#*springlock activated*

[azure-fume]

This will never not murder me

[mrbigpepperoninipples]

AHHHH AHHH AC AHHC AKKAVKJ AAAHHHAHH AHACHAJH

William getting springlocked lol I really liked this 30 minute doodle

Extra for funny

[ennard-is-near]

My least favorite thing in the progression of FNaF lore has probably been the regression of how painful Full Springlock Failures are. This has bugged me endlessly. No way in hell is that survivable at all and in the movie it’s literally just a couple prongs digging into Matthew Lillard’s stomach.

Never forget that in the original canon that shit pulls your eyes out! Springtrap has animatronic feet with bits of flesh on them! That shit replaces your limbs, man. That’s no joke! Especially because all the animatronic bits need to fight their way through the rest of your body to get where they’re going. You are not making it out of that situation no matter how much medical attention you get.

This obviously doesn’t apply to partial springlock failures, like if they only go halfway in or it’s just part of the suit that fails. And I genuinely really enjoy headcanons and stuff revolving around William having previously survived a springlock failure (especially if it’s what lead to his intense fear of dying). I just don’t see how what the games show could be survived at all and it does sort of get on my nerves that it’s slowly becoming sort of workplace injury and not sudden and violent death.

[patchworkspringlocks]

A few of my favorite sketches of Patchwork/Dave from a while back

[sorin-sunchild]

"Why didn't the springlocks activate when he beat up Mike?"

1) because we needed Afton to seem dangerous so he had to be able to attack and he couldn't have if he had to just move slowly

2) Afton, given what he's already done, probably knows how to manipulate the suit and not set them off

3) it's funny

[wr0wn]

Orange Cat

One of the springlock suits made by Henry Emily to be a part of a trio ( Fredbear Springbonnie and Orange Cat)

The first one to fail and kill one of the employees. The accident happened during performance and was quietly covered under the false pretenses of suit malfunction with no human inside. After that, the Orange Cat suit was discharged and left rotting in one of the hidden rooms. Since then, trio has become a duo. Orange Cat was never mentioned in any promotional materials. All mentions about Orange Cat were destroyed, and the topic was heavily avoided.

During a brief investigation, nothing was found, and no one was convicted of anything.

After Freddy Fazbear's Pizza closed down, both animatronics (Springbonnie and Orange Cat ) were brought to Fazbear's Fright, where they came back from the dead.

Orange Cat behavior can be interpreted as friendly at first. During the night, animatronic actively tries to get to Springtrap, preventing him from moving forward.

Ending one (changed)

To help Orange Cat, you need to use the button playing a child's voice to lure Springtrap into a room with other animatronic already inside. This tactic is very risky because of the unpredictable nature of the Orange Cat movement. You won't be able to hear any sounds because there is none. Now you have to pay attention to your surroundings and carefully manage your cameras and animatronic positions.

By the fifth night, Springtrap will be destroyed by Orange Cat, and then they'll start a fire destroying Fazbear's Fright. The player escapes the fire, leaving OG inside to burn.

Ending two (changed)

There is a reversed way of using this tactic. By constantly luring Springtrap into different rooms, you'll make Orange Cat chase him, preventing them both from making their way toward the office. But be careful if you lose Orange Cat they might stumble into your office. When they spot you using your equipment, they'll kill you. You just have to wait.

After the fifth night player themselves start a fire. Completely destroying and erasing only one animatronic and what left of them.

After Fazbear's Fright burned down, Orange Cat suit turned into dust freeing trapped soul.

(English is not my first language, so please don't mind my grammar and spelling...)

[drinkinboilingcoffee]

I don’t have the link on me but I can try to find it but I remember seeing this fnaf analysis ages ago we’re in one version of the persons timeline Mike could have been as young as 14 at the time of sister location (you can work at a parents business at pretty much any age exempt from a lot of the usual requirements) and I’m thinking about that yet again today (he was an adult in SL in my au but still) Part of me is like “Oh my god that’s terrible, William sent his child son to go save his sister, and since it would have been right after Evan’s death, he probably did it out of spite for that, probably knowing full well Michael would be “killed”. He had his entire life ripped away from him at such a young age and he spent the rest of his life in agony, probably being shunned by his friends for his twisted form and deciding that he deserved it for what he did to Evan.” The other half of me is like “lmfao they literally had a kid working there? No wonder the Funtimes wanted to kill him, he probably activated their kidnapping programming. He was probably like 6 inches too short for the springlock suit they put him in, no wonder he couldn’t see shit through it. Would he even age or is he a teenager throughout the entire series? Bet William still made him go to school all corpsy looking.”

[demonicchicken1121]

y’all ever notice that the ways that Dave shows love (or doesn’t show love) are similar to things that Henry did to him? There’s the obvious stuff like giving Jack eternal life through springlocking, taking Jack to Vegas, the destination Henrys circus never reached, killing kids as a bonding activity, sharing the keys to the box, etc etc. but there’s also other things I’ve noticed that connect back to Henry. Henry recorded him and watched him constantly, so Dave puts cameras in Jacks house and has constant access to him via the vents. Henry likely never initiated much physical contact with Dave that wasn’t experimental or surgical, so Dave almost never initiates physical contact with Jack. Henry was dismissive of Dave’s thoughts and feelings, so Dave is dismissive of jack’s thoughts and feelings. It’s the only way he has ever experienced ‘love’, and it’s the only way he knows how to express love.

one thing I really like about Davesport is that Dave and Jack both have an equal ability to be the toxic and abusive one in the relationship, and who it is changes depending on your choices. Dave is violent, unpredictable, manipulative, obsessive, invasive, insecure, and good at hiding evidence. But Dave is also incredibly vulnerable, and those toxic qualities can be easily turned against him. Jack is intelligent, and knows how to get into peoples heads. Jack has very low empathy, and can make choices without a lot of emotion behind it (whether it’s because he’s soulless or it’s just jacks personality is up for debate, I think it’s a mix of both personally.) it can lead him to be more forgiving to mistakes (like how he forgives Dave much faster than anyone else, for better or for worse), but it also makes it much easier for him to manipulate people. He fakes such genuine kindness to Dee and Dave, both in reality and in the flipside, and still easily flips on a dime and uses their greatness weaknesses against them.

