#Skyland Entertainment

[bkenber]

'21 & Over' - Crap from the Past and from the Writers of 'The Hangover'

Honestly, I did not laugh once during “21 and Over.” Maybe I chuckled a bit at one or two scenes, but that really doesn’t qualify as a laugh. This film is essentially a rip-off of “The Hangover” with elements of “Superbad” thrown in for good measure. It aspires to be a classic comedy like those films and even “Animal House” and “Adventures in Babysitting” among others, but it does not come even…

[newbtheveryawesomeandkindanewby]

Things that happened before the playbills released:

-Elmo appeared on national news for a Tweet he made.

-Gravity Falls gained a resurgence in relevance after Bill Cipher published a book.

-The general public turned against MrBeast.

-Youtooz revealed they had Skylanders figures in production, the franchise's first new material in six years.

-A Ben 10 comic was announced from Dynamite Entertainment.

-Joe Biden dropped out of the presidential race, handing the Democrat ticket to current Vice President Kamala Harris.

-The Sonic the Hedgehog twitter account posted a video of Shadow dressed as Batman, which turned out to be a teaser for a five-issue crossover series.

-The first episode of Phineas and Ferb season five was produced.

-A fully CG-animated Transformers movie was released to glowing reviews.

-YouTuber Douglas "DougDoug" Wreden raised over $600,000 in donations to the Monterey Bay Aquarium.

-LEGO sets themed after The Legend of Zelda, Animal Crossing and The Nightmare Before Christmas were released.

-FNAF fans learned the true identity of Phone Guy.

[sweetness-pop]

Hiya! 💗💋🍓🌸Sweetness*POP🌈🍭💀🌟 here!

I would love to share this idea to you PlayStation gamers!

I recently had been imagining what would it be like if in the mid or late 2020s there were to be an upcoming and unexpected Playstation crossover game starring 3 female characters:

Talwyn Apogee of Ratchet & Clank

Keira Hagai of Jak & Daxter

& Carmelita Fox of Sly Cooper

Either for the PS5 or upcoming PS6.

The 3 main voice actresses:

Ali Hillis as Talwyn Apogee

Hillis voiced Talwyn in Ratchet & Clank: Into the Nexus. Her other roles include Dr. Liara T'Soni of Mass Effect series, Audrey Gassenarl of Valkyria Chronicles II, Karin of Naruto Shippuuden, Andra Cressen of Star Wars: The Old Republic (2011), Presa of Tales of Xilla (2013), Dr. Ariel Hanson of StarCraft II: Wings of Liberty, Black Cat/Felicia Hardy of The Amazing Spider-Man Video Game (2012), and Lightning Farron of Final Fantasy series.

Erica Lindbeck as Keira Hagai

Imagine when J&D franchise makes surprising return, some of the characters will have new VAs. And Keira's 3rd VA will be Lindbeck. Her other roles include Sayaka Igarashi of Kategurui, Kaori Miyazono of Your Lie in April, Eli Ayase of Love Live! School Project, Futaba Sakura of Persona 5, Cassie Cage of Mortal Kombat 11, Daki of Demon Slayer (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Lady Nagant of My Hero Academia, Emira of The Owl House, and Loona of Helluva Boss.

& Alésia Glidewell as Carmelita Fox

Glidewell voiced Carmelita and Constable Neyla in Sly 2: Band of Thieves. Her other roles include Zoey of Left 4 Dead (2006), Sedna of Demigod (2009), Alma Wade of F.E.A.R. 2: Project & F.E.A.R. 3 (2009-2011), Chell of Portal, Krystal of Star Fox Assault, Metroid's main protagonist Samus Aran in Super Smash Bros series.

The rating of this game would be ESRB T (Teen) in North America, CERO C (Ages 15 and up) in Japan, and PEGI 12 (Suitable for ages 12 and up) or even PEGI 16 (For ages 16 and up) in Europe.

The content of the game:

Fantasy violence, Blood, Language, Suggestive themes, Mild use of drugs of alcohol, & Sexual themes. Oh yeah, there would be certain reasons why this game would be rated T/C/12(or 16) with this kind of content. Remember when Ratchet & Clank games use to be rated T and toned down to E10+? Or remember that Jak & Daxter was franchise for a teen audience? But do you remember how the Sly Cooper series was always rated E and E10+.

The game would be action/adventure filled with female empowerment.

Plus, a very interesting and sweet storyline were while being the unexpected ones to save and protect their worlds as some unknown force is what mixing their universes dangerously, the 3 heroines help each other out and blossom a close, strong, deep and loving bond together.

Do you all know what would also be cool? If Richard Steven Horvitz (roles include Daggert of The Angry Beaver, Zim of Invader Zim, Billy of The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy, Raz of Psychonauts, Kaos of Skylanders, and Moxxie of Helluva Boss) were to have a voice role the game either as a badass close ally/handler or one of the villains to the 3 heroines!

What if it will be a huge extremely, unexpected surprise that this game will turn out to sell really good around the globe?! It'll be the one crossover game that fans have never asked for! Plus, imagine in the one country, this upcoming PlayStation game will be selling even better. And that one country will be Japan! Japan would end up making lots of advertising with entertaining commercials and 3D digital billboards in Shibuya of Tokyo, and merchandise like figures and anime-style posters. Hell, there could even be a Japanese dub for the game too!

Imagine these brand new seiyuus (who are also singers) for the "PlayStation Move Heroines":

Marina Inoue as Talwyn Apogee

Inoue's roles include Armin Arlert of Attack on Titan, Yoko Littner of Gurren Lagann, Yumiko Miura of Oregairu (My Youth Romantic Comedy is Wrong as I expected), Rei Miyamoto of HighSchool of the Dead, Tohka Yatogami of Date A Live, Momo Yaoyorozu of My Hero Academia, and Mai Zenin of Jujutsu Kaisen.

Rie Takahashi as Keira Hagai

Takahashi's roles include Takagi of Karakai Jouzou no Takagi-San (Teasing Master Takagi-San), Emilia of Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu, Megumin of KonoSuba, Tomo Aizawa of Tomo-Chan is a Girl!, Anzu Hoshino of Romantic Killer, and Ai Hoshino of Oshi no Ko.

& Yoko Hikasa as Carmelita Fox

Hikasa's roles include Rias Gremory of High School DXD, Emilia Justina of The Devil is a Part-Timer!, Hwaryun of Tower of God, Utahime Iori of Jujutsu Kaisen, Kyoko Kirigiri of Danganronpa, and Yoh Asakura of Shaman King (2021)

Our heroines would even have a special color to always represent them in their together crossover game. Talwyn-yellow💛, Keira-pink🩷, and Carmelita-light blue🩵. (Hehe just like idol groups☺✨)

💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

This ideal PS game could also give the 3 supporting characters who are the love interests of Ratchet (Talwyn), Jak (Keira) and Sly (Carmelita) the spotlight and recognition that they should deserve to have.

My question for all of you is that if Sony were to make this happen someday in the future, then should this be canon to the PlayStationVerse?

So what do you Playstation fans think? And 1 more thing, imagine seeing the first official image looking like this:

The 3 Playstation Femme Fatales standing next to each other. Talwyn in the center, Keira in the right, and Carmelita in the left. And they happen to be wearing what look like hooded black suits that are similar to the skydiving stealth suits of Deku (Izuku Midoriya), Dynamight (Katsuki Bakugou) and Shoto (Shoto Todoroki) from the movie My Hero Academia: World Heroes Mission, but only combined together with what looks like the black catsuit of Nancy Makuhari aka Miss Deep of Read or Die. Talwyn: black with yellow trim and black hoodie with yellow striped black lombax ears. Keira: black with pink trim and black hoodie with top pink/bottom black crystal horns (similar to the dark horns of Dark Eco Jak), and Carmelita: black with light blue trim and black hoodie with black raccoon tails as ears with sky blue ring stripes. Talwyn Apogee, Keira Hagai and Carmelita Fox looking like beautiful, hot, dangerous, sexy and badass Playstation ladies in the image.

