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razziliciousart · 3 years ago

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Betsy Bat

She plays the triangle and oversees the arcade, where she plays games with kids and dances with DJMM and the rest of the band. She's hella lazy and will usually leave Gregory alone unless he turns off the machine she's playing. Otherwise she offers Gregory assistance in exchange for being left alone and will openly offer to keep an eye on Freddy or Monty while Gregory is snooping.

Depending on the choices Gregory makes, she will either stay in her area or Gregory can choose to lure her out and to Bonnie Bowling, where she can be trapped in the pin machines and Gregory can harvest her ears, giving Freddy the ability to "see" the footsteps of approaching animatronics in ripples.

She does not get along with Roxy, or Moon. She does get along with Freddy, Chica, DJMM, and misses Bonnie. Her only opinion of Monty is that she likes to look at him.

Calls Gregory "Kiddo", "mini nugget", "pint size", "gregorio". Calls Freddy "dadbear", "fazzy faz", and "fredboy". Calls Monty "big boy", "eye candy", and "gummy". Calls Roxy "roozer", "roo roo", and "roxeroo". Calls Chica "Chi chi", "chizza", and "Cha cha".

If Gregory plays the first princess quest, she will offer him hints where the other two are and how to beat them. She can also be challenged to arcade games as a minigame and if beaten will offer flashlight upgrades or miscellaneous Betsy merch.

Her room is in the arcade, and is no different than the bands room, except for her room always being dark with glowing stars on the ceiling. There are hints that she used to bowl with Bonnie often and was part of the main band until Roxanne was added and the two constantly had spats. If her room is entered and she's talked to, she will remark about Gregory "sticking his nose where it doesn't belong".

Voice claim: Morgan Garrett (VA of Akane Owari in the Danganronpa anime)

Gregory: "Why aren't you hunting me like the others?"

Betsy: "you think I wanna end up like Darth Maul, Miss Roboto, and Firekeeper over there?"

In the loading dock ending while Freddy's holding the door for dear life, Betsy's just in the backseat being jostled around while playing on a Switch she got from confiscated items. Bitch didn't even wanna go.

Betsy is non hostile towards Gregory and can't be decommissioned except during the small window when the arcade is being reset. That's the only time she is hostile towards Gregory and can be lured into the Bonnie Bowling pin machines, where she gets crushed and can have her ears removed and applied on Freddy.

Betsy wouldn't fly, shes too lazy. She just wants to play triangle and eat nachos and watch Monty. Soft shiny vinyl is what makes her wings and has a glitter affect that would add that 80s pop band aesthetic. The pointy ends of the wings being part of why she got removed from the main stage. Accidentally poking eyes out and getting demoted to the arcade. The often forgotten poke of '86. Didn't hurt the kid's frontal lobe, but he did have to get minor surgery and wear an eyepatch for like three weeks. It's ok tho he got a complimentary foxy pirate eye patch and a waiver to promise not to sue. But Betsy does still feel kinda bad.

Betsy doesn't show much interest in Vanessa or Vanny and openly calls Vanny a gross furry and will warn Gregory to "watch out for the prancing fursona" if Vanny is lurking I the arcade

If Betsy is decommissioned:

Freddy's response to the advanced hearing: "Oh wow! I can hear everything! I can even hear the daycare attendant across the pizzaplex! This is just like Betsy!"

Gregory: "Yup, just like Betsy"

Freddy: "Now we can talk even from our rooms!"

After being decommissioned, she will wander the entire pizzaplex and be hostile towards Gregory.

When hunting Gregory, Betsy will mostly growl, screech, and make assorted comments: "Maybe I deserve this" "this would've never happened if she never showed up" "Hello! Is anyone there!" "It's so quiet..." "where are my friends..." "I just wanted to be alone"

If shot with the fazeblaster, she will make assorted glitched screeches and scold Gregory with assorted comments: "Watch where you aim that thing!" "Do I look like a threat to you!" "How about I shoot YOU in the eye, brat!"

If snapped with the fazcamera, she will also screech and scold Gregory with: "You're such a sore loser!" "Do it again, I dare you!" "See if I help you again!"

If hit with either too often in the same hour, she will jumpscare Gregory and throw him into Freddy's compartment. (Ei: jumpscared then appearing from inside freddy whether or not freddy was there beforehand.) She will then tell Gregory "Keep your pet on a leash, fred!"

Betsy is always at a different machine each time Gregory enters the arcade. Probably working on getting her high scores back in the newly reset games.

While the arcade is being reset, she will lurk around. Instead of mostly dialogue, Gregory will hear squeaking and clicking, indicating Betsy using echolocation to find Gregory in the dark. Aside from sounds, Betsy will make remarks like "That was my high score!" "How could one brat ruin my win streak!" "You'll wish you were a ball in a pachinko machine when I find you!"

If unlocking the secret door in preparation for the true ending, Betsy will grow more quiet.

After one lock: "You should really stop while you're ahead, nugget"

After two locks: "You don't know what's behind that door. Its best to stay that way."

After all three locks: "Don't let him escape. Whatever you do."

After that, she will only tell Gregory to "Get out while you're able, kid" "Hes coming." "He knows you're here." "Go home, kid."

When Betsy was part of the main band with Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica when the pizzaplex first opened, she had been made with the intention of filling in what would have been Foxys place, spare parts from Funtime Foxy being used to build parts of her. Eventually, she and Chica became so popular with the young girls who visited the Pizzaplex that Betsy got an overhaul and was rebuilt with her own parts. While some traits of funtime Foxy can still be seen, none of her parts remain from the former animatronic.

If going for the hero ending:

Betsy will hint at the locations of each Princess quest.

"I found this old game back by Roxys Salon. Creepy thing, not really my style."

After one princess quest: "oh you found that old game? It's got a sequel somewhere around here. DJ mentioned it a few times."

After beating two of the games: "you have a weird taste in games. Just like that greasy furry. She loved the threequel."

When Bonnie was decommissioned and moved to the Bowling Alley, and Monty moved into his place, Betsy began acting out. She would vanish from birthday parties and hide out at the arcade. She would refuse to return to her room unless allowed to visit Bonnie at the Bowling Alley, first. When Bonnie was officially permanently removed and Roxanne was added to the band, Betsy became more aggressive. She would constantly shove Roxy off the main stage, causing a fight between the two. She would frequently hide out at the Bowling alley and just stare at Bonnie's former stage. She would snap at any staff who attempted to approach her for repairs. It came to a head when she was in the arcade and a child came from behind, startling Betsy into thinking staff had snuck up on her. The pointed end of her wing caught the child in his left eye socket, causing permanent damage that required surgery. The pizzaplex gave the child a complimentary foxy the pirate eyepatch and a one year membership in exchange for no lawsuit. But after the incident, Betsy was not quite the same. She became cold to children and would try to keep her distance from them.

When first encountered non-hostile, if Freddy is present, he will comment about how he believes Betsy isolates herself out of fear of harming others, and how she was never quite the same "when the band broke up".

If freddy is left alone near Betsy while Gregory is wandering about, they can be heard idly chatting. "Hey fredboy, you up for a game?" "I cannot, I'm sorry." "You never were good at these, eh?"/"So, took the dad in dadbear seriously?" "I am protecting Gregory. He must go home." "Keep telling yourself that."/"You still chummy with those fakes?" "They are my friends" "Well... When they decide to replace you, you can bunk with me." "Thank you, Betsy."

A present with golden glamrock Bonnie plushie can be found in her room along with a duffelbag containing a message that retells the story from the perspective of the staff who tried to fix her.

If not spoken to and Gregory is wandering nearby while animatronics are lurking, Betsy will make idle comments without prompt.

If intact Chica is in the arcade: "She keeps talking about candy. Where is she getting candy?"

If intact Roxy is in the arcade: "Smells like wet dog and narcissism in here"

If intact Monty is in the arcade: "Hey kid, walk this way. I wanna watch him go by one more time."

If broken Chica is in the arcade: "Somehow these sounds are worse..."

If broken Roxy is in the arcade: "heheheheheh oh this is too good"

If broken Monty is in the arcade: "You better run, kid, that's some nightmare inducing stuff!"

If moon is out and about and Gregory is in the arcade: "ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ONE MORE GAME AND I'LL SLEEP! can't do nothing in this place"

#fnaf sb #bat #fnaf #security breach #five nights at freddy's #five night's at Freddy's security breach #glamrock animatronics #glamrock freddy #glamrock oc #glamrock bonnie #my art

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sholangagaga · 3 years ago

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Glamstar AU: Chapter 18

Hoh! This one is a two parter purely because I had A LOT i wanted to tell for this chapter and not enough spacing to separate it into multiple mini chapters, you know?

So instead of making this one 4 chapters long and over stepping the 24 chapter marker, why not condense it into 2 decently long chapters? Go me!

As always, enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 18: The Longest Night, Part 1

It was currently 3:30am.

