Let's say that I was a little unsatisfied with the stories I read with Kyle, soo I decided to write my own. Maybe it's not some kind of perfection, but I am getting somewhere

hiya, update on 06/05/2026: i am alive, but this is most likely never getting an update ever again...sorry guys! i wrote this when i was quite young - with absolutely no plan, i might add - and it is horrific (if you like it, that's great, but this haunts me). i don't write anymore really, but have since moved to ao3. the reason i stopped writing this in the first place is because i simply lost interest in fnaf - that interest being replaced by my long-standing hyperfixation of jjba (as seen when my juvenile mind decided to make the fic a 'modern au' midway through for some reason, and put a jojo reference in there for good measure. gotta make sure this fic is entirely unreadable, right?) but, yeah, i give all my permission to take this ridiculous thing and do whatever the hell you want with it! i really do not care for it at all, but from what i remember, it was fun to write. nonetheless, thank you bunches for supporting me when i was writing it; it did mean a whole lot to me and was a huge confidence booster in my writing in general, i love you all! - salv -------- cover credits go to __starvil__ on insta! "honestly, could this boy be any less of an asshole?" i don't really have an update schedule, i update when i can. usually on weekends. just a warning this is pretty shit </3