[leresq]

Fnaf movie notes, spoilers ahead:

First off, fuck Scott Cawthon, let's just say I didn't watch the movie in theaters or on a streaming service.

What I liked:

Matthew Lillard actually looks like William Afton

The "Talking in Your Sleep" cameo was the best one of the movie, next to "I have a theory"

Cory was funny, as expected

I liked how they made the animatronics just kids, they want a friend.

The way the animatronics moved was great, I just wish we could have gotten a foxy running scene.

The cinematography and set design inside the pizzeria was great, and everywhere outside felt very real.

The animatronics were cute when I was supposed to like them and foreboding when I was supposed to be scared of them. I don't know if they physically changed the suits but it works.

Mike's actor was actually pretty good at looking distressed or upset.

I just want to hug the animatronics they are so cute 🥺🥺

The animatronics weren't sadistic, when they killed someone it was because they were trying to get them out or away. Just like if an actual little kid had that power, they wouldn't be cruel or even want to kill anyone, they just don't understand their own power

There actually were five nights!

Springtrap wiping the knife is a reference to Scream, where Matthew Lillard played Ghostface, who is known for wiping their knife after using it.

BALLOON BOY

What I didn't like:

You're telling me they named their main character Mike and they didn't have Afton go "MIKE! MICHAEL!!! MICHAEL DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!!!!! *MICHAEL!*

Vanessa was a nothing burger, even when her motivation was revealed it wasn't that good. I think it would have been better if they set up that she was working with Afton

Golden Freddy was everywhere but they didn't namedrop the kid once, and it was so inconsistent. He's here, he's not here. I'm assuming it's a combination of Cassidy and the Crying Child.

Afton's connection to the story is flimsy. Why was he pretending to be Raglan? I'm assuming it's so he could get night guards to toy with, that's why the animatronics killed the intruders but not Mike.

It's kind of weird thinking about the logic of how Afton killed Mike's brother, and gave his daughter the plane. Just seems a little bit of a stretch.

Even though I hate excessive gore, I thought there wasn't half as much violence as there should have been. I guess the PG-13 rating constricted a lot.

It takes a broom to activate what I'm assuming is a Circus Baby reference springlock, but Afton can jump around in Spring Bonnie.

The only Purple Guy reference we got was a purple tie. They should have made the security vest purple.

Questions

How is the cupcake sentient?

How does Afton control the kids?

Who cleaned up the blood of the four intruders? I'm guessing Afton but I wish they'd made it more clear

Why didn't Afton send out the animatronics on the first night? Even if he wanted to kill Mike, he seems like the type to psychologically torture people beforehand.

Why was there an "it's me" note? I get the reference, but why? Is Mike's brother here?

What's the Freddy mask with the saws inside? I know Afton uses it to kill people but why does it exist?

Why does Balloon Boy exist? Do the toy animatronics exist in this universe??

Why doesn't foxy have a tail?????

Favourite character: Foxy

If we get a sequel I hope we only get one or two. I don't want a whole cinematic universe. Finding ways to watch 12 movies 'other ways' will get complicated.

Also when the casting was revealed, I didn't know who Matthew Lillard was and someone told me he played live action Shaggy, so I didn't know he played fuckin STU FROM SCREAM until I watched the movie, so another cameo technically, just only for me

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

I’ve seen so many people complaining about the Springlock scene in the FNAF movie because it’s not like the SFM animations made by fans - he’s not screaming, there’s little to no blood, etc. But it’s actually realistic if we’re being honest with ourselves, the spring locks probably punctured Afton’s lungs and other organs/parts of his body so he wouldn’t have been able to scream; as for blood, the spring locks piercing him keep the blood in (which is why if you’re stabbed you don’t pull the object out as it will cause you to bleed out) and the costume in the film is so thick that it probably would have absorbed any blood that did leak out.

Also I’ve seen people complain about scenes like the ghost children and Abby building a fort, about the lighter or campier scenes etc., and it’s like… that’s kind of the whole point? People are acting disappointed that the animatronics are literal children and have behaviours like little children - plus the scenes of them befriending Abby take on a darker meaning when you realise what their plan was the entire time (killing and trapping her in a suit so she can be with them forever). I don’t know, it made sense to me as a fan of FNAF that the animatronics haunted by ghost children didn’t want to harm a child but attacked adults.

Don’t get me wrong, the FNAF movie wasn’t perfect by any stretch of the imagination but a lot of complaints I’m seeing seem to come from people who didn’t play the games or who didn’t follow the lore over the years, and were expecting a plain old blood bath with evil animatronics.

And that’s not me gatekeeping and saying you HAVE to have played the games: I myself haven’t played much of FNAF (despite the fact I had the first four games on my kindle) because my anxiety shoots up to 100 playing horror games, but I’ve enjoyed watching people like Markiplier play it over the years (for some reason I find it easier watching horror then actively playing horror games if that makes sense). This film was very much made for the fans of the games specifically, but that’s just my opinion.

