I made this some time back but these are my personal redesigns of Lily lovebraids, I love the current one but this is my interpretation of her. I always thought she’d fit in with a princess like theme.
This is just my interpretation and thoughts for her character in my mind, these headcanons are specifically before her death, some may not be accurate to your idea of Elizabeth but ignore that lol
- Sometimes she's called Ellie, Liz, or Bunbun by her family.
- Very curious about things, will sometimes ask questions a bit too directly.
- A big heart, she is nice to everyone around her.
- Loves the colors pink and red.
- Curly bouncy ginger hair.
- Clowns are something she loves alot. Any of her birthday parties must be clown related.
- Has a Mangle/toy foxy plushie from William since she wanted to match with Michael's Foxy plush. She'd call it 'Pretty Foxy' or 'Clown Foxy'.
- Was a mama's girl at first but started to lean to William as she grew older.
- A picky eater, it's a struggle to get her to finish her food sometimes. She's got a sweet tooth, preferring ice-cream often.
- Likes to draw alot. Sometimes she'd scribble her crayons on desks or walls but William made sure to stop that. Alot of her passion for art was influenced by Michael. If she's drawing anything on paper, she puts her full focus on it until she's done. She'd often ignore everyone during the process.
- Would occasionally take crying child's Fredbear plush and play doctor with it. He doesn't mind though, sometimes he likes to play along.
- Has a tendency to swing her legs nonstop if she's sitting anywhere.
Art piece I made last year for chapter 4. I really couldn't bear the sight of Kissy looking afraid back then so I added in Milkshake (oc) so she has someone to cling onto.
Yellow bear (Michael Afton/Schmidt x oc! one shot)
A/N: Hiya this is a short one shot fic based on my canon x oc ship. Please keep in mind my writing is not perfect, English isn't my first language and I haven't written fanfics in a while! Also this is my version of Michael Afton/Schmidt and fnaf in general so it may differ from how you would potray him
Art by: opulenttreestump on instagram <3
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11:30pm
Sarah fumbled with the door keys for a minute before locking it shut behind her. Back again for another night shift at the creepy restaurant, Freddy Fazbear’s pizza. She has already grown used to the paranormal activities and the bloodthirsty mascots after working there. The woman moved swiftly towards the office in the nearly pitch-black restaurant. There was no need for a flashlight, as the only source of light was coming from the office itself. Sarah shot a glance at the animatronics for barely a second before strolling down the west hall.
She walked into the slightly cramped little office, her eyes wandering around the room. It remained just as it usually was. Lit up with a single light source, disorganized papers, the old desk fan that continues to whirr away loudly, a bit of dust and some posters on the wall. Sarah’s eyes landed on her coworker who also happened to be her partner. He was slumped on the table, napping away peacefully. She let out a sigh before taking her security jacket off and placing it on her chair.
“Hey.. Mike. C’mon wake up now, the shift will start soon.” The woman leaned down at the sleeping man and poked his face, before sliding a lock of brunette hair out of his face. Mike grumbled softly in response.
“Ten more minutes…” said Mike as he turned his face away from Sarah, which prompted a chuckle out of her.
“Ten more minutes and it’ll be 12am by then.” said Sarah, lying a little.
Mike suddenly sat up, wide awake from hearing what she said.
“TEN MORE–?!” he gasped as he looked down at his watch before calming down. He let out a groan.
“Sarah… you gave me a heart attack ughhh! It's only an hour left.” he sighed out before laying his head down onto the messy desk again. Sarah couldn't help but burst into fits of giggles. Mike took his security cap and covered his face.
“Well you have to be on guard when our shift is so close to starting. The animatronics are getting a little unpredictable more often. Freddy especially.” Sarah responds before sitting down on the old swivel chair. She rolled closer to the desk, taking a look at the fuzzy security feed on the computers.
“Dont you take a nap at least before the shift starts?” Asked Mike, shifting his head to look at the screen in front of him. She shrugged in response.
“Well I do, just not in the office right before the shift starts. Besides, I've got work at the evening show from 6:30pm to 9pm ” she retorts before leaning back in her swivel chair, which made a low squeak from being bent backwards. Mike hummed in response, remembering her other job as a show girl. Sarah looked away from the tired security guard and moved her gaze up to the office ceiling. There wasn't much to do until the shift started. Maybe bringing in a book would have helped to kill some boredom in the office.
