#fnaf x reader

I NEED TO STOP FEELING SAD ABOUT NOT GETTING ENOUGH ATTENTION.

I NEED TO KEEP MAKING FANFICS FOR MYSELF AND FOR FUN.

I NEED TO EMBRACE THE CRINGE.

You may not think this post applies to you, but it does.

There is a massive issue with inclusivity and assuming the audience. I have seen and personally experienced, time and time again, that me and many others feel as if we have no place in fandom. This specific part of it has to do with the majority of "x reader" content out there. It is all written for a cisgender (mostly heterosexual) white woman audience.

˖✦ ݁˖· ─ Where am I?

➥ Part 3.1 of this ┃ masterlist

Batfam x neglected!child!reader x fnaf

𝓐 /𝓝: I sincerely apologize for taking so long 😔🙏 this was supposed to be posted last night but tumblr hates me and gave me complications on posting it. This is also not the last as there is still a pt3.2, which I hope I won't take too long to write. But anyways, I hope you all enjoy reading this chapter!! Hopefully you find this chapter good, idk how to feel abt this one bc I changed it at least 2 times before deciding this is the final one (-ω-；)

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: child neglect, mentions of blood, dead body + death, crushed bones, reader's pronounce are she/her + usage of it, animatronics, some emotional scenes, cursing

“Daddy…?”

Those words struck Bruce and Dick. They stared right back at the e/c eyes. Those hunting eyes.

“Why did you leave me?” It sounded like your voice, Bruce couldn't deny it. But it sounded so broken and void — like you were finally done, yet still dragging on.

They aren't foolish enough to not recognize you.

“Don't you love me anymore?” You asked once again, looking down at yourself, at the animatronic body that killed you. In truth, you have been aware ever since the man in purple told you hours ago. Fear engulfed you the moment that you were alone in this dim building you once adored — the place where you begged Alfred to let you go on your birthday.

And hearing your father's and brother's voices, you couldn't help but grow frustrated. You're six — confused, terrified, and knows nothing on what to do — and seeing the ones who neglected you merged all of it into anger. He was right, if they hadn't ignored your invitations, this wouldn't have happened to you — you wouldn’t have died.

“Sweetheart?” Bruce took a step slowly up the stage. Confusion in his voice, because without a doubt, that's his daughter’s voice. But not the one he was used to hearing. Your voice always sounded happy — an innocent child’s voice with nothing but joy, like a bright sun beaming. But he also remembered the change in your cheery voice after ignoring you — sad and almost disappointed. The hope in your voice dying once you noticed he wasn’t listening.

“Bruce, it's not the animatronic’s ai voice system speaking…” Barbara informed him through the earpiece, confirming that it is you.

But how?

His daughter, his sweet princess who he needs to make up to… his beacon of hope is in that machine. You couldn't possibly fit in any part of that animatronic — you’d get crushed or pierced in the inside.

But when he took another step, you slightly jerked, then your stomach opened in half — then the claw came out. It lunged at him immediately, but he's so well equipped with dodging attacks that he swiftly avoided it. There was nothing inside but the claw. Even with the quick avoidance, Bruce still managed to see the insides of the stomach. Your body wasn’t there, it was just the claw inside of it. So how can it possibly be you?

Dick took a step, feeling your eyes on him for a brief moment.

“I—”

“You don't love me anymore.”

Your stomach closed, your eyes glowing as it stared down at them. And unlike before, you couldn't cry — couldn't let those tears run down your cheeks and express your emotion. Your cries only came out by screeching — it was loud and terrifying. But how can you stop crying when all of this is happening? Even if you cried like that now, it doesn't matter if it terrifies you or not.

Seeing them in your current state made you confused on what to feel. For a six year old child, you shouldn’t be experiencing this. You’re supposed to be in your warm bed, with treats made by Alfred, eating them while waiting for your father to come and kiss your forehead, saying goodnight to you. But those things wouldn’t happen, especially the last part. He hasn't done that in a long time.

