#actually i should be at the pizzaplex

[triphimi]

I'm gonna kms, there's literally no job nearby that would want to employ a 17 year old even for the most simple positions.

I should be at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza cleaning the tables and making pizza or something, not doing whatever I am rn

[abyssembraced]

( Semi-planned but unprompted starter for @tazmilyxfamily dgsgshf )

Ghost had travelled through a variety of regions in their time. From groves and gardens bursting with plant life, to echoing, maze-like tunnels of abandoned sewer systems and spider dens, cliffs and mountains with howling winds and glittering crystals, and complex city structures drowned in a constant torrent of tears, the fallen kingdom of Hallownest contained multitudes. The vast, barren Wastes outside it that stretched endlessly on were mere faded fragments of unformed memories in their mind, but that, too, they knew they had spent much of their life in.

This new land that they had arrived in after making their escape from the Dream Realm... If they were to compare it to anywhere they had explored before, it would be Crystal Peak. Much of the place was dark, yet blindingly bright at the same time. Neon lights in a variety of shapes and colours lined the walls. It reminded them of the mountain's highly coveted crystals that, even with their minds locked into union with a vengeful goddess, the Infected husks still yearned for.

This new area was far more open than the mining tunnels of Crystal Peak, yet, somewhat interestingly, seemed just as mechanical. Strange metal constructs roamed the floors, patrolling in what appeared to be set patterns. Hallownest's crystal extraction golems had become non-operational by the time Ghost arrived in the kingdom, but if anything, the behaviour brought to mind the repetitive movements of the bugs under the Infection's influence. Still, the machinery did not appear to pay Ghost any mind as they observed them from afar, so they ignored them in turn.

Eventually, their exploration brought them to the entrance of a much smaller tunnel. It was encased entirely in metal, and emitted a sound of blowing wind that Ghost hadn't noticed elsewhere in the area. A larger creature may have found the space cramped, but Ghost climbed into it with little issue. Good things often waited for them at the ends of hidden passageways like this, so they ventured further onward, using the light of their Lumafly Lantern to guide their way.

However, much like the burrows of Deepnest, this tunnel was not without its own dangers. As they made their way through it, they were suddenly attacked by a strange, spider-like creature that had come for them out of nowhere. Ghost quickly retaliated, repeatedly slamming their nail into the enemy's metallic shell until it ceased its assault. Once that was over, they simply continued their exploration, not particularly bothered by what had occurred. They were used to being in constant danger, after all, and a small spider(?) was far from the worst foe they'd faced.

Unbeknownst to Ghost, though, the noise from the battle may have alerted the attention of another, much larger entity…

[vacantfields]

It was a quiet night. The blue fake stars twinkling on the ceiling that Moon was staring at from where he laid. Which was in the lousy room that the Pizzaplex had given him and Sun. He could hear Sun talk with you down in the main daycare area. Moon sighed as he raised a clawed hand and let his fingers trace the shape of the stars that stared at him.

His mechanical mind often wandered back to when he first got his red eyes on you. Moon smiled at the memory as his finger still drew invisible lines in the air. Some would say it was you he drew, others would say scribbles, but to Moon, you were the stars, though everything changed once you and him got closer.

It had been a night shift where he wandered the halls from above on his wire that ran through the whole pizzaplex; his eyes had spotted you checking out the gift shop. Not Sun and his but the main one, and yet you were holding a plushie of him, Moon. He had moved closer without noticing it was as if he was in a trance. When he had gotten closer, he could see that you weren't just holding the plushie of him, you were dancing with it... with him. The soft music on your phone that rested on the counter lit up the room in gentle light. Moon had never been outside, but seeing this made it feel like he had seen the sun, moon, and stars. The quiet giggle you uttered as you swayed with the doll made his fans kick on, and he thanked your music for covering the sound. He wasn't proud of it, but Moon recorded the whole thing.

Moon never got caught by you. But sometimes, he wishes he had. Moon was shaken out of his memory diving, and he looked up from his resting place to see Sun towering over him with a wide smile. "Watching our star in your mind again, Moonbear?" His giggle was like jingling bells, which Moon adored as well he could feel himself softly grin.

"Of course, Sunflower. Did they leave?"

"Mhmm! You really should just go down and talk with them, Moonie. They're sweet!"

"Hm. No, I would probably scare them away. They were dancing with a plushie, Sunny. They would scared by the real one." His voice hoarse. It's how it always went, anyway.

Sun frowned, and Moon shrugged.

He would probably never actually talk with you. He didn't want to stain his fondest memory.

[divinit3a]

oh, no. it's another au ⚠️⚠️⚠️ somniphobia spoilers, if you are... worried about that... 👍

and this one is just -- 100% silly

without further ado, Go my scarab: Somniphobia AU, But (animatronic) Moon actually has to be Sam's Dad Now. No take-backs. That teenage boy ghost is your son.

additional sketches & rambling below cut 👇

Let's go on a walk down memory lane together, shall we?

I, Pom, am doing a little research into Sun & Moon, because well, this is FNAF. The ghosts-inside-robots series. I am mildly concerned that the robot has a ghost inside it that I should really, really, know about.

Enter: Moondrop Hologram from Tales of the Pizzaplex Novellas, Somniphobia

Alright, I say. In a spin-off, there is a hypothetical Dad Moon. And so, I read Somniphobia. And then, I draw silly shitposts bc thats what I do.

the FNAF SB fathers support group (Freddy & Roxy) gains another member

[muzzlemouths]

what remains after ruination - part 2

— read part 1 here

It starts with a promise.

Actually, it starts with two. One for each pinky.

The first is straightforward: you’re halfway out of the pizzaplex exits when a tug at your shoulder reels you back, and you realize they’ve stopped just short of the door, an uneasy tremble taking up the space between their limbs. You can sympathize with that fear. To them, this place isn’t the prison you saw it to be, it’s just home. The only place they’ve ever known. Leaving is scary, but staying is scarier. Worse by tenfold. All they need is a little push or, in this case, a pull. That’s exactly what you do.

“Hey, look at me,” your palm warms their own, hand over hand. “You don’t need to think about it. You can close your eyes if that’s easier. Let me be your guide, I’ll walk you out of here blind if that’s what it takes.”

Your words resonate with them if only by tell of clawed fingers gently squeezing back, and you want to smile, to encourage them with nothing but hope in your eyes, but your voice already quivers. Not out of fear, but anger. A boiling contempt for the place that only ever did them wrong.

“Look at me,” you repeat, waiting this time until their hollowed sockets clink towards you. “I am getting you out of here, okay? Once you step through this door, that’ll be the end of it. You never have to come back. It will be scary, and it will be troublesome, but you won’t be alone anymore. Not ever again.” Despite it all, you manage that smile. If it’s all you can muster you want to at least give them that. “I promise.”

There isn’t heads nor tails of your smile being returned and it guts you beyond anything that can be said. Someone so beloved, who retraced your spirit with a grin, smirk or snicker at every turn, now standing between the doorway with an expression like the fire ruined more than their body. Like their mind blinks static, battery fluid creeping beneath the eyes. They are haunted by the remnants of a company which failed them long before now.

Even still, out from held hands draws a pinky, hesitant yet extended toward you in expectation, their eyes never leaving yours; of course, how could you hope to keep a promise without shaking on it?

They cross the threshold the moment your pinkies collide.

You keep their gaze while leaving the dreaded place behind, never once allowing them to look over their shoulder. It’s all over with, you determine. There’s no reason to watch what’s left behind. All the pain, the isolation, the waiting. It ended here.

The second promise isn’t far behind. It happens once you’re already home and, disastrously, from the very second you release their hand.

“I’m going to find some new clothes,” you tell them, careful to tiptoe around the implications of their condition — the stench of burnt fabric and loss of limb. “I think I have some old clothes that should fit. Just hold tight, okay? I’ll only be a minute.”

It takes longer than a minute. Maybe two, maybe three, but you leave them behind for no more than that before a terrible crash echoes from your bathroom. The culprit? An oblong mirror overseeing your sink, now only a collection of shattered glass resting on bathroom tile.

Inside the tub is where you find them. Head in hands, knees to chest, and an awful wail shredding their voice box. Terrible shards of bad scary broken reflect back on them, their truths sharp as any blade, certainties they’d rather deny even at the expense of their own sanity.

“Don’t look,” they cry, face hidden behind mangled digits.

You’ve never been one to listen. A rulebreaker at heart. You take their hands into your own for the third time that night and mind the fragments of jagged silver that trickle away, silent as each comes to rest in their lap.

“I want to look,” comes your reply, only a whisper. “I want to see you. I don’t care what that looks like, so long as it’s you. I will never look away.”

