#GregEvan

[b-lightwalker]

Y’know what I’m hoping for? That GlamMike is true, that GregEvan is true, Vanessa is Mrs. Afton, and that the girl from the Ruin DLC is Elizabeth. Why? Because the thought of the entire Afton family coming back with the sole purpose of kicking Peepaw’s a$$ is funny.

They were all big chillin’ for a while until Michael saw his father was still on Earth and said, “Nah, fam, we gotta go back.”

[wimpwompz]

"̶P̶a̶t̶i̶e̶n̶t̶ ̶4̶6̶"̶

[starry-skies-116]

GlamMike: "Let me see what you have."

GregVessel: "A KNIFE!"

GlamMike: "NO!!!"

Vanessabeth: "Bro oh my god why does our brother have a knife-"

Or better yet he pulls a 'with the power of autism and family and this fucking gun I found'

[champion-of-the-jotnar]

Evan Afton/Gregory, 2038:

"Schizoaffective disorder is stored in how fucking cute I am how did y'all not know that."

[soniccrazygal]

How did Michael react when he first woke up(assuming he was offline when When William repaired him some) after William got his hands on him?

And how did Elizabeth and GregEvan react?

Michael immediately tried to attack William only to crumple to his knees as electricity flooded his systems. While he was still being electrocuted, William calmly spelled out what the situation was.

Elizabeth was confused and then happy and accepting that daddy had somehow saved her.

Evan and Gregory were a storm of grief, confusion, and anger as Gregory dealt with being recently murdered and Evan dealt with being trapped once more in an animatronic. Evan having experience being animatronic body, had most control at first and was able to keep Gregory from William from knowing Gregory was there when they first woke up. Once they were out of William’s sight, Evan let Gregory have on the full emotional breakdown he deserved.

[frixey]

i actually like gregbot but not gregevan

like i like the idea of gregory being a robot but that hes a robot of evan if that makes sense

[starry-skies-116]

AMEN TO THAT MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS

x I plead the fifth

[wimpwompz]

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[starry-skies-116]

The last thing Montgomery Gator saw before he tumbled to his demise...

"Judge, Jury and Executioner: he calls himself the judicator, the arbiter of your fate, should you cross him wrongly, or wish harm upon him or whatever he may hold dear to his heart. Every soul will be weighed before his eyes, and judgement shall come just as swiftly by his hand."

[soniccrazygal]

Okay but hear me out for a moment: Imagine if, due to his multiversal escapades, Mike ended up encountering his counterpart in the Rebuilt AU (or even GregEvan or Elizabeth from the same AU), just how badly would he lose his mind? (This totally is not an attempt to crossover two of my favorite of your aus btw :3c)

Mike P would be horrified at the kids situation and would want to help, but would be hesitant to confront William directly in fear that William would activate hidden protocols in the kids that would hurt them. Rebuilt Mike would agree that a direct confrontation wouldn’t be a good idea and while Evan/Gregory had made it clear that they wouldn’t leave ReMike behind, ReMike would convince Mike P to take the younger kids.

One self sacrificing idiot would recognize another and Mike P agrees, knowing he’d ask the exact same thing if their roles were reversed. So Mike P flees the Pizzaplex with his counterparts siblings, even while they’re doing some combination of kicking, screaming, crying, and begging not to leave their brother behind.

[starry-skies-116]

Why do I imagine this with Gregory and some of the adult Fazbear S.T.A.F.F. at the Pizzaplex he meets whenever he actually tries the social interaction he's been yearning for so long-

"bish I am a bionic immortal artificial lifeform, fuck off *internally cries*"

[ID: Custom meme format. An image from Thomas Sanders’ Instagram shows Sanders Sides characters Roman and Remus. Roman sits by a table, looking up from a slice of cake dreamily. He is captioned “me living my best life as a trans aroace person.” Behind him, Remus sneaks up to strike him with a weapon. He is captioned “strangers asking about my genitals upon learning any one of these things.” End ID]

I don’t actually tell strangers these things but you get the idea.

[halogenrobotics]

Brooooo the brainrot is consuming me alive-

I know a LOT of people are opposed to the idea of Inhuman!Gregory and find the GregBot/GregEvan theory very controversial (pretty much just like SentiAdrien from Miraculous Ladybug) but I freaking LOVE the trope of inhuman characters whom are masquerading as humans and has everyone around them think of them as just another human being. 

Especially if they were once human before tragedy struck in the form of their death, and them being ripped away from everything and everyone they ever loved and held dear and had their entire world crumble down to ash around them as they watched helplessly. 

Such good angst material, you know? I’d imagine it would be pretty traumatizing for a ten year old who was supposed to graduate from fifth grade but instead had his head and torso crushed inside the mouth of his best friend- during his birthday on a spring afternoon in 1983. Of course that would leave a pretty deep scar.

Not even that- I just created a whole backstory of messed up shit that happened to him afterwards, you know? Evan’s body gets repurposed- every cell, molecule, atom of his body fundamentally altered on the material level so that it’s not organic anymore, mixed in with robotics and remnant technology- his father sees him as his greatest creation- the first immortal lifeform, not just a soul being hosted inside of an empty husk of a body.

