#Gregory is an Emily

[riahlynn101]

"Committed to Memory."

Summary: Gregory loves his family more than anything. If only he could remember who they are.

Trigger warnings: Mentioned/referenced child death, mentioned/referenced cancer, sickness (not related to cancer), and implied/referenced child abandonment/neglect.

I'm going to do my best to keep characters consistent (with their circumstances).

Also, I know Andrew and Jake (and probably Charlie) have all moved on by Security Breach, but let's pretend they didn't.

Timeline:

FNAF 6: 2023

Stitchwraith: 2025-2027

Gregory is born: 2023

Story takes place: late-2027

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The list of things that Andrew hates could fill the Grand Canyon. Vague memories of his past life, the cruelty of his parents, and the kids at school that left him in the dust. His little sisters, Cassidy and….he can’t remember the other one now, but she was probably just like Cassidy. A-know-it-all with a smug sense of justice. 

But on top of his list of all the things he hates has to be (underneath his murderer, being trapped in confined spaces for long periods of time, and cancer) Charlie Emily. 

“What do you want,” she says, arms crossed. For as long as Andrew’s known Charlie - which, given their ever-present circumstances is way too long - she’s been a no-nonsense person (spirit?) who probably saw herself as the arbiter of justice. In a way, she had been the other children’s protector for all those lonely decades. But to him, the one that Afton should’ve thought twice about before killing, she was no different than his sister who his parents favored over him. The sister that he walked in on being murdered.

Sometimes he can still hear the sounds of her garbled screams, blood clogging her throat. Andrew never liked his sisters, and he often found himself wishing someone or something would take them away. But standing in the doorway of the backroom, staring at the man who was doing the very thing he wished for so many times before, he froze. 

“Andrew…” The familiar sound of his one and only friend’s voice startles him back to reality. He tries to smile at Jake, but it probably ends up as a lopsided scowl anyways (it’s the thought that counts, right?)

“I heard crying,” he answers. 

A strange sort of look crosses Charlie’s face. He’s seen it before. The calm before a storm, like she’s prepared to hurt someone - to hurt him (and more importantly, Jake) - if she’s provoked further. 

Unfortunately for her, Andrew has his PhD in provoking people until they snap (just ask the boy standing next to him who, even with the patience of a saint, struggles to keep his annoyance at bay). 

“And?” Charlie asks, crossed arms falling to her sides. Her hands ball into fists. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t,” Andrew mocks her, shoving his hands in his pockets. He turns away. “I was trying to be a good person, but if you don’t need any help-”

A harsh push forward has him stumbling to keep balance. Andrew stands there, frozen. To his right he hears Jake draw in a large, anatomically unnecessary, breath. 

Andrew slowly turns to face her. 

Charlie’s expression has softened somewhat. Not out of fear, though if she possessed one iota of self-preservation (or the ghost version of it), she might take a few steps back. 

Instead she comes closer, holding an arm out. “Andrew,” she says, “I didn’t mean to. I…I don’t know what came over me.”

Jake laughs nervously. “Guys…”

“I was walking away. You didn’t need to push me!” Andrew stared her down (actually, given his height, it would be more accurate to say, Charlie stared him down). 

“I’m not the one that intruded onto someone else’s property.”

“Guys…” Jake tries again, voice strained. He stands off to the side, hands clutched to his chest.

“Last time I looked, Charlotte, dead people can’t own things.”

“Yeah? Well, this place is abandoned, and I claimed it as my own.”

“That’s re-”

“Andrew,” Jake reprimands him.

“Stupid,” he finishes. “We’re dead. I understand owning an item or two. Jake and I have a small collection of toys squirreled away, but an entire building?”

The soft expression has been replaced by the stormy one from earlier. 

He sees Jake step forward to prevent another incident out of the corner of his eye. Andrew takes a breath. He can do this. If not for Charlie, or himself, then to prove to his best friend that not sending him to the afterlife was a good choice. 

That his effort on Andrew hasn’t all been wasted. 

“I’m curious. I want to understand.”

Charlie sighs - another anatomically unnecessary action - and unballs her fists. “I…I can’t tell you. It’s a long story, and neither of you would understand.”

Jake perks up, finally being acknowledged. 

“Try us,” Andrew says. “We have all the time in the world.”

She shakes her head. “I…can’t. I’m sorry.” 

“Are you serious!?” Andrew exclaims, disregarding his friend’s lessons on understanding and patience. Both useless, empty sentiments that haven’t done a damn thing for him. 

Charlie and Jake who are both used to his outbursts by now steady themselves.

“I am,” she says. “I wish my answer was more satisfying, but that’s all I can give you.”

Andrew grounds his ghostly approximations of teeth together, thoughts brewing to a boiling point. More words, scalding and hurtful, well up in his throat. He can feel even more in his chest, forming as his thoughts slowly work to become words. 

He opens his mouth-

“Wahhh!”

Charlie dashes away from him, mumbling words under her breath. 

Jake follows closely behind. Partially because he’s unsure if he wants to face Andrew alone after an unfinished tantrum, and partially because his curiosity has only gotten stronger after death. 

It doesn’t take Andrew long to pursue them. His anger sits underneath his skin, and the words sit in his chest, but his curiosity manages to override his rage. Which is a blessing, because in the room Charlie ran off to, nestled in blankets in the furthest corner, is a young child. 

Charlie kneels beside the kid. “Hey, hey,” she murmurs, voice softer than he’s ever heard it before. 

Andrew stands, unable to conjure a single question. He stands, staring, as the child begins to cry, and for once - since he’s met her - Charlie seems unable to comfort them. She reaches out to pat their head a few times, but every time her arm ends up in midair. Like she can’t follow through. Like she’s afraid of something. 

