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I finally wrote a oneshot in like ... so daMn loNG, holy sHIt-
Iiiit can be a bit rough here and there, but it's pErfect- :D
Also, just loVe these two iDioTs being so fooliShlY fond of each other, haha-
The moment he said her name, she knew something was wrong.
Her gaze darted to him from across the hall, and there he stood. Eyes bright with a subtle disturbance in them that she knew too well. Ears flat with one constantly twitching as a streamer clung to it. Probably got tangled up there during one of his patrols through the building. The only thing thing off about his exterior, and the only thing that was causing the turmoil prevalent behind his eyes.
He didn't waste another breath. Just started toward her with an urgency he didn't even show five minutes before opening hours.
His hands found her shoulders before he fully stopped, searching her face like he was looking for any signs of the fact that she knew. That she could see the pain on his face.
And she did. She saw all of it.
"Chi, can youβ can youβ" his voice caught, which was new for Freddy. His voice was the steady, mighty thing that the others relied on, and right now, it was wavering, just as much as the ear tangled with the streamer was.
"It won't come off. Itβ" he gestured to the streamer with a tilt of his head. "I've tried everything but it won't come off. It's stuck."
His fans were loud, dissipating heat faster than they usually would. She could feel it radiate toward her, almost to a suffocating degree.
If it was that bad outward, who knows how much strain his poor systems were on the inside.
Her hand shifted in tandem with his jaw. He tried to say more, but her gentle grasp along his cheek caught him, made him pause before he made it worse for himself.
He was trembling.
She flicked a brief glance to the streamer stuck in his ear, then looked back at him. Her own optics flickered with something soft, inching closer as her thumb traced soothing patterns along his cheek.
"I've got you. I'll take it off."
He didn't respond, but his head leaned into her touch a little. The distress in his gaze muddled with a hint of touch-starved affection, the free ear tipped lower than it was, but less agitated now.
She tilted her head once he was a little at ease, "Your office?"
___
It didn't look like it'd been tangled that bad. The streamer probably got stuck up and Freddy overcalculated on how to pull it out. In turn, he made it more complicated, and worse.
She carefully tugged it from underneath the metal framework connecting to the ear, making sure not to prick the sensory wire trailing along it. With each pull, the ear twitched, making her pause before she could continue extracting it.
Freddy was sitting on the chair with his head leaned a bit toward her, almost nestled into her chest if she hadn't kept his head upright to pry the streamer out of his ear. He was very still and tense, staring intensely at the pencil cup sitting upon the desk not too far from him. He'd been staring there for the past five minutes now.
A slight tug too hard and his whole frame jolted, head knocked into her chest, hand flew up to her arm.
Chica's hands immediately let go, one extending outward to brush against his cheek, the other gently rubbed a finger over the exposed connection of his ear. It was ... tense, to say the least.
"Easy," she whispered softly, pulling his head in just a tad closer to herself. "I'm right here."
"I know," His voice was shaky. "It just .. hurt."
A light chuckle as she leaned lower, pushed his hat away a tad to nuzzle her beak to the top of his head.
"It's a little stuck, so it'll prick here and there."
Freddy's own head shifted, adjusting itself under hers, voice still tremulous, but a hint of rawness bled through. "It startled me."
"Yeah?" She murmured softly, watching as his free hand came up to retrieve his hat before it fell all the way down. He was very fussy about that thing.
But also, it gave her room to adjust herself a bit more comfortably against him.
"What were you thinking about that a little prick startled you, hmm?"
A scoff, almost a soft laugh. "Nothing important."
"Doesn't feel like it wasn't."
The huff from his vents thrummed through his shell, reverberating through to her. He then gestured toward the pencil cup with the hand that'd now set the hat aside.
"It looked out of place."
Her eyes found it immediately, studying it like it was something too important to miss. It was a standard, wooden pencil cup, a couple pens standing aimlessly within. For someone like her, it didn't appear out of place at all. It was just a pencil cup, being .. a pencil cup.
But he would think differently.
She knew that.
She knew too well.
Her hand that'd been on his cheek, trailed further down to his muzzle, feeling his frame twitch a tad at the contact, like he was debating between whether to stay clung to her chest, or lean into her hand.
Her fingers traced patterns across his face.
"We'll fix it after the streamer's gone."
"It'll be too late." He countered like it was obvious, making her optics flicker with a mix of disbelief, and curiosity.
"Too late to fix a pencil cup?"
"Yeah. It's .. crooked."
She stared at the cup for another beat, trying to see what he saw in it. What was crooked, but nothing there registered as such. Not even by the smallest inch.
A soft sigh slipped her, brows furrowing in thought.
"Can I fix it?"
Freddy was silent for a moment, systems humming against her own. She could almost hear the clicking of his gears as he pondered, making something in her chest shift as though they were physically integrated with each other. She adored his little sounds more than she'd admit.
"You can try." He answered with a hint of uncertainty in his tone.
And, given the signal, Chica did shift. Pulled away from his head despite the hollowness it left in her chest, and reached for the pencil cup to just push it to the left a tad.
Her hand remained there until Freddy gave her the thumbs up.
"Better?"
From the corner of her eye, she saw his head tilt.
"A little right."
A snort, "Okay." before she pushed it right.
Silence for a beat.
"Now?"
Then,
"It's ... tolerable."
She caught the uncertainty before he could say it out loud, so she readjusted it again. Now to her own liking. A little to the left, a tad to the right, until she was satisfied with it and had pulled away.
Her gaze fell on him again.
"How about now?"
Freddy's eyes didn't leave the cup, but they did narrow, fingers twitching as though he was intending to shift it himself. Like even that wasn't satisfying enough.
It was a bit disappointing to know she couldn't help him when he needed it most. The prick in her processors almost pulled all her attention away.
But Freddy didn't reach out. He didn't touch the pencil cup by even a millimeter. She waited there another moment to see if he would, but after a while, he just, averted his gaze. Looked at her with a glint in his eyes that she could only pass off as warmth.
"Perfect." With such conviction she wasn't sure if he was lying to make her feel better.
"Are you sure?"
He nodded sincerely, voice drowning in an affection that made her sensors buzz with a yearning to draw closer.
"I'm always sure when it's you. You're smart."
She felt something trip in her chest. Something warm and staticy that trickled through her entire frame like her systems had been fueled with life anew. Brown flooded her vision as the words echoed inside her, over and over again.
Her hands found their way back before she moved onto the next thought. Arms wrapping around his head, pulling him back into that same position she had before. His head fit right within like the perfect puzzle piece.
She forgot she had to remove the streamer from his ear a moment. And, from the looks of it, he had too.
A minute passed. Then another.
Her fingers traced over his features like they were trying to memorize him. Optics slid closed as her remaining senses tunneled onto the thrumming of his systems underneath. He was so gentle and sweet when he was at ease. Not bothered by work, not bothered by things outside of their confined, shared space.
You're smart.
A chuckle slipped her at another echo of those words, head lightly brushing against him.
"I'm smart, huh?"
The ear that was not pressed up against her flicked.
"Smartest of us all."
"Yeah?" She opened her eyes, now looking down at him. Could only see his brows from where she'd rested her head, but she could imagine the peace on his expressions down there. Away from the world where everything was a huge problem of its own.
"Even smarter than you?"
