#Does this fall under FNAF

[nixierain]

Phone call thingy from my FNAF inspired game idea LividMetal nights

Night 1.

“Hello? You there?“Oh, hi, and welcome to your first night on the job at LividMetals. I’m here to get you settled in on your first night. You can call me |Static| be- |more static| -ef- |static| -Steak. Now let’s start with the layout, in front of you on your desk are your monitors. You can look at the cameras into each room, room one is the waste room, 2 is the lounge, 3 is not important, the camera doesn’t work, room four isn’t on the cams ‘cause you can see that out your window *laughs*, camera 5 is in your office, 6 is the corridor, and 7 is the test room. Now note that you do have to get up and check on the rooms in person at least Once a night, just not the boiler room, we have professionals handling that room. Now, with walking around, be sure to be quiet, you can wake something up. But that won’t happen, but if you do and they start walking around and they do happen to get into your room hide under your desk and flash it with your flashlight, and if that doesn’t work, scream. And if all else fails, beg for mercy. But that won’t happen, you’ll be fine, there is nothing to fear. That should be all. Bye!” Let me know if you want to hear more of them :)

[sant-riley]

Yeah but like what if one day Gaz walked into a room and saw Y/N FNAF lore dumping to Ghost

[Infodumping the boys]

(Mostly Platonic tf141 x gen neutral! reader, hints at Ghost bc it’s me and I’m biased.)

Summary: Teddy aka You, decide to gather the gang and tell them about five nights at Freddy’s before the movie comes out.

Word count: 800 ish

Warnings: Possibly of for the boys (idrc tho lmao), Teddy is this readers callsign, reader is implied to be at least early 20’s, I can’t think of anything else tbh but lmk if this does need something tagged!

It wasn't uncommon for you to infodump your teammates, they're all older than you and have significantly less screen time than you (it ties into being older). Most of the information you give them is something they take as fact, this is no different.

Gaz of all people knows your interests best, you two being the closest in age means you both realistically grew up with the internet and its most popular series.

The last thing he expected walking into one of the many meeting rooms on base, was you at the front of the room, your laptop hooked up to the projector and Price and Soap sitting down, dutifully listening with varying degrees of attention.

Price is to your left, staring down at mission documents that no doubt need to be turned in by tomorrow. A glass of some liquor next to his stack, a cigar box that's propped open right by it as well.

To anyone else, it would seem like Price isn't listening and he's just here to keep you from bothering him to come but Gaz can see the Captain's eye flick up every so often, his eyes softening when his gaze falls on yours, listening for a few beats, a miniscule upturn of his lips until he's looking back down again, grabbing a pen to make a correction.

Soap on the other hand is sitting next to Cap, a hand resting under his chin, the other flipping around a pen in his hands. He's nodding and asking questions as you flick through. Below him is a notebook that seems to have scribbled in it, if Gaz walked in further he could see little drawings of Monty Gator and Soap himself, a Venn diagram with a large red writing saying "Mohawk!!"

Ghost being there probably should be a shock but it isn't. The man is known to follow you around like a shadow, he humors you arguably the most out of the four men, letting you drag him to and from places with minimal complaint. He bets Ghost is gonna be the one to take you to the five nights at Freddys movie premiere.

Simon's dressed down to just his hoodie and his balaclava mask, attentively watching you as you speak passionately about each character and their role in the series. his dark eyes flicking around to stare at the drawings you inserted so everyone could see what the animatronics and others looked like.

You would've thought this was a mission debrief with how focused he was on your words.

Gaz lets out a fake cough, announcing himself to the room and he watches as your eyes immediately latch onto him, he ignores how his heart skips a beat when he sees the crinkles of your eyes, seeing you shoot a glowing smile his way.

You always look at him like that but he never tires of it.

"Gaz! Finally, you're here!"

Rushing over to him, you grab at his hand, quickly intertwining fingers, and start dragging him to the seat next to Ghost. He sits down with a huff, amusement swimming around his eyes. You move to go back to the front of the room, gleefully rocking on the balls of your feet as you look at them.

"What's all this about?" He questions, after getting nods in acknowledgment from the other 3 men in the room.

"Teddy here is tellin' us about five nights at…Frankies?"

"It's Freddy's, Johnny." You roll your eyes playfully.

"No shot you're making Ghost and Cap listen to this."

"I'm not making them do anything, they're here of their own free will, thank you very much." Sticking out your tongue, moving to click to the next slide.

"Is that true Cap?"

"It's background noise," John murmurs with a shrug, taking a swig out of his glass. He leans back in his seat, seemingly taking a momentary break as he looks around at the table.

"Got nothin' better else to do," Simon answers easily, looking at Gaz from the corner of his eye.

"You ain't gonna ask me, Garrick?"

"Nah, you of all people would enjoy it."

"What's tha-"

"Boys! Shut it! We're getting to the good part!" You clap your hands together and Soap immediately cuts himself off, looking back at you.

With all the boys' eyes on you, you clear your throat and push a button, there, from when Gaz remembers, is Michael Afton in all his purple nasty body glory.

"Fucks wrong with him? Why does he look like that?" Simon remarks, an eyebrow shooting up.

"I'm so glad you asked, you know actually the more I think about it, You and Michael actually have a lot in common.”

"How so?"

"Asshole dad, the oldest brother, daddy issues, I can keep going if you want."

Ghost just grunts in acknowledgment, raising a hand to his head and rubbing at his temples.

Price chokes on his liquor, coughing as it goes down the wrong pipe.

Soap audibly drops an "oh."

And Gaz just stares, truth be told, yeah. Yeah, he can see the resemblance.

[highhhfiveee]

mint

pairing: mike schmidt x blackfem!reader summary: you’re abby’s mint chocolate-loving babysitter. mike takes notice. wc: 1.3k tags: suggestiveness, swearing, fluff. *minor movie spoiler that isn’t a spoiler fr but kind of is* a/n: oi. this is my first official piece of fanfic on tumblr and i'm excited but also super nervous. i never knew what characters i wanted to write for as most of my fandoms are obsolete tbh (teen wolf and maze runner, i'm looking at you 💔) but after watching the fnaf movie and falling in love with j hutch like i'm 14 again, i wanted to try to write for mike!  i'm sorry if this story sucks tbh. i wrote it pretty quickly, did not edit it in any way (watch for grammar and spelling errors!) and i'm still trying to establish characters and plot and do all this silly billy worldbuilding, but i'll get better! i'm also taking requests for both fluff and smut, so if y'all would like to send anything for me to write, i'll def accept! like i said in my last post, i think i'm gonna redo my tumblr layout so i can feel like a true fanfic/misc blog lmao so ignore its under construction phase ((: i hope y'all enjoy this though bc i've been thinking ab mike schmidt all night 

i have sooo many ideas, but between last night and this morning, i’ve been thinking of abby’s babysitter!reader (bc fuck max). 

you’ve been channel surfing in the living room since you put abby down, working with her to lock down a nightly routine. ideally, she’d bathe, eat dinner (god willingly), brush her teeth, and then you’d be able to get her to lay in bed and doze off. some nights, this required dessert. 

“you just brushed your teeth though. it’s gonna taste gross.”

“not if it’s one of those mint chocolate things you always have.” you straighten up, eyes squinted at the child before you; she meant the small, sometimes melted, squares of Andes mint chocolate you always kept. they’d always been your favorite, a guilty pleasure in this fucked up world. 

you hadn’t been babysitting abby for long, and you didn’t realize that she'd been watching you crush the chocolates like it was light work. they were easy to eat, and once you had one, you found out how easy it was to eat another one, and then another one, and then another one until there was a mountain of crinkled foil next to your phone and chocolate smeared on your face. 

"please, y/n. just one," you didn't exactly know if it was a lie. abby was convincing, able to break you down with her eyes, pleading and puppy-dog like. "please." 

you cave, leaning down to brush her hair back from her forehead and place a gentle kiss on the skin. with pursed lips, you whisper, "fine, but tomorrow night. i have to get some more." 

abby does nothing but smile, eyes fluttering closed. you stay with her for a bit like you always do--watching the way her chest rises and falls, and how her features twitched with slumber. features scarily similar to mike's. 

of course she'd look like mike. they were siblings, no shit, but the resemblance occupied your brain. there was sweet abby, with her colorful clothes and scribbled drawings and persuasive aura, and then there was mike. 

you shake your head, giving abby another kiss before exiting her room. you didn't need to think about mike. he wasn't what you were here for. you'd come to abby's school as an aide and after she'd privately confided in you about her home life, you knew you had to help her. you would do anything for her, even if that meant taking care of her while suppressing the overwhelming school girl crush you had on her older brother.

mike was a bit older than you, which didn't scare you at all. guys in their early 20s were rarely mature, doing anything they could just to fuck; but guys in their late 20s, mike specifically, had only ever shown you couth, surprisingly. 

for nearly two months, five mornings a week, the sound of the door being unlocked would ring out. you'd turn to see sunshine pouring into the living room, enveloping mike's brooding figure in a radiant golden glow.

he'd hang his coat on the wall hooks, drop his bag down to his feet, and give you a small but warm smile. you'd try to not to embarrass yourself as you two made small talk, packing up your things.

you always left unscathed, but recently it'd been hard. you were always thinking about him, dreaming about him even; how his hair would feel between your fingers, how his hands would feel on your face, how his face would feel between your thighs. 

the thought is washed away, drowned out by the sound effects of a loud infomercial when the door opens, and you're turning and squinting against the wash of pale yellow on your face. mike steps forward with a, "hey, y/n" and you meekly raise your hand to wave. 

he hangs his hoodie up to reveal his shoulder blades flexing under an uncharacteristically tight navy blue sweater. you can't help but stare.

"just wake up?" his voice is raspy, but he's still facing the wall, rummaging in his bag for something. 

"um...yeah. brain's still turning on," you lie, tossing the thick blue blanket off your body. you didn't sleep at all, kept up with your thoughts and the last of your Andes mints (though you loved her, you couldn't give abby your last ones).