Robots do not weep. They lack the tears to cry and the heart to hurt, yet, undoubtedly, what rips through their voice box is nothing short of a sob. Their body jerks forward and cranes at the neck, instinctively dropping their face into your chest as each howl brings new waves of motion that rock their shoulders up-down, up-down, up-down.

The second promise isn’t said aloud. It’s mouthed under your breath, a silent vow as you hold them close. A promise to rebuild. You would not rest until their smile returned.

This night signals many changes, anything to help bring them some peace, starting with the mirrors. Every reflective surface is either taken down or covered with sheets. The clothes come second. You help them from the bathtub and hand over a folded pile of hand-me-downs, turning to offer them some privacy only to feel a hand grab for the back of your shirt, an unspoken invitation to stay. You do, not having the heart to refuse.

The process is difficult. They strain to remove what remains of their clothes, outfits reduced to singed fabric, the sound of it being forcibly ripped away meets your back and it’s all you can do not to wince. There’s nothing left to salvage. In a horrible twist of irony, the absence of their bells rings loudest.

It isn’t until they’re fully dressed again that you remember the wires, messy and shorting all over the place. Thoughts of a fire breaking out with them as the source make you dizzy enough to find the wall for support. You want nothing more than to sit them in front of a charging port and let them rest, but this isn’t something you can easily ignore.

Now knowing better than to leave them behind, you instead guide them into your bedroom and spend a minute digging through four separate drawers, the endeavor seemingly fruitless until you come back with a half-empty roll of electrical tape from the last time you tried (and failed) to repair your laptop based on nothing but a youtube tutorial and hope.

Turning around, it’s here where you finally take in the full display of them in your clothes. The pants ride up to just below the knee, and the shirt – though fitting in every other way – sits just above their waistline. It would be a sight worthy of laughter were either of you in the mood.

Even from here you can see the fabric bulging outward to split-end wires. It’s a dangerous combo, one that would surely kill you both if it isn’t taken care of tonight, late as it already is.

Now the trouble came with figuring out how best to word it.

“I’m sorry to ask,” you begin, sheepishly casting your gaze aside, “but I need you to lift your shirt. Can you do that for me?”

You busy yourself with unwrapping the roll if only for an excuse to avoid their eyes for a minute longer. For all intents and purposes you’ve seen them shirtless more often than not. Even so, this felt like an enormous invasion of privacy. A request that is too much, too soon, even if it arrived with a purpose.

Maybe it’s the guilt. That, because you never could get yourself to say three simple words, you’d maybe never get to say them at all. Not without working back up to it, at least. Maybe it’s the shame in hiding behind friendship bracelets when all you wanted to do was pour your heart out until nothing remained between you but the truth.

Now isn’t the time. Maybe it would never be time. Maybe that moment had passed, already, and you would just have to accept that this was the new normal. That you would never have that chance again.

It doesn’t actually matter, because they don’t give you the time to even try. Already having disrobed, their index finger taps gently against your nose to bring you back to the present.

You do your best not to stare at the damage to their waist as you patch it up. A haphazard and amateurish job if you’ve ever seen one, but it’ll do.

“Are you tired?” The words arrive with little warning and, truthfully, you don’t even need an answer. You can see it in their slumped posture, the heavy creak with which they move as the shirt falls back into place. And why shouldn’t they be exhausted? Truth be told, it’s a miracle they made it out in…mostly one piece. Tired is an understatement. You aren’t sure how they’re still standing.

They confirm your suspicions with a nod and a mumble, nothing more.

“Got peanut butter in your throat?” You ask.

And there it is; their smile. Small, a little funny without the teeth, but there all the same.

You remember that talk like it was yesterday. The daycare had closed not five minutes before, which meant you were running around like a busy bee to take care of cleanup. Sun had thrown his voice across the room to ask if you knew where the disinfectant had run off to.

“Mhm,” you had answered, hardly a mutter.

“Got peanut butter in your throat?”

It had startled you back into focus. You turned over your shoulder to find him there, hands on his hips, that silly grin stretching his cheeks.

“Sometimes the kids bring PB&J sandwiches to the daycare,” Sun explains, “and the peanut butter, well, it gets all sticky in their throat, and they have so many thoughts going through their little heads that they don’t stop to use their voices, they just mumble.” He laughs like it’s the funniest thing in the world, and his smile is contagious, blooming like, well, like sunlight on your skin. It sticks with you like peanut butter sticks to one’s throat.

“Friend?”

The new voice, scratchy like an old record, brings you back to the present. Their smile is gone now, replaced with a worrisome frown. You convince yourself to stop dwelling on the past for the time being. No good will come of it when tomorrow itself still isn’t certain.

“Just got distracted,” you tell them, forcing a smile of your own. “Let’s get you to an outlet, yeah? I’m sure you’re more exhausted than you’re letting on.”

Their hand curls more surely around yours this time as you guide them the remaining distance to your bed. Sure, having them sleep here will make your sheets smell of burnt debris, but you aren’t about to banish them to the couch. Not after the night – no, the months they’ve had festering in that abandoned hole of a pizzaplex.

You do your best to ignore the feeling of eyes on your back as you cross the room from there. Very few things were brought back from the daycare, most of it being the far and few between children’s drawings that somehow avoided becoming ash in the inferno, but alongside them you were sure to grab their charging cord. It’s thick like an extension, and looked like it would fit just fine in a normal outlet, but you couldn’t say for sure how well your house’s electric system would handle the kind of output necessary to charge an entire robot.

“I’m not even sure this is going to work,” you tell them, waving the cord around for emphasis. “So just, uh, cross your fingers Su–” the name makes it halfway out of your mouth before your teeth clamp down. You try again, no more confident than before. “Er…Moon?”

“Eclipse,” they answer, smile returning with ease. So, too, do they show their hand; fingers crossed.

“Right,” you nod. What was it you said about their smile being contagious? “Eclipse. I like that – even if it’ll take some getting used to.”

Their cord is plugged into the wall without a hitch. You climb into bed after them, feeling nothing if not a little flustered about it all, and carefully draw the shirt’s collar away from the back of their neck.

“Alright, so far so good, now we just need to get this thing hooked up to you and we’re home free.”

“And if not?” They ask, looking over their shoulder with the wettest eyes a robot has to offer.

“Then we’ll figure it out from there,” you declare. “Now hold still, I’ve never done this before.”

It should be easy as plugging in anything else, right? Just angle the connector, slide it into place, and—

Darkness swallows your house whole.

They hadn’t held the charge for even a second – sitting bolt upright, then sagging again as the power source left their body quick as it came. Shit.

“Well, I guess that answers my question about how much output my house can handle,” you sigh. “Let me go flip the panel outside so it restarts, then maybe I can head to the store and get a decent generator, and from there I can—”

Their hand finds yours before you’ve even fully retreated from the bed, catching you like a lifesaver, and you remember abruptly that they are still lost at sea.

“Don’t go,” they plead, whispering still. Confliction must be written all over your face, for they continue without your answer. “Stay. We will last until morning.”

You aren’t convinced. There it is, again. The guilt. If they don’t last until morning, if their charge runs out while you sleep, selfishly resting as their very life drains away, it will be the second time you’ve abandoned them.

But if you leave them now, when they are at their lowest, will it not be an even worse fate? Should you not be here, at the very least, if and when their battery bleeds its last?

You nod decisively, steeling yourself for whatever happens, and offer them your pinky. “Do you promise?”

Their smile reappears, wider than ever, as though they are eager to return the favor. “I promise,” they nod. “We promise.”

You shake on it.

The darkness doesn’t bother you. In fact, as you climb into bed again and fit yourself beside them, knowing that nothing in the morning is certain except that you will have to reset your clocks, you find that nothing in the world could bother you more than being without them.

Eclipse helps you gather the blankets up to your chests, and you face each other just like that, giggling like kids in a pillow fort, and things don’t feel so bleak anymore.

Your life is changing, and it will be scary, and it will be troublesome, but you won’t go into it alone.

After all, you have a promise to keep.

[oldwritingm]

Hi, I was wonder if I can make a request for a oneshot idea on security breach.

I was an idea of reader being an animatronic kind of like mangle on how they were a pull apart and put back together toy for young children, with their attraction being near the daycare.

Name ideas could be like "{reader}'s Friends and Play!", or {reader}'s dress up station". Something with a play on words with dressing up or play.

Because they are like one of those take apart and put back together toys were you could swap certain parts of the toy like hair, clothes, accessories, etc. And kids would come to the readers play area of have fun changing the design of the reader. It being marked twords younger kid key it being by the Daycare.

But we all know kid could be a little to forceful or rough with reader, leading them to break and having to go to part and serves/maintenance almost everyday to get fixed.

