Wrote a rlly short one abt Jimmy :3 only 500 words! It abt the fnaf 4 minigame where cc gets locked in his room
It's really hard to write anything concrete about it because lore in this part of the original story is very foggy and uncertain. Which is upsetting cuz i want to write more about Jimmy, Lizzie, and Martyn Afton but its hard to write abt them when i have literally no idea wat da hell is going on 😭 im just writing this based on the theories I personally like and also. Erm. Vibes
Jimmy was taught many things.
He was taught that the sky is blue and that apples are red, that you smile when you're happy and cry when you're sad.
He was taught how to write his own name, important dates to remember (like his birthday), and to differentiate what he likes and dislikes.
Jimmy found that he likes a lot of things. He likes cakes, music, and watching TV.
He likes Lizzie's long hair, he likes his mom's lullabies, he likes his dad's jokes, he likes the plushies his dad gave to him.
He likes Grian's stories, he likes Mr. Emily's drawings, he likes the sight of birds taking a wash in their water fountain.
He likes it when Martyn carries him when he sprains his legs, or when he buys him ice cream, or plays video games with him.
He dislikes it when Martyn locks him in his room.
Jimmy tried to wipe the tears away from his eyes, hiccuping between sobs.
The sounds of Martyn's laughter taunting him as the older boy knocked on his door, reminding him of the fact that he wouldn't be able to open it.
Jimmy stared at the blurry visage of his friend Canary sitting innocently on his bed. The plushie's fur curled in just the right angle for it to look like his eyes were downturned—a sad expression.
“What did he do this time?” His friend seemed to ask him.
In the haze of his tears, Jimmy could see one of Canary's wings slightly shifting—pointing to the direction of his locked door.
“He locked you in your room again.”
It's true. And he hates it. He hates being trapped like a bird in a cage.
“Don't be scared.” Canary seemed to say, head tilted in a way that can be interpreted as smiling. “I am here with you.”
What his friend said comforted him a little. He hates being alone the most.
He cleared the embarrassing snot running down from his nose, reminding himself that his friends are here with him.
Dragging his knees against the checkered floor, he slowly approached his friends piled in the corner.
The silly cat, the pretty unicorn, the menacing wolf, and also Mr. raccoon who had unfortunately lost his head in an accident. Including the canary, everybody was there.
But still, the sight of his friends didn't seem to make the uncomfortable beating of his chest completely disappear. Maybe they had even made it worse.
If he closed his eyes, it was as if Mr. unicorn suddenly grew many sharp teeth, lunging at him as if he was about to eat him.
Now he was really panicking, he scrambled to the door, trying to open it before the remaining sound of Martyn's laughter reminded him of the situation he was in.
Paralyzed from fear, he sank to the ground, curling his body and hugging his knees as he closed his eyes and prayed.
He doesn't want to see anything anymore.
Canary seemed to look at his pathetic form with a pitiful, almost disappointed stare from his bed.
I miss fnaf au too so I wrote a little something for it!!
Almost 3.5k words of Grian Emily getting locked out of a party and getting murdered at the end <3
Not putting this on ao3 cuz im kinda embarassed 😭 also not beta'd, so if the grammar is weird, ignore it, I don't gaf enough about weird english tenses
Original FNAF AU post here
ENJOY THE LITTLE FIC!!
Grian couldn't believe it.
He stared at the invitation letter in his hands with his mouth gaping open in awe. It was orange and blue, with Jar Jar Binks from Star Wars smiling widely and pointing to the writing “You Are Invited!” In big, bold letters.
He had been invited to Scar's birthday party!
A wobbly smile appeared on his face. He's happy, but also a bit scared.
He had never been to a birthday party before.
Well, that's not actually true. He's been to a lot of birthday parties, purely because of the amount of time he spent at the pizzeria due to his parent's work. But he had never been to a party as a guest.
He had always just stared at everybody else from his designated table in the corner of the room, along with his Angel plushie his parent had given him, and whatever book or coloring page was available at the time.
