After the incident of a missing child, Circus Baby has a forever change of code from her silly but kind program to human agony and rage emotions circling her memory bank. This sudden change affects everyone in the pizzeria, even though it hasn't been one day since opening. Funtime Freddy malfunctioned, Funtime Foxy has been showing aggression towards the staff, and Ballora is more silent. Circus Baby wonders if she can move on from the past without being haunted by memories of the incident. She believes she can do it alone, but the others won't let that happen, especially her friend Ballora.

Something wasn't right. She didn't know who she was or what she was.

Can someone tell Meg why the Entity keeps putting her up against the Huntress? . . . This fic contains violence, injury, & blood.

I get it can be cursed by some, but at the same time it can be just as cursed as it is great for others. This is a series of romantic one-shots featuring Ballora and Circus baby from the popular horror game-series, Five Nights at Freddy's.

A few sprigs of lavender loosely clasped in scarred hands. Unseeing eyes fixed on the sky. A sizable puddle of blood formed on the floor. A genuine smile on cold lips. Quiet. Stillness. It's over. The end. . . . This one-shot contains blood, violence, misogyny, & other sensitive topics.

BALLORA ISN'T MRS. AFTON, AND BABY IS NOT POSSESSED BY ELIZABETH HERE what do i even put here man im jus fuckin around

Nica could try to force open her eyes. She isn't sure if she truly wants to or should, but she could. What will be awaiting her if she does? Another body drenched in red, a face slack with the finality of death, and a horrific injury that will sear itself into her retinas? A struggling figure bound with duct tape? The glint of a metal nail file? Red lips and a sweet smile with thinly veiled danger lurking beneath? Will she be so lucky as to find herself alone? As alone as she can currently get, that is? "You awake, sweetface?" No... Please, no. . . . This fic contains blood, violence, murder, implied/referenced abuse, drugging, & other sensitive topics.

Just a barista working at her father's café and a girl she falls in love with. (cover art belongs to me :3 )

"Just give me the cup, jerk." Leaning forward, Heather snatched the concoction of whateverthefuck away and began to lift the mug to her lips. "Wait!" Veronica lunged forward and practically smacked the mug out of Heather's hand. It made contact with the wall and broke apart, splattering something blue all over the wall and carpet. "What the fuck, Sawyer?" . . . This fic contains period-typical homophobia, implied/referenced sexual assault, underage drinking, & all the usual Heathers stuff.