Vanny had been removed from the premises, sent back to town in handcuffs to be properly charged and arrested. The coroner had packed up Wilson’s body and shipped it off to the morgue.

Once again, everything was silent.

Almost all of the human staff had long since been sent home, though they were mostly delivery men or other third party employees on temporary payroll. Aside from Jin, Jaime, and Gregory, the only other humans left were the police.

Word of Wilson’s death and betrayal spread throughout the Pizzaplex, which unsettled most of the synthetics. The one who felt the worst, however, was HRMN.1.

“He modified me,” she gasped, hugging herself. “If he was evil the entire time, what did he do to me?”

With Wilson dead, there was no way to ask him. But there was no guarantee he even would have truthfully responded if asked. The truth of the matter was, Wilson was the person who had been tasked with working on HRMN.1. There was really no telling what he could’ve done to her hardware when left alone.

“Let me take a look at it.” Jin said, uncrossing her arms. Everyone turned to look at her, confused at the declaration. She narrowed her eyes, returning the gaze. “. . .What?”

“What are you going to do?” HRMN.1 lowered her hands. “Wilson isn’t around anymore, how are you going to fix what he did?”

“While it’s true we don’t know what he changed, we can just use deductive reasoning and figure it out.” When no one seemed to understand what she was referring to, she began to get frustrated. “The logs! Geez!”

“She’s right,” Foxy agreed, tapping his chin with his finger. “Even if Wilson was some criminal mastermind, he still had an appearance to keep. Every technician who comes through these doors and tinkers with a bot has to keep a log. It’s how Fazzy and them keep track of costs and upgrades.”

“Which means that he would have to have kept a list of everything he changed from the original blueprints.” Roxanne completed his thought, averting her gaze when the paternal fox looked at her with pride. “I hate to admit it, but Wilson was no idiot. He wouldn’t have written anything down that would have incriminated him in the long run.”

“So then we are back to square one.” Freddy uttered, his shoulders drooping a tad.

“Not quite.” Jin began, grinning. “By omitting whatever he did, that means that anything we find that isn’t on the logs is something that’s not supposed to be there. That’ll be how we see what he tampered with.”

There seemed to be mutual agreement among the group, quiet muttering and conversation ringing out between individuals. It was only after a few minutes that a voice rang out.

“Okay,” HRMN.1 whispered. Upon realizing that she wasn’t speaking loud enough, she cleared her throat and tried again. “Okay.”

The others turned to face her.

She looked up, her expression resolute. “Let’s do it.”

–

In the service tube, HRMN.1 laid across the gurney. Her hands were folded over her abdomen, and she simply stared up at the ceiling. Beside her, Gregory sat silently.

“Do you think it’ll hurt?”

Gregory blinked, looking over at the synthetic. “What?”

“Do you think it’ll hurt? When Jin fixes whatever’s wrong with me?”

“Can you. . .feel pain, Momo?”

She didn’t answer right away, nor did she make eye contact. The synthetic twiddled her fingers, pursing her lips before she spoke up again. “I’m just thinking aloud. I just wonder what things will be like once this is over. Maybe I’m just. . .overthinking.”

Gregory reached out and gently held her hand. Finally, she looked at him. He could see the emotions behind her eyes. Her fear, her uncertainty, her distrust of herself.

“Momo, no matter what happens, you’re always going to be you.”

HRMN.1 laughed dryly, biting back tears. “That’s the problem,” she squeezed his hand gently, as if trying to hold onto something. “I don’t know who I am anymore.”

Gregory didn’t know what to say. He knew he should’ve said something, but no words came to mind. All he could do was hold onto her hand. Maybe hoping that was enough to get the message across. They sat like that, in comfortable silence, until Jin walked into the cylinder.

“Alright, Greg. It’s time for us girls to have a little talk. Go wait outside with Freddy and the others, okay?”

HRMN.1 nodded her head, looking from Jin and back to Gregory. It took her a second before she finally let go of the boy’s hand. He slid off of the metal stool he was sitting on and walked out of the cylinder.

“Don’t worry.”

Gregory looked up to Jin, blinking slowly. The woman simply smiled at him reassuringly.

“I’ll take good care of her.”

“I know you will.” he returned the smile, leaving the cylinder.

–

“Gregory!”

“Hmn?”

Gregory looked up from his Faz-watch at the sound of someone calling his voice. It was Sun, who was currently engaged in a game of Cat’s Cradle with Jaime. Across from them sat Foxy, who was fast asleep with his arms crossed and a bottle loosely held in one hand. Gregory knew he was asleep because the synthetic was snoring. Were the synthetics even genuinely capable of sleep? Or was Foxy just pretending? Either way, Gregory was almost impressed.

“Don’t you want to watch us play? Jaime’s become quite good at this game, and she only just learned today!” The synthetic rhymed, wiggling excitedly in his chair.

Jaime was busy looping the string around Sun’s fingers, carefully forming the next shape. “It’s pretty easy once you get the hang of it, but I have no idea what the end goal is.”

“Why, you keep playing and playing! The game goes on forever until you can no longer make shapes!”

Foxy’s snoring increased in volume for a second or two, before tapering back down.

“I agree with Foxy, I’ll pass.” Gregory joked, looking back down at his wrist. He tapped the screen on his Faz-Watch, cycling through the cameras. He had no idea what he was really looking for. His thoughts kept cycling back to HRMN.1 and her maintenance. What would Jin find? Would Momo be okay after the fact? The more he thought about it, the worse he felt. He was regretting not saying anything to her before. She needed comfort. She was terrified, doubting herself and going into an invasive procedure that might change her, for better or worse. And all he could do was hold her hand and stare at her like. . .like an emotionless robot. Oh, the irony.

“What’s the matter with you, huh?!”

Gregory jumped, slapping a hand over his Faz-Watch as if he were doing something worth hiding. He swore under his breath, scanning the room for the owner of the voice from before. Only to see Roxanne looking none-to-pleased with Foxy.

She snatched the bottle from his hands as he groggily sat up. “There’re kids around, you damn fool! Where’d you get this from, huh?!”

“Mmwhuh?”

“Don’t ‘mmwhuh’ me!” the she-wolf snarled, holding the bottle by its neck as if she were planning to use it as a weapon. Roxanne was currently wearing a casual outfit, a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. Her face was clear of any paint or makeup, and her hair was tied and pinned up in a large bun atop her head. Gregory rarely got to see this side of her, even after all of the nights he spent at the Pizzaplex. The wolf was very careful to “keep her sleepsona hidden away” as she liked to call it, so the fact she was out here in front of everyone like this meant she was royally pissed off. Foxy, however, didn’t seem the least bit concerned.

“Soz Anny. Keep your fur in line, I was just takin’ a quick kip.”

“With a bottle of liquor in your hand??”

“ Tis all hunky-dory out here, the kiddies ain’t even notice!”

Roxanne raised the bottle over her head, preparing to swing. Luckily for Foxy, Monty swooped in and grabbed her wrist and in turn took the bottle away before she could cause any bodily harm with it.

“Easy there, Rox! She just needs her beauty sleep. If you’ll excuse us, ladies, gents.” Monty tipped an imaginary hat towards Foxy, Sun, and the children, lifting an irate Roxy up under his arm and walking off towards their green rooms.

“What a right idea that is.” Foxy yawned, stretching himself out. “I should go hit the pods too. Been running nonstop all day and well into the wee hours of the morn.”

“Okay, enjoy your rest, Foxy!” Sun beamed, unraveling the now tangled string from his fingers. With the crowd thinning out, it was now just the one synthetic, Jaime, and Gregory.

“I guess the others went to recharge too, huh?” Jaime asked, helping Sun with the string predicament.

“Mhm! Chica and Bonnie turned in after their maintenance was done. Direct order from Jin and the technicians! HRMN.1 is currently undergoing her own maintenance as you both know, and well, you already witnessed Monty, Roxanne, and Foxy turning in for the night.”

“What about Freddy?” Gregory observed, looking around. Freddy was nowhere to be seen as well. Had he turned in without saying anything?

“Hmm. I believe he’s currently speaking with the lead detective. I haven’t seen either of them since the rest of you came up here to the main area.”

The three fell into a comfortable silence, the only sound between them being the soft shuffle of the yarn against itself as Jaime and Sun continued their game of Cat’s Cradle and the faint sound of the staff bots and wandering officers.

Gregory yawned, leaning his head against the table in front of him. He felt exhausted, and rightfully so. This day has been nothing but back to back excitement for him. And now, it was peaceful. Quiet. He almost felt comfortable drifting off to sleep. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier until they shut completely. He might’ve actually fallen into deep sleep too, if not for Jaime gently shaking him awake.

“Hmm?”

“You shouldn’t sleep out here, you could catch a cold!” Sun instructed, dancing around the two children in his usual manner. Energetic despite the time and the circumstances, it seems. Jaime ignored the synthetic, extending her hand out to Gregory.

