IMPORTANT NOTE: The following was writting in a stream where i lost my drawing tablet pen and decided to write instead. Prepare for an AMAZING SHIP CALLED ONIMIKELER WITH THREE GAY CUTIES named Onity, Tyler, and Mike. Onity is from EnderOni, Mike is from FnaTC/NnaTC, and Tyler is well you should know who he is if you follow me. 

so onto adventures. 

let me know what you think!

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LISTEN UP GUYS WERE WRITING GOD DAMN ONIMIKELER FICS

BECOUSE I CANT DRAW SO MIGHT AS WELL WRITE

HMMMM letss seee

Give me a oneshot idea :3

oh mike's nightmares. Ima do that.

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He woke up, gasping for air again. His eyes had to take a moment to get used to the darkness of the bedroom, as it was 2 AM in the morning. He sat up in the bed, trying to calm down. But yet, he couldn't. He kept remembering his nightmare, as it wouldn't leave him alone. He heard their screams still and saw their disgusting, broken, metal faces. Mike left that job months ago and yet those animatronics were still finding ways to make his life a living hell.

His heart rate slowed down by just a bit, and Mike rubbed some of the sweat off his head onto his blanket. He turned to get out of bed, but stopped for a second. He looked over to his right to see Onity and Tyler both still sleeping peacefully under the covers. They didn't seem to be having any bad dreams, which made Mike envious of them. They could sleep soundly, however even since he left Freddy's, Mike found that he no longer had that ability.

Mike finally got up, making sure not to wake up the other two. He made his way out of the room, opening and closing the door quietly. Pausing for a second, he sighed, and started to walk down the hallway. But thats when he saw it. At the end of the hallway, a light flickering, and it standing there. It stood there, glareing him down. It's mouth was open, and blood dripped from it's metal skin. The smell of blood made Mike cough.

It didn't move unless Mike did. Mike took a step forward, the doorway to the kitchen being right between them. With one step, Mike found that it would step forward. It copied his moves. Mike's heart started echoing in his ears again, and he found himself stuck like a deer in headlights. There was no way he could get away from it. He started to sweat again, and the longer he saw the beast eyeing him, the more he had to hold back the urge to scream.

"L-leave me alone..." Mike shook his head, mumbling under his breath. The beast didn't hear him, so he said it again, only louder. "L-LEAVE ME ALONE!"

With that, Mike took the risk, and shot down the hallway, running into the kitchen, almost missing and hitting his shoulder in the doorway. He swore he had heard the beast move after him. With socks on the kitchen floor, Mike instantly fell to the slippery white and black floor, a loud thud echoing throughout the house. Mike got up, and turned to see the animatronic beast right behind him. He backed away, but found himself cornered. He couldn't save himself. His energy, his power, was all out. And it was only 2 AM.

Mike found himself on the floor again, his knees to his chest, and his body shivering uncontrollably. His hands grabbed at his head as he cried, scared to death by the monster in front of him. Why wouldn't it leave him alone!? He heard it's metal body move, but he didn't dare look up at it. Memories of their screams from months ago replayed in his mind and he couldn't take it anymore. And with all that was going on inside his head, projecting out into his sight so that he believed it was actually happening, a major headache beat its way into his skull.

"Mike"

He heard a voice. It sounded like metal.

"Mike..."

He heard another voice. It sounded like it was recorded. It sounded so familiar. Like it was off a phone

"MIKE!"

Again! His name! Mike covered his face with his arms, hiding in the corner of the kitchen. It was getting worse. This had been his worst episode yet.

"MIKE! MIKE! WHAT HAPPENED?"

But the voices began to change. They weren't' scary anymore. He didn't know if he could trust them though. After everything he'd woken up to go through. The monster was probably tricking him.

"MIKE GET UP!"

Though his head still hurt and his body still shivered, the voice continued to grow less and less scary.

A hand grabbed his shoulder, and mike was about to try to shake it off, but found himself being pulled up off the floor. There was no way he could hide himself anymore.

"Mike. My lord, are you okay?"

Mike stared in front of him to see Tyler and Onity, looking very very worried. The two saw him standing, shaking, and tears rolling down his face. He looked like he hadn't slept in years.

"You had another dream again, didn't you?" Tyler asked and Mike nodded his head.

"We heard a loud thump. Did you get hurt?" Onity asked.

Mike couldn't answer. Everything that had just happened was a blur.

"O-Onity, can you get him some water." Tyler told Onity, who turned to get a glass to fill with water.

"You want to go sit down at the table?" Tyler asked Mike, who sighed and nodded his head. Going back to sleep wouldn't help.

