#implied switch!william

Evan was holding his golden Freddy bear, hugging it and fixing its bow. He loved this little bear like his life depended on it. It was about the only thing Evan felt safe with when it came to his father’s animatronics. He didn’t really understand his brother’s love for his Foxy mask…but he didn’t go around laughing at him for it…unlike his older brother, who usually makes fun of him for carrying his teddy bear around. 

Evan began to feel something hopping on his back, but tried to ignore it. 

“Oh! Hey Freddy!” His brother said in an over exaggerated low voice. 

Evan looked to his right to the sound, and widened his eyes when he saw the stuffed animal. “Bonnie!” Evan reacted, reaching out for the stuffy. 

“Ah ah ah.” He muttered, shaking his head and pulling it away from him. 

Evan whined. “Michael! Gimme him!” Evan whined. 

“If you take him, I can’t play with you.” Michael told him with a smile. 

Evan looked at Michael out of the corner of his eye, before grabbing his Freddy stuffy out from his arm. “Hi Bonnie. What are you doing?” Evan asked in his best Freddy voice as he turned to face Michael. 

Michael smiled and started to go along with Evan’s dialogue. “Looking for Chica. Have you seen him?” Bonnie (Michael) asked. 

“No, I haven’t. Have you checked the kitchen? I hear she loves to bake there.” Freddy (Evan) replied. 

Michael smiled. “No, actually. I didn’t think of that. I’ll check.” He started to ‘walk’ Bonnie away. When Bonnie had ‘walked’ a few feet away, he walked back to Freddy with his head down slightly. “She’s not there…” Bonnie told him, sounding disappointed. 

“She’s not?” Freddy clarified. “That’s weird. She loves the kitchen.” 

Bonnie nodded his head. “She’s not in there. Where else would Chica be?” Bonnie asked. 

“What about in the dining room? Is she getting the tables ready for the birthday kids?” Freddy asked. 

Bonnie shook his head. “I usually have to go through the dining room to get to the kitchen. And she’s not there.” Bonnie replied. 

Freddy nodded. “Maybe she’s off getting fixed by Uncle Henry.” Freddy (Evan) mentioned. 

Michael laughed a bit in his normal voice, before switching back to the Bonnie voice. “I’ll go check the workshop.” Bonnie offered, lifting up a plastic toy hammer. 

Evan laughed and shook his head. “Thehey don’t use hammers for robots!” Evan reacted. 

“They don’t?!” Bonnie reacted, looking at the toy hammer, and making the toy hammer look back at Bonnie. “Then can you explain why we heard hammering the other day?” Bonnie asked. 

Evan kept laughing, lowering his freddy doll and not even trying to talk in the Freddy voice anymore. “Dahahad wahas fihixing something in the garahahage!” Evan explained. 

“Oooooh! Fixing what?” Bonnie asked. “Fixing what, huh?” he asked, bringing the Bonnie stuffy closer. “Fixing a shelf? Fixing Foxy?” He brought Bonnie slightly closer. “Fixing the old clock that’s in the basement? Fixing WHAT?!” Bonnie asked next. 

Evan started doubling over, laughing a little bit harder as his imagination went wild with images of a cartoon version of his father, smashing the grandfather clock with a huge hammer. Every hit would make wood pieces and nails explode in every direction in a cartoony way, and miraculously always left his father unscathed by the debris. And then to make it even more funny, Michael grabbed a fake analog clock kids toy and made Bonnie started hammering it with the toy hammer, making dramatic smashing sounds. “BOOM, BOOM, BOOM- IS THIS WHAT HE WAS DOING?! BOOM BOOM!” Michael shouted rather loudly before going right to ‘causing a racket’. 

Evan finally fell over onto his side, just cackling and laughing away. And even when he tried to speak and add commentary, he just couldn’t because of how much he was laughing! 

“Ohoho my god, I knew I was funny, but man…Breathe, Evan!” Michael reacted. Even he himself couldn’t stop himself from laughing alongside him! 

“Ihihihi cahahan’t!” Evan told him. 

“Oh you can’t?” Michael asked with a smirk, walking up with the Bonnie stuffy. “You can’t?” He asked again, but in his Bonnie voice this time. “What’s making you laugh, Fredbear?” Bonnie (Michael) asked, bringing the stuffy’s face right close to Evan’s. “Is the invisible man tickling you again?” Bonnie asked next. 

Evan was getting all giddy and euphoric from the laughing fits by this point. “Nohohoho, hehehehe’s nohohohot.” Evan admitted. 

