En honor a que mi fic superhipermega favorito de FNaF está siendo re escrito (que por cierto es una joya) dibujé a estos cuatro problemáticos <3
VAYAN A LEERLO ( “Fucking Brothers” por P0rkSxda en Wattpad ) 🫶🫶🫶
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🚨Big news!🚨
In honor of it being October, the first chapter of my FNAF Fan-story will be uploaded to AO3 this week!
Stay tuned to know when it goes online!
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"This was the closest they have been in a small while. Since you've left the apartment. Since that night in that clothing store. And you felt fear again..."
#fnaffic #fanfic #readerinsert #xreader #zombieau
New Four Aces and The Application of Love chapter :]
#fnaf #williamafton #wafton #fnaffic #mrs.afton
archiveofourown.org/works/642086...
“…Can I ask you something?” William dragged his bloodshot, unseeing eyes away from the world rushing by the car window and forced them to focus on Henry in the driver’s seat. “Ask me anything.” Ask me if I did it, he thought through a dizzy haze of liquor and exhaustion, if I killed them, if I killed her, ask me why, ask me just once to my face and I’ll tell you. Henry held his gaze only a moment before turning to stare ahead down the dark road, unblinking, and said, “Never mind.”
A while back I did a writing meme where someone gave me a line of dialogue, and I wrote a five sentence fic around it. This is for the prompt "Can I ask you something?"
#fnaf #henryemily #williamafton #willry #helliam #dokverse #fnaffic #fanfic
“It wasn’t my choice to make. You didn’t leave me any other choice.” The hollowed-out husk of the thing that used to be his friend stared out at him from the withered rabbit’s head but didn’t speak--Henry wasn’t sure he could anymore, not with the damage from the spring locks, the years of disuse, and now the smoke inhalation--just sat against the wall, chest heaving like every breath brought him immeasurable pain. He’d told Henry once, cigarette shaking between his fingers some years after the first springlock failure, that he couldn’t remember the last time he wasn’t in pain, wasn’t sure if he’d existed before it. Henry turned to face the fire, sliding down the wall to join the creature on the floor, letting it slump against his shoulder as they watched the diner burn around them; he covered what was left of William’s hand with his own and sighed, “But this one is mine.”
A while back I did a writing meme where someone gave me a line of dialogue, and I wrote a five sentence fic around it. This is for the prompt "It wasn't my choice to make."
#fnaf #henryemily #williamafton #springtrap #willry #helliam #dokverse #fnaffic #fanfic
“Kids?” The soft call heralded a softer knock at the door. “It’s me.” Shifting his burden to one arm, William grasped the handle of the safe room door and eased it open just enough for the both of them to slip inside. His steps wavered as it closed, and he paused a moment to lean back against it as his head gave a little spin. He hadn’t expected to visit tonight or he certainly wouldn’t have been drinking beforehand, but plans had... changed. Quite suddenly. And he didn’t want to appear visibly inebriated in front of the kids even if they should still be too young to really notice. They’d always been very perceptive for their ages. So he stood with his back against the door, dripping rain water onto the concrete floor (he’d have to remember to clean up before he left so he didn’t piss off the janitorial shift first thing tomorrow) and letting his eyes adjust to the dark. Across the room, propped against the wall, the slumped, hollow form of a bear took shape from the shadows. William beamed. “Hey, Gare-bear.” Now able to see, his gaze swept right towards the corner, where a striped, spindly marionette sat perched on a stack of boxes. “Hey, Charlie.” Silence answered his greetings, but he didn’t take offense. It was hardly fair to expect them to use mouths they no longer really had, after all. And they always found ways other than words to speak to him when they really needed. With his bundle cradled safely back in both arms, he started across the floor towards the looming bear costume. Towards Garrett.
![“I’m sorry it’s been a little while since I’ve come to visit,” he began, head tipped forward contritely. “I know it must get lonely back here. You almost never get to see the others.” The active animatronics were kept on their stages unless they needed to be brought to the back rooms for repairs or maintenance checks, and even then it was rarely to the safe room. “And your Uncle Henry... Well...”
Henry hated it back here. Hated the decommissioned Fredbear and Security Puppet that William wouldn’t let him get rid of. Hated how William kept sneaking back here to talk to them like they were their own precious dead-and-buried children and not the soulless machines that had failed them.
