#sunnydrop x female reader
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Would You Smooch a Killer Robot? [X] Heck Yes - Chapter 6
Notes: I know my fellow Sunnyfuckers have been waiting for this one. Also, whoops, I kinda popped off with my own headcanons oopsie daisies
That moment when you're trying to be horny and you accidentally make Sunnydrop a yandere... oop sorry besties
CONTENT WARNING: Yandere, possessive Sun/Moon, dubcon that rapidly turns into very-enthusiastic-con
CHAPTER 6: Dusk to Dawn
You awoke some time later, surrounded by plush softness with a bouncing tune beckoning you to rise.
“...hwa…?” You groggily moaned, blinking sleepily as the light stung your eyes.
“Oh! You’re finally awake!” An almost annoyingly-chipper voice greeted you, and as your vision fully came back you noticed a yellow blob dancing before you.
You scrubbed at your eyes with your fists before blinking warily at the blob as it came into form as a dancing animatronic with the face of a sun. “... Huh?”
“You sure slept a while!” The grinning animatronic patted your head and sat next to you with his legs crossed. “I was worried Freddy wore you out too much!”
“... Who?” You raised an eyebrow. “Where am I?”
“Oh, where are my manners?!” He thrust out his hand. “Welcome to the Daycare! You can call me Sun, Sunny, Sunnydrop, whatever you want!”
Hesitantly, you took his hand. His grip was firm, and so was his shake. You scanned your brain for where you could have seen him before… and then you remembered.
“Oh, you’re the sun guy!” You exclaimed. “I remember seeing a poster of you somewhere!”
“That’s me!” He gave you a thumbs-up. “And since Freddy left you with me, you have to abide by the rules. Do you know them already?”
You shook your head.
“Okay! Rule one…” then he leaned in, and his voice dropped an octave, and you felt a shudder go down your spine. “... Keep. The lights. On.”
You smiled weakly, leaning back. “And…?”
He straightened back up, and to your relief, his voice was back to normal. “That’s it! Of course, naughty language and kicking, punching, fighting, and other things are also prohibited, but the light is really the main rule!”
“Cool…” you glanced around the strange little room. It was more akin to a cave, really, with pictures plastered around the walls and a strange little arcade machine buzzing away in the corner. How the heck was there even power in here, considering the entrance looked like someone bashed it in…?
“So what do you like to do for fun?” Sun bounced in his spot. “Fingerpaint? Stories? Arts and crafts? Ball pits?”
“Sleep,” you yawned.
“No, you can’t go back to sleep now! You just woke up!” Sun rested his hands on your shoulders. “C’mon, new friend! Let’s do something!”
No wonder he was in a daycare. He was just a little too energetic for you. Maybe you were getting old?
No, I can’t be getting that old, kids these days just have a lot more energy, you groused. Oh no, wait, now I sound like my parents.
You shook your head and tried to snuggle back into the pillow. “Sleep.”
“Are you really that tired?” He questioned, almost sadly.
You opened one eye to see him drooped over like a wilting flower. Though he had that grin on his face, he didn’t look anything but dejected.
Sympathy struck your chest. You remember feeling that way all the time, getting disappointed when people didn’t want to play or hang out with you, be it friends, classmates, clubmates…
Heaving a quiet sigh, you sat up. “Alright, I guess I could play for a little bit. I’m still a little sore though, so nothing strenuous.”
“Yes!” Sun was back to his bouncy, happy self, and he helped you from the little bed of blankets and pillows and patted your back. “I can’t wait! It’s been so long since I had someone to play with after hours, it gets so lonely at night!”
You felt a wry smile tug at your lips at his words. “Lonely, huh…”
“And Vanessa never wants to do anything with me,” he huffed. “And the other animatronics never visit, either! It’s just me!”
He bounced in front of you and grabbed you into a hug. “But now that you’re here, we can do so many things!”
Your eyes widened as he lifted you off the ground. Just how strong was this beanpole? He was only lifting you up by your armpits!
“Boy oh boy, we can do so many fun things!” He continued, chittering excitedly. “We can draw, we can play in the ball pit, we can drink Fizzy Faz until our heads EXPLODE and have a slumber party!”
You chuckled weakly, patting his wrists. “You can put me down now, y’know.”
“Oh! Sorry!” He set you down with a laugh. “Let’s go!”
True to his word, you ended up doing a lot of different things. He led you around the massive area, bringing out supplies upon supplies and letting you pick what to do. You admittedly had a fun time indulging in your inner child, drawing with him and laughing yourselves silly as you drank Fizzy Faz. Thankfully you’d brought a spare toothbrush and toothpaste with you in your bag, otherwise you would have felt guilty about going to bed with a mouth full of sugar.
Sun proved to be just as fun-loving and energetic as he’d been at first meeting, though he did try to subdue it when you didn’t match his energy. He was kinda cute - no, scratch that, he was hella cute. You came to quickly realize why the kids got him as an attendant.
Still, one thing nagged at you, and that was what both Sun and Vanessa had mentioned to you earlier - what about the moon was so dangerous? If he hadn’t hurt any children yet (only traumatized them, which is so much better, your brain snarked), what would he do to you?
Geez, Nessie, you remembered yourself jesting. You’re talking about it as if it’s gonna try to murder my face if it gets dark.
Not that you wanted to test it, but as your time together went on and you found yourself looking at Sun more and more, the more you wondered.
“What’s on your mind, friend?” He asked, stirring you out of your thoughts.
“Oh, nothing,” you deflected with a shake of your head and a smile, taking the last swig of your soda. “I’m getting kind of tired again.”
“Okay! Do you want to go back up and play some more?” He asked, holding out his hand for your empty can.
“We could just talk, or whatever.” You nodded in thanks as he took the can.
“Alright!” Sun skipped off to dispose of the cans and you got up, stretching your tired muscles.
What time was it? You reached for your phone in your back pocket and felt something crinkle against your fingertips. Frowning, you pulled it out - and was greeted by some Glamrock Freddy-themed notebook paper.
Hello, (y/n)!
I hope you don’t mind, but I dropped you off in the Daycare to rest up. I had a lot of fun with you earlier. Make sure to drink plenty of water and eat a healthy snack. Come back to visit me soon!
-Freddy
You smiled softly at the little bear sketch at the end of the message, as well as the neat handwriting. Sweet, yet to the point. Definitely Freddy.
Shaking your head, you put it in your other pocket and pulled out your phone. When you turned it on, you frowned at the low battery warning, as well as the time. It was just after 4:40.
That doesn’t give me much time, you lamented with a frown. I still haven’t met up with Vanessa yet.
“I’m back!” Sun announced, extending a hand. “Let’s go!”
You took it, and as you walked, he skipped beside you. The firm grip on your hand meant your arm bounced with him, and you found yourself smiling at his antics.
“So, Sun,” you began, causing him to look over and pause mid-stride, “Am I really the first one to play with you after the kids leave?”
“Yes.” For a moment, his demeanor grew more sullen and his voice dropped. But then he was turning to you with a chipper, “We’re having so much fun, aren’t we?”
“Yeah,” you agreed, squeezing his hand. It was pleasantly warm. “Surprisingly, I am.”
“That’s great! I’m so glad!” His head whirled around as his bells jingled. “You sure are fun to play with! The children like to do their own thing, but you, you play games with me!”
His words were eager, happy, and your heart twisted even more when you thought about how lonely he must be. You knew kids could be unpredictable and oftentimes mean or messy. With how anxious he could be to please (you had told him you didn’t like a certain flavor of Fizzy Faz and he panicked as he went back to get you your favorite kind), working with kids must have been stressful for him.
Imagine that, you thought sardonically. They gave the damned children's animatronic fucking anxiety. I’d be surprised, but Freddy and Monty have dicks that cum freaking soda-flavored… something.
“Say, what’s that room I woke up in? That doesn’t look very safe,” you observed as he led you up to his little alcove.
“Huh? That?” He pointed to the little ramshackle spot and scratched the back of his head. “I don’t really know. One day it was just there! I don’t…” he leaned forward and his voice dropped again. “I don’t… remember… ”
You raised an eyebrow at him as he crept towards it, reaching out to touch the jagged edges of the wall.
“The boy…” his voice, intense and deep, made your heart skip a beat. “The…”
“... Sun?” You questioned, quiet and confused.
He slowly craned his head around to stare at you for several long seconds.
Something about him felt different. Dangerous.
You stepped back. What the hell…?!
Then he shook his head. “Sorry, friend! I don’t know what happened there!”
You eyed him, laughing nervously.
“Anyways, what do you want to do now?” He hopped in place, fiddling with his hands. “We can play the arcade game some more! Or- or I can bring up some drawing materials! You wanna paint?”
“I kind of just want to sit down,” you admitted. Your legs were still sore, and while getting up and walking around had soothed that ache somewhat, it was still uncomfortably present.
“Or we can sit down!” He was quick to add, gesturing to the hole in the wall.
You bent down to climb in. You couldn’t stand up all the way because of how short it was. Geez, did a kid make this? But how would they get back here?
Sun followed you in, sitting crisscross-applesauce on the floor as you settled onto the blankets.
“So!” He clasped his hands together. “What do you wanna talk about? Ooh, I have stories about the daycare!”
You sat back, holding the plush Bonnie he’d given you. Your thumb absently stroked the plush’s head as he began talking with exaggerated movements, telling you stories about the kids.
“--And there was Susie, she was such a nice girl!” He added. “Always hungry. I hate to remind her about snack time because it makes her cry.”
You smiled with a shake of your head. “Sounds like you��ve got your hands full, huh?”
“Not all the time!” He replied. “Sometimes an older boy comes in and helps me with the little ones! What was his name…”
He paused to think, and at the same time, your phone vibrated. When you pulled it out to read a text from Vanessa, his voice became glitchy and deep.
“Mi- ch- ael,” he uttered in a deadpan tone. “Michael…”
Freddy told me he left you with the daycare attendant, Vanessa’s frantic text read. GET OUT OF THERE NOW!
y whats wrong you texted back with a frown.
You didn’t have enough time to wait for her reply as your phone abruptly died.
Cursing under your breath, you opened your mouth to interrupt Sun when all of a sudden the power shut off.
“NO!” He shrieked, backing away from you with his hands over his face. “No, it can’t be-- not yet, not yet!”
“What’s wrong?!” You exclaimed, reaching for him.
“Run! Run away from me!” He kept yelling. “I don’t want to hurt my friends--!”
You gasped once you realized. Shit. It’s about time for the power to go off.
Scrambling to your feet with Sun’s panicked screaming following you out of the little room, you tried your best to ignore your screaming muscles and run away.
Fuck, I left my bag! You screeched to a halt in the daycare arena, looking back up at the alcove desperately. Can I go back for it?
A malicious laugh echoed from the platform on high, forcing you to look up as bright red eyes and little glowing stars stared at you from the darkness.
“It’s past your bedtime,” a gravelly, sing-song voice taunted.
“What the fuck is that,” you breathed in terror as you stepped back.
You heard mechanical wires warbling as the animatronic flipped down from the platform, and you frantically looked around for it.
“Where are you?” You shouted, gripping your dead phone tight.
More giggling, this time closer to you.
Before you could react, something grabbed your arms and forced them behind your back, shoving you to the ground. You could only turn your head to the side in time to prevent a painful impact, the breath punched from your lungs as you stared up at the robot.
“Naughty, naughty girl,” its voice snarled, and a freezing hand was dragged down your face as you winced away. “I know what you di-iiid~”
“I’m not afraid of you,” you bit back, with fear in your quivering voice.
“Naughty girls need punishment,” it continued as if you hadn’t spoken. “Or would that be a treat for you?”
“Huh?” You got out intelligently as your jeans were yanked down.
What the fuck? You thought, before its cold fingers cupped you through your panties. Oh. OH.
Your curiosity superseded your nerves, and all you could think was tell me this thing doesn’t also have a dick.
You sharply gasped as he fondled you, fingertips teasing at your folds and thumb hooking into the side of the fabric.
“So wet already,” he cooed, face coming down near your ear. “Even though I helped the bear clean you up… you little bike.”
You turned to stare up at him in alarm. “You mean-- you knew?!”
“How could I not?” He giggled, his deep voice reverberating through your head. “Poor Freddy was so worried, hoping he hadn’t broken his new friend,” his voice darkened. “But he isn’t here to take you away this time. No, no… you’re my friend now. And I’m not letting you leave!”
Biting your lip to stifle another whimper, you felt him tug your panties aside and plunge one freezing finger inside of you, shocking your system. You arched your back, pressing your chest into the ground as he plunged the digit in and out. Loud squishing noises hid your panting as you spread your legs wider.
“F- fuh,” you moaned. “Aah…”
“How adorable,” he giggled maniacally. “You made the same noises when we cleaned you up. I wonder… how loud can I make you?”
Spreading you open with his thumb and last finger, he added another digit to your burning insides. Your walls gripped and quivered deliciously around his fingers, and he uttered a low groan that made your pussy clench. You gasped at the contact and his grip tightened on your wrists.
“Whuh-- uhn-- M- Moon,” you keened. “Fuck--”
“Nuh-uh,” he tsked as he withdrew his fingers. “No naughty language in the daycare.”
“I’m sorry...”
“Are you?” He patted your ass just firm enough to make you flinch. “Don’t make me punish you.”
“Yes,” you nodded rapidly, trying to wiggle your hips back onto his fingers. “I’ll be good, please just keep going.”
“This is supposed to be a punishment.” He sounded irritated.
“I’m definitely getting punished right now,” you snapped. “Please, Moon. Please keep going.”
“Naughty.” He swatted you again and you yelped. “Just this once.”
You mewled as his fingers returned, teasing and grinding against you in your best spot. You squirmed against his hold, the pressure building way too rapidly in your gut for you to properly enjoy it.
“Agh, Moon--!” You cried out as his other hand reached around to press your back to his chest. His hands teased around your chest, fondling you through your shirt. “I’m so close, please…!”
“Do it,” he hissed into your ear. “Come for me, you filthy thing.”
You gladly did so, crying out into the empty daycare, your voice echoing as you gushed around his fingers. HIs other hand gripped your boob almost painfully, and you could hear him groan sinfully into your ear.
As you sagged against his grip, his fingers popped out with a squelch - and he grabbed your wrists again. The second you felt something hard binding them together, your eyes went wide - and you began to struggle.
“Stop it! Stay still!” He snarled, pushing your face further into the ground.
“What the hell are you doing?!” You yelled, gritting your teeth as you stared up into his red pinpricks of light.
“I’m going to leave my other self a little present,” Moon snickered as he tied your wrists tighter with the jump rope. “Be a good girl and give me your legs.”
