Fellow Luis Fans Rejoice! I Got His Character Added Onto Fanfiction.net!

Fellow Luis fans rejoice! I got his character added onto fanfiction.net!

You know what to do!

Are you a fan of Vanessa and/or Vanny? Are you saddened by how little she was used in SB? Are you disappointed that there isn't a place focused on her?

Did you enjoy seeing her in the movie?

Did you just want a place where you can easily find and discuss content being made about her?

Well, be disappointed no longer for the Vanessaverse is here to quench your thirst! Inspired by the hit "Gregaverse" discord server made by @notsodailycake , this server is basically that, just with Vanessa.

After all, "There's a Gregaverse, why not a Vanessaverse?" (thanks again to cake for the slogan)

Sign up here :D

(BTW Please let me know if the link stops working)

Also DM me if you have any questions!

Gonna reblog this to make it get some more attention.

Hopefully this works, but here:

https://www.fanfiction.net/u/15875015/

Along with posting my writing on tumblr, I’ve started posting it here as well. Might end up posting some stuff there later on that won’t be posted on tumblr, too.

In light of the many new fnaf tumblrs being made due to the Twitter to tumblr migration, I would like to once again promote the Vanessaverse discord server, a place to discuss all things Vanny and Vanessa

Are you a fan of Vanessa and/or Vanny? Are you saddened by how little she was used in SB? Are you disappointed that there isn't a place focused on her? A place where you can easily find and discuss content being made about her? Well, be disappointed no longer for the Vanessaverse is here to quench your thirst! Inspired by the hit "Gregaverse" discord server made by @notsodailycake, this server is basically that, just with Vanessa.

After all, "There's a Gregaverse, why not a Vanessaverse?" (thanks again to cake for the slogan)

Sign up here :D

(BTW Please let me know if the link stops working)going?

Also DM me if you gave any questions!

YES MY PROMPT GOT MADE AGAIN :D

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU I LOVE IT SO MUCH :DDDDDDD

prompt: Vanessa and Luis talking over dinner

Go and read this new chapter I helped with. It is really good!

"Of Headaches and Heartaches" (16).

Big thank you to Yeagle!

Trigger warnings: mentions of blood and implied character death.

Chapter 16

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Luis sat in his car outside Ness’ apartment, keeping  a careful eye out to make sure she made it inside. When the door closed behind her, he slumped in his seat. He stared upward, blinking back tears. 

It’s not fair, he thought to himself, pulling out of the parking lot. It’s not fair that good people suffer so much! 

His uncle, who just wanted to celebrate his eighth birthday party. 

The other missing children who were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

His family who lost a child and never fully recovered.

Gregory who, through mysterious circumstances, was thrown away like yesterday’s newspaper, scared and skittish and much too small for a three-year-old. 

And Ness, who-

He took a deep breath, turning into the parking lot for the Pizzaplex. It was a little early for pick-up (a glance at the clock tells him it’s 12:30, which is four hours too early), but Luis was certain the Daycare Attendant wouldn't mind.

Besides, what was it going to say, no?

-x-x-x-

“No,” Moon crooned, wagging a spindly finger side to side. “It's rest time. The children are sleeping.”

“But rest time doesn’t start until 12:45, and it’s,” he pulled out his phone, “12:46.”

“Schedules are important.”

Luis fought the urge to roll his eyes. Instead, he sighed. “Please, I’m very sorry I upset your routine. It won’t happen again, but I promised his mom I’d pick him up.”

Moon was less “expressive” than its counterpart, being the less outgoing of the two. It stared at him, tilting its head to the side. “Alright,” it finally said, turning back towards the children. “I’ll go get him. Stay there.”

-x-x-x-

Twenty minutes later, Luis stood in front of Vanessa’s door, hands full of sleeping toddler, take-out, and a brightly colored backpack. 

He knocked on the door with his foot. “Ness!” He called. “Can you let me in? My hands are full.” Luis heard the telltale sound of shuffling feet, followed by a couple seconds of silence, and then a series of locks being undone. 