Michael smirked and tilted Bonnie stuffy’s head slightly. “Are you suuuure?” Then, Michael shoved Bonnie onto Evan’s chest and started wiggling it around, making fake nibble noises. “OMNOMnomnomnom. Omnomnomnomnomnom.” Michael teased. 

“eeEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE!” Evan laughed even louder and more high-pitched, kitty-fighting the Bonnie stuffy for a few moments. 

Then, Michael moved the stuffy away from his chest, and paused his nibbles. 

He went silent…

He took in a deep breath and quickly brought the stuffy’s face up to Evan’s stomach this time, shaking the stuffy again and making more nibble sounds. “Omnomnomnomnom.” Michael kept teasing and playing. 

“HEHEHEEEEEHEHEEEHEHEEE!” Evan laughed, kicking his feet and patting the stuffy’s head. 

He moved the stuffy away from his stomach with a short pause…another quiet moment…

A BIG breath…

Touchdown, crazy shaky-shakey, and- 

“OMNOMNOMNOMnomnomnomnom.” Michael teased. 

“HAHAHAHAHahahahaha! Mihihihichael plehehehehease!” Evan started to beg. 

Bonnie moved away from his stomach. “Yeeeesss?” Bonnie asked. 

“Ihihihit wahahas fuhuhuhunny behefore, but now Ihi’m tihired.” Evan told him. 

Bonnie stared at him for a good 10 seconds…before shoving Bonnie’s face into Evan’s neck. “Omnomnomnomnom. Good night kisses for the giant child. Omnomnomnomnomnom.” Bonnie (Michael) declared. 

Evan laughed and struggled to cover his face with his hands. “Nohohohoho, nohoho kihihihisses.” Evan tried to tell him. 

Bonnie gasped. “No kisses?!” He asked, surprised. “But kisses are the most wonderful forms of affection ever!” Bonnie reacted. 

“Ihihit’s ehembarrassihihihing.” Evan told Michael and the Bonnie toy. 

“Oh, kisses are embarrassing now?!” Bonnie reacted, before planting ‘kisses’ on his neck. “Mwah-mwah-mwah-mwah-mwah. Imagine what your mother would say if she heard you right now!” Bonnie reacted before giving Evan’s cheeks and neck plenty more ‘smooches’. 

“Mihihihihike plehehehehease!” Evan giggled. 

“Alright, alright.” Michael replied, removing Bonnie from his face and placing him down. “Too much?” Michael asked. 

Evan looked at Michael for a couple moments before looking down, visibly unsure whether he should answer yes or no. “Ummm…” Evan started to say, before visibly blushing a bit more. “N-No…” Evan eventually replied. 

Michael smirked. “Really?” He clarified. “If it wasn’t too much, then why make me stop?” Michael asked. 

Evan looked up, huffing. “You’re being mean!” Evan argued. 

“I’m stating facts!” Michael reacted. “And the fact is, you like being teased.” 

Evan looked at him. “Well…Yeah.” He replied. 

“So you admit it?” Michael said with a smirk. 

“Admit what?” Evan asked. 

“That you like being teased.” Michael clarified. 

Evan nodded his head. “Yes.” 

Michael widened his eyes. “Oh my gosh…” Michael took off running out of Evan’s room, and out to the living room. “MOM! DAD! EVAN LIKES BEING TEASED!” Michael yelled. 

“Michael, we know.” His mom replied. 

“He likes being tickled too.” William added, flipping the newspaper page. 

Michael widened his eyes even more and dropped his jaw. 

Wait, WHAT?! 

“DAD!” Evan yelled. “WHY?!” 

William looked at Michael. “You didn’t know that?” William asked. 

Michael blinked and shook his head. “......No. I didn’t.” he admitted. 

William chuckled and looked back at the newspaper. “Alright. Have fun with that information.” He said before looking back at a portrait picture in the paper. 

Michael turned around and smirked at Evan. 

Evan’s eyes were wide while he stared at her, both scared and exhilarated by seeing Michael become all evil and mischievous. “M-Michael…” He muttered. 

“Michael?” He asked. “Who’s Michael?” He asked next with a smirk. “Y-You’re not-” “Me?” The boy asked. “Oh no no no, I’m not Michael.” He told him before starting to run towards him. “I’m the TICKLE MONSTER!” Michael shouted as he sprinted. 

Evan screamed with both fear and excitement, before he was picked up by Michael and carried back to Evan’s bedroom. “WAIT-WAHAHAHAIT!” Evan laughed. “MIHICHAEL-” 

“Go for the neck. He likes tickly kisses on the neck.” William told him from the living room. “DAHAHAD PLEHEHEASE!” Evan yelled before breaking out in squeaky giggles. 

