FNAF: Penalizing Little Souls

[Dayton of Abyss]

Hearing Mike count down to one made Jeremy silently whimper, his ears even lowered down, and he tried to look around for a place to escape to, though he realized too late that he was backed in a corner for nowhere to go but where the nightguard wanted him, over his lap. As he felt the nightguard tug on his arm and drag him, he attempted to push the nightguard on the chest to get him away, of course it was telegraphed and easily dealt with, likely now leaving the possessed animatronic with two bound arms, which of course, the animatronic did struggle a bit, yet the closer to the chair they get, the less struggling Michael recieves, not outbof complacency, but of fear.

At the point where they were right by the chair and Bonnie and or Jeremy was to be over the nightguards lap, he didn't fight or struggle anymore, at this point the spirit knows full well what is going to happen, and dreads it. Though before he gets put over the man's lap, he does decide to do a bit of a pout and attempt to look cute to the guard, to Jeremy, he used it before, so why wouldn't it work this time? of course, when he did that when alive he still got his butt spanked bright red, the likelihood of this working is fairly slim to none.

[Crimson Knight]

After the fighting, Mike still managed to pull him to where he wished as he noticed his reaction and response, including the attempted pout as he sat and placed him over, both arms pinned hind his back over his bottom like a naughty child. "That won't work on me." He said sternly. "I warned you to tell me." He said simply before he raised his hand, this would definitely be dreadful if the boy remembered any past punishments. soon enough the memories might flood back as the first slap connected against the large rabbits round bottom firmly, it crashed down right across the center, and the man surprisingly had a good skill for it, but Mike was still completely at a loss for what he was doing.

[Dayton of Abyss]

The spirit went wide eyed for a second when he was thrown over Mike's lap, and the surprised yet anxious expression did stay as he tried to struggle out of Michael's hold, not particularly liking his arms being pinned to prevent him from blocking either. Hearing his stern words of how his attempt at getting out of punishment was futile and how he warned him gave Jeremy a faint memory, he remembered being scolded similarly before he was going to get punished, likely the same way as now, he thought on this, thinking harder on the forgotten memory, remembering more as he thought of it.

Eventually he had a semblance of the situation, his dad was scolding him about how he broke something, his father was sitting on a chair, with a brush in hand . . . . it dawned on him, his dad always scolded him thoroughly before going right into spanking him, which he now understood why such a situation made him feel uneasy. Jeremy was taken out of his thoughts when Mike's raised hand went down onto the rather soft animatronic's bottom, the animatronic had a plush outerior, the backside more so, the possessed animatronic would jolt up in shock of the sudden pain which spread across his bottom like a wave, Jeremy now REALLY didn't want to be over Mike's lap, as he was starting to get more memories of how terrible spankings were for him when alive.

[Crimson Knight]

Mike nodded firmly noticing despite everything, the reaction showed that this worked as he raised his hand again and landed another firm slap to the round plush upturned backside and made sure to do his best to keep him pinned in the process. His hand striked fast and would raise back up before going to strike another spot in quick succession. As he spanked however he did survey the office a little to see if there was anything of use for him to use if the need arose, namely if the boy were to not stop his struggling. Mike was not clued into the fact that the animatronic may remember this type of treatment before as he continued non the less slapping his backside, the spirit could probably remember quite the unfond memories of this. Mike's eyes particularly wandered the desk for anything he could use in lieu of a brush.

[Dayton of Abyss]

If the animatronic could, he would grip tightly onto Mike's pants by now to try and alleviate the pain, though alas with his hands restricted, Jeremy could only now kick in the air with each smack and tried not to cry out with each of them too, mostly failing to do so. Jeremy now would struggle over the nightguard's lap, giving Mike the opportunity to use something which would catch his eye, a more hairbrush shaped wooden hand broom disconnected from it'a dust pan, and looks to be new, also it is a perfect candidate for punishing the ghost.

Many discomftorable memories, more so thoughts with feelings, arose, his memory of his living life is still a bit hazy, yet he could remember the punishments he endured. Feelings of guilt and anxiety arose from these very faint shards of thought, and one stood out in Jeremy's mind, he remembered a scenario of getting a friend framed for a naughty thing he did and got away with it, but saw them get a brush spanking bare infront of him, that's where the memory of guilt came from, and the anxiety, when he came over to his friend's punisher and told them the truth, knowing full well he would get a taste of the brush himself, these types of feelings to the spirit felt more real and natural than ever, and as much as he hated getting spanked, he loved feeling alive. One thing Jeremy realized too late as well, is the full circle life did on his memory, and saw Mike eye the hand broom, remembering was one thing to him, experiencing? now that is another.