[oftenwantedafton]

Revival - Steve Raglan/William Afton x Female Nurse Reader

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - none for this chapter

Also available on AO3

The pain is excruciating.

William Afton has endured this before, under very different circumstances. A springlock failure, an experiment gone awry, but how else was he to know if they worked properly or not, no risk without reward, and his business partner, his friend, had been so convincing of their probable success. Probable being the key operative word.

He’s sitting now in a collapsed heap he’s been unceremoniously dragged and dropped to, tossed like a bag of garbage, left to rot. Every breath is agony. Each constricted slight attempt at movement torture. His fingers flex weakly within their steel confines of the mascot suit. Reaching for salvation he feels will never come. He has just enough energy to remove the headpiece. His skin is the color of parchment, saturated with perspiration. Graying hair clings in wet tendrils to his face. His lips are pale, bloodless. His body is already shutting off supplies to his extremities in an effort to keep the core alive a little while longer. He feels the slow trickle of the blood weeping out of him. The very jagged edges leaking his lifeforce also partially holding it in place. Extending the torment. New wounds ripping open old scars. He cannot hear the ghost children any longer, the final sound a bellowing roar as the spirit within had finally realized the truth of his deception. The ceiling has collapsed in places, the tiles now littering the floor, the fluorescent lighting dangling like grim party streamers.

He’s dying, alone, in the darkness.

In an ironic twist of fate, William Afton is saved by the very people he’s been trying so hard to keep out of his pizzeria. Vagrants. Thieves. Urban explorers. One of these has chosen this night to intrude. Lured inward by whatever motivating factors drive them there. Curiosity. Desperation. Shelter. Wealth. The trespassers find him. For a split second the man in the yellow rabbit suit thinks they will flee, thinking him a ghost. Afraid of being blamed for the ruination of the abandoned restaurant, implicated in his harm and imminent death. But one lingers, hesitating when his voice croaks out a plea. The last bit of air he’s been hoarding. Vocal chords straining. An anonymous 911 call made from an office phone that miraculously still functions.

It’s enough.

***

The man in the ravaged mascot suit lying on a stretcher is wheeled into the ER a little before dawn.

The hospital staff sees a fair amount of action, considering the location is not a busy city institution. An occasional gunshot wound, usually from a child gaining access to a parent’s unsecured firearm. Sometimes a gas station convenience store robbery gone wrong. Car accident victims. Overdoses. Someone who’s been sober for years falling off the wagon, now violent, cursing out staff as they struggle. A variety of situations, but all manageable.

This case though. There is nothing normal or routine about this. It does not take much of an assessment to realize this is beyond the capabilities of the local hospital, and time is not on their side. An immediate transfer up north. The man’s vital signs are weak. High flow supplemental oxygen fed through the mask strapped to his face. Metal glove removed, intravenous line started. The costume takes up so much space in an already cramped area. The helicopter lands. They’ve arrived.

The extrication process is delicate work. His body repositioned multiple times. Traditional tools are insufficient. Laser metal cutting finally frees the injured man. The victim has lost consciousness. A failure of the springlocks to release properly has somehow left many vital organs free of puncture. A failure of a failure. The man might have chuckled bitterly over that if he was still alert. The suit was getting older. Damaged with so much activity. The fight with the Schmidt boy. The electrical discharges. The gunshot from his daughter. It’s a wonder it had any structural integrity left.

He’s not out of the woods yet. The remains of the springlocks, damaged as they are, are unforgiving. They do not pierce through his flesh cleanly. The edges are jagged. Pincers that dig into his body. An Iron Maiden, a second set of ribs, these alloys that curl in a vice grip. Trying to merge and meld with him. An unforgiving embrace.

Blood transfusions. Strong intravenous antibiotics. The suit is not clean. The restaurant hadn’t been either. The risk of infection is extremely high. Tainted metal and foreign bodies. His lungs are the most damaged part of him. Touch and go. Cardiac arrest. Defibrillated, brought back. In the aftermath, the man survives.

There is still a long road of recovery ahead of him.

***

The man who’d been trapped in the mascot suit is transferred from the ICU to a medical surgical floor. Stable. Awake again. And somehow, miraculously, still absolved of any guilt.

The pizzeria had been searched. The most recent casualties found. He himself an assumed victim in a string of unexplained disappearances. The baby sitter and her brother, the former decapitated and the latter shoved inside of an animatronic suit. Their two accomplices, their bodies mangled. All of them found in the service workroom. Now this social worker, who, when he’s recovered enough to speak, insists he was going there on a site visit to check on the new hire. Whatever Mike tells them seems to fall on deaf ears and he doesn’t press the matter, perhaps just grateful he and his sister are safe. The man’s own daughter is still in a coma. He knows she’ll keep silent, going along with whatever story he concocts, covering for him. She always does.

So his real identity is still concealed. Steve Raglan remains a trusted alias. There are cards and flowers from his coworkers. A news story marveling over his recovery. How brave he was to confront this killer, the owner, William Afton. The man behind the slaughter.

If they only knew.

***

You flip through the patient’s chart in front of you. So many notes. Physician orders. What a journey this patient has had. One that began in spring. Now it’s fall.

Your patient load is light this evening. There isn’t much for you to do for the man at this stage. He’ll be discharged soon. He’ll still need more rehabilitation to regain his strength and recover from the deconditioning his body has undergone due to his long hospital stay.

You sling your stethoscope around your neck and knock before entering the room.