A pause, before a soft, "I said so, didn't I?"
A laugh escaped her before she said anything more, trying to hug him closer than it was physically possible.
He didn't even take two minutes to ponder on that.
"Okay ... what else besides smart?"
"You're beautiful ... and perfect, and talented, aaand full of life."
Freddy's chuckle only made it so much worse,
Warmth wrapped around her processors so tight her vents may as well have forgotten to function for a second. She felt her frame give under the weight of those words, shoulders loosening, optics flickering heavily with too much affection.
"And a thousand other things I don't even have the words for."
Something about Freddy Fazbear of all 'tronics not having the words to describe what she meant to him was ... dizzying. She could feel a trip in her wiring as warmth overflowed within her systems, and to expel which, she'd giggled.
"You're too sweet yourself, you know, lieverd?"
His head inched further into her embrace as a warm hum rumbled through his voice-box, making her fingers twitch before resuming their gentle caress along his features.
Oh, how much she adored leaving him melting into her touch like that.
She was still admiring that fact when he asked her, voice drunken with affection, "You never told me what that means."
A hum, just as warm as his had been only moments earlier. Her hand traced up to his free ear, stroking it once before it'd flicked on instinct, causing her to rest it just beside.
"It just means you really matter to me."
"But, what is it specifically?"
She chuckled with a hint of mock-offense bleeding into her tone, "Don't you trust me, lieverd? It's nothing bad."
His own hand had tenderly brushed against her upper arm it was still resting at, scoffing. "I do trust you. I trust you with my life. Just ... curious."
A playful glint flashing in her eyes, before she readjusted herself over his head as an attempt to pull him closer. Giggling.
"Well, curious you shall remain."
A low laugh rumbled from him as well. The same warm sound that slipped him every other time she dismissed him like that, making something in her chest flutter again, albeit with softness around the edges. She'd been using Lieverd and words similar to it for a while now, and his intrigue only ever compelled her to use them more. She had an inkling that he knew she only called them more to draw out that sweet little reaction of his.
She only responded with a teasing hum; trailed her fingers along his ear once more to pull that instinctive flick from him. Rested that hand beneath his head afterward, and just ... settled.
"Not fair."
The minutes ticked by like seconds.
The slow depletion of his system sounds was what finally dragged her out of her reverie.
That whole while, she kept absentmindedly tracing her fingers underneath his jaw, threading through the fuzz clung to his casing. There was no particular pattern, nothing she was really aiming for, just the resultant of the quiet calm cascading through her circuits like a beautiful lullaby.
A flicker of her optics accompanied a quizzical glance down to him. "Fred?"
No answer.
She remained where she was for half a second, brows furrowing as she wondered what might've happened.
Then, slowly-
Her head lifted before she did anything else. Both hands trailed up to steady him as she leaned toward him to look. Uttered his name once more, only to break off midway whenβ
She found him sound asleep.
A blink.
He was out cold. Not a single disturbance from her shuffling around him caught his attention. Not even the brush of her casing against his other ear. It flicked, but barely with the same intensity as it would if he were awake. His eyes had closed, head weighed heavier than it normally would, like his neck held no conscious command to hold it upright.
How long had they been strung together like this?
Her eyes slid back to said streamer, and for a minute, she almost contemplated leaving more of them around so he'd come to her every time to seek their removal. That way, he'd be at ease like this more often.
A tenderness danced in her optics as she continued to eye him. Head tilted, any tension in her features dissipated as she rubbed a gentle hand across his cheek. This was the most at ease she'd seen him the whole week, and all it'd needed was for a streamer to compel her to hug his head.
She wouldn't torment him like that.
An amused shake of her head broke the thought off.
But, her hand slipped back up to gently resume detangling the streamer afterwards. Without any resistance it was, easier.
I finally wrote a oneshot in like ... so daMn loNG, holy sHIt-
Iiiit can be a bit rough here and there, but it's pErfect- :D
Also, just loVe these two iDioTs being so fooliShlY fond of each other, haha-
The moment he said her name, she knew something was wrong.
Her gaze darted to him from across the hall, and there he stood. Eyes bright with a subtle disturbance in them that she knew too well. Ears flat with one constantly twitching as a streamer clung to it. Probably got tangled up there during one of his patrols through the building. The only thing thing off about his exterior, and the only thing that was causing the turmoil prevalent behind his eyes.
He didn't waste another breath. Just started toward her with an urgency he didn't even show five minutes before opening hours.
His hands found her shoulders before he fully stopped, searching her face like he was looking for any signs of the fact that she knew. That she could see the pain on his face.
And she did. She saw all of it.
"Chi, can youβ can youβ" his voice caught, which was new for Freddy. His voice was the steady, mighty thing that the others relied on, and right now, it was wavering, just as much as the ear tangled with the streamer was.
"It won't come off. Itβ" he gestured to the streamer with a tilt of his head. "I've tried everything but it won't come off. It's stuck."
His fans were loud, dissipating heat faster than they usually would. She could feel it radiate toward her, almost to a suffocating degree.
If it was that bad outward, who knows how much strain his poor systems were on the inside.
Her hand shifted in tandem with his jaw. He tried to say more, but her gentle grasp along his cheek caught him, made him pause before he made it worse for himself.
He was trembling.
She flicked a brief glance to the streamer stuck in his ear, then looked back at him. Her own optics flickered with something soft, inching closer as her thumb traced soothing patterns along his cheek.
"I've got you. I'll take it off."
He didn't respond, but his head leaned into her touch a little. The distress in his gaze muddled with a hint of touch-starved affection, the free ear tipped lower than it was, but less agitated now.
She tilted her head once he was a little at ease, "Your office?"
___
It didn't look like it'd been tangled that bad. The streamer probably got stuck up and Freddy overcalculated on how to pull it out. In turn, he made it more complicated, and worse.
She carefully tugged it from underneath the metal framework connecting to the ear, making sure not to prick the sensory wire trailing along it. With each pull, the ear twitched, making her pause before she could continue extracting it.
Freddy was sitting on the chair with his head leaned a bit toward her, almost nestled into her chest if she hadn't kept his head upright to pry the streamer out of his ear. He was very still and tense, staring intensely at the pencil cup sitting upon the desk not too far from him. He'd been staring there for the past five minutes now.
A slight tug too hard and his whole frame jolted, head knocked into her chest, hand flew up to her arm.
Chica's hands immediately let go, one extending outward to brush against his cheek, the other gently rubbed a finger over the exposed connection of his ear. It was ... tense, to say the least.
"Easy," she whispered softly, pulling his head in just a tad closer to herself. "I'm right here."
"I know," His voice was shaky. "It just .. hurt."
A light chuckle as she leaned lower, pushed his hat away a tad to nuzzle her beak to the top of his head.
"It's a little stuck, so it'll prick here and there."
Freddy's own head shifted, adjusting itself under hers, voice still tremulous, but a hint of rawness bled through. "It startled me."
"Yeah?" She murmured softly, watching as his free hand came up to retrieve his hat before it fell all the way down. He was very fussy about that thing.
But also, it gave her room to adjust herself a bit more comfortably against him.
"What were you thinking about that a little prick startled you, hmm?"
A scoff, almost a soft laugh. "Nothing important."
"Doesn't feel like it wasn't."