Here is the post to my ideal concept for them to wear for the FINAL SHOWDOWN!

And this happens to be from my YouTube comment on a video showing PlayStation Move Heroes cutscenes. (I am TETSUSakura91)

Please share feel free to share your comments and opinions on this idea for a PlayStation crossover.

Thank you.😘

🔥✨🌹🩵💛🩷💋🔫😎

[omeletcat]

Y'all i had the most surreal experience yesterday, my nephew came to visit and i played skylanders giants with him caus that game fucking slaps and he never experienced peak entertainment. he calls it magic toys, so either he is just being cute or he has never seen a video game ever. anyway thats not the point while he was playing he made like "boom Pashh TIKIKITITI BAMMMM pew pew" sounds and i was thinking mhm yes that checks out, perfectly normal thing to do when playing a good game as a child. But then his excited noises got a bit weird, he went like "boom pashh pew pew skrrtt bibidi bam bam bam yes yes skibidi badadam beep beep" i had a physical reaction to that noise appearantly he is a skibidi kid like wtf?? i always thought he was safe caus he didn't even know what skylanders was and never played any games ever. but damn, i need some time to

[unofskylanderspages]

Did you know? Due to there being different studios handling the development for consoles, the Wii and Wii U version of Skylanders: Spyro's Adventure, developed by Toys for Bob, looks vastly different compared to the PS3, Xbox 360 and PC version, which was developed by XPEC Entertainment.

[faline-cat444]

It's enough to entertain the full-blooded SkyLanders

Of course it would be Ageha

If it wasn't for this episode I really was going to take to the belief she really did clobber him with a baseball bat when no one was looking

They have a relationship like Maggie and Burns

[daringdoombringer]

First Oc redesign done!

Name: Trick Black

Element: Magic

Type: Swapper (Speed Ability)

Gender: Unknown

Species: Unknown

Catchphrase: “Now you see me, now you don’t!”

Cunning and quick on their feet, no one quite knows where Trick Black came from. They just showed up one day, putting on mesmerizing magic shows and wowing the Cloudbreak Islands with their endless surprises. It didn’t take long for Count Moneybone to catch word of the mysterious magician. Fascinated, Moneybone sent his minions to find and take Trick Black for himself, thinking they would be the perfect ally with their magical expertise. But of course, Trick Black had no interest in joining the Count and was already one step ahead; they caught the undead soldiers off guard instead! The act of gracious trickery caught the attention of Master Eon, who later approached them with the offer of becoming a Skylander. Where they could use their trickery for the greater good and not just for entertainment, and they happily agreed. Now narry an evildoer can escape the wand of this lightfooted magician!

[thedoodlersdomain]

Okay, so after losing motivation and falling out of the fandom for a bit (changes in hyperfixations + other personal stuff) I AM FINALLY BACK!! And to celebrate I am making a random headcanon(?) post.

→ So, now I present to you, fellow dndads enjoyer: Things that happened to me/that I did as a kid that I associate with Lark Oak-Garcia (+ A bit of Sparrow).

— Him and Sparrow would grab a duvet and wrap it around themselves to slide down the stairs from the top as fast as they could.

— Went through a phase of only sleeping in a sleeping bag for like a few months, which included: sleeping on the floor, under the bed, in the wardrobe, and once in the bathtub.

— Played on the trampoline but bounced so weirdly that he went straight through the protective netting surrounding it and smashed his head on the corner of a wooden bench.

— Ran a bath for himself but refused to open a window or add enough cold water that it was a relaxing temperature and so he accidentally ended up making himself overheat so much that when he got out of it he immediately passed out and threw up in the bathtub.

— Had wall crayons to keep him entertained in the bath as a kid

— Would run around the house and slide on the floors with socks as a kid. But the floor in the kitchen was wooden and there was a panel that was always too small and would shift back and forwards out of place right at the entrance so everytime he’d run into the kitchen he’d step on it and it would shoot forward and he’d just go crashing backwards to the floor and smack his head on the ground every single time.

— Ate playdoh because the salty taste was actually the best but did it so much his mum refused to by it and so he made a shitty microwave substitute.

— Snapped crayons and pencils when he got pissed off because it was the only non-violent way he could think of expressing that kinda anger as a young kid.

— Used to scribble drawings on the underside of the dinner table and eventually it was absolutely covered in squiggles.

— I know the Oak-Garcias are more of a sandle family but as a kid who grew up with crocs, Lark gives me immense croc vibes. Like he’d either wear crocs or just deadass go barefoot, no in between.

— Ran on rocky concrete with bare feet, stumbled and scraped his toe knuckles all up on it (that shit hurts so much).

— Clipped his ankles way too many times trying to do scooter tricks.

— Got really bad sleep paralysis a few times as a kid and hallucinated. It messed him up real bad and made him scared of the dark for a long time, even if he’d never admit it.

— Put a ZhuZhu pet on the top of his head, pressed the button on it’s back and just it just caught his hair all up in the wheels and had to be cut out.

— Loved: Ben 10, Power Rangers, Skylanders, Pokémon.

— Hates the taste of milk and refused to drink it.

— Ate an entire packet of orange flavoured vitamin gummies because they tasted nice. Same with fruit flavoured glucose tables.

— Made potions in the toilet and mud pies outside in the gutters with Sparrow while pretending to be wizards.

— Let kids in his primary school believe that he couldn’t feel pain and just learned to suppress and dull out any reactions to it when they would pinch him or twist his arms into weird positions to test it one time (which absolutely fucking hurt) because he was too stubborn and didn’t want to show pain so he could look cool.

— Steal things from the classrooms of teachers he hated purely out of spite because they were targeting him that lesson (has like 6 pairs of scissors, a bunch of dice, some pens, and a handful of counters.

— Loves scaring the shit out of people.

— Kept getting distracted and running away so had to be put on a leash.

— Accidentally dislocated a girls finger by passing a netball too hard and fast.

— Got a tennis ball stuck in a metal grate fence because he hit it too hard at it.

— Ate cat biscuits.

— Him and Sparrow would make parachutes out of string and bags and strap action men and dolls to them then throw them out of the window.

— The twins would also pretend to be spies and had several notebooks full of random rambling and notes about random conversations they overheard their parents talking about.

— They kept throwing reusable ice packs into the neighbours’ gardens because it was funny.

— Told a kid he knew to fuck off in year 2 (that’s like 6/7 years old for Americans)

— Kept throwing out bread to befriend pigeons and become their king.

— Physically cannot stop himself from swapping the first letters of two words. E.g saying ‘candle wax’ as “wandle cax”, or ‘leather boots’ as “beather loots”.

— Kicks in his sleep.

— Would put a bunch of pillows at the bottom of the stairs and slowly work their way up the stairs jumping onto the starting from the bottom, until they were fully launching themselves from the top of the stair case.