It’s the last one at the end of the hallway. The illuminated landing pad for the medi flight helicopter is visible from here, the blinds open and raised over the bottom third of the windows. Television off. The wall light on the lowest setting. The man’s eyes are closed. His breathing is regular. Sometimes his lungs struggle a bit and he requires a bronchodilator, either a nebulizer or an inhaler. Probably something he’ll require for the rest of his life. He has a likely susceptibility to respiratory illnesses as well now. The damage had been severe, his exposure to contaminants unforgiving.

His graying hair and beard have grown out, making him look rather unkempt. You can see he’s long overdue for a trim. You gently set your stethoscope on his chest to listen to his heart and lungs. His eyes open. Pale. Intense. You freeze.

“Sorry to disturb you, I’m just doing my assessments.” You hate having to wake people up so late at night. “I’ll be fast, I promise.”

“It’s alright, I’m used to it. Do what you have to do.” His voice is coarse but pleasant. You find yourself staring at his features and become distracted from listening to his apical pulse and respirations. Early fifties his chart had said. Skin in good shape. Light crows feet at the corners of those wide set piercing eyes. The untidy hair makes your fingers itch to try to tame it.

Without any guidance he withdraws his arm from beneath the sheet draped over him. Cuing you to take his blood pressure, startling you from your reverie. Your cheeks flush. You notice the scars on his arms immediately. Such strange markings. Rings and slashes. You can’t even imagine how frightening that must have been. Shoved inside an animatronic by some maniac serial killer. Amazing he had survived. You press your fingers against his wrist, your eyes on the clock on the wall as you calculate his pulse. His skin is very warm.

The manual cuff fits easily over the bearded man’s upper arm. He’s lost weight since he’s been in the hospital, but you think he was probably lean to begin with. “This is going to get tight. Still better than the machines. And more accurate.” You’re old school. You prefer obtaining vital signs manually yourself. The aides have enough work to do. You press the stethoscope to the antecubital space, tucking it slightly underneath the cuff, fingers curling around his elbow to help hold it in place. You tighten the grooved metal air release valve and begin squeezing the bulb. Your eyes lock on the gauge. You’ve done this long enough now that you can see the changes as the systolic and diastolic readings register, the audible portion just confirmation of what you’re visualizing when the needle beats along in accompaniment before being reduced to a smooth sweep. The velcro parts with a harsh rasp of sound as you remove the cuff, replacing it into the storage bin behind the bed.

“Okay, good. Temperature next.” You slide the probe cover on and his lips part so you can tuck the thermometer under his tongue. A very prominent tongue. Agile. Curling. You know you’re blushing again and you stare hard at the digital display. Afebrile. You withdraw the probe and depress the button to drop the cover in the small wastebin beside the bed. Pulse oximetry next. Saturation in the low 90s. Not ideal, but decent all things considered. He’s got lovely hands. Long, slender fingers. “Any trouble breathing?”

“I still cough when I take a deep breath sometimes but otherwise okay. And no, not coughing up anything. Nonproductive.”

“You have been here awhile, huh? We could probably put you to work. Train the new grads.” The turnover rate at the hospital is high. A lot of temporary agency staff. Recent graduates that put in six months or a year for a reference and then move on to whatever specialty they decide on. You like med surge. You enjoy the reward of seeing people get better and go home. “You must be dying to get out of here. Where are you from again? Hurricane, was it?”

“Yes.”

“I didn’t have time to go through your whole chart and it’s obviously more than can be given in any detail on report, but. Yeah. You’ve clearly been through a lot. I’m sure your family will be glad to have you back.”

“I don’t know about that. My daughter and I have…our differences.”

“Does she live with you?”

“No, she’s grown. Long out of the nest. I live alone now.”

“Oh.” You return your stethoscope to its drape over the nape of your neck. “Well, glad to be out of here, in any case. I need to check your chest. From what I got on report everything is healing well. Any pain?”

“I’m alright.” He shifts, lifting the blue diamond patterned hospital gown.

You almost gasp, managing to stifle it at the last moment. Keep it professional.

The damage is so, so much worse here. So many deep scars. Nothing like the fainter ones marring his upper extremities. Puckered gouges. Taut, shiny dark red lines bordered by dots where the surgical staples that had held his wounds closed had been. More irregular patterns you cannot discern the origin of. What had been inside that suit?

“On a scale of one to ten, ten being the worst—”

“Zero. I’m fine, honestly.”

You sense he’s not being entirely truthful despite his reassurances. You notice the slight wince when he moves. Still tender.

“If you need something—”

“—I don’t need pain medication.”

You blink, slowly removing your stethoscope again. Stubborn. Well, you’ll leave it for now. “I’m going to check your abdomen. I’m sorry, my hands are always cold.” You listen, then percuss and press in each quadrant. The faintest silver stretch marks on his belly near the umbilicus. He was much heavier, once. You note a faint happy trail that disappears into navy blue boxer briefs and quickly shove that from your thoughts. “Any tenderness?”

“No.” His eyes have not left your face since you’ve begun examining him.

“Okay. Would you mind sitting up for me so I can listen to your lungs and check your skin?”

He complies. There is a knot at the top of the johnny. The rest is open. You don’t even have to instruct him to breathe deeply. He really is familiar with the routine. The scars are not as pronounced here. The majority of the damage looks like it was on the front of his torso.

You flip the sheet back to check his lower extremities once he’s settled again. No edema. Color good. Well perfused. The same light patterns as on his upper extremities. His legs are so long. He’s well over six feet, you think. His feet have to rest on either side of the footboard with the bed adjustment controls.

You readjust the sheet so it’s draped neatly over your patient’s frame once more. “Okay, we’re all set. Everything looks good.” You tap on the call button hung over the side rail. “You call me if you need anything, okay? I’ll check on you later, Mr. Raglan.”