“What--?!” You tried to kick, but he easily seized your calf with your arms tied up.
Gripping your legs tight, he spread your knees and crossed your ankles together before pulling out more jump rope and tying them together. You made a low noise of pain deep in your throat as he tied them back, interlacing the two jump ropes together so that you were snugly flat on the ground with your legs behind you in the air like a trussed-up turkey.
Moon got up and admired his handiwork, his permanent grin seeming even more malevolent with the light from his eyes illuminating one half of his face.
“Won’t he be surprised,” he giggled, squatting down to stroke a finger across your panties and relishing in your startled gasp. “He’ll never tell you, but he’s grown very attached to you by now. I don’t think he’ll let you escape that easily~”
“Moon, c’mon,” you pleaded quietly, struggling against your bonds. “I’m not going to run, you don’t have to tie me up like this.”
“Of course I do!” He snapped, and the fierce tone of his voice made you shrink back. “I know you’re lying! They all do!”
“All…?” Your little murmur went unheard as the animatronic began to rage.
“I have nobody to stay, nobody to keep me from losing my mind!” He ranted, pacing behind you with his hands gripping the sides of his face. “They all leave us! They all escape!”
“Moon,” you tried again.
“No!” He thundered. “Ever since she came… something’s wrong with our code. The children fear us, don’t you know? Nothing has been harder than being forced to watch yourself lose everything left!”
You stared in silent shock as he laughed madly, throwing his head back.
“Bonnie was the first!” He crowed. “But he will not be the last! We’re next - we all end up scrapped eventually!”
The lights began to flicker on above you. You watched for the first time as Moon’s entire body was illuminated briefly. The lights on his clothes went dark, replaced by Sun’s striped pants. Moon looked up, apparently shocked, before he shook his head.
“Time’s up,” he hissed, pointing to you. “Have fun in the Sun…~”
The lights completely came back on, and you watched as Moon stood stock-still, the hat falling into his waiting hands. The rays of Sun’s head came back out and his eyes switched back to their welcoming white.
He blinked, looking down at the hat before finally noticing you.
“AGH!” He exclaimed, hurriedly kneeling down beside you. “Are you okay, friend?! Did-- did I hurt you?!”
“Quite the opposite,” you grunted, attempting to bring your knees together as your cheeks flushed. You felt way too exposed for this adorable robot to see.
“O- oh, I see…” His voice sounded a little lower than usual, curiosity and desire buried deep within. “Do… do you want help…?”
“Please,” you threw your head back to try and look at him with pleading eyes.
“Sure! I can help…” his hands gently went to your hips, marveling at your soft skin. “I can… help… ”
His warm hands trailed down to your knees, cupping them and stroking your skin. “Wow,” he murmured in amazement. “So soft… so pretty…”
“S- Sun?” You squirmed on the ground, yet you couldn’t see what he was doing.
“I forgot how soft and warm adults could be,” he breathed. His energetic façade was gone. “You’re even softer than I thought you were before.”
You bit back a whimper as he ghosted his fingertips across the back of your thigh, right down to your wet lips. His thumb brushed down your slit before parting you open, and you could feel his stare burning into you as he pulled you apart with his other thumb.
“Such a pretty pink,” he praised as he studied your blushing folds. “I really, really like you, (y/n)...” His voice dropped an octave. “Do you like me?”
You gasped sharply as he sank a finger into you. You were still wet from your orgasm and the sucking noises that rose from your pussy made you flush a darker red from embarrassment.
“You’re tight,” he said in delight. “Just like before, you’re pulling me in! You must really like me!”
“Please, Sunny, please,” you begged, trying to thrust your hips back onto his finger.
“Patience, patience!” He chirped, and one of his hands left you as you heard him rustling around in his pocket. “Aha!”
You were about to question what it was he found, but froze when you felt something big against you. They did not.
“I found this in your bag earlier! I didn’t know what it was, but Freddy was very helpful in telling me!” You could hear the smile in his voice as he prodded your lips with a phallic object. “Let’s play another game, buttercup~”
You relaxed somewhat. Thank God. That’s just my dildo.
Then you frowned. Wait. That’s the line? They’re fine with giving every other animatronic in here a dick, but they draw the line at the damned daycare guy? You paused. Actually, no, that one’s fair.
You were broken from your thoughts by him slipping the head inside - and you moaned loudly.
“My, my, my!” He laughed, before leaning in with a teasing voice, “Someone’s being naughty~”
He held you down, hands sneaking around to grope at your chest, and you felt him shallowly thrust into you, the toy inching forward into your tight heat.
Soft whimpering escaped you as he pressed his front to your back, the buttons of his clothing digging into you through your sweater.
“Hey, hey, (y/n),” Sun whispered. “Do you wanna know something?”
You barely managed a soft “Mm?”
“I really like you,” he giggled. “I’m so happy you came to the daycare. You’re so much fun to play with!”
You immediately caught on to the sultry double-meaning of his words when he thrust his hips all the way in, smacking against your bare ass. Your mouth dropped open in a pleasured cry as the toy filled you just the way you liked.
“That’s it!” He encouraged, squeezing your chest. “How loud can I make you yell, hmm?~”
Without warning, he began pistoning himself back and forth. Wet smacking sounds filled the daycare along with your loud moans as he aimed randomly, hoping to hit the right spot.
A few thrusts in, he found it, and when your pussy clamped down on him he gasped in delight. “Now I can really make you dance!”
Your eyes rolled back into your head as he began grinding into your g-spot, fireworks exploding in your brain. Each wet ‘squish squish squish’ from your cunt sent sparks of pleasure right to the core, building your bonfire of desire deep in the pit of your belly.
Heat roiled and licked at your insides as you arched against him, attempting to meet his thrusts with your own as you feebly attempted to make your body work against your restraints.
“You’re being so good,” he praised, nuzzling your cheek with his face. “C’mon, cum for me! I know you want to!”
You quivered and shook, your body overheating as you felt the coil of arousal within you twist and twist and twist…
…until it snapped and a wave of euphoria washed over your exhausted body. With another loud cry, you came again, Sun’s encouraging voice egging you on until you were utterly spent.
He watched over you until you fell limp again, pressing his face to your cheek and praising you.
“Such a good girl,” he cooed, as he finally untied your numb arms and legs. “I hope I didn’t wear you out too much, we still have so many games to play together!”
Your legs flopped onto the ground with a weak moan, your own fluids dripping down your legs as he picked you up.
Supporting your back and hooking an arm under your knees, he carried you out of the arena and up to his room.
As he settled you down onto the blankets and pillows of the little cavern inside, he settled you down into his lap and spread your legs apart, your strap-on dildo resting against your lower back.
“So pretty,” he cooed, stroking your thighs before reaching down and stroking your blushing lips with his thumb. When you jolted in his hug, he giggled. “So sensitive! Did we play a little too hard?”
“Mmmah,” you moaned, your head lolling against his shoulder.
“I’ll have to take care of you now,” his voice grew more tender as his thumb sank inside. “Ooh, you feel so nice inside…”
“Suh-- Sun…”
“Mmh, Sunshine,” his voice dropped into a husky tone that sounded eerily similar to Moon’s, but less raspy and demented. “I know you’ve been playing adult games with the others…”
He took out his thumb and added another two fingers, curling them and thrusting them up. “Freddy was only one… but Roxanne, Monty, Chica… I’ve seen them all use you.”
He whispered into your ear as he pressed a thumb to your clit, “You’re really naughty, aren’t you?”
You keened, melting into his embrace as that little bundle of nerves sent shocks through your system.
“But that’s okay,” Sun continued to speak lowly into your ear, “because you’re with me now. I’ll take care of you here. We’ll play so many fun games together! Wouldn’t you like to stay?”
You couldn’t think, and you couldn’t force your tongue to move. All you could do was moan and writhe as he worked you to his own ends.
Sun giggled again, nuzzling your cheek with his. “You feel so good in here… your hole is just sucking me in!”
You began dribbling down your thigh, and once the droplets hit his pants, he teased, “Messy, messy, you’re making a mess~ I need to clean you up~”
Your back arched, your teeth grit together, at one particular press against your clit. Your body spasmed and you cried as your pussy once more gripped his fingers like a vice. Sun cooed happily as he led you into your third orgasm.
“Good, good girl,” he sighed happily. “I love playing with you, (y/n)!”
Your vision was fading with your exhaustion, and as Sun cupped your cheek with one hand before plunging the other back into your pussy, you thought you heard someone else’s voice before you blacked out…
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Pairings: Established Sundrop/Sunny x Fem!Reader, Light Moondrop/Moon x Fem!Reader
Au: Mobster au (?)
Warnings: Mention of drinking, mentions of kidnapping
There they were, the two most extravagant folks this side of the city. The dame with her deep blue dress sat at the bar, her friend wandering off to collect what he assumed they really came for. Those two were simplistic in wants and deals, neither having had their names with heavy influence until recently. The Lady and her possible Tramp had carved their own path through this crime ridden city with a switchblade knife and a cigar. Her nails, well-manicured, tapped impatiently against the wooden bar top. Oh now he had to know to know more, he shook his glass of whiskey and ice before making his way over. He slid into the seat beside the young woman, his hat gently tipped over his eyes and suit crisp. She turned to him with her lips gently parted. Her sweet, gentle eyes met his and for a moment his thoughts spilled away. So this is how she manipulated countless rich, cocky men.
“Well hello, what’s an Angel like you doing in a little hole-in-the-wall place like this?”
“Angel? You flatter me, Sir.” Her honey coated voice slid off her tongue with such ease he’s certain his mechanical heart would’ve stopped if he was any weaker of a man.
“I don’t mean to Doll, you’ve got an air about you not fit for this place.”
“Are you implyin’ something?”
“Maybe, All’s I’m saying is you and me could easily get out of here.”
“A bit of a playboy, huh? I’m sorry but I’ve come here with someone.” She practically purred out the words and, as if on cue, her friend had returned with a suitcase. The blue of his eyes scanning over the situation as he walked up. Now, Moon was certain he could’ve convinced her to leave with him had he not arrived. She would be a good capture, the leader of an opposing family.
“Something the matter?” Her friends gaze remained on her as if waiting for silent confirmation. She closed her eyes and tilted her head down.
“Yes everything’s quite all right, this man was simply keeping me company. Isn’t that right Mr…?” She extended an invitation but didn’t turn her head even slightly over to him.
“You can call me M.”
“Well, you sure were getting close to my wife.”
“Didn’t mean to encroach on your territory, I assure you. Simply saw a young woman at a bar alone, would you have not done the same?” He brought his whiskey a tad closer to him and watched the others movements in case a fight was to break out. Oh but this gave him a lot to think about, the leader was married and this surely complicated things, now didn’t it?
“I suppose I would’ve.” The man huffed and gently extended a hand for his wife, she stood carefully. The yellow of his rays glowing under the bars dim light. Her extravagant dress shifted as she stood, showing her right leg through the split of her dress. The two appeared almost beyond comprehension. They truly were beautiful together, ghostly as if apparitions. At last her gaze met his once again.
“Thank you for speaking with me Mr. M, otherwise I might’ve gotten myself a bit tipsy.” She giggled and brought a gloved hand to her glossed lips. It was only then he realized she had the eyes of a predator, her stare was narrowed and hunting. She wasn’t just a little house cat as he had wrongfully assumed.
“Yes, of course.” Well, his plan had failed. It wouldn’t be very easy to pull her away as he’d hoped. The two walked right outside of the bar, the woman grinning.
“It all went according to plan.” The sun mumbled and opened the door of their car for her.
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i featuring ! gender neutral! reader, glamrock! freddy, montgomery gator, glamrock! chica, roxanne wolf, sundrop, moondrop.
ii warnings ! romantic relationship, reader is shy-ish, just tooth-rotting fluff random drabbles with a very small amount of angst ( if you squint ) and ( mutual ) comfort, mention of sleep deprived reader, i don't specified any mental issues, but i do describe readers struggles which could be identified as anxiety.
iii note ! pretty much old works in progress i never finished so i made drabbles instead <3
iv excerpt ! you could get used to this, the asphyxiating sensation of a long day slipping away, other times a laugh to befall your lips despite there's half of his body missing and you are borderline in tears, but all common human sense has gone out the window and died a sad death on the street below before a semi ran over it at full speed and that metaphor got gruesome quick, which means you have been spending too much time around the glamrocks and the glamrocks drama.
freddy loves you.
in a tender (and embarrasing) way you couldn't hate; from the dopey grin, the biggest, happiest wave whenever he sees you from across the room and vivid wiggle of his ears, freddy is evidently smitten.
you already knew, sort of. he wasn't the subtle one, anyways. but you weren't the qui vive type either.
maybe it was easy, you supposed, to pick up on your mood as easy as it was to notice freddy's blue eyes are much more brighter when the light bounces off him. he'll smile at you, sharp canine teeth and soft voice greeting you. maybe he was just overly friendly, with the way he held your hand as though you're the center of the universe-and he's just some random robot bear caught up in your gravitational orbit. maybe you were a little too hooked up in his fondness that it hurts.
how he loves you, did everything he could to hear the sweet bells of your laughter and see your smile. how he hug you every single day, he emanated a sort of warmth that didn't feel artificial despite its source, almost like an embrace that was only second best in comparison to one of the bear's actual hugs. the soft, constant ticking of his inside machinery like a soft lull soothing you into a relaxed, sleepy state.
freddy never let you go home upset, and he always take the time you needed to be comfortable with speaking your thoughts. he knows the way you like your pizza, the music you prefer so he can hum them when you are feeling particulary nasty, your favorite spot on the couch of his green room between the freddie's plushies. he knows everything, doesn't he?
"are you alright, superstar? You seem a little off. shall i escort you to a first-aid station?"
the voice echoes somewhere near inside your skull, and you snap. all hope for sweet words is thrown out the window entirely, blood thrumming through your veins like electricity.
you whip your head up so fast you could feel something cracked uncomfortably to see none other than freddy's soft, glowing blue eyes staring at you with something akin to worry. you hum quietly, slowly dragging your gaze to freddy's chest.
"just peachy" you can hardly settle your nerves. you uneasily inhale and seek resolve, exhaling the timid emotion with a shaken sigh "apparently there's no problem with your system, you can close your tummy now"
you back off, the corners of your lips tremble, quiver and quake, as he lifts up. freddy has the ability to look so grateful to you for his routine maintenance in a way you were lowkey successfully diverted every single time.
your job isn't even that great, really, there's no need to tell me how amazing i am for taking care of you after a kid puked on your cavity chest, frederick, but your heart always welcomed the tenderness of his praises.
