After the events of Help Wanted, William (as Glitchtrap) decides to clone himself and transfer his soul into this new body since cloning is a form of technology available in the distant future. Using Remnant and mad science, a clone of himself is created successfully (with some assistance from Vanny). However something goes wrong as the clone stops rapidly growing when it reaches its child stage and suddenly awakens, breaking the vat it was kept in during the process. Worse, it seems the clone has run away, refusing to be William's Vessel. Cue the start of Security Breach where the clone hides within a sleeping Glamrock Freddy to avoid being caught by Vanny. When Glamrock Freddy wakes up later and asks his name, the clone decides to rename himself as "Gregory". Meanwhile, Vanny fails to locate the clone and so, Glitchtrap asks Vanny if she can get him into the Pizzaplex system so that he can assist her in finding and capturing him. She agrees, lets him into system and he corrupts the animatronics to obey him in the process... The Art of Gregory and William is an Art Commission done by @fiorellapiedo on Instagram. However, with permission from the artist, I edited the Art into this Book Cover on Canva.

"a dnf (dream not found) fanfic about two boys in different times that will definitely leave you sobbing" Originally written by astronomika

Reupload of Heat Waves by tbhyourelame on AO3 Please do not report!! Uploading this for those who cannot get an AO3 account. Please check if you can make an AO3 account and if you can, please read the story on there and directly support the creator. Thank you!! Summary Dream has always held a gentle admiration for George, but when their nuanced friendship trickles into his sleeping mind, he awakens to a new world of conflicting emotions and longing. Lost in the midst of a heat wave, he continuously listens to a song that works itself in to the very core of his heartache. Floridian nights, unsent messages, spiraling infatuation, and terrible, terrible weather. A breath of frustration escapes George's lips. "I don't do that." "You do. It's okay," Dream says. He feels pinpricks of warmth building in his chest. The words rise up faster than he can temper, laced with soft honey, "you're so cute." The call falls silent. They heard it. The affection in the tone of his voice, different than usual, no trace of humor. The way it came from the hearth below his heart, glowing with secrecy and shame-for George, and George only. They had to have heard it. -- inspired by the song "heat waves" by glass animals