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The Schmidt clan is so NOT ready for Freddy. But who the frick ever is? This is why you don't visit unannounced. Manners have nothing to do with it. Expansion of the "Animal I Have Become"-verse.
First, this is a continuation of Animal I Have Become, which I recommend you read first. Second, you guys should be used to the way I write. Meaning here be a combo of crack, actual plot, drama, introspection, shifting tenses, shifting POVs, etc.
Second, I totally acknowledge that there's a shit ton of stuff I disregarded from the games. I may work some of it in later. I might not. For now, just go with it. The following is simply MY interpretations of the characters in an attempt to be a little different. Give it a chance.
Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi
Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's
Characters: Mike Schmidt, Chica, Bonnie, Foxy, Freddy Fazbear, Golden Freddy (Five Nights at Freddy's), Oc-Schmidt family, Oc- Owner, random OCs
Additional Tags: Android AU, AU History rewrite, still really fucked up, Demons, Demonic Pacts, crack sprinkled in, there is a plot I swear though, you should be used to the way I write by now people, Chica is a boss, Freddy's a perv, Goldie's a teddy bear, Foxy's kinda a lush, Bonnie can't be bothered, Mike so can't even, The Schmidt family will probably need therapy when all is said and done, still a dark fic, kinda disturbing at times
Language:English
Series:« Part 2 of the Animal I Have Become Universe Fics series
*MTF*
In the living room of a lovley 6 bedroom house situated in a new suburban subdivision, a standoff of sorts was occurring. Surrounded by half unpacked boxes, discarded scraps of duct tape and other obvious signs of a recent move in, a collection of people (a term used here loosely) were staring awkwardly at one another.
On one side of the room sat Mike's younger sister, brother, mother and stepfather. All crammed on the nice but not built for four people chaise lounge. It was the piece of furniture furthest from the others and closest to the wall. All four looked like cornered animals trying to comprehend what they were seeing.
10 feet across from them sat their son/ brother Mike, shirtless and in his boxers red faced. Whether due to his state of undress of the fact that a large (also shirtless) brunette had him sitting on his lap was debatable. Most likely both seeing as said brunette had his arms wrapped around his waist, a smug look on his face as he leered at them. Those grey skinny jeans looked painted on over fuzzy brown sock of all things.
Beside them both, a golden blonde copy of the brunette looked just as embarrassed as as Mike and appeared to be trying to melt into to sectional. He at least was fully dressed in jeans and a black tee reading "Silence is Golden" in flowing gold script and white sneakers.
In a nearby chair, a guy with shockingly blue hair sat clothed in a manner which suggested the sleek Harley Livewire in the driveway was his; denim and leather with boots. His expression could either be described as 'we are not amused' or 'bitch-face' as he looked in the brunette's direction.
Lastly, a sleepy red head still in his pirate themed pjs appeared irritated as all hell about the whole situation sitting at the breakfast counter facing the living room. From the looks of it, he had been trying to get going with a cup of coffee before all the screaming started. Behind him it was quite clear he wasn't very neat in brewing his morning joe. Josh, the youngest Schmidt, noticed the small bottle he had been about to pour into the steaming mug he instead bucked straight. The coffee forgotten.
Three of the four were possible to over look at first glance but the large, twitching blue rabbit ears on the biker were hard to miss. As the family studied the group the fox ears flattened against the red head's hair, the rounded ones drawn shyly back on the blonde and standing straight out on the brunette became clearer being they were about the same shade as the locks around them. And the utter lack of human auditory organs where they should be. Unfortunately this also drew attention to the row predatory teeth in the smirk of the one holding Mike. And the claws on his hands.
The only conclusion the three adults and one teen could come to was they'd stumbled upon a den of monsters. Those were too good to be costumes. Costume accessories don't move like that. No fake nails in the world looked that sharp and deadly without trick photography. No make up could make ears disappear from someone's head without a some sort of bulge They weren't far off.