His favourite activity was people watching. He liked to pick a random kid to observe, and make up stories about them. He'd make them into a character and imagine ridiculous scenarios with them in his head, like being chased by immortal snails, or gaining superpowers, or being casted into a trivia game show with a robot MC.
In fact, Grian had been drawing a scene from one of his imaginations, a muscular man with many scars—based on one of the kids he liked to watch—getting pounced by a snail.
He was so busy in getting the shocked expression of the character just right, that he failed to see a kid approaching him.
“Woahh! Did you draw that? That is so cool!” The kid said excitedly, parking his wheelchair right next to Grian and leaning in.
Grian gasps, quickly covering the drawing with his arms, his face red in embarrassment. His drawings weren't cool at all. Especially when you compare it to one of his parent's drawings.
“Wait, no, don't cover it up. I want to see!” the kid complained, forcefully grabbing on Grian's arms to try to pull it away from the drawing.
Grian tried to keep it covered, but the kid was much stronger and more stubborn than he was, making him able to steal the paper away and lifting it high so Grian wouldn't be able to steal it back.
“Wow! It's a tough guy!” The kid marvels, looking at the muscular man Grian had put in a lot of effort to make. “And he has scars, like me!” The kid smiles, pointing to the scars on his face with a huge smile, proudly showing it off to Grian.
“He looks just like me…”
The kid goes silent for a bit, staring at the drawing before looking back at Grian, and then to the drawing again, seemingly thinking about something.
Grian looks away in shame. The character was obviously based off of him. Isn't that creepy? He must think that Grian is weird for this.
Grian was about to successfully force himself to apologize, when suddenly the kid pipes up again.
“Hey, can I be this guy?”
Grian blinks at the question.
Did this kid not realise that the character was literally made after him?
“I know I'm not this muscly, but if I try hard enough I might be!” He tried his best to convince Grian. “Did you name him already? If you haven't named him, can he be named “Scar”? My name is not actually Scar but I like to be called Scar because the cute pizza kitty is named Scar and I have scars, and the kitty is soooooo cute!”
Grian was struggling to catch up with what Scar was saying. Cute pizza kitty? Oh. Grian gets it now. Did he mean Scar Goodtimes, the cat mascot and one of the animatronic of the pizzeria? He guesses that Scar Goodtimes is cute. His parent was the one that designed him afterall. But he likes Angel better, because Angel was made for him.
He subconsciously hugs the Angel plushie in his arms tighter, to which Scar immediately notices, snatching Angel away from his grasp much to Grian's shock and surprise.
This kid just really likes taking things away from people!
“Wow! This is like a doll version of the creepy guard bird guy near the front door!”
Guardian Angel. Grian corrects bitterly in his head. And he's not creepy. Angel is a good guy. He protects Grian and keeps him safe from harm. That's what his parent told him.
“I've never seen a doll version before! They don't have this on the prize counter, is it like a limited edition or something? Can I have it?”
“No!” Grian shouts, grabbing Angel back and hiding it behind him so Scar wouldn't be able to take him again. “My mama made it for me.”
He stared at Scar with a pout, challenging him to try and steal Angel again. But surprisingly, Scar didn't seem to try and do anything else. He was instead grinning cheekily at him with an annoying chuckle.
“I'm just messing with you… mostly!” He giggles, quickly and quietly adding the last bit. “You can give it to me if you don't want it anymore!”
Grian gives him an unimpressed stare.
“...So anyway, back to Tough Guy Scar,” the boy swiftly changed the conversation topic, going back to Grian's drawing. “Why is he getting beat up by this... Um. Bug?” He points at the snail, who was in the middle of slamming Tough Guy Scar with its body, about to topple him into the ground.
“It's a snail.” Grian corrected him, to which Scar looked at him funny.