“Come in,” Vanessa said, ushering him inside. “Here let me take that.” She grabbed the take-out. “You can put him in the guest room, first door on the left. I borrowed a playpen from my neighbors downstairs.”

Luis hummed, heading down the hall and into the designated room. It was plain, with off-white walls and yellowish carpet. In the center of the room was the playpen. Not the most comfortable-looking thing, but he was sure Gregory wouldn't mind. Besides, it was only for a night or two at most. An old, woven blanket hung over the window, barely keeping the light at bay. 

Luis leaned over the playpen. Soothing Gregory’s hair back, he kissed his forehead. “Sweet dreams.” He quietly said.

By the time he made it back to the living room, Vanessa had the take-out all set out on her tiny coffee table. He joined her on the couch, helping himself to some of the food. 

“So,” he started, “How are we feeling?” 

“Good?” She answered with uncertainty.

“Are you asking me?”

She sighed, slumping back against the couch. “I don’t know.” Vanessa frowned. He hated it when she did that - it didn’t suit her at all. 

He hated not being able to make her feel better even more. 

They finished their food in silence. Through the paper-thin walls they could hear the neighbors’ TV blaring Price is Right reruns. 

“...I thought I was over this…” Vanessa whispered, eyes starting to brim with tears for the millionth time today. “I…I was doing better.”

Luis placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, listening intently. 

“And I know healing isn’t linear, but it honestly feels like an uphill battle. Like no matter how hard I try to move forward, I can never truly escape.” She sniffled, wiping at her eyes. 

For a moment- a second -Luis is transported fifteen years back in time. To an overly-familiar living room, but instead of Vanessa, it’s his mother weeping quietly. She didn’t do it often, choosing to hide herself away on the days she couldn’t bear to face the outside world. But every once in a while, when it all became too much, she would break down. 

He had been a child then. Frozen in place and helpless. Useless.

But he wasn’t a child anymore. 

Luis wrapped his arms around Vanessa, hugging her close. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through,” he said. “And I can’t tell you everything will work out.”

She sniffled again, hugging him back. 

“But I promise you that I’m not going anywhere. I won’t leave you.” 

Vanessa just hugged him tighter in acknowledgment.

They sat together for a little while. Long enough for the neighbors’ TV to turn to another program. He’d never felt so warm, or….happy before. But eventually, when Vanessa finally started to pull away, he let go. 

“Thank you, Lu.”

“Anytime,” he said, meaning it with every fiber of his being. “Anytime.”

Vanessa smiled but it quickly turned to a frown. “We still don’t have anything for Gregory’s birthday.”

Luis pulls his phone out. “Well, it’s a little late to do anything about it now.” Sensing her growing worry, he hurriedly added, “we can worry about it tomorrow.”

“Yeah….you’re right.” She settled back onto the couch, leaning her head on Luis’ shoulder. 

The action took him by surprise. He tensed up, afraid if he made the tiniest movement, Vanessa might startle - shattering their rare (near nonexistent) peace. 

He shifted to make himself more comfortable, and Vanessa followed, head still on his shoulder. Luis gingerly brushed a strand of hair out of her face, soothing it behind her ear. 

She fell asleep quickly. No doubt completely drained from their earlier endeavor through the mall. He winced, guilty (even if it wasn’t his fault. He should have known better. He does know better.)

As careful as he could, Luis stood up. He kept her head supported, so she didn’t flop over. With some effort, he managed to lift Vanessa into his arms-bridal style-and head to the guest room where Gregory was.

Luis laid her down on the bed, tucking her in. He stood in the doorway for a minute, smiling fondly, before shutting the door quietly, and backtracking to the living room.

-x-x-x-

Vanessa yawned, stretching her arms. The couch she’d been laying on was cramped and much too small to be slept on. Still, judging by the light streaming in through the moth-eaten curtains, she had done just that. 

She sat up. The leftovers Luis and her had shared yesterday had been cleaned up, and everything else seemed to be in place. Vanessa smiled.

Luis was truly one of a kind. 

Getting to her feet, she started her normal daily routine. Luis had probably gone home. Though, she supposed she’d see him today at some point. 

It was quiet. 