"hm," he mutters, finally turning to you but keeping his hands behind his back. something crinkles in them and you raise your eyebrow at the tired yet amused expression he takes with you. it's enough to make your body hot and you awkwardly pull at the collar of your shirt, fanning yourself off.

"hot?" the gravelly tone sends you into a giggling fit, shaking your head as you shoot to your feet. you have to leave before you do or say something you regret. 

"uh, yeah, it was s-super hot under that...um...blanket. i shouldn't have worn sweatpants to s-sleep," you stutter, nodding your head along with mike as he steps closer to you. this couldn't be the moment something happens, right? it'd been so casual between you too, very friendly, and he'd never shown any signs of trying to do anything with you before. why would he choose right now, so spontaneously? 

he stands before you, the slightest bit taller than you. you're able to see every pore, every freckle, every microscopic detail in his eyes and lips.

you open your mouth, hoping your heart doesn't fall out, to ask what's happening, when he reveals a bag of Andes mints, one bigger than you've ever seen.

your mouth stays open in surprise. "wh-"

"abby's been talking about them. i wondered where she found out about them but--" he nudges his head towards the coffee table, where a small mound of green wrappers lay. you swear under your breath, cursing yourself for not throwing them away like you usually do. 

"i'm sorry," you whisper, blushing beyond measure as you begin to frantically pack your things. "i should be more careful with that stuff."

"god, y/n, you're saying it like it's coke," mike chuckles. he sets the bag down on the couch and reaches out to you, placing his hand on yours as you shove things into your tote. "hey." 

his voice forces you to stop and look up. you melt under his stare just like you do with abby. the puppy-dog thing must run in the family.

"i feel bad about not being able to pay you yet, and i really appreciate all you're doing. abby told me that you loved those mints, so..."

"thank you, mike," you say over the sound of your pounding heart. you didn't care about the money, you didn't need it. being appreciated by someone who made your heartbeat resonate throughout your body was payment enough. "this is really sweet." 

"thank you, y/n. you don't know how much this means to me." You scoff, throwing your tote over your shoulder and looking down at your feet. 

"i'm always happy to help." you and mike stand facing each other for what feels like hours, the air as thick as molasses between you. his eyes were squinted, low and dark and intriguing.

you wished you could read his mind. what was he thinking? did his heart do the same thing as yours, wacking against his ribcage with no end in sight? did he stay up thinking about you when he was supposed to be sleeping, imagining how you felt, what you sounded like, how you tasted---

"see you later tonight?" his voice rocks you out of your trance. he's not thinking about you. he's tired, wondering when you'll leave so he can fall into his bed and doze off. 

"yeah. tell abby i said i'll see her tonight." your smile is tight as you exit the house, cursing at yourself as you get into your car. 

you didn't know how long you could go on like this. 

ya, i know this sucks and it isn't really anything but we're gonna work our way through these fics and blurbs to really develop a cute relationship (,: i will still be writing other fics for mike, and possibly using another babysitter!reader in a different universe, but as for now, we're gonna be rocking with these two (: (thinking that we’ll label her as 🌱🍫!reader)  all notes are appreciated (: thanks for reading!

[just-some-guy-joust]

Just Some Guy Joust - Contestants List

Note: This is NOT the order of the brackets. Like with the last tournament, the order of the brackets will be a surprise. This list was randomized from the brackets I set up and does not represent who each character will be up against. The only thing you know for sure which side of the bracket they're on. When the polls go up, they'll be posted in order based on the list here, NOT based on where their brackets actually are!

Round 1 of Side A is over! Round 1 of Side B is CURRENTLY UP!

(Full list of characters in text format is under the cut)

Side A

Sasha James (The Magnus Archives)

Reigen Arataka (Mob Psycho 100) - died round 1

Joy (Underworld Office/Charlie in Underworld) - died round 1

Junpei (Zero Escape)

Horse (Centaurworld)

Phone Guy (FNAF) - died round 1

Gordon Freeman (HLVRAI)

Joshua Gillespie (The Magnus Archives) - died round 1

Namari (Dungeon Meshi)

Shez (Fire Emblem: Three Hopes) - died round 1

Henry Stickmin (Henry Stickmin)

Stanley (The Stanley Parable)

Whole (Chonny Jash's Charming Chaos Compendium) - died round 1

Larry (Pokemon)

Luke Carder (Inscryption) - died round 1

Leorio Paladiknight (Hunter x Hunter) - died round 1

Barry the Quokka (The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog)

Tommy (HLVRAI) - died round 1

Ulala Serizawa (Persona 2: Eternal Punishment) - died round 1

April O'Neil (TMNT - All versions)

Tsuzuru Minagi (Act! Addict! Actors!) - died round 1

Matt (Woe.Begone)

Gilear Faeth (Fantasy High - Dimension 20)

Apollo Justice (Ace Attorney)

Emmet Brickowski (The LEGO Movie) - died round 1

Stahl (Fire Emblem: Awakening)

Doug Eiffel (Wolf 359) - died round 1

Jack Townsend (Tales from the Gas Station) - died round 1

Frisk (Undertale) - died round 1

Brian Pasternack (Yuppie Psycho)

Trevor Hills (American Arcadia)

Barry Bluejeans (The Adventure Zone: Balance) - died round 1

Side B

Carol Kohl (Carol and The End of The World)

Jaehee Kang (Mystic Messenger) - died round 1

Paul Matthews (The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals)

Emma Perkins (The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals) - died round 1

Su Moting (God Troubles Me) - died round 1

Satou Hiroshi (Disastrous Life of Saiki K.)

Chilchuck Tims (Dungeon Meshi) - died round 1

Michelle Nguyen (Welcome to Night Vale)

Tad Strange (Gravity Falls)

Colin Robinson (What We Do in the Shadows) - died round 1

The Bard (Wandersong)

Usopp (One Piece) - died round 1

Nick Carraway (The Great Gatsby)

Link (Ocarina of Time) - died round 1

Kazooie (In a Manor of Speaking) - died round 1

Connecticut Clark (FlorkofCows)

Samwise Gamgee (Lord of the Rings)

Hitomi Shizuki (Madoka Magica)

Junpei Iori (Persona 3)

Han Solo (Star Wars) - died round 1

Tomoya Mashiro (Ensemble Stars!) - died round 1

Peter Sqloint (Just Roll With It: Apotheosis)

Cabbage Merchant (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Marta Cabrera (Knives Out) - died round 1

Greg Universe (Steven Universe)

Yuuki Mishima (Persona 5) - died round 1

Gingerbrave (Cookie Run) - died round 1

Arthur Dent (Hitchhikers Guide to The Galaxy) - died round 1

Elsen (OFF)

Mob (Mob Psycho 100)

Tadano Hitohito (Komi Can't Communicate) - died round 1

Rung (Transformers - IDW Continuity) - died round 1

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

I'm still saying Afton is not the Mimic

Spoilers for the Ruin DLC under the Cut. I wanted to include this in my mega post... but I know that the fandom is flooded with "the Mimic was Afton all along" theories right now actually.

There will be a lot under the cut, explaining some personal theories and the ending of the RUIN DLC so... be warned.

The Mimic, if you read the books, (but you probably haven't so I'll explain it in a few short sentences) is a character from the Tales of the Pizzaplex Books that was built by a Faz Engineer who made a robot to mimic his son to keep him company while he worked long hours while he lived in a factory. The child died in a car accident, and the Mimic kept miming his son's behavior. So in his grief, the engineer beat him to death in rage and grief. This infused rage in the machine.

So now the Mimic mimes behavior of a four year old, but it's corrupted and twisted. It will mime the action of 'scooping icecream' but will be scooping out your brains. It also has an adaptive learning AI so the violent pain it experienced, along with a four year old teaching it, it's a very dangerous thing.

It's also buried into the foundation of the Pizzaplex. And was reprogramed by some dumb lazy tech to clear the debris down there. By disassembling the robots and putting them in a pile. Which it did to all the human construction workers by disassembling them and putting them in a pile.

"This pile" I think is the Blob. Or as the game files refer to it.... "THE TANGLE."

(hard to see but take my word for it. that's him)

(cheating camera angle)

I think "The Tangle" is a infused pile of machinery, robots, and bodies that have all wound up down there.

So, we know that the blob is real. But I really think it's "The pile" that the Mimic has been stacking in the Book Epilogues. And it got out. Gregory/Mimic or Grimmick, says that something tunneled out of the building... And I believe this is 100% true. Because in Base Security Breach, we see this thing in the underground where Afton's room is.

But in RUIN.... This thing is on the top level??? HOw Did he get up here???

Easy..

He tunneled up.

So... the reason why RUIN looks like it does, and HOW it looks how it does...

Is because The Tangle got loose. And has been using the Pizzaplex as it's own series and network of tunnels like a burrowing snake or ant. Causing the entire building to fall in on itself. The Pizzaplex is it's ecosystem now. So that's why everything is falling apart how it is. He's breaking the very foundation and walls of everything.

So we do know the Blob IS real.

And let's assume that he's "the pile" that the Mimic has been building in the Tales of the Pizzaplex Epilouges. Just... sorting all the garbage, bodies, and endos into piles that he can find and stack.

So we know the Blob is real... but is Afton Burntrap real?

Forgive me I don't have the proper collectable screenshots so I'm pulling from the Wiki:

Throughout the game, you collect these real collectable comics that include all of the endings of Security Breach. And Cassie can recognize this as Gregory's art style, and has no idea when he had the time to make these or when he made them. EXCEPT Princess Quest. Which is pretty important I think. Which I think cements that Princess Quest is the definitive three star ending.

It's also worth noting that in Vanny's Room in the RUIN DLC... there is a book of "Fazbear History" by Vanny's Bed. So if Vanessa was freed and got out... we can assume she was talking to Gregory about the Fnaf lore as she knows it.

Also, it makes sense why some of these endings are a little insane now. cause it was just Gregory trying to process everything that happened to him at the Pizzaplex.

Gregory: So, I thought you had a twin sister for the longest time and-

Vanessa: Try again...