“[name]... baby sis—”

Your head snapped towards Dick, and in a second you were on him. You didn't even know how it happened so fast, confused you still are. Large hands at his chest as you pinned him down with your free hand. You wanted to stop, but then again, you didn’t want to. It's like something's possessing you, and you're scared of what it is. Is it Circus Baby or your emotions? You didn't know.

“You're not my big brother anymore! I hate you—!” Your body screeched eerily, voice cracking.

Bruce immediately came to aid Dick who was already lacking oxygen and was hesitating — refused — to fight his little sister.

Because for him, he couldn't believe it. He wanted to convince himself that it's really you and you're just confused as they were — angry. And that maybe you're not dead — the worst possibility they have in mind all night. However, he did wonder how it could possibly be you?

Gripping the metals he could, Bruce tried to yank you back. But by the heavy machinery and the towering build you have, he struggled.

“What the fuck is happening here?!” An unfamiliar voice rang up to your ear.

You stopped suffocating Dick, turning your head towards an armed man. Familiar is the word you would use to describe him. Someone who's dear to you, someone that you haven't seen in quite a long time. But it wouldn't click to your mind whoever this man was.

You did know for certain that he has a weapon — he's going to hurt you.

But as those e/c eyes stared at his own, that made him hesitate to even shoot you with the gun in his hands.

After Jason learned that you didn't know what happened — that they told you he just left — he grew furious. Because the look in your eyes, regardless that it's robotic — looked at him hatefully. It made him break down from the inside, because not only did you get to think that he has abandoned you, but you also got to think and feel that he doesn't love you anymore… his sweet sunshine.

The worst part is you don't know him; you don't recognize him anymore.

And when your animatronic body lunged at him in an animalistic way that made the room filled with noises of your gears, he didn't move. He knows how you feel — angry, confused, and sad.

But what came was a loud thud. No more screeching and the terror of your screams — just you lying down on the ground.

His eyes widened, then moved to the one who did it: Bruce. He stood behind you, holding a device in his hand that caused you to get knocked out. Your father looked at you with pain on his face.

“Let's get her back home.”

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Maybe it was never meant to be — you, alive and happy…

How drastic your fate changed so early.

The family, upon the arrival of the three with you, immediately inspected the animatronic — doing everything they can and know to figure out what happened to you, and if it's really you.

Amongst the chaos of all this, inside them, they're overwhelmed by a sudden feeling and atmosphere in the room — and it points towards the animatronic strapped in restraints.

“We should open the hatch,” Tim suggested, getting the tools to open it.

Dick never got the chance to spend more time with you like an older brother would. How dare destiny take you away, then stuff you into this… aggressive animatronic. Maybe if he had never left the manor in the first place, you’d still be alive and well. He loves you, of course he does! And those words you have said to him repeated in his mind, over and over again.

Seeing the animatronic — you — strapped by metal binds while they figure out what happened to you made his hands shake.

Jason wasn't doing any better — none of them are.

Yet, they tried to come up with some logical reason. Something they can believe in, that hopefully you're still alive…and just waiting for them to rescue you.

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William Afton was seated in the room with Jim Gordon. “She can dance, she can sing. She's equipped with a built-in helium tank for inflating balloons right at her fingertips. She can take song request, she can even dispense ice cream.”

Jim Gordon didn't look all too pleased with the answer, per Tim's and his own daughter's pursuit of telling him that the animatronic is a killing machine and had something to do with your disappearance.

Not only that, but Bruce Wayne demanded for the owner to be interrogated.

“With all due respect, those aren't the design choices we were curious about, Mr. Afton.” Jim narrowed his eyes at the man in front of him.

William Afton raised a brow. “Then what is?”

“Have your animatronics ever malfunctioned?”

He shook his head immediately. “No. These animatronics are brand new — high tech if you will. I've made sure that they won't malfunction mid-performance.”

“But can they function freely out of your programming?” Jim asked with a stern tone. From what Bruce said through their call earlier, Jason saw figures moving while they were at the pizza place. Huge looking robots that lurked around, but he didn't have time to investigate further because of the screeching sounds from you — Circus Baby.

“...No.”

The interrogation went on as Alfred stood behind the glass wall, that from the inside of the interrogation room was just an ordinary wall.

