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BASIC STYLE SO YOU KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT :

Hiii! :3 My name's Michael, just so you know. I try to stick with, obviously inner monologue type shit? I'm not good with descriptive things without it being too wordy, but I'm pretty good with handling monologues. When I do other perspectives that aren't monologues it just ends up being a joke soooo! :D

I'm fairly good at angst, kinda mediocre. I will NEVER write smut. I read it, won't write it. at least won't share publicly til' i'm 18!

I can do fluff and other genres, BUT i'm not the best. Again, NOT a good writer. just for fun, yknow?

You can request in the comments if you'd like. My discord is karamatsuboy and my tiktok is egosoap if you'd like to contact me there!

WILL NOT DO :

Any kind of smut.
Proshipping
Heavy gore (just not like, REALLY descriptive stuff. i'm fine with like, perspective during death shit.)
Abuse plots

(Will add more if I think of any other things!)

WILL DO :

Fluff
Ships (Like Jeremy X Mike shit like that. Will let you know if a ship is off limits)
Crossovers (but mostly just for jokes.)
Movie stuff? Maybe? If it's REALLY good.
Other people's AU, just give me a good idea of what you want.
Private things. (Like, writing just for you. No payment until I'm confident in my work lmao. you can just say 'good job michael! you wrote this!')
Other fandoms that aren't FNAF (will list below fandom's I'll do.)
OC/self inserts

FANDOMS :

Eddsworld
FNAF (obviously)
South Park
Sally Face
Osomatsu-San
Cookie Run
Cursed Princess Club
IT
Your Turn to Die
Sans AU
Undertale/Deltarune
Villainous
Dr Horrible
Amanda the Adventurer

(Again, I will add more if I think of any. If you have a fandom that isn't here, just ask if I know it!)

INFORMATION I'LL NEED :

How serious do you want me to take this?

What fandom?

What characters do you want it to be centered on?

What genre do you want? (Angst, fluff, sickfic, shit like that. what kind of fic.)

Is this an AU or cannon? (if au, what type or what AU?)

Would you like me to gift the work to you/list you as co writer?

And after that just give me a basic summary of the story you want! (If i need any other info I'll lyk!)

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It's done.

All he can smell is fire. All he can see is fire. All he can feel is fire and holy shit does it hurt like hell.

But maybe he deserves this after everything he did to- fuck. He really is worthless.

He rubbed the side of his face the best he could, looking around the room blankly. It wasn't very helpful, since the building was covered in smoke. He couldn't see anything. Come to think of it, he couldn't really hear either. Did the tape even start? Is Henry talking, or are those policemen? Has anybody noticed the building burning yet? Fuck. Too many questions, and he'll never know any of the answers.

He sighed, looking down. God, his legs are like jelly. Why is he so nervous? He wanted this. This is all he ever wanted. He's with his-.. fuck. He can't even bring himself to say the word. Why is he so childish? Why can't he just let go of the past and be at peace for once in his miserable life?

Fuck his legs really hurt. He paused, looking around again, before spotting-

oh. It's him.

Of course he's here. He brought him here, didn't he? But-

he's here. And he isn't- well, he isn't moving. At all.

Is he gone?

No.

No, he never leaves. He never truly leaves.

He's still there. He can tell, even if he can't.

He's still there.

He laughed at himself. God this is stupid. How did this happen? What the hell led to all of this?

Was it when he was born? Was it when she was born? Him? Him? He can't even tell who he's talking about anymore. Which "him" is being referred to.

Not like it matters. Not anymore, at least. They'll both be gone by sunrise, so who cares who's talking.

He blinked.

When did he get right in front of him? He was just at- wait, where was he just now? Whatever. Doesn't matter, does it? Not right now.

He looked down. He never did like the rabbit. It was so off-putting to him growing up. Kind of poetic the person he hates most ended up in the suit he hates most.

He paused for a few seconds, considering his options. He could either stand and let his legs break off, or he could-

....

Well, it's not like anyone will know.

He sat down next to him. It's kind of comforting, honestly. He blinks slowly. Is this it? Is he finally-? Well, he doesn't want to say it. Why make himself regret anything.

Sorry.

Sorry?

What is he sorry for?

For killing him?

For betraying him?

Ignoring her?

Or maybe it's everything.

He looked to the side, slowly, or maybe hesitantly?

He's still there.

Did he think he'd be gone?

Obviously he's still there. He can't leave. She can't leave. *They* can't leave.

Huh?

He reached under the mask, feeling his eyes.

Oh.

He's crying.

...

How stupid.

He always made fun of him for crying, didn't he?

"Crybaby" he had called him.

What was his name again? .... ah. He can't remember.

It's been so long he can't remember his own brother's name.

𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩

What?

What the hell was that?

Was it Henry? Is Henry ok? Did Henry stay back?

Well, it only makes sense he'd stay back. It is his daughter in here after all. Why would he leave her alone?

Her death wasn't his fault, but he always blamed himself, didn't he?

"I'm a monster."

"If I hadn't left her alone.."

"If I could see her one more time."

But it wasn't his fault. He knew, didn't he?

Everyone knew.

𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩

There it is again! Who the hell is that?