But anyway... if None of the previous endings were real.... Is Burntrap even real?

We collect this before we face the Mimic.... of Afton and the Blob. So we know The Blob/Tangle is real.... but was Afton ever real? Was Burntrap ever real? That's what we need to answer...

But if he isn't.... Why is his charging station down here in the furnace room all clouded up? ....As if it never was opened. As if he rotted inside with no more remnant to collect???

Cause here's the thing... I can accept the soft retconning of Afton. And if he was never real to begin with, and this is just Gregory's personal interpretation based on what Vanessa told them about what she was suffering through, I will take that. Or maybe Gregory saw the Mimic and interpreted it as this... I will take that as well.

However....

From what I said earlier... The Mimic... All his motivations in the game don't line up with Afton's.

He is doing exactly what he wants to do.

The Mimic is sealed in the back with Concrete... he's using Helpi and the VANNI Network to get Cassie to let him out. He just wants to get out of the basement and get Free.

Now... if Mimic is Afton the whole time...

and there is a case for it... they have almost the same idle animations as an endo, the Mimic does have Burntrap's claws on one hand. And he does have a similar pawed foot to Burntrap's design and they're practically identical height and pose.

And the Mimic is almost one-for-one linked with Hepi and the VANNI network. And I don't doubt that Vanny the person was using the VANNI network to get around the pizzaplex and become invisible to certain animatronics.

.....But...

here's a big But...

If the Mimic's goal is to kill people with his bare hands... and to get out of the concrete sealed basement, and break all the Security Nodes so he can get free???

WHY DOES THE PIZZAPLEX HAVE SO MANY MISSING PEOPLE/CHILDREN?

Why was the Human Staff all killed in the Pizzaplex?

Why are their children missing?

Why is Vanny hunting children and adults alike to kill in the first place?

This is not the Mimic's MO.

Because Vanny WAS working under influence of Glitchtrap and not the Mimic.

Because if the Mimic just wanted to get out... He would have told Vanny/Vanessa... head of Security.... To break all the Security Nodes A WHOLE LOT SOONER. Cause she literally has a VANNI Mask/suit and access to all of that.

The Mimic has no need for remnant or child killing or human killing if they aren't doing it themselves. The Mimic has always been very hands on with their kills.

But If Burntrap Afton is REAL... HE DOES have a reason for gathering this much Remenant.

He is growing in the charging station and trying to regrow his body.

And while the Mimic moves in a similar fashion to Burntrap, I think that's because he witnessed his behavior at one point and is copying it. But he never saw Afton in his prime. So he literally can't mimic the serial killer behaviors Afton is known for. Just likely his walk and how he breathes.

Because He literally can not copy Afton as a copy-cat killer, if there is NO Afton to Copy. There is no way that he could have learned who Afton was from all the way down below into the foundation. Especially with MXES keeping it hidden down there. And by "hidden" I'm sure it's hidden from Glitchtrap to even possess or check out that low.

People have to remember. The Mimic doesn't have access to illusion disc technology from the books. he can't replicate a corpse face. He's just a learning killer AI who has access to crappy mascot costumes. He can't look one-for-one like a person, even if he can sound like one.

So, there is a possibility that Burntrap Afton DID exist... He just rotted into dust once Vanny stopped collecting remnant for him.

Or there's also the possibility he was never real to begin with.

But.... Glitchtrap certainly was at one point. And Vanny was working with Glitchtrap to kill employees and children.

Not the Mimic.

Just their motivations and modus operandi don't add up if they are one in the same.

It wouldn't make sense for the Mimic to just tell Vanny to parade around in a bunny suit, kidnapping children and killing employees.

He would be telling her to disable the Security Nodes.

There is also the possibility that Vanessa sealed the Mimic in concrete after the events of Security Breach. But even then, I really don't think that she knew about it before hand until she went down to the basement to unplug Burntrap from his charging station.

Anyways... The only way I will see "Mimic is Afton" is that if Afton was using it's body. But then, it's not the Mimic anymore, it's just another Afton-clone.

And from everything from how I've seen the behavior of the Mimic in the DLC, it is operating completely divorced from Afton with it's own motivations and morals of it's own accord.

Oh, just to be clear, I'm not mad at this soft-retcon of burntrap. It's fine. Lol I actually prefer if he didn't exist.

And even if Burntrap was never real in the first place....

Then it means that Vanny was purely an agent of Glitchtrap.

Then when the Glitchtrap Virus got destroyed.... the Mimic hijacked the VANNI network and took it's place.

[serendipitous-imagines]

Hii I’m here to request fnaf sb (pre-ruin) Headcannons or a fic :) idm either

I would like to request Moon with a child!Reader with insomnia who can’t sleep in the daycare.. like never,,

You can choose the gender of the reader :D

Have a great day/night!!

Hi hello there!! I am so excited to do this reply, I think it is very cute!! I am so sorry for all of the delays. I totally accidentally lost my account info and could not log back in after a comedy of errors with my old laptop. But! I am back now! I hope you enjoy~!

✦ The first time it happened, Moon acted the same as he would whenever a child would refuse to take a nap, picking the child up and tucking them into their cot (and perhaps tying said child down with streamers). However, as incidents of you being unable to sleep began to occur consistently, Moon realizes that there is more of a problem than just 'defiance' or 'not being tired' like other kids in the Daycare. ✦ Moon never asked directly, but he could tell that you had insomnia. From the way you would get so restless even when you were trying your hardest to sleep or the dark circles under your eyes. Truthfully, it worries him that you have such a condition, it causes his code to give him warnings about your state near constantly. ✦ During naptime, Moon will often gently take your hand and take you away from the other children. He does not think that you will wake them up, but he does not want any of the others getting any funny ideas on how they can avoid naptime as well. Not only that, when he brings you into the separate room he is able to entertain you so that you are not laying there restless and miserable in your cot. ✦ Moon notices during the day just how tired you are, how slow you blink, how often you yawn, and how lethargic you are compared to all of the other children. It makes him feel a certain way emotionally that he is not used to experiencing. When the effects of your insomnia are particularly bad, Moon will scoop you up in his arms and walk around with you so that you are not at risk of collapsing and getting hurt. ✦ If you do fall from exhaustion, Moon immediately will get bandages and an ice pack to tend to any of your cuts and scrapes. And then he will watch you all day long and try and keep you on the soft play pads. ✦ After talking with Sun, when it is time for naptime, Moon will make you warm milk with some vanilla extract and honey in it to try and induce sleep. Even though it does not work, Moon is happy to see you have a sweet treat to distract you from the fact that everyone around is asleep. ✦ Moon will sit down beside you on bean bags while overlooking the sleeping children to make sure no one is getting up. While he is not as good as Sun is at arts and crafts, he will try to make bracelets and other quiet activities with you. Honestly, it is one of his favorite parts of the day and you are one of his favorite students in the daycare. He is so much kinder and worrisome to you than he is to the other kids.

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[aaaawic]

no funny video for this games birthday, mostly because i dont have time, but also because this game just. means more to me compared to the first game lol

gonna put my sappy rant under the Keep Reading button. again

picture this: youre Me, an 8 year old child. its the start of 2015. unsure of the exact day or month but it was 100% before March. Wednesday, the day that my dad takes my brother to therapy while mom stays at home with me. mom is taking a nap on your room, as she usually does. youre in the living room, tablet in hand with a couple of small baskets full of pony and various animal toys. you open google, not remembering what you were going to search in the first place. an article title catches your attention.

"Infamous Horror Indie Game, Five Nights At Freddy's, Gets A Long Awaited Sequel."

you blink, not knowing what that game even is. you, instead of searching on google or even on youtube what fnaf is, you decide to go to the tablets play store and download the game yourself. the first game isnt free and you know youre not allowed to buy games, so you go and download the free demo of Five Nights At Freddy's 2.

you grab your moms old shitty phone and two ponies, an official Rarity and a McDonald's glowy Applejack and start recording your tablet with the two ponies in front, acting like theyre playing and reacting to what happens in game. due to you being only 8 years old, you dont understand what any of the texts or what the weird guy talking on the non visible phone is saying, thanks to english not being your first language. you tap everything, and once finding the cameras, you flinch and leave in fear when you go to Cam 11, the Prize Corner, where the music box plays.

a few minutes later, theres a warning symbol flashing in the corner. you freak out, you fumble, checking the vents, checking the hallway, putting on the mask. it eventually stops. in the background you can hear a faint music box version of the song Pop Goes The Weasel playing, but due to your talking you dont hear it. you then get jumpscared by The Puppet. you scream, it was a genuine scream. you feel your eyes tearing up and your heartbeat increase. you shake it out, acting like the ponies fainted as they complain about the game being too scary for them. you stop recording and move on with your day.

when bedtime comes, you start struggling to sleep. whenever you close your eyes, you can see the puppets face close to yours, and whenever you fall asleep, the face appears in your dreams, scaring you awake. this keeps going for days, maybe even a full week. you decide to try the game again, as well as search for any videos of the game. as much as youre scared, you start to be fascinated by the games, the characters, the stories. you start looking at fanart, tracing any ones you like and taking them to school, and to your surprise a few of your classmates are familiar and even Like fnaf. you start making fanart yourself, doing crossovers with mlp and fnaf, drawing ships, drawing mmd model designs on the characters. you watch countless videos, ranging from gameplays to gmod gameplays to sfm and 2d animations to mmd dancing videos to animation memes to tributes to character theme songs to headcanon voices.

the reason i draw and post my art online is thanks to this game franchise. the reason i have some of my friends is thanks to this game franchise. in reality i should be thanking the first game, but the second is So special to me. its the one i first saw, first played, first saw discussion and theories of. i was there when people were playing the trailer backwards, hearing withered foxy scream Freedom, and hearing Mike Kill All during the end of the reversed trailer. i was there when people were freaking out over the teasers, calling the Toy Animatronics as [insert fnaf character name here] 2.0. i was there when people were debating toy bonnies, mangles and the puppets gender. i was there when such iconic songs like It's Been So Long by The Living Tombstone, Five Nights At Freddy's Pt 2 by SayMaxWell, The Puppet Song by Tryhardninja, all of the [insert fnaf character name here] song by Groundbreaking, Five More Nights by JT Music, Mangled by NateWantsToBattle, and so so many more. i was there when the iconic Tony Crynight series came out.

so as much as i thank the first game for existing, i thank the second game so much more. the puppet is my favorite character for a reason (even tho it is tied with ennard lol) and the second game is my favorite for the same reason.

anyways, enough yapping. yes im gonna wish every character a happy birthday again.

happy birthday to Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica, Mangle, The Puppet, Balloon Boy, Withered Freddy, Withered Bonnie, Withered Chica, Withered Foxy, Golden Freddy, Jeremy Fitzgerald, Fritz Smith, Shadow Freddy, Shadow Bonnie, JJ and Purple Guy. happy 10 years of Five Nights At Freddy's 2.

