#Over Thin Ice

[incorrect-fnaf-quotes]

Over Thin Ice: |1|

Three years later...

Sighing, you pulled the jacket up over yourself, while a familiar, large building started to come into view. The outside of it was already quite bright--especially the sign that rested right at the top.

That wasn't really something that you had ever missed--not one bit, among other little choices here and there. I'm surprised everyone doesn't walk in there with sunglasses or something.

Pulling the car into the buildings parking lot, you scratched at your palm, face remaining neutral as everything kept getting closer and closer. Well... I don't suppose that I can hurry and turn back.

And then what would they think? You scoffed, head shaking, and reaching for the door handle. One day, I quit, and then three years later I ask to be rehired? But then I don't even show up?

The door swung open--and with how windy it happened to be in the moment, there was a part of you that almost worried about it potentially flying off the rest of the car.

Unbuckling the seatbelt, you hopped out, nearly tripping for a second in the moment, before slamming the door shut. No, I won't do that. Let's just get this over with, okay?

Making the walk to the building's main entrance, your eyes slowly drifted up to the sky--the sunlight had completely disappeared just two hours ago, and the moon was rather full.

In the process of being rehired, you had doubted that the original job would have been handed back--one that you couldn't entirely recall now, but at the very least, had been certain that it was in the morning.

They'd given you the job of being a nightguard this time, though. 10PM to 6AM... that's what they said, right? I can deal with that, I guess.

There's a ton of things to do here that can keep me awake while I work. Never really bothered to check them all out before... no harm in doing it now, right? You shrugged.

Eyes drifting back down and ahead, you refocused on the building itself, and quickly spotted a woman standing in front of the entrance, and staring right in your direction.

Is that... um... A rather large frown started to slip into place. Okay, I've got nothing. But she looks a little familiar... she must have still been working here by the time I quit.

If she's here right now, she must be another nightguard, right? How many would they want? Slowly, you tried to push the frown away. Well... it's always been massive, needing more makes sense.

Once close enough to the entrance, your name slipped out of the woman's lips, and she cleared her throat. "That's you, isn't it? You quit some time ago, yeah?"

Slowly blinking at the woman, you just nodded. Coming to a stop beside her, it seemed like the woman did have a name-tag--but her hair was rather long, and was covering it quite well, you had to say.

The only part that wasn't hidden behind blonde hair was a V--but there weren't that many names starting with that letter that you were that familiar with, frankly.

She hummed, turning away, and going through the first door. "Well, I'm not sure why you would come back here after quitting... nobody else has. But that's not my business."

As you followed the woman, your eyes went a little wide, before beginning to take little glances around.

"You'll still need to keep watch of the animatronics, they can't be out of their rooms after a certain time." They've all had... a curfew? Since when? "I haven't really caught them leaving often, at least."

The woman was still walking, seemingly unaware that you had stopped. "And I've been seeing a little boy around here recently. He keeps sneaking in. If you ever happen to-"

You cleared your throat.

Crossing her arms, the woman turned herself around, and saw you standing a bit of a distance away, eyes flickering between everything that that was currently presented around you.

"What?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Is something the matter?"

Spreading your arms opened, you just ended up gesturing to practically everything, which caused the woman to shake her head, and place a hand on her face.

"Does it look a bit different to when you were last here?" She took a guess, and you immediately nodded, arms dropping back down to your sides.

"Just come on," The woman spun back around, making a quick gesture with her own hand. "It's been a few years since you were last here, they've been doing some remodeling to practically everywhere."

Nodding again, you forced your legs to start moving forwards--fast enough to reach the woman's side. As she walked, she started to pull some of the long hair out of the way.

In the process, her nametag was fully uncovered, and you let out a satisfied hum. Okay, Vanessa... that's good to know. What was I going to do if I was about to call for her, but still didn't know?

"You won't get lost." Just be like: "Hey, you!" the entire time? I'm not sure if she'd like that. Probably not. "We'll give you a map if you want or something, and then..."