[Crimson Knight]

Mike gave a nod, the man seeing it as he continued to slap down for a bit, he did not know of the past or any incidents the ghost might have endured, nor did he particularly know if there was a ghost present, the man was all confused at this but a part of him didn't stop, it wasn't letting him. He smacked away firmly, his hand moving around almost skillfully across the large surface of a bottom the much larger rabbit had, as he soon realized what he could do. He reached forward holding Bonnie still firmly in place, grabbing the dreaded tool noting that it lacked a dust pan to accompany it, but that wasn't the issue at the moment. With skillful ease, he lined the brush up against the round squirming bottom, raised it up, and down crashed the tool, despite it being plush, the connecting sound was still semi noticeable

[Dayton of Abyss]

The very spirit inside the suit Michael is unaware of isn't particularly having a great time, the pain was building up more and more, making Jeremy struggle more and more, but what did build upon this was that the animatronic knows his secret weapon so to speak, and knowing it's there and likely to be used on him, it didn't bode well at all for the boy. What made the animatronic stop all his struggling or movement to become stiff as a board, was the feeling of the tool being touched on his plush backside, memories surfacing up about this simple movement gave him almost a form of muscle memory too, the fear of any flat wooden implement to be used for a spanking, and when he felt it go away, Jeremy wondered if the nightguard just put away the implement- only to quickly have that thought process change to the feeling of the wooden tool crashing down onto his posterior, with a more quieter thwack heard due to the plush material on him.

A surge is what Jeremy felt when he got that smack, a surge of pain across his bottom of course, but also the last surge of remembrance he needed to not only remember the memories completely and thus giving him back these feelings he lost long ago from forgetting these events by after death trauma, which gave him a piece of something he lost long ago, his humanity. "O-OWWWW! stop i-i'll be good boy! no more!" he sounded less dead like this, a bit more alive then before to Michael, and soon the nightguard will be left with the animatronic to become a very sorry little boy over his lap.

[Crimson Knight]

"Yes you will, and I will make sure of it." He said, as if on instinct. He wasn't really sure what was going through his mind at the moment but that didn't stop him, he continued swiftly, the brush putting in its work as it smacked down fast in one spot, did its work, only for Michael to lift it back up and land it elsewhere on the robots bigger plush bottom, holding him down firmly. "I told you to tell me and you disobeyed me." He said sternly, it seemed to be working, so no matter how weird it looked or felt, he wanted to see if it would get him anywhere. The man could tell the shifty in voice as it sounded more alive than before, and it sent a chill up his spine as he thought to himself.

'God, why does that give me such a weird feeling. Is this thing really possessed?' was something he said to himself, not outloud to avoid any issue with the boy but it was still something to ponder. the man was uneasy about it but kept firm

[Dayton of Abyss]

All Mike got in response to that was a whimper on the animatronic's end, the addition of the liveliness, in more ways then the other, that Jeremy got is shown through him trying to move his bottom out of the way of spanks and struggling, yet the spanks seem to always hit their target, and right now, to Jeremy, it felt as if the smacks of the brush hurt more than they did before. The struggling got nullified when he held onto the animatronic tighter, constricting him a bit "A-AH! i-i'm- OW! -SORRY!" Jeremy exclaimed out of pain and in response to Michael, though now Michael could hear something, crying, from the animatronic, it seems the pain is getting to Jeremy and sinking in, which means the water works are going to start up as well, and not only due to pain, the spirit is starting to feel the guilt and also a sense of smallness to the man, something he didn't like at all, like how any little boy would feel, something this little boy hasn't felt like until now.

Though meanwhile, one of the much younger souls, at age five and a half and not doing much, is Fritz, Foxy to the nightguard, and unlike the others, was the closest to his youthful nature, in fact, he is oblivious to the idea of the nightguard being seen as their killer by everyone but Bonnie, and found the camera being used by the nightguard as a game! the boy was known for his playful attitude, and like how he played with all the other adults in the office, after a certain time he'd run off and scare them, and call the others over, as he was told to, always wondering why he never sees them again. For the time it took to deal with Jeremy, it took long enough for Fritz to start up of his little game, seeing the camera not on him, he then dashed all the way down the hall, going straight to the door- sadly closed, knocking on it to see if the man would open it, of course, it would not "Awww . . . i lost" he said to himself, sounding like the 'cute and cheery' little child, which he is! yet for present time, while Fritz was going to leave- but heard the sounds of smacks and . . . Jeremy crying? when Fritz looked through the window, he was shocked! seeing Jeremy getting spanked by the new guard, it made him anxious, he was relatively well behaved alive, yet he didn't want to be spanked by Mike, of course seeing him as friend not foe, and as he watched bewildered, he wondered if he would also get the same treatment eventually.

[Crimson Knight]

Mike nodded a bit but winced when he heard the crying as it did hit a small nerve with him as he felt somewhat bad for the spirit in question, knowing this wasn't pleasant as he smacked the brush down firmly against the boys backside, making sure to cover every inch of the animatronics plush bottom. Mike was honestly unaware that Foxy/Fritz was nearby watching from the window as he was so focused on the bunny animatronic. The door being locked and shut was only a product of this situation to, had he not thought of it, Foxy could have easily come in and witnessed this first hand, instead of through the window. Foxy was, however, fortunate enough to see that it was drawing to a close as the brush smack down faster and firmer for the last few, making sure to send the message home as he struck all around. He soon finished, one last hard echoing smack of the brush filling the room as Mike set the brush down and just gently rubbed his hand against the beaten bottom. It was still weird due to it being an animatronic, but it was instinct at this point, he was comforting a child even if said child was also in a robotic suit. He noticed Foxy from the side of his eye and wondered if he'd actually need to do the same to him, only seeing Foxy as a minor obstacle in the night and not anything else. "That's enough, its over." he said gently, rubbing the bottom of the punished machine as he tried to comfort him but wasn't fully sure how to