#animatronicabundance

[curseofbreadbear]

@horrifichaunts ❤’d!

[It was that time of year; a downpour of snow blanketed the streets and sidewalks, colorful lights adorned every house, and holiday songs overwhelmed every single radio station.]

[The holidays had historically been isolating for Fritz, at least since "the bite" and his divorce. His home never looked more festive than when the family had been together, but his holiday spirit oft took a toll whenever Bonnie wasn't around ( be it for visitation with her mother, or -- as was the case now -- being absent for work-related reasons ). At most, he'd put up their plastic tree and call it a day...]

[...But now that Fritz realized he had an extended family, he had a reason to revive the holiday cheer. Considering some unfortunate circumstances, his nephew probably wouldn't have anyone to spend the holidays with...so Fritz had extended an invitation. He had every intention of welcoming Mike into his side of the family, as he'd offered back when they first met...and this felt like a good first ( or seventh? ) step.]

[Luckily for him, Mike had responded to his invitation, and the two of them had planned out their holiday week. For once, Fritz spent a good part of his nights stringing lights, hanging decorations, and wrapping presents...anything to make his home seem "welcoming." He'd managed to bring some holiday spirit into his house once all was said and done, and he could only hope that it'd "stick" once his nephew flew in.]

[A trip to and from the airport later, Mike was officially "here." Fritz was quick to get them both inside ( lest they both freeze ), but once all was said and done, they'd made it home safe. Which meant, of course, that there was only one course of action left...]

❝ Cocoa? ❞ [Fritz offered; he'd gone out of his way to buy a couple of packs of hot chocolate ( with marshmallows, of course ). What better way to cope with the cold weather?] ❝ If you want, uh, we can watch a movie on the telly, decorate the tree, or...anything else, really. Up to you, kid. ❞

[staystillgregory]

@animatronicabundance asked:

"we don't have to talk to , if you don't want to. we can just sit together."

It was 3:48 A.M., and Gregory had woken up screaming. Upon waking, he had bolted for the smallest space he could find on short notice, which was why he was now hiding under the bed. Of course, Vanessa had come running.

Wide amber eyes met hers from where he peeked out. The boy was still breathing heavily, clearly trying to chase away the lingering remnants of a nightmare.

"...Do I have to come out?" Ever since that night, he felt safest when he was tucked away in what most would call a claustrophobic space. It reminded him of the one space in the Pizzaplex he had been safe - Freddy's hatch. "Can you just...sit near the bed? I don't want to leave. Please."

[prcttyinpcnk]

“Dad! You’re talking about me getting hurt, but look at you!”

Phiona just got done healing one of Freddy’s wounds with her magic, but there were still more to heal. If only she could’ve fought back, none of this would have happened!

“I’ve been fighting monsters, a people like this, since I’ve met my friends! That’s why I need you to trust me to know what to do here!!”

@animatronicabundance​ [ XXX ]

[fazeruined]

@animatronicabundance [//]

" Let it go. Hopefully it's gonna knock all the trash and ruin curtains enough to get the security lady in trouble for being so bad at her job! "

[classico-fazbear]

(animatronicabundance. gently handing you a yellow chicken who hates bad weather) " the storm’s getting worse. "

Freddy tilted his head, his gaze capturing the droplets of water as they splattered against the glass of the nearby window.

Just then, a roar of thunder echoed from the dark clouds and a strike of lightning zipped in and out of existence, brightening the room up with it's white light in a fraction of a second. The bear didn't even twitch at the sight, however, he only continued to watch fondly, a smile breaking through on his muzzle. It was a strange concept...a robot being absolutely fascinated by storms, no matter how threatening, he never saw them as scary, he saw them as inspiration. Something he strived to be, to harness. The power of nature, at times, the brown bear wished he could grasp it in his own paws, use it for his own gain. How different things might have gone if he were like that of a wild storm, if he had the willpower of one. To do what needs to be done without any...hesitation.

Alas, perhaps nothing would have changed at all.

Pulling himself out of his own thoughts, his attention went to Chica like that of a snap, who definitely seemed less fond of the harsh weather enveloping through the night sky, stealing away the stars, the moon-leaving nothing but pouring rain and the darkness. "...Indeed, it is." Fazbear answered simply but there was a strong note of concern, compassion in his next few words to the chicken. "Chica, my friend, I promise you are safe here no matter how it may look out there...why not step away from that window, stay closer to me?"

// @animatronicabundance

[redgentleengie]

"I feel... a *grave* disturbance in the Force."

[triiiplegoddcss]

“Mike, don’t even joke like that...”

Sky sighs, raising their glasses, so they can pinch the bridge of their nose. If there’s anyone that understand who understands how Mike feels right now, it’s them... but it’s nothing destroying yourself over. They’ve learned that the hard way. Mike’s not gonna learn that way. Not on their watch.

“Mike please. Just an hour or two. We have time... You can do the world any good, weak and tired... Please?”

[ X ] @animatronicabundance​

[glamgatorr]

"But I would- They're pretty good."

MONTY NO WE DO NOT EAT CHICKEN-

[braveburned]

(animatronicabundance, Cassie)🕯️

send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character.

★ — Cassie is his best friend. It's the first thought that enters Gregory's mind whenever he thinks of her. She is his best friend. He's never had a best friend before.

He cares about her deeply, and is fiercely protective. Almost like a guard dog. Even the slightly inclination that someone's being mean to her, and Gregory is at her side. He'd do nearly anything to keep her smiling.