Per Bruce's request, the Butler was the one in charge of handling these matters regarding the public while Bruce works as Batman.

In all truth, Alfred blamed himself for letting you go by yourself. He blamed himself that he didn't push himself further on scolding the family by their behavior towards you.

But most importantly… he should have listened to his gut feeling about Mr. Afton.

Moments later, Bruce came into the police station, walking rather quickly to Alfred. “Update?” He asked, looking in the interrogation room.

Alfred shook his head. “He's been avoiding certain questions, Master Bruce.”

Bruce narrowed his eyes on William Afton. That man certainly reeked off of suspicion in his eyes. Especially when he knows that those robots — Circus Baby — are used as a killing machine in a children’s pizza place.

Worst of all? His daughter got caught up in it.

“Where were you when the disappearance of Miss Wayne happened Mr. Afton?” Jim Gordon asked. Bruce waited for Afton to answer, which took him a few seconds. A few seconds to grow his suspicion even more. Answering such a simple question is easy for someone who's innocent, but for a guilty person? It’ll take them a moment to answer.

“I was at home when it happened. And then I got a call that something happened in my pizzaria, so I came back to work.” William answered carefully.

“So you were at work that morning?”

“Yes, I was. I made sure everything was well for the party of Miss Wayne.” He calmly admitted. “And my animatronics are perfectly intact — they wouldn’t do anything to the children or act out of program.”

Jim pressed his lips together, eyebrows scrunching together as he cleared his throat. “Of course, it’s not like you haven't mentioned that already.”

For a normal person, they wouldn’t even notice how William Afton gulped slightly. Bruce took this as a sign to follow him later on tonight. He glanced at his watch — 1:21 am. At least 10 hours of your disappearance.

Bruce’s breath became shaky. He needed to find you soon. His sweet daughter…you must be so afraid.

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Bruce left the station early, leaving Alfred to deal with the police.

He came into the batcave, eyes immediately set on the animatronic. He approached everyone and took notice of their frantic but tired state. However, Jason was missing among the group. Barbara was trying to crack up the system of the animatronic further, and it looks to be going well. Tim was closing Circus Baby's hatch after opening it earlier, while Dick was puzzled on whatever he's thinking.

They have opened the hatch, and what's inside was only wires and metals and such. Plus the claw and barely any space. Dick concluded that whoever got too close to it like they had would be crushed to death, especially a child who'll approach her.

He didn't want to think of it, but what if it was you who got close to her and got pierced by that claw?

He hopes not. But the possibility of it made him tremble.

“Wheres Jason?” Bruce asked. “He said he was going to patrol and check out the pizzeria again.” Dick informed him, trying to control himself from shaking.

Bruce hummed in response. He moved away from them to suit up. By now, Afton would still be in the police station.

They didn't question Bruce to where he's off to. Because they know the answer already; to find you.

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William Afton went home to his apartment — a temporary place for him to stay in Gotham.

He got inside, locked the doors, shut the windows, and closed the curtains like his life depends on it. Well, it literally does when he feels like he's being watched. And for someone living in Gotham, it's a bad thing to get watched in the night.

He can outrun the police and even the government, but he wouldn't be able to outrun a vigilante or villain. Heck, he'd even be happy if a villain is the one watching. But a vigilante? He's screwed. That's why he flicked the lights off and pretended to be as normal as he can be.

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Jason surveyed the surroundings of the pizzeria, taking note of the possible routes. “Oracle,” He called out to the earpiece device. “Check out the CCTV cameras near the place. There's some near here.”

“On it.” She responded

Jason hummed, looking at the eerie pizzeria. The place has been surrounded by police tapes to make people stay out of it until further notice.

After seeing shadows of something lurking in that building earlier, he became curious. He wanted to know what it was, and if it could possibly point out where you are. Though, he has a hunch that it's the other animatronics — he just needs to confirm it. So, with determination, he successfully got in the place again. He marched down the same hallway he was in hours ago.

Something creaked, then a metal clank to the ground. Jason snapped his head to the sound, jaw clenched. He opened the tiny camera that was attached to his suit in case something happened. Gripping his gun, he cautiously walked further.