The huff from his vents thrummed through his shell, reverberating through to her. He then gestured toward the pencil cup with the hand that'd now set the hat aside.
"It looked out of place."
Her eyes found it immediately, studying it like it was something too important to miss. It was a standard, wooden pencil cup, a couple pens standing aimlessly within. For someone like her, it didn't appear out of place at all. It was just a pencil cup, being .. a pencil cup.
But he would think differently.
She knew that.
She knew too well.
Her hand that'd been on his cheek, trailed further down to his muzzle, feeling his frame twitch a tad at the contact, like he was debating between whether to stay clung to her chest, or lean into her hand.
Her fingers traced patterns across his face.
"We'll fix it after the streamer's gone."
"It'll be too late." He countered like it was obvious, making her optics flicker with a mix of disbelief, and curiosity.
"Too late to fix a pencil cup?"
"Yeah. It's .. crooked."
She stared at the cup for another beat, trying to see what he saw in it. What was crooked, but nothing there registered as such. Not even by the smallest inch.
A soft sigh slipped her, brows furrowing in thought.
"Can I fix it?"
Freddy was silent for a moment, systems humming against her own. She could almost hear the clicking of his gears as he pondered, making something in her chest shift as though they were physically integrated with each other. She adored his little sounds more than she'd admit.
"You can try." He answered with a hint of uncertainty in his tone.
And, given the signal, Chica did shift. Pulled away from his head despite the hollowness it left in her chest, and reached for the pencil cup to just push it to the left a tad.
Her hand remained there until Freddy gave her the thumbs up.
"Better?"
From the corner of her eye, she saw his head tilt.
"A little right."
A snort, "Okay." before she pushed it right.
Silence for a beat.
"Now?"
Then,
"It's ... tolerable."
She caught the uncertainty before he could say it out loud, so she readjusted it again. Now to her own liking. A little to the left, a tad to the right, until she was satisfied with it and had pulled away.
Her gaze fell on him again.
"How about now?"
Freddy's eyes didn't leave the cup, but they did narrow, fingers twitching as though he was intending to shift it himself. Like even that wasn't satisfying enough.
It was a bit disappointing to know she couldn't help him when he needed it most. The prick in her processors almost pulled all her attention away.
But Freddy didn't reach out. He didn't touch the pencil cup by even a millimeter. She waited there another moment to see if he would, but after a while, he just, averted his gaze. Looked at her with a glint in his eyes that she could only pass off as warmth.
"Perfect." With such conviction she wasn't sure if he was lying to make her feel better.
"Are you sure?"
He nodded sincerely, voice drowning in an affection that made her sensors buzz with a yearning to draw closer.
"I'm always sure when it's you. You're smart."
She felt something trip in her chest. Something warm and staticy that trickled through her entire frame like her systems had been fueled with life anew. Brown flooded her vision as the words echoed inside her, over and over again.
Her hands found their way back before she moved onto the next thought. Arms wrapping around his head, pulling him back into that same position she had before. His head fit right within like the perfect puzzle piece.
She forgot she had to remove the streamer from his ear a moment. And, from the looks of it, he had too.
A minute passed. Then another.
Her fingers traced over his features like they were trying to memorize him. Optics slid closed as her remaining senses tunneled onto the thrumming of his systems underneath. He was so gentle and sweet when he was at ease. Not bothered by work, not bothered by things outside of their confined, shared space.
You're smart.
A chuckle slipped her at another echo of those words, head lightly brushing against him.
"I'm smart, huh?"
The ear that was not pressed up against her flicked.
"Smartest of us all."
"Yeah?" She opened her eyes, now looking down at him. Could only see his brows from where she'd rested her head, but she could imagine the peace on his expressions down there. Away from the world where everything was a huge problem of its own.
"Even smarter than you?"
A pause, before a soft, "I said so, didn't I?"
A laugh escaped her before she said anything more, trying to hug him closer than it was physically possible.
He didn't even take two minutes to ponder on that.
"Okay ... what else besides smart?"
"You're beautiful ... and perfect, and talented, aaand full of life."
Freddy's chuckle only made it so much worse,
Warmth wrapped around her processors so tight her vents may as well have forgotten to function for a second. She felt her frame give under the weight of those words, shoulders loosening, optics flickering heavily with too much affection.
"And a thousand other things I don't even have the words for."
Something about Freddy Fazbear of all 'tronics not having the words to describe what she meant to him was ... dizzying. She could feel a trip in her wiring as warmth overflowed within her systems, and to expel which, she'd giggled.
"You're too sweet yourself, you know, lieverd?"
His head inched further into her embrace as a warm hum rumbled through his voice-box, making her fingers twitch before resuming their gentle caress along his features.
Oh, how much she adored leaving him melting into her touch like that.
She was still admiring that fact when he asked her, voice drunken with affection, "You never told me what that means."
A hum, just as warm as his had been only moments earlier. Her hand traced up to his free ear, stroking it once before it'd flicked on instinct, causing her to rest it just beside.
"It just means you really matter to me."
"But, what is it specifically?"
She chuckled with a hint of mock-offense bleeding into her tone, "Don't you trust me, lieverd? It's nothing bad."
His own hand had tenderly brushed against her upper arm it was still resting at, scoffing. "I do trust you. I trust you with my life. Just ... curious."
A playful glint flashing in her eyes, before she readjusted herself over his head as an attempt to pull him closer. Giggling.
"Well, curious you shall remain."
A low laugh rumbled from him as well. The same warm sound that slipped him every other time she dismissed him like that, making something in her chest flutter again, albeit with softness around the edges. She'd been using Lieverd and words similar to it for a while now, and his intrigue only ever compelled her to use them more. She had an inkling that he knew she only called them more to draw out that sweet little reaction of his.
She only responded with a teasing hum; trailed her fingers along his ear once more to pull that instinctive flick from him. Rested that hand beneath his head afterward, and just ... settled.
"Not fair."
The minutes ticked by like seconds.
The slow depletion of his system sounds was what finally dragged her out of her reverie.
That whole while, she kept absentmindedly tracing her fingers underneath his jaw, threading through the fuzz clung to his casing. There was no particular pattern, nothing she was really aiming for, just the resultant of the quiet calm cascading through her circuits like a beautiful lullaby.
A flicker of her optics accompanied a quizzical glance down to him. "Fred?"
No answer.
She remained where she was for half a second, brows furrowing as she wondered what might've happened.
Then, slowly-
Her head lifted before she did anything else. Both hands trailed up to steady him as she leaned toward him to look. Uttered his name once more, only to break off midway whenβ
She found him sound asleep.
A blink.
He was out cold. Not a single disturbance from her shuffling around him caught his attention. Not even the brush of her casing against his other ear. It flicked, but barely with the same intensity as it would if he were awake. His eyes had closed, head weighed heavier than it normally would, like his neck held no conscious command to hold it upright.
How long had they been strung together like this?
Her eyes slid back to said streamer, and for a minute, she almost contemplated leaving more of them around so he'd come to her every time to seek their removal. That way, he'd be at ease like this more often.
A tenderness danced in her optics as she continued to eye him. Head tilted, any tension in her features dissipated as she rubbed a gentle hand across his cheek. This was the most at ease she'd seen him the whole week, and all it'd needed was for a streamer to compel her to hug his head.
She wouldn't torment him like that.
An amused shake of her head broke the thought off.
