#but i REALLY wanted to do spring bonnie justice

[spence-whore]

Hii!! I don’t know if you take requests but if you do can you do a enemies to lovers fic with spencer? I would love if the person was best friends with Courtney too!

Summer Games

Spencer Agnew x Reader

A/N please keep in mind while reading this, I have no fucking clue how far things are in California from their office. I was just writing this as if they were traveling to somewheres that’s a good six to seven hours from where they usually locate for work. They wanted to pick up supplies and outfits for the videos but the shopping outlet that had everything they wanted was hours from where they were headed to. Also, I do not see Spencer as a dick lmao this honestly doesn’t match his personality from what we see. I don’t know if this is really an enemies to lovers but i hope this did your request justice <3 this one is a lil spicy, it alludes to smut but there isn’t smut.

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It was that time of year again that everyone loved. The entire office would make a trip out to a certain location and film the most out of pocket challenges for the Summer Games. This year they were all headed out to Bonnie Springs Ranch. Before heading there, they were all making a pit stop for the night and staying at a hotel because they all didn’t have the time to get some stuff from the stores. Their idea was that it would be easier to stay somewhere close to a shopping outlet than to go there then have to travel far the next day, to go to the store. You thought maybe, just maybe, you would get lucky and get to ride with Courtney, Olivia, Shayne, and Keith but nope. You were currently in the process of getting your stuff together, to be stuck in a car with Spencer and only Spencer.

“This will give you two the chance to talk everything out, you know?” You heard a voice say from behind you. You glanced around to see Courtney standing there, arms crossed, staring at you. You knew she was right but you did not want to admit that.

“I just don’t understand how I got stuck with him.” You said, turning around to face her. “Why couldn’t we have taken a car with someone else? Why do I have to get stuck with him and nothing else but camera equipment.”

Courtney just laughed and shook her head, “Why do you hate him so badly? He genuinely is not a bad guy. He is actually really funny and really sweet.” You just snorted and shook your head right back at her. “Okay, Court, I love you to death but you gotta remember, everyone loves you. You are such a sweetheart and so nice to everyone. So, of course, you have nothing but positive experiences with him. He just hates me and is rude towards me. I don’t know what it is.”

Little did you know, Trevor and Damien were currently having a similar conversation with Spencer.

“Dude, just admit that you have feelings for them. If you do, it will make your life so much easier.” Trevor said while spinning around in an office chair.

“I don’t have feelings for them. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Spencer said while gathering his stuff into his bookbag.

Damien scoffed and in a mocking tone said, “I don’t have feelings for them. Spencer, Brennan literally sat and showed me like five photos where you were looking at her like you were a child in a Lego store.”

“I just don’t understand how I got stuck with them. I literally said I would help with the vlogs on the way there.” Spencer explained, ignoring what Damien said.

“You’re gonna be real pissed whenever you hear the sleeping arrangements at the hotel.” Spencer heard from Shayne, who was approaching the conversation. No one knew who booked the rooms exactly but Spencer had a feeling that it was Ian. Ian had been on his back about admitting his feelings towards a certain someone. He had knew before Shayne had even said it.

“Please tell me you’re fucking kidding me.” Spencer said, flopping down into his office chair.

Back at your desk, Courtney and Angela, who had now joined the mix, were helping you grab your bags to put into your car. Angela was going on about how excited her and Amanda were to be apart of one of the summer games that the fans love so much.

The three of you were walking down the hall as you approach an elevator, you heard talking coming from the hall to the left of you. You glance over to see Trevor and Spencer walking and talking with bags in their hands.

“Can I please just get one break before this long car ride?” You mumbled to yourself as they got closer.

“Oh, uh, I’ll just another elevator.” You heard Spencer tell Trevor before they turned around and walked off.

“Y/N. You and him just need to make out and get it over with already.” Angela blurted out. This comment caught you so off guard and caused Courtney to lose it while walking into the elevator.

The three of you made it out of the building and made it over to your car before Spencer and Trevor arrived. The three of you were loading stuff into the car while making small talk before two cars pulled around to pick up Angela and Courtney.

“Please don’t kill each other.” Courtney whispered as she pulled you into a hug and gave you a soft smile.

You just went ahead and got into the car and waited on Spencer to get down there. A few minutes passed by and you hear two voices going on about some video game that was coming out soon.

“And yeah, they are supposed to have-“ One of the voice cut off and you realized it was because they noticed you were in the car and were waiting for you to pop the trunk.

“Oh, sorry.” You yelled back to the guys behind the car.

Spencer, Trevor, and Damien stood there putting a couple of bags into the trunk then filled the back seat with different bags of camera stuff, different laptops, and random supplies that had already been bought.

“Well, I suppose this is where we leave you two. Please don’t murder each other. Become like best friends or something at the end of this car ride.” You heard Damien say as he approached your window. He placed his hand on your shoulder and gave you a soft smile. “Drive safe, remember text if you have to make any stops or if there is anything wrong.”

Spencer got into the passenger seat and didn’t say anything to you. He just buckled in and sat back.

“Uh, you can play music if you want.” You whispered, awkwardly nodding towards his phone.

An hour passed by and the car ride was not that bad. The two of you had listened to some music till Spencer had fallen asleep. You were in an area where there wasn’t any traffic. You decided to grab Spencer’s phone to pause the music then turn on The Basement Yard’s new episode on Spotify. You glanced over at Spencer and he honestly looks kind of cute.

“What the fuck am I thinking?” You whispered to yourself and took a sip of your monster. “I’m just getting tired.”

The Basement Yard was only ten minutes in before you were losing it. You were having to constantly cover your mouth, trying to not laugh really loudly.

You heard stirring from beside you and could see Spencer sitting up slowly in his seat. “What are we listening to?” Spencer asked while rubbing at his eyes.

“Oh, I’m sorry if I woke you up. It’s the Basement Yard,” You tapped your phone and held it up to show him. “If you want, I can disconnect this and you can go back to playing music.”

He shook his head no while grabbing his Mountain Dew Kickstart. “It’s okay, you didn’t wake me up. We can listen to the rest of this episode. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of them before.”

There was something lingering in the air once he woke up. It went from really relaxing to really tense and awkward. It’s like the elephant of the two of yours relationship was sitting in the backseat.

Thirty more minutes had passed by and you couldn’t handle it. You just wanted to ask the question that had been lying on your chest. You just leaned forward, grabbed your phone, and paused the episode.

“Why do you hate me?” You asked bluntly before glancing over at Spencer.

Spencer looked like he had been shot at and was just staring at you blankly. He was quiet for a minute before speaking up, “I don’t hate you.”

All you could do was laugh. “That’s pretty funny because you are so nice to everyone else at the office. You crack jokes with everyone and everyone has nothing but nice things to say about you. You avoid me at all costs.”

Spencer took a big chug of his Mountain Dew Kickstart before turning in his seat to face you. “It’s because you honestly infuriate the shit out of me sometimes.” He says while staring at you, again with a blank expression.

“Please, tell me how I make you mad. If I’m being quite honest, I have been nothing polite to you till I got tired of your shit.” You said with a scoff and turning your head to make sure there was no traffic coming before making a turn.

“How in the hell could you not make me angry?” Spencer said before laughing. “You’re little miss perfect. Everyone in the office loves you. You could never do anything wrong. Hell, even the fans are absolutely obsessed with you.”

You were on a straight shot road, so you just turned your head to stare at him for a few seconds before shaking your head. “Little miss perfect? Seriously? Do I need to tell you how many times I hear about how much everyone loves you at the office? Don’t get me wrong, you are good at your job but oh my fucking god. It is praise after praise from everyone.”

Spencer just laughed before shaking his head and grabbing your phone. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Just keep driving.” He said and continues to podcast episode.

A few hours passed by and finally, you were approaching the hotel you all were staying at for the night. The second you pulled in, you jumped out of the car to see Courtney and Shayne standing by their car talking.

“Oh my god, hey you two didn’t kill each other!” You hear Courtney shout from across the parking lot. You just grabbed your bags and quickly walked towards them to head inside.

“Yeah, well I’m about to fucking wring his neck.”

You got inside and grabbed your key to your head then headed up the elevator. Before the door could close, Tommy and Ian were stepping in.

“How was your car ride?” Tommy asked with an innocent smile on his face.

“Oh, me and him are just absolutely besties now!” You said in a sarcastic tone and gave Tommy and Ian a fake smile.

“Hopefully it wasn’t too bad because you two share a room.” Ian said before giving you a soft smile and stepping out on his floor.

It was just you and Tommy left in the elevator as it went up a few more floors. “If it gets bad between you two tonight, you can always come to my room.” Tommy offered and placed his hand on your arm, giving it a soft squeeze.

“It’s just so tiring because I don’t understand why he hates me.” You said giving him a frown.

“Sweetheart, maybe you need to take a moment to think about why it bothers you so much.” He said before giving you a knowing look.

You would never admit it out loud but you had feelings for the person he is whenever he isn’t around you. How could you not? You see how he is with everyone whenever you aren’t in the room. He is always so happy and laughing. God, his laugh was like music to your ears. He is such a beautiful man. He is just so nice to look at. Whenever you enter the room, it’s like seeing a little kid who had their favorite toy taken away.

You and Tommy stepped out on the hotel floor and gave each other polite goodbyes before heading towards your rooms on the opposite sides of the hall.

You entered the room, looked around, then decided to get settled in for the night. There were two seperate beds and a bathroom. You placed your bags onto the bed you planned on sleeping on then grabbed your stuff you needed to shower. You figured Spencer wouldn’t be there for a while, so you would just grab your clothes whenever you were finished. You were wrong though.

A few minutes into you showering, Spencer entered the room and just flopped down on his bed. He laid there for a few minutes before sitting up and scooting to the top of the bed and got on his phone. Neither you or him knew the kind of night that was ahead.

You turned the shower off and dried off, standing there for a few minutes to see if you ever heard anything. “I guess he’s sleeping in another room or staying with someone till late as possible.” You whispered to yourself while wrapping your towel around you. You grabbed the door handle and swung the door open to see Spencer sitting on his bed, scrolling through an app.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t think to grab my clothes cause I didn’t think you would come straight here.” You said awkwardly apologizing while stepping out of the bathroom. You quickly shuffled to your bag to grab your pajamas for the night.

“Why did you think I wasn’t coming here? This is my room too, you know.” Spencer said, glaring over at you.

All you could do was laugh, “I’m not arguing with you while I’m naked Spencer. Can we actually have a civil conversation for once and figure this the fuck out?” You were so tired of him throwing hateful comments your way.

He didn’t say anything, so you went back into the bathroom to change into your clothes.

Little did you know, Spencer wasn’t saying anything because he was fighting not telling you why he couldn’t stand being in a room with you for more than a minute.

“Okay, can we please just talk about this?” You said turning the corner and sitting atop your bed.

Spencer felt like he couldn’t breathe. You irritated the shit out of him but god, there was something about the way you looked right now that was making him melt. The way your hair looked pushed back out of your face, the way your sweatpants hugged your hips yet were so baggy, the way your shirt was so baggy. You just looked so soft and comfortable. He was fucked.

“I’m really not in the mood to talk about this right now, Y/N.” Spencer said before rolling over and turning the light off that was sat on the table beside his bed.

Something just snapped in you and you started tearing up. You don’t know why but god, it made you feel like an idiot. “I just want to know what I did to you, Spencer.” You whispered trying to not start sobbing. You noticed whenever you said this, his entire body tensed up. “It’s so stupid but I have this thing where I want everyone’s approval. I know I shouldn’t care if someone doesn’t like me. I guess it’s just tied to my trauma or whatever.”

He turned around slowly on his side and he had some hesitation in his movement. He just pushed himself up and stared at you. The look on his face just made you ramble even more.

“I have never felt good enough for people. So, I put on this huge persona. I guess you could compare it to masking. I feel like I have to be this upbeat, perfect person that is never allowed to be tired or depressed. I always think maybe my personality will make up for my looks because I absolutely hate myself. Maybe if I always make others laugh or smilie, they’ll overlook my weight or my hair or-“ Spencer cut you off by laughing and you felt like a complete idiot.

“Do you realize how stupid you are?” Whenever he said this, it felt like someone stuck a knife into your chest. “Shit, I worded that so badly. You are not stupid. You’re actually one of the smartest people I know.” He started to stand up from his spot and come towards you, “Is it okay if I sit here?” He said softly, pointing to a spot beside you.

At this point, it was like the damn in you broke. You couldn’t stop crying. It was like seeing you cry made that spot soften up so much for you in him.

“I don’t hate you. I should’ve just swallowed my pride and just talked to you.” Spencer whispered before laughing.