Click! The family shrieked as one in fright at the sound of the front door opening gently.
In the doorframe stood a tiny yellow haired girl bright purple eyes blinking at the scene in confusion. Clad in a simple green sundress and flip flops she looked completely normal holding several shopping bags. The family all had variations of the following thoughts.
/On no! Their screaming must have drawn her to the house. Well meaning but not very bright. Why didn't she just call the cops?! Why are the pretty ones so slow?!/
So it surprised the fuck out of them when she, without warning, threw her car keys at the one holding Mike hostage hitting him square in the face. The raven hair man ducked away as he yelped and hands were brought up to the site of impact.
"Why is it always the face?!"
"Freddy you horny asshole! Mike sweety go get dressed, Goldie honey there's a few more bags in the trunk. Foxy it's only 10am can't you wait til after the day's half done to drink?! Clean up that disaster you've made in my kitchen! And what the hell were you two doing while our glorious leader traumatizes Mike's family?!" She shrieked. Her voice softening only to talk to Mike and the other blonde. She turned to the stunned humans and sighed before doing a total 180. "I'm so sorry about this. If I had known you were coming I would have made them act better. In any case I'll set four more places for breakfast. You like fruit crepes?"
"Uh.."
When she noticed the lack of movement behind her and the words 'bossy bitch' poorly hidden in a cough, she decided it give them some encouragement.
"Don't talk shit just move it!" The men all scrambled out of the room at her command.
She'd done so by turning her head like an owl to scream at them one last time. Well, so much for normal. That's about when Mr. Schmidt when night night.
*MTF*
The meeting of long lost relatives is supposed to be emotionally and such right? Full of joy, a desire catch up, want to make up for lost time and offer heartfelt apologies and explanations while begging for forgiveness. According to TV, books and movies- otherwise made up shit. Realizing your sperm donor is the same douche who hired you to pretty much be a sacrifice to a quintet of demons puts a damper on the warm fuzzies.
Having one of those demons almost devour your soul before it realized who you were sucked ass. Having it then explain you are the fourth generation of a family that has enslaved him and his friends is disturbing. Then being told your spilled blood enacted your part of the pact was horrifying. How delicious it tasted, even more so.
And after the initial freak out, a thought occurred to Mike- why hadn't his father or grandfather tried to break the contract? Nothing was iron clad, especially not this if the terms could be changed so willy nilly to screw over one side more than the other. Eugene the Fake was certifiable for sure but his progeny seemed like good men...of a sort. There was nothing stopping them from setting the crew free and ending this madness.
"That's not exactly true." Golden Freddy said, earning a glare from the others. Shrinking away he nervously continued. "Im not saying it's okay or anything but I think they were just scared. All they really knew about us were the lies Randall told them. That we were always like this, that we were always killers. But that's not right. It's..not."
Watching him draw up like that , Mike instantly thought of a teddy bear. A sad, six foot tall teddy bear. That only an hour ago had been viciously trying to murder and eat him. Man that disconnect was weird. The more they talked, the more he learned that, homicidal nocturnal habits aside, they were just like anybody else. Likes, dislikes and personas included.
Chica loved to cook. Not just pizza but anything; it's why the menu changed the way it did so randomly. She learned from first listening to radio programs then watching cooking shows on tv as times changed.
Bonnie loved music, especially rock. Still he wasn't above listening to smooth jazz or pop either. He just like rythme and beats. Motorcycles held some facination to him as well.
Foxy wanted to travel. When Chica wasn't watching cooking stuff, he was looking at documentaries on far off places or history. The Caribbean looked like a place he'd love to visit first. He also enjoyed alcohol. No surprise there.
Golden Freddy or Goldie liked to read and was really quiet most of the time. Computers and electronics interested him but he never really thought much of it seeing as he had no access to anything more advanced than the old apple in the main office that hadn't been updated since 2003.
