a/n okay so
got bored at 4:00 am
don't really have anything better to do but at least give my younger self's monstrosity an ending
even if I said it was discontinued,
y'all know I'm a weirdo and
yknow yeah basically all there is to it, I'm a weirdo
and it's kinda refreshing to just relish in characters who were edgy and insane and wanted to stab people and funerals and sad storylines with no cussing because I was an innocent child when I started writing this series honestly
rather than what what I'll probably write in the future
sure, it became a chore after so long
but still the idea of this is fun
I was a cringe-y fnaf kid back in the day (I say this like it was the 80's but it was actually just like 2014)
I liked FNAF, I liked being a kid on the internet romanticizing murderers because it was a stage I went through
And if I hadn't ever been through that stage and learned to write better stuff,
Would I really ever be who I am now?
I mean, in the time I've took writing this series, I've went through probably 10 different friend groups, went from country to pop to rock, had my first boyfriend, started trying to improve my drawing skills, read my first lemon (maybe that last one wasn't a good thing tbh) and so much more.
I know I don't reply to everyone, but whenever I open up my notifications on this account and see all the comments, I really do read all of them. Okay maybe that's exaggerating but the ones I've never laid my eyes on have been because of my crappy phone, I promise, haha.
So like.. I don't really know what the point of this note is. To thank everybody I guess. To say yeah, if you read this whole series and enjoyed it, you're probably a lot like the "Author-Chan" who started writing it. So keep doing you. Because you're cool. And maybe you're not your best self yet, but this point in your life is important.
Sometime after this I might change the username - and all public directions to - my new account. I think it's a completely different person writing there than will ever write here. I can never erase that a lot of people know it's me from the internet, but, hey. At least I tried.
I'll honestly probably ditch that account too out of cringe in two years, but I don't think my cringe will ever be as popular as it is here over there honestly.
Either way, on with it! You're probably tired of hearing me talking, so let's give this story an ending.
The ending it probably doesn't really deserve, but hey. I'm a generous woman who killed off a bunch of its characters, so it gets a few pity points.---
There are different endings to each story. Different universes offer the protagonist more choices - who was the true protagonist of our story?
Vincent, it all had centered around him, hadn't it? Every time a "villain" appeared, out of anger, out of hate - wasn't all that emotion focused toward him?
In some storyline, Vincent never met you. Ali was sent away for her unruly behavior far earlier. Vincent's "old pal" never helped her break out. She rotted away there and never saw her mistakes. Never felt remorse.
In that storyline, Vincent never knew love. He was never truly friends with the other night guards. He was always missing a piece of mind - they grew wary of him.
"Stay away from Vincent. He's... well, we don't talk about it." That's what they'd say to every newcomer. Vincent would work alone.
His pal tempted him often. He never pushed him away.
He had nothing to fight for.
Nothing to live for.
He killed more people with him in his unhappiness.
Mike's cousins never came into the equation. They simply watched alone. They protected Mike and his friends.
Mike never died in that timeline. Mike and Jeremy got married.
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