“You don’t have to lie, Spencer. I don’t blame you for avoiding me and never talking to me. I’m literally the most obnoxious person. I’m just always so ov-“

Spencer didn’t think. He just grabbed your face and kissed you. You didn’t kiss him back, you just froze. You never thought there was at any point in this world he would do something like that.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have done that.” Spencer said standing up really quickly and grabbing his jacket off his bed.

You jumped up really fast and grabbed his wrist before he could run. “Please don’t leave me.” You whispered. You couldn’t get any other word out than that. He just stared at you for a minute before talking. “I think I’ve avoided you all of this time because I never wanted to admit to myself how in love I am with you, you know? I thought maybe if I avoided you, I wouldn’t have to face these feelings and deal with the potential heartbreak of getting rejected.” He said as he sat slowly on his bed with you still holding onto his wrist.

“Wait, what did you just say?” It was like your brain shut off the second you heard him say, “how in love I am with you.”

He started to repeat himself but he stopped talking because you couldn’t stop laughing. He was just staring at you like you were crazy. You were stood in front of him, just cracking up, still holding onto his wrist. You let it go and just stepped closer to him, between his thighs. He stared up at you with this confused look.

“Spencer?” You asked, still giggling.

“Yes?” He responded, scared of where this conversation was about to go.

“You’re telling me, we have avoided each other for years because we both started to develop feelings for each other. We acted like literal school children and became hateful towards each other because we have feelings for each other.” You explained still chuckling over the situation.

“Wait, excuse me?” Spencer asked leaning back a little to look up at you with this bewildered look.

You just did the only thing you could think of and that you wanted to do. You slowly tested the waters, placing one knee on one side of his thigh and looked at him. He realized what you were doing and his hand immediately went to the side of your thigh. You placed your hand on his chest and pushed him back on the bed before placing your other knee on the other side of his thigh.

“Say the word and I’ll stop.” You whispered looking down at him.

“Please don’t.” He responded, leaning upwards to wrap his hands around your neck and pulled you down on top of him.

Hours passed by and before you knew it, it was morning.

You were woke up to your alarm going off and you slowly sat up in your bed. “Noooo.” You hear a voice groggily say beside you before you pulled back down.

Spencer was immediately glued to your side and stuck his face onto the side of your neck, placing soft kisses down your neck and down to your collarbone.

You reached over to your phone while giggling, trying to push him on. The second your phone hit your hand, it started blowing up with notifications.

It flashed and all you saw was a text from Courtney

Courtbort

when i said become friends, i didn’t mean keep us up all night banging LMAO

[sufferthesea]

So does anyone else feel that the blonde boy who is the leader of the ghost children in the FNAF movie is actually William Afton's son?Because I do. (pls bear with me; it's been YEARS since I've gone through all the lore and I may be missing something totally obvious, but this is what I got from watching the film twice and my general knowledge of the games.)

I feel like the filmmakers were trying to throw off the audience (really, the diehard fans who know all the lore) by naming the protagonist "Mike", since Michael is William Afton's son's name. And everyone knows that movies have to have some sort of secret familial reveal. In the games, Afton's daughter is dead and his son is alive. If they made his daughter alive in the film (Vanessa), then they may have just switched their stories and made his son dead. Here are some reasons why I think the ghost kid is William Afton's son:

1) He's blonde with blue eyes, just like William and Vanessa (which doesn't necessarily mean much but the casting department seemed pretty good with keeping family members looking alike)

2) He is the only ghost child who speaks (the ghost possessing Foxy screams when he cuts Mike with the hook, but none of the kids actually speak aside from the ghost who speaks to Max and lures her into the back of the pizzeria, where she is killed by Freddy. But these are very limited lines; the main ghost kid has whole conversations with Mike and reasons/bargains with him)

3) He possesses Golden Freddy, not the original Freddy (there's even a line when he shows up at Mike's house and Abby says, "Freddy!" and he responds, "Not Freddy") while William Afton possesses Spring Bonnie/Springtrap. Golden Freddy's file name is "Yellowbear" and in the film, Springtrap is called "Yellow Rabbit"

4) He is the one who tries to kill Abby in order to make her join the other ghost children. He's also the one who tries to make the deal with Mike: give us your sister and you can have your brother back

5) He is the only animatronic that we see actually leave the pizzeria, when he arrives at Mike's house and kills Aunt Jane. All the other animatronics/ghosts stay at the pizzeria. It's possible this is because all of the other ghosts only remember the pizzeria (it is where they would have met and been killed by William Afton), but the main ghost would have remembered life outside of the pizzeria (because he would have spent time with his dad, William Afton, outside of the pizzeria). Although Abby does mention her "friends" before she even goes to Freddy's, Golden Freddy's ghost is the only one we see for certain outside of the pizzeria

6) The animatronics/ghosts are nice to Vanessa, even though she is an adult. If the main ghost remembers Vanessa (whether consciously or subconsciously), then he may still have love for her as a sibling, and told the other ghosts to not hurt her. This may also be why he wants to kill Abby. He remembers having a sister, but since Vanessa is an adult now, he needs to have a sister who is similar in age to him (i.e. Abby)

7) At the end of the film, he is the one who looks in on a dying William Afton and closes the door, keeping William locked up. While this could be explained as a victim finally getting revenge on their abuser/murderer, the ghost really reads as a bit of a psychopath. Perhaps William Afton's murderous tendencies were passed down to his son. The other kids, who were also murdered by William Afton, are nowhere in this scene. If it really is supposed to be a moment of justice/triumph, shouldn't all the kids be there?

8) Vanessa isn't a serial killer, but she does clean up all the bodies and hide the truth. Why would she? Mike says that William Afton "really messed [her] up" and we assume that Vanessa is doing all of this to protect her dad. But she doesn't visit her dad; she goes every night to visit the animatronics. This could be guilt over her knowing that her dad killed them and she couldn't/didn't do anything, OR it could be that she is really just there to see her brother. And if she were to report the murders/bodies to the police, it would likely end up in more deaths, but she also would never be able to see her brother again if his body were removed from Golden Freddy and he was finally "laid to rest"

9) Vanessa having a dead brother would parallel Mike and Garrett. It would also explain why she is so kind to and protective of Abby. If Vanessa is a sister who couldn't protect her own sibling, then she would try to protect someone else's sibling

10) In the drawing Abby does that she pins to the wall in the pizzeria (the one that "wakes up" the kids to the truth), she doesn't draw the kid who possesses Golden Freddy. She draws Springtrap killing the kids who possess Bonnie, Chica, Freddy, and Foxy. The other kid she draws looks like Garrett (red shirt and dark hair/hat). So where is the Golden Freddy ghost? He's once again singled out as being different from the other ghosts. (Side note, if Garrett WAS killed by Springtrap/in the pizzeria, where is his body? Is he in Mr. Cupcake? Or Balloon Boy? They are way too small to hold an entire body, even a child's.)

As for why William Afton would kill his own son, there are different reasons we can come up with. The film says that all five of the ghost kids are the ones who were killed during the birthday party that caused the pizzeria to shut down. It's possible that the main ghost, his own son, was William Afton's very first victim and that the other four kids were a result of an unintended killing spree. It could be that William Afton originally only killed the four kids, and his son caught him and so William Afton killed him to keep him quiet. (He didn't kill Vanessa because the film shows how loyal she is to him, even if it's been trained into her via abuse/manipulation. Vanessa seems to be rather softhearted and emotional, and she still has the photo of herself as a child with her dad, even though she KNOWS who and what he is. She could have destroyed all evidence of her relationship to him, but she KEEPS it. And she keeps it in a place that is easily accessible to a degree, because she has it on her when she tells Mike the truth. Plus, she's shocked when William stabs her. Although she shot him, it was really just to stop him, not kill him. After everything she has done for him, she is shocked that he would try to kill her. Her brother, on the other hand, may have been similar to William in that he is a burgeoning murderer, but he likely rebelled against William and didn't do what he asked. If William couldn't manipulate, control, or use his son the way he could use his daughter, then his son was a liability and an obstacle. He may have even tried to use his son to lure in potential victims, like the kids at the pizzeria, posing as their "friend.")

It could also be that the four were intentionally murdered, but his son was an accident -- like in the games, when Afton's daughter Elizabeth is killed by Circus Baby on accident. Maybe his son was killed by Golden Freddy on accident, especially if he saw that his dad could wear the Spring Bonnie springlock suit without issue. He may have tried to wear the Golden Freddy springlock suit and it killed him. He may not have even died on the pizzeria property, considering he can leave the pizzeria and Abby never drew him being killed by Springtrap. He may have been murdered at home by William Afton and NOT by Springtrap.

Anyway, those are my thoughts about it. I'm going to rewatch all the playthroughs for the games and maybe I'll find something else.

[feamyngthesuperb]

I'm not usually one for doing these, but this idea from @marauderswolf22 is pretty cool and I want in on talking about the shit I like.

3 (or another number, but three is always good) songs that bring back fond memories or feelings, or that just make your day better (I will also be including my favorite lyric(s) from each):

1. Inkpot Gods by The Amazing Devil — My favorite song by them, and they have really good songs. The whole thing sounds defiant and bittersweet and hopeful. These aren't tears, just rain that wasn't brave enough to fall. That's not the dark, it's the gods upturning their inkpots because even they are afraid of what your existence means to them.

If I don't make it back from where I've gone

Just know I loved you all along.

2. Stars from Les Misérables — This is the song that explains the antagonist, Javert's, motivation and worldview more than any other (and he has just revealed that he was born in a jail. From the gutter, just like our protagonist Jean Valjean.). He addresses the stars, always standing in their rightful places in the sky and never faltering from their course and aim. He is on the side of justice and the law. Valjean is not. The morality is clear. And he will not stop until he has done what he must.

You know your place in the sky

You hold your course and your aim

And each, in your season,

Returns and returns

And is always the same.

And if you fall as Lucifer fell

You fall in flames!

3. I Wanna Be In The Cavalry / I Wanna Be In The Cavalry: Reprise

Two songs. The first reflects the hopeful, optimistic, excited nature of a young cavalry soldier as he sings of the striking image he'll leave, his shining saber, carbine, and Remington, and how he wants to have a good horse like his forefathers. The song ends with him acknowledging that he won't make it back.

The reprise is from a soldier far wiser and far more scarred. He sings of their initial faith in their orders despite being outgunned and not standing a chance. He sings of the horses that have died under him, of the excitement and celebration as he and his comrades left their hometown, only to have that hope fade as their uniforms wore through, frostbite set in, and disease spread. And of the hopes all lying dead and broken after what they had done and gone through.

With morale in doubt and our pride run out no honour did I see

All I seen were a thousand dreams piled dead in front of me.

4. The Summer of '46 by Robin Laing

The Battle of Culloden, on April 16th 1746, marked the end of the highland culture. As retaliation they faced a genocide of their culture, with tartan and kilts banned on pain of prison and transportation to a British colony for years. It was only in 1782, 26 years later, that this ended. Still, what had once been was dead.

The Summer of '46 tells the story of what happened following that battle on Drumossie Moor through the eyes of a man on the run with Bonnie Prince Charlie, the leader of the Jacobite Rising that had threatened the British, as they find themselves on the run in the Highlands.

Some men are most attracted to the cause that can't be won

Life has many flickering ghosts to make us hide and run.

5. Those You've Known from Spring Awakening

A beautiful song about staying alive and remembering the loved ones who have gone, sharing their stories.

Those you've known

And lost still walk behind you

All alone

They linger till they find you

Without them

The world grows dark around you

And nothing is the same

Until you know that they have found you.

If they're up to it, I'd love to see what others have for this. Don't feel obligated, though! @magiclynx @eyrie-of-synapses @emotional-support-werewolf

[bunnysuitconman]

So is GlitchTrap a robot or guy in a rabbit suit ?

OH THIS GOT LONG-

SHORT ANSWER: yes! and more!

LONG ANSWER:

Okay okay, MY personal continuity is my own and probably diverges alot from actual canon. You basically have split timelines here as in the first 8 games are their own self contained story with that ending where everyone is burned and William afton is in fnaf hell for all eternity. But in the release of Help wanted its revealed that the previous Fnaf games are within universe fictional games that fictionalized scott cawthon commissioned by Fazcorp in order to fictionalize and bury any news about William Afton's murders and later dissaperance. It's never stated but i assume that Fazcorps suing of fictional Scott was also the plan or atleast became that plan after the success in order to further drive the narritive of that William afton's murder is an urban legend and it "damaged" the fazcorp brand, likely leading to settlement out of court and things like character rights being handed over and Fazcorp leaning into the horror concept, thus why you see characters like ennard on a cardboard standee in security breech and the "dr.scraptrap" arcade machine.

