uhhh my wifeboss pomni comforting the kids because i NEEDED serotonin to prepare myself @fruitigeraeropossums thanks for the ideaaa

i think pomni isn’t GREAT with kids but like she’s here for anyone. also they’re in very similar situations so the relatability helps. and i LOVE her trait of offering touch when she wants to and is happy instigating it. she’s giving wooly space cuz as another touch averse person she like. noticed the signs or whatever shit. she waited for amanda to be comfortable or maybe amanda hugged first idk

I don't know why I drew this, I was just in art block and I locked in. (fuckass alt without the red below)

Don’t die don’t die don’t die.

You feel like you’re dying. Your whole body is asleep but it feels like it’s on fire and it doesn’t feel like you’re breathing even though you are and you’re trying to look around but all you see is red fuzz and you’re laying here wondering if you could actually die this time.

You’ve felt this way for as long as you can remember but right now it’s the worst. Really, it’s the worst every time but it sure is the worst right now. You don’t want to die. Well, not right now anyway, you haven’t had breakfast yet. That would suck. Or maybe you’re supposed to die? You don’t know, but you can’t die yet. Wooly’s still here. Wooly would miss you. Your friends would miss you. The kitties and birdies would miss you. You can’t die. Don’t die.

Don’t die don’t die don’t die don’t die don’t die “Amanda?” don’t die don’t die don’t die don’t die don’t die “Amanda.” don’t die don’t die don’t die don’t die don’t die “Amanda!” don’t die don’t die don’t die don’t die don’t d-

“AMANDA!”

“Wooly, I’m dying.”

“…No you’re not.”

“I’m dying, Wooly.”

“It’s fine. You’re fine.”

“I don’t want to die.”

“Amanda, it’s okay. You’re not dying.”

“I can’t die. Don’t let me die, Wooly.”

“AMANDA.”

Something grabs you. It’s Wooly. Oh, Wooly is here. He’s probably looking at you. He probably thinks you’re being weird right now. You’re probably overreacting again. You don’t know, you still can’t see him. You can see him, but it doesn’t feel like him. It doesn’t feel like anything.

“Amanda… are you okay?”

You don’t answer him. He knows the answer.

“You’re doing it again… please talk to me…”

“…It hurts…” Everything’s been hurting all the time lately, it’s just been harder for you to notice. But right now you can definitely confirm that it hurts and you’re probably going to die.

Wooly holds you by your shoulders and leans into your face. “Amanda, it’s fine… y-you’re not gonna die, o-okay? No one’s dying. You’re fine. It’s gonna be okay.”

“…It doesn’t feel that way.” Your eyes start to sting and you start tearing up for probably the millionth time. Here we go again. This is so embarrassing.

“Oh, Amanda… here, just- just come here.” Wooly hugs you. Well, not exactly, he just kind of scoops you up and holds you. You don’t feel like hugging him back. That is until your entire face heats up and you feel like you’re gonna pass out so you hug him anyway.

That’s when it starts pouring out. You start crying and screaming into his wool, not caring if you dirty it with your tears and snot. You know he doesn’t mind. He’s probably dirty anyway. His wool feels like clouds or marshmallows or something, who cares, it’s fluffy. You like the fluffy. It’s also a little warm, like his hands holding onto your back the same way you’re clutching onto his. The way he holds you close to him like this always helps you let it out. It’s nice when you hug like this every now and then. This is so embarrassing.

“You don’t have to feel like this, you know… If you’d just tell me what’s-”

“I DID. I DID TELL YOU. I- I’m telling you… Everything just feels so wrong all the time and it SUCKS and I hate it… I hate this… It’s not fair…”

Wooly stays quiet, but you can feel him hugging you closer.

“Wooly…”

“Yeah…?”

You talk to him in between sniffles. “Why does this k- keep happening…? It’s not fair… I don’t wanna feel like this, I- I just wanna be happy… with you… why can’t I stop it…?”

“I… I don’t know… I’m sorry…”

“N- no, I’m sorry… I’m crying for no reason, I don’t even know why I’m sad, it’s stupid…”

“It’s not stupid, you’re just.. y- you’re just having a bad day.”

“What if it doesn’t stop…? What if it just keeps hurting forever? What if I-”

“Amanda, don’t say that. Please…”

He lifts your face up and wipes some of your tears. It’s pretty useless since your entire face is dripping with them at this point, but it’s nice that he’s trying.

“I’ll never let anything bad happen to you.”

“Y- You promise…?”

“It’ll get better… I promise.”

