#Universal Horrors AU

[welcome-to-hotel-california]

Universal Horrors (Crossover AU of umbrark's FNAF Human AU)

(((OOC: This will also include other properties from other companies like with 20th Century Fox for example (due to them being featured in Universal Studios' HHN events), HHN stuff, and other horror films by Universal Pictures

The AU itself is basically a crossover between Universal Studios' horror films and umbrark's FNAF Human AU. I'm thinking events would probably change due to the presence of the characters from them. Here are some character ideas I have so far

Norman Bates (Psycho): A troubled man who moved his motel business to Hurricane, Utah and is employed as a cook at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Of course however, things aren't what they seem to be as Norman sometimes gets paranoid and would start arguing with "Mother". Things get worse however as someone wearing a mother's dress and grey hair is sometimes spotted inside and outside the Pizzeria... (1980s)

"Abraham Hemingway" (actually Dracula): A seemingly-human man who owns a company, Hemingway Corp., and works with William Afton from time-to-time. In actuality however, he is none other than the infamous vampire Dracula, who had survived death before and moves to America in order to hide from those that hunt down the vampire, especially if those are descendants of Abraham van Helsing. The only one who knows his secret is William Afton, who the vampire promises immortality to him. (1970s-2020s)

Peter Talbot (Descendant of Lawrence Talbot and Larry Talbot, both of them sharing the same fate on becoming a werewolf): A security guard that got hired for Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria for day-shifts. He is best described as a nervous yet friendly guard who does his best at his job and looks harmless, but at Full Moon, he transforms into a terrifying werewolf and kills anyone on sight. (1980s)

David Kessler (An American Werewolf in London): A backpacker who is hiding out in America due to being responsible for the killings in London and the Piccadilly Circus Massacre. He does his best to keep his werewolf form under control whenever a Full Moon is shown. He forms a friendship with Peter Talbot due to their similar circumstances. (1980s)

Johnny Bartlett a.k.a The Grim Reaper (The Frighteners): A demented mass murderer with a grisly count of 40. Has been into Hell not only once, but twice. Got out of hell for the third time and has set his sights on Springtrap and The Phantoms. Is facing competition with Chucky (once known as the Lakeshore Strangler in his human life before transferring his spirit to a Good Guy doll) (2010s)

FNAF Human AU belongs to @umbrarkzoo

Universal Horrors AU belongs to me.)))

[marusvoid]

something i noticed in fanarts

[pathosketches]

I've had this on my mind for a while-

(original)

[citricacidprince]

The twins are all having very different experiences lmao

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Part 2/2

By the time Stanley had realized he wasn't as alone as he believed himself to be entrapped in this ravenous abyss; he had honestly begun to suspect that he was finally starting to properly lose his mind.

In all the ceaseless miles that Stanley had journeyed during his apparent permanent residence within the dark devouring void, not once had he encountered another conscious, walking, talking being similar to himself. Every other formerly living creature that he had crossed paths with had been so... silent. Empty. Dead, in every sense of the word. It was as though the very essence of life itself had been sucked out of their bodies with a straw, their forms slowly falling apart piece by piece under the vicious gluttony of the darkness that surrounded them. They looked like they actually were supposed to be there, unmoving and comatose, unlike him.

So, when Stanley first began to encounter the twins, all of a sudden, he wasn't the only one in the dark.

When meeting the first pair of them, he found himself standing in a lake.

He hadn't even noticed the changes at first. It felt as though he had been walking for weeks on end, his body moving purely on autopilot and his aching legs leading him towards a destination only it knew. A thick fog of forgetfulness and flickering memories had descended upon his brain like a heavy blanket of numbing static as he had traveled. In this absentminded state, he hadn't even realized that the ever-present undulating, buzzing darkness surrounding him had begun to gradually shift and morph to form a horizon line; stretching into tall looming cliffsides that almost seemed to close in on him. Once the nonexistent floor beneath his soles abruptly began to ripple and warp, like the disturbed surface of a shallow puddle; only then did he finally notice his transformed environment.

The transition was seamless, almost dream-like. One moment, he was still surrounded by that filthy, overwhelming abyss; and the next, his boots were suddenly plunged deep into the cold, dark lake water.

The silence didn't leave, however. It still choked and stuffed its way into Stanley's ears to clog up his mind with thick cotton; the eerie quiet not quite matching the calm, almost serene scenery the void seemed to have abruptly transformed itself into. Like a movie with its sound cut off; leaving only the unsettling hum of the projector to fill the empty air.

It was odd. The lake was surely incredibly deep. He could obviously tell from how thin and pathetically small the shores appeared all the way from where he now unceremoniously stood in the middle of the lake. Stan could look down and see the darkness below his feet swallow what meager light that managed to break through the murky waters. The overwhelming black almost seemed to beckon him, gaping and haunting; a bottomless underwater pit of pitch black that never seemed to end.