“If you’re tired, we can go to Freddy’s green room. I don’t really want to stay out here either.”

“Turning in for the day as we― Hey!”

Gregory tried in vain to rub the sleep out of his eyes. He just felt so tired, it was getting more and more difficult to keep his eyes open. Unable to fight it anymore, he huffed softly and took hold of Jaime’s hand. “Okay, I want to sleep.”

“I can see that.”

“I really, really want to sleep.”

Jaime smiled, pulling him up and off the chair. “I think after everything you’ve been through today, you deserve to sleep.”

–

Freddy’s green room was the same as it always was. The main lights were off, so the only shine being cast within the room was the one from the neon bulbs decorating the walls. Gregory had gotten used to sleeping with the lights on, in fact, the dull hum of the neon lighting was enough to drag him to sleep some nights.

Jaime laid against one of the couches, hugging an oversized Freddy plush. “It’s so. . .bright in here. How do you manage to fall asleep?”

“It’s not too bad when you get used to it.” Gregory yawned, laying down on the opposite couch. He pulled the blankets up to his chin, letting himself comfortably sink into the soft cushions. “If it bothers you, Sun can probably let you sleep in the daycare.”

“Surrounded by all of those kiddie toys and baby-barf stained blankets? No thanks.” Jaime remarked with disgust, pulling a laugh from Gregory.

“They wash the blankets!”

“Every day?”

“Every day. . .when they remember.”

Both erupted into a fit of laughter over that, accidentally knocking over stray plushies and pillows.

“You know,” Jaime began, wiping a tear of joy from her eye. “I had a lot of fun today. More fun than I’ve ever had! Well, before the whole Wilson thing.”

“I’m glad.” Gregory replied, still feeling the call of exhaustion but wasn’t too tired to carry a conversation. “It was your field trip. You deserved to have fun.”

The blonde tightened her grip on the Freddy plush, lidding her eyes. She seemed to be debating something, like there was something burning on her mind but she didn’t know how to talk about it. Before Gregory could ask, however, she spoke up again.

“How can you still be so. . .okay? With everything that happened? Why are you still so nice to me?”

Gregory looked at her like she had grown another head. “You’re my friend, why wouldn’t I be nice to you?”

Friend, friend, friend. He had said that all day today, hadn’t he? Calling people his friends, and then seeing people he thought were his friends betray him. He shouldn’t let himself be so outwardly trusting, but at the same time, Gregory wasn’t someone who bit his tongue when it came to the things on his mind. Jaime knew that. But she still couldn’t stop herself from second-guessing.

“I’ve never had a real friend before. Not since my dad died.”

“I’ve never had a real friend ever. And I don’t even remember my real parents.” Gregory shrugged, causing Jaime to wince. Sometimes she forgot that he was an orphan before Fazbear Entertainment found him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to―”

“It’s okay. I told you, I don’t even remember them. Besides, I have Freddy and Bonnie now. They’re like my parents, and they’re better parents to me than my real ones ever were.”

Jaime recalled their prior conversation after the endoskeleton rescued them. It almost made her laugh. “I guess we really do have that in common,” she shook her head. “Our parents are robots.”

“Well, mostly. Jin’s a human.”

“Or so we think.”

Another round of laughter rang out before tapering off into yawns. That’s right, they had initially come to the green room to sleep. Gregory was enjoying himself so much, he’d almost forgotten how tired he was.

He yawned again, no longer able to fight the sandman’s grasp. “Mmf. G’night, Jaime.”

“Good night, Gregory.” came the other’s soft reply.

With nothing but the sound of the neon lights humming softly, the two children finally drifted off to sleep.

–

“What do you think?”

Joyner and Freddy stood side-by-side in the section of the Pizzaplex’s underground area. The lighting in this area was dim and faded, so the detective held an industrial flashlight in his left hand.

“I think this elevator is not up to code, nor does it follow any plausible safety protocols. I am surprised that this contraption even survived a single trip.”

“Gee, tell me how you really feel.” the detective snickered, shining the flashlight all around the area. Nothing looked out of place, for a dilapidated sinkhole entrance. His light caught the glint of metal in the distance. A staircase of some sort? “Hmm.”

Upon closer inspection, the staircase was haphazardly slapped together. Joyner was surprised he didn’t see any duct tape at the intersecting parts. What a death trap. While he couldn’t really blame them for not trying to keep this place looking pretty, it was still an occupational hazard for the workers.

“Had I known I’d be descending a rickety staircase into a sinkhole at the bottom of a Freddy’s, I would’ve brought some OSHA members with me. Stay close, Fred. And be careful.” He stepped onto the stairs, slowly walking down it. One step, two steps, three. The metal groaned with his weight, and suddenly, there was no weight at all. Joyner didn’t even realize what had happened, the sound of metal scraping against concrete and solid rock was deafening. After a moment, it clicked for him. That noise was the staircase collapsing.

The staircase fell apart with him on it. He was free-falling.

Joyner had shut his eyes, bracing for an impact that never came. After a tense couple of seconds, he noticed he was still suspended, but no longer falling. Actually, it seemed like he was being raised upwards.

“Detective,” Freddy murmured, hoisting the man back up onto the ledge. “Was it not you who had informed me to ‘be careful’? I did not think it needed saying, but perhaps you should also attempt to be careful.”

“Right, sorry.” Joyner grumbled in response, still trying to will his soul back into his body. Why did he feel like he was being scolded by his parents? These synthetics are more realistic than the detective remembered.

The two looked over the edge, listening as the staircase tumbled down before faintly clattering against the ground. It was a steep drop.

Joyner whistled a bit, trying in vain to shine his flashlight down the hole to maybe see the bottom. “One hell of a drop. Think you could manage it, Fred?”

“Even I would not survive a fall from that height, Detective.”

“You know that for a fact, or―?

“I am not going to jump. We will take the elevator.”

“Oh sure, the stairs didn’t work, let’s take the elevator that you yourself said wasn’t up to code.” Joyner complained, circling around to approach the entrance of the elevator. Pressing the button, the doors opened almost immediately. As if the elevator had been waiting for them.

“That’s weird,” Joyner remarked, cautiously stepping inside but not straying too far from Freddy. “The team we sent down here never came back up. Why is the elevator car up here instead of at the bottom?”

If Freddy had an answer, he didn’t say anything about it. Instead, he stood beside the detective and reached forward, tapping the descent button.

“Fred? What’s on your mind?”

“I have a bad feeling, Detective.” Freddy watched as the doors slowly shut, officially closing them within the elevator. “This is not the first time a group of people have disappeared down here. While it is hard to remain optimistic, I do not wish to assume the worst.”

Joyner scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm and bitterness. “This is Fazbear Entertainment we’re talking about here, Fred. Your first instinct should be to expect the worst.” He tensed a bit when the elevator shuddered. Otherwise, it seemed to operate just fine.

“Detective.”

“Yeah?”

“Why do you keep calling me ‘Fred’?” Freddy turned to face the man, confusion evident in his expression.

Joyner returned the confused look. “Short for Fredbear. Freddy, Fred. That’s your name, isn’t it? What kind of question is that?” He didn’t understand. He’d heard Foxy offhandedly call him Fred as well and the synthetic seemed just fine with it.

“My name is not Fredbear. I am Freddy. Just Freddy.”

“Oh for crying out loud, what’s the difference?”

Freddy made a face, a cross between hurt and frustration. “There is a big difference. Fredbear is from the family diner of the same name. He is my progenitor. I am Freddy Fazbear.”

“I― Really? Wow. A lot has changed in 40 years.” Joyner chuckled a bit, scratching his chin. “What makes you two so different?”

“I like to think that I am my own person. There will always be another Freddy, but there will never be another Freddy like me. Just as I will never be the same as the ones who came before me.” After his rooftop talk with Momo, he had some time to really think about things. The differences between the Freddys from before, he’d really only heard rumors about it. After all, the past Freddys were all decommissioned and scrapped. He’d never have a chance to meet them even if he wanted to.

Joyner seemed to be staring at Freddy now. The gaze caused the synthetic to become a bit embarrassed.

“Was that a strange thing to say?”

“No, it’s just. . .you’re so human. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were just a normal guy playing a part.” The detective shook his head, looking forward. The elevator was slowing down. They must’ve been close to the bottom. “I wonder if this is what he wanted.”

“Who―”

The elevator shuddered to a stop, causing Joyner to nearly lose his balance. Luckily, Freddy was once again quick to catch him. They silently nodded in affirmation to each other, and the elevator’s doors slowly slid open.

It was dark, and Joyner shined the flashlight ahead of them to maybe get some bearings on their surroundings. There was a generator to the right of the door, the light flashing red. Further ahead was a hallway with hanging lights against the crumbled walls. Joyner approached the generator and flipped the switch. The light turned green and it hummed to life, powering something he couldn’t see.