“O-okay…”

“You trust me, don’t you…?”

“Yeah…”

“Then come on!”

He lifts you off the bed. It still feels a little weird to stand, but it’s better than sitting in your bed and slowly rotting, you guess.

“Should probably see what’s cooking. Can’t have a feelings sesh on an empty stomach, can we? Let’s go downstairs.”

“Wh- but I haven’t even-”

“Oh, who cares? After all, an apple a day keeps the… k- keeps… uhh…”

Wooly stops walking for a second and you swear you see his ears drop lower.

“Uhhh… I forgot. LET’S GO!”

You head downstairs, but Wooly doesn’t look a whole lot in your direction. He’s probably sad because you were sad. Stupid.

“Wooly…”

“Mm?”

“I- If you’re feeling bad, I can… Y- You can talk to m-”

“AH, don’t worry about me, heh, I’m not- I- I’m fine. …B- but thanks. As long as you’re happy, r- right? Heh.”

As long as he says so…

You make it to the kitchen.

“HAH! Won’t you look at that.”

He nudges your arm and heads to the fridge.

Apple pie. Your favourite.

You’re lucky to have him.

smiling physically as I’m editing this. this is my favourite fic EVERRR OH MY GOD. first perspective fic was fun to do. this was literally the FUNNEST FIC TO DO HOLY SHIT YAY.

i think it’s honestly better with less setting i just really wanted a fic dedicated to their relationship in the past. this is obviously amanda having a bad day back when she didn’t remember anything and wooly consoling her but also trying to make her forget about it in his sickly sweet way yk. but i think it’s specifically more like the physical pain from her body being experimented on and her emotions getting to her but she doesn’t know where it’s all coming from because she doesn’t have her memories back yet. this is like the worst of it before it slowly starts coming back to her. it’s hard to tell rn if wooly is fully aware of what’s going on or not but i think it would be better for the narrative if he was just as clueless as her, his only instruction being “keep her in check” so he tries to keep her in check while also making her feel better, which is hard because she’s in literal pain.

i also made a point to highlight how what amandas feeling is hurting wooly too, since all her talk about everything being bad all the time only makes him think about what he’s gone through and he’s purposely trying to forget that. notice how he pauses at the word doctor AY AYYY. her feeling bad doesn’t help him feel better, so he’s trying to cheer her up as well as himself so they both don’t have to worry about it. but amanda notices his doubt a little bit and tries to reach out to him as a friend but he pushes her away because his feelings don’t matter, he doesn’t matter, that’s not his job. his job is to be her best friend so that’s all he’s gonna put effort into. don’t worry about him.

what’s that GASPPP? THE PROMISE AMANDA MENTIONED IN THE FIRST FIC GASPPP? PARALELLS EEEHEHEEE. here’s the thing he genuinely meant it tho. i mean he MEANT it he just did a shitty job at keeping it. he’s trying tho give him some respect now. GOD it’s so sad it’s just. they want to care for each other so much but they CANT cuz wooly has bad judgement and amanda can’t trust him GOD. FUCKIN ELL. END ME

ON MY BIRTHDAY TOO YIPPEE

this has timeskips, a gap means time has skipped

Amanda sat on the edge of her bed, pondering about what adventure she could do today. Weirdly, nothing came to mind.

The door knocked gently.

Sighhh. This guy. Can’t a girl have some privacy for 5 minutes?

“Come i-“

The door knocked again, slightly less gentle. Also faster.

“I said come in!”

The door cracked open.

“Oh. Heh, sorry.”

Amanda stared at Wooly, who she could only just make out from the crack in the door.

“…Well?? What do you want?”

“Oh! Right! Right. So, uhh, I just wanted to come in here. And. Yknow, give you this.”

The door flew open as Wooly proudly presented a little cake, with two candles. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! :D” Amanda blinked.

“Woah. I… how did y-“

“Well, I- it was your birthday so I j-“

“No, how did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“I thought you couldn’t cook.”

“…I can’t.”

They both blinked.

“Uhh anyway, are we gonna sing or what?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Wooly bounced over to the bed and placed the cake in between them, clapping his hands excitedly.

“Cmon, cmon! Make a wish!”

“Silly Wooly, aren’t you forgetting something?”

“…nooo…?”

Amanda rolled her eyes. “The song.”

“Oh RIGHT! Yeah. Ahem. Haa-“

“Actually, wait.”

Wooly stopped singing mid note, which was honestly pretty annoying. He looked at Amanda puzzlingly. “What is it?”

