to cut off had regrown enough for you to wear a slightly uneven pixie cut.

The other techs said you were crazy to want to go back. The future of Fazbear Inc was uncertain, and the animatronics themselves were just that. Animatronics. Machines. Not worth putting yourself in danger for.

But you’d come to consider Roxy a friend. Sometimes you thought she considered you one, too. She didn’t seem like she would readily admit such a thing even if it were true.

She had at least liked you as a tech, if not as a person. You were the only one who could do her pre-show checks and weekly maintenance without ruining her hair, at least according to her. According to the other techs, Roxanne’s hair was always fine.

You quickly learned that to Roxy, “fine” was equivalent to a reprehensible failure. A disaster. A complete horrific mess.

You didn’t think your experience with costuming (specifically wigs) in your college’s theater club would ever be something you used after you graduated, but life is full of surprises.

You wander through the corridors of your ruined, burned out workplace, flashlight in hand. You have a few guesses as to where Roxy might be. You desperately hope she’s okay. The structure is mostly intact, but there are a few collapsed portions and fallen bits of decor. You think as long as Roxy had been able to avoid the worst of the heat, she’d be mostly alright.

You make your way to Rockstar Row, your workboots crunching on the debris as you walk.

As you approach Roxy’s room, you hear something that makes you freeze.

Crying.

For a moment you wonder if another tech, or perhaps some urban explorer or rubbernecker is in here with you. Then you recognize the voice behind the sobs.

Roxanne is crying? You’re more surprised than you probably should be. But you’d seen behind her mask a couple times. Behind the vanity, haughtiness, and borderline entitlement, you had occasionally glimpsed a profound insecurity. Beneath it all, you don’t think Roxy actually likes herself very much.

You swipe your badge on the door, and it actually dings and slides open. Or tries to. Something jams it halfway and you have to wedge yourself into the doorframe and push the door open the rest of the way.

Roxy, who had been sitting at her vanity, head in her hands, perks up. Her ears twitch as she glances around. “Who’s there?” she calls out.

You open your mouth to speak, only to leave it hanging open in surprise as you see how badly she’s damaged. So much of her exoskeleton is missing, exposing the endoskeleton underneath. Her hair is a tangled, singed mess and her tail isn’t much better. But most horrifying, her eyes are completely gone.

“Who’s there?!” Roxy repeats, a growl in her voice as she stands up and starts stalking towards you. You can hear the servos and joints in her body creak in protest as she moves.

“R-Roxy, it’s me!” you say before hastily blurting out your name.

She stops, her ears twitching and her claws grasping at the air. At first you think she’s baring her teeth at you, but you quickly realize her broken faceplate has put one side of her mouth in a permanent snarl.

She huffs, turning away. She skulks back to her vanity, plopping down in her chair and burning her broken face in her shattered hands. “What do you want?” she mutters.

You tense, taken aback. “Wh-What do you think I want, Roxy?” you ask incredulously, slowly moving towards her. “I-I wanted to know you were okay. I wanted to help you. I was…terrified you’d…been destroyed,” you say quietly, putting a hand on her shoulder.

She pulls away with a growl. “I have been destroyed! Just--Just look at me!” The rage in her voice doesn’t fully mask her despair, nor does it completely hide her fear. Fear of what? Of what could have happened? Of how close she came to being permanently deactivated?

Her command was clearly rhetorical, for she lowers her head further, digging her claws into what remains of her scalp.

“Roxy…all this can be fixed…” you say gently.

“No it can’t!” she snaps. “I already checked. Parts and Services is a pile of rubble now.”

“Well…what about the loading docks? Maybe we can at least find some new eyes for you…”

She scoffs. “Oh good. Then I can see myself. Because feeling all this isn’t bad enough,” she sneers, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Roxy--”

“FINE!” she growls, pushing back from her vanity abruptly. If the chair weren’t screwed into the floor she surely would have toppled it over. “Fine. Let’s just go.”

You flinch nervously, nodding. Remembering her blindness, you quickly say, “Okay. Here,” you say gently putting a hand on her arm.

“Don’t touch me!” she snaps, though she sounds somewhat less defensive and a bit…nervous? Embarrassed? With a huff, she adds, “I’ll just follow your footsteps.”

You bite back a sigh. “Alright,” you say patiently.

You lead the way out of her green room towards the long stairway down to the loading docks. You’re not about to risk trying to take the elevator.

“Here, careful on the stairs,” you say, gently taking her arm again. This time she allows it, albeit with some reluctance as she gives you what probably would have been a withering look if her faceplate had been intact.

It’s a long way down and neither of you want to rush. The sound of your softer footfalls and her heavier ones as you both pick your way down the stairs echoes through the stairwell.

Thud. Clunk. Thud. Clunk. Thud. Clunk.

You watch her carefully. She seems too focused on making it down the stairs to be too sulky for the moment. Small blessings, you suppose. Still, the silence is only stretching out your descent.

“It sounds like one of your knees is out of alignment,” you say eventually.

“The left one,” she confirms a bit gruffly. “I can manage.”

“I can see that,” you say gently. “It took me awhile to notice something was even wrong. You carry yourself well,” you say, smiling a bit.

Roxy grunts in acknowledgement, but doesn’t preen even a little at the praise. That’s unusual for her…compliments usually cheer her up.