“Steve, please.” He smiles. Such even white teeth. Dimples. The creases at the corners of his eyes deepening. Butterflies in your stomach. He really is quite attractive. He’s also your patient. Be professional.

“Goodnight, Steve.” You hear him pull the string to switch the light off as you leave the room.

He does not call for assistance. When you peek in later, the room is dimly lit by the nightlight set in the wall. He seems to be sleeping. Your shift ends.

***

Steve’s back on your assignment two nights later.

“Have you always worked third shift?”

“Since I became a nurse, yes. I’m a night owl. I don’t know how you do it. Getting up early five days a week. I’d rather stay up then get up. I didn’t last long in the hairdresser business.”

“You get used to it.”

“I guess. Open, please.” You slip the thermometer under his tongue. No fever, but he still feels impossibly warm. You realize that’s just his baseline.

“Since you mentioned it, I wonder if I might ask a favor of you. If your assignment isn’t too heavy. The day shift aides seem very occupied and the nurses much the same.”

“We actually discharged four people earlier tonight. I only have you and one other patient. Nursing home. Sweet lady. So yes, I’ll have down time. What’s up?”

“How would you feel about cutting my hair? This mess is absolutely driving me mad.” He rakes a hand through his graying locks.

“Oh, sure, I can do that, provided I find some decent scissors. If you trust me over someone in the salon. I think they’re short on help, like every other department. How short do you want it?”

“I trust your judgment and I’m tired of waiting. Would my driver’s license picture help?”

“Oh, yeah, good idea.”

“Top drawer of the bedside table.”

You find a weathered looking leather billfold inside. Deep creases. You remove the card from the vinyl window sleeve so you can see his picture more clearly. Side part. Layered. Facial hair much more neatly trimmed. And gold framed aviators. “You wear glasses?”

“Sometimes. Mainly for driving. I’m near sighted.”

“Oh. Well, I can manage this, no problem.” You tuck the license back inside the slot and fold the wallet, setting it back in the drawer. “You can lock this drawer, you know. I mean, I think all of our staff is trustworthy, but you never know.”

“There’s really nothing valuable left. In there.”

A definite pause. You wonder what’s buried in those words. Your eyes fall on the pile of greeting cards from well wishers. “Have you heard from your daughter?” You’d heard she’d been stabbed and had been in a coma for quite some time. Recovered now. A police officer.

“No, and I don’t expect to. We’re accustomed to long pauses without speaking.”

You see the man tense up and decide to shelve the topic. “It’ll be easier to cut your hair if it’s wet.”

“I’ll take a shower.”

“I’ll bring you some towels.”

He’s out of bed, standing beside it when you return. Very tall, as you’d predicted. “I put them in the bathroom. Just let me know when you’re ready.”

“I will.”

You close the door softly behind you.

***

“You’re in luck. The security guard I’m friendly with is on tonight. I invaded the hair salon.”

“Friendly, hmm?” He settles into the hardbacked chair you’ve pulled out from against the wall and you tuck a towel around his neck.

“Well, not that friendly.” You comb your fingers through the damp tresses, trying to decide where to begin.

“That feels nice.”

You let your hands scrape his scalp a little and he hums appreciatively. You’re so accustomed to quick in and outs, doing your assessments, administering medication, moving on to the next patient, repeating the process until it’s time for documentation. It’s nice to be doing something more leisurely for a change. Meeting other needs.

“You have really nice hair.” The texture of it. The coloring. You like the mixture of shades. Combing with an actual plastic tool now. Dragging everything even. Fingers marking off a swathe. You begin.

Muscle memory. You’d done enough trims in your previous profession. Men are so much easier to style than women. Pieces fall to the floor, catch on the towel. He needs a lot of layering. The soft sound of the shears snipping, a whisk of metal blades. Working near his ears. At his neck now. A thick neck, something else you’d noticed right away during your assessment. His eyes on you when you move to stand in front of him. Pressing close. The furniture seems so absurdly small. His knee bumping into you. Pajama pants on. Still the hospital gown on top. This one’s tie at the neck is ripped, instead fastened mid spine. Some of the buttons on the sleeves not snapped. Your fingers touch his face, adjusting his head so you can view his hairstyle from different angles. The scent of the baby shampoo the hospital supplies. Antibacterial soap.

“Not too shabby if I do say so myself. Maybe go have a look in the bathroom mirror?” You carefully gather the towel to minimize the mess and he rises. So tall. You keep forgetting. Looming beside you. Older tree and young sapling.

Departs. Returns. “It’s perfect.”

“I’m glad you like it. Want me to do your beard too?”

“If you wouldn’t mind.”

You don’t. It seems silly not to. Like leaving a job unfinished. The beard trimming feels more intimate. His eyes always on you. You finish. A near replica of how he’d looked previously, disregarding the weight loss.

“What do you miss the most, being in here for so long?” As if he is confined in a prison. It is a sort of holding cell, in a way. Trapped until the physician determines he’s able to return home. Or insurance runs out. Or unless he leaves AMA.

He hums thoughtfully. “I would kill for a cheeseburger and a cold beer. And a cigarette,” he adds with a heavy sigh of longing.

You blink in surprise. “You smoke?” You’re fairly certain it had said he was a non smoker in his chart.

“Not for years. Longer than you’ve been alive.”

You blush at this reminder of your age gap. “You want me to smuggle in some contraband?”

“Would you?”

“Yes. Tomorrow night. Tell me what you want specifically, brands and such, and I’ll try my best to get it for you.”

“How kind of you. Yet devious.” He grins again.

You’re starting to enjoy this dark smile of his.

***

You lead Steve up the stairs onto the hospital roof.

