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Hiding in a blanket fort and thinking about your past
Gregory doodle!!!!! (⌯' ▾ '⌯)
(i need to draw in this style more often tbh)
Chapter 1 is out!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Heyo, Chapter one of my FnafDCA fanfic is finally out after nearly a month! Please give it a read if you can!
Summary: "It's been a long time since Y/N has had a job, thankfully they came across an opportunity to work at Superstar Daycare. Slowly but surely, mysteries about the origins of their job begin to emerge, was the daycare apart of something bigger? An unexpected relationship blooms between Y/N and the Daycare Attendant, and they'll eventually discover something very unique and special about themselves..."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
DO YOU GUYS REMEMBER MY SAD CHICKEN STORY
GUESS WHO ELSE IS SAD NOW
Hey love! Saw you were requesting and thought I’d send one in. May I have headcanons of y/n being Gregory’s biological parent and taking in the animatronics to live with them after the whole vanny fiasco?
This was definitely a bit rushed and I almost didn't get this out today. I've been very "Mentally tired lately" but Still I hope you enjoy!
I got some angst potential after the van ending and mr hippo replaces Freddy Monty goes out to look for him because he wants his favorite Boy Scout back not the annoying hippo who won’t shut the fuck up.
Monty said "fuck it, I'm out" and dipped.
He needs his golden retriever himbo boyfriend back
Baby Mike jumped out of Caretaker Freddy's stomach hatch dressed up like spring trap. "I am Spwing Twap, heaw me woaw!" He cried, smiling up at his alternate universe father.
William kneeled down to the little alternate of Michael. The illusion disk displays his old human form. "You like that suit? I do too." He smiled. He could tell it was his son that came out of Freddy. Contrary to belief, he did care about his children and loved them very much. The key word being "his". Other people's were a different story. He needed remnant and they were the best and most effective way to get it.
If a Michael is young was running around, then shouldn't a version of him or his wife be near by? The thought hit him and immediately he became concerned. "Oh great and scary Spring Trap?!" He started dramatically. "Do you know where your parents are?" He asked before realizing that the boy might not see a different between him and his own father... well too late now, let's see how badly he confused the boy.
A version of SpringTrap shuffles along, limping like he wasn't used to walking in the suit yet. Upon closer inspection, one would find that the decaying body inside the old spring bonnie suit was smaller than it should be, almost like a teenager was trapped inside rather than an adult. Slowly and creakily looking up, the animatronic eyes met the face of someone he recognized. "Wil-William." He spoke, the voice glitching as it struggled to speak. "C-C-C-Come t-t-t-t-to see y-your son suffer-suffer more?" The voice sounding earily similar to Michael's voice after the unfortunate bute of '83 that claimed his younger brother's life.
William stared for several long minutes trying to process what he was seeing. "Michael? Is that you son?" He asked taking a few steps towards his poor boy. Spring Bonnie too big for a young teenage Michael and his movements would have easily triggered the springlocks if the poor condition of the suit hadn't simply failed on it's own.
"God Michael... Is there not a single universe were you don't end up in such a state?" He sighed before deactivating the illusion disk and making his way over to his son. "How long have you been wearing it? I'll see if I can remove the locks. That will at least lessen the pain but chances are your body is fused with the suit and I'll have to modify it to fit you better." William stated as if he fussing over his son trying to wear a business suit of his that would merely need to be tailored to a smaller body. It was the sort of fussing care a teenage Michael would be unused to, at least in his universe.