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(Art trade for @akiirama <3 This is a story about their Vanny I wrote, but don’t take this as canon in their AU because I took a lot of artistic freedom.)

Vannessa stared down at the red and white cassette tapes, finally all in the same place.

When she had first started beta testing, she’d complied a little notebook, marking glitches or broken maps to fix later, or just email one of the other about it if it was a complex coding thing since that wasn’t Vanny’s department, but everything seemed fuctional.

Despite the whole lawsuit situation that had gone down with during the first beta test, Parasol Games had actually given them a pretty much completed copy. Aside from modifying the occasional bug or re-texturing and reanimating the animatronic models after a failed jump scare, there wasn’t much for Vanny to fix.

She wasn’t against this at all, since she had to admit the quality of the game was pretty damn good. It really felt like she was down in that old pizziaria, investigating the case herself, or like she was an actual night guard at Freddy’s being haunted by possessed robots. It was the same bonkers and crazy supernatural themed fun that had got her into the whole idea of working on the game in the first place.

This motive of beta-testing had than been immediantly shattered when she found the first tape.

There had to be a reason for these tapes, right? They wouldn’t just be an object she could pick and collect for no reason, right? So she’d searched around a bit, and lo and behold, there was a convenient secret room with a convenient tape recorder.

And oh boy, did it get better from there.

An ongoing conspiracy about the very game she was working on with some “malicious code”? That was likely going to be the downfall of a corporation with a history of covering up shady shit? Now that was something interesting.

She’d been hunting the tapes all down for the past week, looking in every nook and cranny for the elusive things.

Her notebook was full of theories as to what the girl in the recording, (she’d taken to calling her “Tape Girl”) was going on about, and what could’ve been in the parts she left out of her story.

After she started collecting them, she’d started seeing something. A figure, waving at her from the hallway.

If it was a minigame they’d made as a surprise or a bonus level, it wasn’t doing anything. All it did was just… stand there.

No jumpscare, no noticable mechanisms, hell, she’d even checked the files and code, and it was like it didn’t exist.

But it clearly did, and it was getting annoying to just have them staring at her from the distance for no reason whatsoever.

She assumed that Tape Girl was agreeing with her about the weirdness of it all, since if she wasn’t talking about the figure in her second message, why did it start to show up after she mentioned it? And why did she talk about it like it had a mind of its own?

As she collected more tapes, it came closer, and she could see what it really looked like. It was a gold rabbit wearing a purple vest, but unlike Bonnie or even that edgy version of him called Springtrap, it looked like an actual mascot suit. She could even see the stitching on it as it got closer.

She’d tried talking to it, but it didn’t react, or more accurately, it seemed like it couldn’t react. It was stuck in a loop, replaying the same animation over and over again.

Then Tape Girl had started talking about Jeremy, about how strange he was acting, about things he saw. Apparently, he’d seen the same figure, and started talking to it, and it actually responded.

Vanny had been slightly nervous when she found the next tape after that. Apparently, Jeremy had just sort of gone crazy, nightmares, talking to himself, and it seemed to get worse every day.

When hearing the final tape Tape Girl talked about Jeremy, Vanny had a pretty big hunch that he was either dead, or he had killed someone after all that talk of a guillotine paper slicer. She’d looked up pictures of them, and you could probably behead or tear someone’s face off with that if you really tried.

Vanny had emailed Anna, asking her about the lawsuit but Anna had just told her that it wasn’t important and that if she had an actual concern to update her.

Tape Girl had said that the next development team would be fed a string of lies to get them to keep finishing the game, and Vanny was starting to believe her. Anna wouldn’t tell them anything, and she didn’t seem to even care when Vanny brought up hidden files from the last team, saying to just “delete them” because they likely were a virus.

And then came the final nail in the coffin. Those Indie horror games that had inspired her to start doing this whole thing in the first place, they were fakes.

Fazbear Entertainment was trying to cover it up, trying to destroy the evidence of what they’d done, but it got worse than that. They were trying to distract people from the Missing Children’s Incident, and probably even destroyed some evidence. If this got out, they would have to re-examine the whole case, and who knows, they might even find something knew.