But, her hand slipped back up to gently resume detangling the streamer afterwards. Without any resistance it was, easier.
Below this is what my braiN has been clinging to for the pAsT tWO moNtHS-
I've written a whoLe other dOc abt Willy's relationships with the women in his life, so this is kind of a stARter pack of that-
Anyway, what you're abt to read is an unhiNged version of myself who got her hands on woRds- : )
Okay, I've been working on this idea for quite a while, and still refining on it, but like-
I genuinely love the concept that Chica's initial creator was a woman ( or Fiona, basically ), and after William got his hands on most things from Edwin's little company, most of her puppets became Afton's.
Tho, Aftom created the remaining animatronics, just stole the concept of the endoskeleton Edwin had aimed to work on in the future, expanded on it, and built the original group. So, while the characters were his idea ( Freddy, Bonnie and Foxy ), the blueprint for the skeleton was Edwin's.
Henry did NOT know. William was a shady businessman and only showed up with the final animatronics once he was done. He also was more pestered into building Chica as a last-minute addition to the band bcuz Henry's daughter seemed quite foNd of her character, and Henry himself wanted to do something with the concept to honor the memory of Fiona ( basically she was a friend of his from college ). William had no emotional affiliations, but he liked being performative, aaand plus, on a subconscious level, it'd give him a chance to confront with an old demon in his life who claimed he was possessed and tormented him β aka his mother. 90% of her personality was programmed after that old hag-
William is no pityful, relatable villain. He's a fucking narcissist, and his mother was right about him in that he was bizarre. He taxidermied her pet dog after drowning it in water to "cleanse its soul", believed he was some god that could create and take life, so .. yeah.
Anyone would believe he was possessed.
As a result, his relationship with her was cursed, as with every other relationship with a woman that came after, even his own daughter that was very clearly a performative act to prove he was a good father. Then Chica took the brunt of all of his maternal hatred bcuz everyone else he'd driven away by then.
I actually have this tHiNg written from 2 months ago that put the whole thing into better perspective:
"Afton has mommy issues that he thinks have long lost their importance, but it gave him a blueprint. He always possessed a god complex that doesn't let anyone be above him, but with women, it's just a tad more obvious. Because he paints them all in that same light. Be it his wife and daughter, or be it a young animatronic bird with no knowledge of the world besides the fact she's a performer on the stage. Softness and kindness are all just a façade to conceal the monster that lays underneath. Nothing else to them.
He kills both Henry's daughter and Susie out of the hatred for them being too emotional and manipulative. His own daughter dies due to his negligence. And now ... now it's Chica that falls into that stereotype, and he built her, so she falls into it to a T.
And he hates her. He hates her so much. He loves predicting her next move. When she'd stop faking the softness to bring forth that core, manipulative monster from underneath. When she'd show her selfish side to prove to him that she'd use everyone to her advantage, then leave them hanging in the midst of their own problems. He built her stereotypically feminine in his eyes, and he made sure to program her to be every last thing that his mother was, just to give himself an instrument for hate. He systematically ruins whatever relationship she manages to maintain with the others, by proving one way or another that she's a fake.
He's drilled it into her head that no matter what, someone will see through her façade of sweetness, figure out she's a fake, and ultimately, she'll be on her own. Her primary fear of isolation sparks from here, and it gets worse with time as he tries to prove it over and over and over again, that she's a façade.
She can't talk to him normally. He's either too cold and distant and outright ignores her, or blows up at her for being too much.
He shouts at her a lot. The smallest mistake and Afton goes haywire. She's incredibly sensitive to his inflections, and later on, everyone else's. The smallest prick of sharpness gets her to flinch. She begins to dread any conversation to be had with him, because you never know when he flips.
He built her hollow, basically. Just something programmed to fulfill the purpose of that one missing factor from his life that he wants to destroy. That he wants to have the mental satisfaction of answering back to. He calls her fake, a liar, selfish, a vermin of her kind. A pathetic creature he knows will hurt everyone in the end.
The irony is, in his attempt to create the perfect replica of his mother, he turns out exactly like her, and Chica .. the exact opposite.
The base is there. The soft and caring act of hers. It never falters more than just hatred for a certain bear at the start. But gradually, even that chips away. It never shifts from that, never falls into manipulation or hurt. In fact, Afton's constant nagging has petrified her so much, she shrinks her opinion out of the question, completely. Because any opinion is hurt. Any opinion can be the reason she's proven a liar. A fake.
And, it's not that she doesn't care and is just showing it outwardly. No. She really does care, a little too much. Which drives the desperation further because if she didn't care, she'd just be selfishly clinging to them. She does, and that makes her cling, but also to the point where it's less useless than anything.
She becomes the quiet therapist friend. Listens to the others despite completely falling apart herself. She lets them talk, rant, even shout sometimes, just to remain of use, of help so they don't perceive her as a fake. It's not always foolproof β Foxy certainly believes she's doing too much to remain relevant, because nobody can be this actively caring all the time. He does exactly what she's afraid of, and, that drives this rift between them that never gets sorted. Bonnie's no different, and Freddy .. Freddy's the only one who sees all that struggle for what it is, because he knows Afton all too well.
She's way more observant of the others' emotions and problems than she should be. Always keeps a lookout for something that might be disturbing them. Setting them off. Any small weakness that could be used against them, just to try and fit herself closer to that problem than they would to keep them from the discomfort. She doesn't talk about her own issues and fears until it gets worse to a point someone notices.
And, in the all of this, the fear of isolation just festers and rots. Around midway of the withered phase, she can't stay in a room on her own for longer than a few seconds, then it's a spiral downward and an immediate search for someone to stick with. The worst part is, Afton's conditioned her to be so petrified of the idea of being perceived as selfish that she has tried, more than a few times to force herself away from everyone, just to avoid making them feel too burdened by her presence, despite the fact that it destroys her mentally. Temporary isolation is better than being left on her own forever, after all. It's not- :")
She avoids getting involved in situations where she'd be yelled at. Avoids arguments as a whole. She can't stand them, can't stand all the shouting, all the aggression and spite in someone's voice when they're arguing. Too sensitive to let those things remain irrelevant. Shouting's the one way to drill into her that she's everything she's ever tried to avoid being, and too much of it does break her."
That is a 9-page doc, by the way. There is a lot more that I wrote in the middle of the frickin' night or smthn-
Below this is what my braiN has been clinging to for the pAsT tWO moNtHS-
I've written a whoLe other dOc abt Willy's relationships with the women in his life, so this is kind of a stARter pack of that-
Anyway, what you're abt to read is an unhiNged version of myself who got her hands on woRds- : )
Okay, I've been working on this idea for quite a while, and still refining on it, but like-
I genuinely love the concept that Chica's initial creator was a woman ( or Fiona, basically ), and after William got his hands on most things from Edwin's little company, most of her puppets became Afton's.
Tho, Aftom created the remaining animatronics, just stole the concept of the endoskeleton Edwin had aimed to work on in the future, expanded on it, and built the original group. So, while the characters were his idea ( Freddy, Bonnie and Foxy ), the blueprint for the skeleton was Edwin's.