[begin italics] But they hadn’t failed them. They had saved them. They kept them close. He had failed them. He had failed them. He had failed them, he had failed them, hehadfailedthemhehadfailedthemhehadfail-- [end italics]
“You know your father loves you, Charlie.” He snapped his gaze to the marionette, its wide, white face staring back expectantly. “He just... He misses you. And he doesn’t understand.”
William had tried to make him understand, he truly had. But it only ever upset his friend and partner even more, and he worried that if he pushed too hard, Henry might end up knowing too much far too soon.
“But he will,” he reassured his honorary niece, smiling at her still vessel. Had her head been canted to the left like that just a moment ago? Maybe. He knew she was listening either way. “I promise you, poppet. We’ll help him understand, and we’ll... We’ll be a family again. Just like before.”](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:xym5ggdy7iigkjylvnbw4qgc/bafkreiewdughpl7bj3tvqrts2g74oofmpihhukd3x7ezpf2gd3bnfclbz4)
“I’m sorry it’s been a little while since I’ve come to visit,” he began, head tipped forward contritely. “I know it must get lonely back here. You almost never get to see the others.” The active animatronics were kept on their stages unless they needed to be brought to the back rooms for repairs or maintenance checks, and even then it was rarely to the safe room. “And your Uncle Henry... Well...” Henry hated it back here. Hated the decommissioned Fredbear and Security Puppet that William wouldn’t let him get rid of. Hated how William kept sneaking back here to talk to them like they were their own precious dead-and-buried children and not the soulless machines that had failed them. [begin italics] But they hadn’t failed them. They had saved them. They kept them close. He had failed them. He had failed them. He had failed them, he had failed them, hehadfailedthemhehadfailedthemhehadfail-- [end italics] “You know your father loves you, Charlie.” He snapped his gaze to the marionette, its wide, white face staring back expectantly. “He just... He misses you. And he doesn’t understand.” William had tried to make him understand, he truly had. But it only ever upset his friend and partner even more, and he worried that if he pushed too hard, Henry might end up knowing too much far too soon. “But he will,” he reassured his honorary niece, smiling at her still vessel. Had her head been canted to the left like that just a moment ago? Maybe. He knew she was listening either way. “I promise you, poppet. We’ll help him understand, and we’ll... We’ll be a family again. Just like before.”
![They’d all be a family again. Henry would be happy again, and Frances would bring Sammy back, and Elizabeth and Michael would be safe under his roof where they belonged, and Charlie would be ruining her dress in the dirt again, and Garrett would smile at him again with his own mouth and not the gaping, stained jaws of the thing that had killed--
“But until then!” William gasped, voice rising sharp and quick, cracking at the peak. “I’ve brought you some company.”
He held the bundle in his arms forward like an offering at the altar, the little form wrapped head-to-toe in a thick tarp and tied with twine at both ends and the middle to keep out the rain.
[begin italics] And keep in the blood and the bone and the brain-- [end italics]
“A n-new... Ugh...” Bile bubbled at the back of his throat, and he swallowed the taste, ignoring the tremor in his stomach, his voice, his arms. “A new friend to stay with you. Their name is Cassidy.”](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:xym5ggdy7iigkjylvnbw4qgc/bafkreiccrox2ibx44ann5wtbsy22rby37vmr5cnka3vdqsup3xpqygaqq4)
They’d all be a family again. Henry would be happy again, and Frances would bring Sammy back, and Elizabeth and Michael would be safe under his roof where they belonged, and Charlie would be ruining her dress in the dirt again, and Garrett would smile at him again with his own mouth and not the gaping, stained jaws of the thing that had killed-- “But until then!” William gasped, voice rising sharp and quick, cracking at the peak. “I’ve brought you some company.” He held the bundle in his arms forward like an offering at the altar, the little form wrapped head-to-toe in a thick tarp and tied with twine at both ends and the middle to keep out the rain. [begin italics] And keep in the blood and the bone and the brain-- [end italics] “A n-new... Ugh...” Bile bubbled at the back of his throat, and he swallowed the taste, ignoring the tremor in his stomach, his voice, his arms. “A new friend to stay with you. Their name is Cassidy.”
First #WIPWednesday of 2025. Have something I've been poking at for a while.
cw: child murder (aftermath)
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