Clear autumn sky. Harvest moon. Air brisk. He’s wearing a gray sweatshirt and blue flannel pajama pants and slippers that don’t look like they quite fit right. You’ve got a cardigan on over your scrubs. Your companion sounds a little winded. Still adjusting to exercise. Therapy said he’d been progressing well. They’d done a home visit to assess what he’d have to manage physically independently. His discharge paperwork was now underway.

“If I thought we could get away with smoking in your room, I’d have just cracked the window, but there’s no way the alarm wouldn’t go off.” You hand him the pack and a lighter you’d tucked into your pocket. “You shouldn’t make a habit of this, though. I’m worried about your breathing.”

“I’ll be alright.” A flame illuminates his features. “It’ll take more than one cigarette to do me in.” He inhales shallowly, testing that theory. A sighed exhale. A little cough at the end that he’s trying to stifle.

“Steve,” you say warningly.

He waves the hand holding the cigarette. “I’m fine. I appreciate all of your efforts, really. The cheeseburger was divine. The beer the same. This is exactly what I needed.” He takes another drag. No coughing this time.

You fold your arms across your chest, leaning back against the small brick structure that houses the roof access.

“Do you ever treat yourself to something you enjoy? I imagine being a caregiver is rather draining.”

“I enjoy my days off. It’s a good schedule. I can’t really complain.”

“When’s the last time you went on vacation?”

You frown. “I have no idea. It’s been years.”

“Maybe it’s time you took one.”

“I don’t even know where I’d go.”

Raglan flicks the end of the cigarette. “You could visit Hurricane.” So casually said. Your breath hitches.

“You mean visit you?”

“I would hope you’d stop by if you were in the area.” He blows a stream of smoke.

“I would.”

“You would or you will?” Another drag, followed by a cough. Longer this time.

You move closer, touching his sleeve. “You should stop, Steve. I’m really worried.”

The man sighs, letting the cigarette drop from his fingers and grinding it beneath the sole of his shoe. “Maybe you’re right.” He tucks the lighter and the pack back into the pocket of your cardigan. “Will you?”

“Will I what?”

“Will you come to me, in Hurricane?” The wind lifts a stray strand of your hair and he tucks it back behind your ear. The casual touch lingers, evolving, his thumb now stroking deliberately along your jaw. You have just enough time to answer affirmatively before his lips dust across yours.

[chaifootsteps]

I absolutely love how Viv liked a "gotcha" tweet about someone rightfully criticizing how much Val has been woobified and adored by the fandom, rather than getting his head blown off with a 12 gauge shotgun because "he's hot". Like, the person who qrt'd the tweet has a William Afton/Springtrap PFP and the Stan is like: "your pfp is a child murderer"

Yes. A cartoonishly, over the top child murderer in a fucking rabbit suit, who is also a genius in robotics and lures children to their deaths only to stuff them in robotic suits to... *checks notes* control them? (FNAF movie version anyways)

Give me an example of a very specific serial killer who has done exactly that, and who people sexualize and woobify.

Also, yes, both characters aren't real. But what Val does to Angel? Very real.

Rape is real.

SA is real.

Abuse is real.

Control through fear, guilt, shame and power dynamics is very real.

Not to mention, Scott does NOT sexualize or endorse his actions in any way. That man has gotten springlocked, made to suffer in an empty building in for years, crushed and burned and tormented by the children he murdered.

Can we talk about how much Viv likes hot Val art btw? It's genuinely so disgusting to see her liking tweets defending Val. I'm a CSA victim and the last thing I'd want to see is someone sexualizing my 3 rapists like that.

And I don't defend anything William does either. He's an evil mfer who gets rightfully and painfully punished multiple times.

Yes, let your villians be villians. But they need to be punished accordingly.

I want to see Val getting torn apart. But I doubt Viv will do it. She seems to love him too much. And who's gonna SA Angel if Val dies? Can't have her fetish fuel character die can we?

Seriously. Compare how the 2 characters are treated by their creators. Look through her damn likes.

Then look at what Scott intended for this monstrous character.

They aren't comparable.

https://youtu.be/1LuyIp9bPFQ?si=H7iSpxbbpKImvS_o

And to be clear, I don't think there's anything wrong if someone in the fandom likes Valentino as a character, even if he is the most disgusting, deplorable piece of shit you've ever seen. But when you as a creator are actively woobifying him and shutting down people who want to see him fed into one of those machines at the junkyard that crush cars, that's a problem.

[mercymermaid]

obligatory 2:30 am willry ramble (cw mentioned homophobia, nothing big)

In the beginning, they were best business buddies, friends that met in college and hit it off immediately, yadda yadda yadda. They found their respective ladies, got married, had kids, and decided to put their little restaurant plans from back in college into action (fuck fall fest).

There wasn't anything super special between them at the time. They were loyal to their wives, and saw each other as nothing but best friends, the type you'd sleep with in the same bed, no homo style. They'd seen each other nearly naked in the springlock suits, shared the last bottle of beer, all that normal bestie stuff.

Then their wives fell right out of the picture. Death, divorce, whatever it was, it left both Henry and William reeling, both lacking that figure that you're supposed to cherish and love until the end, their respective families now left with a gaping, person-sized hole smack in the center.

In an effort to rebuild and move past, that closeness evolved into something slightly more intimate. Resting together on the couch turned into cuddly naps, trying to figure out how to bake (as the men in relationships that sparked at latest in the 70s) turned into a partner activity, and where they'd work on opposite sides of their little workshop before, one would find himself massaging the other's aching back while watching over his shoulder and criticizing his work.