That was the first thing she realized after the morning grogginess disappeared. Way too quiet, like if she dropped a pin the sound would be ear-splittingly loud. She ignored it, if only because her anxiety tended to get the best of her, and if she as up this early, she most likely had a shift today. 

She thought of Gregory as she brushed her hair, pulling it into a ponytail. It kind of surprised her that he'd slept for this long. Most kids his age would be up with the sun, but Gregory hadn’t made a peep since Luis brought him here a little after lunchtime. 

Vanessa hummed, heading for her guest room. The door was closed with a note taped to the door. She squinted at it. It was blurry, and she didn't have the energy to try to decipher it. It was most likely Luis just telling her he went home. 

She opened the door. The playpen was pushed up against the twin bed in the center of the room. From her spot in the doorway, she could see a small lump under a blanket in the playpen. 

“Gregory,” she called softly, going to the playpen. “Time to wake up.”

Nothing. 

She laughed a little, nervousness bubbling up in her like a shaken-up pop can. “Greg…?” She called again, standing over the playpen. 

Nothing.

“Are you-” Her hand touched something warm and wet. No longer able to keep her worst thoughts at bay, Vanessa yanked the blanket off of Gregory.

Screaming.

"Who’s screaming?" She thought to herself; her last coherent thought before running from the room. 

In her hallway, the image of Gregory, bloody and twisted and-

She dry heaved at the thought. The smell was too strong. It was everywhere. She needed to leave. Needed to get out.

OhmygodGregoryI’msorryimsorryimsorry…

The room spun. Her stomach twisted, and she scrambled to find her phone. NeedtocallLuisLuisLuis….

She felt feverishly hot, and it was hard to focus on anything. Her hands trembled, making searching a near herculean task. 

“Oh, Blondie.”

Vanessa tensed, blood running cold. 

Ineedtorunrunrunrun!

“Missing something?”

Slowly, she turned to face the subject of all her worst nightmares. A being made from her own twisted and corrupted consciousness. 

“Vanny,” she gritted out. 

“Vanessa,” Vanny said back, tilting her head, “Long time, no see.”

“W-what do you want?” Looking down helped her panic a little. Anything to avoid looking into those soulless red eyes. 

“Hm…? Let’s see…” Vanny giggled, the sound grating, echoing off the walls. She crept closer. Vanessa refused to look up. “Oh, can’t you look at me?” There’s a mocking edge to her tone, like she’s enjoying all this. 

Like she was enjoying tormenting Vanessa. 

“L-leave me alone,” she croaked out, bringing one of her arms up to create some distance. 

“You knew it was too good to last. He gave you time off. Really, you should be grateful.”

“No! No! No!” She shook her head frantically. “Getawaygetawayfromme-”

Vanessa sat bolt upward, hand over her racing heart. It was dark, nearly pitch-black, save for the dim light from the street lamps that showed through her makeshift curtain. 

Relief floods her. It had all been a dream. A terrible, horrible, awful dream, but a dream nonetheless. 

Still, she can’t shake the feeling of dread. 

“Hic… Mama …Hic…” 

Vanessa scrambled to look into the playpen. She had to squint, but she could make out Gregory’s trembling form. “Here, Greg,” she said, voice groggy. With all the care of a mother, she lifted him from the playpen and held him close. “What’s wrong?” 

He shakes his head. 

“Bad dream?”

He nodded, tucking closer to her. His messy hair tickles her chin. 

“Ah, I get those a lot. They aren’t fun.”

Gregory didn’t acknowledge her, but he did stop trembling. And his hiccups and sniffles slowly tapered off. 

She stroked his hair, even after he fell asleep. Hoping that the gesture brought him some sort of comfort while he slumbered. 

“Goodnight, Gregory,” she murmured, words slurring as she fights against sleep. “I’m glad I met you.”

-x-x-x-

Waking up was always hard. It was harder still when you spent the night on a couch, limbs curled at awkward angles to fit. Luis yawned, stretching his aching arms above his head. Dim morning light streamed in through the window. 

