Well, this was to be expected, hehe! Good morning, Clanmom! ^^
So, remember me and another anon's requests about Forneus with a Kitten!Reader? Well, this time I had an idea... What would happen when Aym and Baal reunite with their mother - and find out they have a younger kit as a sibling now? Would it be a sweet ending for all four of them, as a big family?
If headcannons are easier, then go ahead! I just found this to be a perfect opportunity for a "sort of ending" to the small Kitten!Reader storyline with Forneus! ^^
-👻🐝 admits he cried, fr fr
Aw yeah this was indeed expected!! Imma give them the best ending <333
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"Mama! The Sacred Lamb is here again!!"
"'tis alright, dear. Allow them a moment of rest. See if they're interested in any of our wares." You heard Forneus' voice call out from inside the caravan.
While she was busy putting together more trinkets to sell, you sat outside the little shop, having learned the ways of business thanks to her. You ensured the stack of gold nuggets were in a neat pile, and the gift box's red bow was perfectly placed.
Everything had to look perfect for your customers!
Today, you wondered what the Lamb was going to pick, as they were only permitted to choose one item for free.
However, when you saw them emerge from the clearing, your eyes wandered to the two floating brown-furred demons flanking either side of them. They were surrounded in a white glow, their yellow gazes sharp and piercing.
You were a bit familiar with many of the lesser demons they brought on their crusades. They took many forms: bows, hearts, blades, bombs...
But never the heads of felines.
Curious, you stood up and approached them respectfully. "B-Blessed Lamb...what demons are those?" You meekly asked, hands clasped together. "What do they do?"
The bearer of the Red Crown was about to respond to your inquiry, but then they saw Forneus emerge from the caravan and stopped. Instead, they whispered to you that they were "gifts" that your mother so dearly yearned for.
Although a little confused, you stepped aside so she could see them. You noted the demons' harsh stares softened significantly upon locking eyes with her--
And became a bit startled when she suddenly fell to her knees, as though knocked over by a strong gust of wind.
But there was not a breeze to be felt.
"A heart remembers..a mother shan't forget.." She muttered in astonishment, trails of tears already staining her face. Yet her smile was brighter than the sun. "O, generous fortune! Should I be dreaming, never allow me to wake!" She cried, holding her paws out. "Kit, fraction of my beating heart!"
One of the demons floated over to her, and in a puff of smoke it turned into a black cat adorned in white clothing. He wore a camelia flower upon his breast, and the warmest of smiles on his face.
'That...must be Baal..' You realized, watching as he hugged his mom, a single tear sliding down his cheek.
"Ah, Lamb! Praised Lamb! Blessed Lamb! My son returned, soul almost whole!" Forneus beamed in joy, looking to the other demon that remained beside Lamb, beckoning it over to her side.
And it did exactly that, turning into another black cat who wore red and black. He had some nicks in his ear, a scar running across one eye. Yet despite his scary appearance, he completely crumbled in the loving embrace of his mother, crying several tears of joy.
'And that's Aym.' You smiled sweetly, seeing that both of her biological sons have been returned to her.
This was a happy day, indeed. You had hoped to meet them sometime in your life..and here they were now.
After Forneus thanked Lamb by bestowing them with new relics to use on their journeys, they went on their way, wishing all of you the best. Although they never explained how exactly he managed to bring them back, it didn't matter.
She offered Aym a cookie to cheer him up, but just as he was about to take a bite...he noticed you standing there and blinked. "Mother, who is this?"
"Yes, who are they? Are they a kit you've taken in?" Baal questioned.
The air suddenly felt very heavy and tense as you just stared back at them, offering a nervous smile. Yet your heart was beating even faster than before.
Up until this very moment, you didn't even consider the fact that you were a complete stranger to them.
What did they think of you?
Did they see you as some random cat who tried taking their place in their mother's life?
If so, what was going to happen now?
"Fear not, my darling kits." Forneus soothed, hugging her sons close. "This is [y/n], whom I have fostered when I found them all alone in these harsh lands. My heart forever bled for you two when you hadn't returned...but they mended much of those wounds, keeping me company."
"...it's true." You spoke up, relieved that she defended you as you wrung your paws together anxiously. "She told me a lot about you guys. I know it seems strange, but please understand...I-I never tried to replace-"
"We understand." The brothers spoke in unison, smiling as they detached themselves from their mom and approached you.