[ultimate-blorbo-bracket]

I feel that the Vash v DCA poll is slowly falling into the same hole as the Nanami v DCA poll. It’s not as bad right now, but I have seen quite a few reblogs essentially shaming people for liking the DCA.

I just want to say that I don’t care if the DCA loses. Sure it might hurt to see my favorite character fall, but it hurts more to see people call the people in the DCA community homophobes and republicans because of a character they like.

Yes, Scott Cawthon did back Republican candidates, but people forget this poll has absolutely no bearing on Fnaf as a whole or what Scott did. This is a poll about favorite characters, not about a franchise or creator as a whole.

People can like a character and not support what the creator does. People can like a character separate from the source material.

All I am asking of poll-goers is to respect each other and to stop trying to shame other people for liking a character.

The DCA community is full of some of the kindest people and has encouraged people to explore their own identity in so many different ways. I love this community with all my heart and to see people try to say that because we like a character from Fnaf we are all homophobes is a disservice to the people who founded and keep this fandom alive.

To reiterate, I don’t care that much if the DCA loses. I’m just upset that people continue to shame a community and try to generalize us under a label that simply isn’t true of a large part of it.

Hey I'm like, really sorry for only just now seeing these asks! Admittedly I haven't been logged in and following the notes for the polls much this past week.

Even though Vash vs DCA is now closed, it's like I've mentioned before that I only made this tournament just for fun and for others to simply vote for their favorite characters. In hindsight I know I probably should have done more to mediate the conflict that sparked up, but all the fights that broke out because of it just like, racked up my anxiety and made me so afraid that if I tried to say or do anything it would just make things worse and I apologize for that.

Again, this tournament was created purely just for fun and I didn't really want it to be a place for all these heated discussions and conflict to take place. I am hoping though, now that that we're on the Semifinals, that things will be smoother from here on out and I'm grateful to all the voters who have been respectful towards others regardless of who they voted for and have just been having fun with these polls!

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Little Bunny 5

Yandere William Afton/Steve Raglan x reader

Dead dove do not eat! - you will get exactly what's in the tags!

Tags: FNAF, mature themes, primal play, fear play, William slowly shows his obsessive side to reader.

Your third shift was about to start, you brought the taser from your friend with you and stepped inside the Pizzeria. You checked the parts and service room and saw Springbonnie sitting there, his eyes weren't glowing and you went back to the office.

12:10 AM.

You sat down on the chair and watched the security cameras, not noticing Freddy standing at the right side and looking at you through the glass.

"Freddy!" You exclaimed and opened the door and hugging him, "Why weren't you and the others there last night? I've missed you so much!" you said as he looked down at you and made a concerned expression on his face.

You slowly pulled away and sat down on the chair again as soon enough, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy joined you and kept you company once again.

At around 2:10 AM, the Animatronics slowly made their way back towards their spots. You sat there for another few minutes as suddenly...

All the lights went out, the doors automatically opened and everything went dark as you realized the power shut off once again,

you stood up and walked to the wall behind you to the switch. You flipped it and the power came back. Then you noticed something to your left.

It stood there, it's white dots staring at you. "Oh shit!" you gasped at the surprise but Springbonnie didn't move, it stood still.

"You're in animatronic mode?" You asked but Springbonnie didn't budge. After a second, it stepped forward one small step. This time it looked much more robotic.

William under the suit was smirking devilishly as he made another small step towards you.

Another step...

And another one...

"Hey, woah, not so close, rabbit." You stepped back and Springbonnie tilted it's head at your words.

He took another step towards you and you noticed the last step was much more human again and stepped back.

"I said stop. That's close enough, Springbonnie." you warned and it stopped immediately. You let out a sigh of relief, "Can you like- go? I need to do my job. Please." You said but it didn't move once more, as if not listening to your demand.

Then Springbonnie took another step closer to you as you unsheathed your taser and aimed at him. He tilted it's head again and it's movements became more human.

"Stop right there!" You warned again but he didn't stop. That's where you knew it's whoever was in the suit last night was in the suit again, you took aim at it's chest and shot the charge.

ZAP!

Normally any animatronic would have a short circuit but Springbonnie kept standing but tensed a little, the only evidence of the taser charge were the few blue sparkles over his body.

Springbonnie laughed menacingly at you before quickly lunging at you and pushing you so hard, you were slammed into the wall at the right hallway. The air got knocked out of your lungs as Springbonnie towered over you and reached behind, unsheathing the same kitchen knife it had last night. He looked down at you and swiped the blade with it's other hand,

"You thought it was over? You thought you escaped me?" It laughed as you quickly pushed yourself up and went to run away, but you tripped over Springbonnie's foot as he made you fall and trip.

"Aww, looks like you won't escape this time!" he walked towards you as you got up and ran towards the kitchen once again, but you ran past it and went to hide behind an old arcade game as you heard it approach.

Springbonnie went inside the kitchen and you peeked out, seeing him moving towards Golden Freddy and stopping infront of him.

"Are you inside there again, bunny?" he asked and bent down to grab Golden Freddy by it's throat and lifting it up, peering inside it's eyeholes to search for you.

'How does he know I was inside there? I didn't tell anyone. Except for Mr. Raglan.' you thought as you saw Springbonnie growl in frustation and dropped Golden Freddy onto the floor and turning around to walk out.

"Don't think you can hide forever, little bunny. I will find you eventually, and when I do...you'll be mine..." Springbonnie said as it walked out of the kitchen, past your hiding spot and into the restrooms to look for you there.

You carefully moved out from your hiding spot and sneaked over to Pirate's Cove.

"Where are you, sweet little thing? Got all scared and ran away, hmm?" You heard it say as you pushed the curtains open, looking inside to see Foxy standing there motionless. "Psst! Foxy!" you whispered but Foxy didn't react, almost as if he was deactivated. You looked behind you to see if Springbonnie was there. Once you didn't spot him you climbed into Pirate's Cove and hid behind Foxy just in time as you heard these haunting loud metallic steps come back.

William inside the suit knew you were still in the building since he had locked the entrance and if you would try to unlock it he would have already heard it. He didn't deny that he found himself enjoying the hunt so much, especially since he was hunting down you and not some scumbag like so many times before. William could feel his cock harden at the thought of what he would do to you once he caught you in his fingers.

You held your breath as the steps got louder and louder, forcing your eyes shut and clamping a hand over your mouth, you froze in fear hoping it won't find you.

"Ohhh, night guard! Where are you! I already searched everywhere for you. Maybe you're here?" It asked as it stopped near Pirate Cove and suddenly the music started playing, curtains pushed back on the stage could be heard along with robotic moves. Then Foxy was driven forward on the platform he was standing at and the curtains of Pirate Cove opened.

You paniced, and saw Springbonnie looking inside Pirate Cove,

"There you are!"

You took a breath and ran out of Pirate Cove, jumping down and making your way towards the office. Once there you closed both doors and took another taser charge from your bag and reloaded the taser.

Springbonnie soon arrived and slammed it's palm against the glass, "What do you think you're doing, huh? Trapping yourself in the office like the scared bunny you are? Cute." It chuckled.

"I've already beat your ass last night, I can do it again." You gripped the taser in your hands and prepared yourself for any surprises.

"Aww, really? With nothing to defend yourself other than the taser that isn't working on me? Don't make me laugh." It chuckled again.

"What the fuck do you want from me? Who are you!" You demanded as Springbonnie stepped closer to the glass.

"See? I told you you're different, bunny. Do you know how much I've enjoyed watching you? And seeing the fear in your eyes now feels just too good! And now you have nowhere to go...the only way out is through me..." it chuckled.

"Just to let you know, sweetheart. Once the power goes out, I'm gonna get you and you'll be mine."

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

FNAF Movie Requests - CLOSED

Requests CLOSED as of November 16th, 2023.

(Requests are now closed, and I am keeping this request form up in case I have need for this again.)

So, I highly resisted the urge to fall into the fanfiction hole with the Five Nights At Freddy's Movie characters, but here I am lmao. Josh Hutcherson is so wonderfully sat, wet, and pathetic and I can't help myself.

I have tweaked my prompt list for this fandom, and you don't have to use these prompts when requesting fics, but please keep in mind that I am more likely to write and complete a request if it is simplistic and can be written in a shorter fic. I aim to keep request fics under two thousand words (around three thousand words at most).

Characters I write for: Mike Schmidt, Vanessa Monroe (Afton), and William Afton (Steve Raglan). (I may also write platonic fics with animatronic characters if people want to see that?)

Note: I will be writing for the movie version of the characters, but because I am a fan of the games, I am not against making references to the games and playing around with the canonicity. I care much more about the themes of the games than any solid sense of canon.

Requests can be sent to my ask box here or to my ask box over on my writing blog @sundrop-writes - I am probably not going to get to requests right away because unfortunately I am feeling sick right now, but I wanted to post this request form to help me get inspired. Please read all the rules/guidelines below before sending in a request.

(More information below the cut - please read it before requesting.) 

(Also - warning, this prompt list technically does have some mild spoilers for the movie.)

