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(Alternate Universe "PANTA CHOREI" now PUBLISHED!) (Y/N) would describe herself as an embodiment of bad luck; blood and death surround her and she is a harbinger of these tragedies. No one knew that she could easily take the lives of others in a single tear, and she plans to keep it that way. What would happen if she encounters another individual who shares the same luck and capabilities as her...? Genre (Longfic): Romance, Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst, Mystery, Slow Romance, Time Travel - Cover art by me. - Story rated as Mature for Murder, Violence, Gore, and Strong Language. *Characters from the FNAF Universe belong to Scott Cawthon*

Your boss is strange, like really strange. And he's harsh and cold, but I mean that's normal right? You're a broke 22 year old college dropout that's forced to move to the small town of hurricane to work a dead end job at Freddy Fazbears. You hate it there, you hate the people you work with, especially your boss William Afton. But hate is a strong word isn't it? Because he seemingly doesn't completely hate you. Your job quickly turns from a boring and degrading burden on your life, to something that has the capability of destroying everything you have. Info: There is smut for like one chapter bc I suck at writing it teehee, it's slow burn, William out here gaslighting, dead kids just fuck with YNs head, YN is a little shit but I love them, honestly it's a kind of enemies to lovers if you count lovers as being William being a gaslighter. I originally posted this on my A03 if you wanna read it on there, my user is 'IncredibleUsername' aha

That terrifying night, I met a young boy named Michael Afton. He seemed perfect.. almost too perfect to even be real. I really fell in love with him like I was in a trance. His beautiful blue eyes and soft brown hair brought out the rest of his features. How could a soft guy like him have a father like William Afton? [ just gonna put this out there, this isn't the best fanfic since it's my first one i've wrote in a while, but i've improved on my other fanfic if you want to check that one out instead of this one] [ TW: Sensitive Topics, 🍋,]

Michael Afton, out of anyone in the world, knew that his father was less than perfect. When he had learned about his father's evil intentions, he was still in Juvie. Now wanting to save his sister, Baby isn't going to let him forget what their father did. "You deserve to be scooped, brother... you allowed for all of it to happen. Steven tried to warn you but you didn't listen to him. Now for that mistake, you are our puppet!" Please read and review! And always think outside of the box!

Currently revamping | - Being a grown up SUCKS. You have a horrible job which pays you practically nothing, barely enough for you to live, but it's doable but it immediately changes one day when you suddenly meet a kind and exhausted brit with his chaotic kid, at the store and thought; you might have seen him before? Oh that's right! that's the TV ad guy, yet your daydreaming was cut short when that one Grandma, that you swear hates you, smacks you on the head with the newspaper she wanted to buy.| | - Description - | - fanfic takes place in 1983 - William doesn't kill - Kids do not die - animatronics are not murderous - William looks like William in the cover [Credits to Starbs] WARNINGS: cussing, heavy fluff, a bit of angst, drama - I am not adding any smut - 03/10/2024 DISCLAIMER !! - I will try revising this and fixing a few mistakes I made here and there, don't be surprised to see if something is different or longer than before. Sorry if there are any mistakes in dates or words!!! - Published October/2023.

Needless to say, 18 year-old Michael Afton often found himself getting into all sorts of trouble. Though he takes it too far on his brother's birthday in 1983. William has finally had enough: someone needs to keep an eye on his brats while he focuses on work. There just so happens to be a new face in Hurricane, Utah, and they're looking for a job. They should make a good babysitter! -or- William hires 19 y/o Y/N to watch his kids. (VERY loosely based on My Babysitter's a Vampire lol) PLEASE NOTE: - Cover art belongs to @ blueycapsules on twitter GO CHECK THEM OUT!! - Reader is gender neutral, so they/them pronouns are used - Lore is unimportant and Willy isn't a murderer! - This is also posted on ao3 and quotev under different usernames, but they are all my accounts!!

(Art by me: find the original artwork on my Instagram: PurpleRocker.) What do I have in life when a attractive annoying man walked into my life? Who does he think he was? I was Henry's best friend not him! But what did I have? A unmarried promiscuous working woman, trying my best not to fall for a taken man. It was really hard. Me aggressive and hostile? Couldn't be me, not me unless it was towards him. Why would I not take an opportunity to enjoy a good show from an easy angered man. However, This man is oddly different. I can't explain it but Yet how can I prove it? I can I prove what happened happened? How can I tell Henry about my dad when I don't truly understand anything, each time things change. It was driving me mad and it was that know it all fucking man's fault.

[COMPLETE] (this shiz cringe af ur warned) You move into a new house with your friends. On that day everyone were hungry so you went with them to Fredbear's Family dinner, then you remember a guy... that looked like he was really important to you, but you can't remember his face nor his name. You find him and start falling in love with him. Until you find out that he had a secret- --- Cover made with drawing from Noisx (on Twitter) --- WARNING: This story has: -Y/N STUTTERS 💀 (removing them slowly) -deaths -fight -blood -self-harming -SOME PARTS has things NSFW and more... -Lemons, A LOT of lemons :) --- The reader will be identified as Y/n L/n and the pronouns will be she/her

(This is the continuation of Not so perfect) This is his fault! What have I become? This body... my body... I just want to rest... I miss him so much. Why does it hurt so much even after 20 years? Michael, (son's name) and I have to end this. So we can rest. For Charlie. For Elizabeth. For Henry and all of those who had to die to get to this point. All of the children that die from monstrous murder machines clocked in childlike friendly. We must end this bullshit but where is the man that kept our lives kept in this foreverness. Unable to die fully die. Death after death. Unable to move on. Unable to let go. But does my heart weep for another? Do his words butter me up and fix my broken heart? Or is it all lies to get his way? What is (son's name) hiding within a wall of secret? Will our plans work? Or will the rest be always so close or be out of our grasp? As the man, who curse us to suffer in death, told me once 'enjoy the ride because it will be a long one.' I now understand what he meant. This game of life and death. But do I have the ability to stop my feelings from getting in the way of what needs to be done? I love him.

"𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣, 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. 𝘿𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨." "𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛𝙛, 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙤𝙣." .▪︎¤~~~~☆~~~~¤▪︎. You're a troubled, insane woman originating from South England, unfortunately having to relocate to America due to CPS. You drown in sorrow with alcohol and cigarettes, your foster home being nothing short of a complete and utter nightmare. Being forced to run away, you land in a small town called Hurricane in Utah, hours away from your 'home' in Nevada. Little did you know, an unexpected turn of events was about to stop you in your path, turning your problematic life into a luxury you aren't too sure you deserve. It involves a tall man, animatronic animals, children, and a whole lot of blood. .▪︎¤~~~~☆~~~~¤▪︎. CW: Alcohol, Cigarettes, Abuse, Smut, Violence, S/H, Suicide mention, Swearing, Blood, Pills, Knives. Proceed with caution.