And Freddy...Freddy would make a good psychologist. If he wasn't so badly in need of one himself. Being the leader, it was him who officially made the deal and thus gave him the strongest connection to their oppressor. It gave him a tremendous sense of shame for being tricked too. Predictably, this also warped him the worst. He was good at watching, reading, understanding and ultimately manipulating. Of all of them, he was the only one who grew to like what they were forced to do. Enjoy this sadistic game and own it. In more ways than he cared to admit, he'd become like his jailer in an attempt to gain some control over his life.
So, Mike could understand the fear. Still part of him couldn't get over that fact that in nearly 50 years, nobody thought to do anything to stop the suffering. Or at least try.
"So these squiggles keep you guys trapped in here?" He stood outside the restaurant looking up at the mark in the masonry. Carefully hidden from public view. Kinda looked like the unown alphabet from pokemon.
"Aye. Symbols have power." Foxy snorted.
"Huh."
Without a word, he walked back inside and headed for the storage room. Returning a moment later with a flathead screwdriver and a ladder.
"What are you doing?" Chica exclaimed. She rushed forward only to be knocked on her ass from the barrier.
"Getting you guys outta here. You already said if you weren't trapped you wouldn't have to kill to survive. You could find enough energy without that."
"Mike you're in no condition to be standing, much less on a ladder right now." Freddy rolled his eyes.
"And who's fault is that?" he shot back, positioning the rather unsafe looking metal rungs against the building. Climbing to the top, he began scraping.
About a week later, Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria burned to the ground. The old wiring finally gave out, a short in the breaker room causing the place to go up like kindling. At least, that's how Goldie rigged it. Not a single employment contract survived the inferno, setting all the workers free as well.
Riker got WAY more than the dump was worth from the insurance company. Which his medical bills and various loans promptly devoured 90% of. Still, he was content to be rid if the place and not mind at all that the gang was bound to his previously unknown son now instead of when he died in a few years. Thanks to Mike freely offering Freddy his blood to drink. Though he would contend caving after being begged for it wasn't exactly 'offering' nor qualifying as 'freely given'. Just as Freddy would argue asking repeatedly until he got what he wanted wasn't begging either but whatever.
Speaking of that, that was...wow.
The 25 year old had never considered himself gay. Or straight. Or anything really. To be honest, he never had a relationship before. Sure he'd been attracted to both girls and guys in the past. For some reason though, he projected this 'dangerous weirdo' vibe. Anybody within reason he might have wanted to date avoided him like the plague. The people he did attract scared him. They were of the type most likely to have access to a rape/torture/murder dungeon that may or may not have been on wheels. Finding daddy put that into perspective though. People were naturally avoiding the taint of the curse. Only the possible psychos were drawn to it.
That didn't explain his mom or the woman his father married though...
Anyways, one would think having a guy with a mouth full of razor blades bite into you would hurt like a bitch. Anything biting you would. The fact they made sure the soul was totally gone first, and were very aware of how much agony Jeremy was in as they tore him apart while still alive showed they knew it too. It's why Freddy only cut his wrist with his nail and lapped at what oozed out at first. Somehow he got a bit carried away, and sank his teeth into the bleeding arm that night alone in his apartment.
In the time it took Mike to register what was happening and open his mouth to scream, his legs turned to mush and all that escaped was a half cry, half whimper. Instead he found himself shoving his fist in his mouth to stop the embarrassing sounds. What the fuck?! This wasn't some vampire erotica novel! This made no sense!
"Yummy." Freddy looked up at the young man's flushed face. Making a show of licking his lips and the wound clean. In the blink of an eye, the cut/bitten skin knitted back together without leaving a mark behind. Leaning closer, he slid his hand along the former security guard's inner thigh as he whispered into his ear. "Can I do something for you?"
#ffnet edit#
#end ffnet edit#
He had no idea how long lay limp on the sofa, blue eyes looking so satisfied at his work. Like a hunger had been appease.
