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[funtimefishy]

gayass

what did i do to deserve this

[funtimefishy]

Hello Fishy how are you?

Hello ANONYMOUS, I am fine. How are you?

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kiss me? like actually.

i’ll think about it

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i love @funtimefishy!! he is  so talented <3

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hey fish 🧍

stranger danger

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Hey can I request something? I wanted to request something in the time of maybe the children? Like y/n is a sibling? It could be maybe angst and fluff :D They're possibly trying to run away from their murderer, sadly one of them dies and y/n doesn't deal with it so good as they continue to hide :( This is just a small prompt I thought of! - ✨

in love with this idea, and it’s a nice change of things. can’t wait to start it!

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hihi !! could you write a short story with toy bonnie meeting a reader who's half-human and half-animatronic (certain organs and parts of their body were replaced with animatronic parts)? The reader used to come to the pizzeria when it was still open but stopped coming all of a sudden, Toy Bonnie finds them again because they were singing a song?

i like this idea, and i did see your reply about you apologizing for the x reader. feel free to submit another with a similar concept or a completely different one!

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YEAHH GET IT BESTIEEE

things left unsaid - george

REQUEST:  2 with george from the smp pls :)

PAIRING: GeorgNotFound x Reader, (sorta) Sapnap x Reader

CONTENT: Fluff to Angst, ig???; Fake dating AU (sorta); George being kinda sad; PLS TRUST ME, THERE IS FLUFF, I JUST ENDED IT IN ANGST; Dialogue Heavy;  Pining

WORD COUNT: 2k 

PROMPT:  “You weren’t supposed to laugh! Now I’m embarrassed!” 

A/N: EJF OKAY!!! if enough people like this, i will make this into a mini series!! i didn’t want to just make a series lol. i’m a bit proud of this, ngl. ALSO IT WAS MEANT TO BE FLUFFY BUT I ACCIDENTALLY ENDED IT IN SME ANGST, SO??? idk i would love to write a part two, but i dunno if you guys want that. whatever, enjoy!

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ily jess

I'd care if the person I reblogged this from committed suicide.

Reblog this from anybody. literally. ANYBODY. even if you dont like them or even know them that well. YOU COULD SAVE THEIR LIFE.

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just letting everyone know that i wont post a story for quite some time!! thanks ❤️❤️

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security breach trailer looking AMAZING

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Beyond the Gate ~ PT.1

request: none!!

word count: 1192

warnings: no warnings that i can think of

canonical inconsistencies: i’m not too sure if a Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza would still be standing 30/40 years later, but thats not really canonical, is it?

A/N: hi again! ive been working on this for a couple of days and i kinda like it tbh. its definitely better than some of my... OTHER posts (ahem.. As Time Ticked On). i think you might like this one if you’re always looking for action/exciting things to do. enjoy!!

extra: gender neutral reader :) this fic was created with a younger reader in mind (12-16), but it works with people of all ages.  THIS IS NOT A ROMANTIC FNAF X READER POST!! part 2 coming... whenever

“Are you sure we should do this?” Finn asked, glancing at the exterior of the abandoned building. “I mean, what are we getting out of this? Juvenile detention?”

“Come on, Finn,” You said, eagerly. “Take your nose out of a book sometimes and have some fun.” 

“I have fun reading.” Finn proudly said.

“Some real fun.” You corrected yourself, scoffing as you stared up at the rain pouring down. “Let’s hurry up and go inside. It’s not getting any drier out here.” You began walking through the tall grass and plants that spread like an infection as the building grew older. The wet grass beneath you squished and squelched as you walked through.

“I don’t know, Y/N,” Finn said. “We’re trespassing. Illegally trespassing.”

“Okay?” You asked. “It’s not illegal if we don’t get caught, and we won’t.”

“And if we do?” Finn affirmed. You stopped walking and spun around, facing Finn, who still hasn’t stepped an inch closer. 

“We say we’re on a school field trip and got lost. Simple.” You grinned. “Now, come on.” You continued walking towards the building, and Finn finally decided to follow.

“A school field trip on a Sunday?” Finn snickered. “I can’t wait to explain that to the cops.” 

“Okay, Mr. Unhappy.” You said, pausing in your tracks once more. Finn also stopped walking. “If you don’t wanna do this, you can happily turn around and ride your bike back to my house. I’ll meet you there in an hour. Now, are you in or out?” 

