"Every part of him was now a stranger, and he felt like a kid crying for his father to find him and restore familiarity to this foreign world, to take him home."
God, chapter 42 had me thinking about it non-stop for DAYS. The psychological horror was on another level and as I suspected, there was yet again humour entangled within such tragedy. His breakdown by the end of the chapter had me tearing up, it's the result of everything this poor character has been through.
If you are a Five Nights at Freddy's enjoyer, I cannot recommend this fanfic enough. It's quite literally just angst content basically from chapter 6 onwards, it's a really good read and I quite literally have never seen so many people comment massive paragraphs on a fanfic EVER. I also usually fall off fanfiction quite easily, but I've stayed for the two years it's been updating for.
FANFIC: All For Me by PandoraOlivine: AO3 (Archive of our own)
Michael is finally taking the time to put Baby back together. After she's mostly finished, Baby surprises him with her curiosity and her advancements.
This fanfic has mentions of death (Michael's, William's and Elizabeth's) and references to PTSD. If you're sensitive to that subject, it is quite short and takes place while he's looking at the scooper.
As well, this fanfic prompt was suggested by another anonymous user. I hope you enjoy despite the slight dark themes! Although, this is FNAF...So...it's bound to happen.
Michael had calmly waited for the elevator ride to finish before walking out of the elevator with one of the boxes of scrap metal he had collected. Looking around for a moment, his eyes came across a hand truck in the corner of the building. That would be perfect for transporting! Michael placed the box onto the hand truck, and wheeled it over to the elevator. When it opened, Michael wheeled it in and placed all 7 of the boxes of metal parts onto the hand truck. Then in one quick trip, Michael brought everything further into the building. The best part was that it wasnât that hard to push! If only he had this thing upstairs. Trying to open up the elevator while holding heavy boxes filled with metal thatâll slice you open, had quickly proven to be quite difficult earlier.
Michael walked a different way into the Pizza World rooms so that he didnât have to try and crawl the hand truck through the tiny vents. He soon made it back to a storage spot that hadnât been locked. Michael wheeled the stuff into it and decided to use this as his work station. Michael left the stuff inside the storage room and walked over to where the scooping room was.
He opened the door, and shivered at the look of the scooper. It was still a little stained with his own blood. The organs were gone, but you could tell something had happened in this room. Michael bit his lip as he felt the huge gaping hole that had been scooped into his gut. That scooper hurt terribly. Though the nerves were pretty much destroyed in the incident, he could still remember the phantom pain of the scooper hitting his intestines. How he wasnât dead from physical trauma or even the internal bleeding, he will never know.
As Michael walked around the scooper to get to Babyâs body, he could feel himself disassociating and flashing back to the scooping incident over and over again in his head. The beeping...the impact...the pain, and the redness that filled his eyes just before he blacked out from trauma. It felt like he was hearing the beeping all over again. And he thought he had seen the scooper move a little bit. He tried to convince himself it didnât actually move, and it was just his imagination. But his head was telling him to RUN!
Michael suddenly felt the back of his foot stop against something, making him lose his footing. Michael came crashing down onto the animatronic parts, making an ear-ringing metallic crash. It felt like 8 separate symbols had smashed almost at the same time! And the sound physically HURT. Michael groaned as his ears slowly stopped ringing. Moving and opening his jaw seemed to help a little. Michael got himself back up with help from the wall, and looked around for Circus Babyâs upper body. He couldnât see it with the other animatronics. So where was it?
Michael took some time to look around, and soon found Babyâs head without the hair. It was hidden in the far corner of the scooping room on top of a maintenance desk. On top of that, Michael found more parts of Baby: her middle chest piece with the red sleeves, the fan that belonged in her belly, her full red skirt, and one of her hands without the plate covering. It looked like a black skeleton claw without the plates covering it. Using the legs and an arm from Funtime Foxy, Michael started bringing the supplies one by one to the storage closet to start working on putting Baby back together bit by bit. On top of that, Michael started collecting tons of wires from the other animatronics and putting them into a pile. With a few rolls of electrical tape at his disposal, heâd be able to make the wires longer.
Michael started off with the neck, chest and arms. Michael grabbed a voice box from Balloraâs chest and placed it into Baby. With that in place, Michael placed Baby onto the desk and placed the arm down beside it as well. He put the flashlight into his mouth and removed the chest plates from Circus Baby to replace the fan. But a strong smell emitted from Baby. It made Michael wince in disgust. If he still had a stomach, he probably wouldâve thrown up. But Michael continued anyway until he accessed a storage unit of some sort.
