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The Light Slowly Flickered

Michael pushed off of the metallic surface, the singular light in the dark room blinding him, his vision blurred and impared. "Where am I?" He tried to sit up, but his head hit something hard. A loud clunk set him reeling back, his chin smacking the floor. "Fuck!" He yelled, rubbing his head where it had been so brutally abused. He crawled along the floor, the feeling almost the same to the vents he had been forced to crawl through so many times. He looked up again, the spotlight tearing his vision from his eyes. He winced, pulling himself farther alomg the ground. A whirring could be heard from above him for a split second before loud, blaring, bright red alarms began to yell. In the quick flashes of the lights, he saw the horrors that lay before him. The robots he cared for so tenderly, their shells scattered along the ground. "Oh my g-" Michael whispered, suddenly stopped by the sight of the single spotlight again. It wasn't a spotlight. "D-dad? Dad!" Michael yelled, quickly shuffling towards the window where the flashlight was being shined. "Dad! Help!" He called, banging against the glass. His father did not move. "DAD!" Michael yelled, hitting the glass again. He screamed, the sounds of his voice overcame any alarms that had once been going off. The sound of gears lowering caused Michael to turn, fear causing his fingers to shake. A large metal tool lowered itself from the roof, it looked like a giant ice cream cone. He knew what was about to happen. Swinging around, Michael hit the glass again, "DAD HELP! DAD! IT'S ME! DAD PLEASE!" His father watched, his flashlight casting an eery glow on his face. "DAD, HELP ME! GET ME OUT!" Michael's panicked gaze met a bright red button that was just outside of the glass, his father was just an arm's reach away.

"DAD! DAD DON'T PUSH IT!" Michael knew exactly what the button would do. It would activate The Scooper. "DAD NO! DAD! OPEN THE HATCH!" Michael pressed his face onto the glass, a combination of his breath and tears caused it to fog up, covering his view of his dad's face. "DAD! DAD I LOVE YOU! PLEASE!" Michael screamed. William glared at him as the fog on the glass faded. The flashlight was flickering, as if it was losing battery. "DAD! HURRY!" William reached his arm toward the glass, meeting with his son's hand on the other side. The flashlight flickered. "DAD!" Michael yelled, tears running down his face and landing on his collar. William looked at him once more. The flashlight flickered. "Dad...." Michael whimpered, begging him once more. The flashlight flickered. William wordlessley reached his hand to the button. The flashlight flickered, and flickered, until it came to a shuddering stop. William pressed the button. Michael pushed his body against the window, "DA-" The scooper clicked, pushing itself into Michael. William stood there, watching. He didn't budge for a while. Minutes passed. An hour passed. By that time, William had left, traveling up the elevator. He left the dead flashlight sitting on the ground. Another hour passed. And another, and another. The flashlight flickered.

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A Happy Frog x Lefty fanfiction

I... I made an AU....

Basically, William Afton, whilst messing with remnant, accidentally fucks something up and ends up Thanos Snapping everything that lives from existence. Basically, humans, animals, and plants. Everything this isn't organic survives. So I was prompted to write this fic about these lesbians. (She/Her for Happy Frog, She/Them for Lefty)

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Lefty stepped towards the old Ferris Wheel, her hand brushing against the worn and rusted metal. She sighed, remembering all of the great times she sad with her friends on this ride before... The accident.

She turned to look at the tents of the vendors, now torn and broken with age.

A sudden whistle startled Lefty, who quickly regained her calm and collected look as Happy Frog called her.

"I'm at the Ferris Wheel!" Lefty yelled, waving her hands in the air.

Happy Frog's head appeared from behind an old hot dog cart.

She slowly walked toward Lefty, admiring the large ride.

"We should ride it!" Happy Frog yelled, sprinting towards the busted control panel.

"There's no way, it's rusted to Hell." Lefty shrugged, staring at the once bright and colourful ride of romance.

Happy Frog looked up from the control panel, smiling as she ran her fingers along the buttons and switches.

With a sudden jolt of life, the lights of the wheel began to shine, casting a rainbow aura upon the night.

"Holy shit!" Lefty said, stepping next to Happy Frog. She grabbed the other girls hands, smiling as she looked up to the sky. "No way."

"Yes way!" Happy Frog yelled as she ran toward the bottom cart, dragging Lefty with her.

Happy Frog watched as the carts began to shake, slowly rotating around the wheel. Gripping Lefty's hand tighter, she jumped onto an oncoming cart.

As they sat on a torn seat, Lefty's mind flooded with memories of this ride, before everyone was taken.

Hapoy Frog smiled, laying her head on Lefty's shoulder.

"Remember..." Lefty began, "When we would sneak out of the restraunt and come here?" She smiled.

Happy Frog met Lefty's gaze, digging her head further into the bear's fluffy scruff.

"Yeah, and then Music Man caught us and we were on constant watch by Security?" Happy Frog laughed, "That was so awkward."

Lefty smiled, looking out at the land, once full of life, now stripped of anything that wasn't made of scraps and bolts.

