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[bakedtato223]

I think they should all kiss and make up

[qaiou]

media consumed recap 2022

[butchjesus]

alright friends. you have to rename yourself using the NATO phonetic alphabet. which one are you choosing?

[bakersfieldboss]

Peter, whos your family?

My family? What about it? Phone Guys don't have families. Not anymore, at least.

..To be honest, I'm not sure if I ever had one to begin with, even before all of- this.

[bishy437]

he won

bonus:

[industrations]

[dunmeshistash]

Dungeon Meshi - Kuro & Mickbell extras

[baihujun]

A birthday pie for @krizariel 💚💦

Bonus:

[hinamie]

some quick jjk eye paintings

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

You keep telling yourself that Namari.

[magicicephoenix]

dca who (doctor who) au!!! it’s happening!! sound the alarms!!!

Sun comes much later in the au once y/n and Moon become closer… but i couldn’t just NOT draw him :)

[raptorwozhere]

i made a thing

[bakersfieldboss]

Uh, hello? Hello, hello?

Hey there. Peter Kennedy speaking.

The company recently required me to make one of these accounts to keep track of the pizzeria's online reputation and make sure none of my. other coworkers. have been slandering the Fazbender name.

That being said, I'm planning on also sort of just hanging out here, too. I can have a little bit of fun sometimes, ya'know? I'm willing to answer any questions people have about myself, the company, or anyone I know. I'm willing to answer quite literally any questions of any kind that people may have. (If I'm not comfortable with a question for some reason, I'll tell you)

I'm the only one who runs this account. However, I do know that some of my- employees sometimes get onto the company computer when they're not supposed to, and they may show up here randomly. If they do eventually show up, you'll know it's them.

Anyways, with that out of the way- I guess I should properly introduce myself.

My name is Peter, and uh.. I don't really remember how old I am anymore-

I prefer It/Its and He/Him pronouns, but if you wanna call me by any other ones, go ahead. I won't mind. I don't really have a preference on romance or anything anymore. I think I used to have a wife named Caroline.. But I don't remember if it was real, or if those memories were fabricated too. I barely remember her face.

I'm the manager of the Freddy Fazbender's Bakersfield location, obviously. I know I've worked at Freddy's for a while now, but my memory before the company is all fuzzy.

Anyways. Thanks for stopping by I guess. And please remember the company motto:

"Dave really heccin' sucks, so let's not listen to anything he says, alright?"

(IF YOU COULDN'T TELL, THIS IS A SEMI-ROLEPLAY ACCOUNT ^_^)

(Hi hello thanks for stopping by)

(Pretty much we had the epiphany that cringe culture is dead and we can have fun even if this is really stupid)

(We'll talk in character the majority of the time, outside of any asks directed to us or any non-DSAF related reblogs)

(You can also talk to / ask any other DSAF characters questions, too!!! Or you can ask Peter about them, and they may show up to talk :>)

(WE'LL TYPICALLY RESPOND WITH TEXT, BUT!!! THERE'S A SMALL CHANCE WE MAY DRAW SOMETHING FOR A REPLY.)

(Anyways creator info!!)

(Call us Randy on this blog) (Rose/Wyng/Vex/It/Hy/Shatter pronouns) (System, so we use we/us as well as I/me) (What is Gender.) (Huge DSAF, Rebornica's FNAF AU, and Dialtown lover, as well as a lot of other shit) (Loves talking to people, but we're hella paranoid so if you wanna interact, please IWVEC)

(We have a Wattpad where we also mess around with Rebornica's old FNAF AU too. We're in the process of making an Ask/Dare book for the Nightguards, then we'll start working on a DSAF one too. For the funny.)

LINK TO THE ACCOUNT

[superfruitland]

plans, plans, plans. lots of plans... coming sometime soon to a blog near you

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for getting my best friend killed?

I swear to God, it was an accident.

My (27) BF (34) has a reputation for getting himself out of any jam you can imagine; and at first it was just a fun little thing the friend group noticed: there goes Oily J wiggling his way out of trouble again. but as the meme evolved in the group, it got to the point where we'd loykey started getting him into situations just to see how he'd get out of 'em, and he akept getting out of em. He was having fun with it too same as us. "Oh you guys," he'd say, "getting me into situations again," before laughing it off and getting out of it, so it was enrichment for our shared enclosures, and as time went on, the situations got more intense.

The trouble is, it turns out that putting a man in too many situations eventually gets the police interested. And not local hobsknockers cops either; they was like, proper three-letter FEDs. They put out a bounty on any information pertaining to his capture and everything. It was good money too so I thought, hey why don't I put J in another situation he can wiggle out of like always (and he'd wiggled outta worse before, so I thought this one'd be relatively mild), and at the next boardgame night (cause it was too late to do anything special for this one) we can buy some extra strong booze and get absolutely blitzed while having a giggle about the situation.

Boardgame night, and we were playing some social deduction nonsense or another and he says: "One of you is gonna betray me tonight." and I can't help but think, looking back on it, that he knew. It's stupid, I know he was talking about the game, but the way he said it, it was like he knew. We all felt it, and we had a big round robin round the table taking turns promising that we'd never betray him. And I said it so easily cause I thought it was true. Sure, I was gonna talk to the feds about a bounty; but, I fully expected my big beautiful oily boy to wiggle his way out of the trouble I was 'bout to cause, and that's not a betrayal. I wasn't lying. I didn't think I was lying.

My big beautiful oily boy didn't manage to wiggle his way out of it. They killed him and I got my blood money. He's gone.

He's gone and I'm devastated, crying, mourning. I loved him so much. We all did. And I can't stop thinking that it's my fault: that I'm the reason he's gone. and it is. and the guilt is eating me up inside. and I just need to talk to someone about it. So, I tell the rest of the group what happened in the group chat, hoping they'd understand that I didn't want this. I didn't want the government's blood money. It was supposed the be a prank. some joint enclosure enrichment. He was supposed to wiggle out of it like he always does... did, i mean.

They call me, among worse things, the asshole and kick me from the group chat. And, I know it's my fault he's dead: I know that. If I didn't do what I did, he wouldn't be dead right now. But, I didn't mean it for it to end up this way. He was supposed to be okay, damn it. I loved him. AITA?

What are these acronyms?