[wonderlightdaydreams]

Dear Fellow Magic Seeker

I always wanted to believe in magic. I believed in Santa Claus way longer than I should have (especially as a Jew), any outing to walk my dog would be considered  a magical adventure, and I would take anything as an excuse to use my imagination. I remember when I was in elementary school, role playing Skylanders on the playground, and believing deep down that they were showing me the way to Skyland. I’m 21 now, and since elementary school, I learned a lot about the world. After all, no one really believed in magic, and anyone who I thought believed alongside me just did it to entertain a child who didn't know any better. How else would you explain the support of those delusions? Now, this is not to say the magic they do believe in isn't real. Science is extraordinarily beautiful, wondrous, and fascinating,  every word you would use to describe any fantasy world. However, I always found something off about science. While yes, it is all those things I described, it is also un-fantastical in a way, for lack of a better word. This apathetic nature of science, while hard to describe, is easy to feel. It carries a sort of terran monotony that this whole plane of existence is suffering under. Perhaps its simply the aesthetic of science, or the need to ensure everything is proven, but science (as it is very happy to admit, from my lack of knowledge), does have its fair share of gaps. Gaps that are filled by children with overactive imaginations…out of all people. I am no child psychologist (I would love some input for those who know better about this field than I do), however when kids play dinosaurs, there is a level of..well play. They know it is a game, and they know that they are six year olds  stomping around and roaring at each other. But there is also an unspoken contract, a rule to suspend their disbelief and believe wholeheartedly that they are dinosaurs. For those 15 minutes of recess, they were not human. In those 15 minutes, magic was real. 

TTRPGs are a space that I do not know much about. I know that people sit around a table, telling a story with their friends, and that story often involves a lot of dice rolling, playing cards, writing, and everything in between. And many parts of this space do intrigue me. Specifically the RP (role play)  part. At first glance, those who partake in this hobby are those kids on the playground playing dinosaurs, each consenting to play in this world of fantasy. And although I do hold a place of reverence for TTRPGS, like science, something is missing. Although they do play in this fantasy world, they don't see themselves as full acting participants. Like watching a movie in a theater, they enter the game, play for 3 hours, and then return to their normal lives. In a relatively short timespan, they go from being the main character, to being NPCs. Furthermore, of course this is just pretend, they don't really believe they are orcs, elves, and dragons, that would be unscientific! These games are just vehicles to hang out with your friends with, after all. This is not an attack on TTRPG players, not at all! In fact, they are getting somewhere in the quest to replicate the magic that I am seeking, but once again, something is missing.  

 I first heard about the otherkin community at the age of around 16. I remember watching a “This Exists' ' video (a now-defunct series about the weird and wonderful sides of the internet) on it, and while I don't remember specifically how I felt, I did feel a sense of yearning. A sense that these individuals hold the answers to what I am seeking, what I truly am. After doing some digging, I found the therian subreddit. After seeing people do tarot readings for what theriotype they were, I decided to throw my hat into the ring. I asked if I was a dolphin or a red panda, two of my favorite animals. The result itself was irrelevant, as I was inadvertently excluded from many therian spaces. I do not wish to play the blame game, or point fingers at any one person or group of individuals, after all this exclusion could be a simple misunderstanding of the customs. However, from my understanding, you can't choose to be therian. I fully expected Sir Ian McKellen himself to enter my room, scream at me “YOU ARE INDEED A DRAGON YOUNG MAN” and leave in a puff of smoke. While I did hear stories of divine intervention, I also heard tales of everything from dehumanization to LSD trips. I also do not personally vibe with the whole “creature of the forest, living away from technology” thing they had going on, an aesthetic I do indeed respect, while not being my own. In short, they had a wonderful community, that was just not my community.  They had a wonderful community, but something was missing. 

I am an A-list actor, producer, writer and director. I starred in multiple movies that were hits in the box office, a 12 season action-adventure-comedy tv show, and I live in a mansion with an arcade, waterslides, a mario-esque pipe for transport, and doors that could take you anywhere in the multiverse. Sooner or later, I became a protogen (what, you didn't see the furry thing coming from a mile away?), and after that, I became a guardian of imagination, a red panda dragon fursona thing. I could hear the keyboards of 1000 neurotypicals typing now, saying truly insightful comments such as: “this is what people died in wars for” “Jesus will save you” (again, im Jewish) and my personal favorite, the snowflake emoji. However, I could practically see 1000 kids just like me, their faces beaming with excitement and joy, with a million questions, chief among which being “can I do that too?”. After recess ended, I kept my non-normal non-human beliefs. Same with after I graduated, after high school, and even after University. While its easy to say that this is a game for me (to some level, it truly is), it is also something much more. Like those kids on the playground, these beliefs turn mundane existence into a game. A once boring test now becomes a perilous boss fight, family drama becomes unimportant exposition, and my purpose is beyond the capitalist cycle of education, work, retire, die. To those who argue otherwise, a proposition; at what age do you stop believing, what time period do you stop pretending, what phase of life makes you done with believing in your imagination?  Simply put, for those questioning if they are beyond human, if they are something greater, if their identity is that of imagination and art,  the answer is a simple “do you want to be?”.

[chickenpeep77]

A weird rivalry

Reoccuring things in dreams are interesting. One in particular is no exception. Occasionally, Bill Cipher appears in my dreams, and tends to fight with Marx. Marx often wins because plot armor I guess. Their first encounter went something like this: **Bill gains a physical form**. Marx: Hey that means you're edible now.

One time Marx lost because of an addition of a new Marx variant that fought him. We call him Red or Mal. He's a loose cannon among loose cannons.

Once Bill and Marx had to work together to prevent themselves from becoming frozen toys like skylander things. Bill betrayed him afterwards of course.

Often his appearance happens right after a distinct triangle is seen. Sometimes its just a big triangular portal in the sky. Often react to it by being like "Ugh its him. He's here." Once we saw it and Marx yelled up at it "How many times do we have to teach you this lesson old man?"

Once saw a version of Bill that looked like this:

Hehe bird. He spoke in a weird garbled voice and its been a while so I don't quite remember, but I think his eye looked straight at you no matter what angle you looked at him.

Bill went to the planet with what I used for later inspiration for a creature. The inhabitants lived under high pressure, and he thought it was entertaining to rapidly depressurize each one, resulting in quite a mess.

One time included The Collector. They made this huge game board thing and made my Kirby characters play on it. It was rough. I had the idea to bring on Toughness Waddle Dee because he's invincible, but he fell off the board. Kirby was reaching for a collectible resembling the star gems from Forgotten Lands, and Marx zoomed towards him at high speed and I think Kirby had this what the heck face.

One time Marx convinced him to save a bunch of people (woah collapsing reality or something), but in exchange Marx was put in a big dodecahedron and publicly shamed, having his true nature and secrets revealed, and having illusions of thalassophobia megalophobia monsters rush at him.

[miaposa]

alterhuman thoughts!

I always wanted to believe in magic. I believed in Santa Claus way longer than I should have (especially as a Jew), any outing to walk my dog would be considered  a magical adventure, and I would take anything as an excuse to use my imagination. I remember when I was in elementary school, playing Skylanders with some kids, and believing deep down that they were showing me the way to Skyland. I’m 21 now, and since elementary school, I learned a lot about the world. After all, no one really believed in magic, and anyone who I thought believed alongside me just did it to entertain a child who didn't know any better. How else would you explain the support of those delusions? No, this is not to say the magic they do believe in isn't real. Science is extraordinarily beautiful, wondrous, and fascinating,  every word you would use to describe any fantasy world. However, I always found something off about science. While yes, it is all those things I described, it is also un-fantastical in a way, for lack of a better word. This nature of science, while hard to describe, is easy to feel. It carries a sort of terran monotony that this whole plane of existence is suffering under. Perhaps its simply the aesthetic of science, or the need to ensure everything is proven, but science (as it is very happy to admit, from my lack of knowledge), does have its fair share of gaps. Gaps that are filled by children with overactive imaginations…out of all people. I am no child psychologist (I would love some input for those who know better about this field than I do), however when kids play dinosaurs, there is a level of..well play. They know it is a game, and they know that they are six year olds  stomping around and roaring at each other. But there is also an unspoken contract, a rule to suspend their disbelief and believe wholeheartedly that they are dinosaurs. For those 15 minutes of recess, they were not human. In those 15 minutes, magic was real. 

