All is Hell in the Afton Family
~So basically, I got bored while hyperfixating on FNaF again and said fuck it we’re writing a story. This obviously doesn’t follow the timeline completely but stuff like ages matches up. I funkified it too and made it so Ennard dipped early but Mike is slowly starting to decay/go grape mode, starting with his hands~
Chapter 1: Slow
It was a slower day than usual at Freddy's with only a few tables filled and minimal screams of excitement from the children. Dorothea wandered about, taking orders as they came and clearing tables as they went. After a while, she was able to sit back behind the prize counter and relax due to the lack of newcomers and orders. There was no doubt that the place smelled absolutely awful but Dot marked it up to the absurd amount of dad's either smoking cigarettes or chewing tobacco. Call it denial but she refused to think it was something rotting.
"Earth to Dot?" Mike called while waving his hand in front of her face. She jumped as she snapped back to reality with a chuckle.
"Sorry, Mike. Nothing to do so might as well daydream y'know?" She explained somewhat sheepishly. Mike only chuckled and hopped up to sit on the counter with her.
"Yeah there's really nothing better to do," He sighed, clearly bored.
"Don't you think it's weird? How slow business is?" Dorothea asked, craning her head slightly to look up at him.
"It's unsettling more than anything. That smell doesn't help either," Mike remarked, wrinkling his nose at the smell as the AC kicked on, wafting it everywhere.
"It smells like something died,"
"Hopefully my dad," Mike half joked, earning a punch to the arm and a laugh from Dot. The two adults fell into a mini chuckle fit, simply enjoying each other's company and humor.
"You're such a- oh! Hello, Mr. Afton," Dot greeted, suddenly sitting upright a little more.
"Why aren't you taking orders, Dorothea?" William asked flatly, dark eyes boring into Dot's dual colored ones.
"I- um," She stammered, growing uncomfortable from the eye contact. "I've taken them all since business has been slow so I was just-,"
"Slacking off with my son?" He added with a minor head tilt and small, creepy smile before Dot slowly slipped off the counter.
"Can you not scare our last waitress away, Father?" Mike growled while jumping down off of the counter and placing a protective arm around Dorothea's shoulders.
"There are things you could both be doing other than- flirting at the prize counter," William argued and Dot tensed as Mike's grip on her shoulder tightened.
"Um- could we not start a fight in front of the kids?" She squeaked, trying to look anywhere else.
"Let's go to the office then," Mike grumbled before grabbing Dot's sleeve with his bandaged hand and tugging her along with him. He never held her hand or wrist which she found odd but she chalked it up to it was awkward for him to hold with all her bracelets and rings.
"Just stay behind me," Mike whispered and Dorothea needed a minute to figure out what he said thanks to how thick his British accent had gotten. That was her telltale that he was really really pissed off.
The office was cramped, stuffy and overall a place Dot couldn't stand the eeriness of. Mike gently nudged her behind him the moment his father stepped in.
"Explain why you two would rather flirt behind the prize counter instead of cleaning up after the kids or something," William demanded while staring down his son.
"Have you ever tried to clean up after a kid while 20 others are running around them? I can't tell you how many times they've tried to eat the Lysol wipes," Mike sassed with a sharp blue glare. The worst part about being a witness to the father son duo arguments was how you could never get a word in or slip away in silence. Even if you weren't the main source of the argument.
"There are still things to do around here," William replied, eyes flicking over to the southern woman still guarded by his eldest son. He relished in the way she looked away, frightened.
"Like what? No one knows where that god awful smell is coming from so it's not like we can clean it and air freshener does nothing against it!" Mike barked, talking with his hands now as well.
"Wipe down tables, clean dishes, make sure nothing gets in or on the animatronics," Will listed while looking down at his hands and counting a finger with each task.
"Uhm, we can't really wipe down tables when they aren't dirty or when kids are actively eating at them and the kitchen staff are doing the dishes in their free time," Dot explained sheepishly, her hands coming to lightly wrap around Mike's biceps as she peeked out around him. She didn't notice how he tensed slightly at the contact before composing himself again.
