#animatronic bf fnf

[shadesofnavy]

idk. im not even trying at this point

i need to drop the lore for this guy soon

[whowouldwininafite]

BF FROM FNF vs Parappa The Rapper

They seem a little too similar to pair off, assuming you mean this guy

I can swap him out for someone else from FNAF, if that appeals? One of the animatronics maybe?

[jassylife]

this is GF

hi again earthlings^^ srry for not posting so long becuz I lost motivation😭😭💀💀

for ppl who didn’t know this, it’s an other universe of bf living in a total trauma of losing gf(yes, gf died in some random incidents or accident but we didn’t know how she died) and her new name in the universe of her is named “herself”, herself lives in lord bf‘s mic even tho he didn’t know where she is but he sings and wants her sprit stay with him for longer and gf in this universe wont let him go too, this scene shows herself appeared and she somehow possessed him, the reason why he didn’t even take care of his body or cloths becuz he gone insane and that why he look like crap- so ye I didn’t watch a whole mob but I seen this

watch these two youtubers who play fnf games or explains them

first fnf YouTuber

and other YouTuber who also explains random stuffs and also fnf mobs(he do research of it or some ppl explain to him)

Other thing about the other newest fnf mob oc woody in his eerie phases(I don’t know some of them only the fnaf version of it becuz i Watch it as a kid and I’m was traumatized of it)

(Spoilers for everyone becuz it was deleted in a few years because it’s also scares the children who watch Toy Story as a kid, the creator is Polaris) for the fnaf version of toy story shows that the toys are possessed like the animatronics are possessed while getting killed, in the beginning shows that Andy is giving his toys to Bonnie and just left becuz he said “you will take good care of them or they take care of you” as Bonnie grab Woody and woody give her a eerie face and it scares her, at night she was about to sleep but the toys are giving her the creeps and started to move around, she went to her computer to research about the toys are alive and it’s show that the toys are really alive and killing young children, the first victim was Sid(the kid who beefing up his toys) was called the bite of 95 which is similar to crying child that is called the bite of 87, he got his face ripped of by his and his sister toys becuz the way he treats his sister and his toys, the sec victim is a random kid got their lower half ripped off by an blue squishmallow, two toys kill the third victim by choking them with a jump rope, the forth victim got her head chopped off and stab by Bo Peep and a pink teddy bear, and now Bonnie is a fifth victim and she got killed by Woody

So ye that’s all it becuz I’m still losing motivation-

[silver-tooth-the-panther]

You know what? I like you! *Proceeds to throw my Bear5 AU at you*

A Precious Gift

(A FNF Bear5 AU)

Word Count: 3845

Warnings: Heavy angst, Hurt comfort, gore, and death (but this is FNAF related so… Also Pico and BF are dating in this AU.)

Flames engulfed the abandoned building, slowly making it crumble. The husks of childhood were scattered across the burning threshold. Pico sat on his knees, rubbing his sore neck. Looking up, he could see the lifeless body of Henry Emily. A metal stake planted in his heart.

“Burn in hell, bastard.” Pico hissed with venomous hatred. He couldn’t care less if he made it out of the burning grave, for he had lost someone who meant the world to him. Pico weakly turned his head, spotting the corpse of Boyfriend.

Blood spilled from the young man’s brain. Pieces of his skull and flesh were strewn across the floor. His teeth were now falling out of his head as he looked at Pico with a white, lifeless stare.

Pico averted his gaze, feeling tears begin to well up in his eyes. For a moment, he could only hear the thundering beat of his heart. “How could I…? I let you down…I’m sorry.” Mumbling softly to himself, Pico just curled up on the floor. He couldn’t live with the guilt if he made it out alive. It was simply too much…

A van screeched as it rushed down the road. Tires sliding across the sleek road as it hurled towards its destination. Pogo, a now infamous monster hunter, had the wheel. “Come on. Come on. Come on.” He growled through bared teeth.

His tail lowered when he finally saw the burning restaurant, dread filling his heart. As the flames tore into the building, Pogo hurled himself into the parking lot. He hopped out of the car in a flash, his large paws making a loud thud as they hit the ground. Pogo’s eye darted from one part of the building to the other, hoping to spot anyone. The Huntsman then took a whiff to judge the scene. Most of what he could smell was ash and gas, but there was something else. It was faint, but distinct. There was somebody in the building, more than one.

Instead of immediately rushing, like Pogo usually did, he hesitated. He was thinking about the logic of this world and how it differed from his own timeline. Pogo went around to the back of the van and pulled the doors open. In front of him lay something peculiar.

Inside the back of the van was a life-sized stuffed animal, around 6”7 or so. It’s blue fur was complemented by the lighter tone on its belly. A permanent sharp toothed grin was stitched on its face and it had three arms on each side of its body. It even had a long tail that had foam feathers attached to the tip. Pitch black eyes from its cat-like head stared back at Pogo.

The Huntsman sighed, taking the stuffie and some rope before strapping it to his back. “I hope Billy was right about this timeline.” With that, Pogo took off towards the burning building, making sure that nothing could get in his way.

Bursting through the glass doors, Pogo immediately felt the heat of the flames. He grunted before sniffing the air, hoping to snuff out the survivor. His eyes locked on the hallway to his right. “There we go.” With determination filling his heart, the Huntsman ran towards the scent, feeling the heat from all around.

He saw the empty shell of the restaurant’s animatronics as he ran. First, Pogo ran into the right hallway, spotting a burning bunny in the room ahead. Then, he turned left and continued upwards, spotting a chicken and a fox along the way. “Almost there.” Pogo gritted his teeth as the familiar scent grew stronger with each step he took.