But since it cost money and time to fix reader, the Pizzaplex just desided it would be better to just discontinue reader and close off there area under the pretense of repairs. But reader area never opened back up. And like the Glamrock + the Daycare Attendant just gradually forgot about reader.

Than one day one of them just stumbled apon readers area and it just like closed off, with the inside being really dusty with tarp covering everything. Everything but reader who's slouched in a corner, broken looking like mangle with different part of her body making up her body in placed they shouldn't be.

It just feel like it would be hella angsty and a good oneshot for some angst and burn.

Get back to me as soon as you can, thank you for reading this^^

So sorry for the wait!! But this was a really cool idea, and I had some fun with it! :D

Word count: 1k

Security Breach - Forgotten Attraction (Glamrock Bonnie x forgotten animatronic reader)

It had been dark for a while now.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d actually heard it, but sometimes you thought you could hear the ghosts of laughter drifting among the dust particles in the air. They danced like mice in front of you, putting you in a trance.

Laughter and children, colors and candy. Sticky fingers that tugged and pulled at your parts, replacing them constantly. The children never could agree on what you should look like, but you always found their squabbles adorable.

“Now, now, children. I do have two arm sockets, you know. Why don’t we do one of each?”

The grins you’d get when you spoke to them warmed you enough that you forgot about the pain.

Ah, yes, the pain. You were built to be dismantled and customized, but it was painful. So painful. At first you had tried to scream and cry when the interns tested your mechanics, but it wasn’t in your programming. All you could do was stare. Eventually you learned to smile through it.

Even now, hunched over, not quite sure what you even looked like, you felt the pain. One of your joints was only halfway attached. Your leg socket ached with that empty feeling you got when you were missing an appendage. You weren’t smiling now.

The faded colors of your home were nearly gray with the thick coat of dust. The dust reminded you of the repair chamber; you had spent so many hours there. You would’ve considered that your second home, were it not for the horrible pain you always felt when you went there. It was even worse than the vague constant aches you always seemed to have. Whenever those aches turned into stabbing pains, or when your insides started to feel funny, it was straight to the repair chamber with you.

They never told you what was wrong. You heard them muttering behind the glass, but they were never loud enough for you to understand. All you knew was that they sounded quite frustrated during your last visit. How long ago was that?

You stared at a pink bin across the room. Well, it used to be pink. All the colors used to be so vibrant, bringing a real smile to your face. The children would dress up to match you, galloping around the room in bright pirate costumes and princess dresses of every hue. There was no color now.

You blinked slowly. Every movement was a labor these days. It’d been a while since you’d been in your charging station. You used to wonder when someone was going to come help you get inside, but you had long forgotten that hope. Now all you wanted was for those ghosts of children’s voices to be real. Just once more…

You blinked again. Your eyes didn’t open for a long time.

“Y/n. I remember them.”

One eye opened. The other didn’t.

“It’s so dusty in here…”

You saw a stripe of light on the floor. Raising your gaze, your eye flashed as it adjusted to the bright light coming from the door. The door. It was open!

“H-h-h-” you tried to give your classic greeting. When all that came out was a glitching hiss, you felt your brows lower sadly. You refused to give up. This was your chance to make one more kid smile.

“H-h-h—hi—”

“Hi there!” Someone mimicked, matching the exact tone you always used. “Y/n, is that you?”

Your eye finally adjusted to the light. It was Bonnie. Not a kid. Your disappointment wore off as he jogged to your side, hopping over parts strewn all over the floor.

You knew Bonnie. The memory felt sluggish coming up, but you remembered him. He was the one with the bowling alley. Kids always told you about the milkshakes they served at his parlor, too.

“Y/n! Can you hear me?”

“H-h-h.” It was all you could manage.

Bonnie looked at his fingers after shaking your shoulder. “Aw, geez, when was the last time you got charged? Come on, let me help you.”

Your one good eye was jostled shut as you were lifted off the ground, and you saw no more, but you felt strong arms holding you, their warmth almost numbing the pain.

You suddenly felt a rush, and your body started to gain back the feeling you didn’t know you lost. Bonnie talked loudly so you could hear him in the charging chamber.

“I had completely forgotten about this place… I mean, it closed a long time ago.”

“How long..?” You rasped, gaining some energy.

“I wish I could tell you. I have no idea,” he chuckled, bringing an automatic smile to your face.

Bonnie’s ears perked up; you could see him staring through the chamber’s little window. “Hey, there’s that smile! Ah, I didn’t even realize how much I missed it, haha!”

His laughter was bringing that old warmth back into you. Or maybe it was the charger.

Bonnie looked around your room. It was trashed; you had the energy to realize that now. He seemed to notice it, too. Well, he was noticing something. His face was falling; quite uncharacteristic for him, at least from what you knew.

“They were talking about closing down my place, too, you know. I heard them.”

You blinked. “I’m sorry.”

He didn’t say anything. He was still staring at the dusty mess that used to be your paradise.

“Is this what will happen to my alley?”

You leaned forward to get a better look around. He glanced at you, and though neither of you were programmed to show negative emotions, you could see sadness and fear in his eyes.

“I don’t know.” You put a hand up to the glass, ignoring the pain. Bonnie stared for a moment, eventually bringing his own hand up to meet yours.

“Whatever happens, I’ll be here for you.” Perhaps it was a little cruel, but you were glad to have someone to share your misery with.

And Bonnie laughed again. It was a sad, exhausted, barely audible chuckle, but you managed a smile in response.

You couldn’t have the children, the colors, the laughter, the old life you once had. But you were given a blessing; the only thing you could ask for in your fallen glory. A friend.

Thank you for this request! And thank you for reading, take care honey bunches <33

(divider by saradika)

[hyp3rfixation-h3ll]

i was 8 and got hooked on the theories and lore Immediately 👍 i think my parents should've realised i had psychosis when i started developing a long time delusion that nightmare foxy was actually in my closet and out to jumpscare + "was that the bite of 87?!" me

How old were you when the first fnaf came out?

I was 23.

[peachyfnaf]

sun and moon show tumblr dashboard simulator. because i find these hilarious and this fandom needs one. assume this takes place in a "bad shit happens, but everyone's still on speaking terms" au for it to make the most sense kfjhsfd

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when the nightmare goes so hard when you wake up you have to walk into the ocean just to make sure

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Lunar, are you okay..?

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guess

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👤 sunsthirdfingerjoint Follow

ok but the creator is kind of a dilf tho

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he's killed hundreds

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is a man not allowed to be a manic pixie dream girl in this day and age

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guys are we just ignoring op's url

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coming across montgomery gator in the wild is crazy. like i was just trying to make a deposit at the bank one time and he came up behind me and punched the teller in the face

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op my girlfriend went thru a similar experience a few months ago. this dude sounds like a menace, fr. so happy hes not near me.

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182.62.250.90

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is that my fukcign ip address

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🌎 princessandthepaupersupreme Follow

This is a gentle reminder that everything will be okay, you just have to give it time!!!

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im seriously at my limit

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Just give it time, everyone!!!

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earth are you okay

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guess

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nexus NO

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🪔 cloudandloud Follow

eclipse v2 and nexus are one in the same. hit post. and go to bed

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i just woke up. ive never been this scared to look at notes in my life

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💡 ballogmore Follow

i love going to the pizzaplex with my little sister bc she's there for the glamrocks. i'm there to see if i can get my hands on that twinky little jester

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Which twinky little jester op

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the daycare attendant model??? whomst the fuck else?????

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You'd be surprised how little that narrows it down, actually

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bro what did v2 do to you

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exist

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every day i try to not let my brother rob a bank, and then every day he provides me good reasons as to why i should let him

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sun do yuo know what you could do with the money

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i dont want to know, moon

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do you need a getaway diver

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"sun is so cute!! solar's such a dilf. nexus being insane is so ho-"

absolutely none of you can handle what i have to say about him

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god help me, hes so fine

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yeah, him and all 5 pixels

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i see god smited you for this one

😈 itsme-fromthebible

wrong deity, but appreciate it regardless

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THE DEVIL FROM THE BIBLE??!?!

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if anything happens to this blog i genuinely hope taurus destroys the planet

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it's taken months, but i've finally finished it. the document explaining everything wrong with the sun and moon show

here's the link. enjoy

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every time one of us makes them mad, moon and nexus get closer to becoming the Hitachiin twins from ohshc to retaliate, and i fear the day they decide to just do it

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even the thought of doing that is stupid

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even the thought of doing that is stupid

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HOW DID YOU BOTH REBLOG AT THE EXACT SAME TIME THIS POST HAS BEEN UP FOR 4 MINUTES

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"we need more evil women in the world!!!" you people cant even handle miku

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starting a conspiracy theory that we're all just puppets in a youtube show's script and that's why our lives are so miserable

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hey guys why was i shadowbanned after posting this

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Soooo for the Ruin dlc,how about a ghost!child!reader who was murdered by Vanny meeting Cassie and kind of just following her around and also doing the best they can to help her with them being a ghost?

