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Teen Michael & Y/N, use of "Y/N", (purposeful) cringe, use of Evan Afton when referring to CC/Crying Child, Michael being a shitty & awkward person, William being creepy (as usual), William Afton slander, awkwardness, Gender neutral reader, Michael says & does & thinks some inappropriate things, Henry Emily x William Afton, Mrs. Afton is here vaguely, William and Mrs. Afton are divorced, drug use, (implied) child abuse, (implied) domestic abuse, frequent smoking (Michael smokes cigarettes), violence, limb loss, excessive blood loss, descriptive gore, hospitals, William Afton is a goddamn creep both to YN and Henry Emily, William manipulates YN, dubious consent/rape (manipulated into sex)

saying someone's mom is sexually attractive (in front of them), Mrs Afton is too good 4 William, Mrs Afton is girl boss

bite of 83 (except CC doesn't die yippee), gore (reader), physical fights (slapping, biting, punching), reader being in the hospital, near death experience, loss of a limb (I think?), amputation, Mrs Afton & Mr Afton r divorced, (low-key) sexual harassment (I think?), child abuse, child neglect, playing favorites w children, William is borderline a pedo towards the reader

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★-CHAPTER: "#1 ."

★-TITLE: "Everybody's gangsta . "

★-OPENING LINE: "and sadly they continue after I walk in ."

★ Y/N'S POV: ★

Hello, I'm Y/N Doofenshmirtz, and if I'm being completely honest, I'm a nerd. A loser. A loner. A freak. Tragic I know but I don't really care, I guess I'm just too swag for that emo shit. Just kidding, I cry myself to sleep every night.

Anyway,

I walked into the Eddie Fazballz Diner with my gay outfit on.

The (carpeted) floor was incredibly sticky in numerous (food) substances, every time I picked up my foot the carpet made a gross squelching noise. It's clearly been a while since William has cleaned the place

There were tons of snotty nosed kids running around screaming to yoba knows who (pls tell me someone understands the reference), the parents weren't giving a flying fuck though, smoking to pass the time (reminder that smoking isn't cool or safe).

I made my way to the "Spamton G. Spamton: become a [[BIG SHOT]]" arcade machine, trying my best not to bump into anyone. As I was about to insert a coin, a familiar scarred hand grabbed my wrist roughly and turned me around to face them.

It was none other than Michael Mpreg Afton, also known as Foxy

I don't call him that (Foxy) though since it sounds a bit too kinky for my taste.

"What's a NEEEEEEEEERRRRRRDDDDDDDD like ya doin' in a place like this? Don' you have'ta study so ya can go on n' get good grades to get into a good fancy expensive college like Harvard or Stanford so ya don' end up becomin' a chronically burnt out minimum wage office cubicle employee, or whateva' LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSERSSS like ya do?" He said while grinning ear to ear with his canines on display, his blue orbs eyes gazing down into mine in a attempt at being menacing.

"Uhmmm, actually I'm here to play games, you know, for entertainment 🤓☝️" I stated back blandly, rolling my eyes at his presence, staring even deeper into his blue orbs eyes, some would even say I was staring into his very soul, or asserting my dominance. Whatever you want to call it, I didn't have time for his usual bullshit (not like I ever did)

We stared back at each other for about an hour 5 minutes straight, my neck craned upwards a bit because of the height difference between us, both of us refusing to break our intense eye contact, before I said:

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have something I'm going to do with my life, maybe you should try it sometime" I turned around, inserted a coin into the arcade's coin slot, and started playing the game after it booted up on the dusty screen.

"Well maybe I will!" Michael exclaimed, before realizing how fucking dumb he sounded and swearing under his breath.

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—★A/N: (don't ask why that's the title & opening line, idk either. Btw I'm trying to keep this as gender neutral as I can) .

★—CHAPTER:

"#2 ."

★–TITLE:

"HAHA . "

★-OPENING LINE:

"JONATHAN YOU ARE BANGING MY DAUGHTER ."

★ MICHAEL'S POV: ★

I tried using all my manly strength to turn around and leave Y/N in the dust, and return to my friend group of gangstas (they're just school bullies, but pretty much the same thing), but Y/N had captivated me.

Today marks the 5 year anniversary of the first day I met them...

WHHHHOOOOOOOSSSSHHHH

*5 years ago, Eddie Fazballz Diner, a few minutes before closing*

It was another boring day as a 12 year old, even more so bcus the fact i was stuck in a boring animatronic shit hole that didn't even have practically any customers today.

my fatha was snorting cocaine and my motha, only 5 minutes ago, had divorced my fatha bcus he fucked another chick, who happened to be his cousin.

My fatha told me to go do smth else than bother him while he did illegal drugs off of uncle Henry's man tits (and other special appendages) so I decided to go to the arcade room.

There I saw the most stunning person I think I'll ever see

Tbh they were mid, Melissa (the school popular girl) could whoop their ass in a looks competition in seconds, but something about the way their orbs shined while playing "Floppy Penis: the cumminging" & their stupid funky scrunchies, as well as the limited edition version of "I could use a wish (right now)" by Sparkling__Starz peeking out of their fanny pack...

It made me feel things...