To think this place is a kid’s playground where they happily enjoy pizza and entertainment.

The pizzeria reeks off of something sinister in the night. The kind that no kid should involve themselves in or even go to.

“Red Hood,” Barbara called out. “I have a possible lead.”

He stopped in his tracks and backed away. “Where?”

“It was hard to track because of William Afton avoiding the CCTV cameras of the other buildings and his own — he's partially successful — but he fortunately failed to see the other CCTV cameras of some of the other buildings.” She started. “It looks like he's heading out of the city an hour or maybe two after [name] disappeared. Which is strange for someone who claims that they were at home all day.”

“Got it.”

He turned from where he came, but quickly jerked aside. Through his helmet, he glared at the animatronic in front of him.

It was a white bear.

“Inform the others,” he called to Barbara. “I have company here.”

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“Batman,” Barbara called from the earpiece device. “Leave that place — I have a lead. Nightwing is on his way there, Red Hood is occupied in the pizzeria.”

Bruce hummed. He took another glance at the man inside the apartment before disappearing into the shadows.

He followed the routes quickly which led onto the outskirts of the city. The forest. His jaw clenched unconsciously as he entered the forest. The wind howled, the trees danced with the night's breeze, and each step Bruce took felt heavy.

“Nightwing,” he called through the earpiece.

“Yeah, I’m here.” He responded, and a minute later they reunited to search for you.

They walked through the forest together, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious — anything that can possibly lead to you. While the wind howled and the moon shines bright above them, a frightening thought came into their mind, a question; why the hell would you be here? Why the fuck would that mad man take you here? If he truly kidnapped you, he surely would’ve taken you to a building of some sort, so why here?

Of course, thanks to their experience, they know some possible reason:

One is that he could’ve taken you here so they wouldn’t find you, Two is the worst one — you could be dead and that he buried you here in the forest.

That thought hunted them as they searched for what seemed like a long time — splitting up and regrouping again — they came to a halt when a raindrop fell down. Dick looked up, the moon hid behind dark clouds again. However, the rain didn’t stop them from searching for you.

Bruce did wonder why Jason and Tim were not there yet, and why did Barbara not answer him when he asked about them. It would have made their search faster if they were here.

Another few minutes passed, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Not until they noticed tracks, tire tracks. The rain poured heavily, so they sprinted to follow it before the rain washes it away completely. With their speed, they got closer. And with it, their heartbeat pumped — not just from running, but with those thoughts in mind. They hoped, prayed, that they’re wrong.

Because Bruce won’t be able to live with the guilt of having failed to love and protect another child of his. It was already worse with Jason, how much more pain would he feel if you were completely gone in his embrace? If he wouldn’t be able to make it up to you, tuck you into the night, give you hugs and kisses when you simply asked of him, see you grow up from a little girl to a woman — he knows it’ll ruin him.

Alike Bruce, Dick felt himself tremble. What kind of brother is he if he wouldn't be able to find you? That animatronic…her words — or yours — still echoed in his mind. He refuses to believe that you and that robot are possibly the same. Maybe it's because what the animatronic said to him felt like a punch in the gut, and that you wouldn’t say that to him at all. But who was he kidding? You would’ve told him those things.

He can still make it up to you, he thought. Once they have found you, alive, it will just be like the old times; full of laughter, love, and happiness. It would be him and his little sister again.

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The tracks stopped, and near it was a pile of dirt. William Afton made no effort into hiding what he had dug — the dirt stood out from the grass plains despite the rain.

Bruce’s hands trembled slightly, though he tried to stop it, he couldn’t shake the feeling off.

Dick only stared at the pile of dirt. He tried to distract his thoughts and decided to delude himself into thinking that it couldn’t possibly be you buried down there. However, before he could even utter a word that this might be the wrong track they followed, Bruce already took a step towards it, much to his dismay.

“Oracle,” he called out. Again, there was no answer. After a minute of pause, Barbara finally spoke. Though, she sounded like she had put up a fight against someone by the sound of her heavy breaths.

