You're a young woman who just moved into the small town of Hurricane, Utah, you get a job at the local kid's restaurant Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.. and meet the joyful Henry and his prestigious and ever mysterious co-partner and friend, William Afton.. (Disclaimer: obviously it won't be incredibly lore accurate, but I'll do my best, while keeping the story understandable, and the story starts in the summer of 1983, but don't expect the technology and style to be completely accurate, I'll try my best)

You were the mother, along with the marionette, of the fazgang and took care of them sense birth. Freddy, Bonny, Chica, Foxy, (Golden and Springtrap are your sons and marionets adopted sons). The Toys do often help babysit as well. However, someone from your past has is planed, something and it involves your two golden children.

+₊ ❝ 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 ! ❞ ₊+ ╰┈➤ 🌠 As a veteran ex-night guard, you are NOT a fan of animatronics. So why do you want to stay at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex? You can't seem to stop always coming back to the job. As the nights go on though, you begin to question why these machines feel so...alive. Why do they seem to like you so much? And why is the lead singer so insistent on calling you SUPERSTAR? ┊　 　┊　 ┊　 　┊ ┊　 　 ┊　 ┊　 ★.* ┊　 　┊　 ★.*　 　 ┊ ★.* ★.* ★ 𝗟𝗘𝗧'𝗦 𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗩𝗘 ! ★ ɢʟᴀᴍʀᴏᴄᴋ ꜰʀᴇᴅᴅʏ x ɢɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ Slow burn warning. Like, REALLY SLOW burn. Read from ch. 6 if you're impatient.

Y/n a hard working woman walked amongst the streets, until something caught her eye. A box that was shifting and making noises. Curiosity nibbling at her. She looks inside to see Five little characters in the box.... What will happen? I don't own anything but the plot and ocs

You're shattered; broken... 'unfixable' For most of your life you were forced to perform on stage, dancing and singing, only to be destroyed and locked away... left to rot in a dark room. What would happen if you met the 'monsters' that roamed the halls at night? "There's something important I have learned to do over the years... How to... pretend..." - Circus Baby This is a remake of a book I wrote back in 2019, so most things will be the same and hopefully better written

Hey!! This story is made for female readers! BUT after I'm done writing it, I'll go back and make it accessible to all genders! pronouns ect! Also be going back and making it more comfortable for Ace readers! Putting in a different part without smut for them! WARNING: I will not be putting any of this in until the story is completed, for the time being it's just a Fem!smut. But if it's completed while you're looking at this go crazy! A little CW/TW ⚠️ $mut Degradation Stalking kn!fe play Violence Murder Chilđ Abuse Some Non-Concentral Stuff (NOT NC SËX) THIS WILL CHANGE AS THE STORY GOES ON, MAKE SURE TO CHECK BACK FREQUENTLY IF YOU'RE EASILY TRIGGERD!!

[Poppy Playtime Fanfiction] "What's the time? PLAY TIME!" when the player returns after getting a letter, he first met his first and new companion that will help him find out the truth about what happen to his co-workers at Poppy playtime co. The puppet. [a/n:im suck at description '(*>﹏<*)′＞﹏＜(っ °Д °;)っ/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~ }]

Moving to Utah was pretty hard after your mom passed and your dad up and left. You were 20, so barley starting adult life. This left you nervous and scared, but exhilerated to see what would find you just a couple states away... who knew it would be a pirate that absolutley adored you. I havent seen many (or at all) Glamrock foxy x reader stories and i just began to realize how.. 🔥 he is soooo... yeah, lemme feed yall rq🫶🏼😛 There might be lemon in this and ill warn u guys before it happens incase some might not wanna read that. there will be kissing and flirting and hugs and stuff or wtv, yk. so yeahhh enjoy!!!💜

She was always there, since the very beginning. The Bite of 85, and 87, the missing children... his death and their false freedoms She was always there, patiently waiting and always watching. She was the Marionette FNAF belongs to Scott Cawthon Story belongs to me and you belong to yourself