#I don't hate security breach

[josephthesnailshow]

Prototype Fredbear (The Fallen Hero AU) visits the Sun and Moon Show universe.

The SAMS universe didn't have anything that Shadow Kennedy and Shadow Afton wanted, so he just turned around and left. He only stepped out into Kill-Code's base and was like "I hate this place already).

[scally-wiggles716]

[chipistrate]

LIKE A DIGUISE.

Hehehe,,, Glimic :]

Alts under cut [cw possible eyestrain]

[s1llydr3amscape]

Killing him isn't enough I need to beat him with hammers!

Thanks for the request @camzverse !!!! She is bullying that old man!!!!!

The background is taken from a screenshot I repainted!! I had fun hehehe I've been meaning to draw puppet glitch for a while he's just so gloopy.

[ikeep-forgetting-mypass]

As much as I like matpat I am dreading when he plays ruin because this is just going to fuel his 'gregory is evil' stich which I HATE.

Like, maybe stop demonizing this 9 year old. I get it, he has committed many crimes, as he should, and destroyed the glamrocks, but they can be FIXED. THEY ARE ROBOTS. THEY CAN BE PUT TOGETHER AGAIN AND ARE EVEN STILL FUNCTIONAL EVEN AFTER BEING SHATTERED.

You know who can't be fixed if he loses an arm or an eye? GREGORY (because he isn't a robot because FUCK THAT) like???

He is a homeless kid, of course he's going to be a brutal little shit and prioritizes survival against morals, he is on the fucking streets, and the animatronics have been trying to kill him for an entire night, making him run all across the PizzaPlex. You know how fucking big that place is!?

Also, him betraying Cassie makes zero sense for multiple reasons,

1: He went through fucking hell for Freddy and he only knew him for 6 hours, like. He was willing to steal a car and live with him on the road in one ending, tries to save him in the Afton ending, carries his head around, and is shown to cry when he's disassembled, something he is only seen to do in the Bad Ending or when Freddy is ok.

HE LITERALLY COMMITS MANSLAUGHTER IN ONE ENDING FOR HIS ROBOT-DAD FOR FUCKS SAKE.

Even when Freddy is possessed by Peepaw William, instead of trying to dismantle him, he tries to save him instead, when if it was any other animatronic he wouldn't have hesitated to destroy them.

Because of what the cutouts in Roxy Raceway tell us, Gregory and Cassie have a close friendship, him being the only one to show up to her birthday and giving her a napkin to clean up her tears. When you see his missing posters, you can see Cassie is crying, and due to him being homeless, she probably made those posters herself.

(which i am sorely disappointed if no one has made an angsty thing yet c'mon guys)

(I HC them as siblings, but I guess steel wool said fuck you entropy)

So why, if he was willing to do all of that for Freddy, where it was a plot point for all of the endings, would he betray Cassie and try to kill her? It doesn't make sense to me, adding onto my other point:

2: At the end, as everyone predicted, the mimic was pretending to be Gregory this entire time. I don't know why exactly it was luring cassie, probably to kill her or something, but the mimic is a whole other rant because it brings the books explicitly and that means GGY could be canon which. Ugh.

Anyways, it's revealed again to everyone's predictions, that Gregory isn't in the PizzaPlex, which I think is a missed opportunity but that's just me. Cassie escapes the Mimic and 'gregory' says that she awakened it (Afton) and then the elevator falls.

I see people saying that Gregory killed her, but my question is how?

If he isn't anywhere in the PizzaPlex, and can only see the layout, how was he able to cut the elevator wires if not physically present? Did he teleport? Did he magically get into the mainframe and somehow break it down? No.

In conclusion, if there's an installment following this it better not have a villain Gregory or I swear to God steel wool I am able to forgive you for hello neighbor I will NOT forgive you for that

EDIT: just some more things I want to add because MatPat is playing ruin and I am fueled with dread and excitement.

I see people bringing up the books and the whole patient 46 or 42 or 420 or whichever the fuck, which is still do not get, but I don't understand most things in this franchise anyways so.