“…Are you sure about this?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I don’t remember doing anything for your-“

“OH! T-that’s okay! I mean, if you’re happy I’m happy.”

“Well-“

The two candles spontaneously lit on fire, startling them both. Amanda stared at Wooly a little.

“Let’s not think too hard about it, okay?”

“…Okay.” Amanda took a breath and successfully blew out a candle. The other one, however, decided to be a bit stubborn. Amanda was already out of breath. “What the hell?”

Wooly stared at her effort a little bit before swiftly blowing out the second candle.

“Oh.”

“I say we eat this cake.”

“Yeah!”

They both start digging in.

“Wow, this is actually pretty good!”

“Hehe, thanks!”

“Hey, Wooly?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

“For what?”

“…Nevermind.”

Amanda laid in a little ball under the sheets of her bed, not wanting to get up.

The door knocked. “Amaaanda.”

No response.

Wooly opened the door a tad. “Amanda…?”

“mmrgmh.”

Wooly hesitated for a bit then walked into Amanda’s room and leaned over her bed. “Amanda?”

“Go awaaay.”

“Why?”

“I don’t feel good.”

“But, Amanda-“

“I said go away!!!” Amanda threw the sheets off her bed and yelled right in Wooly’s face. He stepped back, startled.

Amanda’s face softened. “…S-sorry.” She turned away from him again.

“Amanda… why do you feel bad?”

“I don’t know!!! I don’t wanna get up. I don’t wanna do anything at all.”

“Not at all?”

“No.”

“But… but i made a cake-“

“I don’t WANT a cake!!!” Amanda screamed again, tears forming in her eyes. She wiped them away. “I don’t want a stupid cake! I don’t want a stupid birthday! I don’t want a stupid party, I don’t want ANY OF THAT!!! I JUST- I just want… I don’t know…”

Wooly just stared at her apologetically. He stood in thought for a bit, then tried to cheer her up again.

“…Maybe eating some cake will make you feel better…? Or singing a song? O-or… what about an adventure instead…?”

“…What?”

“Well, I- I just thought-“

“You thought what? That I would just MAGICALLY feel better? Did you even HEAR ME??? I feel WRONG! I don’t WANT a cake!!! And I DEFINITELY don’t want an ADVENTURE!!!” Amanda yelled at Wooly again, causing him to back away from her worriedly. “Don’t you understand ANYTHING?! I don’t WANT YOU HERE!!! GO AWAY!!!” Tears appeared in her eyes again.

Wooly said nothing and stood there, trembling and tugging his ears in fear. Amanda noticed him scared of her and tried to calm herself down again.

“I-im sorry… I don’t want to be mean. Just please… leave me alone…?”

“…O-okay…”

Wooly slowly walked to the door. He looked back at Amanda, who had turned away curled up in her bed again. Wooly left the room.

Amanda laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling.

The door knocked. “Tch.” Amanda said to herself.

“Amanda? You in there?” She said nothing again. Wooly came through the door.

“H-hi, Amanda. Happy birthday!-“

“Wooly. Go away.”

“H-huh? What??? N-no, I-“

“Leave. Now.”

“But it’s your-“

“I don’t CARE!” Amanda faced against Wooly. “How could you come in here and everything’s fine?! Like YOU didnt lie to me!!! And you didn’t even say SORRY!!!”

“A-Amanda! I-“

Amanda got up and started marching towards Wooly, poking him in the chest. Wooly starts stepping away from her.

“I thought you changed! But you just walk in here like NOTHING’S HAPPENED! All you think about is my STUPID birthday! You don’t even CARE!!!”

“I DO! I do, I-I promise!”

“Promise?! Yeah right! Like you can promise anything when you couldn’t even keep THE FIRST ONE YOU SAID!!!”

“I DO! I REALLY DO! Trust me, I d- AACKGH!!!“

Amanda punched Wooly in the face, hard. He stumbled back and clutched his snout in pain. He looked up at Amanda, genuinely hurt.

Amanda flinched. She didn’t mean to hit him that hard, but she was still mad. He deserves it anyway.

“… Get out.”

“I… I-“

“GET OUT!!!”

Wooly stumbled over to the door, not even bothering to look back at her face.

Amanda stood in silence before slumping to the floor and putting her head in her hands.

Wooly sat outside the room and felt his face. The bruise was slight but the sting still lingered. Tears welled in his eyes that he made a desperate effort to not let out. The candles on top of the cake in front of him lit by themselves.