They never put a name to it, nor did they even try to. They were drowning in paperwork and business and robots and dealing with angsty teenagers and hyper children, so they never bothered to realize what had sparked between them. It felt perfectly normal, and with how popular they were in town, everyone assumed the same. In a time where homosexuals were looked down upon, it'd be foolish to assume the most successful businessmen in the area would fall to such sins.

It was great, until, as it always does, shit hits the fan. The Bite of '83 happened, and William spiraled right into the deep end. He changed. He became colder, more distant, and while at first Henry tried to brush this off as deep-set grief, it only grew and grew. No matter what Henry tried, he couldn't prevent William changing.

Then came Charlie's death. It hit Henry straight out of left field, as you'd assume the death of a child would, and now he was left scrambling for nothing, left to rot in the middle of a raging ocean with no driftwood to hold onto. William was the same, though rather than an ocean of despair, he was in the burning pits of insanity, and while Henry kept swimming, desperate to save himself from drowning, William embraced it, drinking the flames and allowing the blaze to scorch him from the inside and out.

Opposites attract, usually. After all, at first, William was the stuck-up, charming, professional British man, with a resting bitch face and a face so pale, it looked as if he had never seen the sun, while Henry was boisterous and outgoing, the dad friend, Southern and tanned from a life in the sun.

But when Henry eventually put together the pieces as William's mind fell further apart, not even the basic laws of physics and fate could rescue them. By the time he figured out the whole story, the place in his heart reserved for his best friend had filled in, gone with no trace left behind besides a faint grief of what they once had.

William's heart, on the other hand, had shattered. His youngest son was dead, Elizabeth was dead, Michael had abandoned him, and all he had left was what Henry used to be to him. Internally, as he was killed and burnt and killed and burnt time and time again, he didn't know what he wanted. As regrets rotted and festered for decades alongside him, all he could think about was that he wanted to feel Henry's hug again. He wanted to rekindle what they once had, even if deep inside, he knew damn well it would never happen.

When Henry created the fake restaurant to lure William in, it was... an emotional disaster. Obviously, it tends to be such when the culmination of decades of death and revenge and disaster all go up in literal flames, and you see your long-gone children one last time, but when you place two former lovers in a room, one that's moved on and one that's glued to his spot, it doesn't go well. Henry felt no remorse, because what he saw in front of him as the temperature rose wasn't the man he cherished. It was a monster, from the same pits of hell that William fell prey to. But what William saw was the same man, unchanged and undefeated, exactly the same as what he had once loved, and as Henry's speech rang out through the restaurant and Cassidy prepared herself to play god, he wasn't scared. He was broken.

okay yeah idk what that was i hope it was coherent 😭

[mobox87]

¿Cuándo hará headcanons de Renata?🥹

(Pd: me alegra que esté bien)

Of course Of course!

Renanta graduated from Nursing with honors.

Thanks to this, for a short period of time she came to work at freddys in the nursing area.

Paulette's animatronic is specifically designed as a gift for her ex-husband, William.

Many of the robots that William has created as female have been based on her, but some others, based on hers, his children.

When Renata met William, she was exercising to compete in the Olympics, unfortunately Will, in a fit of nervousness decided to ruin this, because he wanted Renata to be just for him, so he caused an Accident, causing her to break the leg, but he kept that by taking care of her to make their love blossom.

Renata had an affair at the time when she had separated for a time from William, resulting in Brandy.

Renata is for more, the only member of the Afton family who feels compassion for others, to the point of forgiving William, but accepting not wanting to see him again in her life.

Her also being the only one that she still receives her son Michael with love in her arms, even treating him like a scared child.

Renata met William again in Fazbear Fright at the age of 89. They both recognized each other, and even William/Springtrap gave her the idea of living forever as a robot, which Renata flatly refused.

There is a Springlocks suit that was built especially for her, but once William tried to get her in, she escaped from it, the suit is still in the aftons basement.

After Kenny, Renata couldn't have any more children.

Even if she hates William with all her heart, she still feels quite sorry that she can't do anything to change him.

Her father was the Capo of a mafia, which disappeared over the years when her father was no longer seen.

She knows ballet and it is one of her favorite activities, besides sewing.

William injected her with remnant, so Renata is now unable to even die.

[puppermation]

Happy birthday to Five Nights at Freddys!!

Wow, ten years, huh? crazy how time flies. I was around 12-13 when I got introduced to FNAF and I guess that admiration for such a game never left.

More tangenting under the cut vvvv

Not only has this game have a grip on me for all 10 years, but it's been a reason I've actively persued character design; Making characters for FNAF was just so FUN. My first proper digital character I didn't trace over was a fnaf oc that was a springlock. After that it was over. It was also when I started to write a lot, really just expand my artistic eye.

I've still been caught up with everything, say for most of the books and Tales From The Pizzaplex. But it's a ride I plan to stay on, for this decade to the next.

[furry-tronics]

Idk if the community still believes Monty is the one who destroyed Glam. Bonnie.

But if it is still the case, I'm here to prove his innocence here (JK!! I just want to share a small theory, you can take it or not)

I want to start by saying that this theory is connected with Fuhnaff's theory about security breach, where he explains stuff about the mimic and their role inside the pizzaplex, so all credits to him!

I saw the video and convinced me more that the mimic has more connections...

And remember! it's just a theory, you can leave it or take it

Books spoilers down, not big ones, but just in case

IT'S KIND OF LONG SORRY

First of all, I feel and believe, the one who killed/destroyed Glam. Bonnie was the mimic.