“No, this is obviously a bug. See?” Scar tried to argue, making Grian feel very annoyed because obviously, he was the one who drew the picture. Ofcourse it was a snail, because he—the artist—meant it to be a snail! Why would Scar argue with him?
“No, it's a snail.” Grian stated more clearly. Earning himself a defeated sigh from Scar.
Scar shrugged. “Okay, I'm older so I'll back down.”
“Wh—!”
His protests were shut down by Scar, who chose to completely ignore him and continued talking instead.
“I don't get why he's being beaten up by a snail. He's supposed to be a strong guy—important guy. You should draw him beating up the snail instead, what do you think? I'm right, right?”
Truth to be told, Grian thinks that Scar's pitch was super dumb.
A snail beating up a guy is interesting and intriguing. A guy beating up a snail is just animal abuse.
Scar looked up at him hopefully with his giant puppy dog eyes, patiently waiting for Grian to start drawing the awesome scene he just thought up.
Grian decided that actually, he was done drawing for today. He picked up one of his coloring pencils scattered on the table, before swiftly putting it back into his pencil case.
“Noooo! Nooo, don't put it awayyy, you haven't drawn my requesttt!” Scar panicked, grabbing on to Grian's arms to try and stop him from cleaning up anymore pencils off the table.
“I don't take art requests!” Grian countered, determined to put all his coloring pencils back despite Scar's interference.
Scar continued to wail, begging him to draw the preposterous picture, clutching Grian's hands closed with his own so he would have a hard time collecting the pencils.
It was incredibly annoying, and yet, Grian couldn't help a small smile from forming on his face.
When Grian went home that day, he did end up drawing Tough Guy Scar beating up a snail. It's not like he had anything else to do anyway, he reasoned. His parent was too busy to do anything with him, and he got bored. So he drew Tough Guy Scar beating up a snail because he didn't have anything better to do and he was forced, not because he wanted to do it. Yup. It was completely out of his control.
He brought the drawing with him the next day and he almost regrets doing so because who's to say that Scar would even talk to him again? He didn't even really want to show it anyway either because now that he thinks about it, the drawing was kind of terrible and he didn't know why Scar liked his original drawing in the first place because that one was also equally bad.
Thankfully, he didn't have long to think about it because soon enough, Scar wheeled to his table and, as expected, snatched the drawing right away from him.
The boy cheered excitedly, giving Grian a hug much to his protests, before rolling away to his other friends with his fingers getting caught between the wheels twice because of how fast he was going.
He then went back to Grian's little table, dragging a group of other kids with him, introducing Grian to the others like Grian was some sort of product or service he was marketing to sell to buyers.
Grian was then forced to draw absurd scenarios the entire day. Scar having the most requests.
And that continued on and on for days.
He found himself to be sitting less on his table and more with the others.
Surprisingly, the kids were incredibly intrigued with the ridiculous story that Grian had made up in his head. Scar had, annoyingly, shown off to the others that he was an actual character in the story, to which the others became incredibly jealous of and started forcing Grian to turn each and every one of them into actual characters as well or he'd be unfair.
Grian was very much annoyed. Now he had to change his story even more because everyone had their own input on how the story goes and what should happen, and then suddenly it was so far away from his original story that it's now just a new thing altogether that is so detailed and complex that even Grian couldn't keep tabs of anymore.
Joel wanted to be like Dom Toretto from Fast and Furious, Pearl wanted Grian to add in her dog, Scott wanted to legalize gay marriage.
Scar wanted all sorts of things. He wanted to be a salesman that sounded suspiciously closer to a conman, he wanted to be a wizard, he wanted to have a cat, he wanted to have ten whole cats, he wanted his ten whole cats to be huge.
If Grian didn't grant his requests, he would wail, beg, and bribe until Grian finally relents. He clings to him all day like a barnacle and follows him around to speak Grian's ears off like a radio placed next to his head that doesn't have an off button.
It was so annoying. Everything is so annoying.
And now Grian had been invited to his birthday party.
