#afton reader

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A dance?

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In the Afton’d Reader AU, there’s a buncha small context things that make everyone’s descent, especially Sun and Moon’s, a lot sadder and maybe help it make more sense?

Example, Sun and Moon had to wait for MONTHS to see you again after the accident.

Their last image of you was you on a stretcher, surrounded by medics, covered in tears and so much blood, and the last they heard from you was your sobbing pleas of “wait, wait, I can’t go yet, don’t let them take my hands” as you were dragged away.

First you’re in the hospital, getting treatments and surgeries and spending days drifting in and out of a painful daze and then more surgeries and struggling to recover. Then you have to spend weeks upon weeks struggling through agonizing physical therapy, frustrated and scared and desperate. Then there’s more time where the doctors won’t clear you fit to be out in the world, ‘what if this, there could still be a chance of that, maybe x y z could still happen’ and on and on and on...

And this whole time Sun and Moon are completely in the dark about EVERYTHING. They ask the temporary daycare shift workers about you nearly every day, desperate for some kind of news about you, how you’re doing, when will you be back, ANY kind of update about you and your condition and if you miss them as much as they miss you. All of the answers they get are vague, at first just ‘what? Oh, yeah, I heard they’re in the hospital’ and little else, then eventually it devolves into ‘who? The old mechanic? I don’t know, I never heard about ‘em.’

And they keep waiting. They just know you’ll come back, you HAVE to, you were their wonderful darling starlight, their precious sunshine, and they were your charming nightlight, your sweet buttercup, you can’t have just abandoned them, you can’t have, you loved them too much.

There’s no way you were staying away on purpose. Maybe you just needed so much time to get all healed up and good as new! Maybe you HAD lost your hands and had to learn how to use prosthetics (they could’ve helped, if only they were there, they could help you learn and practice and they could have soothed the pain and wiped away your tears...). Maybe, as the days and weeks and months dragged on, maybe FazCo was keeping you away for some stupid, irrational, absolutely cruel reason.

And then you come back! They’ve never been so happy to see anyone and their processors fill with static and all of their wires feel tangled and messy and they know that if they could cry they would be sobbing with relief, with heartache, with love, and they hold onto you for hours, as tightly as they can without causing any discomfort, and whenever you need to step away or get up or leave they hold tighter, they don’t want to let you go, not ever ever ever again.

And they know that they would do anything to make sure they never had to lose you like that again. At first they know that that’s an irrational thought, that there will be things out of their control that may keep you away from them... but that only strengths the fear of losing you, the paranoia and the desperation to keep you closer, closer, closer.

They know they love you, and that you love them, and love means being together, indefinitely and infinitely.

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Sun and Moon are perfectly reasonable and sound of mind in the AftonAU, I swear

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pictures taken seconds before ur smothered by the kissingest robot in th known universe

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You're no stranger to intrusive thoughts. You've had your fair share of them before the accident of course, and now you like to think you've made your peace with them. Some had actually been helpful! After all, you think to yourself as you clean up, you'd be lying to yourself if you said this whole thing had been your plan from the beginning. So, no, you're no stranger to intrusive thoughts but this one gives you pause.

If children went missing, surely that would cripple the company. Another child related scandal? Enough that they couldn't cover it up?

You shrug it off. That's crazy. That would make you just like them. Wouldn't it?

Forgive me but your afton au lives in my brain rent free and I was thinking about maybe if reader was a little less vengeance and a little more vanny and this ficlet just forced itself out of me. Kind of an au of your au I suppose? Reader starts out like yours but the afton influence is subtly shifting their goals to align with his over time

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You're no stranger to intrusive thoughts. You've had your fair share of them before the accident of course, and now you like to think you've made your peace with them. Some had actually been helpful! After all, you think to yourself as you clean up one of your messes, you'd be lying to yourself if you said this whole thing had been your plan from the beginning. So, no, you're no stranger to intrusive thoughts but this one gives you pause.

If children went missing, surely that would cripple the company. Another child related scandal? Enough that they couldn't cover it up?

You shrug it off. That's crazy. That would make you just like them. Wouldn't it?

It's another few weeks when the thought returns. It's less sudden this time. You're watching Sun play with the children and you think of how easy it would be to separate one from the group. You drum your fingers stiffly against the security desk.

You… you supposed it could work. Between you and your boys you could keep the kids safe. Maybe set up a place down in the lower levels where you knew no one went. Where no one would look. It'd just be until the company crashed and burned. It'd be fine, you reasoned, the kids would be taken care of in the meantime. Their parents would worry but it'd be for the greater good. Wouldn't it?

When the thought comes again, you approach Sun and Moon with it. You've made no progress, you argue. You need to do something more drastic.

They almost seem to hesitate for a moment but as quick as it came, they were agreeing with you and offering their help. The three of you make a plan to test it out. There'd be no harm in that, you figure. You can always return the kid if things don't work out.

You find out it's far too easy to kidnap a child. You feel like you should feel bad. You don't. In fact, you almost feel… excited? That should worry you, but you shrug it off.

It'd be fine. After all, you're no stranger to intrusive thoughts.

Too bad you don't realize this one's not yours.

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NOW THIS,, THIS IS THE GOOD SHIT,,,,,,,,, this really do put the 'not' in 'it was, reality, not fine'