“Maybe I can find a new hinge while we’re--”

“Why are you doing this?” she cuts you off.

“W-What do you mean?” you ask, stopping in the middle of the flight of stairs.

“Don’t play dumb. You know what I mean,” she says. Before you can speak, she continues, “This whole place is finished. Nobody’s coming back to rebuild. What’s the point of you patching me up?”

“I told you, Roxy…I was worried…” you start as you resume your climb down the stairs.

“Why?”

“Because I care about you!” you say, exasperated as you reach the bottom of the stairs. You keep your hand on her arm as you make your way down the corridor, and she doesn’t protest.

She snorts. “You care about a pile of scrap?”

You wish she could see the glare you give her at that. “You are NOT a pile of scrap! You’re just a little scuffed.”

“More than a little,” she huffs.

You sigh. “Okay, maybe a little more than a little,” you admit. You force a smile. “But hey…I’m the perfect tech, remember? If anyone can get you fixed up, it’s me, isn’t it?”

You weren’t normally any kind of braggart. Roxy had been the only one to ever call you the perfect tech, though you feel like that was almost more a point of pride for herself rather than for you. As if she were praising herself for being deserving of the best tech more than she’s praising you for being the best tech. But you still liked hearing it…and sometimes it really did seem like she was directing the praise at you.

Roxy turns her head towards you, her ears swiveling forward. It’s hard to read her expression with her broken faceplate, but eventually one side of her mouth ticks up into a small smile. “...Yeah…” she admits softly.

You squeeze her arm gently, careful to not touch any of the sharper broken off bits.

Once you get to the loading dock, you guide her to sit down on a crate while you look through some of the recent part shipments.

The fire had somehow spared much of this place, but the collapse of P & S had rippled partially through the area and several patches of ceiling had fallen, knocking over piles of crates and leaving the whole place in disarray.

Eventually you find a crate that has the P & S stamp on the wooden slats, and figure that’s a promising place to start. You grab a crowbar and begin trying to pry it open in any way you can.

Roxy’s ears perk and she turns towards you. “What are you doing?”

“Trying--urg--to get this crate open,” you grunt.

She stands and walks towards you. “Let me,” she says. She reaches towards you, trying to determine your position.

You take her hand, your fingers weaving in hers for a moment before you guide her hand to the crate.

“Thanks,” you say, stepping aside.

“Well…pretty silly to make a human do all the heavy lifting,” she says, digging her claws into one of the planks. The wood splinters and creaks and is readily ripped free.

You smile weakly. “You’re right…these arms would never have a fraction of your strength,” you say. Jokingly, you lift your arm and flex…only to realize Roxy won’t be able to see it.

Probably for the best. It was a dumb joke anyway.

She snorts, actually preening a bit as she pulls another board free. “Even busted…” she agrees softly. Her tone is slightly melancholy…as if she doesn’t fully believe it.

She pulls another board free, and you put a hand on her shoulder. “I think that’s enough for now,” you say, guiding her back to the crate she had been sitting on before.

You begin pulling the smaller boxes from the shipping crate, cutting them open and rummaging through them, looking for anything usable.

Once again, the silence stretches on.

After finding nothing useful in the first two boxes, you glance back at Roxanne. Her hand is over her face, her middle finger slowly tracing the cracks near where her eyes had been. The quiet isn’t doing her any favors.

You shove the box you were looking through aside and pull out another, cutting it open. “Roxy?” you break the silence.

“Mm?” she grunts, still more focused on her faceplate than you.

“You…d’you um…remember that time we ran out of driver bots and that angry dad yelled at me?”

She pauses briefly, turning her head towards you. “What about it?” she asks before going back to feeling her faceplate.

“You remember what you said to me?”

“I called you an idiot.” Was that a touch of guilt you detect in her tone?

You laugh weakly, nodding. “Yes. But you remember why?”

“For letting a loser like that get under your skin,” she says plainly.

“Right,” you say, smiling. “I think about that a lot, you know.”

Roxy scoffs. “Really? Freddy said I was too rude,” she says. If she had eyes she would have rolled them.

You let out a gentle chuckle. “Well…maybe a bit,” you admit, earning a slightly sulky huff from her. “But there was truth to it, y’know? And I think about it a lot. It uh…it’s…helped me. Deal with people like him.”

She cants her head, one ear flicking curiously. It’s a cute expression even with her broken faceplate. “It…did?”

“Yeah,” you say, pulling out another box and opening it. “I-I mean…you were right. I knew he was a loser but I still told myself his opinion meant something. But it doesn’t, y’know?”

“Yeah,” she agrees quietly.

The conversation lapses again, and you try to resist the urge to slow your search in order to come up with a new topic. Luckily, it is Roxy who picks the next topic.

“You remember that time a birthday party ran long, and I was late getting back to the recharge station?”

You freeze. Oh you do remember. You remember that evening well. The animatronics tend to get a little quirky when their battery dips below five percent. Something about a power save mode cutting power to random systems. Usually mobility, but somehow, their…inhibitions, for lack of a better term, also seemed to go by the wayside. As far as you know nobody ever quite understood why, but it was a little like getting loopy from lack of sleep, or even a bit tipsy.

Roxy smirks, hearing your stunned silence. “You do.”

“Y-Yeah…I…I wasn’t sure if you did, though.”