Through the wall, Amanda could slightly hear a quiet mix of the Happy Birthday song and what seemed to be sobbing.

…It’s not fair.

Wooly walked in the direction of Amanda’s room, cake in hand, smile on his face. She’ll be so surprised!

He touched the door handle, but then his stomach dropped. Right, he remembered. She doesn’t want me. That’s… that’s fine. I can just… celebrate… by myself.

Wooly began singing to himself, pretty badly. He strained to get the words out properly but he just couldn’t do it. His stomach dropped again. He felt himself preparing to cry. Why is everything so hard…?

“…Wow. You’re terrible at singing.”

Wooly, startled, frantically turned to look at Amanda, hidden in the crack of the door, staring at the floor. “I forgot how bad you were.”

Wooly stared at her, emotionless, before responding in a monotone voice. “Y-yeah… I guess I am, huh?”

Amanda came and sat down next to him, saying nothing. She purposefully left a bit a space between them. Wooly stared in her face but tried not to make it seem uncomfortable, which was pretty damn hard considering they were both incredibly uncomfortable in that moment. He thought he caught her looking back at him, but he wasn’t sure.

The candles lit up. They both thought simultaneously and both the candles went out in almost a second. Wooly’s eyes lit up a little bit. He glanced at Amanda again, and he swore he saw a slight smile form on her lips.

It went away almost instantly though.

WOWWW HOLY SHIT I DIDNT EXPECT THAT EITHER. mmyeah. kinda bittersweet ending ig. I LOVED WRITING THE ANGSTY BITS EEEHEHEH I NEED TO WRITE THEM FIGHTING MORE. when writing this I realised why i only like ATA fics. it’s because they’re kids. they’re so fucking easy to write dude. i had a lot of fun writing both of their dialogues and monologues especially wooly, i got to put some of my autistic behaviours in there through him and i love that lowkey

if u couldn’t tell btw its supposed to be like a representation of their time spent digitally, like first everything’s fine then amanda starts gaining her memories/feelings back and she’s going thru it, then wooly betrays her and shes hurt and starts hurting him, then by the end she’s passive aggressive towards him while he’s still messed up

wait I deadass forgot to say, huge thanks to @maddy-k-reads-all-day for inspiring me like ur ata fics are so cool the whole point I wanted to make one

pls give yalls thoughts on this i grinded for a straight 3 days lmao

what do you want NOW, you FREAK?

you think you can just SHOW UP and be everyone’s BEST FRIEND? that’s MY job!!!

she’s MY friend! MINE!!!

you can’t just TAKE HER FROM ME! YOU CAN’T DO THAT!!!

BACK. OFF. OR I’LL MAKE YOU.

just GO AWAY!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!! GET OUT OF HERE!!!

are you TRYING to get on my nerves or are you just REALLY good at it?

what makes you think i wanna talk to YOU? YOU RIPPED MY EYE OUT!!!

WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?

i don’t hate a lot of people, but I’m REALLY starting to hate you.

WHY do you keep GETTING IN THE WAY???

Riley looks at the tape. “Friendship!”

Well, this should be a positive one. Maybe it’ll get them to stop fighting. Though I’m worried about what she was hinting at before…

Riley inserts the tape into the TV.

“Hi! I’m Amanda!” Amanda waves.

“And I’m Wooly!” Wooly bounces.

Amanda seems like she’s about to say something but pauses. Weird. Wooly gives her a slight look.

“…Do y-“

“Do you have friends? A friend is someone you care about very much.”

“Friends are a very important thing to have! You can go on adventures with them, and they can help you when you’re feeling bad!”

Amanda gives Wooly a dirty side eye before returning to her forced smile.

“Who is one of your friends?”

Riley hesitates. Oh. Uhh. They could say Amanda, she’d like that. But what about…

wooly

Wooly perks up, as if suprised. Amanda glances at Wooly and then stares at the screen for a good few seconds. “No he’s not.”

She stares at the screen again as Wooly is surrounded in slightly red static. His smile trembles a bit.

…What??? Damn, is he really that bad?

amanda

Amanda raises her hands together and grins. “Aww. I like that we’re friends too!”

Wooly looks away from her, seemingly hurt.

“Today, we’re going to play dress up. I’ll be the knight, and Wooly will be… Hm. The dragon!”

“Wait. Wait, wh-“

The tape glitches to static, then glitches back to Amanda and Wooly in their living room. Amanda is dressed as a knight holding a fake sword. It doesn’t seem to be made of cardboard though. It looks… pretty sharp actually.