Sliding into the room, Pogo’s eye darted from one place to another. He saw the corpse of Henry Emily and Bear 5, then Boyfriend’s mangled body. He gripped his chest. Was he too late? Had both of them died already? His eye scattered for more answers before it laid upon Pico.

The poor ginger held his knees against his chest, waiting for the flames to engulf him. He didn’t even notice Pogo coming into the room. The Huntsman winced softly, understanding his pain far too well. “Hey! You need to get out of here!” Pogo roared so his voice could be heard above the crackling flames.

Pico flinched slightly before looking up at the Huntsman. His white eyes held nothing but emptiness. “Why should I?” He answered in an uncharacteristically low voice. “I couldn’t even save my boyfriend.” Pogo sighed as he went over to Pico and crouched down.

“You couldn’t have known. I know it’s hard not to blame yourself, especially when you’re thinking of all the possible outcomes, but it really isn’t your fault. Trust me, Pico. He’d want you to live.” The ginger just sighed and hugged his knees tighter, not even questioning how this stranger knew his name. “I just want to be with him.”

Pogo wanted to explain that he had a plan, but the building was falling apart with every second. “You don’t have much time!” Growling heavily, Pogo picked up the ginger in his arms. “H-Hey! Put me down!” Pico yelled as he began thrashing about, but couldn’t do much due to the Huntsman’s strength.

Ignoring Pico’s pleas, Pogo ran through the restaurant, making sure not to burn either Pico or the stuffie on his back. Once he reached the front doors, he plopped Pico down on the concrete, cold stairs. “Now wait here.” Pogo grunted with authority. “I’ll be back in a bit.” Turning around with a heavy sigh, Pogo ran back into the building.

Pico just stared in bewilderment as the Huntsman ran back into the building. What was his goal? Why the hell did he go back in? Pico didn’t ponder on these questions for too long though. Instead, he just hugged his knees once more. The ginger then started to cry, which quickly turned into sobs. He knew that he would carry this guilt for the rest of his life and there would be nothing he could do about it.

Pogo rushed quickly to get back into the room. He had ducked under falling debris and jumped over pieces of plywood just to get here. His eye darted everywhere to find what he had been looking for again. Once his eye laid upon Boyfriend’s corpse, Pogo sighed in relief seeing that the body had not been damaged by the debris, but he had to act fast.

The Huntsman ran over to the body and gently scooped him up in his arms, not caring if blood got on his hoodie or not. “It’s alright, little guy. I’ve got ya.” Pogo spoke to the corpse in a soft, gentle voice. Before he knew it, heavy debris fell in the hallway, trapping Pogo inside the burning room.

“Shit!” Pogo roared as he held Boyfriend’s body close to him. Looking around, Pogo laid his eye on a large door that had flames surrounding it. A weak point. The Huntsman huffed, positioning himself for impact. “This is gonna fucking hurt.” Without another thought, Pogo tucked Boyfriend’s body against his chest before ramming into the door.

The flames scalded the Huntsman’s skin, making him growl in pain. Pogo put a hand on his burned cheek as the midnight wind hit his face. Due to his Huntsman genes though, the burns quickly healed up, leaving no scars.

Pogo breathed in rather deeply as he look at Boyfriend’s corpse in his arms. “I’m so sorry I didn’t make it on time, but I pray this is not the end for you.” He then set the corpse on the grassy ground. Undoing the rope knot on his chest, Pogo freed the stuffed animal and brought it in front of him. He examined it for a moment, checking to make sure that there were no burn marks. Luckily, there wasn’t, so he set the stuffie right beside the corpse.

“Please forgive me for what I’m about to do.” Pogo spoke softly as he put a hand on the corpse’s chest. Raising his other hand and baring his claws, the Huntsman dove it straight into Boyfriend’s chest cavity. Moving around to try to find it, Pogo eventually made contact with a circular muscle, Boyfriend’s heart. He grabbed it, making sure not to squeeze it, then pulled it out.

The heart lay stiff in Pogo’s hand, yet he knew this was the piece he needed in order for this to work. He moved over to the stuffie before using his unbloodied hand to make a rip into its chest. Pogo looked at the heart with sympathy. “You’ll walk again.” As he said that, he put the heart into the stuffie’s chest and sewn it in an “x” with the sewing equipment he had in his pocket. Now, all he could do was pray.

“Charlie, if you are still here, please help this young man. He did not deserve to die by such tragic means. Please, share your gift one last time, the gift of life!” He kept his eyes closed in prayer, desperately hoping that he would be heard.

“This young man…was a lover to the stranger. I can only imagine the pain they are going through. I am so sorry my father took your life before the stranger could save you. But, he did set us free. In return, I’ll do him this favor. I would normally be hesitant, but I know you will have freedom, unlike us. So, I shall give you my secret gift. Walk again, my friend.” Charlie spoke to the corpse before she faded away.

Pogo still had his eyes closed, not being able to hear what Charlie said. Something did catch his attention though. A heartbeat. It was subtle, but it was there. Pogo looked up to see the fingers of the stuffie curl into its palm. It’s tail swayed slightly as it tried to stand up. All six of its arms tried to assist itself to stand. Pogo backed up in awe as the plushie stood on his own, happy that Charlie answered his prayer.

Boyfriend felt dizzy, feeling as if his mind was a fish bowl. He clasped the sides of his head with hands. “What…the hell happened?” His voice sounded distorted and echoey. Turning around to get a better look at his environment, his eyes eventually laid on his own corpse.