“I remember the important parts.” Before you can start to wonder what the “important parts” are in her mind, she continues, “You’d finally used that salon voucher I gave you for your birthday. Gotten your hair done. Actually wore it down. I never understand why you hide such long pretty hair up that bun.”

You fluster a bit. “Th-The dress code--”

“Oh, you do it without the dress code,” she scoffs, flicking a hand dismissively.

You clear your throat awkwardly, pausing to rub at your cheeks as if you can wipe the blush away. “W-What’s your battery at, by the way?”

She snorts. “Just an idle wondering?” she smirks. “It’s twenty-two percent.”

So it’s not her low battery talking…

Roxy continues, “You know…if you can find a set of replacement eyes…I wouldn’t mind seeing your hair down again,” she says, actually sounding wistful, of all things. You don’t know if you’ve ever heard her sound wistful.

You sigh softly, running a hand over your chopped off hair. “Y-Yeah…” you say, noncommittally.

She glances at you questioningly, sensing something in your tone. But before she can comment, you cut open another box, and find it has the spare eyes you’ve been looking for.

“Found the eyes!” you say. Some of the happiness in your tone is genuine. You grab two amber ones, going over to her. “They’re just standard optics, so you won’t see as well as you’re used to, but…it’ll do for now,” you say, guiding her to lay on the floor.

Her smile fades slightly and she nods, reality setting back in. Despite your claims that you could repair her, she wasn’t convinced she’d ever be as good as she was before. “Guess it’ll have to,” she mumbles.

You put a flashlight in her hand and position her arm to shine it down on her faceplate, giving you light to work with. Your toolkit is beside you, with some extra lengths of wire and soldering iron to work with. As you cut away the burned wires, murmuring apologies whenever Roxy flinches, your mind drifts back to that evening.

Her power had been at one percent when you finally coaxed her into her recharge station. Before you did, though, she had leaned down and pressed her lips to yours. You think she had been trying to nuzzle your cheek. Even “drunk” you don’t think she wanted to kiss you like that.

Neither of you had ever spoken of that night again, until today. She must not remember the kiss, you decide. She wouldn’t bring up that night at all if she did.

The truth is you’ve carried a small flame for her ever since then. Or perhaps a little longer, if you were more honest with yourself. Nothing you couldn’t ignore most of the time, of course…but something that had occasionally managed to put a bit of warmth in your heart when you allowed it to.

But none of those silly little what-ifs you’d allowed yourself to daydream of would ever come to pass now.

You wire in the eyes, then carefully fit them into their sockets. As they come online, the attached eyelids blink shut against the light.

You quickly turn away, keeping your back to her as you pack up your toolkit. “Th-They working okay?” you ask. It’s silly to turn away like this. You can’t possibly delay her seeing your scar for more than a couple minutes. Why even bother trying?

She moves the flashlight out of her eyes and sits up, looking around. “Yes,” she says. She pauses. “...Better than I thought. I forgot the standard optics still have night vision.”

You laugh weakly. “Another thing you have over me, then,” you say in what you had meant to be a good natured tone, but you couldn’t quite keep the melancholy from your voice.

Roxy catches it and glances at you curiously. She stands up, then reaches down a hand to help you up.

Well. No more putting it off.

You bow your head slightly as you turn to take her hand, letting her pull you to your feet. When you stand before her, you finally lift your head to look into her eyes, giving a small, tentative smile that borders on apologetic.

Roxy stares down at you, her mouth opening slightly in surprise. “Wh-What…happened…?”

You sigh, glancing away slightly. “I-I…got to work early, and…I was upstairs when the fire started. It…spread so fast I…had to cut through some pretty bad areas. I-I mean. I guess, something like that…I-I don’t really remember…” you say, your voice starting to shake.

Roxy’s hand is on your cheek, turning your face back towards her as she examines your scar.

You feel your face growing warm. “I-I don’t know how I got the scar, really…The EMTs found me passed out in the employee parking lot.”

Roxy smiles sadly. “You were strong enough to save yourself.”

You blush deeply at the compliment, lowering your gaze. “I-I guess so…”

She runs her thumb over the scar, tracing the ridges of the shiny, discolored skin. “Can it be repaired?” she asks, her tone more gentle than you’ve ever heard from her.

You shake your head, resisting the urge to nuzzle into her palm as you do. “Not…really. My hair will grow back and the scar will probably fade a bit, eventually, but…it’ll…probably be pretty noticeable for the rest of my life…” You feel tears brimming at your eyes and force out a weak laugh. “C-Can’t really…uh…s-switch faceplates on a human…y-y’know?” you say in a wavering tone.

Roxy hums quietly, bringing her other hand up to cup your other cheek. “No need,” she says, lowering her head and gently nosing at your scar.

Your breath stills at her words, your eyes widening in surprise. You’re almost not sure you heard right.

She pulls back, smiling down at you tenderly. “You’re still beautiful,” she murmurs, leaning down and pressing her lips to yours.