Even if the mimic and GGY are canon, I still firmly believe that gregory's actions (if he did do them) were manipulated by William/Glitchtrap, with him being mind-controlled like Vanessa. If your going to demonize him for that, then you would have to do the same thing for Vanessa, who has canonically killed enough children to fill out a newspaper as seen in the Bad Ending when it's revealed Gregory is homeless.

(I don't know how or when old willy put his hands on my boy's mind, but It is not because he is a robot because he isn't. the only reason Freddy say's he's broken is because of censorship.

(PS, please stop censoring horror franchises unless it's actually depicts idk SA, talking to you Megan Is Missing. The original line was that gregory cut himself while in the vents. you didn't need to censor that idqbnofq)

Also, for people saying that Gregory is sadistic for destroying and harvesting the animatronics....

I see your point, and I raise that he is a homeless child who probably just got out of mind-control and is now being chased around a massive mall bigger than a 10 Walmart's and Targets put together, trying to escape 3 (4 and 5 if you count sun & moon and a hell of a lot more counting the security bots and damn endos) eight to seven foot hunks of heavy metal and sharp teeth capable of and known for destroying security bots because of Pizza and Jealousy Issues (Roxy and Chica) another that's infamous for destroying fences, his own room and is rumored/thought to have destroyed another robot, and a security guard who, (in yet again deleted voice lines that should have been in the game god damnit steel wool) he saw change into a skipping bunny with a kitchen knife all trying to kill him with only one protector for 6-7 hours straight with barely a moment to breathe.

What do you expect? him to be all "I'm so sorry *cries* let's all be friends!!" NO. in a better world and in a better made game maybe we could have that, but in this world no. Maybe he's a little remorseful, but in the way you kill a bug kind of remorseful.

Also, again, homeless children who probably had to raise themselves aren't going to be the most morally aware children, of course he's going to worry about his and the one person/robot who took care of him in a while above the ones who are attempting to murder him.

[fear-ze-queer]

genuine question: where in the monty cutscene thing (with all the cardboard cutouts & everything) does it reveal that monty became the band's bass player because he killed bonnie?

i've heard a lot of people saying "bonnie giving monty his guitar and retiring is a cover up for what actually happened" and that's totally understandable!!! but that on its own doesn't say it was monty who got rid of him, just that he took bonnie's place in the band. it doesn't tell you what actually *did* happen.

i've seen so many people saying that scene revealed that it really was monty's fault, but i genuinely don't understand why?? if anybody has an answer please let me know i'm so confused

[sunyandmony]

Just gonna post it cuz yeah... Idk what to do with it...

Word count- 3,379

Subject/plot/idea- Moon comfort fic

Characters- Moon, You/Reader

Inspiration/if any- none

Warnings- self-harm thoughts, death wish, abuse(?), neglect, self-hate

🌹🌺🌷🌸💐 (<--- to the people reading this)

Part 1/?

It may have been an hour, maybe more, but you didn't care anymore.

Your face was burning and covered in tears, your heart was racing and you were sitting in the worst spot possible to have this breakdown; in one of the party rooms in the daycare.

Quiet whimpers and gasps escaped you, unable to hold them back.

The Pizzaplex had closed down hours ago, and everything that made you be here was gone, so why did you feel like this?!

It's unfair that you're the target of everything.

That your life is the way it is and that it's all your fault in the end…

You had hidden in here, and no one noticed.

“Of course they wouldn't… Nobody does, they probably don't even care at all, never did...”

Everything was too hard to understand, and everyone was acting inhumane and awful as if you're the monster.

You didn't even know what to say or believe anymore, you hated yourself so much you wanted to just die already.

You weren't the only child, and your sibling always had the attention.

It was so stupid, and at this point, you couldn't even care anymore.

All your senses activated the moment you ran into this room, crawled under this table, and started sobbing your frustration, trauma, and helplessness to the empty room.

You immediately started sobbing harder as the thoughts started getting more constant and worse.

Death is literally your only option at this point, there's nothing else…

“Stupid, stupid, stupid…”

You muttered under your breath, curling even more into yourself.