"i am... truly sorry, (y / n). it appears it's showtime, but i would hate to leave you by yourself..." freddy's sad voice always makes you feel in a way that suggests you enjoy throwing puppies into traffic, and freddy was a particularly kicked one.
how an animatronic could sound so apologetic about something he is supposed to be programmed to is going to be your biggest question, (was it your fault?), but you don't feel out of place; you wonder if you're supposed too. you wonder it again and again.
"i'm feeling ansty, freddy. i'm not going to die or somethin', s'okay" you suck in a sharp breath when freddy's face went through ten shades of griefs in five seconds at the solely thought of you getting hurt. you were glad he didn't notice the smack at the back of your neck after visiting monty's gator golf.
"still, i fear for your well being. i can stay with you as long as you need to." kind, glowing blue eyes almost looked apologetic, only cementing the gnawing anxiety in your stomach. you chew the insides of your cheeks until it aches.
"would you?" you ask, trying to ignore the continual light shaking of your hands. you choke up as if displayed before a monstrous live audience, mouth dry and throat bobbing.
of course. obviously. you are his exception, to every rule he'd had made for, for every boundary that was so necessary to never cross. he is freddy, who calls you his superstar in such a genuine, proud way that made you feel important, because he always mean it. freddy, who asks about your day but that's neither here nor there when he's looking at you like the moon. freddy, no matter how big and renowned and revered he becomes, he cares for you in every shape and form.
charmed and ensnarled, you made a motion for the bear to lean over, which he obliged, and you hold freddy's face with warm hands, palms burning; hot and clammy as your racing pulse pumps wildly, resting on his cheek as your thumb traces little circles. he sighed of bliss (despite the lack of lungs), fluttering his lids as if his current placement had been an alleviation to any source of his conflicts.
his expression warmed your heart until overwhelmed. rhythmic pattering of his system soothed the ache of your head, your eyes almost closed when he started raking his fingers along your own hands.
you bring your face closer to the bear's face and poked his nose with your own, giggling to yourself at the squeak it sounded out. it's a kind of comfort, a subtle one, for both.
"it's okay. i need to get back to work and you be ready for the kids!" your mind run a mile a minute, but the smile hung from your lips didn't falter. freddy looks a little less torn, still holding concern in his neon blue eyes.
"i'll always be worrying about you, superstar, no matter what..." freddy nuzzles his mouth into your scalp in something you know is a kiss. "but i do trust you. let us meet up as soon as we are able to."
with a fluttering heart drumming within the swell of your chest, you tossed your hands into the air, throwing your head with a breathy laugh.
"sure!"
the animatronic returned his smile as much as he was physically able to, then placed his hands on his knees in order to rise back to his full height. he made eye contact with you in front of him one last time.
"please promise me you'll be safe." his expression visibly softens at the contact, smile mirroring yours
"i will, i will."
with one last fond look, the animatronic headed off to the stage, his loud, clanking walk following him as he went. emotions were fickle things, and only made a person unstable, irrational.
"uh-huh, and by the way, freddy!" you gulp when you find yourself center of his focus once his head turn around, but your gaze harbors riotous determination. maybe you just want to be irrational for once "i love you"
and he absolutely lights up. His smile is so bright it's nearly blinding, the vibrations of his own laugh almost feel like an earthquake shaking up your heart. he wiggles his ears just again, and he opens his arms for you to jump in and tugs you closer so he can feel like you are the only one in the world, his whole universe.
"i love you too, superstar!"
you already know. and you feel so lucky for it.
monty tends to break.
a matter of fact. your mind had stored a quite lengthy recording of your own voice yelling afterwards. ("what do you mean monty lost an arm!?"). the series would repeat until heavy exhales began to breeze past the split of your parted lips.
other times him successfully erecting a melodious laugh to befall your lips despite there's half of his body missing and you are borderline in tears, but all common human sense has gone out the window and died a sad death on the street below before a semi ran over it at full speed and that metaphor got gruesome quick, which means you have been spending too much time around monty and the glamrocks drama.
what else is new, though? other than monty being romantic and, hell, monty being romantic, without even meaning to be.
carries your work stuff as insignificant as it could be, wrap an arm around your shoulder when you're cold, hovers you over his shoulder any time you are feeling tired (theres no need to), let's you cling to his arm (and feels so proud when you do), keeps an eye on you to prevent rude costumers, holds your hands from behind when you're trying to play golf and hit unsuccessfully, he is oh so careful whenever he wants to initiate a kiss and enfolds a hand around your neck and gentle pull in his direction before he lets your lips collide in the tip of his snout.
you know he is romantic even when he thinks he’s being so slick— so smooth doing that. he wants to think he doesn’t look like it much, therefore he’s very much in love with your physical affection. you had fixed monty up with efficient, gentle hands. you'd done it all with a frown and no shortage of eye-rolling, but you'd done it.
but monty is romantic where it counts, too. are the gifts pretty? yeah. do you look good in the monty theme hoody? you look good in everything. he makes time for you after hours. does he still get a little out of control from time to time? yeah, sort of. but that won't stop him from escorting you to the exit with a puppy eye looking and sad flicking of tail because your shifts aren't enough for him.
he's romantic, and it's because he thinks about you all the time. because you run around his mind, looking at him with both eyebrows raised everytime monty abruptly discovers he's staring blankly at you with his mouth partially open and pressing a kiss to the cold metal casing of his jaw for good luck before his performance like he means something. he's romantic because he knows it takes work to keep you almost as much as you know the way he breaks.
even in the non-literal manner.
"somethin' happen" you whispered into the quiet room, silence present and actively eating away at your spoken acclamation "be gentle with yourself, you deserve better."
it could be accurate, considering the place was pitch black, save for the small streams of green light that slipped between the corners of the star beneath you. you hadn't even changed your attire clothes, you couldn't even recall how long you laid on the couch in monty's green room before losing consciousness and after feeling monty's heavy body looming over yours, nestled between your legs with his snout in your chest and close to your heart.
monty is huge, menacing and colossal, he could easily reduce you into a timid clump of cowardice that writhes beneath his hold, but you like it too, the weight of him over you is comforting. he is careful about crushing you, anyways. most of the time.
he growls, your heavy lids fought against the descending motion the soft rumbling that his chest made against your skin. occasionally, you would crack open an eye to peek at the time and perk an ear to listen for any indication he is having a malfunction. just in case. (what do you mean monty lost an arm!?). your gaze travels from high to low, optics seeking a source to distract yourself from the weight of his awaiting stare.
"what do you think i deserve, sweetheart?" his voice box worked without having to move his mouth, but it was muffled through the wires and casing of his body. it makes him sound much more worn out, you guess. and somewhat mocking, in any case.
monty never has efficiently voiced whatever nonsense clutters that tireless cranium of his, but he acknowledges your pain as his own. your lips drawn south, monty drums his hand past your uniform and into the flesh of your waist, shrugging under the cold metal fingers with a gasp. he requires reassurance no more than you.
"c'mon, let me-" you tried to push yourself up using your elbows, but his palms are slide down to snug at your hips with an immovable weight, heavy and pillared, to prevent your escape, as if you though of leaving him.
"you're a little nuisance, aren't ya?" he rambled. spilling whatever random scene were to display beneath his eyelids. you had a sneaking suspicion that he was just about running on autopilot.
hitting your head in the cushions again, your hands meekly settled upon the length of his shoulders, eyes scarcely searching for vibrant hues of crimson, split from his stare whenever he smugly simpered at your expression of coy.
you reach out to the star-shaped sunglasses, but he takes advantage of the opportunity and nestles his snout into the delicate skin of the crook of your neck. it almost makes you giggle. one of his arms wraps around your waist a little tighter while the other skirts around your shoulders to cradle the back of your head. you smell of fresh cotton, vanilla, and mint, and monty can feel his circuits go foggy.
your gazes don't meet- he doesn't want to be seen. he doesn't want you to see him. not right now.
yet you understand why, he doesn't have to tell you, either; because he feels so heavy like this that you can't bring yourself to care, so you keep your lips thinned and sealed, and instead you caress his back and hold him, patronizingly brushing his mohawk back now that it had been messed and was falling.
chica likes to spend time with you.
the idea of it was hard to swallow, that you really and truly cared so much about him. but god, if he didn't crave it. if he didn't yearn for it with every bit now that he finally surrendered to it. it was easier to sink than swim, and you was a pleasant ocean to drown in.
even if that means learning how to play the guitar at two a.m in the middle of your shift.
it doesn't matter that much, really. she (somewhat) always manages to keep you a little longer by her side, apparently for working purposes and oh, vanessa! i saw gregory playing around roxy's raceway again, shouldn't check him out before he gets hurt? is enough excuse so you can dissapear mysteriously for the next hour in chica's green room with chica inside. no one ask, either.
you wonder if it's a sort of agreement with the staff, you wonder how she did it, too; but you can't bring yourself to care when she likes literally taking care of you, as well.
because chica loves the way you beam at her when you notice your favorite snack in her hands when you arrive chica's green room late for her daily checkups, (sometimes they are two in a row).
she loves the way you feel calm enough to relax against her at the end of each day, memorizing the little touches againts your shoulders to comfort you. you never had to talk if you wanted to, she is okay with your warmth.
you never leave chica's place empty-handed. never! she's always got a gift or a surprise for you. sometimes it's as simple as a leftover from a party she essentially cooked for you, a piece of cake, a cupcake, you name it, even when she has to apologise for eat half the cookies. sometimes it's one of her merchandising shirt, one with a her face print on it and she carried a few times so it smells like bubblegum and candy a lil.
she's leaving pieces of herself with you, so they meld easily into your life. little shows of her that not every would notice, but she can and that's what makes her chest swells and knees weeks. that you are starting to blend with her, so clearly marked.
"snoozing again?" chica boops your nose to get your attention, and when you open your eyes and see her staring at you with so much love, you can't help but want to hide from her sight.
humming in response, you begin to strum some random rhythm with the pads of your fingertips along the strings, eyes periodically observing the twinkle of stars before choosing to gaze at chica's purples optics instead.
"what are you looking at?" you ask instead. a questioning look on your adorable face. gods. she wanted to smoosh your face and hold you.
seeing your slight pout, and droopy eyes were adorable, you looked so tired.
she could visualize you in her couch, covering your head with a pillow or plushie to block out the pink light from the hall when he finally entered for bed. How you would grumble at being awoken, but ultimately curl into her chest for the warmth she offered every night. How she would apologize through a kiss on your crown, all while chuckling softly at your grumpy, and exhausted look.
"you look like you need some love." she coos at you and chuckles, her sistems swelling with warmth and happiness as she finds a spot beside you, dropping his guitar down on the bedside table.
"i always look like this." she chuckles, something warm like the feel of the blankets you were burrowed in. you melted into her touch, the contact soothing after he'd been away for so long.
"you are right! you always look pretty and cute!" she concludes looming over you.
she impishly cups your face as to directly draw you near before he playfully tackles you into a brief series of faintly peppered kisses (little pecks that tickle you half of the time). you let her get a few kisses in, pressing them on your grimy cheeks, then your nose, then your chin, until you are gently pushing her away by pressing your palm into the curve of her. cheek.
"you are tickling me" you let a breathless giggle, covering your face with your hands, smile growing by the second, heart beating wildly in your chest.
"oh, you mean like this?" optics of sterling purple glint with mischief as her fingers spontaneously wiggle along your quivering sides in an effort to extract the echo of a laugh from your lips.
you could get used to this, the asphyxiating sensation of a long, hard day at work rolling away with the mere laugh of chica's voice box over you.
who greedily clutches and detains your antsy frolic by cleaving a palm to the small of your back. who refuses to blink away the lovely sight of your countenance and meticulously etches the mesmerizing taste of your voice into lasting memory
"i-i get it, i get it! stop now!" you squeal. There is a crackling sound from the other end, something like someone choking or several cats with pneumonia. apparently a sound chica loves to hear from you.
chica concludes his ministration with a lingering swipe of his peck, roughly brushing the tip of his own against yours in a child-like eskimo-kiss, sharply when she finishes, as if to signify that she's finished and is now accepting questions.
though you can tell that no such thing is happening, both from the innocent grin she seems to wear and the halfhearted way she's holding you to prevent your fall off the couch. but mostly all you can hear is the rushing of blood past your ears. chica's voice saying you are really cute keeps replaying over and over in your mind.
"there was no need to do that" you manage to reduce your heartrate to something reasonable and non-heart-palpitationy, and she's wearing that fond smile that you are starting to develop adverse feelings towards, for whatever reason.
sweat breaks out along your temple, and you wip at it with the back of your hand.
to your credit, you don't startle. you stand there, feeling wrongfooted and also mildly embarrassed for reasons you can't (and don't want to) verbalize.
"maybe, but i couldn't think in a better way to wake you up" chica says, her tone within striking distance of tender, and you opens his damp eyes to see chicas pulling you closer.
you cling to her stature and draw him impossibly near, grumbling incoherent complaints into her cool skin.
roxy is the best.
everybody knows at this point, even if she beats herself up later.
at first glance, the notion of comparing roxanne wolf to anything that could be described as "peaceful" is ridiculous, dismissible at best. the robot is a supernova of energy and life and ink spills, as well, it seems, as she navigates angrily around the raceway to find something for the black droplets in her hair and somehow manages to look less that a mess.
you send her an unimpressed slate stare when you arrive to her green room for a checkup (read: clean up the ink), though you can feel your heartbeat humming in your chest, tapping out a rhythm against your ribcage.
roxy gives an audible sound of surprise, her eyes flashing with confusion and something akin to embarrassment. her snout opens just a little. probably she wasn't specting you to come along, considering she messed up the race and her appearance. you know her, she hates looking like that, especially if you are there.
you suppress both a sigh and a smirk as roxy growls aloud and glares reproachfully at herself trough the mirror as if the growing mess on the carpet is somehow its fault.
at that, you raise an eyebrow. "do you not require assistance, roxy?" your voice is nothing short of regal, and roxy gapes for a second before she huffs.
"i can do this for my own," she says. her tone is reverent and wondering, and you has to physically clench his teeth to keep from sighing, again.
"it's more easy if we go to parts and service" you say as you take a sit in the couch beside roxy, pulling an embroidered silk handkerchief from the sleeve of your uniform, roxy glances furtively over at you.
she still radiates tireless energy, even as she swipes her own hands over the puddle of ink somewhere in the face and her voice box does a vigorously clicking sound under her breath. Yet somehow, even so, you can feel that she is not mad or angry, is not truly irritated.
she is mad, but only with herself.
in his moment of thought, your fingertips wander and accidentally brush against roxy's hand.
cool.
you almost jumps at the contact, but you are so well trained in the art of masking emotions that you do not so much as flinch. you carrie on steadily cleaning the ink. roxy, however, is an entirely different case.
she jerks, lips parting in question. "what are you playing?" she seems to choke, blinking a few times.