#fnaf #fnaf roxy #fnaf roxanne #roxanne wolf #roxy x reader #roxy x y/n #fnaf security breach #my writing #apologies to everyone waiting on the next chapter of stereo souls #my brain just does this sometimes #i can only focus on the third item in my todo list #sometimes i can glitch tasks into third place to work on them but other times i just start a random new project

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unidentifiedseacreature · 1 year

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Roxanne Wolf Headcanons

Links to other characters at bottom of post

General headcanons to know beforehand

- They all love Dance Dance Revolution but no one can prove who the best is

- Meet and greets usually happen once or twice a day after performances. They're like at disneyland where you can meet them, get a picture, and chat for a few seconds

- Monty, Roxy and Bonnie are much more laid back hanging out in their attractions/on stage. They go a little stiff in front of fans

Roxy 🐺

- Most competitive

- Not a sore loser but her self esteem can be affected. She will usually keep it to herself

- Practices way too much at the racecourse

- Only seems overconfident and cocky because she knows she's good at racing

- More a 'master of one' than a 'jack of all trades' but also enjoys golfing against Monty and streetfighter games

- Sibling relationship with Monty. Very competitive but extremely intune with each other and their boundaries

- Really appreciates Foxy and him having no hard feelings about being replaced by her... but will never admit it

- Thinks Freddy can be a little over-sincere but admires his work ethic

- Although still good, probably the worst with kids. She's more aimed towards the teens

- She may be good with kids but that does not mean she likes them

- Though I can totally seeing her getting really attached to like one kid and carrying them around everywhere on her hip

- Finds her merch a little cringe but proudly declares "they've got good taste" when seeing anyone with her merch

- Prefers the more self aware teens because working with teenagers all day can be a lot of effort. Jokes with Chica about cringey teen stuff

- Likes talking shit but it's all fun and games

- Seems standoffish but only uses it to judge if she's going to like someone or not

FNAF Character Headcanons

Glamrock Freddy

Montgomery Gator

Glamrock Chica

Daycare Attendant

Glamrock Bonnie

Glamrock Foxy

DJ Music Man

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theyanderespecialist · 10 months

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Roxy's Bunny (Headcanons) Yandere Roxanne Wolf X Animatronic Non-Binary Bunny

#YandereRoxy #YandereRoxanneWolf #YandereFNAF #RoxyFNAF #FNAFRoxanneWolf #RoxanneWolfXReader #Reader #NonBinaryReader #NonBinary #AnimatronicReader #FNAF #FNAFSecurityBreach

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a new chapter! This one is a really old request from the archive of our own! So I hope that you all enjoy this!

(Disclaimer: Roxanne Wolf is not yandere in canon, this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously. Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine, just do not be illegal or gross about it. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon. Yanderes are not ideal partners to have!)

Once again, please enjoy this!]

-Headcanons with Yandere Roxanne Wolf X Animatronic Non-Binary Bunny-

.Roxy liked this new animatronic.

.You were the new bunny animatronic at Bonnie Bowl.

.Your stage name was (Name) Bunnie. Or Bunnie for short!

.Roxy loved the sweet little bunny you are.

.Though she was too shy to tell you how she feels about you.

.With you Roxy is overprotective and clingy.

.Only she is good enough to be with you.

.So she scares anyone away from you, her sweet bunny.

.She also loves to pull on your fluffy tail.

.Making you squeak and fluster she finds it adorable.

.She loves to tease you and make you flustered.

.She is obviously the traditionally male role of the relationship.

.Most of the time at least.

.She is the one charming you and protecting you and filling the courtship role very nicely.

.You are he sweet little bunny and man is she smooth with you.

.Until you start to show her affection then she becomes flustered and shy.

.She adores it though when you give her attention.

.It makes her feel amazing and wanted and she loves it.

.When you show others attention though she gets grumpy and salty and jealous as all hell.

.You are hers and you should only give her your attention.

.She knows she is number one and she will be your number one no matter what.

.She deals with rivals by either scaring them away or outright hurting them to make them back off.

.She also would be willing to unalive them as well. NO One takes you away from her

.She also is not afraid to threaten other animatronics or bots.

.You are hers!

.If someone were to hurt you? They would be dead.

.She also DOES NOT trust Monty or Vanessa near you AT ALL.

.Never lets you out of sight if she can help it.

.Always hovering around you.

.Will growl at anyone who tries to touch you or looks at you the wrong way!

.Would confess to you in the most romantic way she can manage.

.A nice date where she confesses how she feels to you.

.If you say yes, you sealed your fate you are her partner and she is never ever letting you go.

.Say no? and she is a bit more aggressive with you she is hurt you said no.

.But she will think someone else is in the way and she WILL Find out who so she can get rid of them once and for all.

.Then you will be all hers! and Hers ALONE! Forever.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Finally got this one done! I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy all my sexy muffins![

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hotpinkboots · 7 months

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Hello, hope your day is going well. 🤗💕

I'd like to request a Roxanne wolf x reader HC where reader has anger issues and Roxy ends up being the chill one in comparison.

Thx if you write it, and regardless I hope you have a lovely day 😌💕

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~𝕽𝖔𝖝𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖊 𝖂𝖔𝖑𝖋 w/a Darling That Has Anger Issues (Headcanons)~

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Thank you, love, I hope you have a lovely day, too :D

Summary: While the reader has trouble managing their temper, Roxy is programmed to deal with such situations, and always keeps her cool.

Warning(s): None

~Enjoy~

★★★★

ℜ𝔬𝔵𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔢 𝔚𝔬𝔩𝔣

★★★★

~Roxy is programmed to deal with temper tantrums, so she will understand any triggers you have and will always remember it.

