fnafverse oneshots

💙(pdp) replacement

Au: swap au
Tw: identity issues and talks of death
Type: Angst

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Back and forth, back and forth. Dylan sighed. There wasn't much to do other than clean the bar

Not many people were online. Just him and his thoughts

He hopped over the bar due to not wanting to go around

He looked at his hand...a hand that isn't his in an odd way

He touched his hair...her hair? No his that's what Fylan said

But he also said Dylan was based on his mother, so was this body truly his?

It was, it all was. The difference is that he is meant to be someone or not... Confusing

He sighed, he was built to be a replacement of Valerie, a way for Fylan to feel better

So that's who he is...right? That's what he is meant to be, he is meant to be her, but is he? Does he act the way she does? Can he live up to her, is he doing his job right

What is his job? To work at the bar or to be a parent

Fylan tells him he's not her but then says he acts fatherly that he's meant to

It's too difficult, it's not much pressure

He wrapped his arms around himself and walked into parts and service

The only animatronics in there were Candy security and origami. Though they were offline

A piece of hair fell in front of his face, he pushed it behind his ear... Wonder if she did that, wonder if everything he does...she did

Is he truly his own person if he was based off someone, if he was meant to be someone

That meant he was meant to act like her...he was made to be...so could he truly ever be himself?

Plus what would he even do? He looked ovee to the door which led to the basement

He took a deep breath and walked over, opening the door

He looked to the left where that cat suit was, he went and sat across from her

He sighed "erm...hello"

He'd never done this before, talked to her like how Fylan, Davy, Vincent, Molten and Anna did

Most never did, most didn't need to or had the want to

"It's um...nice to speak to you" Dylan says

He put his legs against his chest, he felt his grin grow tighter

It wasn't nice...

He felt eyes in his eyes "you know he misses you a lot"

"He made me because of you to be you.... I don't want to be you...or I do? Not like that but to be there to...to"

"UGH!" he slammed his fist into the box behind him

"WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE!" He shouted "why do I have to deal with the after math..."

"Why do I have to deal with the problems with being the parent...when I don't know if that's what I want" he says

"I- I don't know what I want" he admitted "what am i? Who am I without you?"

He got up and stond infront of thr suit "if you didn't die he would be happy...they would and I wouldn't have to deal with this"

He bet down putting his hands in the suits shoulders "why? Why was I made like this? Why did it have to be me? Everything I do, I don't lnow if it's me or you"

"Did he program me to be like you? If nit am I still ment to? Am I ment to learn?" Dylan didn't know what to do...

"I have nothing if I'm not you, I-I want to be you I want to fulfill this purpose" he admitted "I have nothing else but that..."

He got up, still gripping the sholders of the suit, so it too was kinds standing

"Why did you die...why is that far?" He felt the tears fall down his face

He had so mhch anger...so much he had to keep down and hiden

"IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU I WOULDN'T BE DEALING WITH THIS SHIT!" He yelled as his grio grew stronger on the suit

"WHY DID YOU DIE? WHY YOU! HOW IS THAT FAIR!"

"WHY DID I HAVE TO BE YOUR DAMN REPLACEMENT! I NEVER ASKED FOR THIS!"

He started to take deep breaths "this...why am I yelling at you?"

He let go of her shoulders, letting the suit fall to the ground

He let his arms fall to his sides "it's not your fault... it's no one's"

"But why am I so angry?" He asked knowing he wouldn't get an answer

"I..I just...I hate this not knowing what I want"

"I hate dealing with that fact that I want to be you, to fulfill that purpose yet he doesn't want that"

"But what am I without you? Who am I?" He says "I know I'm Dylan that's me...but who is Dylan? Other to be a bartender and to be you?"

He sighed and left the room, once the door shut he slide down it, legs against his chest with his messy blonde hair

He covered his eyes with his hands "I hate this...I hate this so much" he cried out

Then took a deep breath "I'm fine... I'm fine.. I'm... I'm... I'm not fine...."

He laughed "I'm not fine..I'm no where near fine"

He wipped his tears "I'm going to wonderheart...I need a break"

He then got up and left the room