Finn looked away from you, aiming his eyes towards the ground. He sighed. “I’m in.” 

“Good!” You grinned, patting Finn on his shoulder. “Let’s go.” You both continued your slow walk through the overgrown and thick nature. 

“What do you expect to find here?” Finn asked. “The place has probably been picked clean by robbers or graffiti artists.” 

“You think I’m here to steal?” You replied. “Nah, I plan to just look around and maybe pick at something that catches my eye. This place is, like, historic!”

“How?”

“You don’t know where we are?” You questioned. “Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza? That name doesn’t found familiar to you?”

“Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.” 

“Well, years ago, like, 30 or 40, this place used to be really popular. Your grandma probably came here!” You explained. “Then, out of nowhere, it just, like, shut down randomly, and no one ever knew why.” 

“Well, there has to be a reason it shut down, right?” Finn was loaded with questions today, but it took you by no surprise.

“Well,” You started. “I spent about five minutes of research on this place and there are two possibilities. One, the company was hiding information from the public until the commotion died down, or two, what I think happened, it shut down for no reason.”

“Five whole minutes of research!? Wow, you’re really good at this!” Finn sarcastically laughed.

“You flatter me.” You smiled. The rain got heavier (as the forecast predicted), and you noticed a flash of light in the sky, followed by a loud crash. Finn jumped, startled by the thunder. “You don’t wanna be struck by lightning? Then let’s go inside.”

“Or we can just turn back and go back to your house, which is probably a much safer bet,” Finn replied. “I’m no expert, but you’ll probably be far better protected in an actual sturdy home than some rust bucket.”

“I told you, you’re more than welcome to turn back.” You reminded Finn. “And this isn’t a rust bucket.” You and Finn stopped walked as you reached the building’s double doors; the front doors. “This is history. You love history!” 

The doors appeared to once be red, but years of decay and withering made them faded and scratched, leaving behind a pale pinkish color. You reached out your hand and gripped the metal doorknob, twisting it and pulling outward. Instead of the door swinging open, the door jolted and buckled as you yanked on the doorknob.

“This is a sign we should leave,” Finn muttered under his breath. 

“Shut up and help me.” You replied. You continued pulling the doorknob as Finn walked up next to you. “You grab one, I’ll grab the other, okay?” 

Finn twisted the doorknob of the other door and began pulling too, yet neither of you could get the doors open. 

“We’ll find a way in through the back.” You uttered. “I’m sure there’s a backdoor or something.” 

“Is this really worth it?” Finn complained once more. “Seriously, I mean, there’s probably nothing to look at in here.”

“Probably,” You said, turning to the right of the front doors and walking along the side of the building. Finn hesitated for a bit, then growled as he followed you through the heavy rain. “But that’s why we have to see.” 

“We have to or we want to? By ‘we’, I only mean ‘you’.” You both turned the corner of the building and continued walking. 

“I want to.” You nearly tripped on a stick on the ground, catching yourself before you fell face-flat on the grass. You pretended it didn’t happen. “Come on, Finn. How often do we get to hang out, just me and you?” Lightning flashed in the sky again, followed by another boom. Finn shivered.

“Last time we hung out, it ended in two broken tables, a shattered window, and an awkward trip to the emergency room,” Finn assured you. “I still have that scar-”

You stopped walking abruptly and Finn did the same, stopping in the middle of his sentence. “Look! An entrance!”

“Where?” Finn asked, staring at the outer wall of the building, the same wall you were looking at. 

“Right here, Finn!” You walked up to the wall and lifted a bunch of vines that hid a small hole from view. Alas, you were right. There was an entrance to the inside of Freddy’s. You were surprised you noticed it. It was at the bottom of the wall, allowing tall grass and all different kinds of nature to unintentionally hide it, but also making entry much easier. 

“That isn’t the most ideal entrance, don’t you think?” Finn mentioned. “Can’t we look for a backdoor, you know, a real entrance?”

“You can look for one if you want to, but I’m going in through here.” You said, determined to find something; anything inside the old pizzeria. There was something here. You knew it. There had to be.

You dropped to all fours, looking through the hole in the wall. It was dark inside except for the streaks of light that came in through holes in the roof, allowing other things like rain and vines to seep in. You didn’t mind the mud and grass stains getting in your jeans as you began crawling through the small hole, just big enough for a human to crawl through. How convenient.