Boyfriend shrieked in horror as he backed away. Was that him? Was he really dead? Something took hold of him that normally wouldn’t even cross his mind, fear. His new body shook and trembled as he stared at his very own corpse. This couldn’t be the end! Then, he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, it’s alright.” Pogo kept his voice soft to sound as comforting as possible. Boyfriend looked at Pogo with frightful eyes. “Alright?! I’m staring at my own god damn corpse! I fucking died!” Tears began to form in his eyes. How was Boyfriend even crying? He didn’t bother to try to find an answer. Pogo sighed softly. “Well, you’re not really dead.” Boyfriend looked at Pogo with utter confusion. “How am I not dead?” The Huntsman scratched the back of his neck, not sure who to explain this. “Look at your hands.”

Boyfriend just furrowed his brow before listening to what Pogo said. He carefully lifted up his hands to where he could see them. There, he saw six total paws. Trembling, Boyfriend just stared at the paws for a moment. “H-Hand me my p-phone, please.” Pogo nodded as he reached over to the corpse and pulled the device from the back pocket.

The Huntsman then hand the phone over to Boyfriend, who took it with trembling hands. The first thing he did was open up the cameras. He couldn’t comprehend what he was looking at. Boyfriend’s new mouth did not move from its toothy grin, no matter the expression. Instead, it was his pitch black eyes that told people how he felt.

Boyfriend froze in place, causing his phone to slip from his hand. Pogo could see just how much distress the young man was under. “I know it’s a lot, bud, but everything is gonna be ok-“ “WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO ME?!” The young man was practically hyperventilating at this point, causing Pogo to step back.

The living stuffie fell to the ground, tears flowing from the dark pits of his eyes. “Oh god…I’m one of them, aren’t I? Those fucking robots?” Boyfriend said as he looked up at Pogo, who shook his head. “No, you are not one of them. You were just given a second chance.” Boyfriend just averted his gaze, looking back at his corpse.

“Second chance…?” He spoke timidly, his usual confidence was completely gone. “Look at me…I look like a monster.” The Huntsman shook his head once more as he placed a hand on Boyfriend’s shoulder, lightly squeezing it. “But you aren’t a monster. You are a young man whose life has been cut short.” The stuffie seemed to appreciate the gentle touch, but he refused to look at Pogo.

“What’s Pico gonna think?” He asked himself. “He won’t love me like this…” Pogo huffed, crossing his arms. Although he did intend for the vessel to be somewhat creepy, it it was more so intended for it to be a mixture of cute and creepy. “That’s a load of rubbish! He’ll love you no matter what.” It was then Boyfriend finally looked up at Pogo, as if asking for an explanation. “Look, he was willing to die along with you so you two could be together.” The Huntsman spoke with warmth and kindness, slowly easing the distressed stuffie.

“He was willing to do that? Just for me?” Boyfriend asked with a more calm and soft tone. The Huntsman nodded. “Yes. Just for you, bud. That man loves you and he’ll be happy to see you.” The stuffie then clumsily stood up, still getting used to his digigrade legs. “W-where is he?” Boyfriend asked, fiddling with his plush claws.

Pogo pointed to the front of the building. “He’s at the steps. Go around, but be wary of falling debris.” The Huntsman gathered Boyfriend’s wallet, microphone, and cap from his corpse, along with his phone, and handed them to Boyfriend. Taking out a piece of paper, Pogo wrote down something on it and handed that to Boyfriend too. “If you need my help or need any questions answered, call or text me.”

The stuffie nodded, holding the items in his hands. “Thank you. I know it’s not nearly enough for what you’ve done.” Pogo smiled warmly at Boyfriend.”It ain’t no problem! It’s what I do.” Pogo looked towards the building, watching the flames dance. “Now, go to him. I’ll stay behind to clean up the mess.” Boyfriend nodded shyly before turning towards the pathway beside the building.

He stood there, hesitating for a moment. The stuffie could feel his heart pounding as he stared down the alleyway. “It’s okay, bud.” Pogo spoke softly to the frozen plush. “I’m sure he’ll love you just the same.” Boyfriend sighed, knowing the Huntsman’s words were true. So, he started to make his way down the alleyway. His new legs fumbled over nearly everything. “Shit.” Boyfriend hissed as he nearly tripped over a small rock.

The stuffie was careful as he trudged along the path. He didn’t want to fall and rip the fabric. It was funny how the fur of his new body actually felt like his own skin. Boyfriend could feel everything around him. The cold wind brushing up against his body. The tickles grass and sharp pebbles underneath his feet. It was as if he had never switched bodies, except for his clumsy footing and four extra arms to accommodate for.

Seeing the front corner of the building gave the stuffie dread. He was almost there, close to seeing Pico. The sound of harsh sobs made Boyfriend’s ears perk up. With even more cautious steps, the stuffie peeked his head out from the corner to see the source of the sound.

There, he found Pico on the steps, just as Pogo said. The ginger was sobbing into his knees, drenching them with tears and snot. “Why…Why was I late? I’m so sorry…” Boyfriend heard Pico say in a trembling voice. He had never seen him cry much, especially not this hard. The stuffie peeked further out from the corner. All he wanted to do was wrap his arms around Pico and tell him that he was alive again.

“Pico?” The ginger heard a distorted voice say. Jumping from his position, Pico whirled around to see where the voice came from. With wide eyes, he stared at the large stuffed animal in horror. Was it another one of those robots? It sure looked creepy as hell.

Yet, Pico remembered that the same stuffed animal was strapped to the Huntsman’s back. Was it really alive this entire time? Why didn’t it help the Huntsman in the building? These questions swirled in Pico’s mind as the plushie stepped closer. “Pico?” It spoke again, only more timid and shy this time.