He rubbed at his eyes, untangling himself from the couch. A quick glance at his phone told him that it was only seven in the morning. Which meant, considering it was her day off, Vanessa was unlikely to be up anytime soon. And Gregory seemed fine at the moment. 

Luis combed his hair with his fingers, scanning the room for paper and a pen. A list formed in his mind, everything they’d need for an impromptu birthday celebration. 

-x-x-x-

The next time Vanessa woke up, it was to a pudgy finger poking her cheek. When she looks down, Gregory’s big brown eyes stared up at her with all the guilelessness of a child. 

“Hi,” he giggled, patting her on the head. “Mama ‘Nessa, up now?”

“Yep. I’m up.”

Gregory smiles.

She tried her best to put her awful nightmare out of her mind. But bits and pieces snuck through to haunt her. The coppery scent of blood. The image of Gregory d-

Vanessa shook her head. “How do pancakes sound?”

“Yay!” Gregory cheers.

-x-x-x-

The mall was dead by the time Luis got there. Which might be surprising in any other town, but it was quite frankly a miracle that the mall got any business at all.

He started his shopping at a party store. Looking at the various themes, Luis comes to the horrifying revelation that neither Vanessa, nor he knew what Gregory really liked. Sure, they had a vague idea. Kind of. 

But, staring at the wall covered wall-to-wall in anything kid-friendly you could possibly think of, he didn’t feel very confident. 

He looked down at his phone. Maybe Vanessa could ask Gregory? Luis put his phone away. No, that felt like cheating. And she might still be sleeping.

Maybe a worker could help him narrow it down? He glanced around and found no one around him in the aisle, save for a rugged-looking man. 

“Hey,” he said, tapping the man on the shoulder.

The man jumped a little. 

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No,” the man said, his accent familiar but hard to place. He resisted the urge to ask about it. “I’m fine. I startle easily. Not your fault.”

Luis nodded. “Still, sorry. I was wondering if you could help me pick out a theme?”

“Uh…sure. Who is it for?”

Luis had to think for a moment before he answered. “My kid. He’s turning four.”

The man blanched. “Oh,” he murmured. 

Luis laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, and I’m kind of hopeless at this. My-” he tried to think of the correct term to call Vanessa, “...Partner is usually the one that does all the shopping.”

The man cleared his throat and wiped at his eyes.

“I- sorry, if I upset you, Mister….”

“No, no, I’m fine.” The man wiped at his eyes one last time before regarding Luis with a serious expression. “Let’s start with the plates, cups, and utensils. It’s probably the easiest part.”

-x-x-x-

“Would you like to stir?” Vanessa asks, looking over to Gregory who’s standing on a chair, watching her eagerly put the mixture together. 

“Yes, please!” 

She held the bowl tightly, while he put all his strength into mixing everything together. It was a team effort, but it didn’t take long for Gregory to grow bored. 

“All done!” He announced.

“Already?” She teased, reaching over to brush some flour off his nose. 

“Uh, huh.” 

“Well, after we’re done here, what do you want to do next?”

Gregory shrugged. 

“You don’t know?”

He giggled, shaking his head. 

“Well, that’s okay. I have something really fun planned.”

-x-x-x-

It’s noon by the time he picked up the necessary supplies for the party. The man he met earlier had to run an errand (something about needing to talk to security), but reassured Luis he’d be right back. 

Luis wandered aimlessly, pacing. Anything to help time move faster. He really didn’t want to pick out Gregory’s gift himself.

Not for the first time, he wished Vanessa was here with him. 

-x-x-x-

“And push that button to jump,” Vanessa instructed Gregory, holding her hands over his. An old Nintendo 64 controller in his hands. On the screen, Mario jumped. 

“I…I did that!” Gregory cheered. “Do it again!” She helps him push the button again. Carefully, Vanessa guided him through the level. Every little trick, sending him into a fit of excited giggles. He sent wide-eyed looks back at her.

She laughed, enjoying every minute of it. 

-x-x-x-

“Hey, thanks again for helping me out. I really appreciate it,” Luis said, walking with the man to the door. 

“No problem.”