"Yeah... Hah, I never thought we would be able to see this view again." Lefty lay backwards, her head hanging out of the cart, "It's so... Peaceful..." Happy Frog gently pressed her forehead onto Lefty's chin.

"Yeah... It's nice."

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You wake up one morning to find the world mostly empty, and everyone you come across looks exhausted. The more you talk to them the more you realize, the only ones left are people who were awake at 2 am. Luckily, your D&D session ran long last night, and your party wants to know what happened.

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"Jesus fuck, Neil, you look horrible!" Max yelled at Neil from across the camp, making fun of the boys obvious lack of sleep.

"Nerris, Preston, Nikki, and I stayed up for a game of DnD... I was forced to join..." Neil said, yawning. "Lasted until around 3am..."

"What about you, Max? You never sleep." Neil said, poking Max's forehead. Max swatted at Neil, only to sigh and put his hands back into the pockets of his blue hoodie.

"David? David!" Gwen's voice startled them both.

"Have you guys seen David?" Gwen asked as she ran up to Neil and Max.

"Not since yesterday. Why would I care? He's probably off searching for some tree he wants to fuck." Max said, Gwen's face dropped as she shrugged off what he said, continuing to look for David.

"Speaking of which... Where is everyone?" Max said, suprised none of the campers had awoken for their daily activities.

Neil slowly stepped over to Preston and Harrison's tent. Preston was fast asleep on the floor, tired from last nights session. Harrison was nowhere to be seen.

Neil stumbled over to Preston, shaking his shoulders to wake him up.

Preston groaned, "What is it, Neil?"

"Where is Harrison?" Neil said.

Preston rolled over, glaring at Harrison's mattress. He seemed shocked, immediately sitting up.

"I... I don't know?" Preston said, following Neil from his tent.

"Go wake up Dolph and Space Kid..." Neil ordered Preston, who nodded and ran to their tents.

"I'll get Nikki and Nerris from their tent... Max, can you check on Ered?" Neil asked, turning back to the smaller boy.

"Sure, whatever." Max said as he shuffled his way to her tent.

"Nikki? You in here?" Neil peekee his head into the tent.

A sigh of relief escaped him as he saw the two girls curled up on Nikki's cot. Neil walked towards them, shaking Nerris awake.

"Nerris, wake up..." He whispered.

"Mmmhph." Nerris replied, her words muffled by her pillow. She rolled over to face Neil, slowly grabbing her glasses from her bedside table.

"Neil?" Nerris mumbled as she put on her glasses.

"Nerris... Everyone is gone!" Neil whisper-yelled, knowing Nikki would kill him if he woke her up.

Nerris sat up, glaring at Neil. "Gone? Like, where did they go?"

Neil was cut of by Nikki, who rolled over to grab Nerris' arm. "Nerris? Ugh, what's going on?"

Nerris adjusted herself so Nikki could sit up next to her.

Nikki wiped her eyes as she sat up, almost collapsing onto Nerris.

"They just... Vanished!" Neil finished, opening the tent slightly so the girls could see the empty camp ground.

Nerris gasped, rolling out from under her blanket and walking out of her tent.

Nikki followed, still yawning and stretching.

"It's work of the dark arts!" Nerris yelled, angrily marching to Harrison's tent.

She yelled at the sight of his empty bed.

"Where is he?" Nerris asked, running back to Neil and Nikki.

"I don't know! Everyone is gone!"

Preston and Max both made their way toward the others, shaking there heads.

"I checked for Space Kid, he's gone. Dolph too. I even checked for Nurf... Nothing!" Preston yelled, collapsing into tears.

"Ered isn't there, either." Max said, trying his best to comfort Preston.

"Ered is gone?!" Nikki yelled, tears welling in her eyes.

"Campers!" Gwen yelled as she ran towards them, startled at the small amount of kids.

"David's gone!" She said.

Max yelled back, "Everyone's gone!"

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Orville likes to have cook dinner for the others

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"Lefty, how do you like your steak?" Orville said, looking at the quiet bear who is solemnly splayed over the couch.

Lefty looked up, suprised at their acknowledgment. "Oh! Uhhh, I don't really eat steak."

Orville seemed surprised, but nodded and made his way toward the fridge.

"Honey?" The elephant called.

"Yes?" A familiar Boston accent replied as Mr. Hippo walked into the kitchen, smiling at Orville as he cooked.

"What would you like?" Orville asked, sorting through the fridge to find something for Lefty. Hippo leaned his forehead on Orville's back,

"Anything, dear."

"Y'all 're gross!" Another bear joined lefty on the couch, his top hat bouncing on a coil.

"Someday you'll understand, Neddy... Someday." Hippo called from the kitchen.

Need bear glared at Lefty in disgust, "No way!" Lefty shrugged, glancing across the room at the other colourful characters around the dining room.

Pigpatch was playing the banjo, of course, with Rockstar Chica at his side, tapping her foot to the music. Rockstar Foxy was gently petting his bird, his eyes half closed.