I will accept requests for poly ships. (Character x reader x character.) I love requests like this - I think for this fandom, the only one that really works is Vanessa x Reader x Mike (which is one that I would really love to do), but under certain circumstances, with the right request, I might write Mike x Reader x William.

In your request, please specify if the reader character is female, male, or gender neutral. When I write gender neutral fics, I do not describe what kind of genitals they have in any way, so I don’t write ‘GN AFAB’ reader fics. If you want the reader character to have a vagina, that would be a fem reader in my fics. 

EDIT: Typically, I don't write for reader characters that have specific traits - like a specific race, height, described as having specific looks, etc. but my one exception to this rule is that I love writing plus sized/fat reader fics. I love spreading love for fat bodies, especially through fics, and I love making people feel good about their fatness through the gaze of a fictional character. So feel free to send in requests for a plus sized reader character, it's one of my favourite things to write!

I will write smut, angst, or fluff, but I mostly prefer writing smut or angst. When requesting smut, please specify if you want the characters to be dominant or submissive. In your request, write ‘sub!reader’ or ‘dom!reader’ or something like this to let me know. I am a big fan of writing submissive men, so know I don’t shy away from that, but I will write any dynamic as long as it’s properly communicated to me. 

I will for a lot of dark topics and different kinks. In general, the list of things that I won’t write is a lot shorter than the list of that I will. So if you’re wondering if a request is okay with me or not, just ask!

Just for reference, my big no-nos are: virgin!reader, sexually inexperienced!reader, or innocent!reader - I am okay with doing a ‘faux’ innocent reader or writing about the canon character being a virgin and having their first sexual experience with the reader. I am okay with writing about sexual cocercion, sexual blackmail, or dubcon.

Also, I don’t write fics about miscarriages, safeword use, or extreme choking kink. While I don’t write about miscarriage, I am okay with writing about pregnancy (and it’s something I enjoy writing about). 

Smut Prompts/Ideas: 

The canon character is a virgin (ex: virgin!Mike) 

“Just the tip.” 

Stuck and Fucked/Situational Bondage 

Hate Fucking 

There Was Only One Bed

Caught Masturbating 

“Can you teach me how to do (blank)?” (ex: “Can you teach me how to give someone an orgasm?” “Can you teach me how to perform oral?”) 

Late Night Semi-Public Sex (bathroom sex, kitchen counter sex, etc.) where they shove a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet (or purposefully try to make you scream) 

Overstimulation 

Breeding Kink (or Faux Breeding Kink with a Strap-On) 

Extreme Dirty Talk

Phone Sex

Underwear Stealing

Them taking dirty pictures of you

Unknown surveillance/Perv!Canon Character/Them getting off to you doing something mundane

Dumbification Kink/Objectification 

Daddy Kink or Mommy Kink (their reaction to being called Daddy or Mommy for their first time) 

Them masturbating to the thought of you 

(There is more kinks that I enjoy writing, but this is just all that I thought to add to this list) 

Angst Prompts/Ideas: 

(You should definitely send in some of these, I love writing angst but people don’t request it as often. I will even write hurt/comfort just to write the angst part, so you can send in a hurt/comfort request if you prefer.) 

They break up with you to keep you away from danger (this one would work really well with Vanessa)

Attending to their injuries after a fight (or, them attending to your injuries after a fight) 

You are attacked (verbally or physically) and they step in to save you 

Their reaction to you being killed/your death (bonus angst: you died before they got to confess their feelings to you) 

One of you has been brainwashed and completely forgets the other 

(Directly inspired by the movie) - you are in a coma and they confess their feelings for you thinking that you can't hear them

They save you from a near-death experience (or you save them) 

They find out you are alive after thinking you had died 

Being reunited after years, but you didn’t part on good terms 

“Who did this to you?” 

Unrequited Love (they see you with someone else, they think that you’ll never love them back, etc.) 

(For hurt/comfort, I can do any of these with a sappy ending!) 

Fluff Ideas/Prompts:

They confess their love for you

Your first kiss together  

They surprise you with a cute date 

(I am really stalled for ideas for this list, I suck at writing pure fluff lmao)

(Again, you don’t have to use these prompts, I just think that these are good examples of things that will fit the 1k-2k mark.)

[bag-chips]

The FNAF 2 girlies are here! :) Headcanon stuff under Keep Reading!

- The FNAF2 animatronics are the smallest and lightest of all the generations. Due to their secondary purpose of security, plastic was used for the moulds and their endoskeletons were made to be much lighter. Thus, they are extremely agile.

- In the company’s attempts to rebrand, the Toys were designed to be brightly coloured and much more contemporary, with their outfits based on the trends of the time.

- This is most apparent with Chica. The teddy bear theme was carried from the 1st Generation.

- Originally, Toy Bonnie was designed to be a magician, but this was ultimately scrapped when they couldn’t figure out a way to get the mechanism controlling the hat in sync with the mechanical doves flying out from behind the stage. Needless to say, the first few tests failed spectacularly and led to significant property damage. Instead, they reused Bonnie’s guitar programming to make Toy Bonnie a rockstar.

- Toy Chica was universally loved by the public… almost too much. She was loved by kids for her friendly yet sassy demeanour, but there were also many instances of adult customers being inappropriate with the animatronic. Originally implemented as a harmless prank by Henry, he made the beak removable so that Toy Chica could scare off her admirers. However, as a downside this did make the beak prone to falling off in the middle of performances.

- The public had a love hate relationship with Toy Freddy. Some loved him whilst others hated the new design. He has limited jaw movement to avoid any more biting incidents. However, as the heaviest of the Toys, he is able to ram into and crush intruders with ease.

- Toy Foxy was specifically designed to fill the role that Foxy had ended up doing for years. They would perform on stage with their parrot puppet, doing interactive shows with the kids and comedy shows for an older audience. They would also leave the stage to play with kids. However, due to rushed production and technical oversight, Toy Foxy was prone to damages. After an instance in which they fell off the stage and suffered significant mechanical and cosmetic damage, their role changed. Instead, children could take them apart and put them back together, and were free to let their creative spirits run wild, covering the animatronic in scribbles and stickers. The Mangle does not receive maintenance. Its jaw is the only section that has not received significant damage.

- The Marionette is one of the oldest animatronics, designed around the same time as the FNAF1 animatronics. It was designed by Henry as a gift to his daughter, who had a love of clowns and puppets. Its primary purpose was to hand out gifts to children at the Prize Counter. Its secondary purpose was to keep an eye on the children. Originally, a mix of internal mechanisms and a string pulley system would give the illusion of the Puppet floating around the restaurant. However, following the death of Henry’s daughter, strangely the Marionette was able to move on its own. Workers presumed there had been updates to its programming and moved on.

[send-me-a-puffalope]

Take two because tumblr deleted my entire goddamn essay of a post— so um I did a bad thing (LONG POST INCOMING)

Okay, so I accidentally came up with a FNAF movie AU where William is the Bruce Wayne but evil of Afton Industries, Vanessa is his heir, and Mike is new to the city and just landed a job as one of the Afton Industries henchmen.

Mike quickly realizes something is up because all the other henchmen around him are acting Abnormal™️ as in, they feel almost drained of their humanity (they all wear animal masks, Mike’s is a fox). His first day, the other henchmen that joined the same day, Jeremy, was super friendly and talkative— only to find that the man had gone completely silent, only speaking in affirmation to orders or replying with very rudimentary yeses and nos. The only other “henchman” who seems to be unaffected by this is a blonde woman in a bunny mask, who he quickly befriends because What The Fuck. We’re the only normal ones here. This is weird as shit right??

What Mike doesn’t know is that that henchman, Vanessa, is the reason he isn’t under the same mind control the others are under. In fact, she isn’t technically a henchman at all. She’s there to keep an eye on the third wave of the latest Afton project to confirm that the product, mind control chips attached to the animal masks the henchmen wear, are working as planned (as a parallel to the animatronics in the FNAF movie being controlled by William). This is all leading up to the end of the week, where Afton Industries is throwing a giant Gala with one plan in mind: to use the mind control chips to give William control over all of the city’s elite.

But Vanessa doesn’t agree with William’s plan, instead fucking with the least eye catching henchman’s chip (Mike) so that he notices something is up. And he does. So they become close, even getting to know each other outside of work because neither of them really had a friend before. When he first sees Vanessa’s face, all that registers in his head is huh. she looks kinda familiar. but he doesn’t connect the dots because he’s new to the city and doesn’t keep up with the rich elite because why would he (plus perhaps Vanessa can pull a superhero disguise and wear glasses or some shit 💀💀💀).

Vanessa inconspicuously seeds information to Mike about how the henchmen are being mind controlled and leading him to make the conclusion that that mind control is being extended during the ever impending Gala at the end of the week. They come up with a plan to kill the main server hub of Afton Industries to break the mind control of the henchmen + prevent the city’s elite from falling under William’s control. But there’s some underlying tension because Mike is completely open about his life and even introduces Vanessa to Abby, his little sister who he basically raised, but he catches on that Vanessa always seems to know a little too much about the ongoing of Afton Industries. Worse still is when he catches Vanessa lying about her past/life as her stories start contradicting each other. He starts realizing that he really doesn’t know anything about Vanessa but she begs him to give her just a little more time and then she’ll explain everything.

Vanessa planned to feed Mike code words instructing him through their plan through their comms so that to others, it just sounded like a normal conversation. Vanessa promises him that even if the plan goes awry, she’ll make sure he’ll be okay. He doesn’t question her how.

The day of the Gala comes around and Mike finds himself conveniently positioned right where he needs to be, in the main lobby of Afton Industries, as security. This is where the Welcoming Ceremony was taking place, introducing the hosts and inviting all the guests to the reception.

But as Mike starts panicking because Vanessa isn’t responding through her ear piece, he hears a familiar voice from the balcony of the lobby. He looks up and makes eye contact with his only friend: Vanessa. It dawns on him then that that was the reason for all Vanessa’s secrecy. She’d been lying to him this whole time. How much of this had she been planning since the beginning? Was she still trustworthy or was she actually working with William? How could Vanessa Afton be the “bad guy” when she’d been his closest confidant since moving to the city?