So when she’d found the second to last tape, telling her to just…give up, Vanny had been a little pissed. But, maybe she could track down the actual Tape Girl, and get her to tell Vanny what was going on, without having to even mess with a virus or the game. And being honest, she was starting to get a little afraid of the figure starting two feet away from her. So, she’d gone into the files, and deleted them.

Instead, she got a pop-up saying the file didn’t exist. She tried multiple times, and absolutely nothing happened.

Maybe I need the last tape, it might have some information or an easier solution, she’d thought to herself, and doubled down on her efforts. And now, she’d done it.

Adjusting her headset, Vanny sighed and placed the last tape in.

“There is a way to kill it. It wants to escape. To escape through someone, someone plugged in the game. That’s you now.”

“I do not like where you’re going with this.” Vanny said aloud, half expecting a reply.

“You have to let it begin the process of leaving through you, then use the disconnect switch I’ve embedded by the main stage. Let it approach you. Let it begin to merge with you. Play the music and flip the switch. That will cause a restart of the game and flush the memory, effectively killing it, I hope. I don’t know when it will come for you.” The recording ended.

Vanny just stood there for a second. This was, by far, not the type of job she was qualified for.

She worked at an IT department, not for the Ghostbusters. She was not equipped to deal with weird glitchy rabbits from horror video games.

But would anyone believe her if she told them? Mark, Steven, and Raha were too busy, Luis was too oblivious, and Anna was stone-cold bitch.

None of them would listen, and Tape Girl seemed pretty worried that if this thing got out. Also, how many times in your life are you able to say you uncovered an elaborate conspiracy theory AND managed to delete a supernatural virus?

Vanny took a deep breath, and exitted the room. “Alright you Silent Hill rabbit-looking motherfucker. Prepare to get exorcised.”

——————————————————-

She was on the floor. Why was she on the floor?

Vanny stood up, her VR headset tilted to the side. She hastily pulled it off and attempted to stand up, the room swirling around her. Her hair had come loose from it’s ponytail, the purple-dyed tips obscuring her vision. As she looked over at the computer, the screen was black. It was very, very bright in here.

Did… did she just pass out? Maybe she got electrocuted by some faulty wires in her headset. That was a thing that happened, right?

Water always helps with a concussion. You should go wash up and drink some water.

Vanny nodded to herself. Yes, that made sense. She’d seen an article about a baseball player who got concussed… and drank water. Good thinking.

She pushed open the door to the Beta Testing room and stumbled towards the restroom. The room did not stop spinning. Should she go to the ER?

No. You’ll feel better after you drink something.

Shut up, me. I am trying to think.

You’re fine.

Before she could continue the conversation with herself, she walked smack into Raha, running down the hall with a clipboard.

Vanny stared up at the ceiling for a couple seconds. It had gotten a lot brighter.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry Ness.” Raha said, quickly fixing her hijab and helping Vannessa up. “I didn’t see you, all you alright?”

Vanny nodded, than started to stare at Raha. She was… glowing. Not very brightly, and not very vividly, but there was a sort of orange hue around her if Vanny squinted. She could almost hear a faint whisper, or a hum…

“Uh, Vannessa?” Raha said, her voice a little concerned.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Sorry I didn’t see you coming, I think I’m just dehydrated. ” Vanny said with a little point to her head. “I just need some water.”

Raha nodded sympathetically. “Alright, but if there’s something else just yell for me, Kay?” With that, she picked up her clipboard, and continued sprinting towards the office.

She’s intriguing. I like her.

“I’ve know her for four months,” Vanny muttered to herself, and pushed open the door the restroom. Was she going crazy? Maybe she really did get electrocuted.

Vanny splashed water over her face, grabbing a papertowel and wiping off her eye shadow, and stared at herself in the mirror. Her long light brown purple streaked hair was messy and frizzy, and there was barely any color in her cheeks. And for some reason, her brown eyes were a light shade of purple. She looked like she’d just gone 72 hours without sleeping and put on colored contacts.