The tape should be finished, right? How long has it been?

He sighed, leaning against the wall.

Stupid, really. Stupid, stupid, STUPID.

It's all he can think.

Why? It's too late to hate himself. He's already done it.

What was that?

He could've sworn he heard a metallic screech.

Was it the ringing in his ears? Or was it Elizabeth? Maybe it was Charlie? Or maybe-

"𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭."

...oh. So it was.

Michael looked to his side, finally facing that disgusting rabbit.

And not like before, no. This time, it was looking back.

Those disgusting eyes. That matted fur. Those exposed- 𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘩. He would vomit if he had a stomach.

"𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦...."

Michael just looked at it. Why is he speaking? Why is he trying to- god. He would punch the asshole if he wasn't an idiot.

You can't punch metal, he learned the hard way.

Wait, when did he learn? Why would he ever punch-

oh. Right.

The bite.

He'd rather not think of that.

"𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.... 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦.. 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵?"

Oh. Shit. He was talking?

Michael didn't even realize. When was the last time he had a conversation with his- ... he still can't bring himself to say it. Michael lifted his hands, shaking slightly, his palms sweaty.

Was that because of the fire?

That's what he'll go with, anyways.

(𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵.)

He signed it. He couldn't speak properly without his vocal cords. It sounded just awful, he learned the hard way.

When did he learn- god. Stop trying to remember things, Michael. It's no use.

A laugh. His laugh.

"𝘠𝘰𝘶.. 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥... 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭..?"

Michael frowned under the mask.

He'd changed.

Had he?

No, he had. Surely he was different from the last time he'd saw him.

"𝘐 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥.... 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦... 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦... 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦..."

What?

That's his final request?

One final jab at his appearance?

One last "You look just like me!"

Fucking great.

He wouldn't do it. No way.

A few seconds passed, Michael not moving, him not moving. Just silence.

God dammit.

He still can't bring himself to disobey this terrible fucking man.

He reached for the back of his head, gripping the Velcro strap. He'd long since forgotten how to tie things properly, and God only knows he wouldn't bother learning. It's a waste of time.

𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘱

...

Fuck, does he want to do this?

He held the mask to his face with one hand, the other gripping his shirt. Tight.

A laugh.

"𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭... 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴?"

Michael looked down. Right. They're dying.

Both of them, really.

Huh.

Michael removed the mask, dropping it to the ground.

His face, his rotting, mutilated face on full display.

Silence.

He looked to his- him. He was laying back again. His head to the wall.

But his eyes. They weren't gone.

That- light. That flicker in the back of that horrible void. It looked at him. It stared at him.

And Michael blinked. before he leaned back as well.

This is it.

Their last moments.

Well, his last moments.

Michael's last moments.

He wouldn't go that easily. He'd come back. He always did, didn't he?

Michael's head was heavy. His head hurt. His ears were ringing. This was it. Truly it, this time.

The fire was everywhere. Metal screaming, souls screaming. Where did Henry go?

Michael wouldn't blame him if he left.

He really wouldn't.

Another laugh.

What is it this time? Finally taking a jab? Finally telling him how much he wishes he never-

Oh.

His face was cold. One side, at least.

He didn't want to look. He was too weak now, anyways. But he knew what was happening. He knew why he laughed.

It's almost comforting.

Almost.

Maybe it was his fault. Maybe he started this all.

Maybe it was how he treated his mother. Maybe it was how he treated his brother. How he didn't treat his sister.

Maybe it was how they treated eachother.

....

He can't tell what he's saying out loud anymore.

Was he speaking out loud this whole time? Or did he never speak at all? Had the suit even spoken? Was it another illusion?

He didn't care.

It was nice to feel loved. Even if it was never spoken. Even it was only thought.

I love you, dad.

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God, Liz has been so... clingy lately. What's up with her?
I think something might've happened with her dumb crew or something.
Maybe it was Funtime Freddy?
I'm just guessing, but whatever happened she's been so needy lately.
So I'm hiding from her.

No idea where I ended up, though. I didn't even know this was a room we had! It's pretty big, too. Why didn't Benedict include this in the tour?
Whatever. None of my business, anyways. I'm just glad I found it! There's, like, a ton of books in here, too! Maybe it's a library?
....Probably a library. Why does Benedict have some lame library? I can barely read anymore.. I'm starting to not like this room. Maybe I should leave.

I go to walk out, but a little title catches my eye.

"Family Album - 1995"

1995? He didn't tell me he was that old. He always just looked sad whenever I asked anything like that. Now I know why. He's fucking ancient!
I grab the book, smiling at my discovery. Now this is totally worth it. Thanks, Liz! If you didn't bother me, I never would've found this treasure! I owe you one!

I quickly leave the room, running back to my own. Can't risk Benedict finding me. No way he'd let me look trough this!
I look back down at the book. It definitely looks old. Tattered, kinda torn. A bunch of water damage, too. Lame.
Oh, well. Adds to the experience!

I smile widely, opening the book to the first page. It's just a woman. No name or anything, just some lady. My smile dissolved into a frown.
Who even is this girl? A sister? Mom? Aunt? Girlfriend? Wife? Daughter? No. Probably not. He's not that old.
Probably.