Like the feeling I get when my fatha doesn't beat the shit out of me because he forgot a dentist appointment,

Like the feeling I get while making fun of orphans,

Like the feeling I get during late night action movie marathons w the homies/homos,

It felt like...

"Um can I help u mullet-head or does my father have to hear about this...?" They questioned threateningly,

I only then realized I had been staring.

'okay try being nice so they don't think you're fucking rude, though I am'

"Hey, uh, my name's Afton- I mean my names fapping- I MEAN. MY. NAME. IS.......... MICHAEL........AFTON..." I said nervously //U//w//U// .

They stared at me for a while before speaking:

"Well hello Michael fapping Afton captain, I'm Y/N Doofenshmirtz, can I help you or you just a creep?"

The cogs in my brain started turning for once.

I asked the imaginary Foxy the pirate in my delusional brain what I should do:

★ MICHAEL'S BRAIN: ★

'yarrrharrrharrrrrrr, ya silly goofy landlubber, that's not the way to get a fresh catch o the day!'

'whar to do I then?'

'intimidate em so they can see how manly & strong ya are, before ya know it, ya & that tasty lil grub will be sailing on the Titanic!'

'swagger!'

★ MICHAEL'S POV: ★

I grabbed their limited edition book and swallowed it whole in front of them

I then proceeded to break the arcade machine they were using

Lastly I said 'see you later fuckin loooooossseeerrr!'

Before storming off, happy with my work

Before leaving I went to go tell my dad I was going home, though it was unlikely he would care to be honest.

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Hey everyone, just wanted to post an update notifying that this isn't abandoned or cancelled, I'm just taking a break from writing currently. I recently started getting back into videogame development, and thus I've been focusing most of my time and energy there. But I will definitely come back to this, I'm just not sure when exactly

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imo Michael is an asshole, no sugar coating it. Like he'll publicly humiliate the reader just because he's bored, he'll have sex with reader's friend just to stroke his ego, he's the type of douchebag to take a hit from a cigarette and blow the smoke in your face with a shit eating grin on his face.

Sry to say, but like father like son. He's a sadistic fuck, he's just better at hiding it. Sure, in his defense he's the way he is because of the environment he was raised in, but it doesn't make him any better. Dw tho he's not homicidal, tons of fistfights but no murder (yet).

Do not let this menace in your room, he's a weird little weirdo and probably will sniff your dirty clothes and roll in your bed when you're outside the room getting snacks.

He's one of those people who have been wearing the same dirty Converses since like 6 years ago.

He totally tried to scare reader with the Foxy mask and got punched.

Used to own a baseball bat for self defense until William got rid of it because he's an abusive piece of shit.

Favorite color is red (used to say black but he got tired of reader correcting him n saying it's not a real color but rather a shade).

Watches Beavis And Butthead every night when William is working overnight and his sibs are asleep (idek if that was around in the 80's but oh well).

Doesn't know how to tie his shoelaces.

Brushes his teeth like once a week.

Horny as hell, like ik he's a teenager and hormonal but he's WILD. He's the type of guy teacher's think about when they're sending someone home for going against the dress code. Absolute menace.

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Uhh yo wassup homies 😼
I got some drafts in the works rn (just concepts currently lol 💀) and I thought I'd share em to prove I haven't completely abandon this work !11!1

Henry Emily x William Afton smut chapter to flesh out their relationship (toxic shit goes down)

Remember to sparkle on besties 💪😼

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♡—CHAPTER:
"# 3 ."

♡–TITLE:
"Smack my ass . "

♡-OPENING LINE:
"Like a drum ."

★—CHAPTER START . ★

Snapping out of the memories of when me and y/n first met, I realize I'm still standing there behind her while she's playing on the arcade machine, making myself look like a goddamn creepy idiot. 'Jesus Christ, man. Get a grip", if only it were ever that easy *emo sigh and hair flip*.

But one good thing about the situation was the position it put me in, if you don't know what I mean (wink wink) then, heh, let's just say when I get back home I'll be bjorking to it, and by it I mean her stellar ass.

For a nerd she sure is hot tbh.
Anyway, captivated and quickly loosing all rational thoughts from the sight of the girl I like (hormonal teenage boy core💖) I quickly bring my hand up before; THWACK

It happened so suddenly, I did it without thinking and didn't even realize I was doing it until too late, but it only took me a few seconds of recognition before I sprinted into one of the pizzeria's storage closets. Panting like a dog (u better bark like u want it), I plop down on one of the folding chairs in the closet. I don't bother turning on the light, in fear of revealing my location and having to face y/n's wrath (not today Satan), getting out and lighting a cigarette before taking a hit; the addictive nicotine filling my mind with numb pleasure quickly, my body slowly slouching into the cheap metal chair I'm on as my shoulders relax.

The only source of light in the room is the small bud of fire that's keeping the cigarette lit, which is quite scarce. It's just him and those stupid animatronics his fatha loves to make in the dark closet, but right now he's too lazy to trash any of them. He'll probably lounge here until either y/n finds him or his fatha does and kicks him out for smoking inside his pizzeria joint again. Not before having a (un)shameful and quick wank here, though, just to piss his fatha off even more (prick deserves it fr fr).

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352 .

♡–LETTER COUNT:
1,875 .

♡-CREDITS:
None .