It's not fair. Humans are the worst.

Why you of all people??

What had you done to deserve everything…?

It's so stupid, everything is stupid, everything is awful and so shitty.

Always having to be “happy” and pleasing to everyone that sees you, always having to dress how other people want, but not you.

Always being the silent kid and the black sheep of the family…

Everything was so good when you were still a toddler, where did those happy moments go??

…What's wrong with you?

Why can't you just be happy…?

The sobs got louder and louder the more your thoughts ate you alive, you were so done of everything, you just wanted to die, all alone like you deserve, with no one to hold you near…

He thought he was mistaken.

He thought he was hearing things, who would be here so late?

Maybe an intruder, but the sounds were all too familiar.

He detached himself from his acrobatic wire, creeping closer to the party room and listened closely.

Sun was right, there's someone inside.

The door opened once he stepped in front of it, and he entered inside to search, scanning the space for a short few seconds…

Of all people, he didn't expect you.

He thought your parents had picked you up when you left the daycare and told Sun you'd be fine.

You clearly aren't.

He sighed audibly, before crouching down and raising up the tablecloth, finding you curled up in a ball and crying to yourself.

His expression immediately softened, and his security mode turned off as his eyes shifted from red to a beautiful dark void, with the littlest of stars inside.

In one moment you heard the opening of a door, but you couldn't care enough to look up to see who came inside the room, unable to control your sobs and thoughts from pouring out.

But then, in a moment, something, or rather someone, pulled the tablecloth up.

You shook in place, backing off only to see Moon crouched there, looking at you with a…confusing expression for your brain to even process.

He put his hands up, and backed away from you ever so slightly, showing he's not a threat or here to break your boundaries.

“Starlight..?.... May I approach?”

He asked you in his familiar, raspy voice.

You had nothing to lose at this point, so you gave a small and quick nod.

“.. Wanna talk about it, perhaps?...”

It hurt to even hear that question.

No one ever asked you anything about your mood or your health or anything of the like, but it's not like you had anything to add to the empty void of your body.

You shook your head, and even then, he was smiling at you.

The first genuine smile of someone who truly cares for you, a smile that's not forced or a facade…

Possibly one you'll remember for the rest of your pathetic existence.

…That is if you even get to live further than tonight.

With your luck, mental health, and everything else added onto your very being, you doubt it.

Even so, he is the single thing that's keeping you grounded right now, and you'd rather remain on earth for now.

He hummed, accepting your choice as is, willing to wait as long as necessary for you to open up to him even the littlest bit.

He didn't mind if you didn't at all either, he just wanted to be there with you.

And you did as well, only common for a human to want contact and interaction with others.

It's natural, and after a while of hanging out with someone, it's painful to let go of them so easily.

And he of all people understood you the most out of everyone.

“Touch… ?”

He asked in the silence, waiting patiently for you.

He was being too kind to a monster like you, but you couldn't deny you wanted to feel his touch, his tender yet cold at the same time touch…

So you gave another small nod, granting him permission and he engulfed you into a hug, ever so careful and even more softer than usual, as if you're made of porcelain that could be broken at any time with the slightest of touches, but even so, his touch was constant and very much there, making you aware of your surroundings once more, even if just the slightest bit.

You couldn't deny it anymore, you would die for this dude.

The moment that crossed your mind, you hugged him back, your nails digging into his back. He let out a relaxed humm, and you didn't even notice when he somehow got up from under the table with you in his hold, as close to him as possible.

His chest pressed right against your face, cooling off your burning face.

You held onto him like a lifeline, eyes shut tight and breathing hitching before you realized you didn't have to, he wasn't even off the ground, he was walking with you, all the way back to the daycare, on foot.

He knew you wouldn't like him flying midair with you in his hold, and he didn't say a thing about it, a silent understanding in his eyes as he walked inside the daycare with you.

Once in the nap time corner, he set you down in a huge, comfy blanket nest as he sat down next to you on it, his legs hanging on the ground.

He opened his arms, inviting you closer to him.