-Greek myth anon 📜

When Cassie first saw you, she thought you were part of the AR network, but you're still present even when she takes off the mask.

"Wh-Who are you?"

"[Y/n]...it's..a long story, but I kinda died here and I've been stuck haunting this place ever since."

"Oh no...did one of the Glamrocks kill you..?"

"No, but this lady in a rabbit costume did...that used to be hers." You point out the security mask, frowning. "Why do you have it?"

"I...I don't know. Some STAFF bot gave it to me. I need it to disable all the security systems."

"And..why is that?"

"I'm looking for my friend. He's trapped beneath the raceway..can you help me?" She pleads.

"....maybe, but I can't really do much from...wherever I am now." You tell her, although you agree to accompany her throughout the ruined pizzaplex.

Whenever she puts on that mask again, you feel uneasy and have to look away a lot, feeling sick to your stomach. She always apologizes, though, and takes it off as soon as she's done with her current task.

You do what you can to help her in her journey, such as temporarily possessing STAFF bots to distract the Glamrocks should they show up---yet none of them really hold up for long as they're quickly destroyed or shutdown.

It was sad, as you have watched all of them rot and decay both physically and mentally over the years...no longer being those animatronics you once adored.

Eventually you both encountered Roxy after you found a security bot in good condition to pilot, and you're stunned that she actually recognizes Cassie.

And later on, she recognizes your voice, too, and you gave her some comfort as she's deactivated by her human friend.

You could see she's torn up about it, and you also console her as she cries, clearly feeling guilty and stressed over everything.

"I-I didn't want to do it...but...I had no choice..!"

"I'm sure she understood, Cassie." You pat her back. "We have to keep going...for Gregory. And then you guys can go home and forget this horrible nightmare."

"B-But...But what about you..?" She sniffles. "Is there something keeping you here?"

"I thought it was that rabbit lady, but..I couldn't find her anywhere. And I've been here for years, stalking her until she just...disappeared one day."

While it's indeed a worrying thought, you tried pushing it into the back of your mind, assuring Cassie that your primary concerns are with her and not yourself.

Maybe your reason for being stuck here was to make sure nobody else went missing.

You could settle for that, as you didn't want anymore kids your age falling victim to Vanny or any of her horrid creations.

Cassie wasn't going to be one of them. Not on your watch.

[midnight-mourning]

Sneaky Santa

❄️❄️Midnight's DCA December Day 10❄️❄️

cooked this up last night for y'all, but waited to post to make sure it was actually coherent lmao, anywho, hope you enjoy! Edit: reviewed this morning and chat 2 am midnight was cookinggg

Prompt: ok ok i have a pretty vague idea that i really love. y/n would be a burglar who breaks into the pizzaplex on christmas eve/day (cos no one wants to work at christmas time, so there should be minimal security, right?..). but they quickly sense they are not alone and dca interaction ensues :') i feel like you could go different ways with this, full chase sequence, or just witty banter with the dca. you can play with around the y/n's motives for committing theft/breaking in. i'd love to see what you cook up :D

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The side door opens with a click, and as it creaks ajar, you can't help the grin that splits your face. Success, and after 15 minutes of fumbling in the cold, you're more than happy to finally get inside. And get to work, for that matter. 

You shove your kit back into your pocket, and adjust your mask. Slinking inside, it's as quiet and dead as you hoped. Even the cameras, which you'd think they'd bother to power on for this very reason, don't seem to be active. All the better for you, really. 

Still, you proceed with caution, while the place is more than dead in terms of human staff, there are some bots lingering about. From the last time you were in here you think they were just called S.T.A.F.F. bots? Doesn't matter, you didn't need to take any chances. 

You keep to the shadowy parts of the building, making your way to your first stop; Chica's gift shop. You make quick work, grabbing the limited edition kids jewelry set, and a plush or two for good measure. You make similar stops throughout, a makeup set and costume from Roxy's, a gator golf mini club set, a microphone signed by Freddy himself. Not to mention again, anything else you can grab your hands on. 

You wanted this trip to count, if you were going to be doing something illegal, might as well go all out, yeah? 

You won't deny, it had been a bit of an inner conflict for you at first. You had morals, stealing was wrong and all that jazz. However, stealing from a multi-million dollar corporation who wouldn't even notice the teeny-tiny little dent you've made in their merchandise? Yes, still wrong, but surely not nearly as bad. At least, that's what you tell yourself. 

You glance briefly at the list in your hand, and the map in the other, as you chow down on a cupcake you swiped earlier. You're sitting on a railing overlooking the atrium, the area quiet enough to not draw any attention. Though, still so far so good from what you've been able to tell.

None of the main attractions have been out and about, and if you had to guess, they were either doing their own thing in their rooms—which, an odd but endearing thought to have—or they were simply powered down to conserve energy over the holidays. Regardless, you're able to check off the locations on your map, and the items on your list in an easy peace. 

As luck would have it, you're well ahead of schedule. Only an hour or so in and you're already down to your last location. Circled in red marker and starred; Lucky Stars Gift Shop. 

You'd saved it for last because it was one of the trickier ones to get to. But, with how easy the rest of the night has been, you'd argue it's well worth the risk at this point. While your haul was more than enough, you knew that if you could score there, you'd be set. 

So, finishing your cupcake with a wipe of your shirt sleeve, your off. 

When you arrive, much like all the other locations, the door is thankfully unlocked. You slip inside, and set to work. You were looking once more for a specific item in particular, in this case as set of pajamas. Smalls, along with a pair of matching nightlights if you could find them. 

You find the pjs soon enough, stuffing them in with the rest of your haul. It was starting to get heavy now, and you truly looked the part of a burglar with your big canvas sack. To be fair, it wasn't like you could fit all this in your backpack. Even though you'd foolishly considered it for a brief moment. 

The nightlights are a harder find, not anywhere within easy sight among the toys and stuffies scattered throughout the darkened shop. To be safe though, you swipe a few of those as well. 

You finally spot your prize while doing a sweep over the entire place, both set up on a high shelf behind the counter. You puff out your cheeks, of course they just had to be there of all places.

You shake your head, no matter. You weren't leaving without those nightlights. Especially after catching the sight of the price when trying to order online. Just for merch for the Daycare Attendant of all things. 

Setting down your bag, you start to climb onto the counter, swaying slightly in your rush. You lean over the gap behind the counter and the shelf, finding that you just barely can't reach.

You grit your teeth, and lean further, doing your best to keep your feet steady. When your hand makes contact with a box, you internally cheer. Quickly, you grip it, and the other while you're at it. 

You struggle to contain your excitement, giggling to yourself as you step fully back onto the counter with your goods. 

"Well now, what do we have here?"

"Something of a thief, by the looks of it." The voice turns darker, chuckling. "And not a very clever one, at that."

You freeze then, but keep calm. You were too close now. You weren't expecting any guards at this point, but certainly you could handle these two, you've come too far to not try, anyway. 

You turn, tone smooth. "Well, that's not very nice. I think I've been doing pretty good so far—" The words die on your tongue when you realize that the person behind you are in fact, one bot. One of the very bots that strongly resembled the ceramic copies in your hands.

The blue and white animatronic tilts his head at you, red eyes narrowed. Moon, from what you already know.

"You were saying?" He asks. 

Initial shock gone, you shake your head, huffing as you hop down from the counter. "I believe I've done pretty well so far, not to toot my own horn or anything. And with these, I'll be more than happy to get out of your hair. Or, whatever the equivalent is for you, I suppose." You stuff the nightlights in your bag, head held high. 

"Is that so? You'll just walk on out of here, without a bit of confrontation or trouble?" The naptime attendant sounds more amused than anything, so you'll keep trying your luck. 

You shrug. "Well yes, I really would rather not be a burden on you. Would hate to be the cause of disruption so close to the holidays. Consider it a gesture of the heart." You put your hand to your chest, bowing slightly. 

"Gesture of the heart—" Moon laughs then, hard. 

You take the chance to slip by him, crossing your arms as you lean against a clothes rack. "Something the matter? I'll have you know I mean what I say, especially to a pretty face."

"A pretty, pretty face?" He asks between chuckles. The bot pretends to wipe a tear. "My, you're a curious little thief aren't you?"

You wink. "I like to keep things exciting. No need for unnecessary tension and all that, you know? And if I wasn't on the job, well, I'd be using more than just my words, let's say that."

You're almost to the door now, hand ghosting over the handle. If you can get a head start, you'll surely make it. Unfortunately, you're not so lucky. 