Just as the two of you turned a corner, and Vanessa pushed the door open, something burst out from behind the door, as if it had simply been waiting for this moment the entire time.

You jumped back, mouth opening--but no noises escaped, as you shoved them down rather quickly. Vanessa stayed in the same position, but for a moment, you thought she flinched.

The thing in front of the two you looked like some sort of Staff Bot, and it slowly blinked, before extending a hand, and tilting its head right at you.

"Take a map?" It spoke up. Staring at the hand that was held out, there was a crumpled-up map--it looked like someone kept tossing it away, but it kept getting retrieved.

You watched as Vanessa seemed to roll her eyes, before snatching the map, and then shoving the bot out of the way. "Alright, let's keep going."

It seemed satisfied--even if it had just been shoved--and began to wander off right as you passed it. You stared for a moment, before shaking your head, and following Vanessa again. Well...

"It would have bugged us the entire night if we didn't do anything, believe me." Vanessa took in a breath, and you just gave a thumbs up in response to that.

I don't think I ever saw that Map Staff Bot before... when did they ever add it? Is it more of a recent creation... like, in the last few weeks or so? Once more, your eyes flickered around.

If they made something new like that, did they make a new addition to the band? Maybe there's a new rabbit or something...You let out a grunt as you bumped straight into Vanessa, who had abruptly stopped.

Reaching over, you tapped at the woman's shoulder, but didn't obtain a response from her. There was something else that had seemed to catch her attention.

Although... what exactly? You weren't certain. It looked like Vanessa was just staring off towards the right--her expression suggested that she was annoyed about someone pestering her about something.

...Did I do something? Or was it that staff member from a minute ago? You tapped at her shoulder again, taking a couple of steps back at the same time.

She didn't react to that--but instead, Vanessa seemed to react to the sound of footsteps--which your head spun around to focus on after a moment, too.

Vanessa sighed, and shook her head, before staring at the figure that was approaching. It was Glamrock Freddy, who seemed to be coming out of a Recharge Station that hadn't initially been noticed.

"Officer Vanessa! Officer..." The bear quietly trailed off as he advanced, but in the moment, you could just barely hear your name spill out of the animatronics mouth.

Coming to a stop, he smiled and placed a paw on your nearest shoulder. You gave him a quick smile in return. "You have returned? It... has been some time, we-"

"Freddy." Vanessa interrupted, grabbing his arm, and tapping at it. Glamrock Freddy hummed and dropped his hand back down to the side. I didn't mind it.

"You know what?" Vanessa was already speedwalking away, raising her voice so that the both of you could still actually hear her. "Freddy, you help them the rest of the night. I need to take care of something..."

A moment later, the woman disappeared around the closest corner, and it was just you and the familiar animatronic bear. He was still giving you a rather gentle smile in the moment.

"We missed you." Glamrock Freddy finished his comment. "I am sure the others will love to see you again. Perhaps we could drop by Rockstar Row for a moment?"

A finger tapped at his chin. "I am certain that Monty may enjoy seeing you again after all this time. I know-"

Snapping your fingers to get the bears attention, your head frantically shook at the offer, and a quiet sigh followed after a moment. Glamrock Freddy only stared at first.

But after a few more moments had passed, it seemed as if something had hit him. "Oh, my mistake... I'm sorry. You would not like to visit with him right now?"

Your head shook again, and your arms crossed.

"Right." Glamrock Freddy nodded. He began to walk forwards, and you quickly followed--but the bears walk was rather slow, at least. Keeping up with him wasn't a struggle.

"If you don't want to do that, I could show you what Fazbear Entertainment has changed since you've been gone?" His head tilted. "I see you have a map, but it can still be quite difficult."

You gave the bear a thumbs up. I'm not sure when I'd ever want to meet back up with him... but I can't do it so soon after returning.

@mcfries123 @balloonboyismyson

[briarpatch-kids]

Today is going to be a busy day. We don't really celebrate a traditional Thanksgiving, but we do have a family meal with the in-laws that day, so I'm making lasagna ahead of time. I'm also making a pie so it's both lasagna day and pumpkinhammer at the SAME TIME.