"is there a problem, roxanne?" you asks- quietly, though. you cannot bring yourself to be firm right now, not when you are breathing the same air as roxy and your fingers still remember the coolness of roxy's hand.
yellow eyes bite into you, questions and bewilderment plain in them, but then she just shakes his head and growl.
"nothing, just finish already" the signs might not be all that visible to most people, but to you, they're instantly noticeable.
on her lips were words lost to time as her tongue sat heavy in her mouth, motionless and frozen as she couldn't grasp a retort that were sure to reduce you to a state similar of his own.
you nod and thinks to yourself that roxy really is like a lake, her emotions crystal clear on the surface in a way that belies a complicated, tangled personality. Yet just one tiny pebble, one little act of kindness, can send ripples through her.
you hope you are the only person throwing pebbles into the lake.
there's a certain familiar tightness to roxy's hand as she grips the pillow that has her face printed, the slightest tilt of vast irritation to her eyes when she tries to look the other way. you can read her, all her little burning mannerisms, and you knows at your core, roxy is a raging, smoldering star, sweltering underneath the masks she's been taught are natural.
"it's not your fault, you know. about the raceway" you whisper, almost too low for hear. there's fire there, fire that's almost been smothered, but can be encouraged back to life when occasion calls for it.
it's there, it's real, and you knows it, although he doubts anyone else truly does.
"just a slip, but you did well. everyone loves you, the kids too" you inquire softly, almost gently. she snorts, sort of.
"of course they do, i'm the best! don't tell me you think that get me" she grins, though something falters, sly smile slipping from his cocked smirk of feigned aplomb as her chest palpitated; skipped more than a couple of rhythmic beats.
"nah, but i just feel like remember you-" it's at that moment, when you are thinking of a roxy clad in ink and spiritual pressure, that roxy's hand brushes lightly against her.
warm.
you jump, startled beyond measure, and make a choking sound, as if you didn't seem to have noticed her trailing fingers.
"what?" speechless; at a loss, you suck your bottom lip between your teeths as you clumsily fumbles with your wringing hands.
roxy gawps before she lets a loud chuckle before she sinks into your embrace. roxy weighs you into the mattress, near to leaving you breathless as she knocks you onto your back. she had gasped as if stumbling upon treasure before she clumsily grips at your shoulders with a child's enthusiasm.
"not so tough now, are we?." she snakes her arms around your body and presses even closer, chuckling against your neck when you complain that you can barely breathe with how tight she's holding you.
"that wasn't the point" you stutter inelegantly, and roxy levels her a blank stare of melting ice and thawing snow. you can feel flames beginning to rise in your cheeks, and you swears internally.
you realize you are smiling like an idiot when roxy stifles the chortles and presses her snout in your shoulder, digging his nose into your flushing skin.
she is rolling onto her side to brush her lips across your jaw, onto the hill of your cheek, and behind the lobe of your ear. shr concludes his endeavor with a smile, bliss evident and etching her features. her smile is crooked, lop-sided and hanging, as if she is awed.
you always look like hell. half of the time.
she is okay, this gentle and soft thing, the featherlight feeling of being able to share your pain with someone who's a familiarity, someone who cares.
it is certain, considering that you have to try and survive after every late-night shifts and subsisting on four hours of sleep it's not always enough for your internal clock. you got used to the can of bitterly caffeinated jet fuel masquerading as fizzy faz in one hand.
sundrop is the coffee you need every night.
especially since the woman working alongside sundrop as a helper had turned out to be someone your social relations skills could only describe as unpleasant.
especially since you tried to make her understand her advances were useless, the children don't like her, anyway. first with a few exchanged sentences (she ended up spilling glitter glue to your face and leaving you dripping in the middle of the precinct). then with rather crude gestures of disfavor (which led her to the erroneous assumption that you were somehow envious of her).
it took a long while until you finally snapped and began sabotaging her actively. at some point, it even became more of an amusing pastime that kept your systems sharp and accurate, just like the sundrop's candy that kept annoying moon to no end because you become a hyperactive-mess.
yes, you exchange her perfume and filling the vial with aftershave, programmed her social media to change every single self-portrait into a prerecorded file of sun's choice (“pick rick astley!”), messing up the files of smaller files since she hardly ever occupied herself with them, and was prone to making mistakes subsequently.
yes, they were childish pranks yes, you almost got suspended for a month and yes, "you had to pay compensation for the emotional trauma she went through", but selfishly, you were lowkey proud.
it was the perfect excuse to spend more time near sundrop and his chaotic atmosphere.
there's no one who can brings the light; hangs the stars and moons as if he were not an object of celeste himself other than sundrop. his toothy grin is cheshire, widening and stretching his cheeks as if his elation were uncontainable; contagious.
sundrop gives warm hugs and sways back and forth to make you feel better. every time, without asking. ( apparently he developed a sixth sense when it comes to you. daycare attendant thing. )
its the sort of problem he hates the most because its not one he can solve with his hands.
so he won't bring what upsets you and even avert his gaze from you, but he'll place his hand on yours, softly rubbing his thumb against your knuckles, and that's when you know it will get better.
he always makes sure, in any case. he randomly hugs you when he sees you standing near him. you might be imagining a woman like sundrop's helper to be disheartened by this amount of attention, even if most of it would be considered negative. ( she was strange like that ), when he wraps his arms around you and rocks you side-to-side. it can last seconds, long seconds, until you are giggling and shy, and then he lets you go on with your day as if nothing.
other times he likes to tap to whatever song you're listening to on your body after cleaning up the mess at the daycare, or at least he tries to. the beat is always a little off, too fast or not enough; still, it never fails to bring a soft smile to your lips, especially if he's humming along to it too. sometimes he would brags you to dance along with him.
it's silly, most of the time you two bump into each other, but it never fails to cheer you up.
looking at your bright smile as you laughed at one of his stupid jokes, sundrop can't help but feel grateful that you're in his life.
he's sure the kids at the daycare are grateful as well, even when you say you are not fond of children, as he sees it right now, you're still kneeling down to let the kids put rainbow stickers in your face and doodle with markers (and with glitter highlighters that glown in the dark too ) onto your arms. you're still laughling when you carrie around a little girl like a princess and play with puppets even when you hate getting your hands all sticky from the glue.
a burst of fondness and adoration explodes in his chest, and before he can even think about, sundrop is leaning down to press his face plate to your cheek. is somewhat tender. facial expressions are something he can't make, but you know by the way his faceplate happily turns that he may have the purest expression of his love when he sees you.
your eyes instantaneously descending towards your shoes as you could no longer hold his gape of admiration as he pulls away, and it turns into an embarrassed chuckle when he meets your sleepy eyes and smile.
"i missed you! a lot, a lot, a lot! you’ve been gone so, so long! i was so bored, it’s so boring without you here!” he says in a singsong tone, dragging the last syllable as his finger pokes your cheek.
"i know, duty called" you whisper. which it is a shame, as a night guard you can only see him between breaks and because you had to keep an eye over the helper.
"thank you for helping so wonderfully today! perfect as always!"
he hugs you, carrying you up effortlessly in his arms as he twirled you around; actively wiggles his fingers into the doughy flesh of your midriff as you fail to squirm away. dizzy and laughling.
sundrop can hardly keep himself from giggling along with you, hands carring your body soft and chest swooning as you laugh; seemingly initiating a commencing down of the sun.
his laugh is a breath of fresh air. he is suave and he is charming under this moment of vulnerability, under the split second he bares his heart to you, letting you feel his joy with him as his hand finds its way to yours, holding you as if you were about to shatter.
and you let him, as always. you decided that this is where you'll stayー in sundrops hold, where the heat from his body completely enveloping yours is enough to hush your grief, in which you know you are going to be okay.
in the tiny space you've made for yourself, where you crouched to weep in silence alone, someone has intruded your circle with glitter glue, but it is someone who cares deeply. sundrop knows of your pain, and somehow for now, that is enough.
it's not a matter of fact (as he always says), but you know he lies when he let you sleep five more minutes, or when he strives to leave your knees weak and buckled, inducing your considerably smaller palms to desperately grip at his shoulders as his palms effortlessly laid you down by your hips because just the naughty ones are awake in nap time.
moondrop has a soft spot for you.
and sometimes it gets a little embarrassing. you are pretty sure you don't need to be cradle in moon's arms to rock you back-and-forth like a baby trying to lull you, but he's still enjoy (tease) the way your half-sleep face contorts into a flusttered demeanor, especially whe the children ask why you get to sleep on moon's lap.
the series would repeat until heavy exhales began to breeze past the split of your parted lips
you don't have a choice, though (he makes sure to really tie the blanket around you to prevent your scape). when it's nap time, it's nap time, even for an adult like you.
moondrop knows you need it as much as he need to know you're doing okay, because his obligation is to save you from the cause of your torment; yourself.
he's always subtle, silent; lets his hands communicate for him. moon languidly reaches to brush the tips of his fingers behind your ear, momentarily tucking a lock of hair that would continuously unfold as if to spite him.
drool sheens the parted corner of your mouth, and your hair is akin to the mane of a lion's. you had told him you hate when he keeps staring while your sleep, but he has to admit, the way he's seeing you right now is one of his favorites. his gape is pillared; fixated and immovable from your visage. moon finds himself enthralled with a work of art.
his fingers rouse through your knotted locks, thumb prodding into your temple and stroking soothing lengths into the dimpled flesh as you're muttering incoherent speech, and moon finds himself amused again.
your slumped shoulders no longer quivered a while ago, but the needful grasp of your hands remained adamant as to maintaining a tight clench around his torso. he had sheltered you in his arms, devoid of warmth, his caress is cold. his wintry touch induces an outbreak of goosebumps, but the sensation eases the itch to your body, and the comforting chill is akin to balm.
you have yet to awaken, limbs wildly splayed as your temple nestles snuggly into his neck. moon rests a heavy palm onto your crown, soothingly stroking his palm over your head as you sigh against his metal skin in bliss, already lost to a slumber moon coaxed you.
his thumb trails along your side, and he doesn't hesitate his assault even when you grumble protests from your sleep.
"stop" you mumble, cheeks hollowed and lips ajar "five more minutes." you hardly discern his figure through your lidded gaze, but your skin singes where you maintain contact
hushed snores, faint and distinct, softly rumble beneath the tower of blankets where you sleep. you're snuggled impossibly close, temple pillared atop his chest.
right from the start, you knew moondrop wasn’t one to be overly physically affectionate. it’s not that he hates it or is cold, he simply isn’t used to it.
occasionally, however, he feels the need to be near you. loves the way you immediately step closer into his personal space and squeeze his hand back, not saying anything about this rare display of affection.
he's not easy to love, but he's worth the effort.
he loves so endlessly, with unfiltered promises of something that lasts beyond forever. he pays attention to every last detail, reads in between the finest of prints, his mind is always filled with you, from the bottom to the top, up to the very brim. his eyes miss nothing, and his intuition has honed itself to map you out in every way.
"naughty thing" he says instead and watch, in amazement, your hazy, small smile “we can’t always get what we want" the defensive undertone in his voice almost makes you laugh again. is the same tone that people use when talking to four-year-olds. and a very familiar tone that means he's humoring you.
"but i can, see?" you whisper, with a cheeky grin in your face that tells him you are not sorry at all, before moondrop stabs you in the liver with one of his unreasonably pointy fingers without even looking.
you wheeze before you could stop it. frown on your face, you clutch at your side. you are pretty sure this is what being shot feels like. you try to you punched his shoulder as lightly as possible as you go, but moon dodges you without blinking because he's actually an robot. you huff in complaint.
"do that again and i'm not coming near you" you croak before you manage to sit up ungracefully, forced to bend your legs in a way you're sure no human was meant to attempt.
moon hums in appreciation, because he knows you are lying, so he extends his arms in your direction, and soon you were wrapped in his arms again, leaning into his chest.
the fleeting reaction bridged your skin as if wildfire. your shift starts soon, but neither of you made a move to pull away from where moon protectively caged you. unconsciously pressing his hand on your back were your steadily beating heart is.
moon has the incredible ability to squeeze into any space, as long as you is there.
his actions aren't fast, his hugs not the kind to be quickly dismissed. many of the times he lets you sink into his chest as he holds your waist with his free arm, pulling you as close as he possibly can. he makes sure that when he pulls away; he gets to see that dopey grin on your lips.
he has you, he affirms, right here. moon has no desire to abandon his home in your arms.
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Can I ask for headcanons of Sun, Moon, & Glamrock Freddy being your s/o?
I love you so!
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A/N: I actually had a ton of fun with this one! It's super sweet thanks for the request!!
To add on as well I'm starting an anon list if you wanna be added just say so!
Warnings: Pet names, minor amounts of possessiveness
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Glamrock Freddy
➤ Freddy overall in the significant other department is a standard choice!
➤ kind, loving, and patient with you no matter what
➤ the moment Freddy is pissy with you in a serious sense is the day hell freezes over.
➤ Type to show you you off to his friends no matter what! Hell, you could be in PJs with bedhead and the man would simply gush to his friends about how lovely you look today!
➤ I'm not too sure why but would really try his hardest to have a picnic date with his s/o!
➤ Maybe it's because of all those cheap cheesy flicks Vanessa watches on slow nights with nothing to do..
➤ The two of you together are just the best.. It's akin to how bubbline works in a sense to my little brain!
➤ you two are interesting characters on your own but together you two causes people to foam at the mouth and place bets on who does what
➤ Honestly didn't realize his feelings at first as an animatronic surely, literally you would have to get upset with a frown after him so constantly not getting the hint to start thinking somethings even wrong.
➤ to make up for it expect the sweetest boyfriend out there! Sure he can sometimes act a bit stern but it's for the best!! He truly just wants to keep you safe and be there for you
➤ The only times he's upset really is whenever you're hurt or someone's made you upset
➤ oh! and since he doesn't exactly understand how to make you lunches so, he'll ask Chica for help and make personal sticky notes with love!!
➤ Might have accidentally called you sport once and you've never let him live it down
➤ Also for nicknames, there's of course the obvious one being Superstar! Though others you can occasionally be graced on hearing is my dear and love dove :)
Sunnydrop
➤ It's almost like being a child again!
➤ the two of you spend your time making clay figures for each other and acting out silly little plays for the daycare kids, it's truly magnificent!
➤ oddly enough you and Sunny will curl up in the ball-pit after the janitor and staff bots finish cleaning it, just something weirdly comforting for the two of you
➤ Will spend literal hours letting you scream into the empty daycare to try and let you feel better even if these screams seem a little too sad for him </3
➤ most of the time you end up covered in fingerpaints for a dumb pickup line of him calling you art for the true beauty possessed by you, Sun's impeccable little s/o!