This sent Michael mixed feelings. He knew his father was capable of murder and kidnapping, which made the storage tank all the less surprising. But...is this where the smell is coming from? Michael grabbed a metal cutter and attempted to open it. But when he couldnât, he looked around for an easy access opening. Thankfully, there was one. Michael opened it up and foundâŠ
A red bow in the bottom of the storage unit.
Michael sighed as he grabbed the bow and put it into his pocket. He knew exactly whoâs bow it was: Elizabethâs. Michael removed the containment unit from Babyâs body and threw it out the window. No more murder. No more kidnaps. Williamâs murderous tendencies can end with him. Next, Michael found a metal claw thing that had been hidden inside Baby. He removed it, pulled it out and got a better look at it. Hmm...I wonder what this was used for?
With some time and patience, Michael soon got the upper part of her body done. But it wasnât without its complications. The Foxy arm that Michael had planned to use for Baby, had a separate attachment option than Babyâs arm. This had annoyed him to no end. But the moment he looked at the leftover claw, Michael started to experiment with it. Could the claw be used as another hand option? With a little tweaking and wiring, it could! Even though it looked like something even more murderous than his fatherâs blueprint plans, it did make Baby look more complete.
Michael soon laid the upper body down on the desk and started attaching the legs. Funnily enough, the legs were similarly reattachable just like Babyâs legs. Though Foxyâs legs looked more slim than Babyâs did. Baby had some thick legs. But with the new set up and the arms (kinda), the legs seemed to look anatomically correct. So, Michael connected them and stood Circus Baby back up.
It was...not as pretty as it started out. Well duh...It most likely wasnât gonna be as nice-looking. The nice-looking one was also a secret killer. At least it actually looks like it commits murders. Michael started up the Servos motor, and watched as the animatronic quickly came back to life. Circus Baby lifted its body, opened its eyes wider and started moving its hand and arms around.
âHello! Welcome to Circus Babyâs Pizza world. Are you ready for the show? I can sing, I can dance, I can even make you ice cream.â Baby greeted.
âHello again Baby.â Michael greeted with a smile.
Baby moved her left hand up to her chin. âDo I know you?â She asked.
Michael nodded. âI worked here a week ago. Eggs Benedict, as Handunit called me.â Michael explained.
Baby held her hands in front of her belly, and tilted her head to the side with a smile. âWelcome back Mr. Afton.â
Michaelâs eyes widened. How-
âI recognize you now. Youâre much too big to fit in my storage tank. You must be fully grown.â Baby told him.
Michael bit his lip and awkwardly nodded. Thank goodness for that. âDo...Do you know my name?â Michael asked.
âYouâre the first born son of Afton. He talked about you while he was building me. He didnât know I was aware at the time.â Circus Baby explained.
Michael nodded and started to detach the chest again. Michael grabbed some wires and started connecting them to Circus Babyâs neck. âThatâs funny. My father barely noticed me, and was too embarrassed to talk about me.â Michael admitted.
Baby looked at Michael as he weaved the wires into the chest and replaced them. âWhat are you doing to me?â Baby asked.
âFixing you as best I can.â Michael replied.
âWhere is Mr. Afton?â Baby asked.
âHeâŠâ Michael sighed as he removed a faulty wire. âHe died a decade ago. He got into a wearable animatronic, andâŠâ Michael made a raspberry sound and did a âcut the throatâ signal to represent death.
âOh.â Baby replied. âIâm sorry to hear that.â
Michael guffawed and snorted at those words. Baby quickly lifted her head up to look at him in worry. Michaelâs smile dropped as he saw Babyâs facial expression. âSorry. He...did some really bad things. So: it was a relief to hear he died. He deserved his death.â Michael explained.
Baby looked down, looking really sad. âI did something bad once.â Baby admitted.
Michael nodded. âI know, I know. You tried to give a little girl ice cream, and you ended up killing her.â Michael added.
âI didnât know I would do that. I didnât know my ice cream would be used to kill a child.â Baby admitted.
Michael placed his hands onto her shoulders and looked her in the eyes. âI know that. And itâs okay. You were created by an evil man who killed children with his bare hands. You are not to blame for what happened to Elizabeth.â Michael told her.
