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Requests are OPEN!
What I will write: NSFW, reader inserts (glamrocks, OG animatronics, vanessa, and sun/moon x reader) HCs, one shots and matchups (I pair you with a character)
I prefer gender neutral readers but I can specify if requested!
Oops, fixed the issue where asks were off!
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Hello, I really love your work and I don't know if this got through coz the request were off by mistake but I don't know your doing yandere but I'm wondering cuz it doesn't say it the request thing so I'm wondering if you can do yandere glamrock freddy and once again just wondering
Sure! Just drop a writing request
Hello, I am a big fan of your work, especially blue streaks! And I'm wondering if you can do yandere Og Freddy, you've done yandere before, but you didn't mention it in your request requirements. Or whatever you call them, so I'm just wondering if your could do it
Yandere is probably one of my favorites to write. There's so much potential. This took a while since I'm under severe writer's block, sorry bout that!
"It's been so hard to love you from the shadows."
You're kicking, thrashing in the ironclad hold of an unseen figure. In the heat of the moment, you have no clue what's happening, only that something is wrong and you need to escape. In the end, you are left with bruised legs and muffled screams.
"Please don't struggle, you could get injured."
One thought circulates over and over in your head: Is this how I die?
Unfortunately, life is not so kind. A cold object obscures your vision. There is only darkness, pain, and adrenaline. You can feel the breath pouring out of you faster than it's going in. Any longer, and you might faint. Your screaming ceases, but you try to grip onto anything or anyone. There is nothing even remotely helpful around you. Only smooth metal and air. The grip around you adjusts so you can no longer move your forearms. Just the tips of your fingers wiggle uselessly. Everything is going numb.
Why?
Oblivion takes over.
When you wake, nothing is fuzzy. You are gifted with sharp clarity and it is the most crushing despair in your life. There is not a soul around. The room is padded with colorful foam. An insane amount of Freddy Fazbear merch is meticulously placed around you. Your kidnapper left you on what appears to be several Freddy Beanbags stitched into a sleeping mat without copious blankets and plushies on top.
The air vent is heavily locked with chains and padlocks. When you peer through the bars, you can vaguely see another grate with what looks like a combination lock. Weird. How did they get that to work? You try to trace the edges for a loose screw or something. It's a fruitless effort.
There's not a wall socket in sight. Just an overhead light that belongs in a doctor's office. There's no way you can reach it, and there's nothing you can throw to break it. You do notice a rather plain-looking clock, though. You should have been home already.
With nothing better to do, you sit on the pseudo-mattress and put your back in the corner. From here, you can see the door. It drives you mad, so you resort to sorting the plushies, throwing them at the vent, and stacking them to reach the light. You only end up falling on your ass instead. What you don't mean to do is fall into a fitful sleep after sitting, bored, for several hours. Your shitty sleep schedule has reclaimed your consciousness once again.
You automatically know that you're not alone when you next wake. It's in the air, carried across the room and nestling in your raised hair and panicked inhale. When falling asleep, you'd passed out while leaning against the wall. Now, you're curled on your side and tucked in. It freaks you out.
"I'm sorry if the decorations are not to your liking. Unfortunately, my options are limited. Are you hungry?"
With a clearer head- one that's not held captive- you know the voice. Freddy Fucking Fazbear. There's no way this is a prank. There's hardly any human staff in this building. A coding error, likely. "Hey, Freddy, are you feeling okay? Do you need me to walk you down to Sarts and Services?"
He doesn't move from his position in front of the closed door. "I am quite alright, but thank you for your concern. Are you hungry?"
"No," you lie. "Why am I here, Freddy?" You're hanging onto your patience with a thread.
"It‘s for your own safety. You're too delicate, you need my protection."
You scoff and consider how long you can stave off a nervous breakdown. "I'm an adult, Freddy. I pay bills and have a life."
Freddy smiles sadly. It's freaky, the updates that have been added since you were hired. Smoother motions, updated AI, and a lighter chassis. Now? You miss the old Freddy who gave you zebra-printed bandaids and gift shop coupons so you could buy a new jacket when your old one got nicked by some sticky-fingered brat.
This Freddy is not the one you know. Best to make that distinction clear to yourself in case things get.... hairy.
