I love Murder Drones, I love FNAF, and I really love DCA reader inserts so why not squish them all up together?
This AU is still in super early stages and I have a feeling that SOTM is gonna influence it heavily so I probably won't do much with it until I've seen a couple play-throughs of the game in April.
Warnings: mentions of weed, reader is definitely unphased by the whole ghost kids controlling animatronics things, i'm sorry i just had to, i've watched that fucking movie over six times now, it's a disease, i don't understand why i'm being pulled back into my fnaf days, more to come most likely, piereced!reader
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Summary: You train Mike in being a Fazbear Security Guard.
Susie
Mike didn't really know what to expect for this security job. Mr. Raglan said the owner was sentimental and that was why the place hadn't been demolished yet.
At least he would be paid. The first night he wouldn't even be alone either. There would be someone to train him on the night shift. A veteran Fazbear security guard that has been working there for a little more than a year. A record, Raglan exclaimed in reverence.
What kind of person would work at such a shitty job for that long? Must be as desperate as he was for employment. Beggars really couldn't be choosers.
Making sure Abby was set with Max, Mike made sure to show up at least fifteen minutes before his shift started. When he tries for the front door, there are chains that prevent him from opening it.
"Around the corner."
He jumps at the tired voice. You slump your shoulder against the corner of the building and watch him. "You'll want to enter from the backdoor." You offer him a wan smile. Underneath your heavy 'security' jacket was a metal band t-shirt. Piercings line the curve of both of your ears, studs and rings alike. A weary shadow is cast under your eyes.
You hold your hand out to him in introduction. "Nice to meet you Mike."
When he grabs your hand to shake he finds it shockingly cold.
Mike follows you as you give him the grand tour of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria. The main stage held three, tall animatronics. A smaller cove, you explained, housed the animatronic known as 'Foxy'. A spare closet room housed crumpled, metal forms in various stages of disassemble. More than anything in the restaurant that was the one room that really had Mike's skin crawling. Something about it didn't feel right.
Every step you take, Mike notices something bobbing along your leg. Initially he thought it was your flashlight but you held it in your hand. When you entered the lit security room, Mike finally realizes it's a large taser hanging from your utility belt.
You catch his eying and show him the taser. "I'll leave this with you for tonight."
Incredulously holding it in his hand, he feels it's heavy weight. "Is this really necessary?"
"You never know who you'll encounter here at night. Could be an aggressive tweeker or something. . . worse." Your voice trails off. "Keep it on you at all times. Trust me."
Wearily you rub at your eyes and collapse into one of the computer chairs in the security room while Mike takes the other. He leans back against the chair's weak support. You were scheduled to stay and help Mike the rest of the night shift. Then tomorrow night you'd finally be able to get some relatively good sleep. You've been awake for far too long. Feeling rather shitty, you grab for you bag of Red Vines to fill the dullness. There was little possible the Fazbear gang would act up tonight. They stayed quiet when it was someone's first night. Like they were trying to feel out the new security guard. You gave them a talk before Mike had shown up.
Really, it was Bonnie and Carl that you were worried about the most. They were particularly aggressive and wouldn't hesitate to take a chunk out of the new guy.
Eyes leisurely moving to check the cameras just to be on the safe side.
Vanessa told you that Mike wasn't allowed to know the truth. Her father instructed the both of you that much via phone call. Plus after having worked there for some time now, you knew better. William Afton wasn't someone you wanted to disobey.
But it ate away at you. The longer you were around him, the more guilty you felt for not screaming 'Run! Get out of here and don't come back!'
Many other night shift security guards have come and gone; either quitting or being killed by the animatronics. Only you have been able to survive past your fifth night.
You had an advantage though that the others didn't. One that made them more docile around you.
"Hey, if you want to leave early then go ahead." Mike says out of nowhere after some time basking in the silence. "I think I got it."
You shake your head. "I need the hours." His offer was tempting. They were shitty hours with even shittier pay but any little bit helped. Just enough so you could afford to go to college. Receive a degree and maybe get out of your little town.
That answer didn't seem to be the one he was looking for as he anxiously runs his tongue over his lower lip in contemplation.