"Well, I'm afraid to disappoint, but I believe tension is all I have to offer, you Star. I hope you'll understand."

You keep your eyes locked on each other for a moment more. Then, as he launches toward you, you rip open the door, running out into the light again. 

As you're running, you hear a voice call out behind you. "What? You're not going to try to woo me too? Am I good enough for you, Sunshine?"

"Of course you are!" You say back. "I just figured a change of scenery would do us some good, is all."

You find you have no other choice but to enter the Daycare itself. Certainly not your favorite option, but you can hear the playtime attendant gaining on your fast. You'll have to fake him out in here and hope for the best. 

He chuckles. "How kind of you! So tell me, what's convinced you this was a good idea, friend? You have me oh so curious."

"Ah, I wouldn't want to bore you with all the details." You wave your hand, then jump to climb one of the playset walls. "That's much less fun. Instead, tell me about yourself? You come here often?"

You hear him close behind, just missing at swiping your leg in his grasp. "Well, I live here, so as it would turn out, yes! You seem too familiar with the layout yourself, Starshine."

"What makes you think that?" You scoff. Though, you can't say he's wrong, you're just hoping the mask is enough to keep your identity a secret. Would hate to be banned now. 

You stare down at him, head in your hands as Sun stares up at you, rays flicking and eyes narrowed. "We got a peak at your little collection. You're well aware of what's the priciest items here! That's something that takes time, and planning."

"Aw, why thank you! If I wasn't preoccupied, I would return that compliment with more than just verbal appreciation."

He leans against the playset, gaze focused on you. "You could always try."

You grin, and for the briefest of seconds consider the offer, then shake your head. 

"Ah, I would. But I've got no guarantees it won't turn sour, in the end." You tsk drearily. "I'm afraid our love must stay as it is. Treasured from afar in secrecy. Surely you understand, no?"

 Sun nods, hand going to his faceplate just as dramatically. "Oh course, how foolish of me to consider such. If only—Hey! That's cheating!"

You snicker to yourself as you race across the playset. "I'm sorry, my dear! But time is of the essence. Perhaps another time I can listen to your sweet nothings—"

You slip, foot catching the wrong side of the plastic bridge. Your eyes widen as you begin to fall, then squeeze shut as you brace for impact. 

It doesn't come, instead, you find yourself in a reassuring grip. Peeking an eye open, you find Sun staring down at you, concern evident in his eyes. 

Your breathing is heavy as you wait for him to do something, anything. 

"I know those eyes." He says in the quiet. "It's you."

Ah, shit. 

In a state of utter defeat, and total shock, you wind up bound in a spare set of jump ropes, sat in one of the tiny chairs for good measure. 

Meanwhile, Sun is pacing the back and forth in front of you, speaking in a one-sided conversation to his counterpart. 

"But why, surely there's no reason for them to have been—"

"I know, I know. It's wrong, but that doesn't, no, no you're right."

"What if we, it might work. I just don't want to—" He turns to stare at you, then shakes his head.

You sigh. This blows. You'd spent so long planning this out, and now you're about to lose everything. Unless, you can convince them that you really meant no major harm. 

"Listen. I know this looks, bad. But I can explain!"

The bot turns to you then, curious, but suspicious. You don't blame him. 

Your head hangs low, guilt sinking in in that moment. "Look, money's tight. Really tight. Why do you think I come here to get daycare services? It's dirt cheap, you know. And, and the kids were just so excited for Christmas this year, I saw an opportunity and I just,"—You shake your head—"I'm not proud, at all. I just, wanted to give them something nice, you know? That's the honest truth. So, before you turn me in, please, just give me a chance. You can take everything back, but please let me walk out of here tonight. I, I won't come back, I'll find other arrangements, just please, please don't tell anyone about this."

You wait for him to start laughing at you, you expect it even. Even if it was the truth, it was still a ridiculous notion. All this for the sake of some toys? God, imagine what the cops are going to say when the get a load of this—

The jump ropes keeping you tied up suddenly loosen. 

Looking up, you see Sun's gaze is on you, unreadable in that moment. Then, he hands you your sack, and your backpack, and points to the door. 

"I, you're, you're letting me... really?" You're more than surprised, you're flabbergasted. 

He nods, helping you to stand. "I believe you, we both do. We've seen how much your care for them, and we understand. To a point, that is. Now hurry along, before it gets too late."

"I, I don't know what to say..."

Sun chuckles. "I think you'll be better off not worrying about your words for once, Sunbeam."

"Still, I just,"—you shake your head, and in a brief moment of unthinking, wrap your arms around the bot in a hug—"I mean it, thank you."

He stiffens, but returns the gesture. 

You pull away after a moment, slinging your bags back over your shoulders. "You know, if I'm not banned, we should um, do this again sometime. In a more, legal setting."

"O-oh?"

You smirk. "Yeah. What? I told you, I mean what I say."

You turn then, heading for the door before they change their mind. Though based on Sun's last words to you, you doubt that.

"We'd like that!" He calls, and for some reason, the sincerity of it makes you blush under your mask. 

Sure enough, when you discover that Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Plex is hiring, in Superstar Daycare no less, you find yourself easily able to fulfill that promise. 

"Almost ready for naptime, Starshine?" Sun asks as he comes up to where you stand leaning against the security desk.

You nod. "I am, but are you?"

"What makes you say that?" He asks, tone anything but innocent.

You tsk. "You've not been subtle today, Sunny. I can tell when someone wants to kiss me, it's my sixth sense, so to say."

"Just like how lock picking, bribery, pick-pocketing, and seduction~ are also your sixth sense?" He asks, leaning down to your height.

Your cheeks heat up, and you cough. "Of course."

Sun chuckles, closing the gap between the two of you with a brief peck. You are on the clock, after all. 

When he pulls away, flicking the lights off, you find Moon staring down at you with that same look. 

You huff, smile on your lips. "Let me guess, you want a turn now too?"

"Of course not." His hand cups your face with a tsk. "Could you think so little of me?"

You grin as he bends down further.

He shakes his head slightly, "No, I think I'll take a bit more than just one simple kiss."

"One not good enough for you?" You question. 

"Not for all the trouble you've been. I think at least three kisses are in order, to make up for it, don't you?"

Your arms wrap around his neck with a giggle. "Well, I certainly won't protest."

You meet somewhere in the middle, and just like you always do these days, find yourself grateful to your previous self for the, really, quite stupid idea of trying to break into the plex the night of Christmas Eve. 

Because sometimes bad ideas can have good outcomes, and this was a clear sign of that. 

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Thank you for the request @soupdweller!! Was a very fun little idea that I MAY have gotten carried away with hehe (i see the word banter and HAVE to go all out yk?), hope you had as much fun as I did :)

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[r0tting-rat]

DCA PROMPTOBER 2024

I might have decided to join last minute (I say after finishing crying my eyes out) cuz I'm very brave and confident (I'm not.) I know it's late for day 1 but pls gimme a break :<

Day 1 - Best Friend!

Pairing: Sun & Gender Neutral Reader, can be seen as both platonic and romantic! Warnings: None Words: 1900+ Summary: It's a special day, and you're in for a treat!

Like many other days, you couldn’t understand Sun’s enthusiasm. The daycare attendant had scooped you up the moment you stepped foot in the daycare with your cleaning cart—as you always did every night before closing—then hugged you so tightly you feared for your ribs. As usual, he began to ask you questions about your day, asking if you had eaten anything new or if you had any new pics of your pet to show him, but he completely threw you off guard when he proceeded to beg you to put on a blindfold and follow him out of the daycare, which you refused with a decisive shake of the head. 

-Nuh-uh,- you replied.

-What do you mean “nuh-uh”?!- Sun crumbled to the floor, on his knees, with his hands joined together in prayer and his big, milky eyes staring at you in despair. 

-I mean nuh-uh! I’m not coming with you, not yet at least.- You waved your cleaning rug in front of his face, pretending to wash dirt off his flat head. -I have a job to do! Remember?-

Your “job” consisted of slipping inside the pizzaplex after everyone had left, cleaning off all the gunk children and adults alike left on tables and inside the attractions, then slipping back out before closing time. Very simple, very stressful and equally tiring. You were one of many, your assigned areas were the Daycare and Monty Golf, but the former always took you more time to clean despite having less work to do. The reason behind that? The animatronic before you. You had befriended the daycare attendant, a few weeks before, mainly because you pitied him. Always so lonely, left with nothing to do, with no children to care for and no friends to play with. You didn’t regret becoming his friend, not at all, but it was true that you always spent much more time with the robot than you should have. “Do not talk with the animatronics” was kinda company policy. 

Okay, fine, maybe it wasn’t, but your employment contract did say to not stand too close to the robots and interact with them as little as possible, so you were breaking the rules just the tiniest bit, by letting Sun pick you up, hug you, spin you around and etcetera.