Jake finds his voice first. “Who’s that?” 

Charlie visibly jolts, and that, mixed with the unfamiliar voices, must frighten the kid even more. He reaches out to Charlie, but all his attempts to grab onto her are unsuccessful. 

“Please, Gregory, you’re okay.” Her voice seems to shake. “Go back to sleep, please.”

Gregory…… Andrew commits the name to memory. 

“Charlie,” he starts, stepping forward, “answer Jake’s question. Who is that?”

Charlie doesn’t answer for a good minute, fussing over the small boy in front of her. He almost thinks she didn’t hear him, but then, in a small voice, she says, “he’s, my nephew.”

[chloesimaginationthings]

Happy 10th anniversary to FNAF!!

[cookieruma29]

After 8 years of waiting.... Har har har

(Hope everyone gets to watch the movie💕❤️💕 :D)

[weepingalaxy]

thinking abt fnaf again and decided to draw some of the kiddos (im so sorry abby garrett mci dci and random unnamed dead kids from security breach maybe next time)

[dykevanny]

HAPPY 10 YEARS <3

[fnafretold]

I love this meme so much I made 4 versions of it!

BONUS DOODLES

(Note: I’m currently struggling to make posts idk why. Mobile is being weird)

[dork-a-doodle]

(Not pictured: the dozens of ghosts also present)

[snappl3]

Context doesn’t exists but all there is to know is that’s Charlie

[connectionterminated13]

Happy 10 year anniversary bear game!!!

[pixlokita]

It’s been like 80 years but finally….Page 34

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[williamlandon]

Been dealing with a lot of burnout lately so have practice drawings of my favorite FNaF kiddos

[shinewonder]

the 10 year anniversary book was made with me in mind

[daandyli0n]

alright Fnaf fans, ask game time:

Send Some Emojis For Headcanons About -

(Characters)

🐰🔪 (William Afton)

🐇❔(Mrs. Afton/Afton Mom)

🧟‍♂️ (Michael Afton)

🍦(Elizabeth Afton)

🧸 (Crying Child)

🐻🛠 (Henry Emily)

🐻❔ (Mrs. Emily)

🎭 (Charlotte "Charlie" Emily)

❓ (Samuel "Sammy" Emily)

📞 (Phone Guy and/or Phone Dude)

🌙 (Nightguards; can be all or just one)

🎂 (the MCI victims)

🔦 (Gregory)

🐺 (Cassie)

🐰🩸 (Vanessa/Vanny)

(Events/Dates)

🎭🔪 ("Take Cake to the Children"/Security Puppet/Charlie's Murder)

🐇🎂 (The MCI)

🎭🎁 ("Give Gifts, Give Life")

🐻🎭 ("SAVE THEM")

🌙🚗 (Midnight Motorist)

🤡🍦 (Elizabeth's Death)

⁉️ (The Bite of '87)

🎃 (the first 7 Fnaf games; when did they happen? where in the lore do they take place?)

🤖🪓 (Fnaf 3 End of Night Minigames)

🐰🔥 (what happened in the aftermath of the Fnaf 3 fire?)

📼🔥 (what happened in the aftermath of the Pizzeria Simulator fire?)

📂📼 (Help Wanted: when does it happen? who's the protagonist?)

🕺🎤 (Security Breach + Ruin: when do they happen? what led up to them?)

(Worldbuilding)

🐰👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 (the Afton Family; what were they like?)

🐻👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 (the Emily Family; what were they like)

🎂👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 (the MCI's Families; what were they like?)

🤖🌞 (what were the animatronics like during the day? what were their "personalities," so to speak?)

😈❓(what was Afton's motive? why did he do what he did?)

📖 (what's the general timeline? this can be as elaborate as you want)

📚 (how much Book Lore do you intertwine with the game lore?)

📰 (how major were the scandals at Freddy's? were they swept under the rug pretty well, or were they well known and unavoidable?)

(Misc.)

😇🐻 (was Henry a pretty good person, or did he Also suck in his own way?)

🐻📰 (how did Henry discover what William had done?)

🎂🫂 (did the MCI (and possibly Charlie) know each other before death? how well did they get along after they died?)

👻🐇 (who is the Vengeful Spirit/"The One You Should Not Have Killed," and why are they so pissed off at William? what had he done to them?)

🍬 (random headcanon of your choice)

[gigireece16]

my parents

[birdie-ghost]

Alert the town

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[Ch.1]

My Ko-fi

Important update info under the cut!

Soooooo it's been like 2 years!! Hello.

Quick buncha stuff to answer questions: I don't know how often I'll update. Sorry :/

The style did change! Sorry if it looks weird for a little while, I lost all my brushes and found out tonight that I also no longer have ANY of my old comic files so I'm just kinda fucked there. So palletes and allat has to be redone

Where'd I go? Idk man I went into public high school and it's been a wild ride. I left an abusive household, no longer talk to my mom (FUCK yes I HATE her. This is a positive) but also adjusting schedules for that was a pain.

Story is going to be slightly more fragmented because I have to recompile it! But yeah. Feel free to ask more spoilor-y questions due to my lack of update being guaranteed!

this is what the page was originally gonna look like about a year ago, but the person I was dating made fun of me so much so I felt like shit drawing this. Good news I no longer date him!! It doesn't have this composition anymore cus I simply Hate Redrawing Things I've Already Drawn.

I'm also now an adult! Which is weird to think about cus I started this comic when I was 15!!! lovely how time works.

Thank you all for your patience :]

<3

[experiment-no143]

FNAF dump 1

I just realized I use a lot of purple

Wip I never finished of young willy