You didn't even hesitate, immediately laying face first onto his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close.

He wasn't forcing you to say anything, he wasn't asking you anything, he stood in the silence and darkness of the closing hours, with you, ignoring his job just to care for you.

You felt selfish and likely that you're an attention seeker just because you're the reason he's not on his patrols…

But when he started rubbing soft, small circles in your back, you immediately blanked out.

You could hear his internal fans from where you lay.

Sure he was about two times your size for some reason, but you couldn't help but feel safe for once.

Not like an animal backed into a corner fighting for survival, like a normal being that's cared for, and at that point, you cracked, crying out onto him as he soothed you, whispering soft promises and truths to you all the while.

He didn't stop you from crying, he soothed your pain and waited for you to empty out your soul, he felt special for even seeing you like this, felt like he's doing something right.

“It will all be alright… It’s gonna be okay…”

After what felt like hours, everything went silent, and the buzzing and screeching in your head had been muffled out, the only sounds being your evened-out breathing and the internal fans keeping Moon cool to the touch, making you lay your head on the side and stare into the distant and empty daycare, your head empty of thoughts and clouded over.

His soothing touch, unlike anything else you've gotten so far in your life, was helping you.

Someone was helping you, not because they had to or are forced to, but because they're willing to waste their time on you.

You were dry already, but if you could cry more, you definitely would be right about now.

“...You're safe now… I'm here…”

He murmured, his hands trailing up and down your back and sides, massaging your nerves and setting you on the edge of your seat.

He wasn't being rough, he wasn't punishing you like he did to the naughty kids, he was treating you like he would an infant, with care, kindness, and took his time to discover you layer by layer, no matter how long it took him to do so.

Truly, a real explorer.

He didn't force anything onto you for that matter, which made you more and more self-aware.

Not that it mattered too much, he would treat you the same no matter what or who you looked like.

Because he'd like you as you are no matter what, and that alone is a fact.

He didn't care what anyone said or did to show you're bad or disgusting or weird, he thought you're beautiful and a person in your own way.

A long while passes and it feels like forever before he asks the bigger questions that you dreaded to answer.

The ones that made you wrong and different than everyone else.

“.. Are you ready to talk about it… ?”

His voice was just as low as before, barely above a whisper.

He was trying to figure it out for you, but it was hard to open up so easily to him.

He isn't human, he isn't a dead person, and he isn't a ghost.

He's just an animatronic working under a crappy, old, and greedy company that owned his very existence unlike you, a human, who had all the free will possible and could just choose to leave everyone behind.

He couldn't do that.

He was forced to be here whether he liked it or not.

A lot of emotions dropped over you more suddenly than you'd wanted them to, and as he sat and leaned against the wall with you in his lap, you looked up to finally meet his gaze properly.

He wasn't looking at you expectantly, not sadly, and not guilty or forced.

An unknown emotion you'll never understand.

He took your silence as a sign to wait, not wanting to disturb your thoughts and before he knew it, you started talking.

To him.

To Moon, the one that always scares everyone, the one that's always hated by the staff.

And he internally promised himself to be here and listen through everything.

“It's just… everything is so hard, everyone is so crappy, everything is shitty. Always to me… I can't take this anymore. I've had enough of all the crap that was said and done to me..”

Sure, he isn’t a therapist, but for you, he will pretend to be one.

He shushed you, in a manner that didn't actually force you to quiet down unless you had something to add on.

And you didn't, so he looked at you and spoke in his quiet voice.

“Well… I'm sure it's not your fault, Starbeam… You're just in the wrong place, With the wrong people… You might think about what you do but… I doubt you're weak, by all means… you're very strong in a lot of ways…”

He chimes in, awaiting your procession of his words and response ever so patiently.

“Just… Why me?... If I'm not supposed to be there… then why was I even born?...”

Another thought poured out from your head as you leaned your back against his chest, being met with the same cold feeling you expected and liked so dearly by now- a comfort to your blurred out brain.