➤ Sadly at points, you do have to give constant reminders that no matter what you love him! because the man just has really bad attachment issues
➤ like will heavily get paranoid if he can't at least see you without being warned about it
➤ Has actually started making a huge mess in the daycare as a tantrum pissed about someone stealing you!!! Constantly worrying about if you got hurt
➤ Did someone turn the lights off..? Did moon do something to make you leave?
➤ Why would you need anyone but him if he makes those frowns turn upside down after another person makes you feel upset??
➤ Would totally call you sunshine, sunbeam, darling, but also has the stupidest names for you too at points it's gotten to the point he might mention something in the context of another being and just know it's an endearing term!
➤ Like "Oh no.. Where, oh where, has my little glitter glue gone?" and some little brat will just point in the general direction of where you've gone
➤ STANDING BY THIS. SINCE SUN CAN'T KISS HIS S/O THEY JUST PRESS UP AGAINST YOU AND MAKE SILLY OVER-EXAGGERATED KISSING NOISES!!!
➤ Also, for some reason, my tiny brain likes to constantly think he's crouching and statured the way he is for the fact he and moon stand at a staggering 9 foot something!
Moondrop
➤ Generally out of everyone here seems to be the most possessive of you as a person, hates to see anyone around you, and would need reassurance on it
➤ even if afterwords he just grumbles and carries you off for naptime
➤ Even as his s/o Moon can and will have a strict sleep schedule for you and won't take no for an answer, the moment the lights are off you're going the fuck to sleep
➤ Despite disliking most physical contact their s/o rest their little head on his lap?
➤ king will be fucking feral over it, but genuinely stays well composed despite this
➤ has likely learned how to play with hair because of you, it wasn't needed before but now it's just comforting to do in a way
➤ even if Moon swears up and down they don't like you after pretending to be asleep and hearing him simply mention how lovely you are, and just mumble sweet nothings to even reading you a book in the silence which he reaps to not enjoy is just showing a little bit of how much he does care
➤ Feel Moon would pull out with the good-ass pet names!!
➤ Good girl/good boy, Doll, pathetic dear, sweet thing, and likely calls you pet in a derogatory way but very /pos at the same time like it's very weird?
➤ Moon takes pictures of you and puts them on the wall of his and Sunny's room like it's just full of you and the children's drawings!
➤ Likely has taken you on a date of just him picking you up and going to the ceiling, whether you don't mind heights or not he will pretend to drop you at some point
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On the Ropes - Chapter 1
Five Nights at Freddy’s: Security breach.
Montgomery Gator X Female Reader
Tags: Fnaf, Montgomery Gator/Reader, slow burn, cleaning lady Reader, female reader, implied/referenced past abuse, sentient animatronics, friends to lovers, anger issues, hurt/comfort, there will be some Sunnydrop/Reader in future chapters btw, Glamrock Freddy, Roxanne Wolf, Glamrock Chica, budding friendship, animalistic behaviour.
Summary:
“Mr Montgomery...” you try again, taking a brave step forwards into the room, only to freeze in your tracks when a guttural growl travels through the darkness and cuts straight into your chest like the roll of approaching thunder.
“The Hell're you doin' in here, lady?”
Isn't that the million-dollar question.
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The door to your cleaning supply cupboard clicks shut with a satisfying 'thud,' a comforting sound that signals the end of another long, arduous day spent cleaning up parts of Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex that none of the S.T.A.F.F bots are dexterous enough to get at.
Heaving a weary sigh, you let your forehead bump against the cool metal, listening to the hum of your colleagues shuffling around you, rooting inside their lockers for hats, scarves and coats. Everyone is ready to clock out and leave before the night-shift takes over, hoping to get home before the roads freeze under winter's cruel grasp.
“Rough day, kid?”
You roll your head to the side and let another sigh slip between your teeth, replying, “Rough as a country road, I’m afraid.”
A gruff, old man by the name of Andy traipses up to the locker that sits beside your designated cupboard and he nods to you, touching gnarled fingers to his purple cap in greeting. Approaching his late sixties, and only a year from retirement, the old boy is still just as deft with his hands as the younger mechanics who work under him, as he demonstrates to you every evening by twisting that combination lock of his without even glancing at it, 'skilled in lock-picking and repairing robots,' you’d once joked. And although you're not a mechanic like him, he was one of the few faculty members who had curmudgeonly respect for a humble cleaning lady. Thus, from your first day working at the Plex, Andy was the guy to pull you away from bathroom re-stocks to eat your lunch or rescue you from the clutches of the clingy daycare attendant.
He's a good man, if a touch old-fashioned.
“One of these days,” you huff, pulling out your key and fumbling with your door's antiquated lock, “Can you mechs fix up a S.T.A.F.F bot that knows how to polish those massive bronzes? Freddy's face alone takes me like, half a goddamn hour.”
Andy just chuckles good-naturedly, hauling his winter coat from the locker and slamming it shut with a sigh. “Ain't nothing but a woman's strong touch can keep bronze and brass clean,” he laments, tipping his cap at you again and tossing you a wink from behind his thick, round glasses, “Good thing too. Give's 'em a reason to keep you around, eh, gal?”
“I like to think they keep me around for other reasons, too, Andrew, but thanks.”
The old man pulls a skeptical face, earning himself a scowl in response.
“You're a real gent -” You pause to pull your phone out of your pocket and check the time. “- and as much as I'd love to wait for you to grab your walking stick, I'm afraid I'll miss my bus if I do.”
You easily step aside to avoid the gentle kick he aims at your shins. “I ain't old enough to use a stick yet... brat,” he grumbles.
Tugging on your own coat, you flash him a tired smile.
You'll wait for him, of course.
You know it. He definitely knows it.
You're both on the same bus route, after all, and yours is only a couple of stops down from his own.
Andy shakes his head, stuffing one arm into the sleeve of his coat and tilting his chin towards the staircase leading up and out of the maintenance tunnel. “Shall we?”
“Suppose we shall,” you reply, eager to escape the Megaplex and return to your comfy little apartment on the outskirts of the city, where a microwave carbonara is calling your name.
“Hey! You – uh – cleaning lady!”
Well. You certainly wish it was the carbonara.
There’s no doubt she’s addressing you. You’re the only human cleaning staff in the building.
You have to stifle a groan, plastering on a cheery smile and turning to see one of the young mechanics jogging towards you down the maintenance tunnel, her purple overalls stained with unsightly patches of slick, black oil, no doubt from the numerous repairs she has to make on a day-to-day basis.
You recognise her immediately once you catch sight of the bouncy, auburn hair trying to struggle free of her bun as she bounds right up to you and skids to an unsteady halt.
“Kerry,” you greet her, pocketing the cupboard key and quirking a grin at her, “Where's the fire?”
Silently, she waves a hand through the air, asking you, without words, to wait for her to catch her breath, and you shift your weight onto one leg, happy to oblige.
Eventually, the girl manages to clear her throat, jabbing her thumb over one shoulder and wheezing, “Manager - Mick – He said to come get you. It's urgent. So we need to go, like, now.”
And just like that, she turns to face the way she'd come and starts to jog back up the tunnel, hesitating for barely a second to beckon frantically after you. “Come on, then! Keep up!”
You've always liked Kerry, though you've barely interacted enough for her to learn your name, apparently. Her words are straight from the shoulder and to the point and she never wastes time with idle chatter, even if you wish she sometimes would.
Blowing a noisy exhale through your nose, you spare a glance at Andy, who merely offers his sympathies in the form of a vague shrug before he begins to throw on the rest of his coat, waving you off with a gruff, “I'll tell the driver not to wait for you. Now scram.”
Finding no support in the old mechanic, you shoot him a quick salute and kick up your heels, running after Kerry as she disappears around a corner, wondering what in the world you've done that could warrant attention from the manager of the mechanical department.
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The pair of you burst out into Rockstar Row minutes later, although you screech to a halt to hold the doors open for two more mechanics coming the other way, both of whom are too busy hauling a S.T.A.F.F bot between them to offer you more than a cursory nod of thanks.
As they pass, your curious gaze lands on the bot. The poor thing looks as though it's been put through a car-crusher. There are scrapes and gouges carved into its metal exterior and the arms hang by mere cables at its sides, fingers twitching rapidly in conjunction with a garbled string of words that crackle out of its speakers.
“Ple-ple-please r-r-rema-ain c—c-c-c-ca-aaa-alm.”
“Sheesh,” you call after the mechanics, “What happened to him?”
Neither of them spare you a second glance, so you simply shrug, letting the doors swing shut behind them before you turn to trail after Kerry once more.
The girl impatiently leads you around a confectionary kiosk and past Freddy Fazbear's show room, until you at last catch sight of the man you have to personally thank for making you miss the seven o'clock bus back to the city's outskirts.
Mick, infamous manager of the Mechanical department, is pacing back and forth in front of Montgomery Gator's show room window, which, you notice with a spark of trepidation, has been cordoned off by blue tape, and the huge, burgundy curtains have been drawn right across it, barring any outside eyes from viewing the interior.
As you draw closer, you begin to hear Mick muttering expletives to himself, sprinkled in amongst complaints about wasted expenses.
“Sir?” Kerry calls out, slowing in front of him and drawing his pacing to a stop, “Got that cleaner you asked for.”
You hesitate to remark that you're the only human cleaner employed by Fazbear Enterprises, but you suppose 'that cleaner' will have to suffice.
Mick's head snaps in your direction and his face lights up instantly, a too-wide grin spreading across his lips. “Hey! You're here! Excellent. I'm sorry to drag you away from clocking out!” Clasping his hands together, he adds, “But, I'm glad Kerry found you, Doll. Need a favour. Huge one.”
Biting your tongue, you tread down the involuntary shudder that threatens to race up your spine at the use of the nickname, instead forcing a smile onto your face. “Shouldn't be a problem,” you tell him pleasantly, “What's up?”
“Uh, Mick?” Kerry chimes in anxiously, shifting her weight and peering over her shoulder towards the maintenance tunnels again, “Am I good to-...”
Giving a brusque flap of his hand, he shoos her away. “Ah, yes. Thank you, Kerry. Go on, Devon and Gordon will need your help, I expect.”
And without needing any more permission than that, she's off once more, racing to the doors at the back of the row and shouldering them open, slipping through and then disappearing from sight. You watch her go, baffled, and more than a little wary when Mick grasps your shoulder and turns you around to face him again.
“It's a problem, alright,” he adds to your previous claim, removing his hand to gesture vaguely behind him at the glass of Montgomery Gator's show room, “Gator's on the warpath again. Something happened at a birthday party today and the damn bot's got itself all worked up.” He heaves a sigh of exasperation and runs a hand mercilessly through his thin, silvery hair. “This is the third time in two weeks. We keep sending S.T.A.F.F in there to clean the place up, so we can actually showcase the room, but he just keeps throwing 'em back out in pieces. Seems we've been spending a fortune on replacements, and my guys can't keep up with the repairs. Poor old Andy damn near collapsed from exhaustion the other day.”
He hadn’t told you about that... “Christ,” you utter, then, more urgently you add, “Was he okay?”
“Mm? Oh yes, yes. He was right as rain after a swig of Fizzy Faz” he replies, waving off your concern, “But I’m afraid we’re all at our wit’s end, dear, our wit’s end indeed. Montgomery is destroying the robots faster than we can fix them.”
“Oh, well. I'm... I'm sorry about that?” It isn't the first time you've heard about the alligator's destructive mood-swings, and while you are sorry to learn that he's having yet another one, you can't help but wonder why on Earth that has anything to do with a cleaning lady who only has bottom-level clearance.
Behind the thick curtains, there's a sudden shattering of something heavy, perhaps made of glass, followed by a low, guttural snarl of frustration.
Moving closer, Mick slides his arm across your shoulders and steers you away from the window for a moment, speaking to you in a hushed tone that instantly raises the hairs on the nape of your neck.
“Look. I'm gonna be straight – and, I'm sorry in advance for this – but we need you to stay behind tonight.”
With your tentative heart sitting in your throat, you summon the courage to ask, “Okay, why?”
“Because the higher-ups have asked me to get Monty's room up to snuff by tomorrow.” Mick raises his hand to card through his hair again, blowing out a rough exhale as he adds, “Some exec's kid is having a birthday party here first thing, and he wants everything to be perfect. Capital 'P.' That means access to all the rooms on Rockstar Row...” He jerks his head backwards, in the direction of Montgomery's room. “Any bot that gets sent in there to clean up the mess is torn to shred. But what I'm thinking is that in theory, Monty's programming won't let it hurt a human, right?”
In that moment, you realise what he's about to ask you to do.
Swallowing thickly, you glance over your shoulder towards the swinging, double doors that lead down to the maintenance tunnels, no doubt where the unfortunate S.T.A.F.F bots are having their servos and wheels reattached as you speak.
Therein lays the problem. Your components don't slot back into place quite so easily as the bots' do.
“But... I'm just a cleaner,” you argue through gritted teeth, hoping he doesn't hear the nervousness seeping from your voice like a bad smell.
“Yeah, the only one we've got who isn't S.T.A.F.F,” he presses, holding his hands up as if he means to soothe any oncoming protests, “Listen, this isn't my call. This is coming from way up high on the food chain. They're getting' sick of replacing bots every time Monty wants to throw his toys out of the pram.”
You can't help but find it a little incredulous that the company would chuck an employee at an animatronic who has done irreparable damage to dozens of their own bots, based on the flimsy theory that he's programmed not to hurt faculty. You know all about the gator's reputation, enough that you're careful to give him a wide berth whenever he stalks across a room you're cleaning. “Come on, Mick,” you try weakly, “Isn't this a little above my pay-grade?”
A bead of sweat dribbles down from the man's hairline and skirts the wrinkles around his eye. He's desperate, and you can understand why. Ultimately, it'll be him who comes under fire if things don't go off without a hitch for the exec's kid.
The man seems just shy of grabbing you as he wrings his hands and sputters, “You go in there, see what you can do about the mess, and I'll... I'll... see what I can do to raise your Christmas bonus, yeah?”
You struggle to keep the disbelieving little scoff from escaping between your teeth.
It's a terrible incentive, to be sure. Money for compliance, with no real guarantee of seeing the former part of the deal.
Besides, what good will a slightly fatter paycheque do if you're neck-deep in hospital bills or bleeding out on the floor of Montgomery Gator's room?
'Should never have signed that stupid liability clause,' you chide yourself, not for the first time.
The only real incentive here is that you’d be doing Andy a favour. If you go in there and if, by some miracle, you survive, he won’t nearly keel over by pushing himself to repair the bots that Monty rips apart.