“Y/N,” Finn nervously babbled. “This isn’t allowed. We’re on private property.” Once you were through the hole, you rose to your feet and glanced at your surroundings. You nearly screamed but quickly stopped yourself. You should have screamed.

“Finn,” You gasped. “You have to come see this.”

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Reblog if you're okay with people just sending in random asks. Mutual or someone you've never interacted with!

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A Stumble in the Darkness ~ PT. 1

request: So, I was wondering if you could do a scenario in which I am a security guard in Sister Location? And I stumble into the scooping room since I'm new, trying to run away from Ballora who was on all fours, chasing me. Then I notice William, working on the machine. And he sees me!

word count: 1008 yeahhh

warnings: usage of d*m* 

canonical inconsistencies: i dont think theres anything that’s not according to game or book lore, thus making this fic completely canon!! 

A/N: hii!! here i am, posting yet another fic! i honestly like this one, despite the goofy bit i added in towards the middle. also, regarding that request, i couldnt mention the fact that Ballora was on all fours because i couldnt find the opportunity to put that in, but just imagine she is. thank you and enjoy!! 

extra: gender neutral reader :) also, this is NOT a ROMANTIC fnaf x reader post!! part 2 coming.. whenever

It was right behind you. You were sure of it. Running wasn’t something you did regularly, but you found it super easy when you were granted with the fact that you were running for your life. You heard its bones and gears creak inside its hard metal shell. You kept a steady pace and didn’t dare to look back. Your breath was heavy, mimicking your footsteps. You couldn’t even visualize what would happen if it caught you. 

You had zero clue where you were going. You were supposed to be headed to the Scooper Room to perform repairs on machinery, but you never received a map of the underground location, thus forcing you to stumble around blindly in search of the Scooper Room door. In the meantime, you had other things to worry about, like running for your life.

Your flashlight didn’t illuminate much, and you prayed you didn't bump into anything or trip on something. You knew you were in Ballora Gallery; that’s where the thing detected you. Now was just the difficulty of locating your way back to the control module located… who knows where? 

Your legs grew weary as your speed gradually diminished. You ran in big circles around the far side of Ballora Gallery. The room was not well ventilated, making breathing all that much more difficult. Where was the damn control module? You got a steady grip on your flashlight and shined it in the distance again. You thought you spotted a green tint across the room, the same green tint you saw in the control module. You were sure it was this way. If not, you were afraid that this would be the end. The thing remained close as your heart galloped. Your shoes struck the gray tile beneath you that composed the floor. The green color grew brighter as you approached. This had to be the control module. What else would it be? You shined your flashlight again and there it was. 

Safety.

The only problem was, there was a small opening, like a vertical trapdoor, you had to crawl through. You were sure that if you slowed down a little bit to start crawling, the thing would catch you. You tried to think of another idea, possibly a better one, but you couldn’t. Crawling was your only option, and you had to take the chance. You powered your legs as much as possible, trying to gain as much distance between you and the creature. Your feet ached and throbbed. The small opening was still open from when you first entered Ballora Gallery. 

Suddenly, it dawned on you. 

You had an idea. 

Was it a good one? No. Crawling just might be your best option, but your chances of survival may go up if all is done successfully. What choice did you have? You had to jump.

You grew closer to the control module and dived downward toward the small opening in the wall. Everything felt like it happened in slow motion as you plunged headfirst into the opening. This was it, you thought. You were going to bang your head and it was going to catch you. There was no avoiding it. 

You hit the cold uneven tile flooring on your stomach as you slid forward on the floor. Seemingly by chance, seemingly by luck, you slid through the small opening in the wall and into the control module. You couldn’t believe your eyes. You couldn’t believe anything. It worked. As funny as it may sound, becoming a penguin just might’ve saved your life. You stood up and panicked to close the opening, then chuckled lightly. You couldn’t believe you just did that, and that it worked. 

Dusting dust and dirt off of you, you took your flashlight and shined it through the slightly tinted glass between Ballora Gallery and the control module, and there stood the humanoid robot. Standing at least 6 feet tall, it towered over you as it stared through the glass with an empty smile on its face. Now that you were safe, you could swiftly examine its features through the foggy glass. 

Its eyes were shut, its eyelids neatly painted with blue eyeshadow. The lips were gently coated with magenta lipstick. Of course, the makeup wasn’t real. It was just painted onto the hard metal to give it the same look. The robot’s metal hair was put up in a blue bun with silver spheres and accessories neatly placed in it. The robot appeared to be a ballerina. It was positioned in a pirouette as it proceeded to menacingly gaze through the glass. 