And yet, he didn't sink. Stanley remained perfectly level, the almost ink like waters stopping just at ankle level, as though he were held up just above the surface by some invisible force. Even the writhing waves seemed small and low, as though the waters were shy to climb up his legs further than that. It was odd, so very odd.

However, it wasn't nowhere near as odd as the sight that greeted him when he finally lifted his eyes from the waters.

Stanley had crossed paths with truly unbelievable sights in this strange somewhere; from bursting, collapsing stars; to the imploding heat death of entire universes, but none of them seemed to hold the candle to what he saw then when he lifted his eyes:

Children.

Two, to be exact. Two, nearly identical looking children stood motionless before him; completely soaked through to the bone as though they had taken a plunge into the frigid water that pooled around their ankles. It was a girl and a boy, both adorned with twin expressions utterly devoid of emotion, their wide eyed stare seeming to burn holes into his thin jacket. Their drenched clothes sagged off of their scrawny frames; thin rivulets of water dirpping off of them and disturbing the glassy surface of the water at their feet. The little girl's hair had messily stuck to her face in thin sodden strands, her cheeks still full and round with youth just like the boy's. They looked young. Too young to be in a place such as this.

Oh, but their eyes; their eyes.

They burned with such anger; such injustice, brighter than any dying star or galaxies he had ever seen. Anger towards the world, to fate, to whatever cruel deity that had deemed them fit to be sent to this wretched place so prematurely. They were too young to be here; to be entrapped like he was amongst this hungry darkness. And yet, here they were, sheer denial against their own untimely deaths being the only thing keeping them awake and conscious amongst the dead and rotting. A show of juvenile defiance to nature itself so vehement even the all-consumign darkness seemed hesitant to devour them whole just yet.

It saddened him. It saddened him to know that they belonged there, that they were supposed to be there. He could see it, he could feel it; they were dead. No amount of determination could deny that universal fact.

When they spoke, Stanley could hear anger:

Stan chuckled in a futile attempt to lighten the suddenly heavy atmosphere that threatened to crush him whole. "A lake monster? You kids and your imagination," he teased, hoping to somehow rid the poor kids of the haunted look that seemed to whirl in their glares. No child should have been burdened with such a knowing look; such eyes that looked like they had seen everything there was to see about the world, the horrid and the good.

Clearly, it had been the wrong thing to say, and Stanley's faux pas was rewarded with a scowl from the little boy. A world's worth of sour contempt etched into every contorted groove that his grimace seemed to dig into his much too young face. Stan suddenly felt guilt squeeze at his weary bones for having caused that.

"That's what they all said," the boy spat out, eyes shining with a sheen of wetness Stan wasn't sure he was prepared to deal with.

Stan left that first interaction with the twins with the feeling of guilt and sorrow still clining to him.

He couldn't have known, at the time. He couldn't have known that this wouldn't be anywhere near the last time that he would meet the pair. He hadn't realised just how many of them there were. After that first pair, his endless journeying within the Abyss was hardly be spent alone anymore. Countless more times, he came face to face with the exact same two young and impossibly worn faces; forced to meet one pair of beaten and bruised kids after another.

Not one pair had died the same death as another. Some had gotten lost, prey to whatever threat that had snatched them up out in the open; some had fallen from high up; some had been crushed under an incredible weight; some had burned; some eaten alive; some zombified. Some didn't even seem physically harmed at all, body perfectly intact, and yet that same faraway, distrubed look in their eyes remained.

He thought the worst ones were the ones he found alone. A little girl or a little boy, left all lonesome without their other half there. Twins, he remembered a pair of them telling him once.

Once, he had come across a town full of silent, stone statues. It was a rustic, shabby, almost nostalgic looking town- odd and strangely familiar. The sight of it had tugged at an aged memory that had long since wasted away in the back of his mind. It was serene, almost deceptively so. The sun shone; the air smelled crisp and fresh; numerous waterfalls continued to crash down from the tall cliffsides; and a soft nonexistent breeze whistled through the thicket of pine trees that blanketed the outskirts of the town. None of it seemed to match the gruesome scene of the hundred wailing statues that littered every inch of the town.

He had found the boy's statue on the other side of town, deep within the green forest and toppled over the gnarled roots of a towering tree. Like the rest of the townsfolk, he too, was frozen mid-shriek; his stone face twisted and contorted into a mock impression of a silent scream as his body lay paused in a writhing struggle. He made sure to be gentle when he carried the boy's statue over to place it beside the girl's, whose statue stood far deeper into the forest, sporting the same rictus grimace of terror as her brother's. It somehow felt wrong for them to have been so far apart from one another, even in death.

He had come to dread meeting of the twins. He hated every second he had to confront yet another pair of dead children that did not belong here, but fate had decided they did. He despised having to listen to their tales of woe as they wept about the injustice of the world, of having died young; he despised himself for being unable to do more than weep with them.