It finally clicked with the ginger. The stuffie’s voice was distorted, but Pico could recognize it anywhere. “Boyfriend…?” Pico asked, tilting his head in utter confusion. “Is that really you?” The stuffie nodded slightly, his ears drooping. “It’s me, babe.”

Pico’s jaw dropped as he looked at the stuffed animal, only making Boyfriend more nervous. He stiffened and fiddled with his plush claws. “I’m sorry. This isn’t the body you or I know. I look like a monst- beep!” Boyfriend immediately froze as he felt Pico wrap his arms around him, squeezing him tightly.

“I’m so sorry, BF! I took too fucking long to find you! Oh god…I’m so sorry.” Pico sobbed into the stuffie’s soft, fluffy chest. Boyfriend looked down at the poor ginger, a compassionate look in his eyes. He then wrapped all six of his arms around his partner. “It’s alright, Pico. Don’t blame yourself. Neither of us had any idea that was going to happen.” The stuffie tried to reassure him as he raised one hand to pet his head.

Pico trembled in Boyfriend’s arms, smothering his face into the stuffie’s fluffy chest. “I’m so sorry…” The ginger sniffled softly. Resting his head on top of Pico’s, Boyfriend gently rubbed circles on the ginger’s back. “It’s not your fault, babe. I could never hold something like this against you.”

The ginger slowly stopped trembling, eventually remaining still in the stuffie’s arms. He finally looked up at Boyfriend, who tilted his head. Pico raised his hand to rest upon the stuffie’s cheek. Being the softie he is, Boyfriend leaned into the touch, closing his eyes out of comfort. “You could never be a monster.” Pico said softly as he petted his partner. He took the red cap from one of the stuffie’s hands and placed it on his head.

Boyfriend opened his eyes, the pitch black stitching looking down at Pico. The ginger took this opportunity. Standing on his toes, Pico kissed his partner, directly on the stitched patch. Boyfriend blinked in surprise, but returned the kiss as best as he could. He held the back of Pico’s head as he did so.

Breaking away, Pico looked up at the stuffie. He could hear Boyfriend’s heart beating loudly in his chest. Resting his head against the stuffie’s chest, Pico sighed heavily. “Please…Don’t leave me. I can’t lose anyone else.” Boyfriend gently nuzzled Pico’s forehead. “Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

Rustling of grass could be heard behind them, so they turned to see who it was. Pogo, who was covered in blood, huffed as he walked out of the alleyway. The Huntsman looked up at the couple and smiled warmly. “I’m glad to see that you two are safe now. My partner told me that this timeline is more prone to possession due to this thing called remnant. That’s why I brought the plushie.”

The couple looked confused at the mention of remnant, but felt like there were more pressing matters. “You knew I was going to die?” Boyfriend asked, tilting his head. “It was just a precaution.” The Huntsman looked out into the night sky, hearing a high pitched noise steadily approaching. “You love birds might want to get a move on. The fire trucks are coming and it’s going to be difficult to explain how a human soul managed to possess a stuffed animal.”

Boyfriend and Pico looked at each other, nodding slowly. “Shit. You’re right.” The couple stepped down the stairs. Pogo joined them, staying right by their side. All three of them headed to Pico’s black car with tired, yet warm feelings in their hearts. Pico unlocked the car before opening the passenger’s door for Boyfriend to hop in, which he happily did so.

“Thank you.” Boyfriend said with a soft voice, resting his back against the seat. Pico nodded before turning to the Huntsman, a grateful smile came over his face. “I really owe you a lot, man.” Pico said as he put his hands on his hips. “Is there any way I can pay you back.” Pogo chuckled as he raised his hand. “Nah. You two suffered enough tonight. I do this to help others anyway, so you don’t have to pay anything back.”

Pico sighed as he scratched the back of his neck. “Thank you…for bringing him back to me.” The Huntsman smiled warmly as he patted Pico on the shoulder. “It’s no problem. Just try to stay away from any more monsters, okay?” Pico chuckled softly. “If we do, we’ll call you.” Pogo gave the ginger a thumbs up. “Sounds good!” With that, Pogo headed towards his van and hopped in.

Pico watched as the Huntsman drove away. Sighing heavily, he finally hopped into the driver’s seat and turned on the ignition. Boyfriend’s microphone, wallet, and phone rested inside the middle console. The ginger looked up at Boyfriend, who had his eyes closed as he laid back. “Are you ready to go home, angel?”

Boyfriend halfway opened his eyes and rolled his head to look at Pico. “More than anything.” The ginger smiled warmly as he held one of Boyfriend’s hands. “Me too.” The engine roared as they pulled out and drove away. Darkness surrounded the couple, only the headlights provided light. Despite this, a bittersweet feeling brewed within the two of them.

Boyfriend and Puco knew that they had to learn how to adjust to this new life. The stuffie was going to figure out how his new body works, both the hood and the bad. It was all worth it though, for they were still together.

The stuffie felt his eyes grow heavy as they drove. He couldn’t help but lean against Pico’s shoulder. Sighing softly and feeling more comfortable and loved then he ever had before, Boyfriend closed his eyes and fell asleep. Pico smiled as he did this, gently petting him with his free hand. “Rest, my angel. I’ll take it from here.”

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[partnersatfazbear]

Updates | Vday Sketches

I thought I’d post an update, so you guys know why I haven’t been posting. It’s nothing really serious, but I’ve been taking some time to spend with my wife before she starts a very long solid week of work with no time off, taking care of the apartment for her, ect.

I’ve had back pain, sciatica pain again as well as nightmares, so my sleep hasn’t been good..