“I presume you want to move forward?” Freddy was looking around at the scenery. He always knew there was something under the Pizzaplex. But to physically be here and see it with his own eyes? To say he was overwhelmed was certainly an understatement.

“I need to find my people,” Joyner said, resolute. “If they’re here, and they need help, then I need to be there for them. Wouldn’t you do the same if it were your friends?”

“Family,” Freddy corrected, but nodded in agreement. “I understand your sentiment, Detective. I am not here to stop you.”

“No, of course you aren’t.” Joyner shined his flashlight down the hallway, seeing that it seemed to stretch on and on. “Shall we, Freddy?”

“Yes, Detective. Lead the way.”

–

There were two more generators along the path, with Joyner activating each one, before they ran into the endos. They looked to be relatively inactive. Even approaching and touching them did nothing.

“I do not like this.” Freddy remarked, gently running his hand along one of the endoskeleton’s shoulders.

“Did you know them?” Joyner booted up another nearby generator. This was starting to annoy him.

“No. These are older models.” Freddy didn’t take his eyes off of the endoskeleton. While it wasn’t active and probably never was, the synthetic couldn’t help but feel sorry for it. “This is more akin to being a human and seeing skeletons everywhere.”

Joyner shuddered at the thought. He walked forward through the thick fog, seeing the red light of a generator on the opposite end. He flipped the switch and out of his peripherals, he saw something red alight. It was the neon lighting of a bright, festive sign.

“Hey Freddy.”

The synthetic walked through the fog, first focused on the detective before noticing he was staring straight ahead. Following his gaze, he saw the sign for himself.

“Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Place. You recognize it?”

“This is the location that the Pizzaplex had replaced. I had thought this place was demolished completely.”

“Well, apparently someone lied.” There was a Security bot patrolling the door, and around it were more generators. Great, more generators. “We were informed that there was a sinkhole underneath this place, but no one ever said there was an entire secondary building here.”

Freddy gently grabbed the Security bot and flipped a switch underneath the base of its skull. The bot now stood motionless and out of their way. “Do you think this is where your team disappeared to? They may be just exploring this building.”

“Yeah, let’s hope it’s that simple.” Joyner pushed the double doors open, walking forward into the building. How long has this place been here? Why wasn’t it completely demolished?

Flipping another generator, the pair were face to face with a relatively well-kept pizzeria. Gray and white checkered tiles, retro diner aesthetic in full bloom. The stage was well-lit, with spotlights shining almost blindingly bright. Above them, fluorescent bulbs flickered and sparked.

“This really takes me back.” Joyner sighed wistfully, picking up a rotten paper party hat. The color had long since faded to a water-stain speckled remnant of its past color, presumably blue. Folding chairs, vinyl stools, tables and tableware scattered about and left to rot. “What the hell is going on here?”

“What indeed, Detective.” Freddy tapped the screen of a rusted over arcade cabinet. Whatever design it had faded to something entirely illegible, and the screen displayed nothing but static and white noise. Salvaging these would be nearly impossible, and the motherboards within were probably fried beyond repair. What was this nagging feeling in his chest?

“There’s a way down over here.”

The synthetic walked over to the man, looking at the very obviously new recharge station installed nearby. Were they planning on bringing synthetics down here? A recharge would be nice right about now. He’d been pushing himself so hard today. His battery wasn’t dangerously low, but it wouldn’t be smart for him to continue onward without taking a break. Who knew when he would see another recharge station.

Freddy opened up the door to the station and grabbed one of the plugs. A slight recharge was all he really needed, just enough to get him through the next few hours. He reached for his collar, trying to pull it down to plug the cord into his neck. Admittedly, Freddy had never tried to plug himself in while still dressed in his stage costume, so he was struggling a bit.

“Here, let me help.” Joyner took the plug from the synthetic and pulled aside the costume collar.

“Thank you, Detective. I know this is an inconvenience for you.”

“It’s nothing. You need to charge, even a technologically ignorant old man like me can see something so obvious.” He unlatched the cover for the socket on the base of the synthetic’s neck and popped in the plug. “There we go.”

Freddy turned and sat back against the recharge station, facing the detective. He internally set a timer for when to stop charging, breaking the silence in the meantime. “For someone who is technologically ignorant, you were able to help me very quickly. And without any guidance.”

Joyner pulled a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, tapping the pack against the back of his hand before pulling one out. He held the thing in his mouth, patting around in his other pocket. Understanding what he was searching for, Freddy leant forward and extended his index finger. The fingertip opened to reveal a small metal tube. Joyner raised an eyebrow at the gesture.

“I come equipped with a lighter.”

Now his other eyebrow raised.

“It is for birthday cake candles.”

Joyner decided to leave it at that, accepting the offer and lighting his cigarette. After two deep drags, he spoke up.

“I haven’t been around a synthetic since I was 10. But I know some of their basic anatomy.” the man pointed at his own neck. “Your charging plugs are always on the upper back somewhere. At least back in the 80’s, there was always one at the base of the neck and one between the shoulder blades.”

Freddy nodded, impressed. “One on the base of the neck, and one on either side of the spine, on the trapezius. Three is the minimum in this day and age.”

“You guys do so much, I’m surprised there aren’t more plugs plastered all over your bodies.” Joyner took another drag, exhaling to the side. While he doubted this place still had a working fire system, he’d rather not tempt fate by blowing directly upwards.

Freddy remained quiet, watching him carefully. Studying his face, his expressions, and his gestures. Piecing together information.

“You are related to someone who used to work for the Family Diner.”

Joyner sputtered, nearly dropping the cigarette. “Where in the hell did that come from?”

“You mentioned Fredbear earlier. No one uses that name anymore, not even Fazbear Entertainment. Which must mean you predate me in some regard. You also intimately know of our anatomy. One of your relatives must have been a technician of some sort.”

“Geez.” the man scratched the back of his head, almost flustered at the observations. “You caught all of that just from our little adventure together?”

“Does that mean I am correct?”

Joyner snuffed out the cigarette against one of the checkered tiles on the floor, leaving the butt there much to the chagrin of Freddy. “Yeah, you’re correct. My dad used to work on synthetics. It was pretty much his life’s work.”

“Was?”

“Humans don’t live forever, Freddy.” Joyner sobered, leaning back a tad. “My dad died 6 years ago. A fire, from what I was told.”

“I. . .am sorry.”

“Don’t be. We weren’t close. He buried himself in his work when I was 4, neglected his family. My mom couldn’t stand to look at him anymore, so they split up and I moved away with her. More than 25 years later, I never even get as much as a postcard from him. Just to get a letter in the mail telling me my dad is dead and I inherited his old company. I thought he sold it years ago, but apparently one of the conditions of the contract was that in the case of his death, I’d retain true ownership.

“It’s funny. All those years I spent running from that life, only to get dragged back into it in the span of a week. I was planning on officially renouncing my name on the title.”

“But?” Freddy inquired, captivated by the story.

“Something kept telling me not to. It just. . .felt wrong. I’ve been sitting on the ownership papers ever since. The current owner is a good sport, he was one of my dad’s friends before things went south. I hate to keep leaving him without an answer, though.”

“What is the name of the company?”

Joyner laughed sarcastically, running a hand down his face. Here he was, opening up to a teddy bear man. Maybe he had officially lost his mind. I’d be my father’s son for sure if that were the case, he thought.

Noticing that Freddy was still waiting for an answer and also didn’t seem to find the conversation as funny as he did, he grumbled a bit as his laughter died down.

“You know the name well enough, Freddy.”

The synthetic seemed even more confused, but the slight widening of his eyes clued the detective in that he was slowly putting the pieces together.

“Anyways,” Joyner continued, not bothering to wait for Freddy to figure it out. “Joyner is my mother’s maiden name. After she divorced my dad, she changed our last name. Like I said, we weren’t close, so I wasn’t too upset about it.

“My name, my birth name, is Samson. Samson Emily. But my friends and family just call me Sammy.”

“You are the son of Henry Emily.” Freddy shook his head, expression unreadable. Shocked, Joyner deduced. He wasn’t wrong, but Freddy wasn’t shocked for the reasons he originally expected. It was the revelations uncovered after this reveal that truly threw the synthetic through a loop.

“She would be elated to see you. Surely she will remember you now that her memory is returning.”

“She who?” Now it was Joyner’s turn to ask questions. “Who will remember me?” The way Freddy looked at him almost made Joyner hesitate. Why was it that the very anticipation of his response was causing him distress? What harm could there be in a name?

“I am referring to Charlie, of course.”

–

“C’mon Sammy! We’re gonna be late for the party!”

“I’m coming! I gotta put my shoes on!”

1983. A friend was having a birthday party at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. Which felt like a silly thing to say. Everyone had their birthday party at Freddy’s! Sammy couldn’t think of a single person he knew who didn’t want to have every party at the best pizzeria in town.