“Onward.” You said, sighing. You were just about ready to go right back onto that elevator, the same elevator you came in through to get to this stupid job. You were just about ready to go home, a place where there are no monsters; just you and your soap operas. Instead, you spun around to enter the opening on the other side of the control module. You flicked the switch that opened the tiny door and proceeded to crawl through. The man you took the job from explicitly stated Funtime Foxy would not be active, as they were undergoing maintenance, so you had nothing to worry about while crossing Funtime Auditorium. 

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You scanned the walls for the Scooper Room door. Despite you searching for nearly ten minutes scanning the outer walls of Funtime Auditorium, you did not find a door… until you did. You skipped over it when you walked through the first time, you guessed. You grabbed the doorknob of the door and pushed open the heavy door as you stared into even more complete darkness. You shined your flashlight into the room and looked around, closing the door behind you as you walked in. 

“Creepy,” You whispered to yourself as you continued to walk forward into the room.

“Indeed it is!” A man emerged from the darkness. You shrieked, fumbling with your flashlight. “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!” “I’m Dave, and you arrived just on time.”

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BEE I AM LITERALLY LOSING MY MARBLES HERE WTF WHY ARE YOU SO TALENTED I LOVE THIS SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH PLEASE KISS ME RIGHT NOW  ON THE LIPS

To Be Wanted - Dream

PAIRING: Dream x Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

CONTENT: Angst; Toxic relationship; Mentions of worthlessness; Brief mentions of alcohol; Mentions of insecurity; Song based

A/N: okay i’m so nervous because I really like this and idk if it’s even good LMAO. this is kinda based off of Washing Machine Heart and Me and My Husband both by Mitski. they’re both amazing pls listen i stg. also also, i tried a new writing and formatting style with this. i hope it looks okay. im nervous but enjoy, loves!

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I really loved the new fic! Very wicked, you're writing is like my comfort ty :D - ✨

UGH THIS IS SO SWEET THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

[funtimefishy]

As Time Ticked On

request: no request! came from my own big fat juicy brain :)

word count: 1303 (kinda a long one this time)

warnings: slight mention of gore, usage of f***

canonical inconsistencies: of course, Foxy has no springlock costume in the maingame lore. thats about it.

A/N: hii!! ive been working on this short writing piece for the past week and yeah. heres a heads up: the dialogue in here is quite unnatural so please try to ignore it and pretend im a really good writer. thank you and enjoy!!

extra: gender neutral reader :) also, this is NOT a ROMANTIC fnaf x reader post!! this is a 1 part story :)

Your eyes opened, awakening you from your long slumber. It was unbelievably dark. Where were you? You felt your arms pinned close to your side in a very cramped space, with sharp unknown objects jabbing your back in various places, making it uncomfortable to move. Your head was pounding. That’s right, you thought. You remembered what had happened. You remembered seeing a man lure a child into a back room. You remembered seeing the horrifying events that followed. You remembered that same man knocking you unconscious with his bare hands when he realized you had seen what happened. You remembered your vision flickering in and out as you were dragged across the black and white checkered floor and into a room hidden away from the main building. That man is the reason you’re here… wherever “here” is. You tried to wiggle a bit, yet you found it difficult to move. 

You heard a door open from across the room as your breathing went from 0 to 100 in a matter of seconds. Light from the outside rooms leaked in for a minute and you saw the silhouette of a man standing in the doorway. Light footsteps walked forward onto the tile flooring as the door closed behind them. Someone was in the room with you. The lights soon flickered on and the room became illuminated. You were temporarily blinded.

You were in the backroom, but you were inside of something. You could see out of two holes, aligned with your eyes, into the surrounding room. The room was pretty empty; three or four arcade machines against the wall with empty black shelves mounted above. The floor was checkered with black and white, different from the dining area checkered floor, which was blue and red. Grime added the slightest bit of texture to the plain walls that made up the room you sat in. 

And there was the man. He wore a white button-up shirt with a black tie. He wore black khakis with a belt that seemed unnecessary. It was apparent he was some kind of employee at Freddy’s. The nametag neatly pinned to his shirt read “Dave.” 

