#festive ballora

[artblooger19moon]

FESTIVE BALLORA

FNAF belongs to Scott Cawthon

[thewistlingbadger]

Help wanted two rant: Is the game real?

Disclaimer: this serves mostly as a rant about the information that was presented in Help Wanted two and multiple theories surrounding this game. My knowledge about the FNAF franchise is not vast.

The most important thing to me about this game is the different time eras shown in the game.

We are shown fall fest. Fall fest is speculated to be a precursor to the fazbear franchise. It was a festival in the fall (potentially even Halloween?) that had tons of games and rides. Unfortunately, the festival ended in fire. We know for a fact there were two versions of this festival. One in 1983 and one in 1973. It's speculated that we are shown the fall fest of 73 due to a poster we receive in the game.

Several of the mini games in HW2 that take place in sister location. We see baby, ballora, Funtime Freddy, the minirinas, and ennard who is the combination of all of the funtimes. Sister location is also referenced in one of the endings of the game, where the character goes up the sister location elevator. One of the alternate endings in sister location is also referenced in the game, with the pincode 1983 to access the puppet poppet. Two things stand out to me about the sister location references. 1. This means the player of HW2 experienced sister location and 2. The reference to the code 1983 is especially interesting considering that ending of the game isn't canon.

FNAF 1-3. These games are referenced in the fazer blast carnival games.

Pizza simulator: HW2 takes place in the fake pizzeria that was the setting for FNAF 6. Animatronics specific to FNAF 6 also make an appearance in HW2.

Security breach: the player of HW2 was present at the pizza Plex before we saw it with Gregory. We know this bc we go on the log ride that was closed to the public. Various pizza Plex characters are shown in mini games as well as different positions within the pizza Plex and locations. In one of the endings of HW2, the player plays princess quest, a game first introduced in SB.

Ruin. The inclusion of shattered animatronics and damaged settings means the player is aware of or was present after the pizza Plex fell apart. The player of HW2 also uses the Vanni mask, a mask first introduced in in SB: Ruin.

I think we can use what we see in HW2 to make assumptions about what's going on in the game. For example, I believe the player is mixing up things they've experienced and their memories with the actual Fazbear training modules. This explains why half of the games are instructional (such as food prep and stuff), and the other are more personal (fall fest and sister location). I also feel like the fact that the multiple references to different time eras can serve as a major clue as to who the player could possibly be.

The player has experienced FNAF 1 (the player was Micheal Afton), FNAF 2 (the player was Jeremy Fitzgerald until the last night, where the player was Micheal Afton), FNAF 3 (the player was Micheal Afton), Sister location (the player was Micheal Afton), and FNAF 6 (the player was Micheal Afton). We know Micheal Afton was the only night guard to survive FNAF 1-3. We know Micheal Afton was the main character for both sister location and FNAF 6. Jeremy Fitzgerald is potentially an option, but he suffered a massive brain injury and I don't think he'd be able to perform the tasks we see in the game. Several souls, including Micheal Afton's, are supposed to be released in FNAF 6. However, post FNAF 6, we've been presented with evidence that William Afton, Elizabeth Afton, Charlie, and several other souls/animatronics survived the fire. So who's to say Micheal didn't? After all, his room is LITERALLY in the pizza Plex.

Do I think Micheal was present during fall fest? It's hard to say, due to his age, if he'd be old enough to even remember it. Another possible reason as to why so many game references are made in HW2 could also be because we know that FNAF 1-4 are in universe games. This doesn't explain how the player of HW2 knows about sister location or FNAF 6. I seriously don't think the player is someone who was working at Fazbear but wasn't Micheal. There's not a lot of evidence to back this up.

Lots of people think the player of HW2 is Cassie's dad from Ruin. We learn in Ruin that Cassie's dad is either missing or dead (referred in the past tense plus the sticky note in Ruin), that he's a faz tech, and that he likes Bonnie. There's a lot of overlap between the description of Cassie's dad and the HW2 player but idk man.

There's more questions to be had with help wanted two. Like, when does this game take place? How long has the player been down in there? Why are they there? I feel like maybe the game isn't actually real but rather shows how the player has fallen into madness but idk. What's up Mrs. Hippo? If she's not processed why does she talk to the player the way she does?