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It didn't take too long for their night-shift to start. An atmosphere of dread hung over the restaurant every time the clock strikes twelve. Neither Mike nor Sarah can't ever get used to this foreboding feeling that washes over them every night, though keeping each other company helped them to cope.
Sarah kept her eyes on the security feed, switching back from the main stage, to the party room and to the pirate cove, before returning back to the main stage again. Surprisingly Chica had stepped off stage first, rather than Bonnie. She couldn't help but raise her brow at this unusual pattern, but she decided to brush it off. The rabbit had started to move as well, standing menacingly in the party room. By then, Chica had retreated into her one and only favorite place.. the kitchen.
Mike leaned back in his chair, taking up the responsibilities of managing the lights and the emergency doors. His ear caught the familiar noises of the yellow mascot rummaging through the kitchen. Mike glanced at the screen for a moment and grumbled quietly, remembering how the management refused to fix up the camera for the kitchen.
“Foxy is quite shy tonight isn't he?” Sarah chirped, looking at the pirate cove. It has been a while yet the worn down fox mascot hasn't even peeked out of his starry curtains even once. He continued to hide in the shadows, refusing to face the camera with his usual broken down silver eyes. It looked as if no one was behind those old stage curtains.
“And I'd much rather he stays that way. Stupid fox. Maybe he's finally ‘out of order’ now.” retorts the tired security guard in a gruff voice, rather thankful that the two wouldn't have to deal with the old pirate just yet. He held on to a bit of hope that Foxy would never even try to come out to bash on emergency doors and drain the limited battery power.
The sounds of thumping echoed softly down the hallway. Sounds like Bonnie was making his way towards the office slowly. Mike's ears picked up quickly, he had gotten so used to the noises around him that he didn't even need Sarah to tell him where the blue mascot was. Though he did not bother to push the crimson door button just yet. He’s learnt the usual routine to not waste power unless the animatronics were far too close.
As usual, Freddy stood where he originally was onstage, the solo singer stayed as still as a statue, staring into the pitch black party room. One could almost forget that Freddy was just as alive as the rest of his band mates.
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3:30am
Click, click, click.
As Sarah continued to switch through cameras, her eyes wandered down to the limited battery. Some of the power had already been drained down, though sustainable enough to last for three more hours thankfully. Freddy still remained where he was, Foxy finally started to peek out of his curtains. Bonnie and Chica remained troublesome in the usual way. Thankfully the duo were now far from the office.
Sarah sighed as she rubbed her eyes. Mike took notice immediately and rolled his chair closer to her.
“Hey, need some rest?” Mike asked out of concern as he rubbed her back. Sarah shook her head, not wanting to leave him to do all the work.
She looked at him with a soft smile before looking down at his name tag, which read ‘Mike Schmidt’.
“Ya know Mikey. I still can't get used to your new surname. Schmidt is an interesting choice.” Sarah commented. Mike glanced down at his tag.
“I'd be out of my mind to keep the ‘Afton’ name with me after everything that pathetic excuse of a father has done. I've always liked my mother's surname better really.” he chuckled. “I wouldn't mind taking your last name.” He added with a playful grin. Sarah looked back at him in surprise.
“Oh my god you little-!” She playfully pinched his cheeks as she got embarrassed. Mike laughed at her reaction from being teased.
Their bonding time lasted only for a moment before being interrupted by a strange noise from the kitchen. The two sat up in alarm. Chica seemed to be in the kitchen but it wasn't the usual noises of kitchenware cluttering nor the occasional festive jingle that played. Rather, it sounded like a distant radio noise.
“You hear that too don't you?” Said Sarah, switching to the kitchen camera. Although the video feed was not there, the audio still worked perfectly.
Mike frowned as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. His heart started racing, as he listened closely to the fuzzy static sounds. As he listened closely, his ears started to pick up the warbled voice of a man speaking. Although it was hard to make out what exactly he was saying he could hear the voice of someone familiar in the strange radio noise. It almost sounded like the phone calls that he had received from the deceased senior.