Then I'll have a day to recover and then family meal!

[blairamok]

y’all seem to like my language of flowers tattooed botanist crowley so here he is being a total dirt gremlin. catch him squatting in the garden whispering terrible things to weeds

[noxcheshire]

HOT TAKE

But I like the idea of the phantom world being reincarnated into very unexpected people.

Like I still love the idea of Danny being Martha or Thomas.

Or Dani being another clone, or her being Damian, and Sam being Poison Ivy and or Martha, etc.

But I also like the unhinged nonsense of Sam being a clone in the dc world — ideally Kon, and Dani (or Dan) being Bruce, while Vlad is gasp Thomas Wayne.

HEAR ME OUT

JUST HEAR ME OUT

I just think the idea of Danny finding out that in an alternate world he married a nicer and age appropriate Vlad and had the son the guy has been demanding for so long in their world is hilarious.

The absolute mental breakdown that boy will go through: this is my son, and I love him, look at him go being a hero and kicking ass, but holy fucking Ancients above I fucked VLAD —

And on the other hand, can you imagine Bruce’s reaction? To his alternate mom being a sassy teenage boy, his alternate dad being an older guy ‘preying’ on this kid that absolutely HATES the guy, and being an absolute creep while his alt self **gestures to your choosing** is either a tiny girl menace or the biggest and meanest growling ghost that is BARELY tolerating being in the same space as the living.

But they also hate his alternate dad and would punch him into next week with Mom! Danny.

This man will being going THROUGH IT.

[al-luviec]

ninjago s11 redraw

[crimeronan]

it's always wild to me when horror media about varying new england puritan witch trials is predicated on "but what if there actually ARE witches and supernatural things?? that's the scary bit!! oooooOOOOoooo evil women, oooOOooo demons, OOOOO ghoooosts"

as if.... like.... the most compelling thing about it all ISN'T that there Were No Fucking Witches. and that puritans would kill people unprovoked for absolutely no reason except maintaining power/control.

HOW IS THAT NOT THE MOST INTERESTING HORROR TO YOU.

[sirtadcooper]

Well, most people when don't understand something, they frown. You smile.

make me choose | @ontargetmadders asked: Clara or Bill? :)

[inklore]

i’m going to hold ya’lls hand when i say this but if you don’t use the ‘read more’ option in the year twenty twenty four and your fic is in the normal font size? please stop posting. you’re literally making your own fic unreadable and clogging up the tags. like please stop!

[ohimsummer]

shoko and her cat! hybrid reader that hates men

[vaguely-concerned]

illario was so right... this one traumatized crow boy really can contain such a universe of pure and childlike wonder at the mere existence -- the concept! -- of wyverns. even through the horrors

[incorrect-fnaf-quotes]

Over Thin Ice: |Prologue|

The day before... it had frustrated him. The fury that the animatronic had felt in those moments, he couldn't quite recall when the last time was that resulted in getting him that worked up.

Most of the interaction was still something that was easily remembered--after all, it wasn't like it had happened a few years ago or something.

A few select parts, however, Monty tried to shove them down into the depths--eagerly to just forget about it all. His mind, however, seemed against doing that.

You'd both stormed off--him being just a little quicker. He'd felt his tail slowly go back and forth--and only briefly make contact with your leg--but you had moved rather quickly, it seemed like.

After that, though? That was a blur. At the very least, Monty found himself recalling going into a Recharge Station, and his room becoming rather messy in a matter of seconds...

...Not exactly in that order, though--and right now, he didn't quite feel like returning, and taking a few hours to try and clean up the abrupt destruction.

For the last hour now, Monty found himself aimlessly wandering around the Pizzaplex, occasionally reaching one hand up to fiddle with the top of his glasses.

There wasn't a show that needed to be done or anything. As far as the gator was aware, there wouldn't be one until sometime tomorrow night--or the day after, perhaps.