"That blasted--erm...sacred Lamb.." Aym corrected himself. "..they brought us back, reminding us of many good virtues in the short time we've been in their cult. Understanding..forgiveness...charity...such foreign ideals I used to scorn. Yet here I feel...I can embrace them wholly again."
"I feel it, too." Baal chimed in, his smile never fading as he offered his paw to you. "How could we resent the one who helped our dear mother in our absence? We'd love to get to know you better....um.."
"[Y/n]." You felt your shoulders relax as you shook hands with him and Aym, grateful at their kindness.
Then, out of nowhere, Forneus swept all three of you into a loving embrace, squishing you against each other and her.
"What a blessed day this is! Such a blessed day! May we never part in this life nor the next!!" She cooed, with Aym groaning in embarrassment, Baal smiling bashfully, and you simply taking in this precious moment with your newfound brothers.
At last, this once severed family was made whole again.
*explodes with excitement* Okay, so I had a platonic Forneus x Kitten!Reader idea cookin' up in my head, and since you write for Forneus - even better!! 😈
I had a silly idea where in one of her trips, Forneus encounters a young kit (reader) lost in the woods, and because the kit reminds her of her own kits she decides to take them under her care!! They prolly warm up and call her "mom", which just warms her heart even further - pls, she needs happiness!! 😭
Could be headcannons, if it's easier to write! 😅
-👻🐝 wants Forneus to be happy!
It’s been a few months since Forneus surrendered her children to TOWW. The heartache forever remained, but lately she’s rediscovered reasons to live and go outside.
The Old Faith was sometimes a hostile place, though if you knew where to look and at what time, it could be beautiful and calm.
So she was wandering about, gathering materials to weave gifts for weary travelers. It was a business that she took up some time ago. While not many found her hideout and purchased things, that was fine with her.
‘Someday, the right buyer will come along.’ She promises herself.
She even bought a tarot card from Clauneck and found slabs of commandment stones to make her caravan shop more appealing.
During one of her trips to Darkwood, she stumbled across you--a small kit who looked scared and alone, likely cast out from one of the cults.
In an instant, Forneus’ heart melted.
Your sweet eyes and fluffy ears/tail reminded her of her own beloved kits...
How could she just leave you out here by yourself?
Although you’re wary of strangers, she entices you to come along with a sewn plushie, letting you keep it as she led you by the hand through the forest.
After reaching the safety of her home and getting settled in, you shyly tell her your name.
“Oh, that’s a lovely name..[y/n]..” She smiles warmly, cooking up a bowl of stew for you. “I’m Forneus. You can stay for as long as you want, dearie.”
“...could I stay forever?”
“Absolutely!”
“...a-and call you “mom”?”
For a moment, Forneus freezes mid-stir..and at first you think you said something wrong. Her abrupt silence worried you.
But then she turns to you with the warmest of smiles and scoops you up into her arms.
You’re instantly enveloped in the warmth of her flannel and fur, hugging her back. “S-Sorry. Of course you can.” She chuckles, tears in her voice. It made her so, so happy.
While it’s true that the void Aym and Baal left in her heart could never be filled, you raised her spirits.
And she vowed to raise you well, giving you as much love as she did her kits.
What if... This is a request, a silly one but... What if Michael had a sibling reader... Right? And that sibling was Michael's twin (born a few minutes after him).
Michael tried pushing them away after CC and Liz died, but after a long - very sad while, he decides spending time with his last alive sibling, even after he gets scooped?
It could be headcannons if that's easier, I just Want Michael to have at least one alive sibling to hold onto, and not be alone!!! He deserves a family!!! An alive one, even!!!!
-👻🐝 wants characters to be happy for once!! *starts crying*
Okay so I really expanded on this idea,,,like BIG time so enjoy this oneshot!
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1983
"Hey sis? Where's Mike?"
"Just follow the sound of his blubbering and you'll find out." Elizabeth huffed, not looking at you whatsoever as she stared straight into her mirror. She was focused on fixing her hair into pigtails; she used rosy-red lipstick to draw blush on her cheeks.
You've never seen her this obsessed with makeup.
But then again..this was a way she coped with the tragedy at Fredbear’s Family Diner.
A tragedy that befell your youngest brother Evan. He was “chomped” by the mascot bear after Michael shoved his head into his mouth as a cruel prank.
It was purely accidental--absolutely no one knew that was going to happen and he was wrought with guilt upon learning he died from his injuries.