"And weren't you the one who made the rule that absolutely no one is allowed on stage while the animatronics are performing?" Mike challenged and both of the young adults watched as William's face twisted with rage before he exhaled harshly through his nose, turned on his heel and stormed out.
Dorothea visibly relaxed once her boss' footsteps faded away, resting her head on Mike's firm back.
"Sorry about him, Dot. He's a real dickhead sometimes," Mike apologized quietly while turning to face the woman he secretly admired. For a moment, Mike took the time to take in her appearance. Her pink tipped brunette hair wasn't frizzed out from darting around and taking orders for once and her makeup was a little stronger than usual. Mainly the lipstick and there was a faint sharp pink point at the outer corner of her eyes.
"I-Its okay. He just…creeps me out I guess," Dorothea said finally, keeping her voice low so as to not risk possibly getting eavesdropped on.
"Yeah he does that. Its how he gets to you. Trust me I dealt with it for 17 years until I moved out," Mike chuckled out the last part, instinctively trying to lighten the mood.
"Guess that's why you're so 'stone cold', huh?" She teased with a laugh.
"Who said that?"
"The waitress who trained me. Sweet old woman really," She reminisced with a small smile.
"So I've got a reputation, I see?" Mike said while stepping over to the left doorway of the office, waiting for the woman to follow.
"Oh yes. 'Stay away from that Michael, Dorothea. He's a real stone cold bastard'," She recited while mimicking the old woman's voice.
"Is she wrong?" He asked while raising an eyebrow and resting his shoulder on the door jam.
"Hmm…I'd say..," She started before pausing and walking up to him. "She's right. You're a handsome bastard though," Dot nearly purred as she leaned up to him and ran her index finger up the column of his throat to his chin that spread a rosy color from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. Dot flashed a smirk to him before walking away down the dark and mildly dinghy hallway.
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LONG LIVE THE VILLAINESS !
amidst the tale of sweetest love and bitterest revenge, the fallen empress is cast back ten years into the past to correct her sins and avoid eternal damnation, even at the price of betraying her once husband, the very cause of her downfall.
♱ pairings. gojo satoru, fem!reader
♱ genre. enemies-to-lovers, period piece, medieval au
♱ tags. ooc, regression, crown prince!gojo, noble lady!reader, politics, classism, clan wars, religion (catholicism), misogyny, violence, war, rebellion, suggestive, smut, gore, double life, explicit language, more to be added
♱ notes. this fic draws heavy inspirations from the webnovel ‘sister, i am the queen in this life’ and manhwa of the same name. it’s basically a fanfic of that series bc i am obsessed with it :’D
♱ status. on-going (slow updates)
♱ THIS SERIES WILL SERVE AS THE THE SECOND TIMELINE -> READ HERE FOR THE FIRST TIMELINE (ORIGINAL STORY) ♱
PROLOGUE.
ACT I. THE LADY
ACT II. THE CROWN PRINCE
ACT III. THE KNIGHT
ACT IV. THE STAR CROSSED LOVERS
ACT V. THE BLESSED
ACT VI. THE SIN
ACT VII. THE REVELATION
ACT VIII. THE ENEMY
ACT IX. THE LOVER
ACT X. THE EMPRESS
EPILOGUE.
PROLOGUE
Like plunging beneath the surface of water and then, abruptly, breaking through to the air above—your body jolted as if awakening in a new world altogether. You drew in a long breath, your eyes fluttering open to reveal the ceiling, both familiar yet unfamiliar in its greeting. Swiftly, you surveyed your surroundings, noting with growing recognition the confines of your old room within the De Roma estate. The estate!
You were not in the palace of Caelum, but in the estate of House De Roma. A surge of realization flooded through you as you dashed towards the nearest mirror, confronting your reflection with wide, startled eyes.
No... could it be... that you have returned to your body, ten years prior?!