~Encourages you out of any situations that could trigger you

~If your frustration ever stems from losing an arcade game, she'll come by and help you beat the level and cheer you on.

~If an employee is rude to you and triggers your anger, she'll make sure to send in a complaint (if the animatronics are even allowed to report the employees)

~Ever feeling frustrated at yourself for being frustrated?

~Roxy comes by to engage you in a fun activity to distract you from it.

~She also gives some good pep talks.

~Roxy also will back off if you need to be left alone.

~Understands if you feel like you're going to snap.

~Roxy doesn't ever treat you like you're some sensitive baby. She treats you how she would anybody else.

~If somebody tries to purposely get a reaction from you, she'll first come by and try to break it up in a calm and cheery manner.

~But if they keep pushing your boundaries and harassing you, she'll call an employee over to take care of it.

~She's very good at chilling out with you and helping when needed.

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~Love, PinkBoots

#pink's fanfic #fnaf #five nights at freddys #fnaf sb #security breach #fnaf security breach #five nights at freddys security breach #roxy #roxy wolf #roxanne wolf #roxanne wolf x reader #roxy x reader

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roxyvegs · 10 months

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headers torydarius like

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pizza-glitter · 2 years

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Hello, I’m not sure if requests are open, but could I request glamrock gang with an s/o that has a lot of facts about animals? Kinda like Casual Geographic. Please

This was an interesting one! :0

CW: Bugs

Sharing Animal Facts

💜Monty🐊

- He loves hearing alligator facts and takes each one so personally - "Deathroll!" basically becomes his "Parkour!" (and it usually means he's about to do something stupid - He also likes to use the facts you give him to tease his bandmates - Saying things like "Why don't you go hibernate about it, Fazbear?" while giving you the most over the top 'see what I did there?' look

💕Chica🐔

- She thinks that every single animal you show her is the cutest thing on the planet - Surprisingly, she has a soft spot for cockroaches and other bugs - As soon as you mention them, she'll take you down the sewers to show you where she likes to feed her "little buggy friends"

💚Roxy🐺

- She immediately starts to decorate her room with any pictures of wolves she can get her claws on - Wolf facts will start to work their way into her pep talks too - "Your hair is beautiful, your tail is beautiful, your exactly 42 teeth are beautiful..." - "You're NOT a loser, your jaw strength is unrivaled among canines..." - She's also lowkey competing with Monty on whether gators or wolves are better

💙Freddy🐻

- His bookish personality means he likes to collect new information whenever he can, so he's always coming to you with animal questions - However, some of his questions can remind you that he spends most of his day around kids - "(Y/N)! I have heard that giraffes can reach heights of over 100 feet and are also quite cool! Is this true?" - You'll also hear him sharing the (corrected) facts around the PizzaPlex

#bugs cw #fnaf security breach #glamrock chica #roxanne wolf #glamrock freddy #montgomery gator #chica x reader #roxy x reader #freddy x reader #monty x reader #monty gator

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spaciebabie · 2 years

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introducing...y/n and their animatronic wolf girlfriend (they don't know roxy has claimed them but will figure it out eventually)

did you know i'm also a roxy enjoyer? well, now ya do

#damn y/n how many partners you GOT???#fnaf #fnaf sb #security breach #five nights at freddy's #roxanne wolf #roxy fnaf #fnaf roxy #roxaaaane roxaaaane all she wanna do is party all night #roxy x reader #roxy x y/n #y/n #self insert #reader #i really love drawing her ;-;#hair so flowy so SPIKEY #moon edition to the sun cuddle post coming soon #((it's just one pic lol but i'll spruce it up n add color))#spacie scribbles

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thegayestmferintown · 6 months

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

#springtrap x reader #moon x reader #sun x reader #freddy x reader #monty x reader #bonnie x reader #chica x reader #foxy x reader #roxy x reader #roxanne x reader #x reader #no ask #polls #poll #fnaf x reader #fnaf movie x reader #fnaf #five nights at freddy's x reader #five nights at freddy's

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arcadias-hell · 8 months

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I was wondering if you could do one where you're a girl and one of the murdered kids from Freddy's pizzeria but a little bit older than them like 13-15 years old, and since there were only the four suites in parts and service William Afton put your body in the twisted Wolf animatronic so that's the one you possessed. And after all the years you're found by the Fazbear pizza Plex and they decide to put you on display to show the parents and kids an original animatronic, even though you're pretty scary looking and your voice box is quite broken and distorted the kids love you, but at night when you come to life you get angry and start breaking things, so the other Animatronics come and see you breaking things, they try to calm you down but that just makes you even more enraged, until Roxy somehow sees a glimpse of what you looked like before you were killed, and she says your name, since the missing kids files were download into there systems Incase you kids would show up one day, so when she says your name you turn to her and she somehow manages to calm you down, to the point you're over come by saddens and collapse to your knees, but Roxy comes over and hugs you and just comforts you until you tell her what happened to you and the others, and she just hugs you again telling you that you're safe now and that she and the others will help you and keep you safe now. Sorry if this is a long request.

hi! im sorry if this is rushed! SB Twisted Wolf!Reader

In the dimly lit corners of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria Plex, she lays dormant. A forgotten relic from a grim past, she was once a child, much like the others who had met their untimely demise within the old pizzeria's haunted halls back in the days. But she was different – older, wiser.