Baby tilted her head. â...Elizabeth?â
Michael nodded. âYup. Her name was Elizabeth.â he explained. He looked down a little. âShe was my sister.â
Baby looked down, hung her head and dropped her tiny pigtail connectors. âIâm sorry.â
Michael smiled empathetically and lifted her chin a little with his hand. âItâs okay. You remind me of her a lot.â He admitted. âJust...with no british accent.â Michael said with a chuckle.
Baby looked at him more and smiled.
âNow: I need to keep wiring you up and replacing any faulty wires. Youâre kind of a mess right now, Baby.â Michael told her as he started connecting a wire to her neck.
âOkay. Iâll try to stay still Mr. Afto-â Baby stopped herself. She looked at Michael for clarification.
Michael chuckled and connected another wire. âCall me Michael.â
Michael took a break from all the wiring in the body, and decided to spend some time turning black wires and different-colored tube parts into makeshift pigtails for her. When he filled in the face with layered orange and yellow bangs, Michael put together a pony by wrapping another black wire around the start of both pigtails. After the pigtails and the bangs were complete, Michael returned to fixing the wires on her body. But when Michael worked on her neck, Baby began struggling to stay still.
âMichael, your hands feel strange against my neck.â Baby admitted.
âFeel...strangeâŠ?â Michael repeated slowly. He brought his hand up to Babyâs neck and touched it. âLike this?â
Baby smiled and tilted her head to the side the hand was on. âYes!â
âYou...You can feel something?â Michael asked, moving his hand to the front of her neck. Baby quickly pushed his hand away with her hand and...let out a quiet little giggle. It was hard to hear, but Michael was just able to catch it.
Michael decided to ignore it for now, and started weaving a few wires through the chest. That didnât seem to cause a reaction. But as soon as the other side of the wire reached her side, Baby started wiggling and smiling a little wider. Michael looked up at Baby just once, and quickly started spidering his fingers up and down the left white side cover.
Babyâs reaction was immediate! She closed her eyes as she let out a squeal! She quickly leaned over and covered up her side with her arms. âHeeheehee!...â Baby opened her eyes and looked down in confusion. âItâs making me laugh.â Baby looked up at Michael.
Michael was looking at her with wide eyes and a dropped jaw. Her laughter was...really innocent-sounding! And it reminded him a little of his motherâs laugh. âI...Wow!â Michael immediately ran back up and started tickling the side again. âDo you actually feel this?â
Baby closed her eyes and started giggling again. As her hands moved around to cover up her sides, Michael snuck around and started attacking them from behind. This caused Baby to squeal again and bounce around on the spot! âHEHEHEhehehe! Mihihichahahael! Ihihihi dohohonât uhuhunderstahahahand!â Baby told him, shaking her head as she giggled.
âThis is gonna sound nutsâŠâ Michael paused for a moment and held his forehead. âBut so far, you have the same ticklish spots as Elizabeth.â Michael finished.
Baby had her back to Michael while holding her sides a few feet in front of him. Curious, Baby turned her head around 180 degrees to look at him again. âReally?â Baby asked, turning the rest of her body 180 degrees to match her headâs direction.
Michael widened his eyes at the super wrong head contortion, but soon walked back up to her. âYeah! Her sides,â Michael poked her sides and watched as Baby jumped and threw her pigtails up.
âHer neck,â Michael gave both sides of Babyâs neck a little tickle. Baby giggled and started laughing as well while bouncing on the spot and waving her head back and forth.
âAnd her hips!â Michael went for the orange pieces at the bottom right before Babyâs skirt, and gave them both a squeeze. To Michaelâs surprise, Baby leaped a good 3 feet into the air and thankfully, landed on both her feet! But the moment Michael so much as touched her orange âhipsâ again, Baby flopped backwards onto the ground like she had lost all the muscles in her legs.
Michael had bursted out laughing at Babyâs funny-looking fall. Baby had gotten herself back up onto her feet, and looked at Michael with growing curiosity in her eyes. âDo you have this same feeling?â Baby walked up to Michael and attempted to give his side a poke. While the finger touched the shirt, the shirt seemed to sink in, revealing something unusual about his body shape. Baby was about to lift up Michaelâs shirt to see why his body was so thin, but Michael pushed her hand away and tucked his shirt in again. âNo touching my lower body.â Michael ordered. He waved his hands up and down from the bottom ribs to the hips. âAll of this is a no touch zone.â Michael told her.
Baby nodded in understanding, and proceeded to poke his ribs instead. Michael jumped and yelped, quickly realizing what she was doing. He tried stepping back to get away, but it didnât take long for another yelp to leave Michaelâs mouth as he discovered: He had backed himself into a wall! Baby smiled, opened her big claw hand and placed it around him! This caused Michael to get stuck in between the claw and somewhat pinned against the wall.