TTRPGs are a space that I do not know much about. I know that people sit around a table, telling a story with their friends, and that story often involves a lot of dice rolling, playing cards, writing, and everything in between. And many parts of this space do intrigue me. Specifically the RP (role play)  part. At first glance, those who partake in this hobby are those kids on the playground playing dinosaurs, each consenting to play in this world of fantasy. And although I do hold a place of reverence for TTRPGS, like science, something is missing. Although they do play in this fantasy world, they don't see themselves as full acting participants. Like watching a movie in a theater, they enter the game, play for 3 hours, and then return to their normal lives. In a relatively short timespan, they go from being the main character, to being NPCs. Furthermore, of course this is just pretend, they don't really believe they are orcs, elves, and dragons, that would be unscientific! These games are just vehicles to hang out with your friends with, after all. This is not an attack on TTRPG players, not at all! In fact, they are getting somewhere in the quest to replicate the magic that I am seeking, but once again, something is missing.  

 I first heard about the otherkin community at the age of around 16. I remember watching a “This Exists' ' video (a now-defunct series about the weird and wonderful sides of the internet) on it, and while I don't remember specifically how I felt, I did feel a sense of yearning. A sense that these individuals hold the answers to what I am seeking, what I truly am. After doing some digging, I found the therian subreddit. After seeing people do tarot readings for what theriotype they were, I decided to throw my hat into the ring. I asked if I was a dolphin or a red panda, two of my favorite animals. The result itself was irrelevant, as I was inadvertently excluded from many therian spaces. I do not wish to play the blame game, or point fingers at any one person or group of individuals, after all this exclusion could be a simple misunderstanding of the customs. However, from my understanding, you can't choose to be therian. I fully expected Sir Ian McKellen himself to enter my room, scream at me “YOU ARE INDEED A DRAGON YOUNG MAN” and leave in a puff of smoke. While I did hear stories of divine intervention, I also heard tales of everything from dehumanization to LSD trips. I also do not personally vibe with the whole “creature of the forest, living away from technology” thing they had going on, an aesthetic I do indeed respect, while not being my own. In short, they had a wonderful community, that was just not my community.  They had a wonderful community, but something was missing. 

I am an A-list actor, producer, writer and director. I starred in multiple movies that were hits in the box office, a 12 season action-adventure-comedy tv show, and I live in a mansion with an arcade, waterslides, a mario-esque pipe for transport, and doors that could take you anywhere in the multiverse. Sooner or later, I became a protogen (what, you didn't see the furry thing coming from a mile away?), and after that, I became a guardian of imagination, a red panda dragon fursona thing. I could hear the keyboards of 1000 neurotypicals typing now, saying truly insightful comments such as: “this is what people died in wars for” “Jesus will save you” (again, im Jewish) and my personal favorite, the snowflake emoji. However, I could practically see 1000 kids just like me, their faces beaming with excitement and joy, with a million questions, chief among which being “can I do that too?”. After recess ended, I kept my non-normal non-human beliefs. Same with after I graduated, after high school, and even after University. While its easy to say that this is a game for me (to some level, it truly is), it is also something much more. Like those kids on the playground, these beliefs turn mundane existence into a game. A once boring test now becomes a perilous boss fight, family drama becomes unimportant exposition, and my purpose is beyond the capitalist cycle of education, work, retire, die. To those who argue otherwise, a proposition; at what age do you stop believing, what time period do you stop pretending, what phase of life makes you done with believing in your imagination?  Simply put, for those questioning if they are beyond human, if they are something greater, if their identity is that of imagination and art,  the answer is a simple “do you want to be?”.

[fnaf-stories-and-posts]

Five Nights at Freddy: A Decade of Terror (10 year anniversary story) [Part One]

Sequel fic to Christmas With A Freddy by ShadowBelle23 (Me) on AO3.

Had to fix the story since Evan is now being called Dave. I know that some people think that Cassidy is the crying child and Afton’s son while Dave is the fifth victim of Afton. No, it’s vice versa because of Princess Quest.

Also I had to run through this story through Grammarly for fixes as well in many sentences I wrote.

Word Count: 6,424

Character Count: 36,275

Reading Time: 23 minutes 22 seconds

Speaking Time: 35 minutes 41 seconds

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*Early January 2024.*

They found out what happened to Sarah. And it was disturbing. Eleanor used remnant to do surgery on Sarah while she was sleeping to perfect her body to her wishes, and as long as she wore the necklace, Sarah’s new look would stay. Sadly they found Sarah’s “new” form now as a pile of trash heap in a garage. Including plastic bags of her rotting organs. There was police tape at the house too, her mom must have found out what happened and believes that she is dead.

So, one night, Isabel took Sarah’s lingering soul from the trash heap body and took it to the pizzaplex. Using Onesie’s body as a model and the remnant necklace Isabel found in the garage, Charlie and Goldie got to work making Sarah a newer body. And with some Life, Tech, and Undead magic from Skylands, it was ready.

Sarah was functional again as a person and thanked Isabel for imprisoning Eleanor so she couldn’t harm anyone anymore. She may not be a real human, but at least she has her life back.

“Your sensory test shows that you’re capable of passing as a human,” Isabel tells her. “Deep down, I know that you know that you’re not,” This time with more sympathy. “But at least you have your life again.”

“It’s better than being stuck as a trash heap or dead,” Sarah admits sadly. “I just don’t know how to face my mother. She must be devastated thinking I was murdered or something.”

“I know it’s scary, but we’ll tell your mother everything,” Isabel comforts her.

It was a strange truth to tell a mother about what happened to their daughter. Her mom and her brother, thankfully, were still living in the same city in the house at the scene of the crime. Sarah’s mom couldn’t believe it at first, but she was happy to have her daughter back even though she may be different now. Her brother was even happy that she was back.

Then Isabel met Detective Everett Larson. He has been working on the Stitchwraith police case for some time now and knows about Eleanor.

“Have you met the Stitchwraith yet?” Larson asks Isabel curiously as he was in the house when she returned Sarah home. They were sitting in the kitchen of Sarah’s home, letting the family reunite in peace.

“No, sadly I have not,” Isabel confessed honestly. “But I am on a mission to collect every animatronic that was ever created for the Fazbear entertainment. And to lock them away so that they can’t harm or kill another living creature ever again. William Afton has done enough damage to humanity, it’s time that his legacy lies in the grave for good.”

“You know about William Afton?” The detective asks her in surprise.

“I know him, and I’ve met him,” Isabel continues. “Afton is not completely deceased like some may believe.”

“I know that,” Larson confessed as he understood. “Months ago, I had fought him as this thing called “The Agony”. Alongside the Stitchwraith and a tall puppet animatronic thing. The Agony is destroyed and I thought he was through, I guess I was wrong.” He says sadly.

“Seems like we’re gonna have to find this Stitchwraith for answers,” Isabel admits, comforting the detective. “But I can assure you, just like Eleanor, Afton in his true body is locked up as well. But as for the puppet, it is possessed by Charlotte “Charlie” Emily. Henry Emily’s daughter. A victim to Afton. She’s been my guide in helping me with finding the others.”

“I’m familiar as to who she is, I saw it in the news of her death when I was a child,” the detective says. “And what about the other victims?”