I haven’t had any inspiration for poor William and Henry lately, but it is something I want to get back to. My interests change often, but I don’t want to abandon this ship anytime soon. I would be updating the fic, but I can’t get the middle sorted out. I haven’t sat down to finish Resurrection Seeker, although I’d say the last few chapters are about 50% done. As for the comic, I’ll upload that tomorrow. Out of pure laziness / back pain I haven’t finished coloring the most recent pages, but I’ve been looking forward to specific scenes and I really want to put my all as each page goes, hopefully improving the quality.

You have all been amazing, leaving lots of kudos. I appreciate that. I feel guilty for the lack of updates...

I admit what energy I have had has gone to my game, which still doesn’t have a name. I think I’ve almost worked out a plot I am happy with. I’m going to watch some horror movies today and get some inspiration. I’ve also been watching a lot of RPG Maker horror games (if you haven’t watched FlareBlitz, I highly recommend him... wife made fun of me because she says he sounds like PJ. If FB could read a little smoother, maybe. Nonetheless, FB is great for some relaxing RM content. Sadly, he’s doing a lot of VNs lately and it’s really not my thing.)

Anyway, to actual speak of my game, I’m really trying to figure out my story while mapping, which is probably a mistake, but I’d rather have a realistic house for a map that realistically conforms to the story. Having said that I realize that games like Pocket Mirror and Crooked Man stand out as my favorites and I’d like to include some fantasy elements at some point, but how to make it work with my grounded supernatural settings my work is set in is difficult.

Other random stuff I added to my to-do list is to make a Thousand Arms FNF Mod, but uh, it’s about 20 sprites not counting the death ones [just for the BF] (which I probably will only mildly modify). Then those 15 or so sprites must be copied / lowered a few times each to match the sprite sheet. This project is something very far off my radar, but I wanted to mention it.

So, right now my plans are to finish a chapter of something even if it’s typing up the first chapter of my MichaelxCharlie story, and post it. Second, work out my game’s plot a bit more. I have to establish this story with my 12 book long novels, which isn’t as hard as it sounds since this is near what I call “the end of the timeline” and I am planning with a sequel in mind. So, I want this game to have a lot of vague lore that gets answered in Part 2.

I just hope you can all support me in my game endeavors. I want to finish it by Easter. It’s isn’t my first RM title, but it’s something I would easily love to make a living out of someday.

Oh, and for some FNAF related stuff, we finally tracked down Glamrock Chica’s plush the other day when spending time with a friend. We still haven’t found Frostbear, unfortunetly. I’m going to have to pay scalpers for Chocolate Bonnie and Frostbear, sadly. The next book will come out in a month or so, IIRC? Gumdrop Angel? I don’t know if I’ll have anything to add for that. I also finished the Twisted Ones GN, so I’m out of material to read. Except to find that Google Drive post about the Shadow animatronics and read about them... because I intended to start a YT channel, but I’m too shy. I can’t do it without anyone to bounce my ideas off of and my wife is busy.

I will be taking a haitus between 2/20 and 2-28. My wife has vacation and we also moved our V-Day celebration to then. So, don’t expect too many updates that week, especially early on as we’ll be out of town visiting families.

I think I’ve rambled too much. If you made it this far, thank you..

Edit: Someone on twitter wanted Willry V-Day art. I might try my hand at it so I did some sketches... Springtrap literally giving his heart, Charlotte as flower girl (Henry has a plaid tux and William has bunny accessories), and then a scene from Resurrection Seeker.

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Fnf pompom

#Fnf pompom update

The origin of this alien is the planet Kepler 503, where he was born and raised, and today there will be a big match against BF. This cute alien is the new main character that Boyfriend will have to beat in this new mod. Who is Cosmo Calamity vs Yukichi from FNF way? Even if this time you will have to fight against an alien, you will have to know that this mission is not lost, you have to fight and try to dance as well as possible on the new rap rhythms that we will present to you. She, Mint, and Icicle are all very old.Friday Night Funkin 'vs Cosmo Calamity vs Yukichi is here! A new mission of BF has just begun, on a new planet, where you will meet Cosmo Calamity, one of the cutest characters on that planet, who just challenged you to a new duel.

#Fnf pompom update

I will update it once my brain gives me more ideas. They have a sort of mother-daughter bond for some reason. They are still looking for things to put on her to replace her broken parts. The staff decided to remove her as dancer, and place her into Parts and Service. This caused her to look very- disturbing. They ripped off parts of her back, left arm, and even her face. Icicle and Mint helped Pom-Pom clean off most of the stains but the one on her foot did not come out.Ī while later, maybe 2-3 years later, when Mint was attacked Pom-Pom was also. The kids had found some red markers and started to scribble on her. They were not that old, around 1-2 years old. A couple of kids had found Pom-Pom while she was deactivated. After that her foot was facing the wrong way, forever. Pom-Pom when she was a brand-new animatronic she had tripped on scrap metal and twisted her foot. This tells you that Mint is coming, and which door(or vent) she's coming through. You can tell Mint is coming if Pom-Pom is just sitting at one of the doors/vents. She will effectively guard you, but not against Mint. Pom-Pom will stand at both doors and vents, moving between them whenever you check your cameras. Same as night 1, she is nowhere to be found. She is sitting and she is watching the vents. Pom-Pom can now be seen in the back corner of the Office. For she believes that everyone, including humans, is equal. She is often found in the corner (or vents) of the office acting as the Security Guard's bodyguard. Though, when kids came and wrecked her, she was removed, and put into Parts and Service until they can find replacement parts. Pom-Pom used to be a dancer at Berry Cove. She also has oil coming out of her left eye, almost like she's crying, but no-one knows why. Her hands/pom-poms were ripped off, and are now just tiny bits of fuzz. Her right arm is missing too, and wires are coming out from the ear and arm. The right side of her face is taken off, and most of her right ear is missing too. Her right eye is not there, and instead replaced by the endo head. Her right foot is a pink-ish red and often drags behind her. Her ears, chest area, hands, tail, and left foot are all a lighter cream. Pom-Pom is an orange-ish cream colored bunny. This is her new design!! It only appears in the first (non-existent) game!