He was a cybernetic flesh puppet who was beyond human, but also not truly- there was a genuine consciousness within- the soul of his son, his youngest son, reborn inside, sleeping akin to a newborn that couldn’t be awoken no matter how hard one tried. William smiles- a twisted, deranged smile, knowing that the creation, an incredibly flawless and perfect replica of the regular human child that his son once was, was complete. And it was beautiful. Every thrum of power that made itself known in the form of a low hum of warmth and vibrations beneath his chest as it rose and fell, rose and fell with every steady, deep breath the creation took… the way his hands were folded over his chest as if in prayer, mouth only slightly ajar to reveal the thin crease of pearly white teeth within.

As if he never died.

Then, when the strange being awakens again after what feels like eternity, he is… confused, not to mention utterly time blind. Names linger on the tip of his tongue, but he can’t speak of them without a lump rising in his throat and a strange liquid brimming like brine on the edge of his eyes. Nothing lingers in his brain but the emotion of being perplexed and overwhelmed as his doll-like eyes blink so unnasumingly, large and gentle and compound in nature. 

The irises- dark like nebulous nights, the light reflected within glimmering like stars as they were lacking the little black dots of pupils to them entirely- they flicked around way too naturally to glimpse his surroundings of the dilapidated room- dark, cold, empty and falling into some degree of disrepair (it isn’t anything like the tomb-like chamber William stored him in when he was asleep, though is that even a memory?).

This isn’t how the world is supposed to be, he thinks to himself. This isn’t how the world works- dark and cold and empty and so, so terrible, with no knowledge of who I am or what I’m supposed to do. I’m supposed to be in my home, laughing and playing with my… my… my? My what? My who?

Things still feel wrong on a fundamental level, from the ground up as static lingers where his memories should be- a thick white fog that is impenetrable, that makes his head ring with sheer pain whenever he tries to push past it.

Or had things already been wrong to begin with? Had there been cracks since the beginning?

My family. My name. My home.

As the creation arbitrarily decides on a name- the title of the watchful and vigilant, “Gregory”, who’s eyes don’t let anything escape their encroaching, scrutinizing gaze- he stares down at his trembling hands, the grief within his heart waiting to be unlocked and flood every pore of his being until he had shed his last tear for the ruined past and the future that could never be in this time.

With every second that passed, as his being gradually trembled into consciousness more and more, the question was burned into his mind that he quaked as he thought about it, shook with ferocity and passion and desire, NEEDING NEEDING NEEDING to know moremoremoreMOREMOREMORESHOWMEMORE.

Who am I? He wants to ask to the heavens that remained out of reach- he was still tethered to the earth for god knows what reason. Why am I alive?

But out of his mouth comes trills and beeps that he arbitrarily writes on a miniscule slip of paper and sticks it to the box that he found, the things that he could do with just his hands still fascinating him so much. 

01110111 01101000 01111001 00100000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01101001

Why is I.

This is quite the well constructed theory/story idea. Personally I kinda, uh, hate the gregbot/greg is evan theory (the latter because I think the afton family has had its time in the sun and should be put to rest, except William lol). No offense.

However I won't knock anyone for believing it, and I have to say that this is probably one of the better posts on the subject. I can tell that a lot of passion and real effort went into it. The little segments that show the thoughts of...Grevan? Evagory? are really well made and show a lot of depth.

(I am not a writer so sorry if my complements seem repetitive :P )

Keep up the good work and idea making/explaining!

[motivationalquoteoftheday]

Motivational Quote of the day for Wednesday, February 13, 2019

[wimpwompz]

Imagine making a whole ass playlist over a stupid fnaf theory-

*drops this and runs*

[starry-skies-116]

Evan: *frantically scribbling on a notebook with a crayon* "Write that down, write that down!"

“Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.”

— Sun Tzu, The Art of War

[starry-skies-116]

Something Evan/Gregory absolutely would 100% use on his older brother to prank him:

He invites Glamrock Freddy/Michael to play RL craft, tricking him into thinking it’s regular old Minecraft on the easiest difficulty.

Then the boy watches his older brother die in the game, again and again and again, getting one shot, laughing all the while at his misery and comforting him, offering to join the server with Michael on another device just to accompany him in multiplayer and help him through his suffering and frustration. Eventually they decide to stream themselves raging at the game and laughing out tears, chatting over Discord voice channels.

They sometimes speak Arabic to each other as well, with Michael/Glamrock Freddy having it be practically a second language and Evan/Gregory being noticeably fluent with Elizabeth having moderate knowledge (the Afton children are all mixed in my AU: whilst being primarily British American, they’re also of prominent Egyptian/Arab AND British/English heritage on William’s side and German/Scandinavian on their mother Eleanor’s side).

They welcome all the other Arabic speakers in chat warmly as well, and eventually Vanessa joins the server. They all suffer together as siblings :)!