Since Evan’s passing, though, Elizabeth had been nothing but cruel to him. She berated him and always managed to tie back everything he said or did to that awful day.
He didn’t pass her the hairbrush?
“If Evan was here, he would’ve done that for me right away!”
He suggested they go get ice cream together?
“Oh sure, let me ask Evan if he wants to join...oh wait, he’s gone so he can’t!”
Nine times out of ten, you had to be the mediator before they got into a serious argument. Your father was barely around anymore so you three were left to fend for yourselves most days.
There’s been times when Elizabeth mistook you for Michael and almost yelled at you in her anger. Either that or she would say “at least you’re only similar in appearance and not personality”.
Welp, it comes with the curse of being his twin.
Even out in public you were approached by people who once took their kids to the diner, asking if you’re “proud” of causing “The Bite”, as the incident was called.
Of course you had to point out you’re not him frequently.
God, if this is how they talked to you when mistaking you for him, then it’s no wonder he didn’t wanna go outside anymore. Everyone looked at and spoke about him with such scorn.
It hurts whenever they accidentally insulted you, even if they take back their remarks and apologize.
So today you decided to change that.
Dying your hair was something you’ve considered for a long time, even before this whole incident. William didn’t see why you needed to do that, though. In fact he objected to it, claiming you two being nearly “perfect twins” was something to be proud of.
But now? You didn’t care. You were a teen, damnit, and you should be able to express your individuality.
It’s not like he was around to stop you.
You were actually looking for Michael because you wanted his opinion on what color would look best on you. He deserved a say in the matter, too.
Following Elizabeth’s apathetic advice, you left her room and searched the house for him, eventually finding him in Evan’s room. Everything was already packed in boxes. Only a stripped mattress and an open bag of your late brother’s plushies remained.
You could see Michael clutching the headless Foxy and Fredbear, sobbing. The way he was curled up on the bed reminded you all-too-well of Evan, which made you realize just how truly sorry he was.
You didn’t think he was a monster. He wasn’t a murderer either.
“Mikey?” Gently knocking on the door, you alerted him to your presence. His sobs quieted down as he looked at you and put down the plushies, sniffling. “Can I come in?”
“..d-do whatever you want.”
“Okay.” You walked in and sat on the bed, unsure of what to talk about. On the floor you could see the smashed plastic Foxy mask he used to wear all the time. “I was just...thinking about making some changes. I was gonna dye my hair-”
“Because you don’t wanna look like the monster who murdered your little brother?”
“Wha...” You were taken aback, frowning at him. “No! That’s not what-”
“Cut the shit. We both know that’s what you meant. I get it..the rumors around town..people confusing you for me. I-I’m not mad about it.” New tears streaked down his face as he buried his hands in his hair. “I don’t blame you, [y/n]...I-I wouldn’t wanna be me either.”
“No, that’s really not what I meant at all. I would’ve done this even if that whole thing never happened. I think being twins is cool-”
“But it’s not anymore.” Sniffling, he shut his eyes as more sobs crept up his throat. “You’re getting hurt all because of what I did. S-Sometimes...I dream of those robots killing you..and s-saying I deserve it for making you suffer. They even say I should be in jail and I d-deserve to...to d-”
“That’s enough.”
Slowly opening his eyes, he felt your arms wrap around him, a gentle hand rubbing his back. He couldn’t understand why you’re doing this. You should’ve sided with Elizabeth and realized what a horrible person he was.
That he was a disgraceful member of the family that should be shunned by all.
That he was just like his father. Cold, uncaring, and murderous.
But no. You wanted to comfort him, even after you literally witnessed everything that happened that day. You’ve tried shielding Evan from his week of torment right up until Michael’s “friends” shoved you back when you tried getting in the way of that stupid prank.
Of course, you cried and were angry at him for a while. You had every right to be and for a few days you barely talked to him.
So for you to be this forgiving when he deserved the exact opposite was...difficult for him to understand.
He couldn’t understand any of it.
"Don’t say that. I’m not letting any of their words get me down. I just..wish they didn’t get you down, too, because none of them are true. You’re not a cold-blooded killer. You’re always gonna be my brother and my best friend, no matter what.”
That last sentence crumbled him completely, being just what he needed to hear from you..
The only sibling who didn’t hate him.
He melted into the hug, face buried into your shoulder as he began crying all over again. “Th-Thank you.” He whimpered. “Please don’t leave me..d-don’t push me away like Liz did..”