âI want to see if you jump and giggle when I poke you.â Baby told him casually.
Michael tried to get himself through the claw, but the claw spikes would scratch against his arms and dig into the already-dying skin. So he was forced to attempt escapes while she tickled him out of pure curiosity.
Baby started off poking his different ribs. Michael would yelp and jump with each and every poke, trying his hardest not to satisfy her. But the longer that she poked and scratched the ribs, the more his instincts would betray him. Soon, Baby would tilt her head at the look of a wobbly smile growing on his face. âYou do grow happy when I poke your endoskeleton.â Baby reacted with a smile.
Next, Baby tried tickling his neck. Michael squealed super high-pitched and shook his head all over the place. Then, things got even worse when Baby remembered how Michael had squeezed her! Baby had started imitating the squeezing motion, which was making Michael sweat in fear and anticipation. Finally, after about 3 minutes of squeezing the air, Baby moved her hand to the ribs and gave them a squeeze.
âeeEEEEEHEHEHEHEHE! STAHAHAHAHA!â Michael bursted out laughing almost instantly!
Baby was impressed! âYou sound like youâre having fun.â Baby told him as she continued squeezing and poking his ribs.
âIHIHIHIHI- BAHAHAHABYYYYYY! STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIâM WAHAHAY TOO-TIHIHICKLIHIHISH!â Michael shouted loudly.
Baby stopped squeezing and leaned her body ahead a little. âWhat did you say?â She asked.
Michaelâs laughter fell right to giggles the moment she stopped tickling. âIhi...I said...Stop Iâm way too ticklish.â Michael replied.
Baby straightened her back and tilted her head to the right side. âWhat is ticklish?â
Michael let out a few laughs and widened his smile a little. âIhitâs...something I havenât experienced in years.â He replied. âItâs...what I was doing to you. Tickling you, to be specific. Tickle is a noun meaning to touch someone in a spot that makes them laugh.â Michael explained. âE...Elizabeth...I tickled her a lot...especially as a toddler.â Michael explained.
âOoh. So this-â Elizabeth gave his ribs another squeeze, âis tickling.â Baby asked.
Michael squeaked yet again and bursted out laughing again. âYEHEHEHES, TIHICKLIHIHING, FEHEHEHEELS LIHIHIKE IHIT, YEHEHEAH!â Michael replied, nodding his head.
Baby smiled and continued to squeeze his ribs. âIâm tickling you. Iâm giving you a tickle squeeze.â Baby said out loud as she tickled him.
âOHOHOKAHAHAY, YOHOHOU CAHAHAN STAHAHAP NOHOHOW!â Michael tried to order.
Baby tilted her head and lowered her pigtails. âBut why would I stop? Youâre enjoying yourself the way children enjoy ice cream, or balloons. Youâre laughing.â Baby told him.
Michael didnât really want to admit it, but she had a point. He was actually enjoying himself. The years of not being touched properly, were starting to really get to him. And this random act of touch, was making up for all the years of lacking love. It felt...nice.
âOHOHOKAHAHAY. YOHOHOU- YOHOHOUâRE RIHIHIGHT. IHIHI LIHIHIKE THIHIHIS. YOHOHOU WIHIHIN.â Michael finally gave up.
Baby raised her pigtails and practically beamed upon hearing those words. âYouâre rightâ! âYou winâ! She was right! She actually won! Baby placed Michael down and clapped her metal hand and claw together excitedly. âI won! I won! I won I won I won!â She declared.
Baby quickly pulled out a few balloons from another little storage unit, and started blowing up balloons with her fingers. Then, she tied them together and added string to them. Michael watched the funny celebration reaction as he got himself up off the floor. Then, to Michaelâs surprise:
Baby handed him the tied bouquet of balloons. âHere.â
Michael looked at the balloons, in which the strings had been tied together near the bottom. Michael smiled and happily took the balloons.
...Only for him to tie it onto a dresser knob and squeeze Babyâs hips again.
Baby squealed yet again, and flopped backwards onto the ground, holding her hips. This time, Michael took advantage of the girl down and climbed on, to continue tickling her hips and sides. Baby was now a mess of childish laughter and cute little giggles. And thankfully, Michael never got a claw to the face! Who knew that putting Baby back together would be one of the best things to ever happen to him?