His protectiveness is potentially to his detriment, though — Gregory is quick to brush off any concern she shows for him, and hides a lot from her. Like the fact that he's one of the missing children surrounding the pizzaplex. That there's more going on with Fazbear Entertainment than the public knows about. That he might be in danger purely because he escaped it all. That she may need to keep her guard up because of her proximity to him.

If Gregory could have traded places with Cassie when she began her descent into the ruins of the pizzaplex, he would have in a heartbeat. Anything to keep her happy vision of everything. Anything to keep her uninvolved with the darkness.

[curseofbreadbear]

@animatronicabundance​ ❤’d! ( for abby! )

❝ Shh! I hear footsteps! ❞

[androidafton]

@animatronicabundance asked: ( animatronicabundance, Gregbot Evan au) ∗ 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver .

It's night time and time for Mike's life long night guard duties. He'll never understand why they need to have more than one night guard, he can do it just fine on his own. But if the company insists that Vanessa is needed too, then fine. He'll handle the animatronics and she can handle everything else.

He lets out a sigh as he sits down near the stage, taking a small glance in the direction of his little stalker. Ok stalker is a bit harsh. Follower.

"I know you're there, Gregory. It's ok, you aren't in trouble. With me that is. I won't rat you out, promise."

[muutosarchive]

( animatronicabundance Charlie…a gremlin for Henry ) There’s a loud thump from the backyard of the Emily house. Opening the backdoor would reveal Charlotte laying in the bush that broke her fall, and the broken branch of the backyard tree laying with her. She’s quick to spring up with a bright grin for Henry though, leaves and bits of wood stuck in her curly hair. “Hi papa!”

inbox call / @animatronicabundance

𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 - the one in the backyard, out in the -- well, somewhere between a garage & a tool-shed. big enough for his liking, though sometimes spending a little too long behind it's closed doors. but charlie liked being in there with him enough, despite. however she's getting older now, & more rambunctious. which means she'd rather be off playing by herself. at least from what he's noticed. working on things for the restaurant taking precedent over the trinkets he'd created for her enjoyment, in the past.

however henry, today, is in the house. he's enjoying his day off with a beer, & washing the dishes for his wife (he tries to do some things to feel less like shit about working all of the time). he & william were busy, what -- with trying to keep the place up. not to mention the cartoon, the licensing deals.. two locations. & the man (will) thinks himself better than he is, at this point. what a surprise.

he's drying his hands idly with a rag when he opens the door. slowly, & almost absently stepping out & letting the door close behind him. he squints from the sun as he watches his girl pop up from the brush. "hi there, charlotte." he nods at her. hands still twisted in the white & red fabric. his lips in somewhere half-way between a grimace, & something worried. "are you alright, over there? [...] i have a feeling you are, but i just thought i'd ask anyway."

[fazeruined]

// @animatronicabundance (Glamrock Freddy) liked [//]

Once again it's night time in the Mega PizzaPlex, the lockdown having just initiated. Nearly no humans to worry about.

Once again, "Gretel" furtively gets the whole place to herself. Kind of.

The robots can be a problem for her stealth if she gets spotted, and there's a singular other human-- but she's fine with that, even. That human will get her just desserts when it's time.

But that time, doesn't seem to be tonight, unfortunately.

There's something else more pressing for Gretel to worry about tonight:

She opens her duffle bag, and in terms of edibles, she finds only 1/4 left of a burger, and she's starving. Stable, full meals, are a luxury. That 1/4 of a burger is long cold and maybe stale by now, but it still makes her mouth water. Yet, she painfully restrains herself from eating it just yet-- it's the only food left she has, she has to make it last.

Which means, tonight is the night of stealing more food. With her stomach quite audibly eloquent, Gretel snuck around the PizzaPlex, her aim being to make it over to the Atrium, where the most of the food places are located, like a hub.

[trapton]

( animatronicabundance Charlie) “ Uncle Will!” A bright smile from the young girl as she runs up to him, a yellow wild flower held above her head” I picked one each for papa and you, for good luck!” She had picked the flowers because they were yellow like a certain bear and bunny

🔧 @animatronicabundance (𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕)

𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 he laxly turns at the shouting. his heavy brows raising in delight, before he swings down to scoop the child into his arms, holding her at the waist with a shake of his shaggy tresses. "oh?" he asks. "why it's almost as lovely as you are, charlotte..." he tells her, [...] still smiling down at the flower as he took it between his fingers. "surely such a lovely flower can't be free of charge. [...] now; where is it that i left your payment?" brows furrow through his smile, before he ushers his fingers behind her ear to remove a quarter from the location. teeth peering in a hearty chuckle. "ah, right -- there you are." he speaks, holding it up awkwardly between to fingers, while still holding the flower. grinning at the girl, all the while.

[redgentleengie]

(( animatronicabundance Charlie) “Can I watch you work?” The question comes out before she can really think about it. She liked to watch her father tinker , so seeing someone else with some sort of project has her interest peaked

"Sure, little miss! Just performing some maintenance on this endoskeleton." Charlie was her father's daughter, and Jonathan had no trouble seeing how proud the man was to see the person he cared for most in the world sharing an interest in the work he loved to do.

The mechanic was replacing a spring that had snapped in one of the legs of the machine, unscrewing the screws that held it in place before inserting a new one. "See, this spring acts like a tendon in a human leg. It has a specific position it wants to be in," he said, squishing the new one between his hands and then stretching it apart, watching it return to the original state both times. "It pulls against the leg when the animatronic moves forward, and pushes against the leg when the animatronic moves backwards, to make sure they don't fall over while moving around the pizzeria or on stage."

@animatronicabundance

[aquaticflora]

glamrock and gregory