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Animatronic Keith AU Lore

This is obviously inspired by the FNF Animatronic Boyfriend mod, the 2011 remodeled design here was partially inspired by DJX Boyfriend's design

Shoutout to @xenoshadow13 for helping a LOT on the brainstorming for this one--this took months hah

2k+ words below

Warnings: Murder, violence, guns

There are no pairings here, only family

An apology to any Senpai-lovers, he's not the best here at all

This takes place back in time

Like his counterparts, in this AU of mine, Keith, or more widely known as The Boyfriend, was always known to have been an ambitious boy with big dreams. His affable and witty personality made him a well-liked fellow, and an insufferable nemesis. His passion for good food, love and music had always been a setback in his academic years, but upon graduating college they would prove to finally be an advantage to achieving his goals.

He would start with making his own music shortly after under the striking stage name of “The Boyfriend.” It would take a few years, and a lot of encouragement and help from his parents and friends, but after moving city to city, playing live and picking up gigs wherever he could, at some point he would finally find opportunities to reach more ears with the help of music producers and developers, opening to the doors of his fame. 

By the late 80s, The Boyfriend had been able to officially release many of his written songs with the proper equipment and modifications, his music ranging from rock love songs, deep and meaningful grunge, and funky rap. His broad choice of music genres would make him spread relatively fast, and he would reach the top charts with other popular bands and artists by the early 90s in no time.

At that time The Boyfriend would be considered a successful musician with multiple hit albums and a continuously growing fanbase. His music had been a success, but he still had another goal in mind. Food had always been an important part of his life, having lived with parents that both knew how to cook and passed down their skills to him. He wanted to make something out of it. Food always tastes better with good music and friends, and the three combined could make wonderful memories. Keith wanted something everyone could enjoy–family, friends, lovers, even a person alone. A spot for everyone to forget about problems for a moment and have a good time. What better way than to use his talents and money to make that possible? 

The Boyfriend’s Funkstaurant, named by yours truly, began its development in 1992. Keith had a friend for anything, in everything, and with his hefty income from his fame, it wasn’t excessively hard to afford the necessary equipment and permits. Employees were not at all tough to find in the busy city, and alongside his childhood anchor, Michael Hart, Keith founded the Boyfriend Entertainment, managed to find a suitable building in the city of Philadelphia, and within two years, the family entertainment restaurant would open its doors in 1994, a polished, well-managed business with good-natured staff, all whom were associated with The Boyfriend himself. 

The establishment would be an instant hit, and Boyfriend’s Funkstaurant would quickly become one of the top family restaurants around Philly. Keith would leave Michael as the manager in charge of the place while he continued to work on his music and concerts, as his own music producer was eager to have him perform across the country, and Keith couldn’t say no (literally). He would however come by quite frequently whenever the schedules weren’t tight, to either manage the place himself for a time, or to simply enjoy himself with his friends and family, even performing there in person. 

As four years passed, the restaurant held up successfully, better than ever. The music productivity was slowing down for Keith. Less concerts, more focus on The Boyfriend’s Funkstaurant. Michael decided to bring in a college friend as another manager who went by Jeffery Davis to help lessen the amount of work for him and Keith. Jeffery, who had worked as an employer for several other businesses, wasn’t as much of a friend with Keith as he was with Michael, who often spoke fondly of the singer, but they were mostly on good terms and genuinely respected each other enough for a steady companionship. It turned out Keith actually knew how to manage a job seriously, Jeffery realized, unlike his seemingly cocky and witty stage persona. He still had a humorous side of himself, even with work, and frankly enough it could annoy Jeffery sometimes, but at least the singer knew when it was time to drop the jokes. He had to admit, it did keep it from getting bland on the job.

Jeffery spent a lot of time at the establishment working. The place was almost always busy, especially during the weekends. He would occasionally bring his nine-year-old daughter Cherry at the time to look after her while she wasn’t at school. The girl had been extremely fascinated with the restaurant ever since her family took her there when the place first opened up when she was five years old. 

Keith would come to find himself growing fond of little Cherry. The girl would look up to him whenever she stuck around during his work hours when her dad brought her over, where the singer would take the time to show her around, and share his future plans to the curious youngster for the restaurant—one of these plans being the animatronic mascot he, Michael and some other crews were working on. 

He wanted to completely focus on his music career again now that Michael wouldn’t be left alone to manage the Funkstaraunt, this time going on tour internationally, and his producer was ecstatically encouraging him. But that would mean he needed to spend a lot of time away from The Boyfriend’s Funkstaurant, and since he was often around there entertaining customers and overall being the life of the party, his absence would be particularly hard on some folks, especially the youngest ones, which included Cherry. He wanted something that would somewhat fill the missing gap while he was gone. With the suggestions and creativity of his staff and some friends, the idea of the Boyfriend mascot was quickly turned into reality within a year.