SO Glitchtrap, to me, is the costume that William put on to do the majority if not all of his child murdering. In fnaf 3 there is kind of a hint towards it's existance and it interlinks with the crying childs death. After the bite of 83' happened the Springsuits where "temporarly out of use" and replacement suits where found on short notice and are implied to be not of the best quality (thus glitchtraps visible stiching and wall eyed nature) Where fnaf 3 diverges is of course that William is using Spring Bonnie to lure children into the back room, while in the help wanted pizza party section he's Glitchtrap. Now, it makes a little more sense to me that he used the glitchtrap costume seeing as murder is a messy job and when you've experianced first hand that just, tears can set off the spring locks in a suit you wouldn't want to risk getting yourself crushed so easily when you have an established costume that staff know should be used.

William Afton still IS in spring bonnie though he still becomes springtrap, now if i had it my way i would personally make it canonical that William wasn't seeing ghosts and he got inside of springbonnie in order to scare them, Henry Emily forced him inside springbonnie in an act of vigalante justice. But this isn't supported by anything and it's just a me thing because i like the idea that Henry Emily was previously shown in the hero role in the previous games but in reality he was a more flawed man who fucked up in these ways.

so forward to help wanted, old code is extracted from old circitboards in order to help the game development and supposedly they scan in springtrap. William being intertwined with springtrap he's essentially a ghost in the machine in a sense, his "body" is whats left of springtrap, now burntrap. but his "mind" is glitchtrap, there is and isn't an actual body in there, it's a, thing? Several things?

the purest form of his soul is the pixelated goop monster in princess quest.

Another instance of his "body" and "mind" being two seperate things is Burntraps laugh and Vanessas missing lines. Burntrap has a very normal, laugh that turns very glichty and corrupted, and Vanessa has cut lines that sound like a largely regular conversation where she's being scolded by her higher ups which i believe would of been the reveal that the really normal sounding voice was coming out of the shambling corpse of burntrap, though in turn the reveal could of been that Vanessa's one sided conversation was just that she can only hear him as he exists within her. He's in the glitchtrap suit to me because of his high emotional connection to the suit and also because it's in his nature as a ghost to repeat his actions and the defining point in his life was his downward spiral and murdering all them kids, even though he's still very sentient to me he's still trapped in a cycle, because Cassidy is arguably the one that is just as sentient as he is, in my concept it's more interesting to me that Cassidy, the most human we've ever seen her in princess quest is the reason why William keeps coming back, as a child killed never been able to live her life, her desire to live in these estranged ways from reality and repeatedly have revenge on william in order to be the hero of her own story is tragic! Now i personally don't like the whole "vanny is possessed" thing though, it's pretty much there in SB's endings, i like giving her some agency in her murders, but with how Williams ghost interacts with technology and also people he's possibly like a hive mind? split apart, the possibility that he can possess or live in many different people, and in secuirty breech it was implied that help wanted might of been shipped with the glitch maze arcade machine and fazcorps further fictionalization of william supposedly making sure that glitchtrap is an intended feature and not a bug dispite the side effects of mind invasion you get if you delve deep enough into the game.

So um, hopefully my rambling isn't too nonsensical, i'm sure you can poke many a hole into it but Glitchtrap is a guy in a suit, Glitchtrap is a robot, glitchtrap is a computer virus and he's also a ghost, he's everything and everyone <3

[somerabbitholes]

Hello! As summer draws close I finally have more time to read. Do you have any non-fiction recommendations? Or just any book that you find interesting and engaging. Thanks a lot!🌸

hi, i'm sorry i'm late! here you go, off the top of my head—

let's get the olivia laings out of the way first: the lonely city, the trip to echo spring, to the river, everybody, and funny weather if you want collected essays and writings

the old ways by robert macfarlane: about walking and how landscapes are culturally preserved across time

empire of cotton by sven beckert: looks at colonization, imperialism, capitalism through the production of cotton; really well done

sweetness and power by sidney mintz: like empire of cotton, but about sugar; and mintz also mixes anthropology with history to study how sugar is consumed and experienced; it's really fun to read

bookshops by jorge carrion: everything about bookshops, what they mean, what makes them, how we encounter them; it's so poetic. also see his against amazon and other essays, which sort of adds to the things he writes about in bookshops

figuring by maria popova: looks at how people have thought about the world and have tried to understand it; i love that it looks at genius and creativity as inherently collaborative projects; insane big brain energy

when we cease to understand the world by benjamin labatut: a little like figuring in terms of its principle (interconnected people, ideas etc) but very different in its outlook; very well written; i'm halfway through and i'm loving it

the end of the end of the earth by jonathan franzen: essays on climate change and living in a global warming world; you may or may not agree with him, but these are engaging essays

justice by michael sandel: a brief overview of what justice means and how we deal with the philosophical and political concept; also has his theory of what justice should be. and although i haven’t read it, i would also recommend his the tyranny of merit

why we swim by bonnie tsui: pretty much what it says; if you like water/swimming, i would definitely recommend; but otherwise too, it’s so well written and has so much to offer

you’ll also find more in the book recs tag. hope you find something you like!

[lisbonsteresa]

Fallout (post 2x12)

The day after the food festival was the busiest day Bess had ever seen at the Claw. Winning the chowder competition had brought in - or maybe brought back - wave after wave of diners, and by the end of the day she was exhausted but happy (and very proud to say that she had not dropped a single dish). She sat at the bar, resting her feet and marrying the ketchups while George took care of the last few stragglers and Ace - 

Well, Ace was staring intently at the closed office door with a sour look on his face. The same door that had shut behind Nancy and Nick five minutes earlier after she’d pulled him aside and quietly asked to talk to him in private.

Bess could hear murmured voices coming from inside, and while she couldn’t deny that part of her was dying to know what they were being so secretive about, she was more than a little surprised to see Ace so interested. “You know,” she began, setting the ketchup bottles back onto the bar and sidling over to lean against it next to Ace, “instead of trying to bore a hole through the door with that glare, you could send me in. I’m very good at ‘accidentally overhearing’ things”.

She’d expected that to get a chuckle out of him, or at least a smile, but if anything his expression only darkened. “No thanks.” He said flatly. “I already know what they’re talking about.”

“And are you planning on bringing the rest of us into the loop?” She could feel her face falling into something dangerously close to a pout. “Platanchors are meant to share things, you know - that’s what I’m here for.” He didn’t respond and his eyes stayed fixed on the door. “Is this about your brother?” she tried instead. “Did he make contact with you again? Is that where you and Nancy went yesterd-”

“Bess, please just drop it.” he interrupted, pushing off from the bar and stalking towards the storeroom. 

She watched him go, caught in shock for a moment at his brush off, before she rushed after him. He was already fiddling with his locker by the time she caught up, jabbing maybe a bit too hard at his hunched shoulder. “No I will not ‘just drop it’! I understand that this is a sore subject for you Ace, and I know you and Nancy have your own….thing going on,” he turned towards her with a pained expression at this, but she was too fired up to wonder why. “but you are my best friend, and if you think I’m just going to let you stand around sulking when I might be able to do something about it -”

“Hey!” George’s voice cut in from across the room as she poked her head through the doorway. “Can we save the dramatics for a closed restaurant? We just started getting people back in the door, and I don’t want whatever’s going on here” - a sudden “What?!” in Nick’s voice came from the direction of the office - “…or there to scare away the night owls.”

Bess turned away from Ace with a huff, perching herself on the bench with her back to him and crossing her arms in annoyance. “I’ll stop being dramatic when Ace stops keeping secrets.”

“Really? We can’t have one day of peace?” George sighed as she crossed the room, stopping in front of the bench and staring expectantly at Ace with her arms folded and an eyebrow raised. “Alright, spill it string bean”

“It’s not a secret” he protested weakly, dropping onto the bench next to Bess and swinging his legs over so they were facing the same way, avoiding eye contact the whole time. “I just don’t want to to talk about it.”

“Then you shouldn’t have let me get involved,” George snorted, “because now you’re not leaving without telling us what’s going on”

Ace looked back and forth between them, his face utterly miserable, before leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees and stare at the floor. “Nancy recanted her testimony.”

“She what?!” It was hard to tell who between George and Bess looked more shocked.

“She went to the DA and told her she no longer believes Everett was responsible for the Bonny Scot sinking.”

“No she did not -” George spun on her heel before even finishing her sentence and marched up the stairs out of the room. A moment later they could hear the office door click open and slam closed, and her voice joined the muffled (but rapidly increasing in volume) conversation happening inside.

Bess looked almost beside herself. “But I don’t understand….why - how could she do that? She has more reason to distrust the Hudsons than almost anyone. With everything she knows about their shady dealings…what they did to that crew…what they did to Lucy?” Ace’s face grew more and more pained with every word. “Nancy doesn’t want anything to do with them; she hates even being in the same sentence as Everett…why would she help him like this?”

“Because of me.” Ace’s voice was dull as he lifted his head to finally look her in the eye.

“What?”

“This guy, Daniel West, he wanted information that Nancy and I helped Grant find. My brother.” He added, answering Bess’s question before it left her mouth, but continuing on before she could even think to form the countless others his bare-bones explanation brought up. “He grabbed me at the festival and used me as a bargaining chip. To save me, Nancy had to give him the information. And to keep the information from getting to the wrong people, she had to call Celia -”

“And Celia didn’t wait to cash in a favor in return.” Bess finished for him, horrified understanding flooding her face. 

Ace nodded sullenly. “And now a murder is probably going to go free and Nancy has to watch her bio-family cheat justice again because of what she did and it’s my fault.”

“Oh Ace no, it’s not your fault.” Bess murmured, wrapping her arm around his shoulders in an attempt to give any kind of reassurance she could. “There’s no way you could have known what that West guy was willing to do. We’ll just have to find another way to beat the Hudsons, but no one is to blame for this, and I know Nancy would say the same thing. I mean she would probably have done what she did for anyo-”

“But she didn’t do it for ‘anyone’, did she?” Ace finally snapped, springing up from the bench and leaving Bess’s arm to drop back to her side with a smack as he paced back and forth, his face contorted with more anger and guilt than she had ever seen him express before. “She did it for me, Bess! And now not only do I have the deaths of everyone on that ship on my conscience; I have the death of Nancy’s integrity too!”

“Don’t worry.” a weak voice called out, and they both looked up suddenly to see Nancy standing in the doorway to the kitchen, hands twisting in the strap of her bag and eyes wet. “I can’t speak for anyone on the Bonny Scot, but I’m pretty sure my integrity died the moment I found out I’m a Hudson.” It almost seemed like she was trying to make the words into a joke, but her mouth kept twisting into a grimace instead of a grin, and tears had started streaming down her face. She waved Bess back when she moved to get up and comfort her, then with a watery “See you tomorrow” she ran down the steps and out of the Claw, the back door slamming behind her with a bang that shook the bulletin board hanging on the wall next to it. 

Ace rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet for a beat, looking like he was having a fierce argument with himself before dragging a hand through his hair with a frustrated groan and following Nancy out of the building. A strained call of “Nancy, wait -” floated into the storeroom before the door closed with another tremendous bang and Bess was left sitting on the bench alone, with her head in her hands, wondering how in the world they were ever going to fix this.

[gxrlcinema]

cym as comfort characters!!

@elijahs-wife as alex manes (roswell: new mexico). just trying to do the right thing. wants to find love that doesn't hurt. could pull anyone.

@divine-mistake as hope mikaelson (the originals/legacies). angry witch. strong sense of justice. too many feelings, not enough healthy coping mechanisms.

@babycap as steve rogers (marvel cinematic universe). vintage aesthetic. bestie for the restie. good old fashioned morality. helps everyone by refuses to help themself.

@tripleyeeet as pierre bezukhov (natasha, pierre, and the great comet of 1812). "all i do is drink and read and drink and read and drink". everyone loves them. loves to party. will duel you over their wife.

@hellotvshowtrash as rose tyler (doctor who). underestimated. came out to have a good time. radiates good vibes. best smile award.

@dizzydancingdreamer as amy pond (doctor who). sassy. ready to fight everyone at the drop of a hat. ultimately, just wants someone who will make them feel loved.

@lady-salvatore as sonya rostova (natasha, pierre, and the great comet of 1812). loyal friend. will stand by you even when you make a bad move. underrated gem of a human.

@dumble-daddy as the eleventh doctor (doctor who). chaotic. old man in a young person's body. constant state of confusion. enjoys weird food combinations. truly believes that bowties are cool.

@thatweirdoleigh as moritz stiefel (spring awakening). doing their best. innocent child™. sweet little baby in a world full of pain.

@mikaelsonsdeservedbetter as bonnie bennett (the vampire diaries). blessed with the gift of magic. will bring you ice cream after a breakup. trying really hard right now.

