You were [Y/N].. You always had issues with authority, you did what you wanted to do. And when you were hired to test a new game in exchange for a slightly used VR-set, you jumped onto the chance. After all. Who could say no to a video game? IN NO WAY DO I OWN THE FNAF CHARACTERS: Glitchtrap, William Afton, Vanny, Vanessa, Jeremy. THEME WARNINGS: Manipulation, Fear of death, Detailed gore, all the good stuff ya know.

A girl was going to a new pizzria and saw a goldish bunny with purple eyes and a purple shirt....read on to find out if you die or he ends up liking you

At the beginning of your summer break you come back home to spend some time with your parents. Only thing you weren't expecting was to wake up in the ugliest imaginable eighties house. Even worse, apparently Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria is a real place. And so is William Afton. Or any other version of him, and the restaurant for that matter. Unlucky for all of them, you are an asshole. A special type of asshole - you love to mess with people. And who's a better target for life ruining assholery than a child murderer? You are what someone might call a gaslighter, a gatekeeper, a girlboss. William and everyone associated with him are about to get a taste of your spiteful antics, and you're going to enjoy every second of it. It's too bad that you only have one day for each version of him. And it's too bad that you can't seem to come back to your own reality. Note: girlbossing doesn't have a gender. This is the first part to Purple Rain Bro i posted this and it got suddenly deleted whaaat

A neighbor who seemingly wanted nothing to do with you. One night he finds himself in a tragic situation, and realizes that maybe the only one who can help him is you, who is under the influence of alcohol. Why not? A blackout drunk can't remember anything they did the next day anyway. He assumed you wouldn't remember that dirty work you helped him with, and a part of you wishes you hadn't. start: jan 10, 2024 || end: (???) cover art by rynrauch

This is a yandere romantic horror genre story about William Afton from FNAF, which is written as an Alternate Universe that takes place during the Victorian Era. William Afton's personality, interests and motives are the same as in canon, but there is no Fazbear Entertainment Center or Afton Robots company. Disclaimer: This story is not meant to be an example or a healthy relationship and should be enjoyed as fiction. Readers are discouraged from emulating the behavior or actions of this story.

As a teenager, you were William Afton's biggest nuisance. Always there. In his house, in his space, babysitting his kids like you belonged. You had a knack for getting under his skin-sarcastic, relentless, always pushing, always prying. And he hated it. Hated how you never seemed to leave him alone. But when things got hard-when you were bullied, when your world came crashing down-he was there. Begrudgingly. With a sigh, with a grumble, with that ever-present irritation in his eyes. But he never turned you away. Never let you break completely. A reluctant protector. A reluctant caretaker. And you? You had a crush. A stupid, reckless, all-consuming crush. You knew it was wrong, knew he was older, knew he'd never see you the way you wanted. But that didn't stop you from looking too long, from lingering in his presence, from holding onto something that was never yours to begin with. He noticed. And then he shattered it. You were just a kid. You needed to grow up, move on, find someone your own age. He wasn't interested. He never would be. So you left. Now, six years later, you're back. Older. Wiser. Ready to leave it all in the past. But William has changed too. His marriage is crumbling, his world is a mess, and for the first time, he looks... tired. Like life has drained something vital from him. And somehow, you end up tangled in his orbit again. But this time, it's a game. A lie. A carefully crafted act meant to fool his wife, to make her think he's fine without her. Fake dating. Pretending. Playing a role. It should be easy. You should be able to keep it separate, keep your heart locked away, because you know exactly how this ends. But the more you act, the more real it starts to feel. The more you catch yourself wanting. Hoping. And you swore you'd never let him hurt you again.