Henry did NOT know. William was a shady businessman and only showed up with the final animatronics once he was done. He also was more pestered into building Chica as a last-minute addition to the band bcuz Henry's daughter seemed quite foNd of her character, and Henry himself wanted to do something with the concept to honor the memory of Fiona ( basically she was a friend of his from college ). William had no emotional affiliations, but he liked being performative, aaand plus, on a subconscious level, it'd give him a chance to confront with an old demon in his life who claimed he was possessed and tormented him β aka his mother. 90% of her personality was programmed after that old hag-
William is no pityful, relatable villain. He's a fucking narcissist, and his mother was right about him in that he was bizarre. He taxidermied her pet dog after drowning it in water to "cleanse its soul", believed he was some god that could create and take life, so .. yeah.
Anyone would believe he was possessed.
As a result, his relationship with her was cursed, as with every other relationship with a woman that came after, even his own daughter that was very clearly a performative act to prove he was a good father. Then Chica took the brunt of all of his maternal hatred bcuz everyone else he'd driven away by then.
I actually have this tHiNg written from 2 months ago that put the whole thing into better perspective:
"Afton has mommy issues that he thinks have long lost their importance, but it gave him a blueprint. He always possessed a god complex that doesn't let anyone be above him, but with women, it's just a tad more obvious. Because he paints them all in that same light. Be it his wife and daughter, or be it a young animatronic bird with no knowledge of the world besides the fact she's a performer on the stage. Softness and kindness are all just a façade to conceal the monster that lays underneath. Nothing else to them.
He kills both Henry's daughter and Susie out of the hatred for them being too emotional and manipulative. His own daughter dies due to his negligence. And now ... now it's Chica that falls into that stereotype, and he built her, so she falls into it to a T.
And he hates her. He hates her so much. He loves predicting her next move. When she'd stop faking the softness to bring forth that core, manipulative monster from underneath. When she'd show her selfish side to prove to him that she'd use everyone to her advantage, then leave them hanging in the midst of their own problems. He built her stereotypically feminine in his eyes, and he made sure to program her to be every last thing that his mother was, just to give himself an instrument for hate. He systematically ruins whatever relationship she manages to maintain with the others, by proving one way or another that she's a fake.
He's drilled it into her head that no matter what, someone will see through her façade of sweetness, figure out she's a fake, and ultimately, she'll be on her own. Her primary fear of isolation sparks from here, and it gets worse with time as he tries to prove it over and over and over again, that she's a façade.
She can't talk to him normally. He's either too cold and distant and outright ignores her, or blows up at her for being too much.
He shouts at her a lot. The smallest mistake and Afton goes haywire. She's incredibly sensitive to his inflections, and later on, everyone else's. The smallest prick of sharpness gets her to flinch. She begins to dread any conversation to be had with him, because you never know when he flips.
He built her hollow, basically. Just something programmed to fulfill the purpose of that one missing factor from his life that he wants to destroy. That he wants to have the mental satisfaction of answering back to. He calls her fake, a liar, selfish, a vermin of her kind. A pathetic creature he knows will hurt everyone in the end.
The irony is, in his attempt to create the perfect replica of his mother, he turns out exactly like her, and Chica .. the exact opposite.
The base is there. The soft and caring act of hers. It never falters more than just hatred for a certain bear at the start. But gradually, even that chips away. It never shifts from that, never falls into manipulation or hurt. In fact, Afton's constant nagging has petrified her so much, she shrinks her opinion out of the question, completely. Because any opinion is hurt. Any opinion can be the reason she's proven a liar. A fake.
And, it's not that she doesn't care and is just showing it outwardly. No. She really does care, a little too much. Which drives the desperation further because if she didn't care, she'd just be selfishly clinging to them. She does, and that makes her cling, but also to the point where it's less useless than anything.
She becomes the quiet therapist friend. Listens to the others despite completely falling apart herself. She lets them talk, rant, even shout sometimes, just to remain of use, of help so they don't perceive her as a fake. It's not always foolproof β Foxy certainly believes she's doing too much to remain relevant, because nobody can be this actively caring all the time. He does exactly what she's afraid of, and, that drives this rift between them that never gets sorted. Bonnie's no different, and Freddy .. Freddy's the only one who sees all that struggle for what it is, because he knows Afton all too well.
She's way more observant of the others' emotions and problems than she should be. Always keeps a lookout for something that might be disturbing them. Setting them off. Any small weakness that could be used against them, just to try and fit herself closer to that problem than they would to keep them from the discomfort. She doesn't talk about her own issues and fears until it gets worse to a point someone notices.
And, in the all of this, the fear of isolation just festers and rots. Around midway of the withered phase, she can't stay in a room on her own for longer than a few seconds, then it's a spiral downward and an immediate search for someone to stick with. The worst part is, Afton's conditioned her to be so petrified of the idea of being perceived as selfish that she has tried, more than a few times to force herself away from everyone, just to avoid making them feel too burdened by her presence, despite the fact that it destroys her mentally. Temporary isolation is better than being left on her own forever, after all. It's not- :")
She avoids getting involved in situations where she'd be yelled at. Avoids arguments as a whole. She can't stand them, can't stand all the shouting, all the aggression and spite in someone's voice when they're arguing. Too sensitive to let those things remain irrelevant. Shouting's the one way to drill into her that she's everything she's ever tried to avoid being, and too much of it does break her."
That is a 9-page doc, by the way. There is a lot more that I wrote in the middle of the frickin' night or smthn-
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The following is copied from DA, so excuse any formatting issues, Tumblr hates me- π
"No, that's not right."
"You're filling in details that weren't there."
"You're biased."
"You're making yourself the victim again."
"Think harder."
β -- β
β β Mnemophobia (Fear of Memories) β β
Freddy was gaslit by Afton relentlessly throughout his early life.
It started after the incident that shattered Freddy's relationship with touch. All that happened that day left scars so deep that his body remembered them even when his mind couldn't make sense of them. If Afton entered a room, Freddy would find any excuse to leave it. He didn't understand why he reacted so violently. He only knew that he did.
And of course, Afton noticed. He always notices.
And instead of .. you know, doing something any normal creator would do when his creation had been traumatized beyond repair, he turned it into evidence that Freddy was the problem.
Every conversation ended the same way. Freddy would say something because he was convinced that something was wrong, only to leave believing he had misunderstood everything. Eventually, he stopped saying anything altogether. There didn't seem to be any point. Somehow, no matter what Freddy remembered, it always became his own fault by the end of the conversation.
If Freddy flinched away from contact, Afton insisted he was simply being dramatic. If he panicked when put through maintenance again, he was making things out to be so much worse than they are. If Freddy panicked after seeing him, he was "confusing dreams with reality."
If Freddy remembered details too vividly, then that was proof the memory had been fabricated. Real memories weren't that perfect, were they?
And little by little, all that chipped away at any semblance of confidence in his own mind.
Over time, constantly being gaslit at every chance became so deeply ingrained that Afton no longer needed to say anything at all. Freddy learned to finish the sentences himself.
It became almost impossible for him to separate genuine memories from the voice that questioned them. If a memory was blurry, he couldn't trust it because it lacked details. If it was crystal clear, he couldn't trust it because why would it be that clear? Either way, he always arrived at the same conclusion.
The second location became almost impossible for Freddy to think about objectively. He knew his head had been catastrophically damaged thereβthat much was undeniableβbut every memory surrounding it couldn't be trusted. He couldn't tell where reality ended or began.