Besides, Mick is still staring at you with a fervid sort of gleam in his eye that really gives you the impression that if you decline, he might actually try to wring your neck and save Monty the trouble.
You don't feel a lick of shame for the put-upon sigh you heave, letting your shoulders slump to hide their rigidity as you shoot a quick glance back at the cordoned-off windows and huff, “Alright, fine. I'll do it.”
Mick's entire posture goes slack with relief. “Oh, thank Christ!”
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Several, tentative steps lead you up to Montgomery Gator’s door where you grind to a halt, staring up at the slab of metal in front of you, thoroughly unnerved by the muffled growls and snarls trickling out from behind it.
All of a sudden, you're sent reeling back as something heavy slams into the other side of it, tugging an impromptu gasp from your lips. Bewildered, you shoot a glance at Mick and throw your hands up in a silent question, only to find him standing several metres from where he was before, nodding at you encouragingly.
You let your arms fall back to your sides.
It would appear you really don't have much of a choice.
Hesitating to suck down a steadying breath, you fumble at the clearance badge around your neck and lean down, pressing it flat against the door's mechanism.
The damning 'beep' of success sends your heart plummeting into the pit of your stomach.
Then, like a jaw opening to receive you, the door slides up, and just like that, you're standing full view of the Megapizza Plex's most volatile animatronic.
Montgomery gator, the star himself, looms menacingly in the shadows at the furthest corner of the room with his signature glasses askew and his eyes gleaming crimson in the darkness. Overhead, only one, solitary lightbulb still clings to life, swinging back and forth and casting eerie shapes on the walls around you.
The animatronic is staring straight at you through the gloom, his enormous shoulders creaking as they heave with exertion whilst the claws at the tip of each finger quiver at an almost imperceptible pace, scraped blunt from excessive wear and tear.
He's every bit as frightening as you recall. It's hardly any wonder a lot of the children are afraid of him.
You realise with a jolt that neither of you have really moved, excepting Monty, of course, who's elongated head twitches to one side, and it promptly occurs to you that you're most likely being scanned.
It feels very much as though you're treading on sheet-thin ice, and at the risk of plunging into the alligator-infested waters below, you fear you'll have to be the one to break it.
You've never interacted one-on-one with the animatronics before. How in the world are you supposed to address them?
“Hello, um.. Sir?”
The gator's head snaps back to its upright position and you resist the urge to grimace. A fine start.
“Mr Montgomery...” you try again, taking a brave step forwards inside the room, only to freeze in your tracks when a guttural growl travels through the darkness and cuts straight into your chest like the roll of approaching thunder.
“The Hell're you doin' in here, lady?”
Isn't that the million-dollar question.
Another step.
Behind you, the door slides shut once more and seals you inside, helpless as a lamb in a lion's den.
'This is his room', you remind yourself shakily, 'his territory.'
If someone stepped inside your bedroom unannounced, you'd certainly expect a pretty solid explanation for their presence as well.
“Management sent me,” you squeak out with minimal tremors, “I'm the cleaning lady. I'm supposed to... well... clean up your room for you...” Pausing, you swallow past a lump and add, “There's an, uh, an important birthday party going on tomorrow and this place... needs some, uh. TLC?”
Trailing off, you let your eyes dart around the room, rapidly taking stock of the damage you've been sent to deal with. The first thing you notice is a poster sitting on the wall to your left, depicting Montgomery himself, his long chin resting in the palm of one hand and a lazy smile pulling at his features. In the image, his expression is open, playful, even friendly.
Suddenly, your focus is brought back to the gator with a start when he drops his jaw and lets out a hollow laugh that's about as far from friendly as one could get. It's bitter, mocking, and you don't much care for it at all.
“So, they finally got sick of me breakin' those S.T.A.F.F dummies, huh?” Monty chuckles, peeling his plastic lips back to reveal rows of sharp, jagged teeth, “Thought they'd send some human instead.”
Frozen in place, you can do little else but shrug noncommittally.
Something sharp abruptly crosses his glare and you don't even have a moment to blink, because in the next second, a four-hundred-pound animatronic is storming across the room towards you, heedless of an upturned table that stands in his way. One of his shins catches the wood, and it's sent skidding sideways to crash against the wall.
Blanching, you immediately try to back up, but your head knocks painfully against the solid door at your spine and you realise, with a sinking sensation in your gut, that you're well and truly trapped as a behemoth of an alligator closes in on you, his motions far more ungainly than those you've witnessed from him while he's on stage, as if movement is a struggle for him at the moment.
The door behind you feels a lot like the bars of an inescapable cage, and although the key is hanging around your neck, it would require you to turn and bear your vulnerable spine to the animatronic. There isn't a chance in Hell you're brave enough to do that.
Instead, you brace your hands against the metal and squeeze your eyes tightly shut, left with little option but to wait for impact.
Just as you're certain that he's going to plough right into you, Montgomery stops and there’s a warm gust of metallic air that washes over your cheeks like a breath. “And what's to stop me from breakin' you, lady?”
For several moments, your ears ring in the unexpected silence that follows his query, until the fear of not being able to see him outweighs your fear of seeing him altogether, so you crack open your eyelids and immediately flinch backwards, flattening yourself even further against the door.
The animatronic's broad chest stands scant inches away from your nose.
“You – You can't-!”
“You don't think I could?” he cuts you off with a snap, hackles raising, and you're suddenly aware that he must think you're insulting his capabilities.
“I – I mean, you definitely could,” you sputter, grasping for words as a drowning man grasps for one last breath, “I just don't think you should!”
A pair of thick, brawny arms lift into your peripheral vision and he slams his palms against the wall on either side of you, each as green as the Amazon rainforest. The gator leans in close until his snout almost brushes the hair on your head. It's all you can do to keep your eyes open, unable to tear them away from the teeth that linger unbearably close to your delicate skin.
Ever so slowly, Montgomery's jaws part and he hisses out, “Why shouldn't I?”
Everything about him screams intimidation. He's bigger, he's stronger, and he really wants you to know it.
But there's one thing he hasn't taken into account.
You've been intimidated before.
Perhaps not by an eight-foot tall animatronic, but certainly by someone who was just as loud and boisterous as the alligator looming over you is now. You've had your back to a wall for years before tonight, so much so that it's become second-nature to lower your head and stare through bleary eyes at the carpet below you. It takes you a moment to remember that you've managed to fight your way out of this position once before, several months ago. You can do it again.
You're going to have to, because frankly, you're reluctant to let some blustering animatronic alligator drive you into a corner.
“Because,” you rasp and try to bunch your fingers into the fabric of your pencil skirt as if you could steal strength from the fabric itself, “I'm not your enemy, Montgomery. I'm just here to do my job. And the sooner you let me do it, the sooner I can be out of your – er – your scales. Okay?”
You don't meet his eye, but you do notice the gator recoil slightly, his jaws retreating from the top of your vision, even just slightly.
Silence settles thickly over your head once again before he speaks, low and threatening. “One last chance to get out...”
You raise your head, teeth clenched together so hard that they leave an ache behind. “I can't.”
You really can't. Oh, perhaps physically, you can. You could turn tail and flee like a bat out of Hell. But Mick is standing right outside that door, probably waiting to send you back inside if you try to beat a hasty retreat. All it would take is a few words from him - 'She wouldn't do her job!' - and your employers would send you packing with nothing but a cardboard box to carry your mug in.
You've had to give up a lot to get here, to afford a boxy little apartment on the outskirts of town with only your own income to pay the rent, and you're not about to give up what little you have, not without a fight.
So even when Montgomery Gator takes a step away from you, raises to his full height and lifts one, enormous fist into the air, you lock your knees and refuse to budge.
You can take a hit.
'Be tense,' you remind yourself distantly, heart hammering in your chest like it wants to escape the punishment it's about to receive, 'He can't damage internal organs if your muscles are in the way.'
It's an agonising wait, watching the gator's legs as he stands over you, his arm still held aloft.
You don't want to look at him, you don't want to provoke him, so there you stay, rigid and afraid until there's a gentle chuff of air wafting over your face.
You still don't take the bait though, keeping your eyes fixed on the joint of his knee.
Movement at the corner of your eye has you darting them over to see his fists lower gradually back down against his sides. That, at the very least, renders you curious enough to peer up at him through your lashes and gulp down a nervous breath.
He's glaring back down at you, his eyes somehow piercing right through the purple sheen of his sunglasses. Then, without warning, the gator puffs out his chest and snaps his teeth far too close to your face, bellowing, “Fine!” before he spins on his heel and stomps back towards his upturned couch, leaving behind a trembling mess of a human by the entrance.
You're not dead...
You take a deep breath and place one hand over your heart, fingers twisting deep into the fabric of your shirt. The legs keeping you upright hardly feel very sturdy at all, and you blink down at them numbly, wondering if your knees have been knocking like this since you walked in here.
“Well?!” The animatronic's snapped question brings you to your senses and you jump, throwing your head up and giving him a dumbfounded stare.
“You gonna start cleaning up, or what?!” he adds gruffly, gesturing to the chaos surrounding you.
Quick as a flash, you appease him with a hasty nod. “Sure. Yeah. Uh huh!”
Sneering your way, the gator rolls his shoulders and turns to grab the edge of his couch, lifting it back onto its stumpy legs with enviable ease.
You almost start to think that he's actually helping you, but you're soon proved wrong when he slumps down heavily onto the cushions and crosses his arms, glaring at you as you pick your way towards the window, where a large plant pot lays on its side, spilling soil all over the carpet. You'll definitely have to go and get the hoover from storage at some point, but you're reluctant to pause so soon without righting the majority of the room first.
So, all too aware of the crimson eyes burning a hole into the side of your head, you press your lips together and get to work.
#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#fnaf security breach#security breach#montgomery gator#monty#reader#montgomery gator/reader#past abuse#Relationships with the other animatronics will come later#sundrop#daycare attendant#female reader
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Please read these rules before requesting anything! If you do not, and send me an ask beyond my rules or against them, I will be blocking you.
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I will get to requests as soon as I can.
I do write x readers but I do not feel comfortable with writing x female readers. I will only do x Male and x GN readers but mainly GN.
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WILL DO ✅
I will do x reader, as said before.
Fluff
Angst
Gore
Hurt/Comfort
I will also write oneshots for just the characters as well.
I will also do character ships just ask!
You can also ask for more than one character
WILL NOT! ❌
Smut
Yandere
Incest
Podophilic ships
x Oc
Nor Abuse
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Fandoms I write for:
Encanto
Fullmetal Alchemist
Undertale
Homestuck
Genshin Impact
Toilet Bound Hanako Kun
Five Nights at Freddys Security Breach
Identity V
Detroit Become Human
Bungou Stray Dogs
The Owl House
The Legend of Vox Machina
Marvel
The Adventure Zone: Balance
God of War: Ragnarok
Hermitcraft/Life Series
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Characters I write as:
Encanto
Camilo Madrigal (Main)
Bruno Madrigal
Mirabel Madrigal
FMAB
Greed (Main)
Ling Yao
Edward Elric
Envy
Undertale
Sans (Main)
Chara
Frisk
Papyrus
Asgore
Homestuck
Karkat Vantas (Main)
Jade Harley
Dave Strider
Roxy Lalonde
Rose Lalonde
Tavros Nitram
Eridan Ampora
Feferi Peixes
Gamzee Makara
Nepeta Leijon
Kanaya Maryam
Sollux Captor
Vriska Serket
Cronus Ampora
Genshin Impact
Aether (Main)
Venti (Main)
Noelle
Childe
Zhongli
Xiao
Kaeya
Diluc
Thoma
Beidou
Xinyan
Scaramouche
Toilet Bound Hanako Kun
Hanako
FNAF SB
Sunnydrop
Moondrop
Glamrock Freddy
IDV
Naib Subedar
William Ellis
Norton Campbell
Mike Morton
Luca Balsa
Ganji Gupta
Antonio Paganini
Robbie White (Platonic Only)
Detroit Become Human
Connor
Nines
Gavin Reed
Bungou Stray Dogs
Dazai Osamu (Mafia and Ada)
Atsushi Nakajima
Chuuya Nakahara
Akutagawa Ryūnosuke
The Owl House
Hunter (Main)
Gus Porter
Willow Park
Amity Blight
Luz Noceda
Raine Whispers
King
Darius
The Collector
The Legend of Vox Machina
Percival De Rolo
Vax
Vex
Scanlan Shorthalt
Marvel
Steven Grant
Mark Spector
Peter Parker (Tom Holland)
Doctor Stephen Strange
Tony Stark
The Adventure Zone
Barry Bluejeans
Lup Tacco
Taako Tacco
Kravitz
Magnus Burnsides
Lucretia
Davenport
Angus Mcdonald (Platonic)
Lucas Miller
Duck Newton
Minerva
Aubrey Little
Ned Chicane
Dani
Indrid Cold
Amber Gris
Devo La Main
Oksana
God of War Ragnarok
Kratos
Atreus
Sindri
Tyr
Thor
Baldur
Fryer
Hermitcraft
Impulse
Skizz
Grian
Scar
Tango (?)
Bdubs
Etho
(I Can TRY some others)
Thank you for reading!
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Hi! Welcome to my blog!
This is the side blog of @funtimezart , please follow my main if you wanna see my artwork!
This is a SFW and NSFW friendly blog, so I kindly ask minors to stay away! If you're a minor and you like my writing, please check my masterlist for fluff/soft SFW fics I've written.
I do not take writing requests from minors.
I do roleplay! OCs welcome. I'm a little bit selective though, so I may not reply to certain roleplay requests. Please don't take it personally! I will not roleplay with minors, it makes me uncomfortable!
If my profile says requests are closed, I will NOT respond to anymore asks until they're back opened again.
Characters I write ; Sunnydrop / Moondrop , Funtime Freddy (and Bon Bon) , William Afton, Michael Afton, Ghostface
This is a self insert blog! Meaning I ONLY write canon x reader fanfiction. I do not do canon x canon.
Funtime Freddy is NOT possessed by a child! I make sure to do thorough research on characters I write about before creating any fanfiction.
I work on headcanons first, usually! They take less time, so if you don't want to wait days (or possibly weeks) for a one-shot, you can just ask for a few headcanons!
If you don't specify whether or not you want it to be written as fics or hcs, I'll choose for you.
I try not being too OOC, but I may have to change up their personalities juuuust a tad so that I can make the prompt work.
I don't write Sun and Moon as two different animatronics. BUT I will gladly write both of them (showing how they'd react differently to certain situations, ect) in the same post if requested.
You can send in as many reqs as you want (as long as my request box is opened)!
I do not write for any canon Ghostface, nor do I write any Dead by Daylight AUs. The Ghostface I write as will be completely anonymous.