Tyler helped-

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(this story ends here, a different one begins below)

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He should have waited longer, because stepping back inside at 2 in the morning was a very bad choice. Onity was a complete mess, and he was surprised that nobody had seen him as he walked home from town. His clothes were a mess and blood stained his body, but he hoped that he'd have enough time to take a shower and get rid of the torn clothing before the other two would find him. Being tired and ready to pass out in bed, Onity reached for the door knob and opened the front door, stepping back inside his home.

He stopped when two figures stood in eyesight of the front door. He looked over to see Tyler and Mike, and they were looking right back at him. With a gasp, the two ran over to him, and he closed the door behind him.

"WHAT THE FUCK, ONITY!?" Tyler shouted, pointing out the nonhuman's appearance.

"What did you do?" Mike questioned.

Onity didn't speak. The two were mad at him, and he knew that nothing he could say would convince him that he didn't just go out and kill somebody for no real good reason. He was like a dog who had to face their owner after breaking a vase or something, knowing that they did something horribly wrong.

"Onity, talk to us, please." Tyler begged. Tyler and Mike didn't dare grab Onity's hand or shoulder, as they didn't want to get somebody's blood on them.

"You can't hide anymore, Onity. Please tell us what happened." Mike said, trying to use a calmer voice. Being angry and yelling would only make Onity want to run away.

Onity shook. He knew that one day he'd have to confront them about what he did, but he didn't think it would be so soon. Sure, the local news wouldn't shut up about what he did, but nobody would ever be able to connect him to those murders. He wasn't stupid. It was in his DNA to commit murder, so you'd think he'd know how to do it right.

"We...we won't hurt you, Onity. Please, we want to help you, but you have to tell us what you did." Mike said.

Onity wanted to believe that if he told them about all the people he had killed just to satisfy his bloodthrist, that they would forgive him. Would they? They were the only humans that understood him and cared for him. If they were to leave him or hurt him, Onity would have nowhere to go other then back to the mansion, locking himself away for the rest of his lift time.

"S-Speak to us, O-onity!" Tyler begged again, and Onity looked down at the shorter one to see tears in his eyes. If he continued to hold back, he'd be hurting them. Hell, he was already hurting them. He was such a terrible boyfriend to them.

"I....I...." Onity tried to find words, but he still had trouble. What was the point in hiding anymore? Didn't he want to stop hurting them? But would the pain really go away once he told them the truth? No, they would have to continue living with him, hiding his secret, and worrying about him when he goes out. Worrying about him getting caught, and hoping that he doesn;t make a wrong move. And they probably would feel sorry for the victims. Well, he did too. He tried to target people who looked mean and evil, but Onity had to admit that there were nights that he couldn't do that.

"ONITY!" Tyler shouted, grabbing Onity's shoulders to shake him. "Come on!"

Onity stared at Tyler again, and the two realized that now blood stained Tyler's hands. If Tyler had truly been scared of Onity at that moment, he wouldn't have made that move. Onity shook his head and stepped to the side, kicking off his messy shoes.

"I...I can't help it...." Onity sniffled. Tears were coming to his own eyes, and he tried to fight them, but he couldn't win that fight.

"Can't...can't help what?" Mike asked.

"I can't help the fact that this urge to kill runs through my veins!" Onity's voice became louder. "I'm not Human! I don't belong in a world where killing is viewed to be the worst thing you could ever do! Back home, sure it wasn't right to kill someone of your own kind, but we could hunt for our food and that was it! Our blood thirsty urges were cared for! But it's not like that here!"

Tyler and Mike were surprised. Onity didn't talk much about his kind or his home. Considering the fact that Onity had spent a long time alone in the mansion, it was questionable how much Onity actually experience in the place he was born. How old was he when he somehow found himself in a different world? Did he even remember?

"How...how long have you been doing this?" Tyler asked.

Onity took in a deep breath, trying to stop his tears but they wouldn't end. "You remember a month or two ago, when the first murder happened on the local news and the whole town was talking about it? T-The g-girl found dead beside the bar. They though some drunkard did it b-but...the bar had nothing to do with her death."

"You killed her...?" Mike asked.

Onity nodded his head. "I DIDN'T WANT TO. B-BUT I COULDN'T STOP MYSELF. I STILL REMEMBER HER CRYING, BEGGING ME TO STOP."

Onity nearly fell to the floor as memories from all the people he'd killed returned to him at one time, overwhelming him. Tyler and Mike tried helping him up, but found that it was better just to sit with him on the floor. The two sat beside the crying Oni, trying their best to help him. Tyler and Mike still weren't sure what to say. They couldn't just continue letting Onity murder innocent people, but they loved Onity and didn't want him to suffer or feel alone.

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