No matter how many parties she goes to, Charlie always acted like each one was her first. She was annoyingly excitable like that. Sammy never really understood it. Oh sure, he thought the robots his dad and uncle Will made were cool, but they were just robots! How much fun can you have hearing a robot sing the same song and dance over and over again?

Once his shoes were strapped up, Sammy joined his twin at the door. Their dad was probably waiting outside for them.

“Okay, ready.”

“Where’s your bracelet??” Charlie squeaked, pointing towards Sammy’s bare wrist.

“Huh? Oh, it’s in my pocket.”

“You have to wear it! Otherwise the Puppet won’t be able to keep track of you!”

“I don’t care about that stupid Puppet!” Sammy yelled, causing Charlie to wince. “It’s ugly, and scary! It stares at me and I hate it!”

Charlie lowered her hand, a look of hurt on her face. The Puppet was one of her favorites. “How could you say that?”

“Charlie, I just don’t understand you. Why are you so obsessed with those robots? They can’t feel or show emotions! They’re so creepy! I bet you don’t even care about Mamie’s birthday party. You just want to go and listen to Fredbear and his stupid creepy friends!”

The girl recoiled as if she’d be struck. Tears welled up in her eyes. Charlie was always such a crybaby.

Sammy pushed her aside and left out the front door, slipping into the backseat of the family car. He stared out the window, his own eyes burning with tears. He felt the seat shift next to him and the car door shut. Charlie had come into the car as well, but said nothing.

“Are you two okay back there?” Henry called from the front seat, and was then met with soft replies of ‘We’re fine’. While he could tell something was wrong, he knew that pestering them wouldn’t yield any real results. Plus, they were going to be late.

Whatever this was, they can solve it later.

“Give it up for the birthday girl!” Announced Freddy, this one with brown hair, freckles, and an outfit resembling a waiter. At his side stood Bonnie and Chica, who were holding a present and a birthday cake, respectively.

Sammy furrowed his brow. Charlie still hadn’t forgiven him for what he said earlier. She was so mad, in fact, she sat at the farthest possible table away from him. He didn’t think it was worth getting that angry about.

“Sammy!”

The boy jumped, looking up. It was Chica, smiling down at him with her usually cheerful expression. She set a slice of cake down in front of him before looking around. “Where’s Charlie?”

“She’s at table 3.” he grumbled bitterly, picking up a plastic fork and poked the cake with it. Chocolate with rainbow frosting. Mamie loved rainbows.

“Why aren’t you two together?”

Sammy turned away from the synthetic. He didn’t want to talk about it with some robot who couldn’t understand. Chica blinked a couple times and left the boy alone. She took the hint immediately, much to his surprise.

When Sammy turned back to look at Charlie again, he noticed that she was walking away with a group of other children he didn’t recognize. Was she so mad that she didn’t even want to be in the same room as him?

He stabbed the cake with his fork, shoveling the treat into his mouth as if trying to bury his feelings with it. This time, he couldn’t stop the tears from streaking down his cheeks.

–

Sammy wandered around the pizzeria, looking for his sister. He was tired of this, of fighting. If he apologized, Charlie would forgive him. She was his sister, and he didn’t want her to hate him. He’d even say he thought the Puppet was cute if it made her happy.

“Charlie? Charlieeee!”

He asked other kids. He checked the bathrooms. He even checked in the Parts and Service room, despite how it creeped him out. Nothing. Charlie was nowhere to be seen. Did she leave without him?

Sammy rounded the corner and bumped into a group of children. They were wearing security bracelets; pink and orange. He recognized they were the same children who were with Charlie earlier.

He started to open his mouth to ask, and the tallest child shoved him to the ground.

“Stupid baby, watch where you’re going!”

“Hey,” the girl with the pink bracelet said, looking over her shoulder. “Doesn’t he look like that girl with the green bracelet?”

“That’s my sister!” Sammy hopped back onto his feet. “Where is she?”

The tall child shoved Sammy again before pointing in the direction the girl had looked. “She wouldn’t shut up, so we locked her out to teach her a lesson. That ugly puppet thing went outside to get her though.”

Sammy sprang up again and sprinted past the other kids. Charlie and the Puppet must’ve still been locked outside. Those awful bullies. Even as he ran towards the door, he could hear the laughter of those nasty kids.

It took all of his strength to push the heavy backdoor open. He didn’t want it to lock again, so he stuck a folding chair between the door and the frame. The first thing he noticed was that it was raining hard. The Puppet was out here? Dad had told him and Charlie that the Puppet can’t get wet, otherwise it’ll shut down. He felt himself growing worried.

“Charlie?” Sammy hugged himself, getting thoroughly soaked the farther he walked. “Charlie, please. It’s raining, and I’m cold.

“I’m sorry for making you mad. Please, let’s go back inside. Let’s have some. . .pizza―?”

There, curled up among the garbage, was Charlie and the Puppet. The synthetic was curled around her, as if trying to shield her. But its eyes were dim.

“Charlie?” Sammy fell to his knees, reaching out to his sister. She was just sleeping, sleeping out here in the pouring rain. “Charlie, this i―”

She was cold.

Sammy grabbed her by her shoulders, shaking her repeatedly. “Charlie! This isn’t funny anymore! Wake up!”

But Charlie wouldn’t respond.

He scooted back, and noticed his hands were sticky. Rain is sticky? Sammy looked down and all he saw was red. Thick, red liquid was smeared on his hands and the more he looked, the more he noticed he was practically covered in it.

Covered in blood.

Sammy screamed. He screamed, and screamed. Until his little throat was sore and his voice was hoarse. Until someone ran out of the backdoor and grabbed him.

“Sammy, what’s the matter?”

The boy numbly stared up at the person who was now holding him in his arms. In the dimly lit alley, covered in rain, he couldn’t really tell who he was looking at.

“Sammy, are you hurt? Please, answer me.” The person leaned closer to him and finally the boy could recognize who he was looking at.

“F. . .re. . .d?”

Freddy frowned, his expression twisted with worry. Synthetics were capable of worry?

“Are you okay?” The synthetic asked, the worry evident even in his voice.

Sammy felt so out of it. He was tired and lightheaded from screaming so much. He slowly shut his eyes and felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Are you okay?”

Detective Joyner startled, nearly tumbling over the jersey barriers behind him. The hand on his shoulder was Freddy’s. Glamrock Freddy. The man looked around, realizing he was still in the underground pizzeria. Did he doze off?

“What happened?”

“You fainted, Detective. It was my fault for springing such shocking information on you unprepared.”

That’s right. Charlie.

Joyner felt his brain begin to pulsate with a vicious headache. He must’ve smacked his head when he fainted.

“Freddy, I’m confused. How can Charlie be here? She died, back in ‘83. I saw her body, for chrissake!”

“I do not know the extent, but this Charlie was built by your father. She told me that Henry built her to replace the other Charlie.”

Joyner stared at the synthetic with a stony expression, his mouth a thin line. “He. . .really did that?”

“You do not seem surprised.”

“I always knew he was working on something. When Charlie died, he took it the worst. He buried himself away in the basement, slaving over some new project. It was borderline obsessive. It terrified my mom, so we packed up and moved away.

“After my dad died, I went back to the family house since it was still listed as being owned by him. To settle the deed, you know.”

“Instead of a house, you found rubble.” Freddy finished, recalling that detail from Momo’s recollection.

Joyner nodded solemnly. “No one cleared it out. They just. . .put out the fire. Put a big bubble over whatever was left of the building and just left it to rot. Not even vandals wanted to touch the place.

“I went into the basement and saw everything. The destroyed pods, the schematics. The robotic images of my sister burned and mangled. I figured my old man went crazy and destroyed the house to hide what he did. Didn’t make it any less creepy.”

“HRMN.1 is one of the ones who survived the fire.”

“Who?”

“That is Charlie’s name now. HRMN.1. She is currently undergoing maintenance in Parts and Service.”

“Freddy, I have no idea how I’m supposed to respond to that.”

“Then let us discuss it another time.” Freddy unplugged himself from the charging station, moving into a standing position. “We must return to the others for now.”

“What? Why?” Joyner stood as well. “We made it all the way here! We can’t just go back!”

“We have potentially found where your men disappeared to. That was the point of this trek, was it not?”

The detective pursed his lips.

“We need help. And no one knows we are down here. It would be wise to return to the surface.”

Joyner looked over the jersey barriers and down at the descending spiral of platforms. As much as he hated to admit it, going any deeper would be a mistake. They had found a way down, that was good enough for the time being. Additionally, the man was curious about HRMN.1. Whatever was at the bottom of that hole can wait an hour more.

“Alright,” Joyner said finally. “Let’s head back up.”