[dailyaudiobible]

05/21/2019 DAB Transcript

1 Samuel 29:1-31:13, John 11:55-12:19, Psalms 118:1-18, Proverbs 15:24-26

Today is the 21st day of May. Welcome to the Daily Audio Bible. I am Brian. It's awesome to have this time together around the global campfire and allow God's word to speak to us. And it’s kind of a special day. We’ll be finishing the book of first Samuel today, which has mostly been the story of King Saul. But of course, King Saul's story is irreplaceably or irreversibly intertwined with David. So, we’ll be finishing up that story today and then moving into second Samuel tomorrow where we’ll be beginning to put our focus on David and his rise to kingship. But first, first Samuel chapter 29, 30, and 31. We’re reading from the Christian Standard Bible this week.

Commentary:

Okay. So, as we concluded, the book of first Samuel today. We also reached the conclusion of King Saul's life along with his three heirs to the throne, including Jonathan who was in covenant with David and loved David. And, you know, David was about to go into battle with the Philistines against Jonathan, like against his fellow Hebrews because he had defected and become a Philistine to save his own life, because the king of Israel, King Saul, was intent on destroying him. So, we read the story and we know how this goes. They actually marched from Ziklag in the South, in the transition zone into the desert all the way up into the Jezreel Valley, a long way, three days journey by marching and that would actually have been moving fast. David was gonna go into battle but the Philistine…the other Philistine leaders were like, “you know, if he turns on us in the middle of this, if he's really a warrior then, you know, things could go really, really bad for the Philistines.” So, they sent him away. They marched all the way back to Zikzag only to find out the Amalekites raided Ziklag and burned it and taken everything and everyone. So, they go in pursuit and they get all of their stuff back and destroy their enemies but as they're fighting the Amalekites and destroying their enemies who had destroyed their city, up in the north of the Philistines have destroyed the Israelite army and have killed the king. And when they discover the king's body they beheaded him and then they hung his body on the walls of Beth-shan. Beth-shan is a magnificent archaeological ruin in the north of Israel, just south of the Sea of Galilee a little bit. And we’ve filmed there many times. It's included in the Promised Land films as is Ziklag. And, so, we end first Samuel with the death of Saul and we’ll pick up Second Samuel tomorrow and begin to follow the story right where we left off, but we’ll begin to be focusing upon David.

In the gospel of John, we are approaching Jesus final days. And I know that we just came through Easter and good Friday and we did everything we could to reverence the moment. And, so, we kind of find ourselves in this territory again and maybe thinking, “we just kinda went through this couple weeks ago, like a month ago.” However, this is the last time this year we will be going through this territory in the Bible. This is the last time that this story will come to us through the Gospels because we are moving our way to the conclusion of the Gospels. John is the final gospel and we’ll move from here into the book of acts and all that begins to come next. So, as we are right at the front end of this territory let's go ahead and make a mental note to truly embrace what we’re reading and once again profoundly understand what God did on our behalf to rescue us.

Prayer:

Jesus, we do thank You. Every day we thank You. And may our lives be living thanks to You, a living memorial to what You have done, a living sacrifice to reveal Your kingdom in this world. We are so deeply grateful that our words…there is no way to string them together for them to be anywhere near the magnitude of what they deserve. Language fails in this area. We give our lives to You completely, unreservedly. We trust You and we invite You into this retelling in the gospel of John of the sacrifice that You made on our behalf. But we also ask, Holy Spirit, that as we transition between the books of first and second Samuel, and between King Saul and the emerging King David, that we continue with this journey because it is so poignant into our own lives and our own motivations. There's so much there for us to understand about ourselves. So, come Holy Spirit into this we pray. In Jesus’ name we ask. Amen.

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The Shop is there at dailyaudiobible.com where resources for this journey are available, including the Promised Land films that I was just talking about. So many of these places, every place that we have been able to get to we’ve filmed to bring them close so that as we’re journeying through the Bible, we kind of drop in and see with these places look like. So, Beth-shan and Ziklag are a couple places that we mentioned today, but also Jezreel and the Jezreel Valley and Mount Gilboa where Saul was killed in battle can be seen in those films. So, check that out.

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And that is it for today. I'm Brian I love you and I'll be waiting for you here tomorrow.

Community Prayer and Praise:

Hi, this is Bonnie from Northern California and I’ve never called in before, but I’ve been listening to your program for a few years now. I regret not calling in and when my husband passed away almost 4 years ago in August. And my mom just went to be with the Lord the other day and I just find so much comfort. But I’m reaching out to Joe in New Jersey. I just heard your prayer request. You have ALS and I’m praying with tears over your condition and I am praying for God’s touch on your body. The other thing I ask is that you would pray for my friend Kim who’s just embroiled in a horrible court battle and I just want the Daily Audio Bible community to pray for her and her family. Wednesday, the…oh gee…today’s the 18th...so the 22nd I think…she’s going to be…I don’t know what’s happening that day but I’m fasting for three days and praying for her. So, please pray for her and her family that justice would take place. Many lies have been told about her. Thank you for praying. I love you all and I pray for you all. Thank you. Bye-bye.

My name is Joe Borman, I live in Waukegan Illinois and my prayer request is for my 44-year-old daughter whose name is Krista. She was diagnosed with stage IV melanoma cancer in March and has been getting treatment downtown Chicago and the treatments that she’s been getting have many side effects that have left her extremely tired and nauseous and in a lot of pain. There are a lot of options for treatment going forward. So, this prayer request is A), that God would just heal her. We believe that He can do that. And sometimes he uses doctors and medicine. And the prayer then is for discernment, to know which doctors to listen to, that the treatment options that she’s left with that she would have discernment on which ones to choose. Pray also for relief for her pain. Since she was seven years old she’s had juvenile rheumatoid arthritis. One of the side effects of the medicine she’s taking is that that would rear up and it has with a vengeance. She has a very difficult time walking, her knees are very swollen, and painful. This is a woman who has always been a woman of God, very faithful. And we are praying and invite the world to pray with us that God could be magnified and glorified by the healing of our daughter. For her to get released from this would be a miracle indeed. So, thank you in advance for your…

Hello Daily Audio Bible friends and family, I’m so grateful for each and every one of you. I’ve been listening for many years and have only called in once but have been so blessed by each and every one. I called several years ago about my friend Danny who needed a miracle because my husband had shared we need 10,000 prayer warriors. Little did he know I knew a place where we could find them. There was work from God in my son’s life and I ask you to continue to pray for him, his name is Danny. He’s now a daddy, working hard but still facing addictions and challenges in his life. I wanted to share something with you. Sometimes God wakes me up early in the morning. Dear Lord, You call me to Your word early in the morning to hear truth. Troubles and challenge is around but You are the only anchor in the storm You hold me safely in the palm of Your mighty hand. I have nothing to fear for You did not give me a Spirit of fear but of power, love, and a sound mind. Lord as I walk through life today fill me to overflowing with love, joy, peace, gentleness, goodness, __, self-control. I need Your wisdom to facilitate each issue. Let me be filled with Your Spirit. Anoint my lips. Help me speak truth and love to all around me. Lord, if You want to use me, equip me. I will go to battle for You. I will be a soldier, but I need Your armor. Don’t ever let me think I can handle something without You. Help me Lord. I pray that prayer for each one of us and know that I am praying for you, crying with you, and trusting that God will work in your life for whatever you are facing. Love to all of you. This is Annie from South Florida.

Peter saw the peace of God a man in human form Jesus walking on the water in the midst of a raging storm tranquility serenity his disciples filled with fear yet Jesus beckoned Peter come and Peter did drawing near boldly and with courage he walked towards our Lord ___ and danger all around but all of it ignored his eyes were focused on the prize he rose above the storm he rose above the waters and he rose above the norm but then he got distracted because the storm was all around he felt the wind he saw the waves and he started going down Satan’s good at doing that he gets our eyes to stray we take our eyes off Jesus and then we have to pay repercussions consequences doubts turn into fear they cut us off from blessings that we should be drawing near grapes so huge that it takes two men in addition to a pole just to pick it off the ground two transport it and to hold overflowing blessings take them and possess but then they saw the giants and I guess you know the rest Israel wandered in the wilderness they were cursed for 40 years their eyes strayed from the blessings and they focused on the fears to us __ can become giants they can also become storms too but keep your eyes on Jesus he will always bring you through

blindtony1016@gmail.com. I’d like to give a shout out to Pastor Gene. I miss the sound of your voice. Hope all is well. I’d also like to give a shout out to Alfyo from Delaware. Hope all is well my brother and know you both are in my prayers daily. And once again I’d like to give a shout out to Brian Hardin and…

Hello DAB family this is Abiding in Him. I want to pray for our dear sister in California who called on a rainy day. Lord we thank You for Your faithfulness and that the DAB continues to roll on day in and day out. And across the years have reached out to tens of thousands if not millions of people Lord and we thank You that dear sister has joined the fold heavenly Father and has trusted us with the goings-on of her heart Lord that the community can lift up holy hands Lord and pray for her and bathe her in prayer. Lord she’s at a crossroads in her life where she’s not sure that things are happening are attacks from the devil or invitations from You and I pray heavenly Father that deep in her heart will abide the peace that surpasses understanding, that exists even in the midst of uncertainty or worry or desperate circumstances. I pray for the joy so far deep in her heart that it isn’t changed by the things that she sees. Speak to her Lord in a way that only she can understand so that she can realize that the journey however it twists and turns leads ultimately to You to be closer with You. So, heavenly Father, straighten out the crooked paths Lord, open up the doors and make available the way that she is to go but to know that You even in the case of mistakes and missteps, You’re there working behind the scenes leading us closer to You. We thank You Lord for Your word. We thank You for Your Spirit. We thankful for Your faithfulness and we pray Your blessings over our dear sister in Jesus’ name.

[nickywhoisi]

FNAF: Year of Our Lives story and ideas dump

Here we go, here’s a new fnaf thing for you animatronic fans to have a gnosh on. I have had a weird relationship with this series. Was thrilled by it when it first came out, but not super into it, then thought it was getting grosser and felt uncomfortable with it for a long while (a personal matter was also pretty badly interwoven in it, and seeing merch outside did not help) but after plenty of years to take a break from it, I got intrigued by it again with some fan projects, like Lost Souls, some lighthearted comic dubs, and the Musical. It seems to have grown on me better without the jumpscare and body horror aspects, and then I actually looked into the lore of the series, as I didn’t even really know it at the beginning. It was just ugly looking animatronics going OOGA BOOGA at the screen. I was not clued in on the other cooler draw; it was a mystery story! Solving a serial murder case was way more interesting than the surface level scares! But inevitably, I did dive into some of the more intense fan projects, like VHS tapes and Walten Files. While I can’t enjoy it fully as I still don’t like gorey horror and overly detailed things, I still really like how well made they are, and the atmospheres they have which are so much thicker than the originals. I don’t know if I’m making any sense with my weird sentences here, but point is they have some charms and I like fnaf again now

So here, I’ve made my own little fanverse story, once again about the Fazbear crew and night guards, but this time they’re all working together amicably on bringing to light and justice an old evil that just won’t stay down, and all while trying to keep themselves hidden in a Disneyland esque theme park. Things have expanded well beyond the confines of a small security room in a small pizza restaurant, but the dangers are even more hectic. As our heroes Carol, the nightguard with a very unique disposition, and the Fazbear band, have to dodge criminals causing problems in the park, any strangers or security camera catching sight of them after hours, and the establishments staff from looking into the odd happenings surrounding their animatronics...until the crisis is over at least. How will they fare against such immeasurable odds, and can they make it out of the theme park alive...?

THEME SONG OF THE WHOLE SERIES: Masquerade - Jack Hylton and His Orchestra (original/Walten Files ver) for the introduction of the story. I like the old-fashioned music accompanying the animatronic kitsch style that is sometimes used. I wanted to get some of that for my project. But since this one is not so horror related, I wanted to pick a more optimistic song rather than one alluding to a misery. Not to spoil, but these Fazbear animatronics will be doing alright for a change. And the best part? You’ll read below that these series are joined in YOOL’s chronology, as I just couldn’t keep myself from wanting Banny to be part of the cast, renamed here as “Bernie”. There was really no other way to do it.

It all began with the first iteration in the 70's of the Fazbear animatronics, which were clunkily designed all together by Henry Emilie, William Afton, Felix Kranken and Jack Walten, but were approachable enough to the children. Freddy and Bonnie each began with separate groups within their own establishments. "Lil' Freddy" was the younger brother of Fredbear, a.k.a. Goldie, and planned-to-be friend of Spring. Bonnie of course was the star of his own troupe, The Showstoppers; Banny, Sha and Boozoo accompanying him. Since one was a popular pizza place and the other a decent burger joint, neither businesses were competing with each other...though that could be debatable with the conceptualizing of Springbonnie. The populous seemed to choose Fredbear's over Bon's Burgers, and it was slowly declining in success. Then the news of murders in the backroom destroyed what little was left. Sophie's tale plays out as it does.