“They also possess animatronics,” Isabel continues. “They live underground in the pizzaplex with other unpossessed animatronics too. They’re all quite friendly and with the same goal in mind: keeping Afton contained.”

“It seems like this investigation I have gotten myself into has a story that’s deeper rooted than I originally thought,” the detective says in exasperation which Isabel chuckles.

“It’s a lot deeper than you think,” she laughs in amusement. “You’re just barely scratching the surface.”

“How long does this story go back to?” He asks curiously.

“Way back in the 80’s,” she then says nervously which got him to groan even more. “It’s okay, I can give you a crash course in the history later.”

Larson sighs. “I still can’t believe this is real. Real ghosts possessing animatronics. And to think, I was once a non-believer,” he confesses.

“I understand what you must be going through. Humanity has its ways when it comes to belief. The belief of something that some may or may not be deemed real because we don’t see it, or experience it, for ourselves,” Isabel tells him. “But I believe spirits can be real, I’ve watched Casper enough as a child, and I believe that ghosts can live amongst humans. Either because they don’t want to part from their loved ones or they’re trying to find their way to the afterlife. Seeking to find their “unfinished business” that sets them free.”

Honestly, Larson had never thought about it that way before. “And because you still believe because your powers are attuned with the Undead, correct?” He asks to which Isabel nods.

“More than just ghosts; vampires, witches, warlocks, werewolves, etc. Even wraiths,” Isabel lists. “But yeah, I have connections to ghosts, just call me Norman Babcock.” She says jokingly and receives a confused look from the detective, making her expression flatten. “Oy vey, ParaNorman! A Laika film from 2012?!” He shakes her head which resulted her to sigh. “Your sense of humor is equal to a mosaic.”

“Art?” He asks, still confused. “Decorative? Colorful?”

“Lifeless,” she corrects him which resulted in her having an exasperated sigh from him now laughing at that joke instead.

A week later, Eleanor finally coughed up another confession, Sarah isn’t her only victim as there were now many. Revealing that she had kept her victims’ souls in a ball pit. Thankfully Larson knew where it was after Isabel dialed up the detective; Jeff’s Pizza.

“Yeah, after the battle I had with Afton. I had severe injuries. The Stitchwraith healed them by burning the infected skin, but it left a side effect; visions. I looked high and low for that ball pit,” Larson says over the phone. Currently, Isabel was in the Pizzaplex’s hidden underground tunnels during the closing hours of the evening, having the detective on speaker to let Charlie hear.

“Side note: I found blood samples and the DNA I had collected was from the same person for thirty years. I don’t know who though but the timeline of the blood corresponds with the dates that teenagers went missing. I gave the research to a co-worker to continue investigating.” In the last sentence, he made it sound like bad news.

“So we can’t come to collect the balls?” Isabel asks curiously.

“Unless you’re okay with me telling my co-worker about this. It’s illegal to steal or tamper police evidence from a case,” Larson continued. Isabel looks at Charlie who nods in response

“Yes, you can tell them,” she tells the cop assuringly. “It would be nice to have an alibi on this to confirm this for your chief so the police force doesn’t think you’re going nuts. The last thing you want is yourself in a Psychiatric Hospital.”

“That is true, what time do you want to meet up?” Larson asks curiously.

“Give me an hour, I’ll meet you at Jeff’s,” she says. “I’m bringing alibis of my own.”

“10-4, thank you for the confirmation, I’ll meet you there,” he says and hangs up.

Isabel and Charlie look at each other. “I’m assuming you want me to come with you?” The puppet asks Isabel.

“Yes, you, Lefty, and Goldie. We’re gonna need a lot of help getting the balls out of the pit and I don’t think the detectives want to be there all night,” Isabel tells the puppet. “And depending on how deep it is, I don’t want to either.”

“Then I will go let them know and I’ll put Funtime Foxy on guard duty over Afton and Eleanor,” Charlie addressed. “But you do know that with our power combined, the job would be done in less than five minutes?”

Isabel gently facepalms herself from Charlie’s fact, sometimes she forgets she’s no ordinary human herself. Her reaction got a chuckle out of the puppet. “Just go tell the others,” Isabel politely dismisses her. “I’ll be in the main lobby area by the exit door.” Then leaves to go to said area. Charlie knows Isabel isn’t upset, she knows that sometimes the line separating between her double life of ordinary and Portal Master tends to blur in her mind. Becoming used to one side for some time that the other can become temporarily forgettable.

The puppet then hovers a few inches off the ground and goes to find her friends.

Later, Isabel is walking through alleyways and behind buildings with the animatronics close behind her. She is completely dressed in black clothes to camouflage herself in the darkness with a hoodie on top of her head. Charlie insists they remain in the shadows as they walk together, remaining incognito as they travel to Jeff’s.

Isabel was glad she made them come with her, she didn’t fear the dark or the night. She feared the unpredictability of whoever was out, strange people could walk through the streets at this time and could harm her. Wearing black was the only way to conceal her identity as a person and a woman to protect herself.

Eventually, they made it to Jeff’s and saw a cop car parked in the empty parking lot. Headlights off as the streetlights illuminated above the vehicle. Then the two front doors opened, and Larson got out with another man. He has dark skin and black hair down to a buzz cut. Both were dressed in uniform, but the second cop brought a donut.

“Hello, Larson,” Isabel greeted the man as she took down her hoodie. “I have brought my friends to help.” Larson was comfortable with the ordeal but his friend seemed wary.

“Is that one… hovering?” The other cop asks, pointing the donut at Charlie. Sounding skeptical towards the puppet animatronic.

“I-I’m assuming, you t-t-told him everything,” Cassidy asks Larson through Golden Freddy.

“I didn’t have much of a choice,” Larson says as they watch Charlie assure the other cop that her hovering is indeed caused by her possessing the animatronic which only freaked him out more. “Everyone, this is my friend and former college roommate: Samuel Bennet.”

The man nods as he starts eating the donut like it’s the last one in existence. “Sup,” the man says, sounding a bit shaken. “Lady and ghouls.” Then he reproaches his friend. “You are so lucky that the chief believed your lie about what happened to you after battling Afton.”

“I had to, Bennet, I didn’t have a choice!” Larson defended himself. “Yes I got hurt but I am grateful that the Stitchwraith was there, including Charlie, or else I could have died. If I told the chief the truth of what happened, he could have pulled me out for endangering myself and ended my investigation before I could finish it. So I had to lie and act ignorant to keep my case, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have discovered them.” Directing towards Isabel and the animatronics.

“I am grateful that you didn’t die too,” Bennet admits, sounding calmer now, and turns to Isabel. “Nice to meet you guys.”

“Nice to meet you too, I’m Isabel,” the female human introduces herself, then the others. “Charlie is the puppet you were talking to. Lefty is the purple bear and the other bear is Golden Freddy, they are possessed by two spirits; Cassidy and Dave.”

Bennett nods in understanding. “I don’t know how you two can be so calm about this,” directed to the other two humans. “Because this is freaky, possessed animatronics by ghost children.”

Isabel modestly shrugs. “I’ve been dealing with this sort of thing since I was twelve, and your friend here had seen a lot during his investigation that there’s a lot to believe to the point there is no way it can’t be true,” which Larson nods in agreement. “Alright, enough chatter. Lowrey and Burnett, take us inside please.”

The cops silently agreed and led them in. As Isabel, Bennet, Goldie, and Lefty went on ahead. Larson and Charlie stayed behind.

“I want to thank you for saving me,” Larson says gratefully to Charlie. “When I saw you drown in the lake, I thought you were a goner and I felt guilty for not thanking you prior. You took a heavy risk by destroying the Agony from within.”