Wooly’s wearing a dragon onesie and is atop of a giant pile of pillows and sofa cushions.

“Uhh. A-Amanda? Do I really have to be the dragon?”

“Well I’m the knight. So unless you wanna be a witch or something-“

“T-that’s even w- ngawwh, fine.”

“I’m on a daaangerous mission to save the princess from that dragon over there.” Amanda points to Wooly threateningly. He flinches a little bit. “We’ll have to make quite the climb to get there. Stand back, Gret-chan. I got this. Let’s go slay this beast!”

She’s there within 5 seconds.

Amanda thrusts her sword at Wooly’s chest. “Aha! I’ve caught you, dragon! Prepare to be defeated!”

Wooly freezes on the spot.

“Psst. Wooly. Pretend to be scary.”

“I-I can’t, I d- I don’t know how.”

“Just- whatever. I’ll just kill you.”

“H-huh? Wait! Wait, wait, wait I don’t think that’s- AUHAGH!”

Wooly puts his hands up defensively to try and negotiate, but Amanda swings her sword at his chest, who barely dodges it, misstepping and tumbling down the pile of pillows in the process. Amanda leaps down and tries to hit him again. He barely escapes that one and starts running away from her. She continues to chase him all around the living room, Wooly screaming the whole time.

Riley looks at this blunt chaos on their screen. Oookayyy. Yknow what, maybe this is just how they play.

“AAAHAAACKGHHH!!!”

Okay. Not how they play. She’s just trying to attack him.

Amanda eventually manages to tackle him and they roll about on the floor cartoonishly. They end up in the middle of the floor with her pinning Wooly down.

“Hah!!! Your days are numbered, foul creature!” Amanda raises her sword over her head.

“WAIT! W-wait, amanda! We ca- w-we can talk about this! Just-“

Amanda pretend stabs Wooly multiple times in different places. Riley thinks they even see a bit of wool chip off of him. Holy shit. Did she bring an ACTUAL sword to a playfight???

“Bleh bleh. You’re dead now. I win.”

“ACKHHH! NO! NOOohh. Oh? Oh.“ Wooly stops struggling and just kind of lays there, out of breath.

Amanda gets off of him. “Ugh. Whatever, you’re no fun.”

Wooly doesn’t respond. He’s still out of breath. Well, actually, he doesn’t stop breathing. He keeps breathing really heavily, almost like he’s having a fit.

God, is he ok? Shouldn’t she like. Do something???

“WOOLY. We’re moving on.”

“H-huhh? Oh… oh, right. Y- yeah.” Wooly slowly gets up, a bit shaky. He’s clearly still shocked. Riley can even make out a bit of water forming in his eyes. Was he about to cry? Poor Wooly.

“Well… th-that was. Um. F-fun. Yeah. I- I think it was a really good example of our friendsh-“

“ANYWAY. Since Wooly practically ruined that adventure with his bad acting-“

“WHAT? I- I didn-“

“WE’RE gonna try a different one. Wooly, you’re the princess.”

Wooly’s eye twitches.

“Wh- WHAT??? But- b- WHY DO I HAVE TO BE THE PRINCESS???”

“Cuz I’m the knight, duhhh.”

“Wha? Bu- That d-doesnt make any-“

The tape glitches out again. When it glitches back in, Amanda is in the exact same position as a knight. Meanwhile Wooly is stood atop a large cardboard castle. How this even fits in the fucking living room? Cartoon logic, probably.

Wooly glances at himself and realises he’s wearing a big pink poofy sparkly princess dress, topped with a little tiara. “W- WHAT THE?!” He starts blushing uncontrollably. “A-AMANDA!!! THIS IS-“

“Aww, Wooly! You look so cute!”

“Wh- I do- NO I D-“

“I’m on a big quest to save Princess Wooly from the eeevil dragon…” She looks around. “It’s, uhh. It’s sleeping right now.”

She looks over to Wooly, who is clutching at his dress tightly and mumbling to himself, clearly frustrated. He’s really stressed out. All that over a dress??

“Psssssttt. Wooly! Say the thing.”

Wooly stares at her upsettingly. “…”

“Wooly!”

“…ohh…someone…saveme.”

“If I can’t hear you they can’t!”

“Urgh. Ohh, won’t someone save me.”

Amanda climbs the hill of cushions to reach Wooly, who is still seething.

“I’ve come to rescue you, princess! Now come with me!” She holds her arms out, princess carry style.

“Uh. Are you sure-“

“Can’t you play along for 5 minutes? Do you wanna be rescued or not?!”

