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The plan had been astronomically simple. Sneak into the imperial prison, pretend to be a prisoner, and when Valen Dreth falls asleep, sneak into his cell and carry out the Night Mothers will.
The cell he had chosen being Emperor Uriel Septim VII’s escape route was not part of this plan.
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Lucien Lachance unwillingly becomes the Champion of Cyrodiil, and gets an emperor boyfriend along the way.
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blow enough smoke to punch a hole in the ozone by murlocks
Fandoms: Five Nights at Freddy's
12 Jul 2025
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"Please tell me you could at least afford a bedframe, too." The teasing lilt in the man's voice is almost more than Arnold can handle after being awake for this long.
"What? Dispatch, I'm not that broke."
"I know how much they pay you."
"Yes," he sighs, "I do in fact own a bedframe, Dispatch." Stops for a moment. Considers. "It is only a twin, though."
"Shit, Arnie," Dispatch laughs, the late – early – late? hour leaving him loose and carefree. "You're making me feel bad. Am I supposed to offer up my own bed for you? I could let you sleep all curled up at the foot of it, like a dog. Y'know, if you're good," he nearly purrs, and Arnold thanks the Lord above that Fazbear hasn't thought to install cameras overlooking the driver's seats of these vans, yet, because he feels his entire face flash red-hot in an instant.
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Arnold's not even sure how he made it out of that building alive, and he's even less sure what he's supposed to do now that he's managed it. Luckily, Dispatch — the real Dispatch, he can tell this time — is more than willing to provide some much-needed guidance. And some extra help, when Arnold needs it.
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28 Sep 2025
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He knows the job pretty well by now; has been doing it for nearly a year. So it’s not that he needs the guidance from Dispatch, precisely; more that he craves it. Another human voice on the line.
It was the dispatcher himself, that velvet rich voice of his issuing commands or, better yet, those infrequent moments of praise. He’s certain it’s all part of a protocol of speech, words that the man has been instructed to dollop like whipped cream on a slice of cherry pie, but he’s far into the delusion that it’s specially gifted for him alone, a concept he allows himself only once he’s home, behind closed doors.
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28 Sep 2025