He did however realize the owner of those eyes took advantage of him while he was loopy from the blood donation. Whispered shit no one says outside a porno in his ear as he gave him his first hand job. Well from a hand that wasn't his. As soon as the bliss ebbed away, rage replaced it.
Around an hour later at 11:30 Bonnie and Goldie returned dragging Foxy who was drunk off his ass into the small apartment. Chica trailing behind them muttering about dick waving and other such idiocy. Upon closer inspection it was clear Foxy had also been in a brawl. One of the 'you should see the other guy' type. Given their superhuman strength, the options were either 'now needs a wheelchair' or 'now in a body bag'.
"If not for Goldie killing the lights on the whole street like he did, we'd be explaining to the cops why we don't actually exist on paper. All over some other drunk idiot ragging on his clothes." Bonnie grumbled, unceremoniously dumping the intoxicated fox on the floor just beyond the threshold. He made pained grunt but took no action to move once down.
"That was just luck. You know my powers go all squirrelly when I'm nervous. Could just as easily blown up the nearest transformer." Goldie ducked from under the red head when Bonnie let go to avoid being drug down. "Freddy?! What happened to your face?!"
"I rocked Mikey's world. You should see his O face, it's so sexy." His brother grinned stupidly, his left eye sporting a shiner. Then ducked the Pam can that came flying out of the kitchenette.
"Shut up you perv! You bit me, molested me on the couch and got off on it!" Mike screamed pulling his mini pizza out of the oven.
"I didn't do anything you didn't enjoy. You might hit like a man but you whine like a bitch. Just admit you like it. The energy kick back was divine! Maybe next time you'll let me wreck your tight virgin-"
The sentence was never finished. Because Freddy was so wrapped up on his fantasy he did not see and therefore didn't dodge the frying pan the flustered young man threw next.
Six people (supernatural or not) crammed in a one bedroom apartment is not comfortable even with their strange ability to warp space. The neighbors complaining about the ruckus wasn't helping either. After a while, Mike's landlady straight up asked him what was going on in there. Though it was clear to her what was going on. According to the other tenants 4 weird guys and a girl were always coming and going from the apartment for going on two years. The noises always sounded like fighting or sex or both. Mainly from Freddy jumping him, giving him an earthshaking orgasam in some new way from non-consensual touching then getting his face hit with the nearest blunt object.
"Mrs. Handen, my friends just needed a place to crash until they get enough saved up. I'm sorry I didn't let you know but their house burned down and they literally have nowhere to go." Which was sort of true. Riker, whom he refused to call dad, offered to let them live with him. Something they considered until he admitted the burn the place down for the insurance money idea was one he had many times before. Just without the whole getting them out of the pizzeria first part. Would you stay with someone who once regularly entertained the notion of burning you alive? No, no you wouldn't. Even as he lay in the hospice center and the house vacant, the group wanted little to do with him.
"Uh, huh. Look here Schmidt, I dunno who you think you're fooling but I know you're doin some kinky ass shit in this apartment. The whole building knows it. There's an occupancy limit but maybe we can work something out..." she winked.
Oh...for...fuck's...sake...
Now, she wasn't bad looking for a middle aged housewife. If she put her pics Tinder, she's totally get some replies. A few of the men in the complex got extensions on their late rent by doing her 'favors' regularly. Her husband was 300 pounds of muscle and beer gut but perpetually on the road hauling something or other up and down the coast. Still, a few former tenants had gotten a need for facial reconstruction surgery in addition to their eviction notices when he caught her in their beds or vice versa. Mike was neither dim nor suicidal.
"Uh, ma'am I don't think..."
"Hi Mike! Hello ma'am!" Chica's cheery voice rang out behind the woman. "I'm gonna make you the bestest birthday cake you ever had for your 27th!" Without waiting for a reply, she skipped into the apartment carrying a few bags. Causing Mrs. Handen's drawn on eyebrows to go up.