She's pretty, though. She's got a nice black dress, pretty ginger hair. She isn't facing the camera, though. Bummer.
I flip the page, deciding not to bother with the mystery woman too much longer.
My hopes are crushed as it's another picture of her. This time, she's in a car. Again, no face. I frown deeper. Seriously lame.

Flipping the page again, I come across a surprising picture.
It's Elizabeth, when she was just born. One of those hospital pictures. I can't see mom or anything, nothing new, but I do see dad's arm. Liz is a pretty cute baby.
But why does Benedict have this? I thought he didn't know us until recently.
Maybe he found these? Whatever.

I turn the page, the next one being blank. I skip through a huge section of blank pages. Weird.
The next page I turn to catches me completely off guard.

It's me, dad, Liz and.... Mike.
Why does he have this?
Where did he get this?
What the fuck is going on?

𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬

I jump, quickly standing, book in hand. Shit shit shit that's probably Benedict. How long has it been?

𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬

Fuuuck where do I put this? What if he noticed it's gone???

𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬

I frantically look around, knowing Benedict is definitely worrying about me. I never take this long to answer the door, even I'd worry.
Maybe I should just hide in the closet-
oh, duh, the closet! I can just put it there!

𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬

I run to the closet, throwing the book in the darkest corner, immediately closing the door.

𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘊𝘒 𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘊𝘒

I run to my door, taking a deep breath before opening the door, putting on my best smile.

"Hi Benedict!"

He looks down, audibly sighing. I can't see his face, but I know for a fact he's pissed. Oops.
His hands raise, as he quickly signs. I can barely make out "What took long".
I take a second to process what the hell he's trying to say, before I realize he's asking "what the hell took you so long to open the door".

"Oh, nothing! I was just."

what do i say what do i say what do i say

"napping."

Shit. Terrible lie, I have insomnia and he knows that. Not in a million years would he-

(𝘖𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵! 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱! 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘓𝘪𝘻 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦.)

And it worked? Just like that he's calm again. Man, Benedict worries too much sometimes. I giggle to myself, earning a confused look.

"Sorry, Cass just said something funny."

He nods, walking away.

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Alright, Benedict is out. He went to the plex pizza whatever to do some lame engineering stuff. I don't care to ask about it, because it doesn't sound fun at all. Just another stupid diner.
But, he's gone, which means I get to snoo-

"C.C!!"

Dammit. Not her. Not her please not her.

"C.C why are you ignoring me??"

I look down, and there she is, the devil herself. Elizabeth Afton. Don't get me wrong, I really do love her, but-

I really really wanted to figure out some more stuff about Benedict today.

"Hey, Liz." I do my best to sound interested, but I can't suppress the boredom in my tone.

She looks at me, a bit sad. Now I just feel shitty.

"What's wrong C.C? Did you have another nightmare?" She asks, looking up at me with those disgustingly caring eyes.

I reach down, lightly rubbing her head, slightly tilting her bow. "I'm fine, Liz! Just trying to do some top secret brother things."

Liz looked at me before she smiled, nodding.

"Ok! Can you come play after?" God dammit. I sigh, knowing I won't win no matter what. So I Just nod. "Yup. I'll be right there as soon as I'm done, Liz."

Liz immediately ran away. You think she'd mature after all these years, but I think she relishes in being able to be a kid forever. She uses it to her advantage to make me weak. I know her. I know her tricks.

Before I can get too distracted, I go back to my original mission ; finding out who Benedict is. I turn back to the room I was going to ; his office. It's always locked, but I know for a fact he was in a rush, and when he's in a rush he's super forgetful!
Time to take a small gamble!
I walk to the door carefully, reaching for the handle. It's now or never. My palms are sweating. Why the hell am I so nervous??
I swallow thickly, opening the door.

Wait I opened the door.
Fuck yeah, he didn't lock it!
I pump my fist in the air, smiling to myself. Absolute genius.
I shake my head, running into the room. It's- small. Huh.
I would've expected... more extravagant things from him. Maybe some decor?
Nope. Just bland.
Whatever, I don't need aesthetics right now. I need answers.

I immediately go to his desk. Wallet with nothing but $5 and a picture of... god, who the hell is this guy? Some blondie guard. Lame.
I abandon the wallet, going back to the surface.
Computer is locked, requiring a... Jesus, a 12 letter password. No way.
Forgetting the computer, I lock eyes with the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life ; unlocked completely unguarded phone.
FUCK. YES.

Grabbing the phone, I run out, shutting the door behind me. I won and I don't care what else is in that office. He's so secretive with this thing there's GOTTA be something here! Right?

I go to my own room, locking the door. Sorry, Liz.
I look back at the phone, starting to look through the contents. Nothing in the gallery. Boring.
No files. Boring.
1 contact.
I look at it for a few seconds.

What the fuck.

William Afton.

William. Afton.

I press the contact quickly, looking at the messages for a second.
I don't care about past conversations, I don't care what they talked about in the past.
I don't care if they plan to murder people.
It's the most recent text from him.
4 minutes ago.

"Don't you dare let me down, Michael."