After the dust settled, Bonnie and now sister Bernie were resalvaged, cleaned and transferred out of the building. The two rabbits would be signed over to Fazbear Entertainment co. so they wouldn't go to waste. Unlike the usual canon, "Banny" is there as the fifth member. Their old friends, whom were not so lucky, though, got scrapped by BSI entirely. Fredbear was the first working prototype of all the animatronics, and he just broke down over time from overuse, so he stopped appearing in shows at Fazbear's. "Natural causes." Although his husk was still tampered with by William shoving Cassidy inside. Springbonnie, the planned additional new character to Fredbear's would never actually see the light of day, and remained in storage. Michael and Joseph Afton would be born in the late '70s.

Things were going well at Fazbear's until the Bite of '87 happened. William Afton and ‘his’ poor family go through their personal drama which eventually led to Sister Location. And because Golden Fredbear had long been scrapped (the last bits left being his outer shell), Joseph gets forced into Foxy's mouth. This fatal incident results in Foxy getting separated from the band but not scrapped outright, as he was still popular with customers. He's kept in the backroom, but his merch is still available for everyone, and imagery in use. Foxy himself never wanted this, but regretfully had no way to express it on his own...he wasn't yet advanced enough to be aware. None of them were. It only got worse when William pretended to work there as an unofficial security guard and murdered the kids, which led to the events of FNAF 1. Charlie, aka the Puppet, was there to see him do this as the first victim; unlike the canon where Susie was said to be first. But Charlie didn't have the ability to give the gift of life in this story; she merely inspired the kids' own wills to live and come back through her agony. The fact that they were all somewhat ignorant of the issue at hand played a part in keeping them stuck where they were. It was all supernatural posession from a host of unfortunate victims of one terrible man...and come '92, Michael works as the nightguard of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria to try and get evidence to show it was William who ruined the lives of so many families...along with his of course. Additionally...he wants to do what he can to try and make up for what he let happen to his brother. Not only does he find the various videotapes that illustrate the torment that the kids have been going through while trapped inside the animatronics, but he gets chances to "speak" to them in the suits and get first hand explanations from all of the kids. (Throughout portions of this prologue text, I have a wide variety of youtube videos of the VHS tapes that so many immensely talented people have made,  and I interspersed them at spots that were the most relevant. I took those to use as flavour for the characters’ overall histories and important events that took place years before the theme park. It is supposed to be a more easygoing world, but the animatronics’ past is quite grim indeed, covered with the stains of old blood. And there’s a lot of casualties about. And of course, because Bernie is here in my story, she has no unique vhs tape of her own; there’s a bit she has with the main four’s tapes relating to something about how they’re tormented by Afton or how they deal with being ghosts inside robots. Just her own version of a creepy tape. If I only had my own programs and assets, I would make my own tapes, but some are so good and fit my universe’s story just as well. I don’t want to be ripping and stealing anything though, and I mostly only use these videos as pretext for what’s to come later, along with the motive of the main villain. Hope you can forgive the confusing idea of how I explain my worldbuiding for this orz)

While Michael is on the job, he figures out workarounds to the robots' habits and gains the trust of the childrens' spirits. Even while he was nearly mistaken for his ‘father’. He obtains enough irrefutable evidence to get William arrested, but William returns to the scene of the crime in an attempt to destroy the incriminating evidence. The kids in the suits all gang up on him, finally recognizing the one responsible for their deaths, and they put him inside the suit of an old, unused rabbit sitting in the backroom that never worked right. They let the spring locks do their thing. The kids think that's enough to get their revenge, but to everyone's shock, he possesses that animatronic in the same way and continues to try and destroy the restaurant. Now Michael and the children all work to eliminate William before he eliminates the building. A fire breaks out in the restaurant, and only Michael makes it out. It seemed that both parties got what they wanted; William destroyed the physical evidence and robbed the children of their ‘physical’ revenge, but Michael still has everyone's testimonies and copies of the evidence to show to the authorities and families of the lost children, so they can get karmaic revenge after all. In the end, good wins out because Michael stayed alive to see justice served on behalf of those children. All the animatronics with bodies stuffed inside them burn out, and the spirits of the children are finally able to pass on when they see what Michael did for them. Unbeknownst to everyone, remnants are left behind with the broken animatronics that don't act like echoes of agony, but more like blank slates; there are no children inside of them anymore. When they passed on, the effect of their supernatural influence grants the animatronics fresh new souls to call their own; it's like two computer files, the original with a title and full contents is put into a memory stick and taken outside of the computer. While the other is a copy left behind, emptied of its contents and the name changed, free to become whatever is desired. These clean templates belonging to the Fazbears lay dormant until the Fantastik Park company claims, salvages, and rebuilds them in 2009. They melt down their original parts to make pieces for brand new bodies, and that means their souls have vessels ready for them. The fire killed William Afton, and he goes to a hell afterlife to be forever punished. But he created a malicious character program to continue making things hard for people, acting as a traditional agony remnant; this one ‘lives’ on as Malhare (no, he is not named Glitchtrap here), a supernatural digital spectre that is comprised of code and William's raw mass of evil intent, and he can now use his unchecked glitchy agony as a spirit to ruin yet more lives as the big bad. For some reason, he has some of Afton's memories, but they are nothing more than scattered copies, and he has to learn over time that he's not really that guy; an awful lot like him, but not the same. The only ones that matter to him are Michael and the victims, but he can't find them. Malhare's attention goes to the animatronics the moment he hears rumours that they've come to life again. He possesses recruits two followers, and sets out to destroy Fantastik Park. Just a year later, in '93, Carol is born. Then later in 2011, Vanny is born. These two women have vastly different lives and temperaments, but they would eventually cross paths regardless of that. Carol, grown up, arrives to work as a night guard at the park as it pays very well for her engineering passion. Vanny of course, grows up to be a terrible diagnosed psychopath with an interest in serial killers and true crime. So she already idolizes William and gets immediately roped in as the sole willing recruit for Malhare to invade the park and get a body count of her own going, hand in hand with her beloved celebrity. Strangely enough though, she proves to be way more bloodthirsty than he ever was.

The Fantastik Park is a company that built an amusement park of the same name, and is Canada's equivalent of Disneyland. It has a nice creative variety of places to enjoy, like ‘Princesses' Dream’; where storybook themes abound and glitters with winter and mermaid aesthetics. ‘Portal to Tomorrow’ which is the scifi, neon space land with an educational twist and alien animatronics, because there's gotta be. It's very extra. There's also ‘Adventure Jungle’, which is a mixture of tropical wildlife and spaghetti western themes, a huge lake known as ‘Treasure Bay’ that isn't an accessible area but is decorated and connects some sections together, and ‘Celebration Lane’ which is the park's Main Street equivalent, but with food vendors and music from all kinds of cultures. There’s balloons and confetti everywhere! But the section with the most interesting story of all is Fazbears' Party, the horror-esque Haunted Mansion equivalent. Based off of the infamous legend of Freddy's Pizzeria and the Bite of '87. The designers were mainly old fans of the pizzeria, not the crime around it...however, an awful lot of funding and engineering support was provided by Fazbear Entertainment co, seemingly giving their blessings to go ahead with the project. Not so much a land as it is a large maze-like building recreating the discontinued restaurant brand with a bigger budget, it was made to be an escape room thriller attraction. The Fazbear robots would "pretend" to go haywire during a performance and chase the guests around in a big game of tag, and some guests could hide in the guard room and watch them on the security cameras. The reward for ‘surviving’ without getting caught by them was a fair discount on things to buy in the park. People thought it was very fun! ...But over time, the animatronics' souls woke up, and as they learned about the world around them, the automatons began doing some things of their own volition; saying things that the programmers were sure they didn't put in. History didn't repeat itself luckily, but people were getting afraid that it might, as more and more customers started to notice the robots doing things that gave off weird impressions. They actually learned from the customers' habits and kept changing their strategies, which would have been fine if the programmers intended it...but they sure didn't. People quickly avoided Fazbear's Party, and they even got wary of the other animatronics in other areas...sadly, there were plenty in all of them. The entire park is not abandoned, but fewer and fewer people want to go ever since the recent scare; they're slowly losing business. Then Malhare came to infect the whole area with his Malice Fog, a black mist that covers like a curtain (does not move like real fog!) and changed nearly everything within the space to become supernatural hazard zones. That only turned away more visitors. The only ones who did seem to go inside anymore were young idiots daring eachother, or vandals and criminals who thought they could take over the whole park. No matter what people’s reasons for coming now, none have any chance of surviving the two psychotic rabbits said to be hiding out somewhere in the park.

The park staff are desperate in needing help from anybody whom may be willing to step onto the grounds at all. Only one woman with a unique arm decides to step up to the plate...

The in-universe theme song for the ‘Fazbear’s Party’ attraction is TryHardNinja’s It’s Me, because I think it just fit so right for the concept of a performance in a theme park-ized fnaf. What did I tell you about all of the placeholders oh boy

[totravelistoliveco]

Vegas serves a certain function, without a doubt. It’s a place to let your hair down, roll some dice, and blow line after line off a stripper’s bare bottom (if that’s your thing). It’s fun, at first. Then you come to know how the city works and what to expect. The thrill becomes monotonous, like a favorite roller coaster you’ve ridden one too many times.

Or maybe neon lights and chain-smoking geriatrics with dollar signs and desperation in their eyes was never your thing. To each her own.

All I’m saying is don’t give up on the region and don’t give up on the infamous Vegas road trip, as exploring the outskirts of the City of Sin can prove as fruitful as a trip up the California coastline or a dune buggy ride through Baja.

From a West World-like motel (sans sexy robots) to the best pancakes in the world, here’s my top five favorite things to do in the region, in no particular order.

Stay at the Bonnie Springs Ranch

To be perfectly honest, I don’t want to tell you about the Bonnie Springs Ranch. I don’t want you coming here. I’m perfectly content to keep this gem to myself, because, like Gollum with his ring, she’s precious to me. She’s beautiful, odd, affordable, fun, and only twenty minutes from the Vegas strip.

I’m actually at the Bonnie Springs Ranch right now, sitting in front of the pool with a cold beer within easy reach. There’s a trio of iridescent peacocks roosting in a nearby tree, and on the not-too-distant horizon, blood red mountains jut into the bright blue sky.

The ranch is located in the heart of the Red Rock Canyon National Conservation Area (another favorite on the list), and everything about this place is gaudy and kitsch and wonderful—particularly, the themed rooms at the Bonnie Springs Ranch Motel.

Choose from one of five: the Spanish Room, the Indian (i.e. Native American) Room, the Peacock Room, the Covered Wagon Room, or the 1890s-themed Room. Each comes with an enormous Jacuzzi tub (advertised as a “luv tub”) and each tub is surrounded by mirrors. There are mirrors on the ceiling above the bed, as well. And they give you complimentary champagne when you check-in.

Which is to say, this place screams sex. Kinky sex. Hilarious sex. It’s the perfect destination for a weekend fling or a tongue-in-cheek getaway with an old beau.

The adjacent Old Nevada Western Town, a replica of an 1880s mining town, is worth visiting at least once. Head there in the afternoon if you want to see a “good ol’ fashioned town hanging,” or check out the petting zoo if you want to see the saddest wolf in the world and the happiest miniature pony.

Better yet, skip the mining town and head straight for the restaurant-bar. That’s where the gold is. Every Friday night, ancient crooners in silver-tipped boots and Stetsons sing cowboy karaoke while the fireplace crackles in the corner. Locals hang out and shoot the shit.

The ranch also offers guided horseback rides, if you’re into horses. But even more amazing is the Bonnie Springs Zombie Paintball Express, in which you board an old train car and kill live zombies (i.e. sad suckers dressed up as zombies).

Come, you’ll love it! Or don’t come. Forget I mentioned anything. We’d happily keep this place to ourselves, as one of its greatest charms is that it somehow feels undiscovered.

Hike or drive Red Rock Canyon at dawn

Half an hour from Vegas and a stone’s throw from the Bonnie Spring’s Ranch, the Red Rock Canyon National Conservation is astoundingly beautiful.In fact, writing about it seems almost silly—in the way that writing about a rainbow in no way gives justice to the beauty of light and water mixing to create a multicolored arc in the sky. Just look at the photo. Now imagine winding through those red rocks on a skinny two-lane highway, or walking to the top of them on a thin trail. The canyon engulfs you like a warm hug. Your neck starts to hurt from peering toward their peeks.

The Red Rock Scenic Drive is a thirteen mile loop that’ll give you access to any trail you might want to hike. Thing is, you’ll want to get on the trail early as it gets hot in the middle of the day. Plus, that’s when the colors shine brightest.