Even recent events aren't safe from the conditioning. Friends could witness something alongside him, reassure him that it had happened exactly the way he remembered, and he would still wonder if they'd simply misunderstood too.
β -- β
Lmao, let's all point and laugh at the idiot that forgot to shade his haNd- ππ«
Also ignore the awful handwriting, by the time I got to that point, I was ready to be doNe-
I had to draw this twiCe because my progress kiLled itself when the app deciddd to delete an entire night's worth of woRk- π«
I HATE how fucking sensitive my ears are. Legit need them covered with smthn or I can't SLEEP!
There have been moments where even the smallest cliCk traumatizes me to wake, and the rest of the time I'm just forcing my eyes close, telling myself to tHiNK abt smthn that's boring and would make you sleep.
Doesn't fucking WORK!
And it's not even that I'm not tired. Sometimes, I'm really damn exhausted, and yet I just cannoT sleep!
I've used headphones, I've tried sleeping in positions that could turn me into a part-time contortionist, but nothing, absolutely NOTHING shuts these ears off-
Sometimes it's in the middle of alMoST being asleep, and fuckass downstairs makes a scuffle, and back I am. No sleep evEr again- π
Only I wish I could shove it onto my daD, because his hearing is so baD that he claims we're muMbliNg at him when we're in fact talking noRmaLly- ππ«
not my tweet or my fic (and thereβs a good chance of this comment being a bot) but yeah, donβt do this. sure, some writers wouldnβt mind having fanfics (or direct continuation) of their fanfics written by someone else. some may even be thrilled and happy. but the fandom etiquette is that if you want to write a fanfic or a continuation of someoneβs fanfic, YOU POLITELY ASK THE WRITER FOR THEIR PERMISSION. not their readers.
also 5 months isnβt long at all. 5 months is 5 minutes when it comes to fanfics. Iβve waited years for my favorite fics to get updated (one of my favorite fanfics was updated by the author after 13 years) and Iβve never said anything to them about βitβs been ___ years, I donβt think it will get updated anymoreβ. because another fandom / fanfic etiquette is that fanfic writers write for free in their free time, they donβt owe you anything. maybe they will update one day. maybe they wonβt. if you want your favorite fic to get updated, you comment something like βthis is good!! Iβm excited for what happens nextβ and maybe your positive comment will motivate the author to update. but you donβt say βitβs been ___ months or yearsβ. fanfics writers write for themselves and their own enjoyment. theyβre just kind enough to let you read their works for free. stop being rude and entitled to fanfic writers.
Bro, if someone did this to me, I think I would actually loSe it- π
My fanfics are mY oWn idEas that I've fleshed out over the past few yeArS-
Someone stealiNg it and taking the plot into a direction I wouldn't want it to go, and rUiniNg how I see the characters in mY oWN wOrK, would kiLl me- π«
Just because there hasn't been anything for, like, a yeAR, doesn't mean people have walked awAy from it-
My case is literally just motivation and tiMe refusing to coexiSt- π
1 ) His firmware's the most vulnerable to viruses, because he has survived a malware that was basically the animatronic equivalent to rabies in his withered phase-
There are still hints of its existence after he's revamped, because you can never exactly erase something once it's therE-
2 ) He's often put out of order because the employees don't know hoW to work with him. His arm catches on fire with the slightest hiNt of a stage protocol / overuse, and nobody's been able to fix that- :v
He's grown used to it at this point-
3 ) Also, the staff hatEs working with him. When they have to prepare him for a show, they curse him out a loT because he's high-maintenance aF-
He doesn't care about them, but it still stings- :,)
4 ) Has an irrational fear of dolls and faces that shouldn't be alive. He hates plushies, hates the empty masks in the parts and service, hates anything with animated features. Sometimes, even the others' faces set him off, so he just stays away-
He's NOT a people person-
5 ) His opinions about the others depend greatly on how much they petriFy him-
Bonnie's face irritates him the most, because it's uncanny-
The Cupcake's a close second, Freddy on the third-
Despite that he's absurdly loyal to the boss, and listens to him more than a fucking guARd doG- :T
6 ) The only 'tronic with aroma sensors built in, but they're fauLty aF. He claims everything smells like fiSh and naugHt-
7 ) He used to be infamous for teaching the kids how to sweAr-
The censor they coded into him back then was never removed, even if he doesn't do that anymore-
8 ) Empathy is not his strongest suite-
He's straightforward, and spits out whatever's on his mind without a filter.
Sometimes, it causes regret. Others, he just can't bring himself to care.
He's called Bonnie uGly on his face, too many times- : )
9 ) His decisions are based purely on "if it has potential for adVentuRe, I tAkE-" and that lands him in ... interesting situations-
He can never be put in charge of something. Freddy has regretted it every time-
10 ) He's not the sharpest tool in the shed, for sure-
Took too much liberty in being the youngest of the group, and now the one thing he's somEwhAt good at is combat-
He's also quicker than the others at a normal pace, even, so that helps him out in that case-
11 ) He has a love-hate relationship with waLls-
He loves scraping his hook on them, leaves deep engravings and claims they're ancient spEak-
They're not- :v
12 ) He doesn't know hoW to read, by the way-
Never tRied either- : )
13 ) Has strong potential for being one of the most hated animatronics out of the group, because his care's quite .. invisible-
And he often says shit that causes problEms-
14 ) His right eye's a little crooked, bcuz he barely uses it-
Also highly photosensitive, he can't see out of it in bright spaces. Darker places, however, it's a master at.
Its light's a bit wonKy though, often times it's just dim, or flickering waaay too much than necessary-
15 ) The hook's the love of his liFe. If something happens to it, he frEaks-
1 ) His firmware's the most vulnerable to viruses, because he has survived a malware that was basically the animatronic equivalent to rabies in his withered phase-
There are still hints of its existence after he's revamped, because you can never exactly erase something once it's therE-
2 ) He's often put out of order because the employees don't know hoW to work with him. His arm catches on fire with the slightest hiNt of a stage protocol / overuse, and nobody's been able to fix that- :v
He's grown used to it at this point-
3 ) Also, the staff hatEs working with him. When they have to prepare him for a show, they curse him out a loT because he's high-maintenance aF-
He doesn't care about them, but it still stings- :,)
4 ) Has an irrational fear of dolls and faces that shouldn't be alive. He hates plushies, hates the empty masks in the parts and service, hates anything with animated features. Sometimes, even the others' faces set him off, so he just stays away-
He's NOT a people person-
5 ) His opinions about the others depend greatly on how much they petriFy him-
Bonnie's face irritates him the most, because it's uncanny-
The Cupcake's a close second, Freddy on the third-
Despite that he's absurdly loyal to the boss, and listens to him more than a fucking guARd doG- :T
6 ) The only 'tronic with aroma sensors built in, but they're fauLty aF. He claims everything smells like fiSh and naugHt-
7 ) He used to be infamous for teaching the kids how to sweAr-
The censor they coded into him back then was never removed, even if he doesn't do that anymore-
8 ) Empathy is not his strongest suite-
He's straightforward, and spits out whatever's on his mind without a filter.
Sometimes, it causes regret. Others, he just can't bring himself to care.