"It'll be better here, I promise. No silly worries! Why don't I go get you something to eat? If you're good, I can get you a fazwatch. Then you can always reach me!" Freddy claps his hands as if you've just agreed to play laser tag. And then he's gone, clad in only his limited edition denim jacket and pure denial.
Silently, you scoop several plushies up and attempt to cover yourself entirely with them. They do nothing to help you feel less exposed.
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Blue Streaks part 3🔵
(Glamrock Freddy x GN! Reader)
Gregory's birthday rolls around two days later. Luckily, it's landed on a Saturday this year.
True to your word, the both of you arrive at the pizzaplex. The two of you have your pictures taken and receive photo passes, as well as VIP birthday passes.
The overworked teenager at the counter even hands your brother a sparkly birthday hat. It's a bit small, but he still snaps it on. You're glad he hasn't reached the "I'm too old for this" stage yet. A part of you wants him to forever hold onto joy.
You give Gregory some cash to load onto a card at the arcade. He promises to keep you posted through his fazwatch, as well as the emergency phone in his back pocket. It's an older phone of yours that doesn't work very well, other than calling and texting. The storage is abysmal but it serves it's purpose.
While your brother is busy, you use the map to guide the trek to the party room with bags in tow. You bop along to the tunes playing over the speakers, which seemimgly is everywhere in the plex, and set up the decorations. Gregory's really into animals, lately, so you decorate accordingly.
Underwater themed streamers, bear plates, and lion printed cups litter the party room. The company had already supplied table covers, presumably washable ones. You recognize Roxanne wolf and Monty Gator on the table you'd privately dubbed "The Kid Table." On the other one, you set down a stack of plates, cups, and napkins for the adult guests to figure out.
You find a kiosk in the corner. It lights up with a press. So THIS is how you order pizza for the party room! You follow the instructions on screen and set a time for the delivery. It should arrive riiiight when the party starts.
A parent messages you telling you they'll be a little late. No biggie. After a short call with Gregory, to make sure he's okay, you rest for a moment on one of the plastic seats. A little uncomfortable, but not terrible.
Now you wait.
Hi, can I ask for a monty x pregnant reader? (I know it's impossible but pretend it's possible )
I took a bit of creative license and set this in an AU I'm working on. If you've seen Detroi:t become human, then you'll get where I'm getting at.
Growing Pains 🟢 Monty X Pregnant reader (no pronouns used)
"Ugh. Monty, my feet huuuuurt," you groan.
"Aw. C'mere, sweet pea." He pats his leg, the joints of his hands clicking pleasantly. You could listen to him move for forever.
You take the invitation and plop onto his lap. He's wearing a soft set of sweatpants today. The kind you know feel like heaven, since you've stolen it once or twice. Monty has a picture of one of said occasions on his phone.
"You're doin' great," Monty coos. He soothes your back with a large hand. The silicone is warm and gentle. "Would a bath help? How 'bout some lotion? Or maybe a nap?"
"Just hold me please," you mumble into his chest. He chuckles, and you can feel it rumble.
Monty is a wonderful guy, and you know he'll do his dang best for you and the little one. Throughout the entire pregnancy so far, he's been right there with you, downloading information packets on caretaking and more.
You couldn't be happier about the animatronic revolution. Without it, you wouldn't have your sweet gator.
I used a story generator and I am WHEEZIBG
Two Intelligent Uncles Laughing to the Beat
A Short Story
by Shatterflowerdemon
MC was thinking about Monty again. Monty was a forgetful Rugged with spiky hair and smooth hand.
MC walked over to the window and reflected on her calming surroundings. She had always loved dark Pizzaplex with its greasy, graceful golf course. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel delighted.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a forgetful figure of Monty .
MC gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an incredible, splendid, Monty Mix drinker with tall hair and sharp hand. Her friends saw her as a faithful, foolish friendly. Once, she had even helped an average kid cross the road.
But not even an incredible person who had once helped an average kid cross the road, was prepared for what Monty had in store today.
The damp teased like smiling gator, making MC relaxed. MC grabbed a giant golf club that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As MC stepped outside and Monty came closer, she could see the hilarious glint in his eye.
Monty gazed with the affection of 3456 brave stinky snake. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want hug."
MC looked back, even more relaxed and still fingering the giant golf club. "Monty, let's move in together," she replied.
They looked at each other with relaxed feelings, like two foolish, filthy frog golfing at a very peculiar tournament, which had swamp sounds music playing in the background and two intelligent uncles laughing to the beat.