“I couldn’t see another innocent die to Afton,” Charlie admitted. “He has taken too many lives by his own hands and by his creations. I didn’t want you to be another number added to his count.” Then she shuffled a bit. “But I do appreciate the sentiment, Detective Larson. Besides, it takes a lot more than that to take me down, especially by Afton.”

They looked at the entryway of the pizzeria to see Lefty keeping the door open, waiting for them. “We should go,” Charlie says and hovers towards her animatronic friend, the detective following behind her.

Inside, the hard tiles were dusted in dirt. The furniture was neatly together but lightly coated in dust. And the aroma of the room smelled like stale pizza crust, dirt, and aged marinara.

Both Larson and Bennett led them to the ball pit room, but when they opened the door, the smell of something dead wafted out of the room. Immediately the detectives went In with their flashlights on while Isabel held the door open with his foot.

“Jeff is dead,” Larson announced. “Body massacred with sharp teeth bites and long cuts. Heavy bleeding.”

“Two rows of teeth?” Charlie then asks as the animatronics stand with Isabel.

“Yeah,” Larson confirms.

“T-t-then most likely an a-a-animatronic did this,” Cassidy confirms.

“I’ll go look, I don’t want Dave to see this,” Charlie insisted and entered the room. Then Bennett decides to leave it, still holding his donut while trying to not look sick.

“I’m gonna go find a tablecloth or something to cover up the body,” he informed the group.

“Take Goldie with you,” Isabel tells him. “It might not be safe here.” Bennett looks at Goldie unsurely, wanting to be sure if it’s okay.

“I’ll p-protect you,” Cassidy assured the man and followed him.

Lefty gently holds Isabel close for protection. Inside the ball pit room, it was equally as dusty and disgusting as the rest of the entire building. But in a corner of the room, Jeff lies dead in a pool of his blood. With his neck chomped into. And deep cuts that look like it’s from a knife.

Charlie is pained to see Jeff dead, and out of frustration, she punches a wall. Making Bennett flinch alongside Lefty and Isabel.

“Charlie, I know how you feel,” Bennett says. “I know it must be hard on yourself, to want to save everyone from Afton’s creations. But you shouldn’t pressure yourself so much to save everyone, you can’t control what happens to people that you’re unaware of the dangers upon them. You just have to accept what happens and save those that are still living.”

Charlie looks over and sees Lefty holding Isabel close. Charlie swore she could hear her crying as Lefty comforts her.

“I know,” Charlie says with awareness. “I just wish it didn’t end this way. To be this way. Afton’s creations could endanger humanity before we know it.”

“Charlie, Earth has eight billion people. There’s no way a small group of killer animatronics are capable of such a thing,” Larson insists while assuring her.

“Outnumbered, yes, but they are also strong, fast, and smart,” Charlie countered. “Each death of a human soul is like a dose of steroids to a human’s body. A rush of energy to keep them going, and in return, increase knowledge of how to kill humanity faster. They thrive off of Remnant and agony, they won’t stop until they have been captured. And I have to make sure humanity doesn’t fall into extinction.”

“Will they soon gain enough intelligence to make more of themselves?” Larson asks her.

“Too slow,” Charlie continues. “They could duplicate themselves but it’s a slow process. Requiring resources and materials to make more of themselves. They choose to hunt instead because if they go too long without killing someone, they start to slow down and become weak. Slowly depleting their remnant source.”

Then Goldie comes back with Bennett, holding some white tablecloths. “We got something to cover the body,” Bennett says. Charlie and Larson take the tablecloths and cover Jeff. Now Isabel can come in without grossing out.

Lefty enters the room alongside Isabel. She summons tall pop-up empty laundry baskets and before they started emptying the ball pit, they heard shuffling from within it.

“Draw your tasers,” Charlie informed the detectives and they listened. More balls shuffled, and then silence came over the room before an animatronic popped out; a yellow rabbit with blue optics and sharp rows of teeth. Looking identical to the Spring Bonnie suit.

“It’s Pittrap!” Lefty exclaimed in horror. The cops fired their tasers but it didn’t do anything against Pittrap.

“That thing has a name?!” Bennet exclaims in fear. Pittrap nearly grabbed Larson if it wasn’t for Goldie stopping it by grabbing the creature telepathically and throwing it into the net.

“Y-y-yes it d-does,” Goldie says.

“They are all named and this one is an Afton creation,” Charlie continues the story as Pittrap accidentally tangles itself into the net, screeching and flailing as it tries to free itself, Charlie watching it like a hawk. “I think it is, or it’s something else. Either way, it’s an agony recreation of Afton’s crime; murdering the five children that possess the animatronics.”

The thing finally tore itself free from the net, but before anyone acted, a swift figure sprinted past them and lunged at Pittrap. The tazer strings snap off the guns the figure “drowning” Pittrap under the balls as it sinks with it.

“Is that Stitchwraith?!” Bennett asks Larson.

“Probably, there’s no one else that I can think of that would show up at a time like this,” Larson admits, everyone was watching the ball pit for a sign of either one coming back up.

“I-I’ll get them,” Goldie says before diving in.

“Cassidy no!” Charlie exclaims but it is too late, so she turns to Isabel. “If Pittrap comes up, use Spider Rope against it.” Then Charlie changes into her Nightmare form just in case. “That thing is coming with us, like it or not.”

Then the balls shuffled again. Out came Goldie with Stitchwraith over their shoulders as they had a firm grip on Pittrap. Immediately Isabel cast Spider Rope to restrain and constrict around the rabbit. Goldie pulls it out and lays it on the ground before gently setting Stitchwraith on the ground too.

“Are you okay?” Larson asks the Stitchwraith in concern as he kneels before it.

“Yeah, thanks detective,” the Stitchwraith says assuringly to Larson, and the detective helps it up on its feet. Then it turns to Goldie. “Thanks for coming in to help.” Which Goldie nods in assurance. “But who are the rest of you guys? I only know Larson and the puppet.”

“I’m Detective Samuel Bennett, Larson’s ride or die,” the man says with confidence.

“I’m Isabel, a close friend to the puppet, also known as Charlie,” she says calmly.

“I’m Lefty, Charlie’s animatronic friend,” the bear also says calmly.

“A-a-and I’m Goldie. But you can c-call us that, or Cassidy and Dave,” the dirty gold bear says.

“I’m known as Stitchwraith, but my real name is Jake. And I also speak for Andrew,” the Stitchwraith introduced itself. “He says hi.”

“Are you a victim of Afton?” Charlie asks Jake curiously as she gets closer to him. Jake shook his head.

“No, but Andrew is,” Jake informs Charlie. “I died in a hospital. Brain tumor.” The last bit he says sadly and Charlie hugs him, to which they hug back. “Thank you,” he says and they part from the hug. “So, what is everyone here for?”

“We’re taking the balls out of the ball pit, but we also got to let our Chief know what’s going on,” Larson tells him. “Jeff was killed by Pittrap most likely and there are traces of the same blood of someone bleeding out into the ball pit for years.”

“Do you know who?” Jake asks him.

“No clue, it could have been Afton or someone else. We don’t know,” Larson confessed. “But this place is a crime scene. And I know that everyone here is innocent. So if everyone can be honest here, things can go smoothly.”

They all agreed. As Larson and Bennett contacted their chief to inform them of what happened at Jeff’s, Isabel and the animatronics emptied the ball pit. By the time the police and the chief arrived, Larson explained everything.