In 1999, however, an old nemesis from Keith’s school years stopped by. None other than the crooked Stephan Lindberg, who also had a dream of soaring high in the music industry but never managed to do so. He one day stopped by the restaurant he had been hearing so much about for ages already, only because he was fed up on how the stupid blue-haired jerk who kept getting the girls from high school actually managed to make it so far—his music was on the radio, he was famous for it, he was on the top of the music industry, he somehow got a huge restaurant going, and it boiled Stephan’s blood. 

Bitter and blinded with jealousy and hate towards Keith for his fame and success, Stephan came up with a twisted scheme to get back at Keith when on one of his snitching visits at the restaurant he overheard two ladies fussing about how awfully close the singer was to Jeffery’s daughter and the security guard’s 12 year old son during a visit in the restaurant to observe its environment. A wicked idea came to mind when he overheard the ladies who he secretly taped on a voice recorder, and he’d later blackmail two associates to take pictures and frame Keith for having ulterior motives on the staffs’ children that were frequently at the restaurant. 

Using these photos, Stephan snuck to the establishment one night when there weren’t any workers besides Keith, Jeffery and a few other staff members, who were busy preparing the restaurant for Cherry’s tenth birthday the next day, and the reveal of the now finished Boyfriend animatronic mascot. He would approach Jeffery first, somewhat surprised to hear that the manager had heard about him from his coworker who at the time was taking a few days off. Stephan, even more angered, calmly informed Jeffery about his “worrying conclusions,” presenting him with the false evidence he had managed to fabricate with his associates—photos, voice tapes of the ladies who gave him the idea the other day, and even videos taken at an intentional misleading angle of Keith simply hugging Cherry.

Jeffery had heard about Stephan’s deceiving tactics and second-nature through Michael before, and he was well aware that Stephan was just a stranger to him, not someone he should lightly take his word for. However, the mention of his daughter’s name and Keith’s “supposed” evil intentions struck a nerve, and he became horrified, sick, and furious. Without a second thought he immediately jumped the gun and rushed over to confront Keith, who was understandably taken aback when Jeffery began to accuse him of Stephan’s lies. 

The situation escalated to a fight in which Jeffery initiated when Keith tried to defend himself, not believing anything the singer told him. Stephan watched with satisfaction from the sidelines as the few other staff members began to rush over in a panic. It would flatter when Keith took the upper hand and reluctantly struck Jeffery with a powerful uppercut, sending his manager back in stumble, and despite his constant desperate denials, Jeffery shook off the punch and pulled out a small handgun of his—one gifted by Keith himself for a birthday. Consumed with rage and unknowingly thrilling Stephan, he unloaded the pistol on Keith, six shots to the chest, nearly killing him. 

If he were any smarter, Stephan would’ve left and let the situation play out tragically. However, like the gluttonous fool he was, he decided to step in and reveal himself, taunting Jeffery for believing his false evidence, sneering over his naivety and shock. He planned to blackmail Jeffery, knowing the man’s reputation was now at stake for killing the famous singer. Jeffery wasn’t going to want to face the consequences for it, wasn’t he? 

Before he could go any further with his plot though, his associates who helped him fabricate the entire scenario had a change of heart upon witnessing how far Stephan had let things go, both knocking the crook who blackmailed them first and bonding his wrists and ankles. 

Jeffery was sick to his stomach and tremendously mortified as he stared down at Keith’s body. He knew he had committed a second-degree murder, and he would be taken to prison. He rightfully deserved to. He let a complete make him do something irreversible, all based on lies. Jeffery knew he belonged behind bars, but he panicked. He couldn’t go to jail. His family would hate him. His wife, his daughter—Lord his daughter would completely want his guts to rot in a cell if she ever knew about this. He decided, as much as his own actions pained him, he could not let it happen. 

The staff wanted to tell authorities of what really happened—they had the camera tapes, Stephan’s made up evidence, and the handgun, everything. But Jeffery, all too terrified for his own being, shot down each of their concerns, threatening them with blackmail and even dragging them into the mess. Deep down he knew it was wrong—it was sinful, but he couldn’t bring himself to plead guilty. At least, not while Cherry was still so young. None of the staff members wanted to follow, but they too didn’t want their lives ruined either because of this, so in the end they hushed up and remorsefully went along with it. 

The staff and Jeffery covered up the incident to make it look like Stephan himself had killed Keith. The body was stuffed into the Boyfriend animatronic to make it look like Stephan tried to hide the corpse for later disposal. Unbeknownst to them however, Keith was still conscious during all of that. His final moments were spent stuffed inside the cage of his own creation, agonized and paralyzed, until finally he drifted off. 

Any evidence of Jeffery having killed Keith himself was destroyed. Any tapes, Stephan’s fabricated plot, and fingerprints were cleared away and shredded. Jeffery took the camera footage that caught the event, but before deleting it all permanently, out of guilt he copied it all to a spare VHS tape. He was a coward, and he hid the tape for the longest time, praying no one would find it until after he died of old age. 

Keith’s death was reported the early morning after, the news first reaching his family’s and Michael’s ear, and his body was properly taken care of. Stephan would be charged for first-degree murder and sent to prison for life, the new fabricated story being him having shot Keith instead. The truth stayed between Jeffery, the few unfortunate staff members, Stephan’s two associates, and hidden deep in the animatronic mascot. 

That same day, the news of Keith’s death was kept away from Cherry, who was ecstatic for her birthday with her friends at the Funkstaraunt. Though it wouldn’t be long before the official reveal of the mascot that she would see on the news about what had happened the night before. 

The poor girl, who was given honors to pull down the sheet over her long awaited surprise, would instantly be overwhelmed with grief and horror, along with the other boys and girls around her who also looked up to the singer who brought them so much joy. What was supposed to be an amazing day turned out to be one of Cherry’s nightmares in a flash as she began to cry, staring up at the dreaded words on the tv up by the corner that sent thousands of questions running across her little mind.