The tickle monster (Michael) started playfully nibbling in Evan’s neck, focusing on holding Evan with his hands while nibbling all over the right side and back of his neck. “Omnomnomnomnom.” Michael playfully said.

Evan giggled and kicked his legs forward and backward. “Mihihihichahahael! Plehehehease!” Evan reacted. 

“I have no idea who this ‘Michael person’ is. I know who I am, but who’s Michael?” The tickle monster asked. 

“Hehehehe’s my brohohother!” Evan admitted. 

“Oooooh! How wonderful to hear! Tell me, kid: What’s he like?” The tickle monster asked with a smile. 

“Hehehehe’s sihihihilly!” Evan replied. 

“Oh he iiiiis? That’s good to know.” The tickle monster said. “If I ever meet this ‘Michael’ character, what’s something I should know about him?” The tickle monster asked Evan. 

“Hehehehe lohohoves Fohohoxyhyhy!” Evan told him. “Oh yeah? Does he like foxes too?” The tickle monster asked. 

“Ihihihi dohohon’t knohohow.” Evan replied. 

“I’ll give you a little hint…” The tickle monster leaned into Evan’s ear. “He does.” He whispered. 

Evan giggled and curled his neck to the side, covering up his ear with his shoulder as best he could. “Mihihike plehehehease, ihihit feheheels weheheheird.” Evan admitted. 

“Oh it feels weird?” The tickle monster reacted. 

“Yehehehess! Lihihike a wehehehet wihihillie.” Evan admitted. 

“Wet willie?!” The tickle monster rolled his eyes. “No no no.” Michael put his own index finger into his mouth, licked it and shoved it into Evan’s ear. “THIS-” Michael said, before twirling it around. “-is a wet willie.” Michael teased. 

Evan squeaked and started giggling and whining. “Eheheheewwww! Yohohohou’re grohohohoss.” Evan complained. 

Michael pulled out his finger and flapped his hands around. “Yeah, you’re right…I AM gross.” Michael admitted before putting Evan down. “I’m gonna wash my hands. Hold on…” Michael left the room and walked to the bathroom, turning on the tap the moment he reached it. He started to wash off his finger, rubbing soap on only the finger and rinsing it off. Then, he turned off the water and dried his hands off before leaving the bathroom. 

Michael walked out to the living room and sat down. “So you were right.” Michael said. “His neck is very ticklish.” Michael said. “You’re not a bad tickle monster.” William said. 

Michael smiled a bit. “Thanks, Dad.” 

William chuckled. “Just don’t forget about the best tickle monster within this house.” William added, folding up the paper. 

“You?” His wife clarified. “Says the most ticklish person in this house.” she added. 

“Wha- Meeee?! Noooo.” William muttered, biting his lip as he struggled to hide his growing blush. 

“A little reminder of the mini monster incident?” She said, looking at Michael. “When you and 8 year old Michael had a tickle fight for 20 minutes straight?” She reminded him. 

William narrowed his eyes at his wife. “That’s because he was refusing to give up.” William admitted. 

“And because you were ALSO refusing to give up.” She added. 

“Yeah! I’m not gonna let my 8 year old son beat me as the tickle monster around here.” William added. 

“Too afraid of Uncle Henry finding out?” Michael teased. 

William looked at Michael with a slight bit of nervousness. “W-Well…” He stuttered. “I…” 

“And teasing you about it?” Michael teased further. 

William narrowed his eyes at Michael. “Why would I be scared of Henry finding out you had ‘beaten’ me out as the tickle monster?” William asked. 

Mrs. Afton smirked. “Because of pride.” She replied. 

William looked at his wife with a warning expression on his face. 

“And because William’s 3 times more ticklish than Henry.” Mrs. Afton added before looking down at her book. 

William grumbled and crossed his arms, acting even more immature than Evan was capable of at this point. Michael had bursted out laughing at this point, while Mrs. Afton was giggling at her husband’s immaturity too. The truth is…Henry is more of a tickle monster than William is. He’s capable of tickling William till there’s no tomorrow. 

But in the hierarchy of tickle monsters, The lower part of the pyramid is Michael. Though he’s low right now, he’ll quickly rise to the top overtime. The middle part of the pyramid is William. Top of the pyramid in the Afton house, but overpowered by just one person…

The top of the pyramid…is Henry Emily. 

And he will remain that way up until the day he dies. 

And...this is it. This is the big finale. This is the last FNAF fanfiction I will ever upload about every FNAF character in the future. If the FNAF movie ends up being really good, then I may temporarily open up the fandom again for the movie...and then close it again once I experience burnout again.

The only exception to this, will be writing about 2 brothers...