“So the owner was killed by an animatronic that wasn’t the Stitchwraith?” Chief Monahan asks Larson for clarification. He, Bennett, Isabel, the animatronics, and Stitchwraith were outside with Pittrap still restrained. Jeff’s corpse was then carried away on a stretcher. “It was this thing?” referring to the rabbit.

The evidence was clear on Jeff’s body that it was Pittrap. What else could have mauled the body that badly?

“Yes sir,” Larson nods to confirm that statement.

“And what about the blood samples in the ball pit?” Monahan then asks.

“It was Eleanor’s,” Charlie, now back to her normal puppet form, chimed into the conversation. “I don’t know why she let herself bleed onto the plastic balls after killing each victim. But at least the case has been solved now.”

“Eleanor who?!” The chief asks Charlie a little rudely.

“Just Eleanor,” she continues. “She’s an evil animatronic made by William Afton using remnant and agony. And she has killed so many to gain power by making remnant.”

“Animatronics can bleed?” Monahan then asks in disbelief, to which Charlie nods. “Yes, in a way,” she confesses. “But don’t worry, Eleanor is locked up and so is her maker.”

“Where are they kept? Also, I thought William was dead,” the chief continues.

“He is, somewhat. His soul is trapped in a human/animatronic amalgamation that wants to feed off of agony and create Remnant to survive,” Charlie continues before fumbling with her puppet hands. “As for where they are kept, currently their bodies are locked away in the basement of the Pizzaplex. Where we plan on keeping all of Afton’s monstrosities.”

“The Pizzaplex that was built on top of the old location?” Monahan asks in disbelief which Charlie nods. “What exactly do you plan on doing with Afton and the other creations once they’re locked up?”

“We’re keeping Afton alive because he doesn’t deserve death after what he did to me and countless other children he has victimized,” Charlie reassures the policeman. “And once we have all of his creations if they’re no longer needed for information, we take their bodies apart piece by piece and destroy them. For now, we have only Afton and Eleanor. Now Pittrap included.”

The chief nods in understanding and places his hands on his hips. “Well, jail is for humans, not animatronics, so I can’t exactly cuff this Pittrap nor do I want him in jail so he can kill people if he wishes. And I don’t think the government would even believe our story or even let animatronics into jail,” he says, looking at Pittrap on the ground. “Alright, I’ll let you take this thing and the balls. But at least now I know where to find you in case a crime report with an animatronic has been spotted.”

“Yes sir,” Charlie confirms. “We’ll make sure to help and keep the creations locked away. I don’t want anyone else to suffer too.”

“And what’s your name?” The chief then asks.

“I’m Charlotte. Charlotte “Charlie” Emily. The daughter of Henry Emily,” she says, leaving the policeman speechless.

Since that night, Monahan had become a believer in ghosts. He even inspected the underground of the Pizzaplex, sure enough, he saw more animatronics from Freddy’s past living down there. But since the animatronics were turning the basement into a prison, the manager of the establishment also had to know now since this was a big ordeal that couldn’t be hidden so easily.

Although it did shake him a bit, the manager was okay as well as long as none of the evil animatronics escaped. Pittrap was now imprisoned with the others in a broken Glamrock charging chamber just like Afton and Eleanor. Stitchwraith then decided to stay with the animatronics in the Pizzaplex as they had nowhere else to go but the streets.

The others were indeed welcoming towards Jake and Andrew into their “home”.

But time soon ticked and it wasn’t January anymore. March was here and there was no sign of another animatronic showing up, but hey, they at least have their own phone line that the police can contact them with.

“Relax Charlie, I’m sure an animatronic might slip up one day,” Isabel reassured the puppet. “But for now, just take it easy. You’ve been dealing with Afton’s messes for quite some time.”

They were in the basement of the Pizzaplex, at night, of course, and Isabel was gently petting The Blob’s, which they have now called Tangle, head. It makes a mechanical “purring” sound as she does.

“I know it’s frustrating for you because you don’t want people to die, but believe me, I know being a hero isn’t easy and you can’t save those that you don’t know are in danger. The only thing we can do is wait for our time to strike and keep the situation from getting worse,” Isabel continues.

“Isabel is right, you know,” Lefty agrees as he sees Charlie “looking sad” as the puppet is cross-armed and looking at the ground.

“It’s not that, I just miss my dad,” Charlie confesses as she looks up at the animatronic bear. “I wish he was here to help us.” They all look at her sympathetically, and Lefty opens his arms to let Charlie hug him which she does. Letting them wrap their arms around each other, then they heard The Grandfather Clock music box playing from him.

Just then, Isabel felt her phone buzz and saw she was getting a call from the daycare as Sun was calling her. “Hey Izzy, thanks for letting one of your animatronic friends hang out with me in the Daycare and help clean up. It’s been easy closing here for the past few weeks,” he tells her gratefully.

Isabel was puzzled. The animatronics have been staying in the basement most of the time and rarely do they go to the daycare.

“Um, exactly who is it that has been helping you?” Isabel then asks in concern.

“A yellow rabbit,” Sun says casually like the rabbit is a friend, which makes Isabel panic a bit and she quickly walks into the room where Spring Bonnie is held… and he is gone as his capsule is open wide. Thankfully Afton and Eleanor are still in theirs which Isabel sighs in relief as she hears Sun rambling through the phone. “…he doesn’t talk but he’s been very nice in helping out around the Daycare. I have never seen it so clean before, usually, it takes me half the night sometimes just by myself.”

Isabel then rejoins her animatronic friends. “Sun, can you please stay where you are? I’m on my way,” she says before hanging up.

“What’s the problem?” Charlie asks since they saw Isabel walk away swiftly before she came back.

“Spring Bonnie somehow got out,” she tells them before raising her arms from her sides. “Tangle, if you don’t mind, take us to the Daycare please. This is an emergency.”

Tangle was also a form of transportation around the Pizzaplex if no one wanted to take the stairs, and since they also had a common goal against Afton, he was their ally. They’re quite fast for being a massive mesh of coils and wires.

Tangle swiftly yet gently wrapped tendrils around Isabel’s waist, including Charlie and Lefty. Protecting them inside their body of coils. It was dark inside but they trusted them. Sure enough, they could hear Tangle swiftly move through the establishment, it was quite noisy but it was not obnoxious. Sure enough, they felt him stop before lowering them down inside on the other side of the gate doors.

“Thanks, Tangle,” Isabel says politely to them. The gate doors were open and they ran inside. Sure enough, they saw Spring Bonnie in the distance cleaning the ball pit. He and Sun have managed to empty the Daycare’s ball pit, with the balls in large baskets, and were cleaning the shallow pit for dirt, loose socks, or anything else. It was strange seeing something so violent act so normal such as cleaning.

“What do we do?” Isabel asks unsurely as they watch the rabbit in the distance. “Cause if we approach, it’s going to attack us.”

“I mean, Tangle can restrain it,” Charlie points out which Tangle nods as its head lowers from the ceiling.

“Alright, I’ll approach him,” Isabel concluded while being reassuring. “I’ll be calm and hope he doesn’t attack me. If he does, I trust Tangle.”

So, Isabel then casually walked up to Spring Bonnie who was sweeping inside the shallow pit. He looks up and sees her, his blue optics glowing brighter as he lets out a soft aggressive snarl, stopping his work.

Isabel stops walking and stays a good distance away from him.

“Hey buddy,” she says as she holds her hands up in a reassuring placating expression. “It’s okay, I come in peace and I know you’re mad at me. But I see that you have made friends with Sun.” She saw his optics more from away from her a bit before refocusing himself on her. He saw who was behind her but he remained in his spot and continued sweeping.