Perhaps a soothing presence…

“...It has never been your fault. Your presence wasn't meant to be acknowledged by them… Not by the right people. Your presence now, though, has been acknowledged by many… in the right way.”

He spoke to you through it all.

“You are meant for… Much greater things.“

Were you truly…?

It was hard to believe it after everything you went through.

But you had no doubt no more around him, his very presence brought you safety that you really wished would last longer…

But as with everything else, nothing does.

“It's just… I can't shut out my thoughts… Everything is so… Loud… annoying…? But alas, I just dread to go on because I don't know what's gonna happen. But I know it'll be bad, as it always is…”

Your voice trailed off, weak and pained.

You hoped you didn't sound weak to him, you had to be strong for at least once in your life.

“I understand what you mean, Starlight… It's not always easy to fall asleep and expect a brighter day… It's not as easy as that in our complicated world…”

He reaffirms, sighing out loud.

“...It's scary to think one day there will be nothing for you to do… About everything for the matter… but that's why I will be here for you… to give you the reassurance and belief that you are right where you belong now…”

He added softly, his hands going through your hair absentmindedly.

“...But I just… Don't feel like I belong. I never did, it's all a lie! If they didn't want me, why did they keep me?! Why?!”

Your anger wasn't aimed at him, but even so, he felt helpless for a moment, and shook it off the next, knowing that you're strong and will indeed go through this and come back stronger than ever before.

“That's because they're bad people… Not deserving of you. Ones that don't understand you. Don't even try to. But I for sure know you're stronger than you let off, stronger than you believe you are. You're holding back the personality that makes you who you are and who you wanna be.”

His words felt like rocks on your back slowly shattering. Maybe he's right…?

“You can let go of the mask, Starlight. You can be yourself with us, because we want to understand and love you for who you truly are. You don't have to please everyone just because they're close to you.“

He gave out his whole word, his hands freezing on your shoulders momentarily.

“But is that really it…? That can't just… That's not as easy as it looks like…! They're the ones that helped me, that brought me into this world… I just… I…”

Every other thing you had to say was stuck in your throat, the poison in your veins clearing out and draining out your excuses to believe your own lies.

“I know that, but it doesn't mean they get to control you, no matter the case. One may save you, but may just as easily backstab you. Even if it's someone as close as that… It's the harsh truth, you don't owe your relatives anything just because they're there.”

He gave it his everything, his head leaned down on top of yours in an inhumane, uncomfortable for most (but not him) position, no weight felt whatsoever when he did so.

If he really meant everything he said so far…

Then it means you're the one that's been feeding yourself poison, firing the need to believe your own lies of the people you thought you loved.

That they loved you back…

Truth is, they never did, and it hit you harder than the poison dripping out of your veins.

You believed your own lies for so long that being hit in the face with what truly is the truth, felt like your own life as a whole was a lie.

It might as well have been at this point.

There was so much to understand for him, but he'll wait for you, for an eternity if he had to.

He will be patient with you, he will love you as much as his limited existence lets him, and above all he'll be there for you by will at both your best and your lowest.

No matter what's happening.

“It hurts that everyone I know has been a lie all along. It hurts that people I know turn their back to me and act like we are strangers. Don't even acknowledge my existence or need of help… They only turn to me when they need help, talk to me only when they're forced or only when they need their stupid FaVoRs”

Your voice held everything against the very people who once loved you and talked to you like you truly existed and mattered at least one bit.

After breaking out of the cage and experiencing your first freedom tonight, you felt like you're turning the world upside down and for once truly addressing the underlying many, many issues you had gathered over the short time span of a life you've had so far.

“Those people are just helpless, unlike you. You're the stronger one, alas they choose to speak to you… They're leeches feeding on you, you have to let go. It won't be easy, but you have to…. They're going to feed off of you unless you do something about it. And I know you can, I know you're able to stand your ground and say ‘no’ for yourself, because I myself have grown that way. To always say ‘yes’, to always be the puppet they wanted me to be... And once I said no, it felt so good. Because I finally broke free, and Sun joined me not long after, because we've had enough. And you likely have too… It's time to let go, Starlight. I'm gonna hold your hand, but you have to say what you need to yourself… Say what you have to say to free yourself from the people that depend on you too much.”