“Of course I won’t.” You kept rubbing his back, your eyes meeting the Fredbear plushie’s. He seemed to stare at you weirdly, though you didn’t think much of it and just comforted Michael the best you could.
“I won’t ever push you away, Mikey. I promise I’ll be here for you.”
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1985
‘I still can’t believe this..how does the same thing happen twice?!’
You stared at the crime scene tape stretched across Circus Baby’s Pizza World’s entrance, devastated.
Another tragedy struck your family.
This time Elizabeth was gone.
Today was the grand opening of the new restaurant, which your sister was most excited for given the star animatronic who was built just for her.
Though she was in a fairly sour mood after being told to stay away from her. It made sense considering what happened before, but things were different now so she didn’t think it was necessary. She trusted her dad’s robots to be much safer.
You and Michael were setting up the tables for the first birthday party that was scheduled later in the day when Elizabeth stormed in. She begged you two to convince your dad to let her see Baby up close.
Of course, neither of you wanted to deal with that. And Michael offered to go with her in case anything happened, but she just scowled at him.
“I think not. I don’t need to be watched! I deserve to see her myself!”
Of course, knowing her stubbornness, you both just decided to let her go. She was mature enough to make her own choices.
Who knew that choice would be her most fatal one?
Not even a few minutes later, you and Michael heard her loud scream and some kind of disgusting crunch sound.
Immediately you both rushed into the room and saw something absolutely horrific: Baby’s torso covered in blood, her blue eyes now glowing green as her limbs jerked and her mouth started moving on its own.
Everyone had to evacuate straight away, but the haunting sight was permanently etched into your minds.
Another animatronic malfunction.
Another dead sibling.
Same damn thing, just a different place.
Your dad insisted on covering up everything as a gas leak, getting the restaurant shutdown before it could properly see the light of day. It made you realize just how genuinely awful he was.
He cared more about saving his own skin than the fact he lost another child.
“I-I should’ve gone after her.”
You looked at Michael, seeing his face show that same exact guilt he held for Evan years ago. “No, no, no, Mike. Don’t go there. You are not blaming yourself for this again.” You told him. “It’s my fault, too-”
“But father specifically asked me to watch her! If she dies or gets hurt..i-it’s all on me, he said.” Tears filled up his eyes as he looked down at the ground, his chest tightening. “I-I knew how dangerous they could be and I was so stupid to let her go!”
“Wait..you knew the Funtimes were dangerous?”
Blinking, he looked up at you, realizing he accidentally slipped those words out. “I..w-well they’re brand new and we don’t know if all of the kinks have been worked out. The blueprints showed s-some weird functions but I swear I didn’t-”
“And you didn’t think to tell her that?!” You grew slightly more outraged the more he spoke. “You worked on these things with our dad and you didn’t think to warn our sister that they were unstable?!”
“She wouldn’t have listened to me anyway! It doesn’t matter!”
“It would’ve mattered! She might still be here if...if...!”
But you trailed off, seeing the look of despair on his face.
No..you couldn’t let him think all of this was his fault. Even if he did help construct some of the designs to make them safer for children.
“..if I had been more insistent, right? That’s what you wanted to say.” His shoulders slumped a bit.
“Michael..I should’ve insisted more, too. But I didn’t know...didn’t think those robots would be capable of doing that..” You shook your head. “I believe you..you couldn’t have known either. We can’t fight like this. Not when it’s only us two now.”
“I-If it comes down to one, though..I..I don’t think I can handle it.” He whispered, tears falling down his cheeks. “I can’t see you go through something like this.”
“What do you mean? Nothing’s gonna happen.” You stepped closer, but he took several steps back, acting as if you were covered in thorns.
Your heart sunk into the very pits of your stomach. “Michael..?”
“[Y/n]..y-you don’t know that. There’s a pattern..and I’m stopping it here. For your own safety, you need to stay far away from me.”
“Are you crazy?!” Tears started to prick your own eyes now. Why would he say something like that? After all you two have been through? ”C’mon, don’t do this to me. We can figure out something together I’m sure!”
However, he just shook his head, taking several more steps away from you. It was obvious he was hurting; he truly didn’t wanna do this.
Yet he felt like this was the only way he could protect you.
“N-No..together we only suffer. And it’s not gonna stop. I-I just..can’t take that risk. I can’t go through this all over again. Forgive me, [y/n].”