Lefty's eyes panned over Rockstar Freddy, then Rockstar Bonnie, Candy Cadet, and Music Man, then finally Happy Frog.

"Not really something I've thought about, Neddy." Lefty held eye contact with Happy Frog for a few seconds before returning to their sulking, a bit more flustered than usual.

"Alright! Dinner is served!" Orville suddenly shouted as he passed everyone their plates. They talked of many things that day, love, food, music, jokes, and of course, family.

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Helpy hopes that you are going to be okay

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"Mr. Nightguard?" A small voice woke me from my slumber. "You okay?"

The bear, Helpy as they called him, was leaning over my desk, watching me with bright blue eyes. I nodded slowly, simply wanting him to leave me alone.

"You look tired." He said, scratching the back of his head. I nodded again, not wanting to speak.

The bear turned toward my monitor, pressing as many buttons as his tiny paws could handle.

"What do these do?" He said as he pressed each one. I laughed, watching him play with the screen. He seemed to notice, as he played more and more.

"My name is Michael." I blurted out, for no real reason. The bear stopped, turning to look at me. He smiled.

"You're the one Mr. Afton was talking about!"

"Dad?" I said, suprised he knew my father by name.

"That's a weird name." He said, cocking his head as I laughed.

"What did he say about me?" I asked as my laughter gained control.

"Well... Let me find it!" Helpy sat onto my desk, his eyes going blank for a few seconds before a very scratchy audio file began to play.

"Michael? C'mon, Henry, he is my son! You know I love him. He's got a big heart, a smart head, and he sure knows how to make a god damn ham sandwich."

"Of course you do, Will. But... That wasn't my question-?"

"I would gove my world for this kid to be happy and successful, that's why I'm making this little guy... I just want my boy to be happy..."

"William, I was saying w-"

The audio cut off, and Helpy returned to his normal state.

I felt a tear run down my cheek, followed by a waterfall.

"What's wrong, Little Afton?"

I smiled, gently picking up the tiny bear and holding him like a baby. Tears began to well again and I could hear my voice cracking.

"My dad would never say that to my face."

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Spring Bonnie could have stopped this but refused to

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"Shhh, shhh... It's okay, little ones!" The large yellow rabbit spoke in a whisper, taking nervous glances over it's shoulder. It held each of us in it's large paws, huddling close to it's chest. "I won't let him hurt you, I won't... I promise, okay? Shhh, he won't hear us in here..." It's green eyes were the only thing visible in the dark room.

I heard a boy next to me start to cry, and I felt the fur of the rabbit gently caressing the side of his head.

"I know you're in there, little ones." A loud and angry voice called from the other side of the door, followed by loud knocking. The knocking got louder and louder until it resorted to agressive bodyslamming and screaming. Another boy next to me screamed, the rabbit struggling to silence him.

The door was swung open, a large man stood there, the light if the hallway outlining his slender frame.

The rabbit suddenly stood in front of us, using it's body as a barrier between us and the man.

"Move." The man said, the axe in his hand glistening under the fluorescent lights.

The rabbit did not move.

"I said... Move..." The man said, louder this time.

The rabbit did not move.

The man sighed, pulling a small device from his pockets. It was a little controller, almost like the remote for the television in mommy and daddy's room.

The rabbit did not move, barely phased by the device.

The man shook his head and chuckled.

"Don't forget who made you." He said as he aimed the device at the rabbit.

The rabbit did not move.

The man clicked a large button on the controller, sending the rabbit toppling to the ground, it's fur standing on end.

"What did you do?" A little girl yelled from behind me.

"It's called a Controlled Shock, it keeps my good friends in their place... Beneath me."

The man stepped over the rabbit, it's eyes blank and it's body shivering. He looked at me, smiling as I stepped toward him, mirroring what the rabbit did.

"Awe, trying to protect them?" The man asked sarcastically.

I nodded.

He paused, lifting the axe over his head.

"Pity."

He swung.

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Sharp Hand Joe

Fandom: Joe Gaudet / Five Nights at Freddy's

Characters: Narrator, Joe Gaudet

TW: Weapons / Death Mention

From: https://pizzapartyprinting.com/products/sharp-hand-joe-t-shirt

In the middle of the night you hear loud scraping on your door and then suddenly it stops. "Mittens?" You say, expecting your feline friend to peek their head into your doorway. No reply, not even a meow. Strange. You slowly stand up from your bed, walking closer to the door. Placing your ear on the old and worn wood, you listen. It's quiet.

Suddenly, heavy breathing can be heard from the other side of your door, getting closer and more congested and whispered, as if an old man was just outside. A gentle knock on the door, the sound of metal hitting wood rings through your ears. The knocking stops.

"Well... My friend..." A soft and cracking voice whispers as a long set of claws opens the door, a large man blocking your way out. He holds his long, metallic claws in front of your face. He stops, silencing you with the glare of a million lost souls, hungry for freedom. The man leans closer, his torn and burnt face practically touching your ear. He whispers, a heavy Boston accent overcomes your senses. "It seems you have met a terrible, terrible demise."