And he couldn't stop smiling.
Grian read the invitation again and again. He didn't know what to do or what to bring.
He watched a lot of birthday parties in his life, which logically should make him an expert. But then again, being a frequent visitor of a circus doesn't automatically make him an acrobat, so he's truly just at a loss on what to do.
He knows that you should bring a present. But he doesn't actually know what's supposed to be in the present.
Grian didn't have any money. He's just a kid with no job. He didn't want to ask his parent for money either, he didn't want to ask them for anything. His parent had too much going on already.
In his contemplation, his eyes eventually land on the Angel plushie sitting between his pillows.
That's right, Scar had told Grian that he wanted his Angel plushie.
Grian bit the sleeves of his sweater. He loves Angel, but he unfortunately loves Scar too.
Angel had been his friend when he was lonely at the pizzeria, but he's not lonely anymore. He has friends now, and he'd like it if for his friend's birthday, Angel would protect him like he had protected Grian.
Besides, he already had the actual Angel watching over him. Scar can have the plushie.
Grian hugged the Angel plushie for the last time before putting him carefully in a box. He knew he was supposed to write a note, but he couldn't think of anything to say, so he only wrote “Happy Birthday” along with his name so Scar would know who the present was from.
Then he went to bed, counting down the seconds until the party.
When Grian entered the Pizzeria on the day of the party, he was surprised at how crowded the place was.
Scar had so many friends! It was like every kid in town got invited.
He stood by the door, clutching the present to his chest, intimidated by the sheer amount of people.
“Grian! G!”
A familiar voice called. Grian turned to see the birthday boy waving excitedly at him, pushing his wheelchair into his direction before pulling him into a big hug.
“You're here! I'm so, so happy you're here! Oh, oh! Grian, you should go with me near the stage. We have the game—the Tell The Donkey to Put it on game!”
“...You mean Pin The Tail on The Donkey?”
Scar shifts his eyes, unsure of what the difference between the two was. They were both saying the exact same thing. “Yeah, that. I meant exactly that,” he dumbly confirms.
“Oh, Scar…” Grian shakes his head exasperatedly as Scar gives him a big, goofy smile. He's so ridiculous.
Grian realised that he should probably give his present to Scar, he released his strong grip on the gift and held it out for Scar to take.
“This is for you…” he muttered, suddenly feeling a bit shy. He's giving Scar an old, used plushie. He should've gotten him something new, instead, shouldn't he?
Scar's eyes were wide open, staring at the gift in Grian's hand with awe.
“You got me a present?! Really? For me?”
Grian nods, looking away in embarrassment as Scar clapped his hands excitedly.
He was about to grab it, when suddenly a group of kids approached them and started pulling on Scar's arm.
“Scar, Scar! Look at what I can do. I can hit the bullseye on the dart game while I close my eyes, come look!” A kid with a Moon Wolf mask said, hopping in place as he shook his arm around.
Scar was hesistant. “Umm… okay, maybe after th—”
“But it's cool, I promise!”
“It was! I've seen it, you gotta go see!” Another kid chimed in.
“I–woah!”
Scar didn't get to say anything else as another kid suddenly took the handles of his chair. Pushing him away to the direction of the dart boards.
“Come see, come see!”
Scar could only watch in defeat as everything went out of his controls. He turned his head to look back at Grian, giving him an apologetic smile and mouthing the words “I'll come find you later” as he got pushed away into the crowd.
Now Grian was really alone. He looked around, noticing a pile of presents near the stage where the three main animatronics, Scar Goodtimes, Moon Wolf, and Major Unicorn, were playing a cheerful song.
That must be where he should put his gift.
He walks over to it, placing his present between all the others.
Grian stares at the pile of presents in astonisment. There were so many of them. All of them were wrapped so prettily too, with colorful wrappers and big ribbons. Some of them had Star Wars characters and patterns on them to match the theme of the party.
Grian walks away before he feels ashamed enough to take his present away.