He's called Bonnie uGly on his face, too many times- : )
9 ) His decisions are based purely on "if it has potential for adVentuRe, I tAkE-" and that lands him in ... interesting situations-
He can never be put in charge of something. Freddy has regretted it every time-
10 ) He's not the sharpest tool in the shed, for sure-
Took too much liberty in being the youngest of the group, and now the one thing he's somEwhAt good at is combat-
He's also quicker than the others at a normal pace, even, so that helps him out in that case-
11 ) He has a love-hate relationship with waLls-
He loves scraping his hook on them, leaves deep engravings and claims they're ancient spEak-
They're not- :v
12 ) He doesn't know hoW to read, by the way-
Never tRied either- : )
13 ) Has strong potential for being one of the most hated animatronics out of the group, because his care's quite .. invisible-
And he often says shit that causes problEms-
14 ) His right eye's a little crooked, bcuz he barely uses it-
Also highly photosensitive, he can't see out of it in bright spaces. Darker places, however, it's a master at.
Its light's a bit wonKy though, often times it's just dim, or flickering waaay too much than necessary-
15 ) The hook's the love of his liFe. If something happens to it, he frEaks-
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1 ) His firmware's the most vulnerable to viruses, because he has survived a malware that was basically the animatronic equivalent to rabies in his withered phase-
There are still hints of its existence after he's revamped, because you can never exactly erase something once it's therE-
2 ) He's often put out of order because the employees don't know hoW to work with him. His arm catches on fire with the slightest hiNt of a stage protocol / overuse, and nobody's been able to fix that- :v
He's grown used to it at this point-
3 ) Also, the staff hatEs working with him. When they have to prepare him for a show, they curse him out a loT because he's high-maintenance aF-
He doesn't care about them, but it still stings- :,)
4 ) Has an irrational fear of dolls and faces that shouldn't be alive. He hates plushies, hates the empty masks in the parts and service, hates anything with animated features. Sometimes, even the others' faces set him off, so he just stays away-
He's NOT a people person-
5 ) His opinions about the others depend greatly on how much they petriFy him-
Bonnie's face irritates him the most, because it's uncanny-
The Cupcake's a close second, Freddy on the third-
Despite that he's absurdly loyal to the boss, and listens to him more than a fucking guARd doG- :T
6 ) The only 'tronic with aroma sensors built in, but they're fauLty aF. He claims everything smells like fiSh and naugHt-
7 ) He used to be infamous for teaching the kids how to sweAr-
The censor they coded into him back then was never removed, even if he doesn't do that anymore-
8 ) Empathy is not his strongest suite-
He's straightforward, and spits out whatever's on his mind without a filter.
Sometimes, it causes regret. Others, he just can't bring himself to care.
He's called Bonnie uGly on his face, too many times- : )
9 ) His decisions are based purely on "if it has potential for adVentuRe, I tAkE-" and that lands him in ... interesting situations-
He can never be put in charge of something. Freddy has regretted it every time-
10 ) He's not the sharpest tool in the shed, for sure-
Took too much liberty in being the youngest of the group, and now the one thing he's somEwhAt good at is combat-
He's also quicker than the others at a normal pace, even, so that helps him out in that case-
11 ) He has a love-hate relationship with waLls-
He loves scraping his hook on them, leaves deep engravings and claims they're ancient spEak-
They're not- :v
12 ) He doesn't know hoW to read, by the way-
Never tRied either- : )
13 ) Has strong potential for being one of the most hated animatronics out of the group, because his care's quite .. invisible-
And he often says shit that causes problEms-
14 ) His right eye's a little crooked, bcuz he barely uses it-
Also highly photosensitive, he can't see out of it in bright spaces. Darker places, however, it's a master at.
Its light's a bit wonKy though, often times it's just dim, or flickering waaay too much than necessary-
15 ) The hook's the love of his liFe. If something happens to it, he frEaks-
β‘β They can't stay without the other for too long. If he's out of her sight for more than an hour, duCkie's wandering the building like a lost puppy-
Freddy's no different, but he often subconsciously knows where she is- : )
β‘ They sneak out of the pizzeria for silly lil' dates. Sometimes, it's from the back door through the kitchen. Others, they have to negotiate with a certain golden bear.
DucKie refuses to leave flower shops, gardens, any place with music and pretty lights.
They've not scared the life out of humans more than once. Not at all-
β‘οΈβ β Every new and popular song is fed into Freddy for the performances every week. DucKie loves music. She pesters him into playing it all when he comes by the kitchen.
β‘οΈβ Chica has visual-auditory synesthesia. Freddy's voice is the prettiest color even above the pinks of music. She sometimes just sits entranced by that, listening to him.
β‘οΈβ They stand up for one another no matter what. Dare say one wrong thing about the other and they will vehemently call you out, even if you're right- : )
β‘β Freddy gives off huge teddy bear vibes when he's with her. We're talking expecting tiny words of praise, a small kiss, hugs. Heck! He even just melTs at her touch-
It had been a quiet day, and even more so a quiet night. Not a lot of customers. Not a lot of disturbance from the humans during the day, and not much during afterhours either.
The power was out, leaving the building muddled in darkness, so he'd joined her. Just to make sure she didn't freak out on her own. Sure, she had the cupcake with her all the time, but, Freddy's company had always been relatively better for the dark.
Because, his voice had color.
Warm. Brown. The pretty shade of an autumn sunset. Whenever he spoke, it bloomed. First at the edges, then bled further into her vision like oil in water.
And, in the darkness, it was like a lifeline. Giving her only more reason to love his voice.
There was something on his end. A whirr. A click. The faintest shift of his hand around her shoulder, trailing down to her arm. "Color?"
He asked like it was a new concept.
"How's that?"
She opened her eyes, gazed over to her hand on his chest. Her fingers tapped gently across his shell, pondering how to put her words together for a moment.
"It's brown," her tone was soft, like she admired that fact too much. Color was the way her vision worked, and his voice was the prettiest color out of the four of them. ".. like you, but β¦ lighter."
Freddy snorted at the small description. The sound rumbled through his chest, a faint vibration coursing under her hand. His head readjusted over hers, and in turn she brushed hers lightly against him.
"Never heard someone describe my voice like that before,"
A soft hum, optics flickering dimly with this, profound sense of endearment. "Who else would say it to you, huh? Bonnie?" she said jokingly, pulling a small laugh from his end.
"No, butβ" he explained, ear closest to her flicking upon touching her head feathers. "βit's different."
"You like that," the giggled reply.
"You could say that," the faintest puff of air pushed out of his vents, accompanying a click and whirr from internal mechanisms. "You could also say I just, like all of you."
The words were enough to evoke this, flutter in her systems. A warm sensation that tickled every wire and circuit within. For a second that color in her field of vision muddled with strokes of pink, while a louder chuckle slipped her voice-box, partially against her volition.
"Oh, lieverd," then she just, closed her optics with a soft sigh.
Few moments just, went by in a warm, peacfeul silence.
Without moving, then, a thought compelled her to speak again: "What about me? What color do you see when I talk?"
It was her normal to see certain sounds in color, so the others probably had the same experience, right? They were built under the same blueprint on the inside, just differed by how they saw the world.
It never occurred that there were some physical differences too.
"I β¦ don't know," His answer came after a pause, like he'd really thought on it. It caused her optics to blink open again, the light flickering quizzically, as .. how could he not know?