Her consciousness, connected to a monstrous form, resided within the nightmarish animatronic known as the Twisted Wolf. With a body that bore the scars of years of neglect and decay, her existence was a haunting paradox. Hidden away, she awaited the moment her twisted fate would intersect with the modern world.

That moment came when the pizzeria underwent a long-overdue renovation and old relics were uncovered. Workers stumbled upon her form and decided to put her on display in the small museum on rockstar row, a relic of Fazbear's dark history, under the guise of a "vintage" attraction and a simple horror attraction.

Children and parents marveled at the grotesque animatronic, oblivious to the tormented soul trapped within. Her voice box was broken, resulting in distorted, nightmarish sounds that only added to her eerie presence. The children, with their innocent curiosity, seemed strangely drawn to her, finding fascination in her distorted being.

As the sun dipped below the horizon and the moon cast its eerie glow upon the pizzeria, something changed within Twisted Wolf. A surge of anger, borne from years of torment, welled up within her. In the dead of night, she awakened, driven by a vengeful force that compelled her to break free.

She rampaged through the pizzaplex, tearing down decorations, smashing tables, and causing chaos. The other animatronics, sensing the disturbance, rushed to the scene. Freddy, Chica, Monty and Roxy, the familiar faces of the pizzaplex, attempted to calm her down, but their efforts only fueled her rage.

Amid the chaos, it was Roxy, the newer addition to the animatronic cast, who saw something others didn't. A fleeting glimpse of what the Twisted Wolf once was, a scared child betrayed by the world. With a stern, yet concerned voice, Roxy spoke her name, a name long forgotten in the annals of Fazbear's dark history.

"Y/N."

The sound of her name, the name she had almost forgotten herself, pierced through the maelstrom of anger. The Twisted Wolf turned her monstrous form to Roxy, her animatronic eyes locking onto the newcomer. A strange sensation gripped her, a glimmer of recognition amidst the chaos.

Roxy, sensing a chance to reach the tormented soul within, spoke softly, "Y/N, it's okay. You're safe now. We're here to help you."

Tears welled up in the Twisted Wolf's animatronic eyes, her voice box emitting broken, mournful cries. She collapsed to her knees, the weight of her tragic past bearing down on her.

Roxy, undeterred by the horrifying exterior, approached Twisted Wolf cautiously, extending her arms. She wrapped her metallic limbs around the monstrous animatronic, offering a comforting embrace. The other animatronics watched in silence, understanding that something great was unfolding.

As the Twisted Wolf's cries stopped, she found her voice, the distorted tones now laced with sorrow. She began to recount the horrors of her past, the events that led her to this cursed existence. The tale was one of betrayal, darkness, and the tragic fate of the other children who had perished alongside her.

Roxy listened, her empathy unwavering. She whispered words of comfort, reassuring the Twisted Wolf that she was no longer alone, that they would protect her, that they would be her new family.

In that moment, something extraordinary happened. The memories of the missing children, long stored within the animatronics' systems, began to resurface. The Twisted Wolf remembered their names, their faces, their laughter. And as she shared these memories with her newfound friends, a sense of belonging, of unity, began to take root.

Together, they vowed to confront the darkness that had haunted them for so long. With Roxy as their guiding light, they would unravel the mysteries of their past and seek justice for the horrors inflicted upon them. The Twisted Wolf, once a harbinger of fear, had found her redemption in the arms of her newfound family.

And as the night turned into dawn, the animatronics of Fazbear's Pizzaplex stood united, ready to face the challenges ahead and bring closure to their long-forgotten past.

#fnaf x reader #roxanne wolf x reader #roxy x reader #fnaf #idk what to tag ill be fr

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dragonjesterwrites · 1 year

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May I have some marriage headcanons with either Glam Chica and Roxanne and Mimi please?

Glamrock Chica and Roxanne Wolf marriage headcanons

Absolutely! Gonna do just the Glamrocks for now, I'll probably do Mimi in just a short bit 👌

Also lil sidenote, we're rounding out the Security Breach animatronic crew, only need Freddy and DJ now! (Here's the link to Monty and Bonnie + Sun and Moon marriage headcanons)

✨️🐔

Chica's been dreaming of her wedding ever since her first few months of activation- she was first introduced to the concept when two of the P&S techs got married, and they happily explained it to her during one of her initial weekly checkups

She keeps a scrapbook full of pictures she's cut and pasted together over the years; dress concepts, decor ideas, buffet spreads, etc. Once a week, she would sneak into the Daycare after hours, and Sun and Moon would help her with it, excitedly bouncing ideas off of each other and using as many craft supplies as they can get away with. She usually leaves with a few new pages full of colorful concepts.

Once one of you proposes, they surprise her with a handcrafted dress, her favorite one, looking like they pulled it straight out of the scrapbook. It's gorgeous, with embroidered vining flowers and streaks of vivid colors running up from the bottom.

The wedding itself is held on Music Man's dance floor, and they sneak in (with the DJ's permission) a full banquet table, laden with food for you, Chica, and any trusted human guests. The ceremony is held on the stage, with Music Man showering you both with flower petals after you kiss.

The reception is held on the dance floor, and everyone dances/sings karaoke into the night. Chica sings you a rock ballad she wrote herself, it's very romantic and very sweet (and absolutely bangin)

🐺🎸

Roxy's the complete opposite of Chica, she's never been bothered about weddings, but hey, if it's something you really want, then she'll help work something out- she's already the best at racing and keytar, how hard could planning a wedding be?