MC regarded Monty's spiky hair and smooth hand. "I feel the same way!" revealed MC with a delighted grin.
Monty looked anxious, his emotions blushing like a greasy, glamorous golf ball.
Then Monty came inside for a nice drink of Monty Mix.
THE END
A lil too honest 🟢
Monty Gator X Gender Neutral Reader
"There are words for people like you, y'know," you smirk up at Monty. The two of you are errr... as close to chest-to-chest as you'll get, considering the height difference.
"Oh puh-lease," Monty rolls his eyes behind his glasses. "Skip the lil song and dance of pathetic denial and just admit you love me."
You sigh and roll your shoulders. "Yeah, yeah, I love you soooo much that I just wanna wrap you up in a blanket fresh from the dryer and watch shitty Adam Sandlers movies with you."
Monty's head jerks, throwing his glasses a little too far down his snout. "Wait... really?"
"Oh. uhm. Yeah. Got to go. Bye." You shove your work hat down across your brow and practically run away. Monty is left in the dust, his maw gaping in shock.
"Close your snapper, lizard. Ugh, you guys are dorks," Roxy comments from the side. She'd been stretched out on a lounger nearby, and witnessed the entire thing.
"What does it mean?!" Monty cries, clutching at his head with both hands. He's bent over, eyes flicking back in forth in confusion.
Poor boy. You don't come back in for work until Monday.
do you see this shit my liege
I'm almost at 100 followers. What should I do to celebrate? I'm thinking a raffle of some sort, if enough people are interested. If not, I'll just pick a few of the suggestions!
I write for any sort of fnaf characters, but especially those in Security Breach! Requesting another part of something already posted works too. Nsfw, gore etc is allowed!
Window To The Soul 🟢
Soulmate AU Monty X Reader
https://archiveofourown.org/works/36446599
Word count: 728
Completed
Shopping drabble 🟢
Monty X Reader
"uh, ma'am-"
You wince, but the sound of Monty's loud steps coming towards your back helps you relax. You'd just wanted to use the changing room....
"Cuse me?" Monty rasps. The steading weight on your shoulder keys you into Monty's hand curling around it. "There an issue?"
"No," the woman says shakily. She looks like she's about to piss herself. You choke down a laugh. "Uh. I'll just-" and then she shuffles away.
You sigh in relief when she's gone. "Thanks, Monts."
"Anytime. Now, show me what you picked out."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I wrote a Monty X Gender Neutral Reader oneshot. Set in my care manager AU, but you don't have to know about it to read this!
This doodle is inspiring a drabble I'm working on. I want to explore what I think happened to Monty
(quality butchered by Tumblr. Rip)
I really enjoyed your yandere monty drabble. Would love to see it fleshed out or the same premise with the other animatronics. keep up the good work man 👍
Funny that you mention it! I have thought about doing yandere Freddy and Vanny before, and there will be a second part to Monty's....
Thank you so much for the ask btw. My inbox is dryer than Monty's forehead 😩
Requests are OPEN!
What I will write: NSFW, reader inserts (glamrocks, OG animatronics, vanessa, and sun/moon x reader) HCs, one shots and matchups (I pair you with a character)
I prefer gender neutral readers but I can specify if requested!
Oops, fixed the issue where asks were off!
Anon asks are now turned on ✨
Caught
Yandere Monty x Reader part 1
"Monty, what.." your heart hammers in your chest, "what is this?"
Monty is silent and calm. His figure is in shadow, the light coming from the open door not even casting a rim light on his large form. You can see the outline of his shoulders relaxing.
You'd just wanted to see if he was okay. Chica had said that he'd been acting... off. Since their show finished, you figured he'd be in his room. With the windows tinted, it's hard to communicate with Monty. So you'd knocked on his door, and then used your Manager's ID to open the door.
It was dark. So dark. You'd pulled your phone out and turned on the flash. His room had clearly been destroyed, with fresh slashed along the walls. You were looking around, taking stock of the damage, when you found the collection.
Everything clicked in a horrifying way when you'd seen the piles of objects you'd realized had been missing. Just as you lifted one of your combs, the door had slid open.
Turning around revealed the last person you needed to be seen by. You'd dropped like comb as if it had burned you. The shame of being caught crawled up your spine like a spider.
All you could feel was his heavy presence, and the sensation of being swallowed by shame and horror.
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