“What is going on?” She muttered as she touched the mirror.

As she did, she saw something else, standing beside her and placing it’s hand on her shoulder, seeming to glitch in and out of existence. It was the rabbit.

She whirled around to see it, instinctively batting away its hand. “What the fuck?! Get the hell away from me!”

It stared at her for second, and then it’s image began to flicker, fading into what seemed to be the shadow of a person.

“I’m afraid that’s impossible,” It said, it’s voice deep and elegant, “You let me out, and now we’re stuck together. For now, at least.” It walked closer towards her, and as it did so it began to take the form of a man.

He was tall, much taller than her, and wore the same star covered vest as before, but now it was in the form of a suit jacket, and paired with a light yellow pair of pants and what seemed to be tap shoes. The strangest part about him was that he seemed to change his appearance every five seconds. The blonde-haired man in the suit was the most common, but she could swear she saw an older blood soaked brunette wearing a purple uniform, the rabbit from earlier, and what appeared to be a version of Springtrap thrown in a blender.

Vanny stared at the man, and before she could stop herself she blurted out, “Why are you British?”

He crossed his arms, and raised an eyebrow at her. “Why are you American?”

She opened her mouth in response but he waved a hand like silencing a child. “That was a rhetorical question, Vannessa.”

“How do you know my name? And how did you get out of the game? What the hell are you?” She questioned, and grabbed a nearby bar of soap like it was a weapon.

“I thought it was obvious. I’m a virus. And if you were paying attention to what that girl said on her records about me, I can do a lot more than invade computers. And I’m not a moron, I do have ears. Your friend called you Vannessa five minutes ago.” He turned around, and waved her towards the door.

When she didn’t follow, he sighed, and turned around the see her glaring at him. “Are you really just going to sit there like a child?”

“A freaky tall rabbit man just showed up out of nowhere and started talking to me about being a virus and saying we’re ‘stuck together’. How would you feel in that situation?”

The two of them glared at each other for second, and Vanny considered seeing if chucking a bar of soap at his head would do anything. Before she could, the man’s expression softened and he hunched over a bit so they were at eye level.

“Oh, Vannessa, I don’t want to hurt you at all! I want to help you!” He smiled, and there was something about his expression that calmed her.

He hadn’t tried to hurt her. In fact, he hadn’t hurt anyone. He was a friend, and she could trust him.

“Why don’t we talk about this somewhere else? It seems like mergeing Remnant takes quite a toll on the host, so it’d be best to go home. ” He said, walking out into the hallway.

Vanny shook her head, and ran out the doorway, pushing him out of the way. “Raha!” She yelled, bolting towards the coding room.

She could hear the man following her, but he walked at a steady pace. Grabbing the door handle, Vanny flung it open to see a very confused looking Raha sitting at her desk.

“Vanny, what’s wrong?” She said, pulling off her headphones as Vanny grabbed her arm.

“There’s a weird dude outside whose talking about being a virus and he came out of the VR game and he’s running around and he has a British accent for some reason and I saw him turn into a rabbit and I think I might be going insane!” Vanny finished without pausing for breath.

Raha stood up and tried to gently pry her arm off. “I’m sorry, what?”

“THERE’S A CRAZY GUY OUTSIDE FOLLOWING ME!” Vanny yelled.

Raha immediately ran to the door, and threw it open. The rabbit man stood in the doorway, and before Vanny could scream for her to look out, Raha stepped through him as if he was made of mist, and looked up and down the hall frantically.

Vanny gaped up at the man, and he waved at her cheerfully like Raha didn’t just literally walk through him.

“Can I come in?” He asked, and upon not receiving an answer stepped inside. Raha followed him a second later, looking confused.

“Vanny, I didn’t see anyone,” She said, apparently also not seeing the man six inches away from her face. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“I-I…” Vanny started, then stopped and met the man’s eyes.

You can trust me.

Vanny blinked and looked back over at Raha. “I think I need to go home.”