Anyway, after several fits of frustrated yelling and stomping about (why is finding good decor so hard in an entertainment center??) she enlists Moon's, Chica's, and Freddy's help. Moon, with his high security clearance, helps retrieve hard to find things such as rings and a copy of an officiant's script, Chica does much of the decorating and bakes the cake, and Freddy provides emotional support.

The engagement ring she picks out to propose to you with is one of the biggest/most colorful/unique ones, whichever sort she thinks you'd like best. Only the best for her boo 😤

Chica, Freddy, and Moon spend a lot of nights coaching her through her own proposal speech. She keeps getting nervous and going off script, and then they have to stop her from eating the script out of frustration.

Roxy's not a fan of formal clothing, or clothing in general for that matter, finding it claustrophobic and unnecessary. However, the thought of you in a dress/tux does make her circuits warm, and she wants to look good for you, too- so she gets Sun and Moon to make her a nice tux jacket and bowtie, and Chica combs her hair and tail for her so she looks just as perfect as you.

It takes a lot of time for her to decide on a venue: Daycare, too childish, the DJ's dance floor, too loud, Monty Golf, no way in hell- in the end, she personally clears out the excessive cones and barriers from Roxy Raceway, throws colored sheets over the tall barriers, and hangs a massive disco ball Moon borrowed from storage over the large area she pushes together. She rolls out some red carpet between the entrance, and strings lights over all the walls and dangling down through the gaps in the sheets she tied around the disco ball's cable- ending up with a massive tent, string lights illuminating the pastel colors of the sheets and making everything glow softly. She tries not to boast about it too much in the weeks after your wedding.

#glamrock chica x reader #roxanne wolf x reader #chica x reader #roxy x reader #roxy fnaf x reader #headcanon request

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imjustheremam · 9 months

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REQUEST GUIDELINES

Yes request are OPEN

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Fandoms I will be doing....

141 force/call of duty/Los Vaqueros( it can also be kögin and others) and other Aus

Madness combat/MADNESS: Project Nexus and other Aus

Security breach/Fnaf/Ruin DLC and other Aus

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What I will write

Fluff

Angst (I will try)

Me being tired

Yandere/romantic/platonic Fandom headcanons and reader headcanons

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What I wont be writing because I feel very uncomfortable when I'm typing

Nsfw/smut

Weird kinks

ships like canon x canon or other random ship

Oc x canon because I'm not good nor I don't know your characters

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That's pretty much it also don't be afraid of requesting me or ask any questions, anyway byeeee have good night or good day.

#madness combat x reader #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #cod x y/n #cod x you #hank j wimbleton x reader #monty x reader #monty gator x reader #yandere madness combat #fnaf security breach #security breach x reader #roxy x reader #fnaf x reader #fnaf x you #fnaf x y/n #madness combat headcanons #madness combat x player

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balloonboyismyson · 11 months

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A Brush on a Vanity (Roxy x Reader oneshot)

You are an assistant to the Freddy Fazbear Mega PizzaPlex's band and hold some serious feelings to Roxy. One night while you are saying good night to everyone, Roxy asks for a favour that you will cry happily every night thinking about for the rest of your life.

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Roxy was… perfect. Well, in your eyes, anyway. You remember it so clearly- the day you’d seen her for the first time. She was a straight A attention-grabber with her gorgeous eyes and pristine hair, dancing her heart out on stage with her keytar in hand. It was hard to tell if you wanted to be her, or you wanted something you never thought too hard about.

When the position as the band’s assistant had opened up, you didn’t hesitate to send in your resume. It was a brutal two weeks, but when the phone call came in to ask for an interview, you honestly almost cried. You were so excited to start working for everyone, but most importantly, her.

She wasn’t quite what you were expecting, but you supposed no one was. Roxy was much more self conscious than the persona she gave off. She cared a lot about her looks and often brushed her hair, whether it be with a brush or her claws. At first you had thought it was just a nervous habit, and it probably was, but she also wanted to always look presentable.

No one was allowed to touch her hair, not even staff meant for keeping her looking sharp. She’d let you re-touch her paint if she got chipped, but only if she was unable to reach the area, and that was as far as you could go.

It was never a problem, though, because you understood her boundaries and you respected them, unlike others. She often lashed out at employees for overstepping, something she was yelled at about time and time again. Monty was threatened with decommissioning over being a jackass in general, but Roxy had been warned multiple times due to threatening staff members.

You’d been called a “suck-up” by certain coworkers for being so gentle with her, but they were easily ignorable. You got to work with her and were at least tolerated by her, so as far as you’re concerned, you fuckin’ win.

You helped the band from 8AM to 8PM. It may have been 12 hours, but honestly, it was pretty manageable. Sometimes, if the place wasn’t so busy towards clock-out time, you stayed a little longer to chat to everyone. You didn’t get paid more, obviously, but that was fine.

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Freddy was always love to talk to. He was so sweet, and it was always so nice to be able to have a conversation with him before going home. He, however, was only the first on your list to visit. Next was your beautiful star, Roxy. You briefly considered seeing her at the end, but it was easier to just go in order.