If you watched Fuhnaff's theory about the mimic, where he talks about him (this one specifically), it shows up about a tech talking about a weird/creepy robot that was being used to work with them

Screenshots are taken from the wiki

That means the mimic was still around the pizzaplex when the glamrocks were active, but when that guy died (the one teaching the mimic in the books died 'cause of him, so it might be the same one since he has been missing for months), the one who started to train him was Vanessa.

It might be possible that she and the company decided to use the mimic to get rid of the main glamrocks, starting with Glam. Bonnie.

It is known that the company still has bad reputation, people still remember about the missing children and all the accidents that happened. It is possible that the company just wants to get rid of the main animatronics and try to clean the company's reputation.

(Who says there wasn't a Glamrock Foxy even before the events of Glamrock Bonnie's death? And that's why we just see his older version in the cutouts?, the same happened with Bonnie's bowl, we just see him in his older version.)

But, why Glamrock Bonnie first? Why not Glam. Chica or even Glam. Freddy?

I'm not really sure people inside that universe know how Afton died or if they know he was springlocked in SpringBonnie, but i'm sure they do.

In the books, there is shown it exists a Roleplay Theater in the Pizza Plex with the SpringBonnie suit, those kids know about Afton and what he used to kill them. Maybe, in game, they do know as well, since the books and games, are paralel to eachother, the books helping to understand the lore in games, telling different stories, but with a similar meaning (not canon btw, that's what I believe it is)

People just remember a man with a bunny suit killing children... And that leads to Bonnie, being connected to a bad memory, even tho he had nothing with it.

The company probably wanted to get rid of the bunny animatronic first out of the way, replacing him with Monty, an animatronic absolutely different from him.

But, what was he doing that night? Where was he going?

It seems he takes TO LONG to get into the East Arcade, more than 2 hours, the same thing with him heading to Monty Golf. It is possible that the Security Report stops at 6 AM, and that's why we don't know anything more about Bonnie after him entering Monty Golf, and if he was damages, the report would have said as well (Except if it was Vanessa who wrote it, where she planned to make him dissapear that night)

But, why does he take so long to get there? It is known that the glamrocks are quite fast while moving, and they don't get that long to get to places (Recharging himself while going? I'm not sure tbh...)

I believe the bunny animatronic was looking for someone, someone reaching for help.

The mimic could have been using someone's voice to lure Glamrock Bonnie to him, and while he was looking to whoever it was, he warned Vanessa about someone was calling for help, and since he got no answer, a police officer got the message.

What a coincidende, right? Vanessa is the one that gets the officer out and doesn't let him check around. It could have been an innocent victim crying out for help, but I don't believe Vanessa would leave them alone with any kind of communication, including a Fazwatch.

I believe Glamrock Bonnie was actually looking for that voice around and that's why it took him to different places,that's why it was taking him so long, making him take that long to take into places, ending up in Monty's golf.

Vanessa finishes working at 6AM, so if anything happened after 4:12 AM, she didn't write it down, because she was probably busy hiding Glamrock Bonnie wherever he was (I want to apoligice because I don't remember correctly where we can find him in ruin) probably leaving close to 6AM, not giving her time to write down if Glamrock Bonnie was back or not to his room.

So yeah, I'm assuming the mimic is the one on destroying him, and maybe with some of Vanessa's help.

Why I believe Monty is innocent?

First of, his claws where replaced AFTER replacing Bonnie, he seems he doesn't have claws in his 'younger' cutout

Talking about his younger self, let's talk about what they show us for a sec.

They show us Monty wanting to be part of the band as well, where Glamrock Bonnie gives him his bass. Monty gets a "glow up" and gets into the band, giving to the children a kind of message like "Bonnie retired and gave his place to Monty, that's why Bonnie isn't around anymore".

And that's probably their "official" way to answer the kids to 'where's Bonnie?'

We see in the Gator Golf minigame, a way to tell us that Monty hates Freddy, but I think that's a way to tell us the company is the one who hates Freddy, and they are trying to take Monty to the top.

But what if I tell ya', Monty actually doesn't want to be there, it is known by the techs that he has missed some performances before

If he wanted to be part of the band, why would he been missing performances? Why would he go back to the catwalks in Gator Golf? Why would he destroy his own room? It is known that he has caused damage before Freddy's error, so I think it is a daily thing he does, and he is full of anger.

I believe Monty never wanted to be part of the band, and the company is just spreading lies about him "Monty wanted to be a superstar" "Monty this" "Monty that", just trying to give a new face to the company. The cutouts show a story, but the reality it's always another.

How would you feel if the place you are stuck in, obligues you to do stuff you don't like? Besides that, how would you feel if someone said fake stuff about you? How would you feel?

Monty is always found in the catwalks from Gator Golf, the tech says

"we found him in the same place we always do, the catwalks over Monty golf"

Meaning he has done it more than twice, and it's a very common thing he does. Again, why would he skip performances if that's something he wished for?

Monty feels anger, he just wants to go back to Monty Golf, originally where he was designed to be. He doesn't want to be in that room, so he destroys everything he sees. We have never seen in the messages that he tried to attack any of the glamrocks, and if he did, we would have known.

Maybe Monty knows what happened with Bonnie in Gator Golf, and comes back to find clues to see where they hid Bonnie, trying to bring him back to stage and bring everything to normal, I just made this up, I'm not really convinced with this

And well, that's all I have to share, for short, I believe Monty feels anger because he doesn't want to be the bass, he wants to go back to his old rutine back in Gator Golf, so he is mad at everyone, and destroys everything he sees to try calm his anger. And the one killing Bonnie was the mimic with some special features Vanessa gave him, the mimic lured him into making him believe someone needed help, taking him to that closed room in gator room, he then destroying him.

Again, this is just a theory, take it or leave it, thanks for reading <3