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fazcinatingblog · 5 months ago

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Favourite things about Ned Long:

Calling him Neddyyyyyyy

That he played faz percent of his debut game (faz also played that percent of the game for Carlton)

Pretending he's Ned Flanders or something

The fact that Alex Fasolo presented him his jumper and told him to always have a shot and never pass it off

#i hope to add to the list in the coming weeks/months/etc #no idk but i hope he becomes really good for us #stay tuned for later: a list on everything good about Harvey Harrison #and then the up late version: everything good about Harvey Weinstein---- wait no I'm sorry #Tumblr i want to Collingwood more but it's hard they're just so stupid #also there's no Trent and no Ginni and #no fazzy #i walked past Mel yesterday aw man it was nice to see her again #i didn't see her at any of the pies at the pubs last year #anyway #i should go visit my Nana #i feel weird though like i feel fine but there's so much covid and rsv and pneumonia around like sure she's had the covid but the rest?????#is pneumonia contagious #I'm not saying i have it but i mean it's hard like I've had a little breathing difficulty since before covid but no test has shown why #but now every cough and inability to deep breath just sends me worried about all this RSV stuff #plus doesn't help that at the football so many people cough #hmm

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citizensofeggtonarchived · 2 years ago

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"More so his Lucky Star's power burns away magic that isn't his own. He even claims that he can turn people into bombs if he wanted to, though I think he's messing with me." Valente was a bit unhinged, though that was too cruel for him, though Fazzi would say it'd be one fun show to see it. The sheep wouldn't be caught saying that out loud of course. "I guess whenever you find out let me know as Valente isn't one to be a test subject." His ego gets in the way of that.

"Less popular, more feared, though as long as they keep in line, I don't care if they fear or respect me." Fazzi would simply bend anyone that caused problems, simple as that. "Well, whenever High Queen Vix figures out a proper system for traveling to different worlds feel free to hirer me and I'll solve whatever gang problems you have." The sheep had bills to pay so wasn't going to work for free.

"It can burn all forms of magic? Hmm, that's interesting. It sounds more like a sort of magic nullifier...wait a minute..." She hums as she turns the words over in her mind. Nullifying it...Pyromancy already had a similar spell for nullifying mind control with Peace of Mind. Which includes curing someone currently under the effects of it. "I think I might have just figured out a way, but I'll need to test it first." She says to Fazzi.

She then looks around at the people who were starting at Fazzi earlier. "My, quite popular here, aren't you?" She says with a little giggle. "That's a relief either way. Having to deal with the likes of them enough back home is more than enough." She says. Bandits and Black Ring members have thankfully been on the decline, though some are just too stubborn for their own good.

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josiah-olson · 4 years ago

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Chapter 1: To Catch a Bird

The cold of the night kissed at her cheeks, and she could feel the orange-yellow of the bonfire warm against her eyelids. Standing there, on the hard-packed earth beside the fire, Chavugga tried to find her balance. But her legs wavered beneath her, and her outstretched hands moved as branches in the wind. The fire crackled hungrily at her feet, and behind her Chavugga could hear the hushed voices of men and women, and the loud questions and not-so-hushed comments of children. Her mother was among them, she knew, although her voice was not—her mother only rarely talked in public, and when she did, it was for all to hear, for she was a powerful woman.

Chavugga straightened her back, just like she had been taught, and let the breath breathe itself in and back out of her lungs as it pleased. But her mind was circling in pools of worry, listening close to the judgemental whispers behind her, and her heart pounded a dirge fit for a funeral. Or a sacrifice, she thought, for that is what this was.

But the goddess of balance she had sworn her life to did not show her face tonight, and the blessing of wisdom was not yet received, and so focus eluded her still. The whole world will change in the morning, she knew… and that was no easy thing to forget. She would be travelling to Tavuammali in the morning, to play her part on the council. But most importantly, she would be leaving her son. Chavugga’s mother had been insistent upon that point, the city was no place for a boy his age, she had said.

Chavugga couldn’t help but agree. In her own time there, many years ago, she had seen godlessness, violence, and hate, drugs and poverty, sin and slavery—the very worst that people were capable of, and the furthest perversions from spirit one could imagine, it was all there. But she had glimpsed also a beautiful unity like a huge bellowing choir that was all but impossible in a village as small as Mull. The nobles in their elegant halls, dressed in silks and eating the most delicate things, the temples of the Geibachev always filled with songs and dances and prayers, and the beautiful and strange things brought from half a world away to be sold at a market stall. But if the fruit was half bad, even the good must be thrown away. But her mother was right, Fazzi was an angel, pure and untouched, and to take him to the city would certainly leave him stained by some dirty touch or ungodly sight. Still, her want for him to be with her was almost more than her caution, and she would almost certainly take him along with her, if it were not for the threat of her mother’s disappointment.

Chavugga could feel eyes on her; the eyes of all of Mull. Her mother and father, and all the people she shared meals with and laughed with and cried with. The storytellers and musicians, farmers and cooks, healers and sages, and all the little children, they were all there… and their eyes… their eyes weighed heavy upon her. Soon all she could think of were the eyes. They were eyes that had seen her for so many years, and in so many roles; to some she was Chavugga the teacher of the way of Zaadu, to others she was Chavugga the mother of Fazzi. Some knew her as Chavugga who had left her husband, or Chavugga who never spoke unless spoken to. But tonight, they all knew her as Chavugga who had been summoned to the city council.

All the eyes of Mull were upon her, and she was expected to stand there, calm and patient… and to catch a bird with her mind—it was nearly enough to bring her to tears.

So she began again a ritual she had come to love and to hate… one by one, Chavugga forced each muscle of her body into position.

Shaking legs straight and unmoving. Tight neck pulled away and against the crook , uncurving itself. Toes strong into the ground like roots. Jittering fingers, reaching out like straining branches. Now slow the breath down, one jagged breath after another… and finally, the heart follows, and slows.

Everything was finally in its place, everything was straight.

And she was still at last, like a storm shoved into a bottle.

But still, there was no bird. Since they first began the bonfire, she had been standing there… when the sun was still setting, the heat of day still lingering like an aftertaste, and the meal had not yet been finished. Now… the last rays of sunlight had slipped away hours ago, the bones of supper had been thrown to the dogs, and her cheeks grew cold despite the fire.

And Chavugga was nowhere closer to her goal.

To catch a bird, that is all she needed to do.

And so she reached out for the hundredth time, moving her mind, her consciousness, forward. She sent out a feeling of joy into the open air, drawing on a favorite memory of her son. In the memory, Chavugga sat beside the Great River, as Fazzi, barely walking then, splashed joyfully in the peaceful, muddy shallows. Joy, joy, joy, thought Chavugga. But still no bird appeared. The tears welled up at the corners of her eyes. It is time to give up, she caught herself thinking. I’ll be fine without the blessing, I’ve always been fine.

But she pulled back her tears, for she was a strong woman, and strong women don’t cry.

Her father would understand if she didn’t catch it, if she didn’t get the blessing—he had told her as much earlier, when he had pulled her aside as the wood for the fire was being stacked. I gave you my blessing when you first came to our home, he had said, and there are no take-backs with blessings… no matter what mischief you get yourself into, or however many birds you don’t catch.

No, it was her mother who would be disappointed, and she would make her disappointment known—not with her words, but with her gaze. She was a powerful woman, a strong woman, with an aura that followed her like the smell of smoke. Nobody ever mentioned Wauri without saying that she was powerful, like it was a part of her name. Wauri, the Powerful Woman. Chavugga admired her for that, to have a reputation that preceded her, a smoky presence that filled rooms when she entered. But to be the daughter of a woman like that… it was not easy, and even as a grown woman and a mother herself, she feared Wauri’s disappointment like a curse without cure.

A wave washed over her like warm water—a warmth she welcomed just then to wash away the scent of her mother’s sure-to-come disappointment. The wave had a name, and it was Fazzi. Her son, much like his grandmother, could fill a room with his power, although his was of a different sort. Chavugga had watched him lull sobbing and blubbering mourners at a funeral until they were huddled together in silent compassion. She had, on many occasions, felt him turn her own anger aside as he filled her with his child-like joy, and she had woken every morning since his birth to the beautiful mindsong he always sung as he slept; a happy wonder so strong and pure and unashamed that it hurt. People said that he was weak of mind because he still acted in ways one would expect from a boy half his age, but Chavugga knew there was nothing further from the truth; his mind was stronger than any other she had felt—too strong for his own good, she often thought.

With the rising wave of Fazzi’s mindsong, Chavugga felt the air flutter in front of her face, and she knew that he had brought the bird to her. It took all of her control to swallow the laughter in her throat—such excitement filled her that she was likely to burst. Chavugga opened her mouth, focusing her joy upon the bird, and using it to wrap around her prey like a hooked claw at its back. Steady… steady… She felt feathers on her tongue, and knew that it was time.

Her mouth snapped shut, and the fluttering became strong and desperate and wild, then it slowed… then stilled. Hot, salty blood filled her mouth, as cheering filled the world around her. The taste of the blood filled her with something burning—as if the fire itself had leapt inside of her and set her aflame. When she opened her eyes, it was to a different world than the one she had left all those hours ago.