"The color of everything, I guess." but he'd said it like it was generic. Like he didn't see one specific color in her voice like she did.
"It's not a single color?"
"Not really," he replied truthfully. "I don't really see any colors in sounds, Chi."
But it was as natural to her as life. How come he saw differently?
The thought forced her to shift at last. Pulling herself out of that comfortable position so she could face him, scan his features properly and assess if he was lying. He wasn't.
"You're telling me, you don't see any color when I talk? It's just dark for you?"
"Well, not only dark," He snorted, hand reaching up to cup the side of her face. Ears lowering a fraction. His optics dimmed with something softer, then he added, "I do see you."
"But, you don't see color in my voice?" still unable to believe it, because life without something so beautiful was β¦ well, what life was it?
He shook his head. "Not your voice specifically β¦ I guess it's just something unique to you."
Her whole life felt like a lie in that moment. Because to her, everyone saw like that. It's why she never asked them. Why she found it odd when mentioning the color of some sound caught the others off guard. Freddy just crushed that entire belief system.
Head instinctively leaning into his touch, she stared at him wide-eyed. It didn't make sense.
"Youβ " A scoff. "βyou live in such a boring, colorless world."
"I wouldn't say that," his thumb traced gently over her cheek. "You see color in my voice, andβ" head tilting slightly, warmth and endearment seeping into his tone, "βI see color in you. Your eyes. Your face. Everything."
And, upon mention, those same eyes flickered. Shock replacing with affection. Edges of her vision brightened with nothing but the color of him, and everything else just, became secondary. Blurred out under that touch. Under that look of pure love present in his own gaze. That warm brown of his voice still lingered, tinting her view of him, and fueling that admiration for him a thousandfold.
Her hand lifted, trailed gently to his over her cheek, and just .. sat there. Pressed it closer to herself. The free one found his face, rested closer to his muzzle.
A few beats of quiet adoration later, her voice cracked the silence with a low, "Talk to me .."
And he did. He did talk. His ear flicked, and he'd tipped his head toward her hand. Blinked once, then uttered a soft, "What do you want to hear?"
And, it bloomed. That soft cascade of brown. Flickering through her vision in the most beautiful way it could. A part of her wished she could show it to him, what effect just a question in his voice had on her.
"Just, you β¦" it came out distracted. Optics closing, simply absorbing that pretty shade of color like it was her lifeline .....
It had been a quiet day, and even more so a quiet night. Not a lot of customers. Not a lot of disturbance from the humans during the day, and not much during afterhours either.
The power was out, leaving the building muddled in darkness, so he'd joined her. Just to make sure she didn't freak out on her own. Sure, she had the cupcake with her all the time, but, Freddy's company had always been relatively better for the dark.
Because, his voice had color.
Warm. Brown. The pretty shade of an autumn sunset. Whenever he spoke, it bloomed. First at the edges, then bled further into her vision like oil in water.
And, in the darkness, it was like a lifeline. Giving her only more reason to love his voice.
There was something on his end. A whirr. A click. The faintest shift of his hand around her shoulder, trailing down to her arm. "Color?"
He asked like it was a new concept.
"How's that?"
She opened her eyes, gazed over to her hand on his chest. Her fingers tapped gently across his shell, pondering how to put her words together for a moment.
"It's brown," her tone was soft, like she admired that fact too much. Color was the way her vision worked, and his voice was the prettiest color out of the four of them. ".. like you, but β¦ lighter."
Freddy snorted at the small description. The sound rumbled through his chest, a faint vibration coursing under her hand. His head readjusted over hers, and in turn she brushed hers lightly against him.
"Never heard someone describe my voice like that before,"
A soft hum, optics flickering dimly with this, profound sense of endearment. "Who else would say it to you, huh? Bonnie?" she said jokingly, pulling a small laugh from his end.
"No, butβ" he explained, ear closest to her flicking upon touching her head feathers. "βit's different."
"You like that," the giggled reply.
"You could say that," the faintest puff of air pushed out of his vents, accompanying a click and whirr from internal mechanisms. "You could also say I just, like all of you."
The words were enough to evoke this, flutter in her systems. A warm sensation that tickled every wire and circuit within. For a second that color in her field of vision muddled with strokes of pink, while a louder chuckle slipped her voice-box, partially against her volition.
"Oh, lieverd," then she just, closed her optics with a soft sigh.
Few moments just, went by in a warm, peacfeul silence.
Without moving, then, a thought compelled her to speak again: "What about me? What color do you see when I talk?"
It was her normal to see certain sounds in color, so the others probably had the same experience, right? They were built under the same blueprint on the inside, just differed by how they saw the world.
It never occurred that there were some physical differences too.
"I β¦ don't know," His answer came after a pause, like he'd really thought on it. It caused her optics to blink open again, the light flickering quizzically, as .. how could he not know?
"The color of everything, I guess." but he'd said it like it was generic. Like he didn't see one specific color in her voice like she did.
"It's not a single color?"
"Not really," he replied truthfully. "I don't really see any colors in sounds, Chi."
But it was as natural to her as life. How come he saw differently?
The thought forced her to shift at last. Pulling herself out of that comfortable position so she could face him, scan his features properly and assess if he was lying. He wasn't.
"You're telling me, you don't see any color when I talk? It's just dark for you?"
"Well, not only dark," He snorted, hand reaching up to cup the side of her face. Ears lowering a fraction. His optics dimmed with something softer, then he added, "I do see you."
"But, you don't see color in my voice?" still unable to believe it, because life without something so beautiful was β¦ well, what life was it?
He shook his head. "Not your voice specifically β¦ I guess it's just something unique to you."
Her whole life felt like a lie in that moment. Because to her, everyone saw like that. It's why she never asked them. Why she found it odd when mentioning the color of some sound caught the others off guard. Freddy just crushed that entire belief system.
Head instinctively leaning into his touch, she stared at him wide-eyed. It didn't make sense.
"Youβ " A scoff. "βyou live in such a boring, colorless world."
"I wouldn't say that," his thumb traced gently over her cheek. "You see color in my voice, andβ" head tilting slightly, warmth and endearment seeping into his tone, "βI see color in you. Your eyes. Your face. Everything."
And, upon mention, those same eyes flickered. Shock replacing with affection. Edges of her vision brightened with nothing but the color of him, and everything else just, became secondary. Blurred out under that touch. Under that look of pure love present in his own gaze. That warm brown of his voice still lingered, tinting her view of him, and fueling that admiration for him a thousandfold.
Her hand lifted, trailed gently to his over her cheek, and just .. sat there. Pressed it closer to herself. The free one found his face, rested closer to his muzzle.
A few beats of quiet adoration later, her voice cracked the silence with a low, "Talk to me .."
And he did. He did talk. His ear flicked, and he'd tipped his head toward her hand. Blinked once, then uttered a soft, "What do you want to hear?"
And, it bloomed. That soft cascade of brown. Flickering through her vision in the most beautiful way it could. A part of her wished she could show it to him, what effect just a question in his voice had on her.
"Just, you β¦" it came out distracted. Optics closing, simply absorbing that pretty shade of color like it was her lifeline .....
I really love this introduction scene because it very clearly shows which of the Afton siblings got the privilege of being socialized and which one is Michael
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I really love this introduction scene because it very clearly shows which of the Afton siblings got the privilege of being socialized and which one is Michael