Better yet, head to the Valley of Fire

If I had to choose between the Red Rock Canyon and the Valley of Fire, I’d try and do both. But if I could really only do one, I’d go Valley of Fire all the way. Not only does it have the red sandstone formations and great hikes of Red Rock Canyon, it also offers views of prehistoric petroglyphs and sherbet-colored rock formation that may very well be the coolest thing I’ve ever seen.

It’s no wonder they shot the Mars scenes from Total Recall there. The place is otherworldly. I mean, seriously — there’s a rock that looks like a giant wooly mammoth, an arch swept smooth by relentless wind, and a rock formation called the “Fire Wave” that’s hard to put into words (think enormous swirl of orange and white soft-serve).

As with Red Rock, the whole place glows in the early mornings and late afternoons.

Get wet

If you’re eager to get out of the city and looking to cool down in the middle of the day, the Ringbolt Hot Springs trail is the way to go. And yes, I realize I just suggested you go to a hot springs in order to cool down.

That’s because the springs are only one of the features on this hike. There’s also the freezing cold Colorado River, which mixes with spring water to create a perfectly tepid wading pool. Move toward the springs to heat up. Move toward the river to cool down. Or strip off your clothes, leap into the crystal-clear water, crawl onto a rock, and bask in the sun.

Just make sure to bring drinking water and plenty of snacks. The hike is a six-mile loop that carves through a canyon, past a trickle of a waterfall, down boulders, until finally arriving at the river, where you’ll want to hang out and munch until you’re ready to head back.

Route 66 Detour

Speaking of heading back, eventually you’ll probably need to leave the Vegas area—unless you live there, in which case you should be writing this list and adding to it—and if you happen to be heading to Los Angeles, there’s a few more things you need to know about.

Ostriches, America’s greatest pancakes, and the Antique Station.

All of these gems can be found on a quick detour that veers you off Highway 15 around Barstow and reconnects you in Victorville (which adds only ten minutes to your journey, not including your pancake break), and bonus: they’re all on the historic Route 66.

The Bird’s the Word Ostrich Farm is the most difficult to find, but is worth the search. Even if you don’t care about the world’s largest fowl, the place is worth visiting. Because it’s weird—like, really really weird. Ostriches (i.e. gigantic relatives of dinosaurs) fluff their feathers and side-eye you as you approach. Trains rumbles past behind you. Both times we’ve visited, we’ve also met the keepers of these animals: one a soft-spoken man happy to speak to any human as he’d been surrounded by birds for far too long, the other a tobacco-chewing senior straight out of a Steinbeck novel. Stop here, it’s definitely worth it.

Then cruise over to the Antique Station, which presents room after room of trinkets and treasures. Retro cameras. Old-school advertisements. Vintage clothes. Vintage furniture. The place feels as if every cool thing from Route 66’s classic past has been caught and trapped in the walls of these 30+ vendors.

Finally, grab a meal at Emma Jean’s Holland Burger Café—a Route 66 icon that’s been around since 1947.

This place is the real deal, not some tourist trap living off its storied past and definitely not a Denny’s. Locals sit at the Formica tabletops sipping coffee and reading the paper. The pancakes, made from a secret family recipe that’s been around longer than the café itself, are the fluffiest I’ve ever had. It’s tiny as a time machine and by far the best food you’ll find on the drive back to L.A.

There you have it – a guide to Vegas for people who hate Vegas. Follow this itinerary and I bet you’ll find a sweet spot for the City of Sin, too.

Vegas for People Who Don’t Like Vegas | Words: Cotton Walters | Photos: Ali Mitton & Cotton Walters | Originally published on livefastmag.com

Vegas for People Who Don’t Like Vegas

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REALLY  LONG  CHARACTER  SURVEY.

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BASICS.

FULL  NAME : finn campbell mertens NICKNAME :   finn the human, fth, finn th, pen AGE :   17  ( verse dependant ) BIRTHDAY :   march 14th ( pi day ) ETHNIC  GROUP : who even knows???? NATIONALITY :  ooo LANGUAGE / S :  english , piglatin, and he knows a FEW words in koren and german SEXUAL  ORIENTATION :  pansexual ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION :  panromantic RELATIONSHIP  STATUS :  single ( verse dependant ) HOME  TOWN / AREA :  grasslands CURRENT  HOME :  treehouse in the grasslands PROFESSION :  hero of ooo / knight

PHYSICAL.

HAIR :  length varies from shoulder to the ground. it’s a golden, wavy blond. EYES :  one sky blue and the other sea blue FACE :  rounded LIPS :  pale pink COMPLEXION :  fairly smooth BLEMISHES : he’s got a birthmark of a sideways flaming teardrop ( comet ) in a “really weird place” SCARS : many pale marks on his legs, arms, torso, and some on his face. mostly healed burn scars from his lips, cheek, and torso. some frostbite scars all around. TATTOOS : none HEIGHT : 5′3″ WEIGHT : 122-ish BUILD : slim, while his muscles aren't necessarily defined he is very fit and strong. his muscles get MUCH more defined in his later years. FEATURES : dimples, soft eyes. ALLERGIES : none ( that i know of ) USUAL  HAIR  STYLE :  stuffed in his hat. if not he’s just letting it do it’s thing USUAL  FACE  LOOK :  smiling or calm USUAL  CLOTHING : he’s usually seen in his sky blue t-shirt, with his blue shorts. almost always has his green pack and bear hat. if it’s very cold you might see him wear a pale yellow long sleeved sweater or scarf.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S :  failure, powerlessness, letting people down, being easily replaced, abandonment ASPIRATION / S :  to be the greatest hero in ooo, to make others happy POSITIVE  TRAITS :  brave, ambitious, kind, humorous, generous, charitable, energetic. NEGATIVE  TRAITS :  impatient, manipulative, quick to anger, one track mind MBTI :  enfp — the campaigner ZODIAC :  pisces  TEMPEREMENT :  sanguine SOUL  TYPE / S :   helper ANIMALS :   eagle VICE  HABIT / S :  over-imagining worst possible solutions FAITH : glob world / spirituality and cosmic forces + destiny GHOSTS ? :  yes AFTERLIFE ? : yes REINCARNATION ? :  yes ALIENS ? : yes POLITICAL  ALIGNMENT :  he lives in a matriarchy. EDUCATION  LEVEL :  elementary school

FAMILY.

FATHER : martin mertens ( and joshua ) MOTHER : minerva campbell mertens ( and margaret ) SIBLINGS :  jake & jermaine ( verse dependant ) EXTENDED  FAMILY : stormo ( shared dna ) , lady rainicorn ( adoptive sister in law ) , charlie ( adoptive niece ) , t.v. ( adoptive nephew ) , jake jr. ( adoptive niece ) , kim kil whan ( adoptive nephew ) , viola ( adoptive niece ) , roselinen ( alternate dimension wife ) , jay ( alternate dimension son ) , bonnie ( alternate dimension daughter ) , quilton ( alternate dimension father in law ) , shoko ( past life ) , bronwyn ( adoptive grandniece ) , neptr ( adoptive son ). NAME  MEANING / S :  blond, small blond soldier, fair, finder. HISTORICAL  CONNECTION ? : none tbh

FAVORITES.

BOOK :  whatever pb gives him MOVIE : HEAT SIGNATURE 3 5  SONGS : any of marcy’s tbh DEITY : catalyst comet HOLIDAY :  don’t have any real holidays in ooo tbh MONTH :  march SEASON :  spring PLACE : mt. cragdoor WEATHER :  warm, sunshiny days. SOUND : birds chirping, a gentle wind, the crunch of leaves beneth his feet SCENT / S : flowers, freshly cut grass, metal, sweets TASTE / S : cakes and fruit FEEL / S : warm fur, wool blankets, the feeling of skimming your fingers across the top of a pool of water, flower petals ANIMAL / S :  dogs, cats, deer, elephants NUMBER :  3.14 COLORS :  green, blue, yellow

EXTRA.

TALENTS :  sword fighting, beatboxing, flute, gymnastics, dancing BAD  AT : cooking, math,  TURN  ONS :  . TURN  OFFS :   HOBBIES : flute, doodling, sparring. TROPES :  10-minute retirement, adorkable, amazon chaser, amicable exes, an arm and a leg, angst? what angst?, it runs in the family, artificial limbs, auto-tune, awesome backpack, badass adorable, badass decay, badass normal, berserk button, better as friends, beware the nice ones, big brother instinct, blood knight, bodyguard crush,  book dumb, british teeth, broken ace, chick magnet, kidanova, chronic hero syndrome, collector of the strange, combat sadomasochist, compressed hair, the conscience, cool sword, crazy jealous guy, creepy child, cursed with awesome, dating catwoman, defiant to the end, determinator, did not get the girl, didn’t think this through, did you just punch out cthulhu?, disappeared dad, distaff counterpart, easy amnesia, empowered badass normal, enlightenment superpowers, entitled to have you, fatal flaw: lust, the first cut is the deepest, foreshadowing, for great justice, for happiness, fetish, freudian excuse, generation xerox, given name reveal, gonk, good counterpart, growing up sucks, hair of gold heart of gold, happily adopted, the heart, heartbroken badass, the hero, heroes fight barehanded, heroes prefer swords, heroes want redheads, hero bsod, heroic willpower, he’s back, hidden depths, hormone-addles teenager, hotblooded, hulking out, i am not a weasel, i can change my beloved, idiot hero, i gave my word, i just want to be loved, i’ll kill you, important haircut, improbably aiming skills, in the blood, incorruptible pure pureness, inter-class romance, interspecies romance, jerkass ball, keet, ki hero, large ham, last of his kind, lightning bruiser, limited wardrobe, looking for love in all the wrong places, love at first punch, love hurts, love makes you dumb, made of iron, major injury underreaction, manipulative bastard, meaningful name, mind over matter, missing momm, moral dissonance, morality chain............... i could go on forever AESTHETIC  TAGS : forests, water, weaponry, soft things QUOTES :  “ youth culture forever! “ , “ what am i talking about? pb, i was --- i was in love with you, okay?! and, you didn’t love me back. now i’m ready to move on, and it’s like you’re gonna build me up all over again! well, i’m done! i’m done. “ , “ ahem.... hey bubs, where’s the ice king? i want to kick his boingloings! “ , “c’mon bro, taking pain is easy, you just have to imagine that every bruise is a hicky from the universe. and everyone wants to get with the universe. “

FC INFO.

MAIN  FC / S : himself / ross lynch ALT  FC / S : OLDER  FC / S :   YOUNGER  FC / S :   VOICE  CLAIM / S : jeremy shada GENDERBENT  FC / S :

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 :   if  you  could  write  your  character  your  way  in  their  own  movie ,   what  would  it  be  called ,  what  style  would  it  be  filmed  in ,  and  what  would  it  be  about ? A1 :  duuude i’d love to write an adventure time movie with just. finn maybe reuniting his birth mother and father or maybe defeating the lich one last time??????? Q2 :   what  would  their  soundtrack / score  sound  like ? A2 :   somethin rad but soft Q3 : why  did  you  start  writing  this  character ? A3 : idk man i just connect a lot to finn Q4 : what  first  attracted  you  to  this  character ? A4 : his outgoing personality and radicalness Q5 : describe  the  biggest  thing  you  dislike  about  your  muse. A5 : how treats neptr like how martin treats him like im shook go love your adoptive son finn Q6 : what  do  you  have  in  common  with  your  muse ? A6 : i am also very depressed and hide it with each joke i tell Q7 : how  does  your  muse  feel  about  you ? A7 : i think we’d be bros tbh Q8 : what  characters  does  your  muse  have  interesting  interactions  with ? A8 : most people tbfh finn makes every interaction a treat Q9 : what  gives  you  inspiration  to  write  your  muse ? A9 :  writing partners, music, and watching old episodes + seeing new eps Q10 : how  long  did  this  take  you  to  complete ? A10 : fuck it’s been an hour

[trashfireradiowaves]

nobody cares but im gonna dump my plant-based desires on you anyways

this is just a list of plants that i want with pretty pictures because why the fuck not

first off, i’ve already got one of these and it’s my baby and i love it so much-

Silver Pothos [Scindapsus Pictus]

[Photo Courtesy of Dave’s Garden]

These things are so pretty and the photo really doesn’t do it justice, irl it’s got the oddest silvery-dove grey color and the leaves feel all soft when you touch them and it’s just a Very Pretty Plant [mine’s name is bambi and it lives in a pot with my other pothos]. Pothos plants are fuckin’ indestructible and honestly they’d probably thrive through the apocalypse neither of mine are dead despite my best [accidental] efforts. Lowlight requirements, water when the soil feels dry, can live indoors or outdoors. Only problem- toxic to cats and dogs, so keep it outta reach of pets.