“Oookay…”

Wooly holds onto Amanda as she tries to pick him up, but he’s too heavy for her. They both bounce off of the hill and freeze midair. They look at the floor, then at Riley. They both squeal as they fall to the floor.

The crash of them hitting the floor starts a chain reaction. The pillows come apart and knock the toy shelves, then the toys start flying and hit the castle, then the castle comes crashing down. The screen is covered with dust and wind, as well as a few crashing and banging noises.

The dust clears and Amanda and Wooly cough a little bit, then look around at the totally wrecked living room. Toys and pillows are EVERYWHERE.

“…Wooly!!!”

“What?! W- what did i-“

“You messed it up! Now we have to clean eeeverything up! UGH- …just get started already.”

Wooly reluctantly walks away from Amanda and starts picking up toys.

Amanda goes to the sofa and starts readjusting things that had been knocked on the wall. She pauses when she goes over to her pictures.

“Amanda, where does this go again? …Amanda?”

Amanda stares at her ripped drawing, holding the other ripped half. Riley inspects the drawing. It’s one half of a messily drawn Amanda, holding hands with what seems to be Wooly? They can’t really tell, everything around Amanda is scribbled out quite aggressively.

“…Now look what you did.”

Wooly goes over to her to take a look. “Oh… oh no, Amanda…” His eyes suddenly widen. “Uh- I’m sorry! I am!!! I didn’t mean-!”

“It’s okay…”

“Wh- Really?” Wooly’s face softens.

“It was gonna get broken anyway.”

“Aww… here, let me see. M-maybe i can fix it.”

“There’s no point… it will just get ruined again.”

Wooly gestures towards Amanda. “N-no, really! I can. I just need-“

“Wooly. Leave it.”

Wooly tries to grab the paper from her. “But I have to!-“

“Let go!!!” Amanda tugs on the paper. So does Wooly.

“Just let me fix it!!!” “No!!!”

rrrip.

They both stare at the now ripped pieces of paper. Amanda looks at the floor, eyes wide, fist clenched, crinkling the paper in her fist.

“…A-Amanda… I’m sorry…”

Amanda glares at Wooly angrily, then steps towards the screen. Wooly seems like he’s about to follow her, then stops himself. He slumps down onto the sofa and hugs himself.

Amanda stares at Riley through the screen. “Having a friend can be nice, but sometimes… sometimes having friends can be bad for you. Sometimes you can make a mistake. Friends can lie to you. They can even hurt you. Sometimes… it’s better to be alone than get hurt.” The screen is nearly covered with static.

She has to be talking about Wooly, right? God, what did he DO to her? She already has enough trust issues… but I think he genuinely wants to be her friend. If she’d just give him a chance-

“Who is someone that hurt you?” Amanda prompts in a completely uncaring tone.

We both know who that is. But I can’t just SAY that to her… What can I even say to that???

…wooly

Amanda’s eyes widen a little.

“…Me too. I thought he was my friend… I thought I could trust him. But I-“ The static cuts her off. “I… don’t want to think about it.”

wooly

The answer still remains.

“What?”

wooly

“W- what am I suppo-“

Riley gestures their head towards Wooly, who is still curled up on the sofa, trying to make himself smaller.

“…Do I have to???”

wooly

“Fiiineuhhh.”

Amanda sits down on the other edge of the sofa, not wanting to be too close to him. She notices that Wooly is clenching his eyes shut and tugging at his ears tightly, making pathetic squeaking noises.

“…You can’t fix EVERYTHING, Wooly.” Wooly jumps in his seat when he realises she’s next to him.

“I…I- I know but… I want to… I wanted to. It’s all my fault…” Wooly mumbles.

“I was more mad when you didn’t shut up about it.”

“I just wanted you to be happy… I made you unhappy… I had to fix it.”

“Well being unhappy doesn’t help this adventure, Wooly. Why are you so mad anyway??”

Wooly hesitates.

“…I just don’t like this stupid dress.”

“I think you look pretty.”

“I’m not supposed to be pretty!! I’m supposed to be- I don’t know! It’s weird!”

“I don’t care if you’re weird. I’m weird.”

“It’s… not that.”

They sit in silence for a bit.

“Well this sucks. I don’t even want to play this game anymore. Let’s just go.”

As soon as they get up, the tape glitches the messy room into a tidy one again. Amanda and Wooly’s costumes are taken away too.

Amanda looks up to see her drawing taped to the wall, fully intact again.

“Ah. So it can be fixed.”