(Was this just an excuse to put Vanessa in this fit? Absofruitly. I am not immune to woman in dress)

Immediately, Mike catches that Vanessa is keeping up her side of the plan when he hears one of their code words in her speech.

William Afton finds Mike personally after he disrupts the server and grabs him, only to be thrown off by Vanessa, who followed him. -> smth smth plot (i’ll think of it later) -> William Afton gets publicly exposed and arrested. Mike turns to Vanessa and asks what’s going to happen to her? She smiles sadly at him and says it’s going to be okay, she’ll survive. -> setup for sequel for because I cannot think of a story ever without setting up for a sequel

And that’s as much as my silly putty lump of a brain thought of while blindly walking around Las Vegas. Was this all inspired by those two pictures? Yes. Am I regretful? Maybe. Ask me again in like 24 hours *smiles serenely*

[purple-plum-petals]

may i request sun/moon pining headcannons? (romantic) like them coming to terms with their feelings, them remembering every detail about you, them refusing to let you neglect yourself etc ? thank you! :]

—⊱ Dreaming of Our Future ⊰ || Sun/Moon X Reader Pining Headcanons

╭─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╮       Character(s): Daycare Attendant, Sun and Moon (FNaF: Security Breach)        Reader Type: Human (Gender-Neutral Pronouns)        Warning(s): Nothing!        Genre: Headcanons/Scenario, Angst and Fluff (Happy Ending), Romantic Relationship (Friends to Lovers)        Word Count: ~1,500 words        Request: “may i request sun/moon pining headcannons? (romantic) like them coming to terms with their feelings, them remembering every detail about you, them refusing to let you neglect yourself etc ? thank you! :]”        Author’s Note: But of course! These two are some of my favorite characters ever and I love being able to write more about them! I might have repeated myself in this ask since I’ve written a few things about Sun/Moon falling in love before, but the other asks were just never specifically pining headcanons. It also ended up being a bit more angsty since I had to look up what pining was because I needed a definition refresher, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! I’ve been having writer’s block recently due to a mixture of stress and no motivation, so I hope these aren’t too bad haha.

      → If you enjoyed my work, please reblog it if you can! Exposure on Tumblr is based on reblogging content rather than liking it, so your support would be much appreciated!  ♡ ╰─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╯

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     ☀️: Sun comes to the realization that he’s in love with you very quickly. He’s the type of person bot that will become very attached to you if you show him even the slightest amount of positive attention, something which eventually snowballs into a full-blown crush. He accepts his feelings towards you, but he doesn’t do anything to actively pursue you. After all, you’re a human and he’s a robot – you’re both very different from each other in a lot of ways, such as your statuses and the fact that he can never leave the confines of the Pizzaplex. You two would never be able to have a “normal” relationship.

     ☀️: Sun is just happy to be able to be by your side whenever you decide to spend your time with him, drawing together and talking about how your separate days went after all the children have been picked up. You always have quite eventful days at work, and he isn’t quite sure how you manage to handle it all; you’re truly an inspiration! Sun loves listening to you talk about anything and everything, but he especially loves hearing what you do before and after your shifts at the Pizzaplex. He daydreams about being able to leave with you, go home together, make dinner as if you were a couple… it hurts him so much to dream, but he can’t stop himself from doing so if you are in them.

     ☀️: He knows that his… feelings for you aren’t good for his own wellbeing, but he just can’t stomp them out like an unruly flame when you look at him the way you do, your eyes shining with glee and your smile so wide it’s causing the skin under your eyes to crinkle. Why does his chest hurt? He doesn’t even have a heart, at least not one like you do. He asks you one day if you think he has a heart. You take a moment to think as you draw on the paper in front of you absentmindedly, telling him you do think he has one – he loves the kids, he has things he’s passionate about… it only would make sense that he has a heart, at least in the metaphorical sense. That makes him feel better knowing you see him as more than just a machine following code, but he still won’t do anything outright like telling you how he feels about you.

     ☀️: Sun has quite a lot of storage in his memory system, so he is easily able to remember everything and anything about you that you’re willing to tell him such as your favorite food or even something that caught your eye while you were shopping. He can’t do much with that information considering he’s pretty much confined to the daycare, but he’ll always do what he can to show that he cares. For example, if you’re having a bad day, he’ll throw together a card illustrated with your favorite animal drawn with crayon in your favorite color with Sun’s handwriting telling you he’s always there to talk if you need him.

     ☀️: He is an amazing friend and a very supportive figure in your life, always filling your usually boring and sometimes draining workdays into something you can actually look forward to. That’s why when you found yourself catching feelings for him, you weren’t exactly surprised. You and Sun had been hanging out like you usually do when all the kids leave when you accidentally let your true feelings slip during a conversation. Sun froze completely, staring you down with milky eyes as you tried to play it off as a joke – the last thing you wanted was to lose your best friend – when he suddenly asked, “…you do?”

     ☀️: You couldn’t lie to him, so you told him the truth; never before had you seen Sun light up the way he did at that moment. He picked you up in his arms, twirling you around as he exclaimed that he loved you as well – that he had for so long. You both were happy but, for Sun, it was like the vice-grip that had been squeezing his chassis for months had finally removed itself from his person; he felt light for the first time in ages. Now, after you left, he could daydream knowing you loved him back and that, maybe one day… you two could have a future together.   

     🌙: Moon realizes he’s in love with you just as quickly as Sun but, unlike his twin who immediately accepts that he has feelings for you, Moon does everything he can to push them to the side. He probably even starts actively trying to avoid you in the hopes the feelings go away. Alas, it only makes his non-existent heart want you even more. Like Sun, though, he believes you two could never be together considering how different you are from one another, both species-wise and status-wise… You’re a person with a life outside the Pizzaplex, and he’s forever confined to the place of his creation.

     🌙: Moon looks forward to being able to see you even if he wishes you didn’t have him so tightly wrapped around your finger; he wondered if you realized the hold you had on him. You’d usually sneak into the daycare while the children were asleep, the two of you often playing with the deck of cards you usually snuck into work so you two could play. You were so adorable when you lost for the fifth time in a row, quietly accusing him of cheating with a slight pout on your lips. Well, you were playing with a highly advanced AI, of course he was going to win – something of which he told you with a smirk. You just playfully pushed his arm, the area where you touched setting his sensors on fire and only causing the pain in his chassis to deepen… he needed to be more careful with you.

     🌙: Unlike Sun, Moon doesn’t allow himself to dream of the possibilities you two could have together if you were to become a couple. It would be foolish to do such a thing, dreaming of a future that would never come to be. Moon wasn’t one to purposefully put himself through emotional hell even if the possibilities his mind could conjure up would be nice to think about. One night, though, he found himself dreaming of holding you in his arms, curled up together in a bed as you peppered his face with kisses – oh, how he wondered how your lips would feel on his faceplate. Would they be smooth and soft, or perhaps slightly chapped? He stopped himself before he could imagine any further, though, not wanting to put himself through any more unnecessary turmoil.

     🌙: Moon notices when you’re not taking care of yourself – it’s quite obvious if you haven’t been getting as much sleep or haven’t been eating as often as you should be. While the kids are asleep, he’ll hand you small snacks like granola bars or fruits, as well as a juice box, saying something about how your stomach growling might make the kids think a monster entered the daycare with a low chuckle. If you appear tired, Moon has no qualms about you using his and his brother’s room to take a quick nap – if anyone comes around asking where you are, he has no problem covering for you. After all he loves you you’re his best friend and he wants you to take care of yourself.

     🌙: Moon is caring in his own somewhat backhanded way, but you’ve truly come to treasure him and his friendship during your many months of knowing one another. So, when you realize you wish his touch would linger more or have to fight off the urge to kiss his faceplate whenever he makes you laugh, you’ve realized you’ve fallen quite hard for your robotic coworker. Not wanting to deal with those feelings right then and there, you didn’t see Moon during your break that day… or the next. However, after a couple of days of not seeing you, he found you and demanded asked why you had been avoiding him as of late when you accidentally let your feelings for him slip out.  

     🌙: You both stood there, looking at each other with wide eyes and, at least in your case, reddened cheeks. After a few moments of silence, Moon started laughing – straight up laughing at you. You felt embarrassed and mortified, tears forming in your eyes as you started walking away before he grabbed your hand gently, smiling brightly as he told you between the light chuckles still echoed out from his voice box, “I love you, too, starlight – I’m so… happy.” While Moon still didn’t think you two would be able to have a traditional relationship, at least now he would be able to daydream about it knowing you felt the same way.

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[byakuya-transgaymi]

I fell out of the Danganronpa fandom for a bit and unfortunately I am back in it at full force, possibly more than before since I now created a Tumblr account for my favorite character.

My head canons under read more i honestly just wanted somewhere to put them lmao only read if you wanna, but I love seeing others headcanons so if you want, feel free to share your own! I know there aren't a lot of Danganronpa fans anymore but ya know the hyperfixation chose me, I didn't choose it.

Byakuya is genderfluid and gay and on the aroace spectrum because I said so and I'm not projecting. And makoto is a bisexual trans man and his transness helped byakuya realize that he is ALSO trans and sometimes likes to wear more stereotypically "feminine" or gender neutral clothing. And they're gay together, your honor.

Kyoko is biromantic and she loves makoto romantically and Byakuya platonically (platonic soulmates!!!). They are poly cause I think kyoko and makoto together are way too lovely to ignore and also kyoko is such an interesting character. Kyoko helped byakuya come to terms with his asexuality since byakuya was raised to believe that he needed to mate with a bunch of women and reproduce. And of course she made him accept it through some discreet line of questioning and Byakuya had to just go in his dorm for the whole day and mind snowboard until he started to begin to accept it.

