So I was right last week…about a lot of things, I’m sure, but specifically, that I was getting sick. So here I am, wrapped in a blanket with a warm dog on my tender tummy, looking like I just woke up, which I did, and let me tell you, after I finish this post, I’m going right back to bed. Me being sick is deeply distressing to my dog, Dobby, who has spent most of her time attempting to comfort me in dog-ways. She brings me her toys, defends me against the cat (who could not care less about me on the best of days and actively wants nothing to do with me when I’m sick), and does her best to heal me according to the ancient dog-wisdom of licking me until the germs are so soggy and disgusted that they leave on their own. Unfortunately, my germs are, like me, too tired to go anywhere. Posting the newest chapter of my FNAF fanfic, Everything is All Right, Part IV: New Faces, Old Bones is the most productive I’ve been all week and it’s Friday.  But hey, grab your victories wherever you can, right? And I won’t be sick forever. (‘True. Eventually, I’ll die.’ ‘Shut up, brain.’)

Anyway, new chapter. Head on over to archiveofourown.org or fanfiction.net and check it out. See you next fortnight!

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“I’ll go get the others,” Ana said, turning the empty cart around and tucking the restraints up around the handle. “You coming?”

“No, I think I’m going to make a little more space here.”

Ana nodded, but her eyes narrowed. “Okay, so…before I step out, I’m going to say something and I need to hear you say you understand and you agree.”

“I’m listening,” Yoshi said with a quizzical smile.

“Good. I don’t want you touching my toys unless I’m there to watch you do it. You can catalogue the spare parts, work on the new skins, or do whatever voodoo you do on the computers, but unless I am physically present, you keep your hands off my animatronics like they were made of spiders, you got that?”

“I’m sorry…what?”

“You heard me. And I’m aware it’s unreasonable, but this is a hard line and I want to hear you say you’ll toe it or we have no deal. You’re going to have plenty of chances to do something sneaky behind my back, but believe me, I will find out about it and when I do, I will make you very sorry for a very, very short span of time. Do right by me and that will be the only time I ever threaten you,” Ana went on, quietly overriding Yoshi’s startled stammering. “Do me wrong…” She paused, pretending to think while holding his gaze, then affected a little shrug and finished, “Well, that’ll still be the last time, but it’ll end a whole lot worse. You need to ask me what that means?”

Yoshi stared, then slowly raised his hand and said, “Are you being serious right now?”

“Is that your way of telling me I need to convince you before you take me seriously?” Ana put a hand on the nearest worktable, close to, but not quite touching, a large screwdriver. “Because we can do that.”

“No! I just…um…want to make sure you’re not messing with me, because…you know…people mess with me a lot. And I can take a joke! If it’s a joke.”

“It’s not. These guys are special to me,” she said, looking over at Bonnie. “If I seem like a bitch right now, it’s only because they are so important to me. Shit happens and most of the time, I can be very sympathetic toward the author of the unintended fuck-up, but where these guys are concerned—” She shifted her gaze from Bonnie to Yoshi, giving him the full force of her icy blue stare. “—I have no chill at all.”