Sarah decided to not waste time on the kitchen camera and looked at the rest of the cameras. Her eyes widened in confusion upon seeing the stage. Freddy was staring at the camera, his eyes glowing in an intimidating fashion. But that wasn't the main concern as he had done this before. He looked like he was breathing. Just like a living creature. Soon enough the camera feed cut off briefly before switching back on, followed by hollow laughter.
“Freddy’s on the move!” She exclaimed. Mike decided to stand from his chair to make the task easier to handle the doors and light as quickly as possible. The tall man felt his heartbeat quicken from hearing the laughter. Something sounded wrong, yet rang a bell in his mind.
The more Freddy laughed, the lower and deeper his voice got. It echoed everywhere, it was starting to get hard to understand exactly where he was as it sounded like he was everywhere all at once. Sarah flicked through the cameras frantically, checking on Foxy and keeping track of Freddy. She huffed in anger as the cameras kept glitching for some reason, making it harder for her to do the job. Something in her gut was telling her that there might have been a paranormal interference that was not from the usual five spirits that dwelled in the pizzeria.
Mike paused for a moment as the memories flooded back. The laughter.. he had heard it back in the 80s. After Evan's death. In his nightmares and in his own head. All he kept hearing was the tormenting laughter from Fredbear. He felt light headed and stayed in place, as if he was glued onto the floor.
The laughter got louder and louder with every passing second. He felt like the same teenager again.
“Mike behind you!!” yelled Sarah, snapping him out of his trance. She ran towards the door, shoving Mike in the process before pressing the right door button. A fist banged on the bulletproof glass. Although the hallway lights were off, the bit of light from the office revealed a brown mascot figure, indicating who it was. His eyes shone with malice as he continued to laugh in the horrible tone.
Mike staggered back in shock before cursing to himself.
“Fuck! I'm sorry-!! I-I don't know what came over me!” He exclaimed, feeling a lump in his throat. He curled his shaky hands into a fist as an attempt to pull himself together. Sarah looked back at him for a moment before returning to focus on the cameras.
“Dont dwell on it Mikey, you're alive and that's all that matters. Just focus please!” She shot back, flickering to the pirate cove. Foxy was staring right at the camera now.
He nodded in response, setting aside the situation for now. The bear’s laughter continued to echo everywhere. It went on endlessly as if to despair the two of them of any hope. Mike couldn't understand why this was happening. Sure the animatronics had displayed some odd behavior, but this was out of control.
“Where's.. everyone else?” Sarah's shaky voice interrupted his train of thoughts. She switched from camera to camera. Foxy was gone, yet there were no sounds of footsteps incoming. Bonnie and Chica were nowhere to be seen. And worst of all, Freddy himself was gone too. However there was one mascot on the stage that the two were familiar with. A yellow-golden mascot that would appear and vanish into thin air every now and then.
The two stared at the screen in bewilderment. Upon closer look, this wasn't the same Golden Freddy they usually saw. Mike felt his blood run cold as alarm bells rang in his mind. Standing on the old stage was a monstrous and grotesque version of him. He was far larger than the other animatronics, rows of sharp metallic teeth, claws, and even what seemed to be teeth on his stomach, were visible on camera. All he wore was a vibrant purple tie and a hat which contrasted against the matted, torn yellowish-brown fur with two buttons on his torso. It was hardly a children's mascot now, rather something straight out of a horror movie. As if it were a hungry predator, the creature had its deep crimson gaze fixated on the camera for a moment before the screen flickered.
Mike decided to stand up and shut both of the emergency doors. Sarah stood up from her seat.
“Mike! Since when was there a Freddy suit like that?! What's going on?!” She exclaimed, horrified at the situation that was happening. The man stared at the screen before responding.
“I-I don't know, okay! This has never-” he stumbled on his words, overwhelmed and terrified, before he slumped down on the floor. His heart wouldn’t stop beating from the overwhelming fear, he swore it might burst out of his chest at any second now. Sarah stared at him with a mix of concern and confusion on her face before checking the battery power. It was at 11%, and with both doors shut, it was draining faster, though she didn't want to open the doors. She stumbled back and decided to sit down next to him as well, with a dazed expression.