Where are they? Monty's shielded eyes flicked around to the right, and then to the left. When he didn't see anything--or, anyone--he went back to staring straight ahead, and scoffed.

Oh, stop the worrying before it starts gettin' any worse. The gator rolled his eyes at himself. Probably still upset with me about yesterday, and doesn't wanna take the normal path.

Giving a slight nod to himself, and a deep, rumbly hum to follow it, Monty continued the little walk, turning a corner--his tail briefly slamming into a wall.

He blinked and froze. "Chica?"

Up ahead, Glamrock Chica stood, kneeling down beside a little trash can, and peering inside. She didn't look all that happy about something.

His voice alerted her, though--as the gator watched as the chicken's head completely swiveled around, a smile being placed on it, as the rest of her body stood up. "Monty!"

Giving a wave, Monty moved a little closer, and heard himself sigh. "Chica, I've got a question for ya-"

She held her hands up and waved them. "I was just going to visit Freddy, but I got a little distracted..."

Monty shook his head. "That's not what I was wondering about..."

"Oh." Glamrock Chica let out a tiny laugh, and then cleared her throat. "What was it, then?"

Albeit a little quietly, and before the gator could stop himself, your name slipped out from his mouth. "Have ya seen 'em at all today? I think they took a different path or somethin.'"

The smile on Glamrock Chica seemed to slowly begin melting away. "Aw, Monty..."

"What?" The gator raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

She sighed. "Yesterday... it was pretty late when I heard about it, but apparently, they quit."

"W... What?"

@balloonboyismyson

[weregonnabecoolbeans]

I finished watching the newsreader and I am unfortunately here to report that I am now as dead inside as Dale

[reineydraws]

i have a soft spot for fics where billy sort of ends up adopting el and will alongside max. like, these are the kids that get dibs for rides in the camaro haha.

also im unfortunately not participating bc prev commitments but #harringrove for turkey is happening right now if yall want to donate to the earthquake relief funds for turkey & syria and get some art/fic back from harringrove fans! :) check out the tag if you're interested!!

[discjude]

guess my favourite sge chapter challenge (impossible edition). yes i think aric shouldve had long hair he was in that cave for nine whole ass years leave me alone

[impossiblyatomictiger-blog]

I thought for like two seconds: the politics of Arcane suck, don't they?

Like, it's all about the cycle of violence, which is fair when it comes to the personal relationships, but becomes fucked with Jinx and Caitlyn in particular, as it is a microcosm of the Zaun-Piltover thing.

Like, Piltover has economic power over Zaun, what with its control of international trade, explicit ownership of Zaun's resources and many of its factories, and enforces that power through the Enforcers. While I do think that while Jinx's political strategy is non-existant, this oppression and exploitation needs to end, and non-violent reform will only perpetuate the system. While a peaceable revolution would be nice, the only real independance would seperate Piltover's richest from a lot of their wealth.

A similar thing is shown in how Jinx treats Caitlyn vs. how Caitlyn responds to Jinx. Jinx is a personal scale villain, kidnapping her and killing her mom; she resembles the stereotypical anarchist terrorist, but she chooses her targets much more carefully than that (or, at least, Silco does).

Caitlyn's response: take advantage of her status to restart the explicit subjugation of Zaun with the enforcers, and to gas them. Y'know, fascist stuff. Not a long walk from reformist to fascist, since being a reformist doesn't require you to think too hard about the system and how it doesn't work, and thus your biases remain unexamined.

The cycle of violence in the context of Jinx vs Caitlyn, and Zaun vs Piltover, suggests somehow that the relationships are even, that Zaun hurts Piltover, Piltover hurts Zaun, back and forth forever. Wonder what real world conflicts resemble this narrative, that they hit first, so we have the right to self defense even though we have all the power in this situation.

I really like Jinx as a character, I just want a fic that gives her coherent and actionable politics instead of the terrorist framing.

[ganondoodle]

can people fucking stop normalizing those obviously shit ass maschine generated fake disney images