“You seem to know a lot about what kids like. Do you have one?” Realizing how strange that might sound, he hurriedly rephrased it, “I mean, are you a parent?”

“I’d like to think so.”

Luis couldn’t comprehend what he meant by that, so he nodded along politely. The man had been helpful enough anyway. As he hurried away, to the relative safety of his car, Luis couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit bad for the guy. He seemed all alone, lost in thought, and not all the way there. 

Hopefully, he found what he was looking for.

-x-x-x-

Luis made one last stop on his way back, for pizza. 

One would think, with his job, and the almost steel-grip monopoly Faz-Entertainment has on pizza, he’d want nothing to do with it. But, actually, outside his mom’s home cooking, it was his favorite food. 

(Especially when it comes from anywhere that isn’t the Pizzaplex). 

He placed an order with the first place he could find on Google. Luis was told it would take twenty minutes to make - not like he had anything to do. Fortunately, the pizzeria was connected to an old thrift store. The building, old, and sign faded with the weather and age. 

He vaguely remembered coming here as a child. Occasionally, Luis would find something cool, like a book, or movie. Though, mostly, he just followed his mom around the store as she searched through the clothes with a speed so agonizingly slow it would make a sloth jealous. 

A little old lady sat at the register, reading a book. She smiled at him before returning to her book. 

The place smelled of dust and mildew. The store felt smaller, somehow (or maybe he’s just older). It was an odd feeling, finally being taller than the clothing racks he used to hide in the center of. 

He headed straight for the back where the toys, books, and movies were stored. He already had a present for Gregory, but maybe he could snag a few children’s books. Or a movie that he could put on for a movie-

Luis stopped mid-step. Freezing in place, his eyes lock on the item in front of him.

Down, at the very end of the aisle, laying haphazardly on the floor was a stuffed bunny rabbit. Its beady red eyes stared into his soul. The thing had two pink dots on each side of its face. 

For a minute, a second, a millisecond, Luis was no longer standing in a thrift store. 

He was holding Vanessa as she sobbed. She was making little sense, her words blended together, and her tone bordered on hysterical. 

“I- he…I don’t want to go back, Lu! Help me! I can’t go back! It hurts…so, so much. And I hurt others, and I’m not me!” She had pleaded with him back then, and he hadn’t understood at the time. At least not at that exact moment. All for he knew for certain was two things:

One, his best friend was in crisis (either one of her own makings, or of someone else’s design). 

And two, the bunny costume-stitched together with various patches-seems like an odd choice to wear to their workplace. The only piece missing being the head, or mask. 

He’d been more concerned about the former, rather than the latter. Though, in hindsight, he should have put more stock into that part of the equation. 

More than anything in the entire world, Luis wished he had believed her then. It would have saved her (and others) from so much pain. It wasn’t until weeks later, that he had an opportunity to watch some of the footage from her previous job. 

How that monster got its claws into her, turning her into something that she wasn’t, warping her perception of reality. 

Luis’ phone beeped twice, shaking him from his thoughts. He pulled his phone from his pocket, not taking his eyes off the plush. 

Two text notifications filled his lock screen. One from the pizza place next door telling Luis his food was ready, and one from Vanessa.

He hurriedly opens the second one. 

The text was a picture, taken by Vanessa, of Gregory and her. Both of them are sitting at the coffee table, crayons and crumpled paper covering the surface. 

Luis smiled, thankful for the distraction. 

-x-x-x- 

Later that night, after dinner (thank you, Luis!), dessert, and some video games, they both sat at Gregory’s bedside (he asked very nicely to sleep in the same bed as Vanessa, instead of the playpen). 

“I want a story,” he said, fiddling with a loose string on the comforter. 

“A story?” Vanessa asked. “About what?”

Gregory shrugged his shoulders. “I dunno.” 

Luis chuckled, ruffling the boy’s hair. “Silly.” 

“Once upon a time ,” Vanessa began, “There lived a princess in a faraway land. She ruled over a vast kingdom, with many, many people. Her royal subjects loved her, and her kindness and generosity were well-known. For not only was she their princess, but also a beacon of hope. The princess welcomed the needy into her castle fairly often, offering them food and shelter.” She frowned. “Until one day, the curious princess awoke an ancient evil.”