Letting yourself be blindfolded and dragged around was way too much though.

-Friend, please! All you actually have to clean is the security desk!- Sun protested, pouting like a child. He was right. The sunny jester was a bit of a cleaning freak, so he always did all the work for you by scrubbing and tidying the entire play area by the time it took you to finish with Monty Golf, leaving you to clean just the area he didn’t have access to.

You crossed your arms over your chest, indecisive. You didn’t want to be blindfolded, at all, and not because you didn’t trust Sun, the idea of it simply made your skin itch. 

…Shit, but he looked so sad! Oh, curse you and your kind heart! With a sigh, you relented, finally giving the jester a small nod. 

-Okay, I’ll come with you,- you agreed, and Sun literally jumped in the air, as bright as his namesake. 

-Yes!- he shouted, ecstatic.

-But,- you were quick to interrupt him, -You let me clean the desk first. Deal?-

You offered Sun one of your hands, which he shook with so much passion your entire body trembled. All the while, a wide grin had opened on his flat, yellow face. 

-I can’t wait to show you my surprise!- he smiled.

You did the best you could to clean efficiently the security desk of the daycare, cleaning coffee stains, peeling away dried pieces of Chica’s Special & Super Elastic Bubble Gum from under the desk and chairs, throwing away pieces of papers and emptying bins, but to your big surprise you found yourself hurrying to get it done. Were you doing that because you were actually kind of curious of what Sun’s surprise could be, or because you wanted to go home as soon as possible? Maybe both, maybe neither. Who could say? Anyway, you finished with your job faster than usual, satisfied, but the moment you turned around all the color drained from your face. 

Sun had twisted himself in some kind of pretzel-like knot, tangling his limbs and lanky body together to create something which reminded you of a horrifying piece of modern art, but as soon as he noticed you looking at him Sun untwisted himself, returning to his usual height and shape. 

-All done, Friend?- he asked, excitedly, as you struggled to get your heart to start beating again. It wasn’t the first time Sun had done something like that, the animatronic liked to get into weird positions when he felt bored, but each time you caught him like that your heart froze. Sun was a very, very, pricey robot and you were constantly scared of management putting you at fault if something were to ever happen to him. Also, you were his friend, and you couldn’t let something bad happen to someone who was so precious—did I mention pricey?—to you.

-Uh, yes, all done,- you nodded, shaking your head to get rid of the bad thoughts, -We can proceed with the… Do you really have to blindfold me?-

At your question Sun nodded eagerly, stepping close as he took a red ribbon out of his pocket. You sighed but didn’t fight him as he began to place the ribbon over your eyes, making sure it was not too tight but tied firmly enough to not allow you to peek. Once he was done, you heard Sun giggle in delight, looking at his magnificent job.

-Wait,- you heard him say, -Something is missing!-

Before you could protest you heard the animatronic scurry off, leaving you in the dark with no reference points, confused and a little scared. You attempted to take a step forward but were quickly stopped by Sun immediately coming back. 

-Here!- he announced, grabbing one of your hands and turning your palm up, so you could hold something that resembled a box for him. You gently shook it and heard many small, plastic things moving inside of it. 

-Are those…?- you began to ask, even more perplexed than before. 

-Yep!- Sun replied, carefully attaching something to your blindfold, one over each of your eyes. -Googly eyes!- 

You wanted to collapse on the floor and stay there, becoming one with the colorful mats of the daycare, but instead you groaned and stood still, allowing the robot to have his fun.

-Can we just go? I don’t have all day, Sun,- you protested, and finally the jester put the little box away, grabbed one of your hands and began to lead you to the large wooden doors of the daycare, walking slowly and carefully.

-We’re gonna have so much fun, Friend,- Sun said, gleefully. You could almost see his beaming smile, ever the bright, despite the blindfold over your eyes. -I’ve made sure everything is simply perfect!-

Despite how tired you were of Sun’s constant cheerfulness, you couldn’t say he didn’t have any effect on you. In fact, you had been smiling a lot more during the last few days. even your coworkers had noticed your good mood. Just staying with Sun was enough to make you smile and laugh, his presence was good for your mental and physical health. In fact, the robot had been taking care of you whenever he noticed that you hadn’t eaten yet, and for some reason he always knew. You were beginning to think he could read your biometrics data. 

You didn’t walk for too much time, in fact you could almost guess where you were headed, which was probably one of the party rooms around the daycare. You decided to stay silent, just to see what Sun would do, and giggled when you felt the hand you were holding begin to vibrate in excitement. Having a robot for a friend was truly fun, sometimes.

-Almost there, Friend!- Sun told you as he began to open one of the doors to the rooms, careful to turn on the lights before entering—why did he always do that, anyway? Sun always refused to tell you where his fear of the dark came from, but seeing how uncomfortable the topic made him you had long stopped asking him about it. -Here, sit.- 

He guided you to a chair, where you gratefully sat, still obediently keeping your googly eyes-adorned blindfold on. You were eager to see the surprise Sun had planned for you, but something told you not to even try to peek. You felt like it would have made the robot rather mad. 

Sun moved something on the table in front of you, mumbling by himself, then stood back. You heard his steps coming to a stop behind your chair, then felt his hands resting on your shoulders. The cold touch of his metal body made you shiver. 

-You can look now, Friend,- Sun whispered in your ear, lacking the previous joy and sounding more… sly?

Excited to see, you quickly took off the blindfold and blinked, trying to readjust to the lights inside the room, and only after a few moments of total confusion you managed to see something. Before you, on the table, was a plate, and on the plate was a huge cupcake of your favorite flavor. You would have recognized those sweet treats everywhere, they were from the Cupcake Shoppe, on the second floor of the pizzaplex. Many times you had passed the area, looking with envy at the baked sweets being sold there, and even more times you had complained to Sun about the bakery not being on the list of places where you could eat your daily free meal, as per your employment contract. When he had asked you why you didn’t just go and buy one, if you really wanted to, you had laughed. 

“-Come on, as good as they look, they are not worth the price.-” You had told him. Yet there it was, the motherfucking cupcake you had been ogling at for the last weeks, right in front of you, with a little candle stuck on top. 

-I would have lit the candle, if my programming didn’t forbid me from handling matches and lighters,- laughed Sun from behind you. Honestly, you didn’t care one bit about the candle, you were just staring at the sweet treat in front of you, dumbfounded. 

-Wh… Why…? How… I…- You couldn’t speak normally anymore, your vocabulary consisted of single muttered words and syllables. 

-Guess what day it is, Friend,- cooed Sun in your ear. You tried to think, but doing so was hard, so you ended up just shaking your head, speechless. At your cluelessness, Sun laughed. 

-On this day, exactly one month ago, we became friends!- he explained to you, and as he bent over his smiling face entered your field of vision. He looked absolutely gleeful. -Do you remember now?-

Your wide eyes ran from his milky ones to the cupcake in front of you, from the big grin of the robot to the unlit candle, which was slowly slipping down thanks to the melting frosting. One month. You had been friends with Sun for just a month, but for some reason it felt like so much more, like, much, much more. Sun’s hands, which had been resting on your shoulders the entire time, squeezed you gently, and they felt oddly warm against your skin. You looked at the daycare attendant and couldn’t stop a smile from forming on your lips. 

-Happy one month anniversary, Best friend,- he said, and you nodded. 

-Happy anniversary to you too, Sun.- 

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!FNAF SL REDUX!

Character Profile #11 Bonnet

Originally planned to be a second hand puppet to Funtime Freddy, that could be done interchangeably with Bon Bon. But due to technical difficulties and accidentally designing the bonnet to be slightly too big, she was largely scrapped. Bonnet is a secondary character in !FNAF SL REDUX!, and has surprisingly a bigger role than in canon, though, her role is not as big in SL. 

Let's get started…

Bonnet was a planned character, designed to be an interchangeable hand puppet with Bon Bon. But while William designed her, and built her, he miscalculated the size bonnet should be, making her too large. Due to her being still small enough to have very intricate and sensitive parts that would be difficult to change, and also having limited funding. Bonnet was just kept the way she was, and was just put into storage, her blueprint and info saved just in case she could be of use. Stick a pin in this, this detail is important.

Bonnet is locked in the private room (williams office), where she quickly befriends Yenndo, and kinda acts as her feet, since crawling everywhere is not very effective, and damages her suit. Bonnet is a very enthusiastic bunny, personality meant to be a parallel to Bon Bons, with just a slight whimsical edge.

Bonnet is the only one of the Private room bots that freely explores the facility, and would later become a little assistant to Liz and her exploration on getting out of the facility. She’d be very helpful, being able to reach the places Liz and the others couldn’t. Her and Bon Bon would even end up finding the vent that leads to the upper location. Sadly they wouldn’t be able to use it, but it was a discovery that ended up helping them anyway.