"We don't belong here, Grunkle Stan," he would listen to the little girl weep, calling him a title he didn't recognize. He never remembered if they had ever told him their name, but they all seem to know his, without a fail. "If we're dead, then what about you? What about Grunkle Ford? Mom? Dad? What about them? We can't be dead, we can't be," they would say, confusion and frustration written all over their faces. They didn't understand. They didn't understand why they had come to the darkness so early, so unfairly.

He never knew what to say, he'd never been good with words.

All he could do was kneel down to their levels and engulf them in his arms, hoping he could somehow squeeze the pain straight out of their bodies in his embrace. He hugged them, because what else could he do?

[julyaut]

i cooked this one

btw i was thinking about making a comic about bad guys and how horror joined it. do you think it will be interesting?

ALSO HERE OTHER TWO VERSIONS OF THIS!!

pls don't flop pls don't flop

[wi-tch8]

Many of my friends and discord randoms said very nice things about this drawing, I guess that's the reason why I post it here.

I drew it at dawn and barely polished it, don't expect more from me! :3

(edited because my brother scolded me for not putting my signature, lol.)

[swiftmitsu]

everyone, go and congratulate Error 🎉🎉

credit (?) to @lover-of-skellies (i apologise if you don’t like being mentioned TT)

[nadinescholtes]

Part 1

While the girls are having a tea party, Sun, Eclipse, Swap Lunar, and Horror Sun are hanging out. Well, Horror wants to rather eat them.

[julia-jck]

Some random and quick drawings as I am bored out of my mind waiting for the time to take the buss (55 minutes left).

I once, or twice, saw a drawing of Ink coming out of Nightmare's goop. So I think I wanna make that canon in my version, lol. But Nightmare is able to block it from happening using his magics, and Ink can tell when Nightmare isn't blocking it.

I'm going back home for the autumn break and will not bring my drawing tablet with me. Aka no digital art for at least a week.

[welcome-to-hotel-california]

Universal Horrors AU (Pazuzu)

Description: A notorious Assyrian demonic god that serves no one else but Hell and responsible for possessing Regan MacNeil and a few others too before possessing her, the god himself was once like his mythological counterpart, but however, after being slowly corrupted by the Anti-God, he begins to become the movie version of Pazuzu we see in the Universal Horrors AU. He appeared to help Old Man Consequences on the curse sent out on William Afton, but in reality, he proved to be a thorn on the Nightmares' and Aftons' side. During this, he possessed the Crying Child and tormented him until he was forcibly thrown out by Old Man Consequences after discovering what Pazuzu's true intentions are. He'd later on to possess a few more hosts, some of them done by synchronized possession and the following are:

Withered Freddy, Toy Bonnie, and Toy Chica (1980s)

Foxy (1990s)

Rockstar Freddy (2017-2021)

Montgomery Gator and Glamrock Bonnie (2026)

FNAF Human AU belongs to @umbrarkzoo

Universal Horrors AU belongs to me

[cupcakeshakesnake]

The TV

[chipper-smol]

Major ISAT spoilers below so SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL

havent seen anyone with this idea yet but

AU where Siffrin fills the role of Loop FOR Loopfrin during SASASA:P

Siffrin appearing in the form of Loop for Loopfrin after their successful attempt on the King. Right before Loopfrin cries out to the Universe

just

being there for them like they were for him, y'know

and yeah he's a few... thousand loops late but bETTER LATE THAN EVER HAHAHAHA

imagine how suspicious and then angry and then desperate Loopfrin would be about Siffrin. The "What are you??" "Why didn't you help me sooner?" "You're staying?" "Actually, I don't care" <- cares a lot

everything about this star person is a novelty for Loopfrin. They had a whole moment when Bonnie handed them a candy with a crinkly wrapper. imagine how off foot they'd get after coming back from a loop and this star person remembers.

Siffrin taking as many chances to casually touch Loopfrin. Arm slung around their shoulders. Booping their nose. Holding their face and reassuring that they're real. Hugging them- getting them feeling present in their body once more.

encouraging Loopfrin to stop using the knife

poking them in the right directions- PROVIDING THE SAME QUALITY OF LIFE MEASURES LOOP DID FOR HIM! Memories saved. Important locations indicated with magic. Level progress saved. Control over where they can loop back.

do you see??? do you understand?????

tl'dr: let siffrin be there for loopfrin i think it'd be cool

[hugsandchaos]

Sometimes I imagine this AU where Danny just showed up out of nowhere and he becomes a bit of a town cryptid, and one day, people see him arguing with this huge eldritch horror thing with time symbols and such, and this boy isn’t backing down. Keep in mind, he’s like half the size of this thing’s pinky finger.

Or he does this in front of the Links, both scenarios are great.

Eldritch Clockwork: I just didn’t want to see you get hurt, okay? That guy could’ve killed you! I know you think you’re tough, but you are fucking five feet tall!

Danny: I am five-foot-two!!

Everyone else: ‘WTF???’

[punmasterbaku]

Blep . . . that's all I have to say

Dust belongs to Ask-DustTale Horror belongs to Sour Apple-Studio

[kosmickal]

what a happy little family :)