Unlike him, you didn't have the confidence he had.

Even if the simplest of words slipped your mouth, you'd just want to poison yourself more.

Because it didn't feel right. It never did.

“...I know but… I don't wanna disappoint them… They needed my help when they had issues... And still do… Is it really the right thing…?”

There go your doubts once more.

He sighed, as patient and believing in you as ever.

You didn't deserve any of the patience or kindness you're getting, though…

“You don't have to please everyone… Be yourself and throw away everyone you don't need, throw away the people that cause you pain. Don't feel selfish nor bad about it, because you have the right to do it. It's the right thing to do. You need ‘you-time’ as well, not to always be doing someone's work…”

You were either sweating or you somehow were crying again, but you couldn't care much.

You always had the ugliest sobs anyone couldn't possibly even muster.

And that's when he snapped, hugging you close against him.

“We love you as you are, Starlight. You're enough as you are. You don't have to be pleasing to the eye or to people to accomplish your goals, you can be yourself. Be selfish and take care of yourself. If not for your own being, at least for us… Please…”

He had said before you felt yourself pass out cold.

For what reason, you had no idea, but sleep felt nice as of now, so you didn't push against the feeling away this time, because you know…

You are safe.

[sweetnsour-stuff]

Don't love how this turned out but it's finished so whatever lmao

But anyways this is legit what I did playing Ruin. I saw the Kart moving and I just. Stood there. Did not occur to me to move out of the way until it was too late. I had to just sit there ashamed of myself for a few minutes lol. Cassie I'm so sorry I'm a fucking dumbass

[stupid-and-cute-are-enough]

cough. here's a little super short fic i wrote bc i make those too. be sure to check out the silly extra details i added in the tags!

@get-rammed

Monty lets out a heavy sigh, sitting on the much too small couch in his room, his handler close by his side, messing around with wires in the open compartment on his arm. Something went wrong with his claws again, and management is convinced that it’s the programming or the wiring that’s the problem, sicking his handler on the problem again and again. Monty doesn’t think it’s either of those things.

He huffs again and drops his head onto his free hand, boredom clawing at his... shell. His handler bumps with a small clank.

“Sit still, you big baby. I’ll be done in a minute.”

He rolls his eyes. “I’ve never been one to sit still, sweets.”

“Yeah, well, you’re gonna today.”

He rolls his eyes again, resisting the urge to let out another huff. He knows fusing over this is only gonna make it take longer. That and… he can see the bags under his handler’s eyes. It’s late. Far later than any other employee stays, except those working the graveyard shift. It seems like even the other animatronic handlers have gone home for the day. He can tell that they’re tired, but they never bring it up to him. They probably don’t want to worry him, all things considered, but that just makes Monty even more anxious. They look half asleep already, so Monty decides to occupy them with the most meaningless conversation he can muster.

“Hey, so, like…” Monty trails off, rolling his free hand at the wrist. “I barely saw any, uh, human staff around today, even though it was super fuckin’ busy. Why’s that?”

His handler stops, blinking for a second. “Oh, it’s, uh, Labor Day. It’s like a national holiday about unions or something, and people usually get the day off.”

Monty raises a brow. “Why didn’t you get the day off?”

They snort. “You don’t get the day off, so I don’t get the day off.”

Monty hums. “... That’s pretty shitty for us then, huh?”

They laugh, patting his arm. “Yeah. It is. Hey, I just finished up re-wiring everything. Give me a test and see if everything works right?”

Monty obliges, clenching his fists and spinning them around at the wrist. He mimics plenty of movements he makes while playing on stage, and nothing stutters, nothing stalls, or makes any weird noises. His internal diagnostics show no issues, either. All seems well, so he leans back and gives a smug, shit-eating smile. One that’s familiar.

“All’s workin’,” he replies, keeping up his smile when he sees the weight lifted off his handler by the news. They don’t like being comforted. Not directly, anyway.