The eyes of everyone in the village were upon her, staring as if seeing her for the very first time. And they had fallen silent, as silent as rushes beside still water. But their eyes… in their eyes she saw admiration. She was no longer just Chavugga the mother, or Chavugga the teacher, or even Chavugga the one who had been summoned. Now, she was Chavugga the blessed, and not a single eye that looked upon her then seemed to see otherwise. Even her mother, from whom a compliment or even a smile was a rare sight, gave Chavugga a gentle nod of recognition when their gazes crossed. She felt so beautiful and loved in the midst of those eyes, if only she could stay there forever… she surely would.

Her father came to her, holding his cane, but not leaning on it—he was a proud man, and said he needed no support other than from his wife, his daughter, and his god. Even so, he walked always with the cane, more to keep Wauri from scolding him than for his own safety. The dreaded locks of his hair bounced with each step as he drew near, drumming against his chest. He smiled at Chavugga, the slivers of his eyes pressing happily aside to make room for his larger-than-life smile.

“My daughter,” he whispered, “You already have wisdom in your head, balance in your feet, and you couldn’t escape my love if you wanted to, but I’ll bless you with these things every day if that’s what it takes for you to see it for yourself.” Then he pointed to the bird, still hanging from Chavugga’s mouth. “Now, spit that out. As your mother would say—you don’t know where it’s been.”

Chavugga cupped his cheeks in her hands, and would have given him a kiss if not for the bird in her mouth. She knelt beside the fire to let the bird fall into flames. They engulfed the creature, and Chavugga watched through a veil of flame as the strands of the feathers curled up, and the yellow and blue that it wore so regally turned into a black shroud in a matter of seconds.

She felt a drop of warm water on her forehead. Through the flames, she could see Fazzi sitting apart from the others. He held his body loose, slouching—a posture Chavugga had scolded him for a thousand times. Lil Faz, his lizard, crawled across his arm, licking at a line of syrup Fazzi would continuously smear there whenever Chavugga wasn’t looking. His hair was messy, his pants dirty, and his shirt was on inside-out again, but right then Chavugga couldn’t be upset about even those things. He was her son, and he loved her. And she would never have caught that bird if it were not for him.

Fazzi rubbed at his forehead. It took up half of his face, and was always bothering him, he said. Some days, it felt heavy, and it was difficult to keep his head up, while other days it was a thunderstorm of headaches. At other times, he swore it felt fragile, like it was a great hollow thing that would someday break open.

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As they walked back to their hut together, hand in hand, and their feet stepping in sync, Chavugga realized she couldn’t go to the city without him. If she could not catch a bird on her own… then how would she bring balance to the city?

No, she wouldn’t leave him… she coudn’t. They hadn’t slept apart since the day he was born, and she would lose her mind if she left him behind, she surely would.

She gave his hand a squeeze. “Thank you,” she said. Fazzi’s huge hazel eyes stared up at her, like he hadn’t the slightest clue why she was thanking him. Lil Faz was stuck to his cheek, licking at the corner of his eye. Fazzi let out a loud laugh, and pulled the lizard away.

“For helping me with the bird, Fazzi,” Chavugga explained, stroking his hand with her thumb. “I’d give you some of the blessing if I could.”

Fazzi laughed at the idea. “Your blessing, Amma? You want to cut it up like a cake?”

“Yes, Fazzi. I want to have a hundred little pieces so that I can make it last forever… and share it with you too!” she lowered her voice to a whisper. “—but I’m not so sure the geds will allow us… I guess we’ll have to ask them when we go to the city.”

“We?” asked Fazzi, his mouth hung open in disbelief.

She nodded. Yes, she thought. It didn’t matter what anyone else said. Why shouldn’t she be with her son? She was his mother. She would take him with her, she decided then, and not even her own mother would be able to stop her, although she was sure to try.

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Chavugga spent the night awake.

Her stomach was twisted into knots, her heart thumping, and besides… she needed to pack her’s and Fazzi’s belongings. But even after the bags had been packed and repacked, her things neatly folded and put in their places, and she had tried to cure her nervousness with both a cup of hot tea and a dozen different positions that the sages claimed brought peace of mind, still her body was restless.

A waking dream filled her mind. In it, she was surrounded by huge stone people, their booming voices filled the air with judgement, and their serious and sullen faces lined up by the hundreds. And there she stood, in the center of them all… but she was no more than a little child, bare-footed, flat-chested, and with a voice that even when she yelled was no more than a quiet croaking whisper. And she was alone, and Fazzi and her mother and father were nowhere to be seen, and even her student Jaceira had abandoned her. The stone totems began to fall upon her, crumbling at their bases. But she was so small and so alone, that she did not even bother to run away. She could have run, if only someone had been there beside her in the dream. But there was not, and so she was buried in a mountain of stone and dust.

Chavugga blinked the dream away and finished the last sip of her tea. Fazzi was in a deep and dream-filled sleep, and the fire she had made to heat her tea had slowed to pulsing embers, but Chavugga was no closer to sleep than she had been before. She stomped out the embers, threw on a dark, hooded shawl, and planted a kiss on Fazzi’s forehead. He rolled over and giggled in his sleep. His was ever a peaceful sleep—the sort that always seemed to escape Chavugga. She tucked his bare feet back under the covers, and left the hut.

The moon was huge tonight, as plump as a cherry. The people of Tavuammali called it the Eye of Iogwan, Chavugga remembered—one of the most recent creations of the ged makers of the Geibachev. But here in the mountain, where the geds were old and not made, the world was simple and slow , and people were no more and no less than they seemed, the moon was just that… a moon.

Chavugga felt her before she saw her—a smoky haze that begged her to hush before the thought of a word even came to her mind. Her mother, Wauri, the Powerful Woman, was seated cross-legged on the stump of an ancient tree, bathed in the white light of the moon. Her eyes were shut tight, and her hand stroked the pendant of Zaadu, a simple wooden coin hung on a string. Her eyes snapped open when Chavugga took a step her way.

“Chacha,” she said, with a labored smile.

“It’s late, Mother.”

“I was about to say the same,” said Wauri. “But when has my daughter ever slept well before a big day? I thought some prayer would be welcome. Stack the blessings high, they say.” She studied her daughter, wrapped solemnly in her shawl. “Nightmares?”

Chavugga shrugged. “Scary nothings, Mother. I just wish I could sleep.”

“Sleep comes only to those who do not search for it, and dreams are given to us always for a reason, Chacha.”

Dreams maybe, thought Chavugga, but nightmares bring nothing but pain. However, she held her silence, and went to sit on the ground at the roots of her mother’s stump.

“You’re going to miss him, I know,” said her mother. “That doesn’t make you a bad mother. It makes you a good one. Your father and I missed you so badly when you ran off to attend Tavu. I can tell you this, though… I think in the end some distance is good. You mustn’t worry about Fazzi. He is not much younger than you were when you ran off to the city, and he is smart and strong besides. And I promise you I won’t let him out of my sight.” Wauri smiled softly. “How does that sound, Chacha?”

Chavugga looked to the ground, pulling up a handful of grass, roots and all, from the dry soil. “I’m taking him with me, Mother.”

She waited for Wauri to shout, to begin to lecture her, to call her a fool. But she was met only by silence, the distant howls and calls of forest creatures of the night, and the near-blinding light of the moon.

Finally, Chavugga looked up. From here, her mother was silhouetted by the moon, turning her face an impossible dark. She could see nothing of her mother’s face, but her head nodded slowly in thought. “Very well,” she muttered finally. “Now go and get some sleep, darling, and I will keep you in my prayers.”

Chavugga gulped down her fear, it went down hard in her throat, like eating sand. She whispered a goodnight to her mother’s silhouette, and excused herself. Her heart still beat like a mad drum, and her hands shook inwardly. She had been ready to fight, but there was nothing to fight now.

Her mother’s acceptance of her decision only made her feel guilty. Had she chosen wrongly? What if something happened to Fazzi?

“They say that a farmer once came before The Prophet Azmaji,” said Wauri.

Chavugga stopped and looked back. She thought she could see the silver glint of tears on her mother’s cheeks, but they vanished with the wave of her sleeve, like some magic trick, and then she couldn’t be sure if they ever had been there to begin with.

“He carried sacks of seeds ready to plant, and asked The Prophet where the wisest place was to sow…” Wauri became quiet, letting out a long, slow breath.

She didn’t need to finish the tale, for Chavugga knew it well. Azmaji had walked over, and poked holes in the sacks, saying, not in there.

Chavugga wiped her own eyes. But there were no tears, for she was strong. It was never her mother’s anger she had feared, it was her disappointment… her judgement.

And there, in the midst of that story, it had shown its face.

“I’m taking him with me, Mother.”