[robin-afton]

Clara/ballora: We're feeling festive.

Aubrey/funtime foxy: Join the party, we'll try hard not to bite

Randy/funtime freddy: Anger is restless Don't hold it against us, we're alright

[bluemoon1331]

BlueMoon's Helpful Guide to the World of Gods

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The Earthly Pantheon

Freddy- Leader of the pantheon, god of protection, familial bonds, love, and honesty.

Foxy- God of storms, the ocean and sailing.

Chica- Goddess of the spring, the harvest and festivities.

Monty- God of reptiles, swamps, deserts, volcanoes, and flame.

Roxanne- Goddess of the woods, hunting, and wolves.

Golden- God of the underworld, guider of souls and reincarnation.

Celestial Titans

Eclipse- Eldest brother, titan of the void and all that lies within.

Moon- Titan of the moon, stars, and dreams.

Sun- Titan of the sun, sky, and light. In charge of the evaporation cycle.

Minor gods

Bonnie- God of the lost, the wandering, and generosity.

Ballora- Goddess of marriage and wealth.

The Fates- BB, JJ, and Marionette act as the fates of this particular universe.

The Banished

Springtrap- God of the forbidden arts, madness, shadows, and secrets.

Circus- Goddess of newborns, curiosity, and innocence//Scrap: Goddess of infertility/miscarriage, hatred, and bloodlust

[ponds-of-ink]

Sing The Ghosts A Christmas Carol Bonus Chapter: “The Ultimate Challenge”

Or, as I called it in a WIP file, “Putting The ‘Boxing’ in Boxing Day”.

Well, I had this idea for a while and thought it’d be a good way to really end NaNoWrimo. Hope this pays off..

-

Well, I guess I can tell one more tale. I forgot that I never answered one question: Did William ever beat that Ultimate Challenge? And, if so, was he set free like he thought?

To answer the first question, I need to return to a different Christmas. Happiness were high all around, William was enjoying his time off, and nobody really thought of actually participating in the challenge that would cause so much holiday grievances.

That is, until a message from The Bear ‘himself’ arrived.

The Puppet, being one to usually speak for this golden-furred ringleader, set to work on getting everyone’s attention. She snatched the microphone from Fun-Fox and whistled into the speakers. “Sorry to interrupt the fun, but we’ve got a letter from ‘management’,” she relayed to her puzzled audience. “And it’s written out to William, so I hope he’s paying attention.” William—who was then in the middle of giving Scraptrap some much-needed advice in terms of confidence—quickly raised his hand. “I’m all ears, don’t fret,” he assured with a raised voice, readjusting his sitting position. “Go ahead and read.”

The Puppet wasted no time in prying open the sticker-sealed letter. She took a moment to decipher the crayon-scrawled drawing, then read the note for all to hear:

“The Ultimate Challenge starts tomorrow. 6 AM. No more stalling. No more ‘tack-tic’ stuff. I want to see you put the ‘boxing’ in Boxing Day.”

While the other animatronics voiced their mixed emotions, William simply leaned back in his chair. “Sounds like Goldie’s getting impatient,” he muttered to a wide-eyed Scraptrap. “I’m not sure why exactly, but I’m willing to put up a good fight.”

“‘Putting the box in Boxing Day’?” Scraptrap repeated incredulously, his voice barely above a whisper. “But Boxing Day isn’t about wresting, … is-s-s it?”

“You’re right, it isn’t,” William replied calmly, patting the rabbit’s shoulder. “If I recall correctly, it’s just a separate holiday that comes right after Christmas. It’s more of a Canadian and British tradition, though, which makes Goldie mentioning at all even more strange.”

“Maybe.. A calendar told ‘him’?”

“Maybe,” William echoed, shrugging his shoulders. “But I won’t get that worked up about it. I need to save all my frustration for tomorrow.” His eyebrows raised as a sudden thought came to him. “And, by the way,” he resumed, refocusing his attention towards Scraptrap, “don’t be scared if you jump-scare me the most. I’m not going to lash out like I did many Christmases ago— N-Not intentionally, anyway.”