And Byakuya helped Kyoko and Makoto get together. Makoto and Byakuya were dating first and Makoto confessed to Byakuya one night about how he had feelings for both him and kyoko and he feels really guilty about it. Makoto expected Byakuya to be jealous but he was just like, "okay and why are you not with her yet, plebian?" Then they discuss polyamory and agree to let Kyoko into their relationship if she wishes to (byakuya knows that she is head over heels for makoto and Makoto is so oblivious to anyone liking him ever).

Kyoko says yes and they're both so in love it's sickening but Byakuya loves to see makoto so trusting of someone and getting to view from a sort of outsiders perspective the subtle things that makoto does when he feels safe around someone and truly loves them. Like how Makoto stands up for himself more and is more confident around his partners, or how he likes to play with kyoko's hair especially when he's thinking about something (bro stims we love to see it).

And kyoko notices how much less douchey byakuya is around makoto. Byakuya will often even get things for makoto or buy things that he knows he loves, even though byakuya always gives some kind of half-assed excuse as to why it wasnt purely out of kindness that he did it. Kyoko also sees how Makoto often ends up falling asleep in places that aren't his bed, and Byakuya will lift makoto up so gently as if he is some priceless thing and carry him to their bed. And he will tuck him in and bring him a glass of water (filtered, not tap) and sometimes he even kisses the top of his head if byakuya doesn't know that Kyoko is there watching (which only happens if byakuya is also extremely tired as well).

And kyoko and Byakuya love to go out to shop together and she helps him find skirts and dresses and stuff that fits him and they talk about makoto and how he's actually so smart and yet so oblivious at the same time like how is someone able to be a genius at deduction and yet forgets how a toaster works. They love to find clothes that they think makoto would look goofy in but makoto always ends up loving the clothes and he somehow looks GOOD in it. And they are always STUNNED. How does this man rock a fnaf crop top with jean shorts?

And both makoto and kyoko taught Byakuya that feelings do play some significance in life and it doesn't have to be facts over feelings (dude is NOT Ben Shapiro even though he sometimes acts like him). He learned that it's okay to be vulnerable at times when you're around those you can trust, though his walls do come back up sometimes when he gets angry or feels insecure about something. But Byakuya always ends up apologizing afterwards , even if it takes a few days.

And Byakuya learns to gradually accept hugs and other affection sometimes. He's pretty touch averse because of his upbringing and he finds that hugs often make him feel overwhelmed and trapped. But after a few months of being together with Makoto, Byakuya tells makoto about his touch aversion and how Byakuya will let makoto know when he is okay with physical touch such as hugging. Byakuya lets him know it's nothing against makoto and its not because he's a "commoner", he just didn't grow up with physical affection and finds that he gets overstimulated very easily from certain things.

Stopping myself from writing anymore I'm so mentally unwell

[ficmachine]

No glasses? No problem! (You can't see shit)

Pairings: Moon (FNAF) x Reader

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: Angst, panic attacks, vague descriptions of a PTSD episode.

Summary: You took a nap during your break and now you can't find your glasses. Panicked, you turn your office upside down to find them.

Reader is gender neutral.

He/They pronouns for Moon.

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"Where in the fuck-?" You curse, squinting your eyes as much as you can in an attempt to see better. The blobs of blur and vague shapes illuminated by the many security screens don't help your predicament when you take another look around the room. Your hands sweep over the desk, gently patting around to double check and--

Nothing.

Not there.

Not on the desk, not under it, not in your bag-- not even behind the damned bin or the stupid wobbly cubby; not in--

"Ugh!"

Frustration bubbles in your throat; a vague pang of panic forming into uneven breaths and shaking hands but you try again.

Once more you sweep your hands over the desk, patting around, under, in and behind anything and everything your glasses could've ended up. Did you drop them? Knock them off during your break nap? You've checked everywhere they could possibly be, discovered hiding spots in this forsaken office you didn't know existed to no avail.

The longer you search, the more ridiculous this situation becomes.

Sitting back on the uncomfortable swivel chair you groan, taking another look around as if somehow your eyes will spot them in the most obvious, dumbest places. And when you don't see any changes (which, admittedly, see is a strong word here) you deflate.

The chair creaks under your weight, shifting with you as you rest your forehead against the cold surface of the table.

Now, with the realisation settling in the panic from before drops into the pit of your stomach. A bitter taste forms in the back of your throat and you do your best to keep yourself from falling into a panic attack. Subconsciously your hands reach out for your phone, fumbling to dig your nails into the thin silicone around it and scratch at the cover - it's definitely not enough to stop a panic attack but it's a start.

Prying one of your eyes open you lift the phone up close to your face, chewing at the inside of your lips and ignore the glaring numbers on the clock to the best of your ability. Left to right, you look for something to keep yourself occupied with - to focus on - and momentarily regret not getting the app that supposedly helps at a time like this. Its not like you thought you'd actually use it though, and you're not about to use your mobile data to download something and send your phone bill through the roof.

No, it's not worth it.

You got this.

(Let's see what there is...)

You got yourself through worse situations, what makes this one any worse than any other times you've had a panic attack? Absolutely nothing. You've been on this rodeo so many times you're practically a pro.

(Gallery, Mail, Maps, Messages--)

A professional panicker AND a professional panic-stopper.

(Music? No headphones)

An absolute fucking champ, you are!

( Do you really not have any games on your phone? Fuck.)

Fuck panicking. Who does that? Not you. Not today.

( Notes. Settings. Telephone. Torch. Ugh)

Today was probably one of the easiest shifts since you started working so of course something went wrong with your luck. Still though, this? This is nothing.

Not to someone like you who knows exactly how to handle shit like-- Torch?

You backtrack to the torch app as soon as you process it and press it.

Nothing.

Glancing up to your battery life you frown, whopping 70% and still going strong so what's the issue?

You try again, pulling your legs up to your chest and spam the hell out of the app with your trembling fingers. When nothing happens you let out a short breath, open up settings and try to fire it up from the shortcuts and--!

Two red eyes peer up at you from under the desk.

With a shriek and a loud snap you fall, the old backrest giving up and breaking under the sudden movement. Your head hits the floor so hard that for a moment you see white.

Blinking away the spots dancing in your vision you sit up, clutching your head as soon as your body complies. A splitting headache quickly spreads from the back of your head towards your eyes and forehead - a very unwelcome sensation on top of everything but on the bright side? At least your panic is now redirected towards the injury instead.

"...Fuck." You hiss.

Long fingers momentarily stop inspecting your injury to flick you in the ear before promptly returning to their previous position on top of your head. Moon's grip on your head is firm, not enough to add onto the pain, and surprisingly gentle.

Then again, this is probably the first time he's willingly initiating any sorts of physical contact with you. Huh..

You didn't expect him to be a gentle, careful type with things like--

You hiss when their thumb runs over the quickly forming lump, swatting the hands away as quickly as you can. "Ow!" You call out, ready to throw fists with the blurry moon man only to be rendered useless in a second.

"... You're like a child." Moon scoffs, one hand holding your wrists and pinning them in your lap. Their red, glaring eyes narrow when they catch you staring. "Stay. Still."

It's not a threat, but it's definitely not a plea.

Nodding your head slightly you freeze when he scoffs at you again, and quickly avert your eyes to look anywhere but him. Blurry or not, it's better than looking up at him.

You know how irritable he gets when physical contact is in question, even for medical reasons. And you can't blame him - you'd also be upset and snappy if you had to endure more than the stimuli you could handle. It must be sensory hell for him, even right now.

The slender hand on your wrists leaves only to take a hold of your face - fingers digging into your cheek bones enough to prevent you from moving your head. Their eyes narrow once more, frown ever so present when your head is jerked up.

Your eyes meet; your heart hammers.

If not the events leading to this you'd barely be able to keep yourself calm. Moon's face is close enough for you to feel the warmth of your own breath against it. Their eyes hold your gaze, and from this up close they don't seem so intimidating - not with the way they squeeze your face to bring your attention back to them. So close, yet--

He snickers.

"Pining weirdo."

You gasp, offended, loud enough that it makes your head ache more.

"I am not." You bite back, ready to absolutely throw hands with the object of your... Clear favouritism.

"... Mm-hm." Moon rolls their eyes at you before tilting your head down to take a look at you properly. "Maybe you did hit your head too hard after all." They jest, voice ringing around a playful tone. Once they're sure you're fine they let go of you, moving to sit back on the floor next to you.

You follow suit; shifting to get into a more comfortable position yourself. With your worries mostly gone you point your phone torch up to illuminate the small security room and try ignore the awkward air around you.

He won't realise you can't see if you pretend you can, right? Maybe if you don't squint too hard he won't suspect anything? Sure, you're never seen without your glasses but it's not like he knows you're as blind as a bat without them.

Yeah, you can play it off. You got this.

... Hopefully the chair won't come out of your paycheck. Shit.

A moment of silence passes between the two of you before you speak up again, looking at the animatronic in front of you in... All their blurry glory.

"And?"

"And?" Moon mimics near instantly, watching as you subconsciously shift your sitting position. A few seconds pass and he moves to copy you exactly - legs crossed, hands resting on his knee--

WHAM!

You jump at the loud horrid noise of his knee hitting the metal leg of the desk; the sound carries, echoing in the enclosed space for a moment before fading out. Moon, however, doesn't react at all. Instead, he lifts his hand up to his chest and lowers it when you lower yours.

Bastard.

"What's the diagnosis, doc?" You put your weight on one of your arms leaning back to try to ease some weight off your aching tailbone.

"Doc? I didn't know you get a say in my life career, little guard." They taunt, leaning back the same way you just did.

You're not sure what this game is but you don't like it.

"Well, I'm not the one with a first aid certificate."

You must've said something right because for a few long seconds the jester seems to ponder over your words. A few, long seconds that seemed much longer than they should've. A smile finally reaches the edges of their lips, and be it for the horrible lighting, or their glowing red eyes, you force yourself to suppress a shudder. For a moment they stare, unmoving. Still to the point where you're worried their systems glitched. The smile is there, but all the movement came to an abrupt stop.