Michael never meets Bonnet, but Bonnet does know of Michael, spying on him during his night shifts.

Unlike Yenndo, LOLBIT, and Electro-bab, after the funtimes leave, and the company goes under and has to sell off their assets Bonnet would actually be one of them. Since she’s a complete animatronic and marked as useful, she was sold off to Fazbear entertainment. For a long time we wouldn’t see her.

All up until the mega pizza plex, I know big jump, but listen…

Bonnet, (SB, Ruin)

Bonnet had been remodeled, given legs and made as one of the pizza plexes many entertainers and attractions. She had been placed as an assistant to the daycare attendant in day and night hours. Bonnet's platting is now made of a material that children can draw on with crayons, and all she needs is a few wipes to clean it off. This lets her be a wonderful form of entertainment for children, and a good comfort due to her small size, and relatively soft fur.

She has day and night programming like the daycare attendant, meaning they are an assistant in caring for/ and entertaining kids in the daycare, and an assistant at making sure no intruders can escape or hide in the pizzaplex.

When the plex gets hijacked by The Purple Goop Rabbit™ Bonnet and Moon act as Vanny's extra eyes. Bonnet specifically acts as an alert to Moon of Gregory's location, in areas the Moon can tread (that's right, Moon is no longer confined to the hourly recharge sections.)

Yes, Bonnet misses the others. Sun worries about her, and feels extra bad that they can't make her feel better.

Bonnet loves Sun and Moon though, don't worry.

When we get around to RUIN, Bonnet is still with Sun and Moon, being about in the same condition as Sun and Moon are. Not as dangerous as she was in SB but on occasion may follow Cassie as she traverses the Daycare. Just shine the flashlight in her face and she'll go away.

And that's the end of Bonnet's Character Profile…

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Circus Baby Character profile

Bidy, Bab, and Electro-Bab Character profile

Ballora Character profile

Minireenas Character profile

Funtime Freddy Character profile

Yenndo Character profile

Funtime Foxy Character profile

LOLBIT Character profile

Ennard Character profile

Elizabeth Afton Character profile [OUTDATED]

Katherine Afton Schmidt profile [OUTDATED]

[ennard-is-near]

(This whole thing is based off the theory that Michael is still alive in Security Breach, which is hilarious imo)

A FNaF game where you are the night guard in the Pizzaplex, and the antagonist is Michael Afton. He’s not trying to kill you or anything, you just have opposite goals (You like the animatronics and the Fazbear brand, he does not). He’s also trying to get you to quit or get fired.

Things are going wrong. Stuff is being stolen and vandalized. The animatronics are being tampered with, sometimes they’re vandalized too. Things never stay how you left them. You are starting to feel like someone has broken in, which is especially bad, because you’re a security guard. It’s your whole job to keep people out.

Your character will occasionally say how bad it smells in the room. Sometimes you remark that you’re being watched. There’s sometimes footsteps or scuffling noises in the background. If you look close enough in certain rooms, you can see the faint outline of a guy or two white dots in the darkness around the light from your flashlight. But you can’t find the source of whatever this is (he’s gotten too good at hiding).

Your character will become more aware that someone really is there throughout the game. You go from asking “Hello? Is someone here?” When something strange happens to saying “I know you did this!” To the darkness because you know he’s there. You can get more hostile towards him, if you’d like, calling him a twat or whatever. You could be nice to him, too. It doesn’t stop him, when you’re nice, because he seems to have some sort of goal (you couldn’t begin to guess what) but it’s not like he’s doing that much damage and he makes your job a little bit more fun.

You never see him, though. Other than the occasional glimpse of movement in the shadows or your flashlight’s glow reflecting off his eyes (that must be what it is, right?) he stays silent and hidden. That’s why you feel you can’t tell anyone, he’s clearly good at hiding and they wouldn’t find him. Plus, he’s annoying, but he doesn’t seem that harmful. (And maybe the darkness is just making you crazy. Maybe there really is nobody there)

But things are definitely going awry. For one, the animatronics are freaking out. They’re weird, almost hostile, towards you. The staffbots follow you around but don’t speak or offer you things, and it freaks you out a little (you can fight them, if you’d like, though it’s not really a fight and more just you beating them up. You could also try and incapacitate them or just try to ignore them). The Glamrocks are scary too, obviously. They chase you, grab you and jumpscare you. (One time though, it seems like one of them is actually going to kill you. It throws you to the floor and you cover your face with your hands. But instead of feeling the impact, there’s a strange noise. You open your eyes to see it incapacitated, and you can hear footsteps shuffling away. Huh.) Even Helpy begins demanding you quit, sometimes being friendly, “No amount of money is worth doing this job,” sometimes he’s meaner, “You’re going to quit or you’re going to die.” Whoever is in the shadows is definitely messing with them in some way.

One night, Helpy tells you, “Sorry, you are going to get fired.” And that night is horrible. Shit is breaking all the time, and the Glamrocks and Staffbots are all over the place, either destroyed or with completely ruined AI. You can’t stop it (maybe you should have been [nicer/meaner] to whoever is doing this) all you can do is try and undo as much damage as possible and tell whoever is there that you really need this job. He doesn’t listen.

When 6am rolls around, your boss arrives and you’re presented with a pink slip. He tells you that your behavior is unacceptable. You either made all this mess yourself or allowed someone else to do it and neglected your job. You’ve been nothing but unprofessional for the duration of your employment, anyway. The animatronics have clearly been tamped with by someone with some knowledge of how they work, not just some random vandal. You must have been messing with them for a while to learn how they worked and took it too far. And, adding insult to injury, tells you that you make every room you’re in smell like death. You don’t have anything to say to defend yourself, you definitely can’t blame a person hiding in the darkness who you didn’t report before and have never fully seen, so you just leave.

Bonus: Here’s an image I made last night at like 2am. It’s just one of the SB rooms but I make it darker and added the flashlight and some other things.

Anyway, sorry this post got so long and turned sort of into fanfiction. I had fun writing it, though. I was just thinking about the fact that Michael might still be kicking in Security Breach (again, hilarious. Also why is he barefoot? Put shoes on, Jesus Christ) and was like “Well, what if you had to play against him?” Because Michael making the lives of night guards harder is very ironic, even if he has good intentions. And it spiraled and turned into this. If you made it this far, wow thanks for reading <3

[ghosting-fox]

okay so Sun Help Wanted 2 rambles below, so BEWARE SPOLERS!!!

WOAAAAAAAAAWOOOAAAAAWOOOOOOOOOO

okay now that i have that out of my system, let's start with the rambling!!!

obviously we all now know (and love) how sassy and petty Sun actually is around adults. but i've seen sooo many people portraying Sun as just An Asshole and just A Bully and so few have pointed out that actually no!!!! he's a DIVA!!! he's a DRAMA queen!!!! my dudes, he is a former THEATER ACTOR!!!!!! and so so many things, like his mannersim, the way he speaks ("Finally, art that makes you THINK!" , "The Daycare is no place for AMATEURS" , "Be creative on YOUR OWN TIME, WE ARE MAKING ART"), even his entrance (he literally CARTWHEELS into the scene, what a show-off) point to his theatrical origins and how much of a perfectionist he is. He's obviously frustrated whenever you're doing something wrong, throwing offhanded, petty comments at you because he is used to perfection!! for i don't know how long during his theater days he was playing the main character in every play, day after day after day, he's used to things going EXACTLY to plan, and obviously he has expectations from you since you are an adult. (and besides, you gotta give it to him: it must be frustrating and stressful going from working as an actor and being in the spotlight all the time and everything going according to plan to working as a daycare attendant with crying kids who always do mistakes and make a mess and don't draw inside the lines)

and i'm pretty sure that anyone who's more intensly part of any art field (doesn't matter if it's drawing, theater, sculpture, architecture, whatever) has met a few people and crits who behaved and had the same attitude (however less unhinged, ofc) like Sun: not downright bullying you, but being just overall petty and perfectionists.

i just feel that some people downplay Sun's personality by portraying him as just a simple Asshole, when actually the Help Wanted 2 minigame does an EXCELLENT job hinting to his theatrical origins and his really art-passionate, perfectionist, sassy personality

"but he's shredding the player's work!! he IS just a bully!!" my dude, you are playing as an adult who's doing a tutorial/maintenace test and is listed with some tasks. he's obviously not going to keep the "paint-by-numbers" drawing a staff member did for a maintenance test. and he even states that all the artworks done in the Pizzaplex are property of Fazbear Entertainment; so who knows, maybe there is a rule that everything done during maintenance test should be immediately destroyed. (and still, he can also just downright be petty and sassy and snappy towards adults) still a funny gig, lol

anyways i fucking love how much character Sun displays and i fucking love how much of a drama queen and diva he is, can't wait to see the rest of the game!!!