“And then?” Gregory pressed, staring up at her intently. “What happens next?”

Luis squeezed her arm, silently supporting her.

“And then, the evil overtook the princess, possessing her.” It occurred to Vanessa that Gregory might not understand the words she was using, but he continued to listen anyway. “Her people noticed their princess behaving strangely. No longer as warm. The doors to the castle no longer open to those in need. Her temper was shorter, and she could sometimes be found talking to the open air.”

Vanessa soothed Gregory’s hair from his eyes. 

“Meanwhile, the evil continued to grow. Gaining power and influence. It kept growing, and eventually it expanded outwards, trapping people. Feeding off their life force, but not doing much more. The ancient evil tormented the girl, day in and day out, frustrated with its lack of progress.”

Luis squeezed her hand. 

“But,” she said, “All hope was not lost, for the princess’ friend, the knight in shining armor, grew worried when she stopped sending letters to him. He went straight to her castle.”

“Was the princess, okay?” Gregory asked, genuine concern in his eyes. 

Vanessa smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. “So, the knight traveled to her castle. Except, when he got there, no one was home. This was strange as he’s always known the princess to welcome everyone into the castle. But there he stood on the doorstep, with no sign of her. He was about to call out to her, when the most peculiar thing happened.” She paused. “The door creaked open, but when he entered, no one was there. The castle was completely empty.”

Another squeeze. 

“But he entered anyway, feeling like his friend-the princess-needed help. At the very least, he had traveled very far and wanted to make sure she was okay. So, he crept up steep stairs and down winding hallways. Until finally, he came across a door that was slightly ajar.”

Gregory blinked up at her, tiny hands gripping her shirt. Like he can sense her uneasiness. (Or maybe her story is making him feel uneasy.)

“He knocked on the door, announcing his presence. ” She mimicked the sound of someone knocking on a door. “'Hello’, the knight called out, ‘Is anyone there?’ But no one answered him. The room was an office of some sort. Tiny and the desk was cluttered with papers, books, and other knick-knacks. Curiosity soon took over the knight. He looked through the papers on the desk, hoping to find a reason why no one was there. But he found…nothing.”

“Nothing?” Gregory echos.

“Nothing,” she repeated, nodding. “That is until he comes across a little leather-bound journal. The princess’ diary! He recognized it, as the princess rarely went anywhere without it. The knight flipped through the pages, hoping beyond hope that she left a hint as to what happened in its yellowed pages. And then, as if all his prayers were being answered, he came across a page of scribbles. A drawing of an entity in red and purple crayon. A chill swept the room. He flipped to the next page. A list of sorts is laid out. ‘Help me,’ it started, ‘It won’t let me leave. I don’t want to hurt anyone else. All the books I found say I need to serve the thing’s connection to the mortal plain. But what could it possibly be attached to? It is not human. It has no earthly attachments. Perhaps I just need to research more…’”

She felt tears starting to brim in her eyes. 

“There were no other notes after that. The knight’s worry grew tenfold. He tore through the room, searching for this so-called “attachment.” He just knew there had to be something, anything to prove it was all for naught. In a little box he found a small, glowing orb. This, he rejoiced, must be one of the entity’s attachments. He had no idea how many there were, only that he likely needed to collect the orbs. He ran from the room, searching high and low for the orbs. At one point, he even came across the princess… ” Her voice shook slightly, guilt returning with a vengeance. “She- but she wasn’t well. She fought the knight, not recognizing him. The evil had won out, completely taking her over.” 

Vanessa couldn’t bring herself to smile. 

“But, thankfully for the princess, the knight was stubborn. He pushed onwards, collecting the orbs. Upon getting the third one, a wondrous thing happened.” 

“What happened, Mama ‘Nessa?” Gregory pressed, half-sleep. 

“The evil was banished back to where it had come. The knight had succeeded, the princess was saved! Because of the knight’s persistence, she was back to her warm, welcoming self.”

She glanced over at Gregory, who was fast asleep. 

“And they all lived happily ever after.”