You don't notice yourself shifting in discomfort, and although it lasts only a split second it's enough to make you uneasy.

"Death." Moon responds suddenly, nonchalantly. Resting his head in the palm of his hand he stares at you, snickering at your confusion. "Death on impact." He adds.

You blink.

He blinks.

Your brows furrow.

His brows furrow.

You squint at him the best you can-

This bitch is wearing your glasses.

"YOU!"

Before you can snatch them off their face they reel back in a fit of giggles, laughing louder than you've ever heard them laugh. Their taunting comes to an abrupt stop accompanied by a loud bang and followed by a whine. Moon quickly clutches the back of their head, moving away from the offending table.

His whole frame is trembling.

"Shit, Moony??" Quickly scrambling to get the lights on you hesitate, remembering not to, and instead place your phone so the dull flashlight points down towards him. You take the glasses off him after also briefly forgetting you can't see; you drop to your knees by him and pry his fingers away from his head.

It's a whole battle to have him let go, even more so when he starts to cling to your hands instead, but you manage. He keeps going back and forth between clenching his head to grabbing your arms and pushing them away until you slowly redirect him to cling to the front of your uniform instead. Soon enough he's clinging to the front of your shirt, twisting the cloth in his fingers to the point where its almost painful.

He moves closer to you.

Clinging.

Shaking.

When you finally do get a look at them nothing seems off - at least from what you can tell. Maybe one of the back cables got squished? Would that hurt? Or did they hit something else? Is it internal? You don't know anything about how robots work, but asides from a slight dent in the back panel they seem fine.

They're clearly not, though.

... You're not sure how to help.

Letting out a shaky sigh, worrying your lip at how limp his head hangs. You move to sit back next to him - still in reach; still close by.

"Moony?" The grip on your clothes tightens at your hushed words. Good. He's listening. "Can you hear me okay?" You ask, "Tug at me for no, grip tighter for yes. Can you do that for me?"

One of the hands momentarily eases up only to tighten its grip. Alright. This is good, you can communicate like this.

"Okay, good... Are you in pain?"

He grips you tighter once more.

"Is there anything I can do to help it?"

A weak tug.

"Alright..." Shit. "Uh... Is physical contact okay right now?"

There's a pause.

A pause you know they need.

Their eyes flicker off momentarily and that alone sets your worry into overdrive all over again. Enough for you hear your own heartbeat in your ears.

"...Moon?"

He tugs.

As you move away both hands loosen, fingers untangling from your clothes only to move forward and around you. Cold, trembling hands press, grab and pull you forward. Push? Pause? There's clear hesitation. He stops for a second, as if weighing his options. Whatever is going through their head, it's as if they just fought a battle with themself.

Maybe with Sun? Maybe he needed the encouragement from his sunny part?

Whatever it was, his decision is quickly made.

He tugs and pulls you towards him almost desperately.

Before you know it you're seated on Moon's lap, clung to like a plush animal of a crying child who just got scolded. Their head lolls to the side slightly, bouncing off your shoulder. With a frown you reach for his head to make sure he doesn't hurt himself more. The moment you cup their face in your hands, however, they freeze again.

Another pause.

Hesitation crosses his features again when his eyes lock with yours - and they flicker off, then on again, with every twitch of his hands.

As you're about to speak, he burries his faceplate into the crook of your neck.

The sob that wrecks his body is not a silent one. It's raspy, it's glitchy; it's both full of anguish and yet right out of a horror movie. Like something you'd only hear at a junkyard where cars and other metal bits are crushed together; like a large, rusty gate was forced open for the first time in decades, and then promptly crushed by a bulldozer.

It's by no means a pretty sound. It's a horrid noise that causes a splitting headache to erupt behind your left eye all over again.

But god is it heartbreaking to hear.

Biting back a wince you wrap your arms around Moon as soon as the sound is over, holding him back as gently as you possibly can. As you squeeze him, he squeezes back.

Tight.

Tighter.

Tight enough to pop your back. Their joints dig into your ribs, holding.

Clinging.

He lets out a breath... Then goes almost completely limp.

"...Moon?" You croak, worried, only heaving a sigh when the gentle buzzing in his chest starts up again a few seconds after. Another few heartbeats pass before he moves and returns to holding you. This time, however, he doesn't cling or hold you. Just... Holds you like if you were to disappear if he let you go.

" We... Will not talk about this." Is the first thing they say when their voicebox finally crackles back on. Leaning back, they pull you closer. "Or about this," They continue, pressing their lips to your forehead, then rest their chin on top of your head. "Ever."

You're as lost as you can possibly be. You have no clue what just happened. If they were having a breakdown or physically breaking down-- When was the last time they visited Parts & Services? If its not that, then just how much internal turmoil do they have to deal with? Is it past stuff catching up? Something recent? Its... Beyond worrying. You'll respect their wishes.

Slowly, you give him a nod. "We won't talk about this until you're ready." You rasp out, gently rubbing circles into his back.

"...Thank you, little guard." Moon murmurs, tired grin stretched across their lips as they press another kiss to your forehead.

The speed at which you bury your face into his shoulder is laughable. "Yeah, of course... You're comfy though, so we're staying like this." You squeeze him lightly, giving him an excuse he might need. He squeezes you back.

"Oh? Is that so?" He chuckles, running his hands up and down your sides, fingers twitching, and your breath hitches - if he tickles you you're going to throw hands.

"Moon-"

Another laugh leaves their throat, and they wrap their arms around you instead. "Fine. I suppose you can.. Hold me if you need to..." They sigh, their ever so present sly grin returning. "So needy."

Gasping you lean back to look at them. "I am not." You lie through your teeth.

"Are tooo~" They quip, leaning closer to you.

"Am not!"

"Mm-hm~"

"Nuh-uh."

"Uh-huh."

Letting out a dramatic sigh you slump over him, laughing when he scrambles to steady you before you fall off his lap. Smiling, you bury into his shoulder and get yourself comfortable for what you know will be a long nap. "... Maybe a little."

...A lottle, actually.

If Moon ever wants to talk to you about what happened earlier or explain it, they can approach you. For now, though, some rest will do you both good.

[ichig0tchi]

southern utah facts for fnaf fans

ok so as a person who lives in utah and has been to southern utah many, many times, i thought id write some info for people who want to know what its actually like! sometimes i see fan content from people who don't know anything about it and i cant help but laugh a little because yall imagine all this cool stuff there and its just like. gas station.

its pronounced hurra-kihn with a short [ih] /ɪ/ sound, not hurriCANE like the actual word. don't ask me why i have no answers

the VAST majority of utah has a religious suburb vibe. ESPECIALLY central and southern utah. imagine the type of place thats juuuuust big enough to have some big box stores and a couple of chain restaurants. thats what hurricane is like. many smaller towns in central/southern utah are tiny farming communities with the population of a few hundred people (and probably double that in cows)

This is a picture of hurricane from google maps, this is the vibe for most places south of provo!

The cities closest to hurricane are st george, cedar city, las vegas, mesquite, and the general provo area.

-St george is a smallish sized city with things like a mall, many national chain businesses, local businesses, an amphitheater, and manyyyy retiree communities with golf courses. - Cedar city has an ~olde towne~ feel with many historical buildings and small businesses. -Vegas is about 2 hours from Hurricane and its not unusual to take a day trip there -Mesquite is a casino/golfing town about 40 minutes from st george. Its right on the border of NV/AZ and its pretty common for families to drive out for a couple days to mess around the casino and eat over priced buffet food. -Provo is about 3 hours north of hurricane and is very mormon in culture. Feels like the twilight zone if you arent white and/or mormon. they have good restaurants tho and a water park. mainly built around Brigham Young University (byu) which is a very strictly religious campus. Apparently its a really good school if you can handle the restrictions.

Southern utah generally never gets colder than 70 degrees and is often over 100 in the summer

I've seen some people refer to hurricane as "south west utah" which is..not wrong? but no one says that. nearly all of the south east of the state is national parks with extreme geography that people cant exactly live in. There are some towns, but they rely heavily on tourism for the national monuments and such and are still smaller in population. If you say you're from southern utah, people will just assume you are from the st george area.

Southern utah has some of, in my opinion, the most beautiful views on earth. Views like these are within 25 minutes of hurricane. (image of canyon junction bridge from visitutah.com)

People in southern utah tend to be very friendly. If you're not from around there, you'll probably get polite stares in the smaller towns. In bigger areas like st george, customer service is typically very good. LDS people tend to take acting like a boy scout and being over the top helpful pretty seriously. (you know the mormon missionary stereotypes lol theyre persistent folks).

Silver reef is mostly really nice expensive homes now! Definitely not a ghost town anymore. The museum there does tours of the old ruins and an extremely nice cowboy will tell you all about how the founder of the town discovered the titular silver vein, but got run out of town by crazy prospector type fighting over the land (i like to imagine there was much hootinany-ing and pickaxes afoot) They do have a single animatronic, its of a donkey in a fake mine shaft exhibit under the museum!

Most of the towns around here have a shit ton of hotels and are mainly tourist destinations. Hiking and sightseeing are sort of classic state pastimes, outdoor sports bring in a ton of money so its really encouraged. Peak tourism season for southern utah is late summer/early fall. Mid summer is too hot to visit, its genuinely dangerous to hike in that weather. So september/october when its temperate is very busy.

As you might imagine, most of utah is conservative. Salt lake is pretty left leaning and is actually a pretty good place for queer people, but most of the state kind of just ignores anything that goes against doctrine. definitely a lot of maga types, but overall not violent or especially bigoted outwardly. The worst i tend to see is confederate flags, which are popular in agricultural areas. Mormons tend to be quietly exclusionary rather than confronting the sorts of minorities they dont like.

Another thing about mormons, they LOVEEEE SODA. SO MUCH. Those drive thru soda/cookie/icecream chains are all over the place, including southern utah. The sodas are usually mixed with things like coffee creamer or flavored syrups. Mormons cant drink coffee, so they get their caffeine/sugary treat this way.

Feel free to ask any questions or add your own tidbits!!