In the mirror, the reflection staring back at you was not that of the notorious wife of the tyrant Emperor Satoru, but of a 20-year-old maiden, the eldest daughter of Duke de Roma, with fuller cheeks and a more youthful appearance. You could not shake the feeling of disbelief, wondering if this was all just a dream, so you reached out to touch your arms and felt the flesh beneath your fingers, trying to convince yourself that this was an unexpected reality.
Oh, you were back. You found yourself returned to your former self, a decade younger, but now armed with the knowledge of your past life's actions and their consequences. Alongside this newfound understanding, the gift of clairvoyance had also been bestowed upon you.
And for what? Why had the heavens above returned you to your body? Was it for revenge, a second chance, or perhaps punishment?
Suddenly, a loud, deafening sound pierced your ears, and a blinding white light enveloped your vision. Your body became as still as a statue, and it felt as though your soul was transported to a fourth dimension where divine intervention seemed a lot more plausible to exist.
As your soul hovered in the liminal space between life and death, you found yourself standing before a figure cloaked in billowing robes, her presence commanding and her gaze piercing. This figure was Fortuna, the ancient Caelan goddess of fortune and fate, her visage austere and unforgiving.
“Are you aware of the sins that stain your soul?”
“Have you felt the weight of your transgressions, the consequences of your actions that have wrought suffering upon your people and brought ruin to your empire?”
Her voice echoed through the realm with the divine judgment that weighed upon your conscience, while her gaze penetrated to the core of your being and demanded honesty and accountability in the face of your past misdeeds.
“Will you atone for your sins?”
“Will you seize this opportunity for redemption, or will you squander it in self-pity and remorse?”
As you stood in the presence of the ancient goddess, grappling with the heaviness of your sins and the daunting task ahead, a brilliant light had all of a sudden illuminated the space around you. From the heart of this radiant glow emerged the figure of Archangel Raphael, his presence heralded by a chorus of angelical voices and the stirring of celestial winds.
Clad in robes that seemed to shimmer with the intensity of celestial light, Archangel Raphael's presence commanded attention, his wings unfurled behind him in a display of resolute authority. If Goddess Fortuna was intimidating, the archangel was fearsome all the more. His gaze, intense and penetrating, swept over you with a gravity that left no room for evasion or deceit.
“Empress of Caelum,” he spoke, his tone firm and unyielding, and his voice carrying a billion years of heavenly existence, “You stand accused of grievous sins, crimes that have shaken the very foundations of your empire and brought suffering upon your people.”
There was no trace of softness in Archangel Raphael's demeanor, no room for mercy in the face of wrongdoing. His presence was a testament to the uncompromising nature of divine justice, his strictness a reflection of the solemn duty entrusted to him as an Archangel of the Almighty. This, no doubt, was the face of a true and formidable executor of justice.
And you, the subject, had angered the divine beings that guarded the Caelan Empire, so much so that God himself sent the goddess of the land and one of his archangels to mitigate your rightful punishment.
“By the decree of the Almighty, you are granted a second chance to amend your sins and redeem your soul. You shall return to the mortal realm, to live your life anew and correct the sins that have stained your soul.”
“Should you fail to rectify your past transgressions, should you stray from the path of righteousness and succumb once more to the temptations of darkness, know that the consequences shall be severe and eternal.”
“For those who squander the gift of divine mercy shall be cast into the deepest depths of hell, where they shall endure a punishment of unending torment and suffering.”
In the presence of Archangel Raphael and Goddess Fortuna’s equally stern gazes, you were keenly aware of the magnitude of your transgressions and the severity of the judgment that awaited you. But even as you trembled beneath the weight of their scrutiny, you knew that their presence also offered you the opportunity for redemption, with your only task to prove yourself worthy of divine mercy.
Indeed, it was by your very hands that hundreds and thousands of Christian souls shed their blood. Innocent lives, both young and old, were cruelly taken at your command. The citizens of Caelum who fell sick from the spread of the plague. The esteemed Caelan advisors of your husband’s primogenitors, skinned alive and speared in pikes by the Tiber River. The wrongly accused maid who suffered the indignity of serving your husband, paraded unclothed through the streets and subjected to the brutality of the pear of anguish. The gallant and dignified knight, tortured mentally and physically in the atrocious dungeon. Now, you find yourself thrust back into the horrors of your former life ten years hence. A life of a noble lady who ought not to be blinded by her destructive love for the empire’s crown prince.