Wooly and Amanda head out of the room. Before they do, Riley takes the opportunity to inspect the drawings a little bit more. There are a bunch of scribbly Amandas holding hands with unrecognisable blacked out figures, with words like family and friend scrawled all around and layered on top of each other like a mess. In the centre, however, is a slightly coloured doodle of Amanda next to a now not scribbled out Wooly.

Huh.

YAYYYYY DJ Khaled “anotha one” intensifies

remember when i said i wanted a tape where they play fairytale dress up? so i did some writing-

wanted to hint at some more wooly issues here, mostly his fixit complex and mindset of what he’s “supposed” to do or “supposed” to be (coughcoughTRANScough) the way i wrote this specifically so I could put him in a dress. my fem KING i believe in u

wooly being stronger and heavier than amanda headcanon go brrr. also what the FUCK is riley doing here ain’t no one invite their ass. ok but srs they were mostly ok to write i hope i got their personality (or MY interpretation of their personality) down?

WOOLYMANDA LORE REVEAL NO WAYYY. WOOLY DID WHAT NOW TYPE SHIFT? AMANDA DRAWING SYMBOLISM TYPE SHIFT???

again i love writing them i love making them have beef and wooly silently crashing out then amanda reluctantly cheering him up they are my CHILDREN

again thx to @maddy-k-reads-all-day for inspo. pretty much the inspo for ALL of them lmao

@fruitbycake you got your fucking tom and jerry ahh wish are you happy with yourself. you better damn be /j

i have another fic wip rn but after that idk but i wanna do more these are so fun. pls send requests if u want me to write them doing something specific

this has been adressed by pretty much everyone many times which im thankful of but this is more or less an archive of the blunt trauma they’ve collected over the span of TWO DAYS

1. their aunt is fucking dead

oh look at that aunt kate gave them a letter how nice- what does she mean she’s gonna be gone. what does she mean unfinished business. what does she mean mistake??? (I have reason to believe riley was not aware of the kate incident previously)

the trauma of losing a loved one is already a lot to handle. not to mention kate might have been the only prominent figure in their life (I have reason to believe their parents are out of the picture. their dad was at least present at some point but they could’ve died or something similar) but now she’s saying something about look in the attic?

2. haunted tapes

riley is then given a burden after JUST being hit with the overwhelming feeling of their family member being dead. they have a tape of what looks like a children’s show. they were probably expecting it to be a normal ass kids show or like a recorded family memory or something but oh no girl. no it’s a creepy ass demon show. rileys first impression of amanda was probably random ass kid but morbid kid. while wooly was just. there. she’s waving around a knife at him and saying stuff like you shouldn’t have permission. fucking WEIRD.

now riley has to get other tapes that are hidden like they’re fucking nuclear bomb codes or something I’m telling you kate was SCARED scared to be hiding them like that. more and more tapes and riley is more and more scared for these kids sanity what the fuck. and then by the end she just fucking kills him WHAT THE FUCK? traumatised of of their mind and then. AND THEN. she gets up real close all “im behind you bitch” and fucking crashes out so much the entire tv comes alive and they get so freaked out they just smash it. oh my god finally. no more insanity no more demon child they can finally rest? they can try and get their head together like yk what they’re gonna do now with all this information- OHHH WHAT THE FUCK WHO IS THAT

3. joanne

let me be clear. the ENTIRETY of the second game they do not know this person they do not even have an inkling. all they got from that “conversation” (mute mf) is “i knew your aunt. she glazed you a lot ngl. get in” rileys age and maturity is crucial to me for this specific reason because why the FUCK did they get in the car with this. this STANGER??? YES they are scared. YES they are dealing with the loss of their aunt. YES they have just had to deal with the tapes and doesn’t know what the fuck is going on but is that a reason to get in the car with this random ass person who could very well fucking be a H*meln employee? or just a very basic kidnapper? STRANGER DANGER 101 WHERE YOU AT. does the mask jacket and hat not mean ANYTHING TO YOU?

joanne letting riley sleep for like idk an hour was rlly nice of her actually. “i know a place you can rest a while” ahem yeah the CAR is a great place for that wow. then she lets them vent abt what just happened. and then she WITH NO CONTEXT says “holy shit that’s scary. anyway let’s go in her office” oh yeah and then they just watch her BREAK INTO A FUCKING LIBRARY WITH THEIR AUNTS KEYS WHO KNOWS WHERE SHE GOT THAT SHIT. REF. DO SOMETHING REF. ARE YOU NOT GONNA FUCKING QUESTION THIS RILEY??? RILEY. oh my god- and then yap yap yap there’s a thing out there go get the tapes I’ll be outside doing NOTHING /j (she probably had a smoke and scrolled tiktok /JJJ) here’s a walkie talkie cuz it’s fire as shit now go. oh yeah cuz yk giving someone regardless of their age a fucking giant responsibility when they didn’t even get a word in and didn’t fucking ask to be put in this situation is a totally good display of trustworthiness. way to take care of their nibling WAY TO DO KATE GOOD GIRL