Rules:
Do NOT be rude/pushy! I don't reply to every ask I get. If I find it's too difficult/boring for me to write about, I probably won't respond to it ;; sorry!
I accept constructive criticism, just don't be a jerk about it, especially if I'm writing for you for free lol.
Please don't ask me to write for any other characters not listed above! I'll ignore you.
All fics/submissions are to be tagged accordingly, with the appropriate content warning. There are almost no limits to my writing.
If you do not specify whether or not you want it from an assigned female at birth or assigned male at birth perspective, I'll write it as gender neutral. (I'm not currently writing for neo pronouns because I don't want to offend if I do not use them correctly.)
This user writes:
Angst, comfort, fluff, platonic, suggestive, graphic smut, gore, torture, self inflicted injury, mlm, straight ships, Sundrop / Moondrop with "different" genitalia (If not specified on the parts you want them to have for smut, I'll write them with tentacle cocks lmfao, taboo kinks (vague, feel free to ask!), almost any kinks not listed below
This user will not write:
Sc@t, f@rt, di@pers, underage NSFW, pedophilia, raceplay, transphobia/homophobia, pregnancy (I don't know how to write something like that 😭 sorry!), most AUs (crossovers and human!animatronic will always be a no), decayed William Afton
FIC / HC MASTERLIST
SMUT
FLUFF
GURO
PLATONIC
ANGST
She Never Really Quit (CTW AU Funtime Freddy x gender neutral reader)
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I write for all fnaf and sum creepypastas, I am a minor
⇨ Rules
⇨ Creepypasta info
Master list ⇩
William Afton
-General Headcanons-
-Afton kids beating up William-
Michael Afton
-Past/Pre-Bite Headcanons-
-Kinda Angsty Headcanons-
-Post Scoop Headcanons-
-Bear Mask Mike Fanart-
-Afton kids beating up William-
-Ennard/Mike Fanart-
-Fanart-
-Foxy Bro/Teen Michael Headcanons-
-Fanart/Pride Month Special-
-Sexuality Headcanons-
-Angsty Fanart-
-Pre-Scoop Fanart-
-Remake of Ennard/Mike fanart-
-Yandere Michael Afton Headcanons-
-FNaF 6 Mike Fanart-
-Past Mike x Male reader-
-Past Mike whoopsie daisied fanart-
-Soft Mike Headcanons-
Crying Child/CC Afton
-General Headcanons-
-More General Headcanons-
-Fanart-
-Afton kids beating up William-
-Fanart 2-
-Gregory & CC Fanart-
-Vengeful CC Fanart-
-Vengeful CC Headcanons-
-‘I won’t let them take you apart’ Gregory & CC fanart-
Elizabeth Afton
-Past/Pre Ice Cream Headcanons-
-General Headcanons-
-Elizabeth Afton’s Girlboss Arc-
-Afton kids beating up William-
-Spotify Playlist-
Henry Emily
-Fanart-
Cassidy
-Fanart-
-Fanart 2-
Freddy Fazbear
-General Headcanons-
Foxy The Pirate
-Fanart-
Toy Bonnie
-General Headcanons-
Mangle
-General Headcanons-
Nightmare
-General Headcanons-
Circus Baby
-General Headcanons-
-Sexuality Headcanons-
Ballora
-Fanart-
-Sexuality Headcanons-
-Fanart 2-
Funtime Freddy/Bon Bon
-General Headcanons-
-Sexuality Headcanons-
-Fanart-
Lolbit
-General Headcanons-
-Sexuality Headcanons-
Ennard
-General Headcanons-
-Angsty Headcanons-
-Angsty Headcanons 2-
-Yandere Headcanons-
-Ennard/Mike Fanart-
-Fanart-
-Fanart 2-
-Fanart 3-
-Sexuality Headcanons-
-Spotify Playlist-
-Remake of Ennard/Mike fanart-
-Canon!Ennard fanart-
-Ennard x Reader Headcanons-
-Canon!Ennard Fanart 2-
-Human!Ennard Fanart + Concept-
Yenndo
-Sexuality Headcanons-
ScrapBaby
-Fanart-
Gregory
-Gregory & CC Fanart-
-‘I won’t let them take you apart’ Gregory & CC Fanart-
Vanessa/Vanny
-General Headcanons-
Glamrock Bonnie
-General Headcanons-
Roxanne Wolf
-General Headcanons-
-Drawing-
Sundrop/Moondrop
-Sundrop comforting you-
-Moondrop Headcanons-
-Sundrop fanart-
-Fluffyish Moon Headcanons-
-“I am not the Sunshine~” Fanart-
-Moondrop Fanart-
-Moon & Sun’s Interactions-
-Sun/Moon w/ adventurous reader-
-Sun/Moon Rental Situation-
-Sun/Moon w/ Koala Spirit Animal Reader-
-Sunnydrop Fanart-
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Creepypasta ⇩
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Candy Pop
-General Headcanons-
Laughing Jack
-Fanart-
-General Headcanons-
-X Female reader-
Jason The Toymaker
-Fanart-
-General Headcanons-
-Random Headcanons-
-Fanart 2-
Nina The Killer
-Fanart-
-Fanart-
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Hello individuals of the fnaf Fandom. I need some help. I'm writing a fanfic about Sunnydrop and Moondrop x a female reader.
And I'm not sure what to gender Sunny and Moon!
I don't wanna call them it, and I'm pretty sure they don't present as femme.. so should I use he or they?
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Cute drawing of (Y/N) and Sunny cuddling.
My art! Please don’t steal or post anywhere without my permission and signature.
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Moon x reader cuddles. But then the lights come on and sun is now cuddling reader? I need cuddles.
Helloooo!! Good to hear from you againnn! Hope things are well! So sorry this is late!
Relationship: Moondrop/Sunnydrop x Female Reader
Fandom: Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach
Warnings: Fluff :), cuddles
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Good Night, Good Morning
“Sleep? But, Moon, I’m not tired right now.” I stare at Moondrop through the darkness, my packing being interrupted. Everyone has already left on the day shift and I’m the last one to leave, like usual. There are times where I don’t even leave until the morning. This might be one of those times. “Wait a minute…you’re just wanting cuddles, aren’t you?” I chuckle humorously.
Sometimes Moondrop gets lonely and wishes to hang out whenever we can. Me being the closest to the animatronic, especially Sunnydrop, I can’t help but help them out. Moondrop doesn’t get that much attention, given that all he does is watch over sleeping kids for Nap Time. He’s not much of a talker, either.
Moondrop didn’t answer me in the darkness. His bright red eyes are the only light in the room. I let out a sigh and set my stuff down. “Fine. I’ll stay and give you cuddles.” Moondrop jumped in excitement, gladly grabbing my hand and guiding me to a comfortable spot. We lay down, his long metal arms wrapping around my waist from behind as he clutches onto me tightly. Not to the point of crushing me, though. It was comfortable. And him being a robot made out of cold metal, it was strange that the cuddling was actually warm.
I was suddenly woken up by the bright lights flashing on through my eyelids. I groan after being in deep sleep, tiredly putting my hand over my face.
“Wakey, wakey!” I hear a familiar voice.
My eyes finally open to see Sunnydrop right above me. “Sunny? When did the lights turn on?”
“Oh, silly! It’s almost time for the building to open!” He says excitedly. Without much effort, he stands up with me in his arms, practically helping me stand up.
“What?! You can’t be serious! I stayed here all night? What happened to my alarm?!” I panic. My body was swaying side to side from not being fully awake as I looked for my bag. I pick up my phone to look at it.
“You were sleeping so peacefully, Moon turned it off right away!” Sunnydrop chuckles.
“Oh man, I’m going to be so late for work today. Don’t tell anyone about this, Sunny!” I yell before going through the doors.
“Promise!” Sunnydrop yells back.
#fnaf#fnaf security breach#sunnydrop#sunnydrop x reader#moondrop#moondrop x reader#x reader#reader#gn reader#cute#fluff#cuddles
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Light And Dark(FNAF Security Breach) Part 5
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11
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“Here.” Vanessa hands me a flashlight and walkie talkie. “If you need anything, talk through these. I’ll be able to hear it.”
I roll my eyes. “I’ve worked as a night guard before.” I state to her, but she ignored me, continuing on for what I can and can’t do. Once she was finished, she left me on my own at the entrance. I watch as she scurries off with the flashlight, scanning her surroundings.
I couldn’t move. Once again, those memories came back. Those simple memories of a night I didn’t want to go through again. Although I keep telling myself that Scott fixed Sunnydrop, I can’t seem to get my coworker’s words out of my mind.
Earlier, I went and talked to a coworker of mine, who was also a friend. She works as a baker in the building and she’s a total junky for phenomenon’s. She’s the one that got the thought of the animatronics having a full personality in my mind. And she’s the only person I told my experience to.
“Woah.” She whispered quietly to herself when I told her my story. She cupped her chin in thought. “I wouldn’t think he was trying to kill you.” Is what she told me.
“Huh? Why not? He was clearly pulling me somewhere with that... creepy look in his eyes! And the line!” I remember freaking out to her.
She pushed up her glasses and smiled at me. “Kinky.” She giggled.
I glared at her in return. “Melly.”
“Okay, okay. It could be possible that he’s realizing who he is.”
“Realizing who he is?”
“Yes! You know? Realizing that he’s being controlled and doesn’t want to be.”
Realizing he’s being controlled and doesn’t want to be. Those words send shivers down my spine.
“How is it possible for an animatronic to realize that?” I asked myself.
“It’s either that, or a soul is possessing it.” She used a creepy tone with her sentence.
“You can’t be serious.”
“You know the rumors that went worldwide after the whole Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzaria incident? Yeah. That’s what I’m thinking.” At this point I was tired of her freaking me out even more and left her to her work.
Shaking the conversation from my thoughts, I decided to get back to work. My flashlight turns on with a click, and I flash it around to see how bright it is. Some lights stayed on in the building, but the corners were dark. Even with the lights on, it was still pretty dark.
As I was looking around me, testing the flashlight, I spotted a figure standing just a few feet away. My flashlight stays on the figure as I walk a little closer. There were too many glares from the flashlight to see clearly.
“Who’s there?” I call out. Just starting my night, and I’m already seeing a creepy figure. Getting closer, a familiar face is what the figure was. “Freddy? What are you doing out here?” I sigh with relief, glad that it wasn’t some other creepy person or thing. Or Sunnydrop, for that matter.
Freddy turns to me, metal scraping against metal. “(Y/N)? Why are you here?” He sends the question back at me.
“I’m taking over a job for someone tonight. Anyways, you need to go back to your room.”
He nods. “I see. I came out here because I heard something.”
“Heard something? What was it?” I use the flashlight to look into the darkness, wondering what it could be to make such a sound for Glamrock Freddy to come out of his room.
“Yes. Footsteps.” He confirms.
Now that brought my heartbeat to rise. “F-footsteps...?” Looking around once more, I take a deep breath. I’ve done this job before, it’s nothing new. “Alright. I’ll... go check it out. Now go back to your room.”
“Shall I go with you? I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you. What if it was a burglar?” My heart melts at his kindness, but I kindly decline it.
“I’ll be fine, Freddy. Don’t worry about me.” I smile at him.
“If you wish. (Y/N).... please be careful.” He says, before heading back to his room.
As soon as he left, I look out into the lobby. The lobby was filled with security bots that held flashlights. I had to be careful to not accidently run into them with how fast they were moving around. My new goal is to find that burglar that seems to be roaming around. I take out the communicator to contact Vanessa. “Vanessa, Come in.” I call out for her.
A few seconds later, the walkie talkie buzzes back. “I’m here. What’s up?”
“I found Freddy standing out of his room. Said that he heard footsteps. Could be a burglar, so watch out for them.” I tell her, walking through the lobby.
“A burglar? It could be a kid, too. I’ll keep an eye out.” She speaks.
I give her a simple response and the conversation has ended. I now look around me. I stood on the first floor, just above the stairs. So far it has been quiet. No footsteps or shuffling around.
From experience, I quickly turn around to see if I can catch someone. To my surprise, I see a figure quickly hide behind a wall. “Hey!” My voice echoes through the building. I chase after the figure, heading through doors and back rooms. “Get back here!” I call out again. The door shuts behind me like all of the others as I walk into a small room. stalked shelves littered the room.
When my foot lands into the middle of the room, the lights suddenly turn off. My eyes zip around the room with the flashlight, heart beating fast. I frantically turn in circles, the memories of that night with Sunnydrop coming back.
“Who’s there?!” My voice was cracking from the fear.
“(Y/N).” I gasp as a robotic voice sings my name.
I didn’t want to blink as I looked around the room. I could hear heavy footsteps and metal scratching against metal. And they were getting closer.
I slowly turn around when the sounds stop. Moondrop stood there, his laugh echoing through the small room.
“It’s night night time.”
#writing#fnaf#fnaf security breach#new fnaf game#sunnydrop#sunnydrop x female reader#sunnydrop x reader#x reader#reader#female reader#moondrop x reader#moondrop x female reader#moondrop#yandere#stalking#platonic#animatronics#glamrock freddy#vanessa#vanessa is a bitch#creepy#yandere sunnydrop#yandere moondrop
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Light And Dark(FNAF Security Breach) Part 3
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11
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“Look who decided to come back.” Fred, my coworker, claims as I walk into the Daycare center. As much as I didn’t want to come back, it was a well-paying job, and I couldn’t just turn away from it.
“Hey, Fred.” I give him a light smile.
Three days have passed since the incident. And during those three days, I called in sick so I can process what the hell happened that night.
“That sick, huh?” He comments, cringing at the bags under my eyes. Still having the fear to walk into the job itself, I only nodded to my coworker as a response. I was being cautious, looking around my surroundings constantly. Looking for Sunnydrop. “Well, the boss went ahead and had Sunnydrop get fixed. I don’t see why he needed it. He was working perfectly fine.”
I let out a breath of air that I didn’t know I was holding in when I walked into the Daycare center. I was glad my boss actually listened to my distressed call the very next day of the incident. Of course, I couldn’t tell him exactly what happened. “O-oh...? Well... that’s good.” I say. I notice his eyebrow raise at my words in question. “Anyways...where is Sunnydrop...?”
“Right here, Silly!”
I yelp, jumping back and landing my butt onto the ground. Sunnydrop stood right in front of me, his jolly old self jumping around like he usually does.
Usually.
“Woah, there! You alright?” Fred helps me stand back up. I can see how questionable he was getting at my behavior. My body was shaking, memories of that night running through my mind like never ending turning cogs and gears. I quickly take a deep breath before Fred would notice, looking over towards the animatronic I once thought was a friend. The robot cocks his head to the side at me.