BREAKING NEWS: KEITH BURLINGTON “THE BOYFRIEND” FOUND DEAD

Unbeknownst to everyone, Keith’s spirit, which had latched onto the mascot after having been stuffed inside it, began to stir as his distorted subconsciousness managed to recognize the anguished wails of his little friends. Desperate to help, he gained control over the shell for a time and began to move, the sheet falling off his new form and gaining the attention of the weeping children below. 

His mind, twisted and confused as to what happened, and what was happening, instead focused on the tear-stained faces of the little boys and girls below, all whom he knew. He focused on Cherry, and the little ginger-haired boy beside her, and knelt down to them, his mechanical joints working perfectly for the first time. 

Hey, it’s okay. I’m still here. 

The working staff at the time were confused as no one had yet activated the animatronic, but they let it slide when all of the children—and even the older ones—started to lighten up a bit with the mascot’s presence. There was something about it that made them feel as though it was really Keith… even though they all knew it wasn’t. Or, at least, believed. 

For the rest of the day Keith’s spirit managed to stay awake for Cherry. There was an irresistible tiredness bearing down his consciousness though, tempting him to shut down again. However he stayed awake until he was sure Cherry and the kids were okay. Only then did he let his mind slip into the deep alluring darkness, and the Boyfriend went back to performing its usual programming for the rest of Cherry’s childhood.

Fast forward to the year 2011, now 22 years old and freshly out of college, Cherry gets news that the restaurant’s mascot’s remodel has been finished, and with her new culinary degree, she decides to go back to the Boyfriend’s Funkstaruant to work as the lead cook. Miraculously it’s been holding up fairly well for all of this time, but Cherry knows that ever since Keith had died the Funkstaraunt’s original spark had gone with him. Wanting to bring that feeling again to the place, she believes it’s a good place to start her career. 

She’s surprised to see a few familiar faces back there. More so when she learns they have the same goals in mind, too. 

She’s certain they can bring back The Boyfriend’s Funkstaraunt’s former glory, just like Keith had when she was little. 

Little did she and her new coworkers know, however, that there was more to the restaurant than she had known it for. For starters, The Boyfriend animatronic itself. 

BOYFRIEND AND CO. COPYRIGHT 1999 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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So has anybody ever tried to open up Animatronic Keith to see where the stuff he ate/drank went? Actually speaking of that, is there like a ghostly body system there or just what you expect whenever you open up an animatronic? /gen

There's nothing. It just poofs. Spooky magic stuff!

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So I's Was Chattin...

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I merged the sketch and didn't realize it til it was too late. Whatever.

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So how close exactly was Cherry to Keith before his death in the animatronic au? Is she still close to him in his current form even now? Was Cherry close to anybody else during her childhood before his death? Also was there any other youngin Keith shared a special bond with before his death? /gen

Close enough that she would call him Uncle Keith and talk about how cool he was with his Funkstaraunt at school with her friends. He was her idol, her inspiration, her best friend. Even after he died, she felt a closeness to the mascot ever since he first interacted with her that fateful birthday of hers. She feels the same closeness towards Boyfriend Animatronic as she did with Uncle Keith. Growing up after his death, a lot of people--her family and friends included--believed she was projecting onto the animatronic thinking he really is Keith (despite it being so) due to the pain of having lost him, and Cherry is aware of that, she always has been, and she understands. But she truly does feel something towards him. She can't explain it, but she's not the only one who feels this way.

Keith shared many connections towards regular customers at the Boyfriend's Funkstaraunt during his time, and employees too (as I've said before). Some of these people included were a ten years old Pico, Adams and Darnell. The latter often came over on the weekends whenever his mother was free from work, and he made a lot of friends at the place, some who were Pico and Cherry.

The former was often at the restaurant because Adams worked as the security guard and brought Pico along with him due to his anxiety of being left home alone. The little boy spent some time with Keith and other employees, and he'd grow somewhat of a bond with the singer, thinking of him as a secondary father figure and ultimately captivating Keith's heart when he overheard the little pup once refer to him as a "second papa."

There's more to it, but this is getting long enough for now : )

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I find it oddly sweet how the Keiths would team up to go after the strawberry twink for what he had done to Animatronic Keith's human self.

In a way, it really shows that, although some of them will often dislike or even outright hate each other over reasons that can range from petty yet still understandable to hilariously stupid petty reasons (totally not looking at you Regular Keith), none of them are petty and hateful to Animatronic AU Stephan's extent nor would any of them actually wish or want anything truly awful upon each other.

Well, at least that's how I see it. For all I know, I might be reading too much into that post and be very far off there lmao.

To be honest I think that's a great way to put it as an example. Yes some have their dislikes between each other, but even so it's not as deep as it is towards Animatronic AU Stephan. At most, probably a good fistfight to wear themselves out until "ugh, whatever, I'm tired, see ya." And the next time they meet they're like "Oh. Him. Cool. Anyways what burger did you say you want?" Well, excluding Bounty. He'd be staring like this

But otherwise no more harm, I'd say. Unless they're only one more burger left and they begin to fight for it /lh

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you: nobody isn’t allowed to kiss the Keith animatronic!

me who’s about to cover his face in kisses:

look you made him look VERY kissable I will smooch that animatronic

And I ooP-

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So how would Keith have reacted if he WASN'T able to eat food anymore? Asking solely out of curiosity lmao

Do you not realize how IMPORTANT food is to him!!

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How can you say no to him?? Of course you can stuff me in a suit BF!!