“Bruce!” She exclaimed urgently. “It's— she's awake! A-And angry—!”

“What?” Dick chimed in. “Where is Tim? And Jason?”

“They’re both in the pizzeria. Something is attacking Jason there so Tim decided to go—” She suddenly stopped, and they could faintly hear her call out to Alfred. “I’m calling for backup here. The animatronic is — it's trying to attack —”

“We’ll be there, we’re in the forest and I think we…” Bruce trailed off. “...I think we found her.”

Those words were hard to admit as he stared at Dick, who started to dig with a device they have that came useful for this moment. He dug frantically, partially digging with his hands and the tool.

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Bruce helped dig out the dirt. It became difficult for them to do so because of the rain — it made it even harder to search for you.

But after what felt like hours of clawing at the dirt, they could finally smell something other than fresh mud.

They know that smell, they always smell that stuff when they discover a corpse—

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It can't be.

Their breathing became uneven, hands shaking as they forced themselves to continue. The more they dug, the stronger the smell became.

And the stronger their fear becomes.

“No, it's isn't her...it can't be— it isn't her—!” Dick murmured. He needs to be composed, he needs to.

But who cannot cry when you find out that someone you love has died? And worst of all, they are the ones digging to find that loved one.

And it horrified them to see you.

You're dead.

Your broken camera was around your neck with some shards pierced around your skin from the thing that you love to take pictures with.

Bruce trembled greatly as he slowly kneeled.

With shaking hands, he gently cradled your face. But this time, you’re not full of life anymore.

Your face held dried blood and dirt, your eyes were closed, and your face felt so cold.

The realization hit them — you’re really gone.

They failed. And they can’t do anything about it now. Bruce wouldn’t be able to see you open your eyes to a brand new day, and how it’ll always look at him with love. Such an innocent child you were, sweet and loveable.

He released a cry, slowly cradling your beaten body. He tried to be gentle as he could as he clutched your body close to his.

Oh…

His sweet little princess. How terrified you must have been.

Dick tried to peer his eyes away from the sight. It's truly heartbreaking to see. He almost lost a brother once, and now he lost his little sister. The pain gnawed at him from the inside. And he thought about how Bruce must be feeling right now; it must be ten times worse.

He tried to control his shaking, but his tears kept on flowing as he ran his hands through his hair and desperately tried to control his breath.

“Oracle,” Dick called out. “We found her.”

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The loss of a child is one of the most terrible things for a parent to experience. The pain and grief is unmatched, and a part of a parent’s heart will forever be hollow.

Bruce Wayne feels miserable. His chest is filled with pain and guilt as he carries you in his arms. Why does the universe hate him so much to the point they have to kill his daughter?

The rain washed off the dirt on your body — the pierced area on your stomach became visible. Blood dripped from it, and the remaining dirt clung to you. Your body felt cold, something he hates. He missed your warm hugs, he could only replay the memory in his mind now.

He failed you.

He failed his little girl — his daughter.

And as he looked down upon your body — flesh teared from one another, bones crushed, bloodied, and cold — rage washed over him. It will never be towards you, god no. The rage he felt directed to his own and towards William Afton, the man who had thrown you away six feet under the dirt. How heartless he is, wicked, to ever do this. But did he honestly expect goodness in Gotham? There may be, but Gotham isn’t titled the City of Crimes for nothing.

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Dick Grayson also felt pain.

For a long time, he ignored you due to the fight with Bruce and then he left Gotham with no goodbye to you. Circus Baby you was right, he is a bad brother.

He accepted that now. Because seeing you in Bruce’s arms — lifeless, cold, and bloody — while he held your broken camera made him realize the mistake he had made.

The days when you would laugh and smile at him made his day better, always. The two of you would play — just you and your big brother. The times when he would get embraced with your love made his heart melt — so innocent and sweet. You looked at him like he's the best thing in the world, because for a little girl like you, he is.

Now he wonders; how will he ever live with the guilt and pain he has caused upon himself?

Those days where you two would play and laugh together were gone now. He wouldn’t be able to do those activities again with you. And all of those perfect days would be forever etched in his mind, staying as a memory.