the Zebra Plant [Calathea Zebrina] is definitely on my want list

[Photo courtesy of Gardens Online]

it looks like a cartoon plant with the stripes and the mock leaf ridges and it’s so fuckin’ bright and big!!!  they can get like 3 ft tall and 2 ft wide and they’re perennials so they don’t die off and need replanting every spring, which, bonus. they like indirect light/partial shade and they do require more water and higher humidity than the pothos plant but you can help it out by misting it every day/every other day with a spray bottle. bonus- they’re pet safe for cats, dogs, and horses! 

next up: Persian Shield [Strobilanthes Dyerianus]

[Photo courtesy of Proven Winners]

these plants are a part-shade to full sun lover [though it’s insanely adaptable on the light front, really, it can tolerate a LOT] and they have leaves that i’ve heard described as partly iridescent, which is fucking awesome??? iridescent plants, man, that’s just fantastic. it’s another really big one, growing like, 4 ft tall and 3 ft around if you don’t trim it back. it’s partly drought resistant too! so it’s cool if you accidentally forget to water it ever so often, and you’re really only supposed to water it once the soil gets dry anyways. bonus- non-toxic for pets!

if i ever get a super sunny house, windowsill, or patio [god please let that happen some day] then i’m totally gonna get myself some 

Swiss/Rainbow Chard [Beta Vulgaris Cicla]

[Photo courtesy of Bonnie Plants]

chard is one of those weird vegetables that’s supposed to be an annual, but if you live in an area with little to no frost/cold weather [or you keep it indoors] then it can continue to grow through the winter like a perennial, which is fantastic. it’s pretty as hell, super bright, and EDIBLE! great source of vitamin k. different varieties have different flavors and while it needs a lot more sun than most of the other plants i want it can tolerate some shade [though the more sun you give it the better it will taste]. soil likes to be kept moist so remember to water this one! chard is also safe for pets, but too much of it can cause kidney stones, so keep an eye out on cats and dogs that try to nibble on the leaves- plus, whatever they eat you can’t throw into your dinner.

also delicious: Chives [Allium Schoenoprasum]

chives make really tiny, clover-like clusters of flowers and look like the big fields full of wildflowers you see in hollywood movies. they’re gorgeous, they tolerate all sorts of light conditions [though they do best in partial shade], and they’re ridiculously easy to care for. they like moist, well-draining soil and they’re completely edible, from the flower to the stem to the leaves [the part you buy in the grocery store] all the way down to the bulb. only negative- they are VERY toxic to cats and dogs, even though they’re edible for people. 

basically i just want pretty things i can eat

[frontporchlit]

Resilient Como Nopales: Forging a Chingona Sisterhood Deep in el Corazón de San Anto by Bonnie Ilza Cisneros

The real power is collective…

there, the survivor emerges to insist on a future,

a vision, yes, born out of what is dark and female.

The feminist movement must be a movement of such survivors,

a movement with a future.

--Cherríe Moraga, “La Güera” from Loving in the War Years, 1979.

In September of 2016, four newfound comadres organized the first-annual Chingona Fest at La Botanica on the St. Mary’s Strip in San Antonio, Texas. Later, we discovered that a Chingona Fest had taken place in 2011 in the Río Grande Valley, and that the following month, another Chingona Fest would be happening in California. This only confirmed to us the fact that something was brewing: chingonas from all over were thinking the same things at the same time, and the power of social media was allowing us to see each other despite distance and even time.

The goals of the two-day festival in San Antonio were trifold: to celebrate what it means to be part of a chingona sisterhood, to explore ways to sustain ourselves in this day and age, and to reconnect with the wisdom and tenacity of our ancestors.

It all started with an Instagram post. I’d made the leap from Facebook to Instagram relatively late, in the spring of 2014, and @despeinadastyles became a place for me to document my DJ work.  I knew Cristina Martinez from the local arts/craft vendor scene. She was the brains behind the highly popular @VeryThat, “your one stop Chicana shop,” handmade accessories and object d’art proclaiming words like chingona, puta, nalgona, degraciada, chiflada, necia, and gorda. Cristina was one of the first artists to successfully help us reclaim words that have been hurled as insults to control, oppress, and shame women for…forever. In her signature cursive script, she transformed the words to look beautiful, and, in effect, diffused their negative connotations. Her work helped us see that these descriptors also held positive power.

In the summer of 2016, I posted a picture from the previous night’s DJ gig. A photographer caught me in action, flipping a record in a vintage dress with multicolored beaded fringe. @rebelmariposa hearted the picture and commented: “You should DJ at Botanica someday!”

La Botanica is a vegan restaurant, bar, and music venue located on the northern edge of downtown San Antonio, and it is a hub for all that is queer and brown and proud in an area of town that is rapidly gentrifying. A self-proclaimed “artivist,” Rebel followed her desire to create art and curate in the kitchen. She veganized family recipes and started catering. Within a few years, she opened Texas’s first vegan restaurant and full bar, with the help of investors and a successful Kickstarter campaign.

Rebel is a force of nature, and her energy made the festival possible.

Cristina @verythat must’ve liked the idea, because she commented straight away: “Yes. Let’s plan something! #metiche” That made me laugh, another old palabra that used to mean nosey or to butt in, but now can mean more like jumping into something on purpose with the intent to help, build, create.

Instagram, where metiches meet, brought us together. At our first meeting, Cristina confided that she’d hatched the event name years back, and we all agreed to use it immediately.  The festival would be a way of celebrating how far women of color had come, and we could highlight chingona musicians, artists, writers, and DJs and reinvigorate our spirits as we all continued down the paths our ancestors forged.

At our first planning meeting, we wrote down words like celebration, party, plática, baile, honoring, storytelling, vortex. Sitting at a picnic table on the Botanica patio, planners and notes spread out with lists and ideas, Rebel spied Denise Hernández behind the bar, and she asked her to sit with us. I followed @deniseylosdinos, an amazing combination of twenty-something social media-savvy Xicana and bright-eyed, activist San Anto old soul. In March 2016, Denise presented at TEDx San Antonio on implicit biases, political identities, the histories uncovered by discovering identities, and fighting oppression. The youngest of the four, Denise took on the task of organizing the workshops and talks at the two-day festival. She sat down and completed the fourth corner: hardcore chingona comadres hellbent on creating something beautiful. 

While we were planning Chingona Fest, I was immersed in reading the works of second-wave feminists. Post world wars, post Beat-Gen, women activists of the sixties and seventies who worked to crack open the door of equality. The white feminists worked to dismantle double standards in the workplace and fought for reproductive rights, while feminists of color saw their own challenges layered with the aftershocks of colonialism and racism that never really went away.

“Chingona is a term that signifies power,” writes Dr. Anita Tijerina Revilla, “a ‘bad-ass’ or strong woman…some feel like the root word ‘chingar’ which translates into ‘to fuck’ continues to signify patriarchal notions of power” (90)  in her paper "MUXERISTA PEDAGOGY: Raza Womyn Teaching Social Justice Through Student Activism." 

We were expecting some forms of backlash about the name of the festival, so it is not surprising that most, if not all, of the negative feedback stemmed from the use of the word chingona itself: “OMG. Why y’all using a cursing word for this event? I love the objective and would love to bring my daughter to the festival,” wrote Monica P. on the Facebook event page, “I just can’t handle hearing this word.” 

As usual, I immediately posed my questions to my mother. Why were some acting like chingona was such a bad word?

Though born a mere seventeen years before me, my mother Ilza was raised in the Río Grande Valley in those AM-only radio, black and white television, pre-Internet days when kids were safe to play outside all day and trained to listen for their mothers’ particular whistle which meant the sun was setting and it was time to come inside.          

My mother’s wild childhood consisted of riding horses through her suburban neighborhood, traipsing back and forth across the bridge from Brownsville, Texas into Matamoros, Tamaulipas, riding bikes, walking around barefooted, and being crowned the tetherball champion of her elementary school. Her teenage years were equal parts fun and chaos. She and my father sang those late seventies bordertown blues driving to the beach, passing a joint back and forth with the windows down.

 All of that to say, I was raised by a chingona who was raised by a chingona who was raised by, you guessed it, another chingona.                        

 Ilza es bien chingona! my mother’s primos would declare, as if to say, our girl cousin don’t take no shit!

No seas tán chingona, her father would reprimand, as he’d try to convince her that his way was the only way.

Te crees bien chingona, my father might tease, in an attempt to thaw her icy defiance.

What were these men trying to say when they called her a chingona? It was a word hurled with a curve of a compliment and the rattle of a snake. Dangerous, these chingonas who maybe let others walk on them (no te dejes) once, but rose like smoke from seemingly extinguished embers.

My mother raised two daughters with no husband in a sprawling city where shadows hid the worst. Ilza made a way, always, to pay the rent, keep the lights on, feed her kids and their friends, and when it comes down to it, prepare them for the world outside the apartment complex.

Chingao! we’d exclaim when we were thrilled over some cool revelation, or when we were pissed at some minor or major travesty, when we stubbed a toe or made a mistake. Chingón meant massive and masculine, chingos meant a lot, and chingada meant fucked, both literally and figuratively. Looking back, I strain to see why chingona was such a rare bird of a word for my particular group of ‘90’s bilinguals.

All in all, Chingona Fest SA, TX went off without a hitch: we offered two days of workshops on topics such as Decolonizing Sisterhood, Equity in Texas Public Schools, RAICES Families in Detention Centers, The Lilith Fund for Reproductive Justice, and showcased the talents of chingona musicians, dancers, artists, and poets. Cristina curated a market of chingona vendors to highlight the ancient hustle of alternative economies.

We got a little flack for giving out Chingona Awards to celebrate mujeres making a difference in our communities, though we took nominations from the community, and allowed people to vote for the amazing chingonas in over twenty different categories. The awards were my idea, so imagine my joy when Solange posted the following on Twitter a few months later:

For my part, I focused on the baile, and I put out an open call for lady DJs asking women who had always dreamed of spinning records for an audience to step up and do the thing they always wanted to do. All in all, six “baby” DJs performed for the first time that night. They got their DJ names on the flier and leapt over the first-gig hump. In addition, members of the all-girl collective Chulita Vinyl Club spun their hearts out. I provided my equipment and set the parameters (all vinyl, all chingona power anthems), but that night I didn’t spin a single record. 

Chingona Fest is not about me or Cristina or Rebel or Denise. The point will always be to get people together, inspire and empower them, to celebrate the chingona and encourage her to shine.  

Truth be told, I was a taken aback a few years ago when I noticed the word “chingona” bobbing up both online, on artwork, and on the lips of young Xicanas. In my own experience, the word connoted both negative and positive energies.

To dissect the roots of chingona, I revisit Octavio Paz and his chapter in Labyrinth of Solitude entitled “The Sons of Malinche.” I’m always going back, circling around the idea of history and how it intersects with truth, myth, and wishful thinking. Tracing the history of “chingona” is so deeply rooted with the conquest and patriarchy, yet I agree with the idea that: 

“in our daily language there is a group of words that … constitute a secret         language like  those of children, poetry, and sects. Each letter and syllable has a double life, at once luminos and obscure, that reveals and hides us…They are the bad words, the only living language in a world of anemic vocables. They are poetry in the reach of everyone (74).”

Chingona. Say it loud, and it is a curse. Whisper it, and it becomes a prayer. A chingona refutes the myth of Malinche, the traitor/sell-out/whore who supposedly, miraculously, single-handedly led to the downfall of our indigenous ancestors. La Chingada, who literally fucked us over by helping Cortés, though the word chingar “probably comes from the Aztecs: chingaste (lees, residue, sediment) is xinachtli (garden seed) or xinaxtli (fermented maguey juice)” (Paz 75).

Etymology has always fascinated me, but Paz pisses me off when he goes on to blame and blaspheme Malinche: “She is the Chingada. She loses her name; she is no one; she disappears into nothingness; she is Nothingness” (86).

The word “chingona” does not appear in The Labyrinth of Solitude. 

When “chingona” started bobbing up online in the early 2000’s, in artwork, and on t-shirts, most of us chalked it up to la Sandra. Patron santa of bookworm Latinxs, Cisneros has always had a knack for digging up an ancient concepts and polishing them bright. Behold the following list, culled from the notes of Cisneros’s devoted audiences:

Whether or not Cristina, Denise, Rebel and I consciously had these objectives in mind when were conceived and created Chingona Fest SA, TX, it seems now that years of reading (internalizing words of our Xingona foremothers) and working (as teachers, organizers, artistas, entrepreneurs) had landed us on the same page.