The laughter just continued to go on forever, almost as if to mock the two and torture their minds. None of them could think logically on how to deal with the bizarre situation at hand. Was this finally their end? Their last night? What were they going to do against it?
Sarah looked at the terrified, shaky Mike next to her, who was doing everything in his power to keep himself together. She opened her mouth to say something but she couldn't get a word out from being interrupted by something else.
Ding dong, ding dong.
The bell finally rang, indicating the end of their shift. The laughter vanished immediately, and the doors opened automatically. The sounds of footsteps were heard. It was the animatronics themselves, finally returning from God knows where, and getting back into their respective positions.
Sarah and Mike felt their shoulders go loose from releasing tension. The situation felt unreal, almost like they just woke up from a bad dream. The two sat on the floor in silence for what seemed to be a few minutes before staring at each other.
“What the fuck.” Mike blurted out.
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7:00am
The couple lay in bed, barely able to sleep, despite feeling exhausted. No one could blame them really after all the hellish chaos they endured not too long ago. They couldn't just sleep and drift into dreamland so peacefully as if they did not just face the most terrifying spiritual experience at the pizzeria. Sarah had decided to sleep at his house as neither of them wanted to stay apart from each other after that night.
Mike was behind Sarah, with his arms wrapped around her, spooning her. His grip was gentle yet firm, he was too nervous to let go of her, as she was the only one who could settle him down with ease with just her presence. Sarah stayed in her spot, feeling a bit comforted by the warmth of his body heat and his presence. A silence filled the air, the only thing that was making any noise was the sound of the air conditioning unit, softly blowing its cold air. She sighed, realizing since the two of them wouldn't be able to sleep for a while, they might as well have a conversation.
“I have so many questions.” said Sarah, breaking the silence in the room. Mike shifted his arms and let out a grunt in response. She adjusted her body, turning around to face him properly.
“What the hell was that? What happened to..Golden Freddy? Fredbear? Whatever, it doesn't matter- he looked horrifying. I can't lie, seeing him rang a bell in my head but I don't exactly remember what it was..” she continued as she stared at Mike. He grunted again in response, though Sarah didn't mind. The man was worn out from staying up late at night and dealing with the events that happened a few hours ago.
The two laid in silence again, processing their train of thoughts. Sarah’s mind wandered around the thoughts of that strange looking Golden Freddy. She has always been sensitive to spirits, often seeing some of them when most people couldn't. In fact she immediately sensed the wandering souls of the five children from the moment she saw that filthy pizzeria. It was what led to her to start working there after all. However, from the recent events, Sarah swore that she had sensed a sixth presence showing itself, rather than the usual spirit she always sensed around the eerie gold mascot.
Suddenly a lightbulb went off in her head, as she remembered something. Sarah stood up from the bed, pulling away from Mike’s grasp, which resulted in a grumble from him. She rummaged through the drawer in his bedside table, looking for something. Mike shot her a confused yet exhausted look, wondering what she was doing all of a sudden.
“Doll, whatcha looking for?” asked Mike, moving his body closer to check in the drawer that Sarah had her hands in.
“Where’s the security logbook you got on your first day? I know you have it somewhere in your room– ah-hah!” Sarah pulled out a worn out book with the Fazbear logo on it, from the depths of the drawer. Mike lifted his messy head up to look at it.
“That old thing? I don't know why I haven't thrown it into the bin, I haven't any use for that. Why do you need it? Trying to look through what I've written in there now?” asked Mike before letting his head fall back into the pillow. Sarah sat back onto the bed and opened the logbook, flipping through the old pages that had some of Mike’s own handwriting and little artwork in red ink.
“Are you looking for a drawing I've done there? I've got plenty in my sketchbook… which I haven't bothered to pick up for a week.” Mike yawned as he looked at his desk at the other side of his room before looking back up at his partner. Sarah didn't respond, she just continued to flip through the pages before finally pausing and landing on a specific page. Her finger landed at the right side corner of a carefully drawn doodle.