[puhpandas]

I hate it when characters in pieces of media I like share the same name like Gregory and diary of wimpy kid fnafsb ok so wait I was just going to go on a tangent but a fnaf diary of a wimpy kid book would go insanely hard I forgot where I was going with this

Wednesday

today, gregory called me on the phone fifteen times in a row until I answered, and it annoyed me because I was trying to sleep and had done my hair routine. he told me I had to come to the pizzaplex immediately because he had a new game idea in mind. I got up and went, and when I got there he said we were going to have a race to the big platform in fazerblast. it seemed tame enough, especially after yesterday when he made me play jenga but with the animatronics. the bruise on my arm is starting to turn black. anyway, I thought I would actually have fun this time until the lights suddenly went out and then Gregory pushed me into a supply closet and locked the door from the outside. I don't think doors are supposed to have push-in locks from the other side. might be an osha violation. it sucked because he made me stay in there with no food water or light for 5 hours, but last tuesday he said I was overreacting because I didnt want to bungee jump from the 3rd mezzanine in the atrium, so I dont want him to think I'm not cool. he gave me a free pizza shake after he finally let me out, so I guess it was all okay. he kept talking about waterproofing the animatronics and Montys been strangely missing all night, so I'm worried I'll show up tomorrow night to a tank of water and monty swimming in it like a shark with a flaming hoop above it. hopefully gregory doesnt have two skateboards.

Friday

Mom tried to tell me today that I needed to loosen up and it really bugged me. How come she cant realize that following that guy home after school is my way of unwinding? He even answered all of my questions and only looked at me like I was weird once. She told me I should go to the Pizzaplex with Greg and Ellis instead but Ellis has been majorly annoying me lately. He pointed out my eyebags and then got defensive when I was upset. Greg just told us we were both being stupid. It made me reflect and I realized he was right. Ellis is so childish sometimes. I'm too mature to be arguing like a juvenile. Greg's eyes looked milky and strangely shiney at lunch today but I didnt think too much of it. Mostly because I'm afraid to linger on it because it might mean something for me and I dont want to deal with that right now. They looked purple which was weird to me, but that's honestly not the strangest thing about him. Okay changing the topic. I wasnt able to finish the last ten pages of my audiobook the other night because I was so tired from the day before. The school got upset at me again just because i broke into the principals office after hours and stole important documents. I was going to return them, I dont see why it's such a big deal. It's like they dont appreciate the art of investigative journalism. I was put in detention and had to do service for the lunchladies as punishment. Ellis looked at me and almost burst out laughing and it made me so angry. Greg just complimented my hairnet and I felt like he understood me. Anyway, one of the lunch ladies kept telling me about her ex husband and it was entertaining. She kept saying he left her for an older woman and I told her to live her best life and she should forget him and she seemed to take my advice. I think I understand why girls gossip now. So much drama that really happened. I think I'll go on r/AITA tonight after dinner.

[that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 (pt2)

×A/N×

Hi hi! Here's the part 2!

Also, I forgot to mention that the " general hcs " can be (actually, it's almost recommended) read as platonic hcs aswell!

They're so ooc I'm sorry 😭😭

If you find my content disturbing please don't interact with it! Thank you! ^-^

×❢ About my work ❢×

fluff, mention of blood, period pain, everybody has relationship headcanons, also no proofread, and it's probably ooc too-, they're mostly cuddling or taking care of you :3, fem! Reader

Fandom: The Sun and Moon Show

Character(s): Ruin Eclipse, Dark Sun, Bloodmoon, Frank/Forkface, Killcode, You| (Y/N) |The Reader

Ship(s): Ruin/Reader, Killcode/Reader, Bloodmoon/Reader, Frank/Reader, Dark Sun/Reader

Form: Headcanons

[The artworks are not mine! The credits go to @//kiwi_artz for the TSaMS thumbnail arts! However, I haven't found the artist of MGaFS thumnails, if anyone knows it, I would be greatful if they could write it down for me! Thank you!]

Ruin

General:

• He'll be concerned or confused at the begining, so you might have to explain it to him, but he'll quickly catch up

• Personally, I don't think Ruin would mind the blood, but absolutely would hate himself, if he would make you feel uncomfortable by thinking the opposite of this.

• They check on you, scan you and often ask you if you need anything.

• I think he would be the kind of person who you could cuddle at anytime. If you have their trust, he'll let you really close to him while he is watching his musical/anime or anything.

• Will not ask for advice from anyone... Let's just say people don't really want to see him nowadays. (And I think he is aware of what he did to the others. He doesn't want to upset them more.)

Relationship hcs:

• Ruin tries to avoid everything what makes you uncomfortable/upset. He is not a hothead, but if someone manages to disturb you, he'll glare at them until they leave. If the person still don't want to leave you alone, Ruin might raise their voice.

• If your period doesn't come with pain, he will still check up on you.

• He can get concerned or nervous about your well being very easily.

• You can just lay down beside him and eat snacks while watching anime with him (or whatever this silly wants to do). Will give you kisses aswell while you rest beside him.

• OH WAIT WAIT- Have I also said that he is really prepared? Like you ask for pads/tampons and you casually look into the drawer and see six packs of supplies- Don't worry, he knows what to do and they will take care of you just perfectly ♡

Bloodmoon

General:

• Bloodmoon quickly reacts to anything that bleeds, so it's not a secret for them, they can sense you.

• Won't mind the blood, trust me this guy is more than comfortable around it.

• Also, some positive things, at least they can find you easier and they don't have to search through the whole pizzaplex

• omg I just imagined something-

They seem like that kind of animatronic who gets confused by winged pads- Like sure, they'll quickly buy it for you, but just imagine at the store be like

"Did you find the pads? Do they have wings?"

"..."

"Bloodmoon?"

"Wings? Tf do you mean by "wings" ?"

"... Like... On the side."

"..."

"Why do they have wings? They can fly too? Should I be worried?"

"Oh my god..."

Lmao it makes me giggle-

Relationship hcs:

• Before we begin, I just want to send a thumbs up that you managed to be in a relationship with them. Good job homie 👍

• would rest on your tummy for a reason

• The brothers might start to panic if you don't feel well

• They usually find solution together, but if they see that it's better to ask for help, they might ask Miku

• OH AND- Like I said, they would bring you supplies and food aswell if you need them! (They're really fast, so you might consider just asking them instead of ordering-) They would take really good care of you!

Dark Sun

General:

• okay, so we know that Dark Sun is a bit of a passive one

• He is way more smarter than he looks, he keeps things to himself, and won't care about others until they have what he needs or until he's bored

• So when he sees you aren't looking so well, if he decides to care, he'll just simply ask you what's going on with you

• If you tell him, he might feel a bit embarassed, hell even a little bit awful if you let him know that he made you uncomfortable

• If he sees that you're not okay he will keep his distance and leave you alone. Don't get him wrong, it doesn't bother him at all and totally understands it, it's just if you don't have something important he can use, he won't disturb you. Either this, but if you do have something which he needs, he might choose to have a little chat with you...

Relationship hcs:

• If you're in a relationship with him for a longer time, there's a chance that he memorizes your time period

• He won't leave you willingly, but if he has so other option, he'll manage to watch out for you

• Unfortunately, you can only cuddle with him when isn't away or busy. But trust me it's worth to wait, and he will also appreciate your patience. He shows affection by mostly words and small, gentle touches. He's not a big softy, but he's very gentle and careful when it comes to you.

Killcode

General:

• okay, so KillCode is awesome-

• Like, if you need supplies, he'll happily do shopping with you

• Also, I think KC would like to learn more about your organic body, because he wants to know what are you feeling, what he has to pay close attention and how can he aid you

• He'll help you as he can

Relationship hcs:

• He might overreact a little at times

• Probably won't leave you alone and he'll often check up on you, ask how you are feeling

• He's a reallly caring partner!

Frank/Forkface

General:

• Frank can't really say anything about it-

• Like they're aware of what's happening to you right now - he's not dumb. But about same as Dark Sun, they won't really comment on it.

• He'll continue to watch from the distance until he has to intervine.

Relationship hcs:

• They still talk to you that much, however he'll breath out a "How are you feeling?" from time to time

• They might not talk often, BUT they're really caring and cuddly in these kind of situations

• He likes to nuzzle or touch your tummy, but if you're too insecure, they will rub your hip or your hand. Also, he's very gentle too!

• If you don't really have period pains (good for you buddy 😔), he'll still be very attentive towards you

• Trust me, even if he doesn't really like to talk, he is a really good partner!

• (We love Frank)