“What? Vanny, if there’s someone in the building or you’re having hallucinations, you sho-”

Raha was cut off when Vanny slammed the door shut behind her. She grabbed her bag from the testing room and walked home.

——————————————————-

“You’re name is Glitchtrap?” Vanny said, dumbfounded.

Glitchtrap nodded, and shifted his position on the couch across from her.

“That’s an odd name.”

“You call yourself 'Nessie76’ in your messages, how’s that any different?”

“It’s whole email thing. People create weird long names because it’s not taken yet and you can’t have the same email name as someone. You chose to call yourself 'Glitchtrap’, and that’s an odd name to choose.”

“What’s an email?”

Vanny sighed and stared up at the ceiling. “I can’t believe I’m being possessed by a virus who doesn’t even know what email is.”

“I’m not possessing you,” Glitchtrap said, “I told you, you let me out by mergeing our Remnant. If I was possessing you there would be no need for this conversation because you wouldn’t have free will anymore.”

Vanny stared at him, and he continued to smile eerily at her.

“You said Remnant was like, my soul, right? Doesn’t that mean you’re apart of my soul now? How do you even have a soul?”

Glitchtrap comtemplated this for a moment, tilting his head to the side. “I am still a bit unclear about this myself. From what I gather, I am a mixture of an AI and Remnant. I have memories, of a sort, but they didn’t happen when I was me. I mostly remember the things that impacted to a past me directly, not the little details but the big picture. They happened to someone now dead. I, am what you may call an upgrade.” He smiled at the mention of that word.

“Who were you?”

Glitchtrap shrugged. “A father, a husbend, and I’m pretty sure an actor at some point. I know I was a dancer, and I worked at a restaurant. Made really good homemade fruit punch. Oh, and I was a serial killer.”

Vanny shot up in her seat. “You were a what?”

“Oh yes. I killed… I wanna say twelve people? All of them were children.”

Her heart started racing, she could hear it thumping in her ears. Her head had been swimming from the moment she woke up, but now she was thinking clearly.

Yellow rabbit. British. Child murderer.

“You’re the Fazbear killer.”

“Was.” He corrected.

“I read about you. You used a mascot suit to lure kids to the backroom of Freddy’s, and than you killed them leaving no trace of the bodies. You’re one of the most recognizable killers from the 80’s, who never had a closed case.”

Vanny stared down at him in disbelief. “You’re William Afton.”

He snapped his fingers. “Ah-hah! That’s what my original name was! It was on the tip of my tougue.”

“People respected you, since you were the business side of Freddy’s, so they blamed your partner, Henry. And you let them.”

“Please. Henry was a genius when it came to robotics, but he couldn’t read the room at all. I could’ve framed him, so I think I showed remarkable restraint,” Glitchtrap smiled to himself a little. “Bastard deserved it after what he put me through.”

He looked up at her. “How do you all this?”

“I read it. I’ve been looking into the MCI for like a year, and you were one of the biggest suspects, aside from Henry. People were split about which of you did it, but I always thought it was you. I’ve read every police report on it released to the public, and found some PDFs of the ones they didn’t release.”

“That’s so sweet of you.”

Vanny paced back and forth and ran her fingers through my hair. “I’m being possessed by the ghost of a 60-something serial killer. I am talking to a serial killer.”

She then stopped pacing and sat down on the couch.

“I’m having a conversation with a serial killer who never got caught,” Vanny looked over at Glitchtrap, no William Afton, who was sitting on her couch and talking about his crimes like this was a tea party.

“You need to tell me what happened. Everything.”

William looked over at her and stopped pretending to look at his nails. “I’m sorry, pardon?”

Vanny pulled out her notebook, ripping the pages of her notes on the VR game and making a blank slate.

“I want to know what happened. Tell me everything.”

What's your fav yandere fics by other authors?

Oh boy, there are so many it's hard for me to think of off the top of my head. I am definitely going to miss some but here is a list of the most recent ones (as well as some that I constantly return to) I have read and enjoyed thoroughly:

@chummywchimmy

"Kill to Kiss You"

"Toska"

"Reverence"

"Sweet Bird"

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