Eyebrow arching, you tilt your head in puzzlement. He made it obvious he wanted you gone. You felt like you should take offense to that. Maybe you came off as too uncaring. Positive it wasn't your body odor. While your dietary needs were lacking you made an effort to be as hygienic as you could. When you work double shifts (which is often) you tend to sleep in your car. It worked out fairly well when you put down your back seat and cushion the bottom.
Nowadays Freddy Fazbear's felt more like a home than your actual apartment.
Mike just slumps in his chair.
"You'll be in for a long night if you don't at least bring something as entertainment."
"What do you do?" He asks after a moment.
You open up your backpack and show him the overstuffed contents, including a strong stench of marijuana.
Word searches. Crossword puzzles. An embroidery hoop with plastic bag of different colored threads. Two books. Mike could see the stitching of your backpack beginning to tear. He pulls out what he thought was a notebook but it was actually a Mad Libs. At that he glances up at you.
You shrug. You couldn't just tell him that the animatronics loved them. He wouldn't understand.
Placing your backpack back onto the floor, you go back to your licorice.
"You're allowed to smoke this here?" He gestures with his head to where you kept your weed supply kit.
"'Course not but you really think the boss stops here to check? I've never met the guy. Just spoken with him over the phone." You zip up your bag and push it under the desk.
Now Mike is staring suspiciously at you. "And you don't fall asleep?"
It makes you roll your eyes. "Relax newbie. Besides checking the cameras frequently, this job is a breeze. And believe it or not, when I'm high, I'm incredibly productive. I wouldn't recommend you taking drugs during your shift though. You're still new. At least get a hang of things before you start fucking off."
You couldn't help but add "Also- if any of them give you trouble, just tell them that you know me."
His brows furrow. "Them?"
He wouldn't believe you even if you told him everything. What sane person would?
Sighing, you reach into your jacket pocket for the playing cards you had. "You know how to play 'War'?"
also yes i headcanon roxy to be latina. what r u gonna do about it
Anyways sorry for not being active. That Will Change. probably.
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Roxy, to Y/N: You're starting to forget your Spanish. You don't practice.
Y/N: Lo siento. Estoy embarazada.
Roxy: You just told me you're pregnant.
Freddy: Congratulations Y/N, you're glowing!
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Y/N to the Glamrocks: Okay everyone! Do you guys see this paper? Well there’s nothing on it yet but there will be
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*Y/N, Freddy, and Gregory all in a car*
Y/N: Did you know that even with seatbelts people die all the time in car crashes? I thought that was interesting
Freddy: why would you say that
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Moon: I’m basically normal if you really don’t think about it
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Glitchtrap to Y/N: Don’t listen to them babe just keep opening more tabs in your browser
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Sun: Let’s do our secret handshake! *kisses Y/N on the lips*
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Child: Why does Mx. Y/N call you baby girl?
Daycare Attendant: how about we stop talking for a while
FNAF SB Headcanons: Sun and Moon & Reader who is going through a breakup
I'm back at it again with posts that are relevant and topical to my life :') These are all platonic btw
Sun
Even if you don't show your emotions very much, Sun immediately knows something is wrong.
You're not sure if Sun would even understand breakups, but to your surprise they do.
"I sometimes little ones who are very very best friends! But then, one day, one just... stops. The other is always so sad and angry and confused. Is that what it's like?"
Sun will not let you wallow in sadness. He gives you meaningless tasks to keep you busy.
Sun turns his clinginess up to 12 (it was previously set to 11). He will constantly bombard you with requests to color with him. Sun is determined to show you that you are not alone...ever.
He will hug you tightly for as long and as often as you permit him to.
Moon
Moon understands the isolation you feel perfectly.
"There have always been kids who were frightened of me. It... hurts. I still care for them, but I know... I can't be with them"
You could be curled up crying in the most remote corner, and Moon would still find you.
He brings you gifts, especially sweet foods. You are starting to suspect that he steals cupcakes from kid's birthday parties.
He becomes just as clingy as Sun, but from a distance. If you start crying, a tissue will mysteriously drop from the ceiling. He skuttles away before you can spot him.
Other mysterious falling items include: cans of FizzyFaz, plushies (of Moon), a blanket, and, after losing his grip, Moon himself. Mystery solved.