“There. This is who we saw didn't we? You said you always had dreams about a ‘monster’ or ‘nightmare’ Fredbear as a teenager.” asked Sarah. Mike lifted up his head in interest to see what she was talking about. Looking at the doodle, he was now a bit more alert. In crimson ink, it was a doodle of the monstrous version of Fredbear that they had just seen before. The same one that tormented them on their nightshift and drained the two of them of all hope.
The same creature that had tormented him after Evan’s death, as a reminder of his own mistakes.
“Yeah. That's him. Shit.. I remember him now.” said Mike, his voice starting to shake from the stress that began to build up… again. Sarah looked at him with a somewhat sad expression as she was aware of the nightmares he had long before. She turned her gaze back at the page. Her suspicions of a sixth entity started to make more sense now. She leaned back on the pillow and thought for a moment.
“Call me crazy, but I think there's two spirits using Fredbear as a vessel. The main one being the one of the children from the missing children’s incident, and then… your little brother.” The tone of her voice quietened down at the last part, knowing how touchy the subject can be for not just him, but for Sarah herself, as Evan was also someone she cared about back when she was a teenager too. Upon the mention of his deceased brother, Mike felt his eyes water slightly, his vision slightly blurring. Though he blinked it away, tired of sitting through days and nights of crying tears of guilt from the haunting memories. He let out a quiet exhale before looking at Sarah, who was looking at him with a sorry expression, knowing that he was holding back tears.
“Everything about the franchise, from the animatronics to its ghastly creator has always been crazy. So whatever you're saying right now can be true.” he acknowledged her. “I’ve always assumed this nightmare Fredbear in my dreams was Evan’s way of taking revenge on me back then. Rightfully deserved. But is this him coming back to torture me again? Why now.. After so long? Why did he stop before?” asked Mike, his bluish-turquoise eyes looking back at the ink doodle of Fredbear. Sarah shrugged in response as she closed the old logbook and laid it down on the blanket.
“If he suddenly started to return from a dormant state instead of consistently haunting you, I believe Evan is attempting to communicate with you. But remember.. Fredbear is controlled by a much more hostile spirit, one of the five victims that went missing.” She dropped the book back into his bedside drawer before continuing.
“Haven't you noticed that despite everything, the laughing and the animatronics vanishing, he hasn't even tried to teleport or come any closer to the office? Usually Golden Freddy would immediately appear in our office, even with both the doors shut.” She finished her statement.
Mike paused for a moment, thinking through what she said properly. It started to make sense. Though he couldn't wrap his mind around the thought of Evan trying to reach out to him. There was no way Evan had let go of his rightful hatred towards his older brother. At the best, maybe his little brother had something to say, and had either set aside the hostility for now or perhaps had feelings of indifference. Mike internally scowled at the latter, even if he had improved as a person, he couldn't help but have absolutely no hope of Evan reducing down his grudge in any way.
“So what are you saying? Is Evan and that other kid fighting over the wheel?” asked Mike. Sarah nodded with a hum.
“Possibly that. I wouldn't know if this is truly the case but we do know for a fact that Evan is trying to come back to you. Maybe he really has an important reason to do so.” She sighed before laying back down on the soft bed. The two of them moved closer to each other, snuggling up underneath the blankets. Both of them felt sleepiness finally wash over them slowly after talking things out. It almost felt as if a weight was lifted off their backs. Although not completely especially for Mike, it was at least enough relief for them to finally get some shut eye.
Mike squeezed his arms gently around Sarah’s smaller frame, forever grateful that he had a partner like her. As Sarah hugged him back as well, she smiled softly, feeling comforted by his grip. She felt like she could almost forget the scary events from before, since Mike was there to comfort her at any time. The tired woman nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck and closed her eyes.
“Thank you..” Mike mumbled under his breath, before dozing into a deep sleep. Sarah would have said something back, but she had fallen asleep as well. Silence filled the room for good, as the sun continued to rise in the morning.
Teen versions of them, first one is 1983 the second is 1987.
Incase you're wondering no they aren't together here yet. Michael doooes like her, she's just oblivious. They get together some years later.
Originally doodled the first one cus I wanted to test some new fits on teen Sarah, but I'm not exactly a big fan of the red top on her. I still love the drawing as a whole tho. Plus it doesn't feel very... 80s gahahahah