“Thanks for the warning, then,” Scraptrap responded sarcastically, his good ear raising a little. “Heh. I bet you’re going to throw so many fits.”

William just chuckled sheepishly. Deep down, he knew he was going to have an outburst of rage or two. Not towards any of the animatronics in play, mind you, but towards the system itself.

Thankfully, that system wasn’t in play on that Christmas night. The hours flew by, housing games and talks of all kinds. Molten Freddy lost his Guessing Game title, Ballora managed to hit the Purple Piñata, and many other wins and losses were decided on that night.

Of course, as we’re not here to discuss the interpersonal “rivalries” of the animatronics, I’ll skip to the main event itself. William, understandably, woke up that morning absolutely tired. All the lingering joy from the night’s festivities went down in the drain in minutes. One round, he was too slow in dealing with certain threats like Night-Marion. In another, he made too much noise for the equally-frazzled Music Man or Lefty’s likings. Even more rounds were lost due to forgetting his cameras or some other arbitrary condition, which I won’t waste your time with. All that the “lay-person” needs to know is that the barrage of noises combined with remembering so many rules did a number. This was to be expected, of course, but all parties were getting very worn-down over the course of the day. Yes, including the extra robots waiting in the metaphorical wings.

By the time the sun set on our human realm, William was practically in shambles. His arms and fingers ached from all the frantic movements. His eyes welled with tears of pain and endless hours of straining. His ears would have bled if his ability to regenerate wasn’t in play then. And, worst of all, his nerves and mental state were shot. Gone were the hours of confidence and proper strategy. Now he spiraled into absolute despair. “Maybe all those canned remarks still have a grain of truth in them,” he thought as he recovered from his latest attempt. “Maybe I’m not fit to leave this place, even with all my efforts to improve. Maybe this challenge is supposed to show how inadequate I truly am— Both as a human being and as a game player.”

He slumped as he placed his elbows on the desk. His reddened eyes drifted to the newly-mounted clock. It ticked on though its hands still stayed at midnight. Almost as if it was taunting him. Waiting for him to accept his fate. However, this taunt was met with a raised eyebrow. William leaned back, then let his eyes bounce between the clock and the monitor. “The next session hasn’t started yet,” he noted quietly, putting a hand on his burning forehead. “The loop’s.. stopped.”

He stared on the monitor a bit closer. A bluish-gray text box took up the middle of the screen. In gold text, a question emerged: “Giving up yet?”

William’s posture straightened a little. He lifted his hand towards the screen. His mind darted between the two answers presented. A long train of thought barreled towards its destination. He selected “No”.

Another text box popped up. “Okay then,” was its answer. “Have ‘fun’. Over and over and over again.”

Deep down, William’s response was a resolute “I will”.

So, the cycle of torment restarted. The faked irritation in the animatronics became more genuine. William tried to revive his thought process, but it stayed dead in the red-tinted water. Evening turned to night, darkening along with the mood of the Neon Cemetery.

So, does this mean that my answer is “No”? Did he—and by extension, we— never found out what happened? Was he doomed to undergo a Groundhog Loop of maddening proportions?

Well, that’s the most miraculous part of the story: He did, in fact, finally win. And not because he surrendered to Golden Freddy.

You see, in the dead of night, he decided to have one more go. “This’ll be the last one for a good while,” William reasoned with himself as he collected his newest consolation prize. “I’m knackered and famished. Everyone else is hopping mad. It’s for the best that I just ‘call it quits’ after this one.”

So, in a sleep-deprived state; he started the night. His mind drifted into some dazed state, practically repeating the once-frantic motions as if it was daily routine. The blaring noises sounded like television static. The threats were simply greeted with a weary wave before being shut out. To put it another way, he was absolutely out of it for almost the entire shift. It took a particularly loud advertisement on the monitor to even snap him back into action— And that advertisement played an “hour” before the end of his shift.