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SEND ME YOUR URL AND I WILL TELL YOU… - Not Accepting

@fcundfcmiiily asked: fuckin yeets my url, ROAST ME ANN

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The character in general: Okay I love all your OCs and muses so jot that down but I’m gonna focus on Charly whom I LOVE ,,, Good design, good personality, good backstory she’s so interesting and is just YES How you play them: ,,, You’re a good writer, I am not going to roast you Fazzy you are GOOD. And like, Charly and Guzma are so wholesome and I love the Bug Uncle and his Niece. Basically I’ve seen you do so much with Charly and I am always delighted to see her. You, the Mun: I am so glad we met, you’ve become such a good friend of mine! I’m loving our daily Discord talks.

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citizensofeggtonarchived · 2 years ago

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"Well, not like she was trying to play ball with you." Poppy couldn't say Broly was at fault at all seeing as Fazzi was the one who didn't want to drop it, even at the cost of her own life. "Honestly, she'll gets what coming to her sooner or later acting like that." The opossum doubt the sheep was grateful that moment would be later since she stepped in.

"However, I still think your a good and kind person, Broly. Just, don't jump to violence so fast next time. I mean, you can fly which I'm still processing." Poppy only knew of birds and certain people with Lucky Star's that could fly and Broly seemed to be able to just do it. "Speaking of which, mind giving me a lift home? It's a bit of a walk from here." The opossum could guide Broly to her house. "I'll even make you something.. to... eat."

"Right, I didn't get to do any shopping because of Fazzi. Guess I'll have to sort that out later." Poppy mumbled to herself over all the deals she lost out on because of Fazzi.

{{ L }} "Killing her... isn't exactly what I wanted, but if she refuses to leave your or your daughter alone, I see no reason she should live." Broly admits, bluntly .While he didn't have reservations about killing like Goku did, it wasn't always he first decision when dealing with enemies.

But it did mean they were no longer a problem.

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davedimartino · 7 years ago

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NEW THIS WEEK 06.01.09

I happen to believe that a significant number of excellent albums continue to be released, year after year, and that music today is as good as it ever was!

At the same time, those excellent albums aren't necessarily recognized either commercially--i.e. they rarely sell--or, for the most part, critically.

But that's OK!

I say this only because as I make a checklist of this week's 10 most noteworthy releases, I must note with some chagrin that literally half of them contain music that was recorded many years ago! Or by artists who've been around for years!

That being said, I'd like to put a positive spin on all this. The newer artists? They're all exceedingly well-groomed!

Neil Young: Neil Young Archives Vol. 1 (1963-1972) Believe it or not, after all these years of promises and postponements, this is finally the week that first volume of Neil Young's multi-disc career retrospective hits the street! And what a package! Available as an 8 CD set or a 10-disc DVD or a 10-disc Blu-ray set--depending on how much you, the eager consumer wishes to spend--the package is a dream come true for longtime Young fans, especially those who relish a closer look at his earliest, least-documented days. Featuring recordings with his early band the Squires and a plethora of other fab stuff extending through 1972, the set is so chockfull of goodies (photos, videos, interviews, rarities, films--if you pay top dollar you get his film Journey Through The Past), buyers will simply take the set home, listen, watch, eat, drink, go to the bathroom and eventually die, partially satisfied but still--ironically--oblivious to the further promised volumes to come! As it happens, my personal fave Neil Young album is his very first one, so this release will fit my needs perfectly! See you later and please feed my dog!

Dave Matthews Band: Big Whiskey And The GrooGrux King (RCA) If there's a jarring disconnect in the world of the immensely successful Dave Matthews Band, it's the fact that for all their celebrity, their popularity on the concert circuit, their rise to interstellar success in the past few years, I can't for the life of me recall, you know, a single hit record! The kind you hear on the radio over and over again until you're sick of it! It's, like, a "you've gotta see 'em live, man" phenomenon! And I can respect that, sure--but at the same time, they've got to respect that some of us want to stay at home and watch the entire Battlestar Galactica series on DVD! But you know what? This is the first record of theirs I've heard in years that actually sounds like a record record! With songs that sound different from each other! That I don't have to see them play live, man! I'd call it a step up, and something these guys have long needed to cement their status as the icons everyone seem intent on making them be! Plus it’s got a cool cover!

Taking Back Sunday: New Again (Warner Bros) Like many, I thought Taking Back Sunday were just one of those billions of "emo" bands that record labels figured "the kids" liked because they sold brisk numbers while on an indie label and thus signed and expected to--with a major label push behind 'em--sell their next album in the billions! But it never happened! So now, apparently, the band has a brand new guitarist--Matthew Fazzi is his name--and as the new album's title indicates, are starting all over again in a new direction! And while, admittedly, devoting an entire album to a dual adaptation of Stephen King's Christine and '60s sitcom My Mother The Car may not be quite what everyone expected, the resulting album cover and its brilliant use of a faded, sun-drenched barcode makes this a winner six ways to Sunday! In a manner of speaking!

Jeff Buckley: Grace Live Around The World (Columbia/Legacy) I may have been a bit too hard on Jeff Buckley in the past--mostly because I dug his dad so much--but I've got to give the man his due: He was an artist, pure and simple, and I don't know how many times I later interviewed much more prominent artists who swore by his talent and pointed to him as a major source of inspiration! Maybe I just should have taken a nap before I saw him live that time! But his many fans will finds lots to like here, in this deluxe package which features various live performances from his Grace album--on both CD and DVD--as well as a limited edition, hour-long DVD documentary entitled Amazing Grace: Jeff Buckley which tells his unwittingly tragic story very well. A beautifully put together package by an artist who'd likely be sounding even more interesting today were he still around.

311: Uplifter (Volcano/Jive) Rumors that 311 were legally forced to change their name to 1 (311) due to harsh new area code rules imposed by A&T have now been proven untrue with this, their ninth album, incredibly! Produced by Bob Rock, of Canadian duo Rock & Hyde, the band continues to be well-loved and popular in that "cultish" sort of way, largely due to the nickname of their longtime bassist Aaron "P-Nut" Wills. Hopefully fans will not find the new album's theme--that of a revolutionary brassiere invented in Paris in the late 1800's--unsettling, but you never know!

The Who: The Who Sell Out: Deluxe Edition (Geffen/UME) If there were but one Who album I had to choose as their all-around masterpiece, it would be this fantastic package--originally released in 1967 and now bolstered with bonus tracks galore and, more importantly, the album's much sought after mono mix, which really does sound significantly different than the better-known stereo version. Track for track this is simply the best Who album ever--Pete Townshend's songs are short, sharp melodic gems, John Entwistle's contributions via the inter-track jingles are spectacular, and the album's sole no-original, John Keen's "Armenia City In The Sky," is, as opening tracks go, a complete mind-blower! There are guitar screeches everywhere, Roger Daltrey and Keith Moon are in peak form, and the original albums's closing track "Rael" is pretty much everything we ever liked about the much more heralded Tommy. Like Eminem's new album, it's distributed by Universal!

Chickenfoot: Chickenfoot (Redline) Those who scoff at the notion of the "wisdom of the masses" best think again--as a quick glance at this album's page on Amazon reveals a very significant fact! Other customers also looking for "Chickenfoot" products additionally recommend Cardinal Industries Double Fifteen Color Dot Dominoes In A Collectors Tin (just $19.99!) and, more to the point, Blah…Blah…Blah..Love Songs by rockers Scum Of The Earth! Is this what Ex-Van Halen dudes Sammy Hagar and Michael Anthony had in mind when they joined forces with guitarist Joe Satriani and drummer Chad Smith? Heck, I don't know! Do you? Their best album yet!

Various Artists: Last Days Of The Fillmore DVD (Rhino) A welcome return to the marketplace of a film that captured the closing era of San Francisco's Fillmore in 1971--and not a bad document at that! Featuring many of the artists near and dear to concert promoter Bill Graham (whose appearances throughout are worth more than one chuckle), the film boasts Santana, the Grateful Dead, Quicksilver Messenger Service, among others, and as anthropological documents go, this is priceless! While no one here is absolutely at their peak--though Santana comes close--the look and feel of the long-receding Summer Of Love is still there, between the lines! For that matter, so were the lines! Boy, life was simple then!

Eels: Hombre Loco: 12 Songs Of Desire (Vagrant) Between first taking the artistic pseudonym of "E" and fearlessly taking on that always fashionable Unabomber look, Mark Oliver Everett has spent much of his colorful career writing commercially zesty tunes often at odds with bad things that have happened in his life! Luckily, with a brand new album titled "Crazy Man" and bandmates named Koool G. Murder and Knuckles, all is clearly looking up for Mr. Everett! Heck--maybe one day he'll write a song about desiring a new electric shaver! Here's hoping!

Rancid: Let The Dominoes Fall (Hellcat/Epitath) Those who have long thought punkers Rancid to be tired and repetitive retreads of an era that has long passed them by will be stunned at the new militancy on display here--particularly in the band's take-no-prisoners attitude regarding the often fascistic rules governing the games of checkers, dominoes, and, ominously, hopscotch!

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