"So that's what you're into huh? You a pedo Schmidt? She can't be more than 15 if that!"
"What!? No! Chica's a grown ass woman! And I am not sleeping with her or anybody here." He groaned. "Look, I promise we'll keep it down it's just-"
"Cough up another 300 a month and I'll ignore your creepy sex parties."
"WHAT?!" This hole in the wall was barely worth $550 he was paying now!
"Either that or you and your little friends can hit the bricks.
"Or we could gut your whore ass and not a soul would notice. That be an option too m'lady."
Foxy grumbled, walking up the hallway with the other 3.
"Ooo! Can we kill her Mike? Please?" Freddy beamed. Mike ignored him, thinking it a joke. But when the others looked at him expectantly he gulped. And began sweat nervously when Bonnie's hands shot out to grab her around the mouth as she struggled against him.
"A-are you seriously asking for my permission to kill her?"
"Yes. She annoys us, always snooping." He shrugged. "And she's threatening you right now. Snapping her neck would be quick and bloodless. On this floor, the only other unit currently occupied at this time of day is at the opposite end of the hall and that resident is blind." His words were rather clinical for discussing the likelihood of getting away with murder. Well they were pros...
"Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod! Look uh guys you can't just kill people who piss you off. We wouldn't have a population issue if we could, trust me. Shit this is baaad...okay. No killing. But, I promise you if you don't leave us alone, you'll have a lot more to worry about than a few guys you've been riding while your hubby's away lady. Like say posting ads for um...sex with minors?" The rabbit blinked a few times then nodded in understanding. He bent to place his mouth near her ear and began to speak.
Using her voice.
"This damn thing recordin'? Okay then. I'm JoAnn but you can call me Jojo. Lookin for some hot action from a young stud who's into fuckin lil girls. I know lots of places to score a pretty young thing and I just love to watch a guy go to town on one. Interested gimme a holler at 253-xxx-xxxx." Her eyes grew to the size of saucers. "Not bad huh Jojo? There's real sites I could post that where real sick fucks will answer and call you looking for a good time. Where the police can find it and use as real evidence. You don't want that right? In fact, Mike doesn't need to pay you another dime ever again does he?"
She shook her head vigorously and he let her go. Then she took off as fast as her heels would carry her to the stairwell.
"That's not quite what I meant but...cool, no more rent. Um, what the hell though?"
"Didn't ye listen to a thing Gene said to ye bout the original contract? What he learned researching after the fire and Freddy got a bit, eh, handsy?" Foxy sighed.
"Hey!" Freddy squawked.
Truthfully, no. After the basics of the whole ordeal, he wanted nothing to do with the man. He was a putz whose lack of a backbone let far too many people die. Who's idea of helping was to recruit people he didn't have to meet to be the sacrifices instead of having the world's worst lottery with existing staff. Even though he was leaving his estate to him, he didn't give a shit about the guy. Hadn't even told his mother he met him two years ago.
"Nope."
"My god you are hopeless." Goldie pulled him into the apartment.
They told him that the type of contract Randall invoked amounted to one where they were supposed to provide for their master's needs. Please them in any way necessary. It actually explained how he got away with being so being unfair to them- it's terms were really lopsided and they had been too young to negotiate properly at the time. All Randall had to do was provide them sustenance and use his blood to anchor them to this plane. If that idiot had been slightly swifter, he could have simply wished for whatever he desired and avoided the whole business thing entirely. Which meant...
"Hold up, I don't have to live in this dump? No one thought to bring that up?!" He felt so stupid for not asking either.
"We just assumed you were waiting for Gene to pass. Or something." Chica called from the tiny kitchen. "I mean he is your father and all."
So fucking what? He wanted out of this nowhere town and dead end cashier gas station cashier job. Like now. To hell with Riker.