He tried to look around again, trying to see if he could find any of his friends. It didn't result to much, the place was too full for him to spot anyone.
Having given up, He instinctively walked over to his little table in the corner, but stopped in his tracks when he saw that his table was full of other kids he didn't know, talking to each other animatedly.
The party must be super duper crowded then.
He really didn't know what else to do now. Maybe he should go to the dart boards and wait for Scar to be done? But Scar has so many friends… Grian would probably inconvenience him if he stuck by him like a barnacle. Then again, that's exactly what Scar does to Grian everyday, so Grian is only giving him a little taste on how annoying he usually is.
With that logic, all guilt dissapeared from his head, he walks around the room to try and find where the dart boards were, when he suddenly noticed a bunch of older kids playing with Guardian Angel's box.
They were placing blocks on top of it, making Angel unable to get out.
Grian feels anger boiling inside him. That was his Guardian Angel.
He marched over to them, their squeaky laughter sounded like two balloons rubbing. He hates it, he hates it so much.
“Stop!”
He shouted at them, trying to get the blocks away, but he was too short to reach.
“Stop it! Move those away!”
The older kids only laughed at him, pointing at him as he jumped, still attempting to move the blocks.
“Please, put them back. Angel's stuck—”
“That thing is creepy!” One of them giggled. “We're keeping it caged so it couldn't curse anyone.”
“You're wrong!” Grian screamed. “My mama made Angel to protect me, he—”
“My mama made Angel to protect me!” another teen copied him, making fun of how he talks, flailing his hands around dumbly, making the other teens laugh. “Let's see if the robot can protect you from this!”
Grian shrieked as he was suddenly lifted up the ground, carried by one of the older kids. He kicked his legs and swinged his arms in protest, hitting them multiple times to try and escape.
It was no use. He was just a weak kid.
Angel's box was shaking furiously, the robot trying desperately to get out.
Grian got thrown out the door. He wailed in pain as his body hit the wet floor, the puddle made by the rain splashed on impact, smothering him with the cold water. He scrambled to get up, running to the door, only for it to get slammed on his face.
Grian tried to open it, quickly realizing that it was locked.
He went to the window, banging on it and screaming his lungs out. Watching the teens on the other side of the glass laugh and make silly faces at him.
They started walking away, waving him goodbye as tears start to drop.
He tried to call out to the adults sitting on a table nearby, but they didn't seem to notice him. His voice was lost in the rain.
Angel was still struggling to open his box.
Grian uselessly wiped his tears away, the rain making sure to keep his face wet. He leaned his forehead to rest on the window, looking inside to see the party going on without him.
He wondered if Scar was done with the dart boards yet.
He wondered if he was searching for him.
In the midst of the rain and the faint melody of Scar Goodtime and The Gang's music, Grian failed to notice the sound of a car coming to a stop behind him.
“Grian?” A hand was placed on his shoulder.
He jumped, startled by the action.
Grian looked behind him to see Mr. Watcher, his parent's business partner and co-owner.
“What are you doing here, kid?”
Relief instantly washed over him. Thank god Mr. Watcher was here!
“I–those bad kids! They–Angel–they trapped him and–!” He stuttered, pointing at poor Angel who was still trying to get out of his box.
Mr. Watcher looked over at Angel's condition, shaking his head in displeasure.
“Those naughty kids, always up to no good” He tsked. Grian strongly agrees with him.
“Come on, kid. I have keys to the back door,” he said, reaching out his hand for Grian to take. “I'll help you save your Guardian Angel.”
Grian nodded his head with a smile, taking Mr. Watcher's hand and following him to the back.
He was a bit scared to go back in to the party again. What if those teens came back and bother him again?
But it's okay, Mr. Watcher is here now and he'll surely teach them a lesson. He's an adult afterall, and even though adults ignore him all the time, Mr. Warcher didn't ignore him.
He can't wait to see what Scar's expression would be when he opens his present.