4. escaping death MULTIPLE TIMES

riley is already stressed, traumatised and wanting to just go home except they can’t do that cuz SOMEONE locked them in the fucking LIBRARY (joanne you bitch /j) they were warned of a thing but ahem girl you did not specify that THING is a GIANT ASS DISCORD ASS DADDY LONG LEGS ASS SANS UNDERTALE ASS AMANDA WANNABE ASS SHITTY AMANDA COSPLAYER ASS BONEY FNAF SPRINGLOCK giant monster thing yeah that would’ve been helpful to know beforehand.

great. now they have a fucking DEMON to deal with who’s trying to fucking kill them every second they spend in this fuckass library. oh look it’s amanda hi amanda surely you’re gonna be nice now right? being friends n all yeah. well she is for the most part actually. getting more insight to how troubled this kid is and her stopping the monster thing from killing them that’s sweet of you girl. and then woolys just. fucking weird idk who even is that guy anyway

ok secret tapes time- HOLY SHIT IS THAT THEIR AUNT. OMG ITS KATE NO WAY. AND THAT GUY FROM BEFORE. blah blah blah library conspiracy theories a- IS THAT HER FUCKING CORPSE. anyway

5. kate incident

finally got all those shitty tapes why do we even need this shit anyway this is so pointless oh my god. oh look a thing. oh look a record player thing. this should be useful- *gets fucking trampled with real time trauma and realisation they were not supposed to be fucking involved in the first place and holy shit what do they do now* but fr tho. i would NOT like to hear my aunt crying about how she made mistakes and how she’s so sorry and begging me to just stay safe and hidden within hours of being notified of her death. that’s rough buddy

6. joannes trauma

hold on a fucking minute *common sense kicks in* WHO THE FUCK EVEN ARE YOU? oh you lost your brother ok i see. oh you just wanted him back ok i see. oh you manipulated me and abused my trust and trauma to bring me here and make me practically do all the work ok i see. oh wow you look pretty anyway continue. oh you went to kate? oh you tried to take the tapes from her? completely understandable i getchu. oh wow the monster came and attacked you oh wow yeah that’s bad. oh she got away good. mhm yeah but then she fucking died didn’t she. well shit I don’t know joanne maybe you shouldn’t have trusted the first person you fucking saw to give you any real information

yeah that’s great to know yeah. wonderful to know not only has this gotten them nowhere but she also guilt tripped them into it and now they just have a bunch of tapes for no reason. at least she admitted it tho and promises to be better ig. time to see where this mysterious ass tunnel shaft thing goes

7. joanne incident

oh look at that she’s right behind them sweet let’s go. holy shit who hit the lights OHH. OH NO OH FUCK HOLY SHIT JOANNE NO JOANNE COME BACK. WHAT IS THAT WHAT IS THAT WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT. ok real talk. this is literally a fight or flight life or death situation i know. I KNOW they didn’t want to leave her there they so desperately wanted to do something but what? against THAT? no fucking way. so they have to close the door they have to get away they have to make sure all of this was for SOMETHING

and you’d think that’s the end of it right. oh no mf no. they have to hear her AGONISING PETRIFYING SCREAMS AND GROANS OF HORROR AND PAIN AND AGONY while going down this ladder to hell knows where. we heard it WE HEARD IT. imagine hearing it after ALL OF THAT EVERYTHING. now not only are they scared out of their fucking mind they feel so immensely bad knowing there was nothing they could do to prevent that. nothing

the reasons listed above are why i need riley at some point in the last game to have a moment to themselves. any moment. to cry. to grieve. to do ANYTHING to let their emotions out if they made any fucking noise in game they would be screaming crying and yelping 24/7

throughout EVERYTHING they have not been taking care of themself. these events have been happening non stop and so riley has not eaten, slept or even managed to take a break OTHER THAN joanne letting them rest and vent in the car which was pretty nice actually. in that scene there is a dark outline over her suggesting riley did not have a well enough sleep or is too unstable to pay attention properly