“H-hey there...Sunny.” I respond to his appearance.
Sunnydrop jumps from foot to foot, his hands moving around as if to do the jazz hands. “(Y/N)! Did I spook yah? Did I? Did I?” He laughs.
I push out a fake laugh. “Uh...yeah, you sure did!” I force out a smile.
“Alright! Sunny? It’s showtime! Kids are gonna come piling in in five!” Fred claps his hands together to get our attention.
“You got it!” Sunnydrop salutes Fred, bouncing off to his rightful place.
A hand gets placed onto my shoulder and I look over to see Freds concerned smile. “You alright? That’s a first I’ve ever seen you jump like that. Especially with an animatronic.”
He was right. I love the animatronics, talk to them as if they were friends. Cared for them. I was closest to Sunnydrop. Always talking to him whenever I had the chance.
But that night. That wasn’t Sunnydrop. Sunnydrop has a program for what emotions he can have, and what he can say. That night... It’s like he was human.
I shake my head from the memories. Scott had Sunnydrop fixed. He’s back to normal now.
I think that as I watch Sunnydrop play with the kids.
I’ll just have to wait and see.
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“She’s back!” Alice raises her arms in victory. Alice is a friend of mine, and a coworker. Her job is to help the main four animatronics with their performances.
I wave at her with a smile, giving her a small hug. “Hey, Alice.”
She releases me from the hug, her big, blue eyes staring right into mine. “Thank goodness, you’re here! The gang has been worried sick about you!”
“I knew she was perfectly fine!” Behind Alice, the curtain opens to reveal all of the main four animatronics. Roxanne wolf, also known as Roxy for short, was ahead of the group.
“Hey, guys!” I say with a big smile.
“Did you see the performance?” Roxy asks me. I nod in reply. “I was awesome, wasn’t I!” She exclaims, more of a statement then a question.
“You sure were! All of you guys were great out there, as usual.”
“Because that’s what we do!” Glamrock Chica says.
“Good to see yah, (Y/N).” Montgomery Monty waves at me.
“Yes. It is indeed good to see that you are alright, (Y/N).” Glamrock Freddy speaks last. He always had a gentle and caring voice.
“Thanks for worrying guys. But I am all good now.” I reassure them.
“Alright! We still have one more show! So, let’s get all charged up before then.” Alice announces. The four animatronics wave me goodbye before heading to their rooms. She then turns to me. “Your break is probably over. It was good to see you back and well!” She hugs me one more time before leaving herself.
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Seeing all of the other coworkers and animatronics really helped me rethink things. Sunnydrop must’ve had a malfunction that night, and Scott fixed him. So, he is back to normal. My thoughts were soon interrupted by a phone call from the man himself.
“Hey, Scott. What can I do for you?” I answer, grabbing my keys from my pocket to open the backroom door to the Daycare center.
“Looks like you’re feeling better. Good. I have a favor to ask.” He speaks through the phone.
“A favor?” I curse under my breath when I accidently put in the wrong key, grabbing another from the many that hung on my lanyard.
“Yeah. Think of it as a time to make up for the days you missed.”
I scoff away from the phone so he wouldn’t hear. Like that’s what I need. “Sure. What is the favor?”
“One of the night guards called in sick, so I’ll need you to take his place.”
I drop my keys at his words. The keys landing onto the hard ground with a loud clank. “What?” I half hiss.
“I figured you’d be perfect for the job. Since it says, here in your resume, that you’ve been a night guard before.” I couldn’t respond. Too many questions going through my mind like a waterfall. Will Sunnydrop malfunction again? Will the animatronics malfunction? Are they going to come after me? “All right. It’s time for me to go. Thanks for taking this job. Have a good night.”
He hangs up. I shake my head from the ongoing thoughts, bending down to grab my keys. “That asshole.”
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Light And Dark(FNAF Security Breach) Part 4
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The day seemed to go by fast once the call with my boss ended. I was dreading the night to come. Dreading to be in the dark with an animatronic once again.
“The day is almost over.” Fred tells me, bumping my side lightly with his elbow. Fred and I have been standing at the desk, watching the kids run around the area with Sunnydrop. “Are you ready to get off work?”
I shake my head with a frown. “For the first time, no.”
He cocked his head, eyebrow raised. “No? Why not?”
“Scott called me earlier today. Asked me to take over a night guards job tonight.” I say with regret.
“No way! Why you?”
“Because I had Night Guard duty on my resume.” I scoff. “I am not ready for tonight.”
I could tell he wanted to ask more questions, but the sound of a phone ringing on the desk interrupted him. He picks up the cell phone, answering it with his usual bright greeting.
A few words later, he ends the call. “Looks like they’re closing the Daycare early. Let’s wrap things up, then.” He smiles. “I’ll call on the speaker. Could you get Sunny back on stage?”
My heart froze.
It’s okay. Sunnydrop is fixed now. He won’t hurt me. He won’t do anything to me. He won’t grab my-
“You alright?” Fred’s hand rests on my shoulder, gently nudging me to get my attention.
My eyes flicker to his, a small smile gracing my face. “I’ll go get Sunny.” With that, I walk away from the counter and towards Sunnydrop.
Sunnydrop notices me quickly, jumping from foot to foot with excitement. “(Y/N)! Look kids! It’s (Y/N)! She’s a nice woman!” He calls out. All of the kids turn their attention to me, running at me like a herd of elephants.
“Miss (Y/N)! Thank you for helping me feel better!” A boy who scraped his knee earlier that day hugs me tight.
I smile at him. “Of course! I’m glad you’re feeling better.”
“Attention all parents and children! The Daycare will be closed early today! Please slowly and carefully exit the area.” Fred’s happy voice came through the speakers. All of the children whined and cried that they had to leave, like usual. But soon the children started to clear the area, so I walked up closer to Sunnydrop to get my job over with.
“Hey, Sunny. You did a great job today. But it’s time to go home.” I hesitate to speak to the animatronic I loved so dearly.
His head spins around, like he does for the children to smile, and jumps around. “Time to go home? Time to go home?! Awe man! I’ll miss seeing your smiling face!” He says excitedly.
My heart almost melted at his words. Almost. It was something he would say often after becoming close with the robot. He was very kind to me. But after that night…I couldn’t hear the kindness behind those words.
“Yeah. But I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” I try to smile at him.
“Alright, (Y/N)! See yah!” He waves goodbye at me as I walk back to the desk.
Fred had his coat on and his bag over his shoulder. “See yah tomorrow, (Y/N)! And good luck for tonight.” He calls, walking out the door.
Yeah… luck. I’ll need it.
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[[DISCLAIMER]: I don’t know how exactly robots work, so this is how I think they work. Even so, I tried to not make it so long. Robot programming has not been researched for this chapter.]
Program loading...
.......
Program startup...
......
Program functional...
Order Code: Entertain children. Protect children. Watch children.
Safety Code: Keep children safe.
Bring child to STAFF if injured.
Emotional Code: Happy. Excited. Kind.
“Hey there, Sunny!” A staff member walks up to Sunnydrop.
Scanning human...
Scanning Complete.
STAFF Member: Fred Winkston. Age: 34. Position: Daycare Center STAFF.
“Hey Fred! Is it time to party? Is it? Is it?” Sunnydrop jumps around happily.
Fred smiles at the robot. “It sure is! Let’s get started!”
Signaling....
Signaling...
Signal Code Functional: Let’s Get Started
Signal Code: Start.
“You got it, Boss man!” Sunnydrop salutes Fred, running towards his stage.
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“Sunny, look at this!” A little boy grabs the robot’s attention.
“Oh boy! What a toy that is!” The animatronic responds.
“Sunny, it’s my birthday today!” A little girl says.
“Well, then, happy birthday! You deserve a hug!” He hugs the girl in a tight embrace.
“...It’s nice to meet you...”
Scanning voice...
Scanning complete.
New STAFF Member: (Y/N) (L/N). Age: 25. Position: Daycare Center STAFF.
Sunnydrop looks at the Daycare center desk. Fred was shaking a woman’s hand. The woman was smiling.
Scanning...
Scanning complete.
Smiling resembles kindness.
(Y/N) (L/N) is kind.
Kindness acceptable.
“Hey there, new friend!” Sunnydrop suddenly appears before the woman and Fred.
“You must be Sunnydrop! It’s nice to meet you.” (Y/N) shakes his metal hand.
“Call me Sunny! All of my friends call me Sunny.”
“Well, Sunny, I can’t wait to start working with you.” She smiles even wider.
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A Few Months Later...
Program Loading....
.....
Program Startup....
.....
Program functional...
Order Code: Entertain Children. Protect Chi-LdR--eN....
Program Corrupt.
......
Program Restart.
Order Code: Entertain Children. Protect ChiL--Dre--.....(Y/N) (L/N). Watch (Y/N) (L/N).
Safety Code: Keep Ch--iLd--Rrrr.... (Y/N) (L/N) safe.
Bring C--hi..-lllll--d.... (Y/N) (L/N) in Daycare Center if injured.
Emotional Code: Happy. Excited. Kind.
Heee--r...r Sm-smm-...iLll--e..
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Program Startup...
Order Code: Unable to speak. Unable to move.
Scanning human....
Sanning complete.
STAFF Member: Scott C*****n. Age: **. Position: Manager.
Scanning human.....
Scanning complete.
STAFF Member: Mike *******. Age: **. Position: Animatronic Mechanic.
“So, what’s up with him?” Mike asks.
“Don’t know. The new coworker called in. Said that Sunny was watching her...in a creepy way.” Scott mumbles.
“Are you talking about (Y/N)? Yeah, she’s been here for a few months.” Mike recalls.
Scott nods. “I don’t know what the problem is. Fred said that he was acting fine.”
“So, should I check it out?”
Scott stayed silent for a few seconds. “No. There’s no point in wasting our time. I’ll just tell her that he was fixed.”
Program Shutdown.
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The Next Night...
Scanning human...
Scanning complete.
STAFF Member: (Y/N) (L/N).
(Y/N) (L/N).
(Y/N).
Fix resembles bad function.
“I wasn’t.... being bad.” Sunnydrop says quietly to himself.
Lying resembles bad behavior.
Bad Behavior unacceptable.
(Y/N) must be punished.
Order Code: Back to stage.
Back t--o St-..Age....
Ba..-cK...
Order Code: Punish (Y/N).
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Light And Dark(FNAF Security Breach) Part 9
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It’s not very often to see Vanessa smile. If anything, she keeps a frown on her face almost all the time. Unless she eats a food she likes, or she puts on a fake smile for children. Other than that, you see her growling at people she hates the most when they pass by. I’m just glad she doesn’t growl at me. It might just be because I’m her new favorite Night Guard partner. But I’m sure as hell ain’t happy about it.
It’s midnight at the entrance of the Pizzaplex. Vanessa and I’s meeting spot, to be exact. Half of the time, my ears went deaf to her directions for the night as I stared at her smile with fear. It wasn’t a happy-that-you’re-my-new-partner smile. It felt more like a I-can’t-wait-to-see-what-you-go-through-tonight smile. Especially when she’s the only one who knows about the Moondrop incident.
Towards the end of her words, I managed to pitch my ears in to ignore that creepy smile.
“And don’t go into the basement floors. Pass Parts and Services.” She says.
I cock my head with furrowed brows. “Parts and services? Where’s that?” I ask her. I remember seeing the Parts and Services bins laying around, but never had I actually been there.
“You don’t know where that is?”
I shake my head. “I work at Daycare, Vanessa. “I let out a halfheartedly laugh.
“Well, it’s just under the stage. Use your map if you have to.” She points at the Fazwatch she gave me during her speech. It wraps tightly around my wrist. I glance down at it with a frown. Bless her heart for making sure I didn’t get lost, but also curse her heart for making me feel like a child. She then walks off and leaves me alone in the lobby.
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An hour of walking around has passed. There wasn’t anything too alarming so far. And by too alarming, I mean almost getting heart attacks by accidentally running into security bots and making them set off an alarm.
But what really caught my eyes were the security bots roaming around. There was way more than we usually have at night. I was curious about the crazy amount. A security bot at almost every corner and space of this giant building.
I put myself against a wall as a security bot runs by with a flashlight. I grab my walkie talkie and press the button that calls Vanessa. A noise to grab her attention. But a few minutes of me continuously pressing the button, I never received an answer. Only buzzing interference came through.
“Weird…” I say aloud, putting the walkie talkie away. Maybe we were too far apart.
“Gregory…” A robotic voice stops me from moving away from the wall. It sounded way too familiar, so I turned the corner to see if I was right.
And I was. Glamrock Chica was slumped, walking around the building as she called out for this…Gregory. Who is Gregory? And why are the animatronics roaming around? Did Scott program them to walk around and didn’t tell me or Vanessa?
I decided it was best to ask Glamrock Chica for the answers.
But something bumping into me makes me yelp in shock, frozen on the spot. I turn quickly, finding a boy with tanned skin looking up at me.
A boy ran into me. A child is in the building at closing time and ran into me. Ran into me. And I am a Night Guard.
“Oh my god!” I blurt out, making the child flinch. “What…what are you doing here?! Are you lost?” I try to ask the child. I probably wasn’t helping him stay calm from my yelling.
The boy didn’t say anything, slowly backing away from me. Before I could stop him, the boy turns and runs off. “Wait!” I call for the child, running after him. I couldn’t run very fast with my pencil skirt. Vanessa has mentioned something to me on the first night with her for me to wear pants next time. I must’ve forgotten about that, since I wore a skirt again. I am so used to wearing a nice office looking outfit for my job, that I didn’t think about wearing pants for this Night Guard job.
I follow the boy throughout the building, calling out to him over and over. As I went through a door the child went through, it turned out to be a closet. He ran into a dead end.
The door shuts behind me as I block it from him. “Would you calm down, please?” I gasp out from all of the running.
“F-Freddy, please help! I’m stuck!” The boy calls out. He had his wrist up close to his mouth to speak to it. I was about to question why he called out Freddy when the Fazwatch the boy is wearing makes a buzzing sound.
“Gregory? Are you alright?” Freddy’s voice comes through the watch.
“Freddy?” I ask aloud, surprised to hear him through the watch. His voice is programmed into the Fazwatch’s, but those weren’t the words he’s supposed to say in the watch. The boy’s terrified eyes glance up at me.
“(Y/N)?” Freddy says after a beat of silence.
“Yes! Freddy, what is going on? Who is this boy?”
“Oh. This is Gregory! I’ve been helping him through the night.” He says almost excitedly. “Gregory, this is (Y/N). You can trust her.”
The boy, Gregory, looks up at me one more time. Within seconds, he had his hands clutching onto my button-down shirt with glossy eyes. “Please! You have to help Freddy!”
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