Which leads back the the Schmidt family sitting nervously in a house full of inhuman creature that were holding a relative of theirs hostage for all they knew. The small one was cooking with the taller blonde, Goldie helping. The red head, Foxy whom was now dressed in a white blouse and black slacks had a prosthetic hand left hand. He sat across from them muttering to himself, not helping their nerves at all. The one they mentally labeled biker bunny but the small one called Bonnie, was now doing something on his phone. That left the creeper Freddy somewhere in the house with Mike.
"Where's my brother?" Claudia couldn't take it anymore.
"He should be almost dressed. However, he might be-"
"Don't be a dick cuz you're sober Foxy!"
"Then give back me whiskey woman!"
"Please just let us go." Aurora, Mrs Schmidt pleaded. "Don't let him hurt my son!"
To her, it looked like this Freddy was seconds away from raping her son when they burst in the door half an hour ago. While this Bonnie and Foxy watch probably waiting their turn. This Freddy's blonde copy looked like he didn't really fit here but looks were deceiving.
"Oh Freddy ain't hurtin the boy lass. I guarantee if anything he's- GAAH!" A dark green bullet clocked Foxy in the side of the head. Man Josh needed this chick on his ball team. "God dammit Chica!"
"Wish granted. If it'll get you to stop being such creep, bottoms up Cap'n!" So that was the female's name. "Freddy's not gonna hurt Mike and you guys are free to leave if you want. But since you can see that we're a bit unique I suspect you want an explanation. Generally unless we're out in public we don't bother with the glamour to look human. Waste of energy."
Josh found himself torn. On one hand she was so cute with a dynamite arm. On the other, violent as all hell and a shriek like nails on a chalkboard. There was also the not human issue but he was actually hormonal enough at 16 to possibly disregard that one. Monster babes were still hot.
Claudia wanted to know how her vanilla little brother got himself mixed up in this. Even if they really were safe, something didn't add up. Last she heard, he was going nowhere once he graduated college to find his major in Business worthless unless he could actually get to where they were hiring or where a viable business could be set up. And too stubborn to ask for help. This place was better than their folks' place and dad was a doctor!
Aurora fretted these creatures would grow bored and devour them at any moment. Especially the grumpy one with a single hand. The rabbit was doing a very good job of completely ignoring their presence but his companion kept grumbling about being hungry and bossy little bitches. Oh her poor baby...how long had they been keeping him as a pet?! Why didn't they take him to Granz with them when they had the chance instead of leaving him to fend for himself in the states?!
Papa Schmidt, Lenz, had only recently regained consciousness. The proud Austrian immigrant dreadfully embarrassed that he lost his composure like that with his family possibly in mortal peril. All his famous stoicism and rock solid fortitude flew out the window in the face of pants soiling terror. He understood that right now they were being held captive, having missed much of the interactions though he hadn't missed much. He didn't even see them change locations or anything, blacking out the instant she swiveled her head like possessed doll.
Foot falls alerted them to someone on the steps. The person they'd been fearing for slowly descended the stairs wearing a pair of pants and his Middle Mount U sweat shirt. The last demon behind him pouting like a scolded child.
"So, uh...how's Nana Addie?"
*MTF*
Chika's bitch fit is inspired by this pic: www .pinterest pin/528187862521666290/
Little green bottle, great in coffee? Gotta be Bailey's Irish Cream!
According to Wikipedia Granz in the state of Styria is the second most populous city in Austria as of 2015. Given it's only April, make of that accuracy what you will.
Yeah, with the exception of the first few chapters, this will probably be a non-sequitur fic like Winter's Dark in order to expand the universe I created in Animal I Have Become. I do plan to explain the exact circumstances of Mike's conception, why the family randomly showed up and what Austria has to do with anything. This fic will also have (mostly later) chapters that are shorter or missing entirely from ffnet because, ya know, smut. Oh god the smut ideas possibilities.
/drools.../
I think I've pushed this as far as the T rating will go already n_n.
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