Mar 24, 2017
I’ll never let go if this AU - Nitori needs love - Viktuuri is the loveliest couple and they would totally adopt him - They are perfect together, fite me
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I’ll never let go if this AU - Nitori needs love - Viktuuri is the loveliest couple and they would totally adopt him - They are perfect together, fite me
“Shh– No, no, don’t panic, love. You’re safe now.”
“No, no, no! Please, no!” She could see him, hear him, and could feel him getting closer. He was mocking her, with sugar-coated words. Pitch black hands rising from the darken corners of her vivid pink colored halls, seemingly draining the life out of everything they touch.
Then, the whispers.
Each voice rapidly fading in and out, trying to warn the child of the penalty of staying. But she couldn’t move, she was trapped. Once again, he had managed to trap her in a corner. She was trapped, with not so much as a window to throw herself out of. Anything that she had used before to wake her from this terror was out of reach, and with the door just behind him, it was no use. She knew all too well that it was locked.
No, not again. She couldn’t take it, frantically, she started searching for a way out. There had to be! With tears streaming down her face, she pulled and tore at any and everything in order to get away. She couldn’t stop fighting. She had to keep going.
Once she felt hands placed on her shoulders, she let out an ear splitting scream. She had been caught. However, this grip, it was gentle. Caring. Soon, she could hear a voice.
“S-safe…” She was safe? How, how could she be so sure? She knew if she does so much as turned around he would be there… wouldn’t he? No, Keyshia said that she was safe. She was always safe with Keyshia. She must be worried. It was time to wake up…
Closing her eyes, she tried to focus on Keyshia’s voice. She had to wake up, if nothing else, she had to show that she was okay. Soon, the echoing whispers, the taunting pet names and laughter faded.
“Safe… I’m safe?” The child murmured. She wasn’t dreaming anymore, she was back in the Waking world. No sooner did she awake, she buried her head into the others arms. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
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I’M GONNA TYPE AN IDEA I HAVE FOR THE ADOPTED!AU HERE REAL QUICK FOR MY OTHER BLOG SO I DON’T FORGET PLS IGNORE ME. What if when Richard turned 19 he came back to Freddy Fazbear’s for his birthday. But the animatronics aren’t working that day so to help the kids he recovers Springtrap from the back. And even though Jen warns him about being careful he accidentally doesn’t twist it enough so when it gets in it snaps. He panics and he screams so he’s on the ground just as she runs in. And he only survives like another ten seconds and no one can do anything but watch as he dies because it didn’t matter what you did he was stuck and wouldn’t have survived and when he returns as a spirit he completely breaks down sobbing because he’s sorry he should have listened he’s so so sorry and he simply is completely stuck in the restaurant in personal hell as he has to watch everyone either a. Move on with life without him or b. Everyone simply age and knowing some day they’d die and leave him alone and someday the pizzeria would be torn down and he’d be screwed and DON’T TOUCH ME RIGHT NOW I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS.
Adopted!AU {closed}
Igor didn't fit in with any of the other children, he was unusual. None of the other children wanted to play with him or draw with him so the small child was forced to play by himself. He didn't really talk to anyone either, just kept himself to himself which usually meant him drawing in the corner by himself. A few of the bigger kids had ripped up his drawings before, usually pictures of his parents (or what he remembered of them) and he was forced to draw them again. He only wished to have someone nice and kind and caring to look after him. He just wanted a mama or a papa or both.. Just so he could feel loved.