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Bruce Wayne tried his best to shield his daughter from the rain by the use of his cloak as they hurried back to the Manor.

Dick ran to the entrance of the batcave to prepare things, forgetting about the animatronic. He immediately came to a halt at the sight of the familiar superhero with Circus Baby in his hold.

Superman, otherwise known as Clark Kent, had a firm grip on the animatronic. It clawed on to whatever she could reach, though as a man of steel, Clark was unbothered by it. Dick took notice of how Clark tried to prevent Circus Baby from opening her hatch.

Dick’s eyes moved towards Alfred. His hand is wrapped around white bandages, likely from the attack of Circus Baby. Barbara was no different, her arm had bruises and a bandage wrapped around her wrist.

“Master Dick,” Alfred turned his attention to the boy. “Wheres Master Bruce and Miss—”

And on cue, Bruce entered the Batcave. Like Dick, his boots were also clad with dirt.

But all eyes were on his arms.

Alfred couldn’t contain his shock. All of them did, but the sight of you dead affected him more. He has stood by you and taken care of you while they continue to neglect you, which the butler clearly showed disappointment on. He was there to give you a hug when your father was absent to do so, he tucked you into bed at night, played with you when your brothers and sister were not available, and gave you the love you deserve.

He doesn’t understand how Bruce could ignore you, or any of them at all. Though he knows that Bruce got blinded by grief, it still wasn’t enough reason for him to ignore his daughter, who's innocent and just wanted the love of a father.

With a careful hand to your cold cheek, he caressed it with tears in his eyes. “Oh, Miss…”

“Get the med ready, Alfred.” Bruce instructed, going to the medical wing.

Barbara was left struck as she stared at your body. She eventually got out of it by the sudden voice coming from Tim. From the other line, he was trying to catch his breath. “Oracle,” he called. “Are they back to the batcave?” He asked.

“Yes,” she confirmed. “We need you all to come back here asap — [name] is…” She stopped herself. She didn’t know what to say to them, it would crush them to learn about your death over a call.

"She's gone."

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The only sound in the Batcave belonged to the screeching animatronic, it rampaged to get out of the superheroes hold.

Dick stared at it while holding the broken camera in his hand. He took notice of how Circus Baby grew relentless and got more furious at the sight of you. He and Clark had to tie the animatronic up by a metal restraint. Per Barbara's order to not shut it down to further inspect it, they had to bear with the animatronic’s screeches.

“Has she said anything other than screeching?” Dick asked the both of them. It's strange for Circus Baby to not speak like she had spoken to him and Bruce. And he admits that he wants to hear the voice that sounded just like you.

Barbara stopped typing on the Batcomputer and turned to him. Clark only shook his head.

“Before I called for help, she set her eyes on Alfred for quite some time before speaking. She said something strange though,” she spoke. “She asked why did he left her.”

What followed was a long silence. Dick didn’t waver at what she said, because ever since the incident in the pizzeria earlier, he expected nothing less. It made him wonder if Circus Baby is…you. First it was your voice and not the ai’s, how you talked to them, and now you said that to Alfred.

“Ok,” he muttered. “Maybe she is [Name].” He confirmed, looking at the animatronic that was close to getting free from the restraint.

The only thing that came to Dick's mind was that something supernatural happened to you. If not your physical body in that animatronic, then it was either your conscience or soul... Maybe even both.

Though, Clark felt a bit dumbfounded. He responded to a call from the Batcave, signalling that they need help. He brought along Conner with him per Barbara’s request to help Tim. But at a tense moment like this, he doesn’t know whether to speak or just remain quiet. He does understand bits of what's going on, like how they all suspect that [name] is in the animatronic. Since your physical body is here, then it must be your soul in there right?

And by his observations of the bat family, they must know it too. However, if they at least knew of this, then why did they decide — or at least Barbara — to call him as backup? He knows it must be because of the ties both the supers and bats have and that he's strong to handle such a thing, but someone experienced with souls and such can be handy in this situation.