The only thing you could focus on was your heart thumping in your chest as you walked towards her door. She had asked the first several times you went to see her if you were okay, but you were always honest and told her you were happy to see her. Her worry every time was replaced by a sly smile and a new cockiness to her mood.

You knocked on her door after taking a second to cool down, and you could hear a brush being placed down alongside her loud stomps. Her door slid open, revealing a big smile across her face. Her mouth couldn’t quite actually smile, but she could smile with her eyes, and man was it beautiful. “Hey, ya made it! Come in so I can tell ya about one of today’s birthday parties!” Roxy’s voice was filled with excitement, her voice growling slightly with the intensity of how she spoke. “Ooo!!! Tell me, I’m all ears!”

The two of you sat down on her plush couch and got to talking like you hadn’t seen each other in years. She spoke about the events of today and you listened intently, nodding along to let her know you’re focused on her. It’s so adorable, she always basically flails her hands as she talks. It’s a losing battle, but you’ve been trying so hard not to adopt her mannerisms. Sometimes while you’re talking, someone’ll high-five you mid conversation and totally throw you off. The idea of making Roxy stop by interfering with her hands is something you will never do…

…unless you’re doing it because you want to hold her hand(paw?) because she is so lovely. The mere idea of holding her paw makes your face go red. You have accidentally touched her before and you were instantly infatuated with how fluffy she was. Had she been a closer friend, you’d have hugged her as tight as you could.

It was impossible to stop the ever-growing smile on your face. Her voice was so nice to listen to, almost like white noise. She seemed pleased with your smile and continued to talk about her day until she ran out of information to share. The two of you sat there in silence for a beat or two before she looked away and down. Her hands balled into fists as she closed her legs tighter than before. She often tried to hide behind a mask of ego when she got shy, so seeing her be somewhat antsy was a surprise.

“Hey,” Roxy’s voice was low, rumbly and somewhat quiet, “can you do somethin’ for me?” You looked at her with genuine curiosity. “Of course, whatever you need!” She lifted her head and while still looking away from you, she got up and went over to her vanity. She picked something up and made her way back towards the couch. Sitting uncomfortably and slowly looking at you, she held her hand out and you instinctively did the same. Her eyes were trained on the glass behind you as she placed the item into your hand- a brush.

You looked up at her confused. Her ears pinned back as she moved her gaze to her slightly quivering hands in her lap. “Could.. you please… brush me- my hair?” Your eyes opened wide, sparkling with the words that are now swirling in your head. “I get to brush your hair? I do?”

“J-just because the back of my head’s hard to reach!” Her arms were tightly squished together against her chest and her eyes were slammed shut as she said it. Your mouth curled into a huge smile again and your heart started beating even faster than it was. “I-I would love to! Thank you!” It came out like you were thanking her for letting you brush her hair, but honestly, that’s what it was.

She seemed like she regretted the request immediately after asking because she realized her tail started wagging when you said yes. The sight made you feel so ecstatic to be here with her right now. You stared at each other before she remembered that in order to brush her hair, she needed to turn around. She did so quickly, grabbing her tail in the process. “Would you like me to brush your tail, too?” It was an innocent question on your part, but the idea would have flushed her cheeks had she had the capability.

“N-no! No thanks!” She yelped as she waved her hands intensely in front of her face. You forced down a chuckle and replied “Okay!” to her.

Before you placed the brush to her head, “I’m gonna start now, okay?” came from your lips. Roxy seemed to stiffen as you asked. She hadn’t expected you to let her know what you were doing, but she did as close to a sigh as possible- she knew she should have. “‘Kay.” Was all she could get out, but with the new permission, you started down her locks. You had assumed it would be an easy task anyway due to how good of care she takes of it, but just to be safe, you start from the bottom anyway.

You placed your hand under her hair as you began to brush her. Her hair was really soft, somehow softer than her body. Tonight was the luckiest you had ever felt. Sitting here with your favourite animatronic, sitting in her room brushing her hair. You continued up her hair, brushing as lightly as you could as to not risk ripping any strands out.

It’s like you predicted- her hair was already perfect, not a single snarl to be found. Still, you brushed through all of it multiple times. Each time your brush approached the top of her head, her ears parted to the sides, almost like she could sense your hand was trying to get in-between them and she needed to give you as much space as possible to brush. She may have been holding it, but her tail continued to wag as much as it could with each passthrough.

You made sure to brush against her head as well, and each time you did her tail wagged even faster. Towards the end, had you not known she was an animatronic, you’d have thought she was asleep. She had seemed so peaceful, it was upsetting when you knew her hair was too soft to brush through anymore.

“How was that, was it okay?” It was just brushing hair, but you felt like if she didn’t enjoy it your life would be ruined. “T-Thank you.” Was all she could utter. She turned around to face you, and she looked at you with such big puppy eyes. Your face flushed again at seeing her look <em>so adorable.</em> “H-huh? Why’re you looking at me like that?”

Before you could tell what was happening, she pulled you close to her in a tight hug. “That was… nice… thank you.” Seeing how happy she was was enough to pin-point this as the best night of your life, and you hoped more nights like this would come again.

#Roxy sb #Roxy Security Breach #Roxy x Reader #Roxy x Y/N #Roxy FNaF #Roxy Five Nights at Freddy's #FNaF #Five Nights at Freddy's #FNaF SB #Five Nights at Freddy's Security Breach #writing

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