“Do you like Sun?” Isabel asks curiously as she gets closer to him, talking to him like she’s having a conversation with a child. “Do you like the ball pit here?” He stops sweeping again, his ears lower, his optics dim and he looks sad. “Do you miss the old ball pit?” Spring Bonnie nods in response.

“Then I apologize for taking your old ball pit away,” Isabel says as she talks soothingly to Pittrap. “But those balls contained souls that Eleanor killed. And we have them downstairs for safekeeping. At least the ball pit here is bigger and you’re in a cleaner place compared to Jeff’s.”

Spring Bonnie made a head motion that he confirmed what Isabel said was true. Then Sun shows up and Spring Bonnie presents its work on the ball pit’s condition.

“Good job, buddy,” Sun says proudly. “I got done mopping and sanitizing the little kids' bathrooms.” And Isabel can tell as she can smell toilet cleaner and bleach on him. “When you’re done, we can clean the kids' playground together.”

“Sun,” Isabel says, and the animatronic looks at her. “You said that you two have been doing this for weeks?”

“Yes we have,” Sun says happily. “He’s been such help, he’s very nice and a lot better than any employee here that helps around. Except for Vanessa, I don’t include her since she only works the nights on guard duty. But I like her. Me and buddy here always talk and-”

“Wait,” Isabel then interrupted Sun. “You said he doesn’t talk.”

“Verbally like us, he can’t, but he can sign,” Sun says, Isabel looks at Spring Bonnie and he signs her ‘hi’ before continuing to sweep. “And what did he say?”

“Oh, nothing much. When we first met, he told me he came from downstairs and I thought he was one of your friends,” Sun continues. “But he’s really fun and he loves playing in the ball pit. And he’s been so helpful around here too, always helping me clean at the end of every night. Honestly, I think I should talk to the manager here to convince him to work the day with me.”

That immediately made Isabel jump in concern as she looked at Sun with wide eyes. Blood, murder, death, hell no!

“No!” She exclaimed while sounding frantic which made Sun flinch. So Isabel fixed her tone. “I mean, no,” this time more calmly. “Let me discuss with your buddy about this before we talk to the manager, okay?”

“Okay,” Sun says while sounding a little unsure and turns to Spring Bonnie. “I’m gonna go do restock and inventory before we clean the playground, see you later, buddy.” Then Sun walks away. Spring Bonnie looks at Isabel, holding the broom like he’s listening while his optics are now glowing brightly.

“Okay, so, I’m sure you now know that we haven’t told Sun about your past and I’m assuming neither have you,” Isabel tells him. “But I can tell that you like Sun and you want to stay friends with him, correct?”

Spring Bonnie then nods in confirmation. “Okay,” Isabel continues as she speaks calmly. “I’m going to let the others know about this and we’ll discuss as you work. When you’re done, come downstairs and we’ll talk some more, okay?”

Spring Bonnie nods again. His optics dim and continues his work and Isabel makes her way back to Charlie.

“What happened?” Lefty asks curiously. “He could have attacked you at any time but chose not to.”

“He seems happy with Sun,” Isabel tells them. “Less murdery and aggressive. I think Sun is his balance to his agony.”

“That’s a possibility,” Charlie murmurs. “Agony is the yin to joy. So, it’s normal for Spring Bonnie to latch onto something that makes the agony go away. That comfort is what he wants.”

“Still, I think Spring Bonnie wants to be better than what Afton wanted him to be,” Isabel agrees with Charlie. “Maybe he also carries the good from William Afton before he became a psychotic child murderer.”

“I believe in second chances,” Charlie says and looks at Lefty who smiles back at her. “I think this is what Spring Bonnie wants.”

So they went to discuss this with Goldie. “A-are you i-insane?!” Goldie stutters as they sit on the ground. “H-h-he’s a killer a-animatronic. A replica o-o-of his greatest crime.” Then they heard an exasperated sigh before seeing a ball of light exit from one of Goldie’s eye sockets and create a form as it got bigger; a ghost of a child.

The child was Cassidy. She has long raven hair pulled into ponytails with yellow hair ties with plastic balls on them. She wore a yellow turtleneck with thin orange stripes going across the turtleneck horizontally. Over it was black overalls with a half-circle pocket on the chest. Her skin is a pale white with her lips being the same color. Her scleras are black with white pupils. From her bottom eye sockets down past her cheeks to her jawline were thick black tear marks. Representing her sadness when she passed away. But as her ghostly form floated, her legs were merged in a genie tail.

“Much better, I couldn’t deal with that suit stuttering,” Cassidy says in annoyance, crossing her arms as she looks at the Golden Freddy suit that now has one glowing light in the eye socket.

The suit then shrugs as the other light leaves Golden Freddy to form the spirit of Dave Afton. His hair is brownish black and a little messy as his bangs almost cover up his eyes. Probably represents his shy behavior. Just like Cassidy, he also has the same eyes and tear marks but he wears a dark grey shirt with a few light grey stripes going across the torso.

Surprisingly he was able to shrink the animatronic husk down to the size of a plush and hold it in his arms as he listened to the conversation.

“Anyways, Pittrap is a mimic of Afton. It is cunning, ruthless, and murderous,” Cassidy continues. “We should not trust it and just lock it away.”

Isabel, Charlie, and Lefty look at each other. Trying to think of a way to proceed with this without creating an argument, and angering Cassidy in the process. They want to give Pit a chance but know that Cassidy might be unhappy with whatever decision they make without her approval.

“Cassidy, we understand how you feel towards Pit because of Afton. But, I am an animatronic who isn’t possessed. And I’m the same as Pittrap-,” Lefty says before being interrupted by Cassidy.

“That you know of, Pittrap could be possessed,” Cassidy blurts.

“But wouldn’t it be the right thing to at least try with him?” Lefty continues while having a stare-down with Cassidy. “Because if he has been seeing Sun numerous amounts of times without trying to escape, destroying the security bots, or killing Vanessa and Gregory. Then I believe there’s some good in him. Remember, you gave the circus animatronics knowing well that they were made by Afton. How is Pittrap any different?”

Lefty then saw Cassidy’s stern look melt away into remorse. “Alright,” she says as her facial expression hardens again. “He can have his chance. But the moment he steps out of line, he goes back to imprisonment in a reinforced pod. Understood?”

“Understood,” Lefty says with a nod, and the two shake on it.

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To be continued…

[maximuswolf]

Unpopular opinion but I kinda miss the times when cross-gen/multiplatform games were completely different games on different platforms

Unpopular opinion, but I kinda miss the times when cross-gen/multiplatform games were completely different games on different platforms Like Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets for example, which had 5 unique versions made for GB, GBA, PC, PS1 and PS2/Xbox/GC or Transformers Revenge of The Fallen which had a unique version made for PS2/Wii, while PS3/Xbox 360/PC were the same.Among my favourites are Bionicle Heroes, which was a third person shooter on home consoles, first person shooter on DS and top-down shooter on GBA and Skylanders whose 3DS games were completely different game with unique gameplay, new story and offered its own form of enjoyment.I don't know about you guys, but I honestly find a certain charm with these cross-gen/multiplatform titles. While the "lesser versions" could be considered poorly made or not as enjoyable as the main game, some games offered their own form of entertainment that almost felt like spin-offs or expansions basically.Nowadays cross-gen/multiplatform games are usually either ports with graphical differences, remasters, or deluxe editions which isn't necessarily a bad thing and obviously the generational gap aren't as massive as back then, but still I kinda miss when they made completely different games that offers unique gameplay and double the fun, basically Submitted June 29, 2024 at 05:15PM by Frigid-Kev https://ift.tt/OFnxWJ7 via /r/gaming

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