But he just knows that Bruce possibly came to a conclusion of your soul being inside that animatronic. Clark has seen you at times, he's your Godfather after all. So seeing your eyes in Circus Baby’s made him feel…he genuinely doesn’t know how to feel. Although, he feels creeped out the moment you’ve set your e/c eyes on him.

“Theres not much we've got on Circus Baby, other than the eye color changing and voice, the blueprint of her structure and such. But look,” Barbara motioned for them to look at the Batcomputer. It shows a video from Tim and Jason’s camera device. They’re fighting sets of animatronic alongside with Conner, though he arrived later on.

“This is evidence that—”

“That William Afton is a criminal.” Dick finished, his eyes set on the screen. “Those fucking robots—!” He ran his hand through his hair, suddenly turning towards the struggling animatronic in the cave. He took a deep breath. “So she did kill [name]...” He whispered to himself.

How terrified you must be. Getting killed by Circus Baby, then now your soul is presumably in that same animatronic that killed you.

His emotions swirled — he felt like a failure. He has contained himself long enough from breaking down into an emotional mess earlier, because the first priority was to get you out of the pouring rain and get you back home. But the moment he saw you — injured, dead, bleeding, and thrown into the dirt like you were…nothing — he wanted to break down right there, hold you, and then find that man. If Bruce was not there, he and you would still be outside the forest.

And now, inside the cold Batcave, he let his tears roll down his cheeks once again. He tried to control his trembling, trying to hold on to what's left of your camera. Sweet, little you…recording what's going on with your life while they don’t bother to let you know or see what their day has been. He looked at the camera in his hands. He felt his knees buckle at the acceptance of your death.

But does he truly accept it?

His baby sister… how he wished that you didn’t have to suffer like that. He wishes that it should have been him to die, not you. He feels responsible — he should’ve protected you from the cruel world. He's been a hero to other people, saving them from danger. But can he call himself that when he can’t even protect his little sister? No, that much he agrees as he lets himself sink into a mess. He even failed to notice the arrival of Jason, Tim, and Connor.

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As the three neared the Batcave, they could already hear noises of screeching and…sobbing?

They entered quickly and were met by the sight of Dick spiraling into a fit of tears. From the other side of the cave was Circus Baby, who's screeching and looking at Dick or more specifically at what he's holding. It suddenly turned her head to them, going quiet.

“Jason…?” Your voice once again came, so eerily and hauntingly, yet sweet as the said man remembers. And at the similar voice of his little sister, Dick stopped his cries. Everyone else turned to the animatronic, to Circus Baby, to you. “Is that really you?” You asked once again, because is this truly him? The last time you saw him, he looked different than the one standing here.

With everyone frozen in thought — with Jason being frozen in thought — he couldn’t respond. Scared he is of you fearing him and hating him of what he has done, of what he is now. Those eyes used to look at him so brightly, when everything used to be simple. Or at least for you, but seeing you safe and happy made his day alright, perfect even.

Seeing those eyes so dull and on an animatronic’s eyes made him clench his fist. No amount of injury can compare to the pain he’s feeling.

“It is you…” He flinched at the sound. Your voice turned sad, low, and undeniably angry. He tried to speak or come up with an answer, an explanation even. But before he could utter a word out, what came next was another loud screeching, almost as if you’re crying.

Tim watched all of this and tried to see a possible solution, or at least an explanation. He looked at his brothers — Dick was still on the floor while Jason was frozen in place.

No one can blame them.

A tear rolled down his cheek. Receiving news of your little sister’s death shocked them, especially Jason. When they were fighting the animatronics, none of them flinched, but when Barbara’s shaking voice told them of your death? They stopped for a moment and tried to process the information before pouring all their grief, guilt, anger, and sadness into the fight. Jason was more feral, he smashed and fought the animatronics until they couldn’t function anymore.

Despite not knowing you for a long time, Tim knows you two would be great siblings if he had given it a chance. If he had let you in completely instead of pushing you away, surely, the two of you would get along. He remembers how you would always check up on him, saying that he should sleep more, and if he ever has trouble doing so, he can go to your room and have a sleepover with you.

How sweet of you to offer such kindness.