Yet, could you truly navigate this life without ascending to the position as his empress?
As you tried to commune with the divine beings afore you, a haze in your vision transported you away from the heavenly space, realizing that you were already drawn back into the reality of your chamber, inhabiting the youthful frame of a twenty-year-old daughter of a duke. You found yourself too astonished to move, too shaken to speak, and too afraid to take any action in this new lease of life blessed upon you. At that very moment, your state of reverie was disrupted at the arrival of your maid, who entered your chamber in a humble servant garb.
Milena. The maid whose life was cut short by your hand in your past existence due to petty thievery. “My lady,” she spoke with a hint of respect and urgency, unaware of the ill-fate you had given her in your past life, “A visitor has arrived at the gates and requests an audience with you. Shall I show them in?”
Too soon? Need it truly be so soon to engage with the people from your past life immediately after awakening to your old, yet younger body? Gazing upon your maid through the mirror, you asked, “Who is that intruder you speak of?”
She bowed her head, her stance shifting into one of apologetic deference. The way she firmly stood by your door was a message to you that the intruder was not someone you could easily reject the presence of.
“The visitor is His Highness, Crown Prince Satoru.”
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Two Sides of the Same Coin - ToG Time Travel AU (Masterlist)
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2nd Floor (Season 1)
#1.1 Arrival + #1 - Introduction + #1.2 New beginning
#2 - Discovery
#3 - Future + #3.1 Haunted
#4 - Weary + #4.1 Lost & found
Time difference
#5.1 Bliss + #5 - Reconnect + #5.2 FUG + #5.3 Hwaryun
Grace's backstory
Rak's dramatic entrance
#6.1 Hoh +#6 - Promise + #6.2 Grace
Grace's outfit
Grace's ways of relaxing
About Rachel
About Laure
Shibisu's thoughts on Grace
Bam's thoughts on Grace
Khun's thoughts on Grace
Grace's relationship
Grace's plan for Rachel
Grace's arrival
#7.1 Silent Conversation + #7 - Disappearance
#8 - Grief
End of Season 1 - art, a/n, and announcement
Season 2 setting
Hatz and Endorsi's thoughts on Grace + hide and seek test
Names
18th Floor (Season 2)
🔥 #1 Testing the water (explicit) 🔥
#9 - Rescue
Grace and Viole - by @cheer-soli-art
#10 - Relatives
#11 - Encounter
#12 - Sorrow
#13 - Reunion
What did Khun figure?
Viole's opinion on the reunion
Agni's face
Marriage
Grace and Agni's design
Agni's reason to climb early
#14 - Partner
Off-screen Braiding scene - by @ylge
Doodles - by @cheer-soli-doodles
#15 - Memento + #15.1 Alliance + #15.2 News
#16 - Myself + #16.1 Favor + #16.2 Rachel
#17 - Doppelganger + #17.1 Call + #17.2 - Auri + #17.3 Wind up
🎂 Khun birthday art (2023) 🎂 | 🎉 One-year anniversary art (2023)🎉 | 😘 GraceAgni almost kissing meme 😘 | 👗 GraceAgni with maid outfits 👗
Reflection Review - by @jusalilweird
A possible future - by @cheer-soli-art
Agni and Khun's differences
#18 - Whereabouts + #18.1 Rak + #18.2 Decision
#19 - Abode + #19.1 Anticipation + #19.2 Dinner + #19.3 Unravel
GraceAgni hurt comfort - by @cheer-soli-art
#20.1 Sulk + #20 - Visit + #20.2 Spell + #20.3 Company + #20.4 Icebreaking + #20.5 Care + #20.6 Concern + #20.7 Reason + #20.8 Spar + #20.9 Heads up + #20.10 Chat
#21.1 Order + #21 - Wall + #21.2 Unavoidable + #21.3 Thoughts
(Will be updated)
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