 Cisneros’s ten steps break down all the ways we can break through centuries of oppression. Rewriting stories and reclaiming language is only the beginning. Now, more that ever, it is the wisdom of our Chicana feminist elders and the stories of our  own matriarchal ancestors who never had the luxury of even uttering the word feminista that will carry us through. Gloria Anzaldúa guiding us como una “luz en lo oscuro.” Cherríe Moraga reaching out to her followers on Facebook. Alice Walker posting on her website. People making memes of Audre Lorde quotes.

 A group chat on Instagram has practically kept me sane these past months post-election between Cristina, Rebel, Denise, and me called “Chingona Comadres (floating hearts emoji)” in which we send each other screenshots and memes of beautiful and terrible things. Where we nudge each other onward, where we crack jokes, where we dismantle chisme. Where we reawaken, reclaim, remember all the chingonas, our chingonas, we chingonas.

[naomixmorgan]

introduction;;

I know i know I know I know, I change characters as much as I change my socks. Sue me. Muse problems is a thing, and the one I have is that I wanna play everyone. You know the usual drill, like, hmu, whatever you feel like. Info on this bby, Willow, under the cut.

Sexuality: about as straight as a circle. AKA, pansexual. She just appreciates people for who they are, not what parts or pronouns they use. 

I’m sure plenty of you are aware of the dead friend plot J has going on with Sydney, the bandwagon I kinda jumped myself onto because wow I really dig this. Alright, so, Willow is Valerie (the dead girl)’s twin sister. They were identical. Basically looked like mirror images. Except, Willow hasn’t been in town. AKA, she would just barely know anyone here. Why? Because her pretentious dads allowed her to enroll in boarding school. It was the school they both went to as teenagers and wanted at least one of their kids to carry on the legacy. So, the summer going into her freshman year, she was moved. The boarding school was up in New York, and she only came home for holiday things. So, AKA, we’re doing that... Holy shit she had a twin???? WHAAAAT???? kind of thing, yep. 

They travel in the summers, so nope, you probably wouldn’t see her much then. Sometimes during breaks too. 

Willow enjoyed the boarding school, she did, it was a home away from home. But she also loved being with her family. So, it was bittersweet for her. She always looked forward to things like Christmas and so on so she could come home and spend time with her wonderful family. 

She was especially close with Valerie, despite the girls being like night and day. Though, I guess you could say more like yin and yang; they got along so well with each other. Had a bond that one could only possibly have with the person you call your twin. And when she heard her beloved twin sister died, Willow swears part of her died too. She was devastated. Especially since with school and everything going on in New York, she couldn’t make it back for her sister’s funeral. She’s been devastated ever since, but she doesn’t really advertise it. Willow kinda suppresses her emotions about things. 

Here’s where her secret comes in. After her sister died, Willow wanted nothing more than to be home with her family, mourning around the people she loved the most. She wanted to transfer schools, and finish out the year in Spring Lake so she could be with people that made her feel slightly at ease during this rough time. However, as much as she wanted to come home, her dads kept pushing her to stay in the boarding school. Telling her it was good for her, that Valerie wouldn’t want her to change up her life over this, and other excuses. So, desperate times called for desperate measures. When her roommate was caught hiding marijuana in their room, Willow took the fall for it. Knowing the consequences. She was expelled. She hasn’t told her parents that it wasn’t actually her’s, because she knows they’d fight to get her back into her old school. Instead she uses the excuse that it was only once, she wanted to try it for artistic purposes. 

She’s enrolled in Spring Lake’s high school now. 

Willow is a total book worm. She looks to read novels, and even managed to get herself a little job in the local book store. It’s one of her favorite places to be because being in such a serene environment made it so she didn’t think too much about her sister. 

She also sketches from time to time. It’s just a little thing she caught onto when she was younger. She’s entirely self taught, and does it mostly to pass time with doodles and other things. Though part of her wants to teach herself how to watercolor paint. 

Small facts about my little bean. 

She’s mostly a ball of sunshine. Until she gets to know you. Then you can see all her sad parts. 

She’s in love with the poem book Milk & Honey. But, I mean, who isn’t.

Her favorite poet is Allen Ginsberg. 

Her favorite poem by him is obviously America, though she can rattle off way more. 

Her favorite Author is Stephen King. 

Her favorite of his novels is Joyland. Though many hold a special place in her heart. 

She adores the movie The Notebook. Simply because she likes to poke fun at it while she watches it. 

Her real favorite movie is Silence Of The Lambs. For reasons unknown. 

She binge watches Netflix regularly. Often rewatching How To Get Away With Murder; it’s her favorite TV show ;)

She wants to study Criminal Justice when she gets to college. That and english. 

Favorite color is plum purple. 

She has a pet hamster!! His name is Ginsey. I’m sure you can figure out why. If not, feel free to ask about it. 

She also has a ferret. Her name is Bonnie. 

I can keep going???? 

[hiverforesteevee]

FNAF Fridge Highlights

My favorite entries from Five Nights at Freddy’s Fridge pages on TV Tropes

Some of these entries may be edited/abridged/modified, but for the most part, these are copy/pasted directly from the pages.  I didn’t write any of these, I just compiled them here for my own amusement.  Go to the site for even more intelligence and insight on these scary games!

SPOILERS

·        Why does Foxy’s eyepatch spring up after he barges in? Because Real Life pirates used their eyepatch during raids to get the eye covered accustomed to the dark quickly if they have to go fight in a darker part of the ship, not necessarily to cover a lost eye.

·        Several of the characters introduced in 4 had artwork that asked the question "Was it me?", referring to the Bite of '87, a mystery that has haunted the series since the first installment. But the biggest clue was there ever since the first entry, in a certain character's catchphrase. Hint: The one that keeps saying "it's me".

·        Why did the kids hate Mangle so much? Presumably, because parents thought Foxy was too scary for children, but Phone Guy noted that Foxy was his favorite, so maybe the kids were pissed their favorite animatronic got replaced by a Lighter and Softer Toy Foxy.

·        Why do Foxy (and Mangle) NOT fall for the Freddy mask? Well, foxes are always thought of as smart and cunning — besides, Foxy already proved his wits in the first game when he was the only one who tried to catch you off guard by approaching quickly enough that only the fastest reflexes would save you, and didn't just leave when he couldn't get in but actually banged on the door, signaling "I know you are in there, open up!"

·        This troper always found the Purple Guy's behavior leading up to his death strange. If the ghosts of the children he killed are now after him, how does jumping into the Springtrap suit save him? However, look at the Purple Guy's expressions. He starts out terrified of the ghosts, then dashes angrily (or determinedly) towards the Springtrap suit, laughing once he puts it on. Purple Guy possibly didn't jump into the suit to save himself. It could be that he jumped into it to deliberately set off the springlocks and kill himself. That night, he found out that ghosts are real, and that they are all tied to the suits they were stuffed inside of. That laugh could be him signifying that he has gained a victory over the children by giving them exactly what they wanted: his death. Now, he has effectively given himself a form of immortality. No wonder the children can't find peace!

·        Why is the new animatronic called Springtrap? Because when the purple guy got into the suit, the SPRINGS holding the animatronic devices in the suit collapsed, TRAPPING the purple guy in the suit. It's also brilliant in a meta way considering that the game was released in March without a specific date attached to it. You could say that the game itself was a literal spring trap!

·        Why is Freddy the first animatronic you control in the post-level minigames? Because they take place after Freddy Fazbear's Pizza has closed down and been left to rot, and Freddy becomes more active in the dark.

·        Although several of the confirmations/revelations in this game might seem hard to swallow — probably the biggest one being that the Puppet was the Murderer's first victim and bound the souls of the later victims to the animatronics in an overzealous and rather misguided attempt to bring the Murderer to justice — they're easier to accept when you remember that the Missing Children are, you know, children. Children are not known for their ability to think in the long-term or to thoroughly and seriously consider their actions; their brains are still undergoing a lot of development, and they tend to be very impulsive and only consider things in the short-term. So the Puppet still can be considered a "good guy" (certainly better than the Murderer at least) or even the Big Good of the Five Nights at Freddy's series in a sense because, even though it's responsible for the madness that the animatronics wrought, it genuinely was trying to help the other children in the only way it knew how. Likewise, even though the animatronics slaughtered an unknown number of innocent security guards, you could argue that they genuinely were trying to bring their murderer to justice; again, poor impulse control means that they're unlikely to stop and really try to assess whether the security guard is innocent or not. This is also a hint of Springtrap's true identity. It acts much, much differently than the other animatronics, generally being content to wait the player out and is much sneakier and more intelligent, being able to infiltrate the office in different ways. As Springtrap contains the spirit of an adult — and a Serial Killer, one who was smart enough to evade the authorities, at that — its methods are much more sophisticated and well thought-out.

·        The Arc Words "IT'S ME" are suspiciously absent from FNAF3, even though they appeared in the previous two games and maybe also in the fourth ("Was it me?" on the Nightmare Bonnie image), why? Well in this game, we're only dealing with the ghost of the Purple Man - and "IT'S ME" might've been just connected with the Children. A message from them to (who they assumed was) the Purple Man. As in "Hi there! Remember that innocent child you killed and then stuffed in an animatronic? Well, guess what, motherfucker? IT'S ME"

·        A clever one on Scott's part here - watch the scene where Purple Guy dies. When he's freaking out, he avoids the water on the floor... but when he runs to the suit? He runs THROUGH the water. Moisture is said to set off the suits! Moisture on his feet set off the suit and killed him. It wasn't the laughing, not even getting in the suit - he'd gotten in the suit before to kill the children originally and had probably laughed, so he knew that doing those things was safe. It was trying to survive by running through the water (which was the quickest way to the suit) that killed him.

·        Though "exotic butters" being a gift basket for the main character appears to be part of the glitchy keypad's Running Gag, the technician may have been attempting to request it on purpose, considering how much popcorn he eats.

·        There are some parallels with the vampire soap opera and with the story of Circus Baby and Mr. Afton: 1) Vlad refuses to admit that he fathered a child, even though the baby has his skin color and habits. Mr. Afton created Circus Baby based on his daughter, but now he's left her to rot in the Circus Baby basement, to be shocked and forced to perform for no audience. 2) Vlad's son wreaks havoc in his mother's house and at the daycare. Circus Baby killed a girl by accident and at night manipulates the security guard into helping her and the other animatronics escape. 3) In the Fake Ending, Vlad and Clara reconcile, but they don't address their bigger problems like the child support, or her cat getting traumatized. Eggs escapes in the Fake Ending and is fired with a severance package that included exotic butters, but Mr. Afton is still on the loose, Ennard is in Eggs's house, and the two technicians will remain vanished from the lore.

·        "Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria Simulator", is a Double-Meaning Title. Besides describing the "Pizzeria Tycoon" portions of the game, it also describes the location in which the game takes place — it's a "simulation" of a Fazbear's Pizzeria meant to lure Springtrap, Baby, etc., to a location where they believe they can once again continue to murder innocent children, only for them to be trapped and destroyed within.

·        It's possible to receive a lawsuit accusing one of your animatronics of having hurt someone... even if you have yet to purchase and/or salvage a single animatronic. These might simply be comically pathetic money grabs by parents trying to con you, but perhaps there's more to them than that. The story of the game eventually makes it clear that Cassette Guy has been deliberately trying to lure all the possessed animatronics into your restaurant throughout the entire game. Even if you refuse to salvage any of them, they're probably still hanging around in the alley directly outside of the pizzeria, hoping to find a way inside. It's completely plausible that they might maul anyone unfortunate enough to wander into that back alley, or even briefly break into the restaurant just to cause trouble. This is supported by the fact that you will sometimes have to fight off animatronics in your office even though you never salvaged them as a result of them hiding in larger objects you buy. This proves that at least some of them are capable of breaking in without your permission.

·        The Puppet's origins are alluded to as early as the second game, when the Phone Guy briefly discusses his uneasiness around it. "It can go anywhere" because it was designed to go anywhere, even outside the perimeters of the restaurant, to help a child in need. "It's always thinking" alludes to the fact that THIS puppet is different from the mindless drones that Phone Guy would be used to, having worked with the company since early on.

·        You would have expected going back to Freddy Fazbear's would have brought back the old camera-watching mechanic that's been missing for the last few games, but nope, all you get is a motion sensor. Why? Because if you had cameras, you could see that the animatronics aren't wandering the pizzeria you're building — they're wandering Cassette Guy's death maze. It'd completely spoil the Wham Line of what this location's true purpose is.

·        The Racing Minigame. Taking the proper turn in Lap 4 takes you to a sort of 8-bit adventure game where you control Orange Man as he drives around between a couple of locations, including his home and (apparently) a bar. Neat Easter Egg, right? ....No. Go back to the racing game and watch the bottom half of the screen: that's oncoming traffic. You're not racing anybody, you're just a drunk driver. Specifically, a drunk driver who thinks you're in a car racing.