But then again, you were still a kid. You still didn’t know the cruelty of the world and how often they try to stop that. But now, as they believe that it is you inside of Circus Baby, he wonders if you’ll be afraid of the world. You used to view it so brightly — how often he would see you in the garden to try and catch butterflies, or ask Alfred to let him take you out. Tim may not have interacted with you that much, but he observed.

He used to tell himself that he would eventually make time for you, however, that will never come.

He found the strength to tear his eyes away from the sight of his brothers to Barbara and Clark instead. They were the ones in the room that seemed composed enough to talk about the situation. Clark was suggesting contacting an expert on souls, like John Consantine.

Barbara can only agree, but decided to wait on Bruce’s call. She busied herself once more in hopes to distract herself from what she's feeling. She contacted Stephanie and Cass, though, they still won't come until tomorrow morning due to the mission. She typed on the Batcomputer, head phones on to prevent the noises from her little sister's screeching cries and Dick's own sobbing. And like everyone else, tears rolled down her cheeks.

Him and Alfred were still in the medical wing, treating and cleaning your body up.

All they can do is wait upon them and tolerate the cries of the animatronic, more specifically, you. Everyone tries to stay composed and calm, but how can they when your bright smile, warm hugs, and love isn't there to help them be calm or even composed?

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Headcanons

Characters :: Sun + Moon (Fnaf), Flo (Where the Spotlight Lingers), Shadow Milk Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom), Pierrot + Harlequin + Jester (The Freak Circus), Jestyn (Kingdom of Marrionettes), ADULT!Prototype (Poppy Playtime), Fizzarolli (Helluva Boss)

WC :: 3k+

Warnings :: Mentions of Intimacy, 18+ Subject, NOT proofread, Prototype is an ADULT for this as an AU, Mention of Virginity, Mention of sexual Jokes, Mention of BDSM, Shortly mentioned Poly relationship between You, Fizzarolli and Asmodeus.

[Character]: hm.....dear?

You: yeah?

[Character]: may i ask you something?

You notice how they look unesead, almost worried

You:....sure?, What is it?

They show you the picture in it are both giant and small beings beyond the escope of humans wich most would describe as Mythical sea creatures, on one side is a dark being almost looking like a giant mermaid but giant mermaids can only grow so much in truth the creature is a leviathan or better yet THE leviathan, with gars that destroyed both boats and lands in wich created massive tragedies, capable of conjuring storms so massive you could belive the armaggedon was coming one of the biggest mysteries of all time is where it came from, the leviathan semmed to embrace the being in the middle an happy face with a smile so big you could see all of its sharp teeth

In the leviathans side another massive being stood completly and utherly pale almost transluced, it wasen't as massive as the leviathan you could say average size next to it, folks called it the terrifying ghost leviathan a almost looking corpse with a ridiclous power over sound, in truth its pale complexion was due to albnism but its transluced exposed parts such as its ribcage wasen't natural, that being was born by cruel experimentation and transformation, it was timid but it was happy nonetheless

On the other side was the fearsome kraken its millions of tantacles floatin around in the water its complexion was bright and colerfull a direct contrast to its brother, this creature wasen't as fearfull to deal with but more.....annoying to say the least, it had a temper and was really pridefull it was the main culprit for when kingdoms were attacked and now a days, the goverment, it had a habit of collecting treasures and often buted heads with the leviathan, the kraken was embracing the other side of the creature in the middle its tantacles curling around its tail

The other creatures were a giant mer jellyfish, their personality was a contrast with its other bretheren wich serious, bloodthisty and almost insane to some degree, it was a playfull ball of sunshine, its placement was behind the main focus of the photo

The others were a siren, selkies, naiads, water nymphs, a couple of humans in apropriate and of course the being in the middle, who dominated all others in height and power

These people were your father, mother, uncle and family members respectfuly and the being in the middle was you

It was your 18 birthday that day, the photo had to be taken in ridiclous number of miles for everybody to appear

You:oh! That's my family :D

‘Warnings? Smu-’

guys, I don’t want smut I just want fluff if this too much to ask for?

It’s legit all I’ve been seeing lately

19.07: MUM IM FAMOUS