You took notice of the thing you were inside of. Through the two holes, possibly eyeholes, you could see some kind of long reddish-tan snout with a black oval nose at the tip, resembling some kind of dog-like animal. Something clicked in your mind. You realized what you were in. You were, in fact, inside an animatronic costume, but not just any. You were inside the fox animatronic you saw over in Pirate Cove; Foxy. That explained the very claustrophobic environment. Strange place to stash away a person, you thought. 

“Good morning, early bird!” A strident voice boomed and echoed into the empty room. “I see you’re awake. Perfect.”

“Fuck you.” You said with a croaky voice. “You think you’re gonna get away with this?”

“I already have.” You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke. “Get comfortable: you’re gonna be sitting there for a bit longer.”

“The police will know about this. I’ll tell them.”

“Well, I guess that’s just more reason to kill you.” The man said. You gulped.

“What, you think I’m scared of you?” You barked. You were scared. “I’ll gouge your eyes out with my two bare hands if you even think about getting close to me.”

“Oh, really?” The man walked towards the suit and crouched down to eye level, staring into the suit and your scared eyes. He lowered his voice to a whisper only the two of you could hear.

“How are you gonna do that if you’re trapped inside that suit, silly bunny?” He grinned. He was right. You couldn’t even think about where you were gonna go until you were out of this suit. He rose and walked to the other side of the room, where he sat backward on a chair, facing you. 

“How long will I be sitting here?” You hesitantly asked. Maybe sitting here would give you time to think of an escape, though that was unlikely. 

“Until closing time in nine hours.” The man clapped his hands once and made finger guns, pointing at you, grinning with a wide and crooked smile. “Then we can play a game, sound good?” The man excitedly explained. 

“Listen here,” You took notice of his nametag again. “Dave. I’ll find a way out before then.” You assured the man. “I know I will.” You wiggled in the suit again, hoping it would magically fall off. 

“The name is William, actually, and I really wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“You mean like… like this? You shook inside of the suit again, chuckling. “What are you gonna do about it?”

“Alright, unless you want to become one of those things on the stage just outside this room, I would recommend you don’t shake inside of the costume.” You halted your childish antics and paid attention to the words William said. 

“You mean... I’ll become an animatronic?” You seriously asked. “How does that even make sense?” 

“Don't you know what you’re in, darling?” William asked. “They’re called springlock costumes, and they’re my invention. Hold the applause.”

“I’m inside of Foxy’s suit; so what?”

“It’s a complex thing to explain, but one sharp movement and those springlocks will snap instantly, letting go of the animatronic parts being held in place and violently slamming them into your body, leaving deep cuts and scabs everywhere. It’s a very slow and painful death, and you’re lucky it hasn’t happened already. Your breathing and talking have already loosened the springlocks, and you don’t want that to happen, silly bunny.” 

You gulped knowing that you sped up the process of your own painful death. As if you weren’t scared already, now you had to sit in fear that your life could very likely be cut short instantaneously. You were scared to talk. You were scared to breathe. You were scared to move. Any breath or word could be your last, and that thought terrified you. 

“What’s wrong, pet?” William chuckled. “You’re quiet. Cat got your tongue? Don’t be scared, I’ll be sitting right here with you.”

“All the more reason to be scared.” You mumbled. 

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you, say it louder, please.” William sarcastically teased, followed by a short maniacal laugh.

“Fuck you.” You repeated. You didn’t like William’s carelessness. You didn’t like anything about William. Did he not realize that he had you awaiting your death? What kind of sick person does that? As unfortunate as it was, there was nothing you could do about it. If you dared to move, chances were it’d be the last movement you’d make. Plus, William was sitting right there, so there was no chance of you escaping with him around. 

“Opening time is in a few minutes,” William spoke in a soft tone. He sprung out of the chair. “I’ll be back later, darling. Don’t go anywhere, not that you can.” You didn’t reply. He paced to the same door he entered from and swung it open. William gave a little friendly wave and slipped away from the door, it closing behind him. He was kind enough to leave the lights on.

~~~

As time ticked on, your fear steadily increased, as you were unaware of William’s plans or intentions. The singing of the animatronic mascots on stage bounced around the walls. The pure laughter of children having fun could be heard. You’ve dealt with difficult situations in the past; everyone has. However, those problems were always temporary and solvable. For the first time in years, this was the problem you could not solve. For the first time in years, you found yourself crying because you were scared. For the first time in forever, you feared for your life.