“Great,” they sigh, slouching into a more relaxed position. They close up the compartment on Monty’s arm, giving it one last, solid pat.

“You good to recharge and everything?” They ask, packing up their small tool bag and tossing it in some random corner of the room. They barely put it away anymore, but management hasn’t caught on yet. Or maybe his handler just doesn’t care that they’re supposed to put it away. Either is possible. “Do you want me to lay with you?”

Monty thinks as they bustle around the room, turning down the lights and doing a cursory glance at his recharge station. He does want them to lay with him. He always does. But Monty sees the exhaustion in their shoulders and feels some kind of misplaced guilt. They’re this tired because he’s a Glamrock now, not just a side attraction. He became more of a handful. He broke more. He needed them more at all hours of the day. They’re his handler. He’s tired, and he’s not even human.

“Naw,” he says, tilting his head and smiling. “I’m good.”

“Alrighty then,” his handler puts on a brave smile, grabbing their oversized Monty jacket and slinging it over their shoulders. Before, Monty would’ve teased them about being such a simp, how they don’t need his merch because they already wear his face all day, or how they could literally just zip up their uniform, but he lets it go for tonight.

“Se you tomorrow, big guy.”

Monty doesn’t comment on how today is already tomorrow.

“Goodnight, cher.”

His handler leaves, muttering about how they’ll probably need to catch a bus because they “don’t think they can drive like this,” and Monty wants nothing more than to invite them back. To give them the whole couch and let them sleep. But for all the crazy hours Fazbear Entertainment expects of them, they’re not allowed to stay overnight. No one is allowed to stay overnight, except for the night shift workers, who all had to sign crazy amounts of paperwork, and they both know it.

So, instead, Monty watches them make their way to the entrance. He watches as they struggle with their ID until the heavy metal doors rise, and they can slip out the door. He strains his eyes to see them disappear into the dark until the metal doors obscure them from view and hopes for all it’s worth that tomorrow will be easier.

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please ignore any silly typos im p sure i got them all but its super late. i wanna post this tho so im posting it. i may or may not repost this later but like. as a better version lmao ram pls tell me if monty is OOC i was punching AIR trying to write this guy 😭 i thought i knew him well and then BAM no the fuck i dont

[galactic-drops]

THIS JUST IN! THE ROBOTS CAN NOW HUG! The little guys in your computer can get head pats now! I have updated the google docs with more information on this update and the note in the file! This will be a new file named "Shimeji Drops with Hugs" found in the same google drive as the first file! (I'll link it here too don't worry) It's separate so that you don't accidentally break any other shimeji-ees you may have. I hope you all have fun with this new feature!

[local-diavolo-anon]

My personal conclusions over the Ruin DLC in regard of my au lmao

[chipistrate]

Me thinks the fnaf movie pizzeria should be the canon fnaf 1 location, and the one we see in fnaf 1 and HW1 is just the indie devs interpretation

[soilarius]

stupid drawing

THE ARM AND THE HANDS 😭

[mantisfriendd]

I do think it's a bit funny how the FNAF community went from adamantly proclaiming "The books HAVE NOTHING to do with the game lore and we should not even consider them"

to

"The books are LITERALLY a part of the game lore and everything in them are 100% CANNON to the game lore"

it seems like people can't handle the idea that they could simply parallel each other, or at the very least, come from the mind of the same guy who is writing both, and thusly should be considered when examining the game story.

[itsamepatches]

"Foxy isn't in Security Breach" - "Foxy is actually Roxy"

Anyway, have you guys met Roxy's annoying but caring big brother/uncle Foxy?

[fear-ze-queer]

tbh i don't understand why people are so confused about glamrock bonnie being blue?? we've had a blue bonnie before (toy bonnie) so it isn't much of a surprise, and while i understand that he's purple in the art for bonnie bowl, that doesn't really mean they had to make that his official design. maybe the purple design was more recognizable and so they used it for promotional art, but decided to make the actual glam!bonnie more colorful. or maybe the purple design only started getting used after glamrock bonnie disappeared. idk i just don't really get why people are confused over it?