With that, he turned and ran away from the restaurant, leaving you devastated and feeling more alone than ever.
Now you lost another sibling.
Not to death, this time.
But it hurts just the same.
.............
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Michael literally felt like death itself as he trudged through a familiar neighborhood.
He felt especially horrendous after he was forced to vomit up that horrid animatronic amalgamation and watch their remains slither into the sewer.
That should have been the end of him, dying alone and rotting away on the sidewalk.
But then..he heard her voice.
“You won’t die”. She chanted in his mind, over and over and over again until he somehow regained the will to stand. He rose in a paranormal manner, disregarding the stares of terrified people hiding in their houses.
It seemed as though he was reborn again. With new life. With new purpose.
For some reason, she didn’t want him to die. Why is that?
In hopes of finding an answer to that question, he went back home and put on new clothes and fresh bandages, before setting off on his journey.
At first he believed his father was still out there somewhere.
Maybe that fire at Fazbear’s Fright wasn’t enough. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t rest yet...
Because that bastard was still running loose, acting like an immortal god caged in a rabbit suit.
He hated him so much. For all the neglect and pain he put him and his family through with those machines. Perhaps it’s his agony over what William has done that wouldn’t let him pass on.
But as Michael thought of his family, he thought of his siblings..
Including you.
Of course, how could he forget about you?
Even though he shouldn’t be able to feel emotion, he felt heavy guilt in his heart for how his last conversation with you went.
Ironic how he begged you not to push him away after Evan died...only for him to do exactly that to you after Elizabeth was gone. Looking back he felt stupid for doing that, but he made his choice, hoping it would spare you from the constant tragedies.
Now he wonders what became of you.
Did you forge a new identity for yourself? Move out of the state or country?
Neither of those would’ve surprised him. You probably despised the “Afton” family name as much as he did.
However there was the lingering fear that you died and went on to possess a robot anyway. He didn’t know. And that was his greatest fear..
Not knowing if you were alive, dead, or somewhere in between.
God he hopes you aren’t.
As he stumbled across the place where his old house once stood, he was surprised to see it had been renovated into a one-story.
Did another family move in? Hopefully they were a relatively normal one and not cursed.
With purple lanky fingers, he shakily pried open the mailbox--which had also been fixed up--and saw a bill or two addressed to you.
Your name was still the same.
You’ve been here all along.
Even when everyone in your family was gone, you chose to stay and live the rest of your days in your childhood home.
What bitter sentimentality.
He noticed your car parked in the driveway, and he decided to go knock on the door and see if you were there.
His mind was far too exhausted to figure out how he’ll explain everything to you. But he knew no apology would ever excuse his abandonment of you all those years ago.
All he can do was hope you’ll understand.
Dragging his feet to the door, Michael mustered the strength to knock several times. He felt so weak but was sure he’ll get used to this. Unfortunately his heavy jacket, pants, cap, and bandages weren’t going to completely hide his gaunt purple complexion.
At least you couldn’t see the stitches all across his body, with loose wires and small cables still protruding from the wounds.
Though you will see the eerie white glow of his eyes.
Hopefully you’ll recognize him by his hair somehow and won’t scream and slam the door on his face.
Because that’s the last thing he needed.
To be seen as a monster like all the kids in town called him in his teen years.
He pushed aside those dark memories as the door creaked open and he saw you, with that same hair dye he suggested to you, your brown roots showing. You were dressed as some guard, looking like you just came home from a shift.
How funny.
You ended up taking on the same profession he did.
Apparently it does run in the family.
“..hi..?” Your voice rings out with confusion at this strange purple man at your doorstep.
“Hi..” He managed to whisper, his eyes watering up.
That’s another thing he thought he lost: the ability to cry. He shed tears for his brother, sister, and monster of a father.
Now he gets to shed them for his twin sibling.
His only living human sibling.
The one he should’ve been there for all along.
Still not connecting the dots, you just stare at him, tilting your head. “Are you okay? Can I help you with anything?”
It took all of his willpower to not breakdown right there and then as he put his hand out. He bravely looked into your eyes, not wanting to hide from you like he did so many other people.
No more hiding for him.
All he wanted now was to spend time with you. Just like before.
If I had a nickel for every Shane fan that happened to be a mutual of mine, I'd have two nickels - which isn't a lot, but it's funny that it happened twice PFFT-