Now snapped back to this new reality, he tried to maintain his pace. He stuck to his routine, but with a lot more energy. The minutes passed by in a frantic pace. All of the animatronics put on their best performances. Golden Freddy’s presence loomed over the entire event, though the hear only appeared once or twice. William clenched his teeth as he glanced at the clock. Five seconds to go. Four seconds. Three. Two. One…

Six chimes rang out. The entire room fell into silence.

…A silence that William immediately broke. “Yes!” he yelled into the apparent void, putting his hands on his head. “I beat it! I finally did it…!” His triumphant voice broke into a sob as he mistakenly fell onto the floor. He stayed there, spilling all of those bottled emotions on the floor.

The score on the monitor kept on increasing. It ran through the ranks, as if trying to find the right thing to “exclaim”. Until, finally, it stopped at the most understandable remark of all: ‘Unbeatable!’

And, yes, it was unbeatable.

…So then why was he immediately sent back to the office?

William had this exact question as he opened his eyes. He peered across the desk to see if something special happened. The only thing that appeared was a small, golden Freddy trophy next to the monitor. And, on said monitor, another text box with golden letters that read:

“What? You thought it was over?”

William instinctively selected the “Yes” option. After all that, how could he not assume such a thing?

The screen flickered as a ghostly laugh rang out. The text box updated again:

“Silly bunny. I will never let you leave. I can never let you rest. No matter how many times you beat it, you’ll always end up back here. Forever.”

An icy sensation ran through William’s entire body. “Was this always planned?” he asked hoarsely, typing the same question on the keyboard.

The text box wasted no time in replying. “Yup,” it said. “Even before your little ‘turn around’.”

William’s look of horror melted into a furious scowl. “But that’s not fair!” he snapped darkly, rapidly typing away yet again. “For the others, I mean! Won’t you wear them all down soon enough? Won’t you get tired of me screaming and bemoaning my fate over and over again?”

The text box paused for a second, then continued its streak of fast replies. “Being tired of you acting like a crybaby is better than letting you go,” it answered. “You haven’t been punished enough yet.”

William raised an eyebrow at this last remark, but decided to brush it off. “What would’ve happened if I was let go, then?” he questioned further. “Do you think I would’ve returned to the living world?“

Another pause from the other side. This time, it was minutes longer. William did send a “take your time” through the keyboard, but to no avail.

A couple of minutes later, the response finally came. “I don’t know,” it replied in a smaller font. “But I have a feeling you’d try to claw your way out somehow.”

William’s brow darkened. “I doubt that I have that kind of power,” he corrected thoughtfully. “But, as I myself have no idea what awaits any of us, I suppose I’ll uphold your judgment. Until you or I find out, of course.”

The screen flickered. The laughter started up again, but it was much shakier. “I can work with that,” a final box added. “See you tomorrow…” William simply waved as the box closed itself. He tiredly climbed into his chair. He exhaled slowly, lowering his head. All he could do was cling onto the progress he made— Both in his game-playing and with himself.

..Yes, dear reader, this was how that night ended. A great triumph fading into the tortured monotony of tomorrows to come. I wish I could add a further anecdote. Bit, alas, time is pressing me and Goldie has been very persistent. Most likely is, given the uncertainty of it all.

The only comfort I can give is that the robots and William are still in better standing than they were years ago. Ballora and him have become a lot (though whether or not Justine is haunting her is still unknown, so any romance has been held off). Scraptrap is finally saying quips of his own instead of repeating the one line he’s been retrained to echo back. And the rest? Well, some have worse grievances to deal with, but at least amends are being made.

I guess my wish has been fulfilled, but not in the way that even I anticipated. And, all things considered, that might just be the best outcome any of them coul

[cyrah-is-cool101]

FNAF AR Fanmade Skins Continuation #5

Here are some more skins! (Note: Some of the ideas here are mine, art is not mine and please support the original owners)  

Easter Rosalina (Mine) 

- Blue tutu with white rabbit ears 

St. Patrick Day’s Quackerjack (Mine)

Wasteland Monty (Mine) 

- His design is inspired by this image: 

Brimstone Roxanne (Mine) 

- Her design is based on this image: 

Acrobat Sun/Moon (Mine)

Doll Katie (Mine)  

- She wears a different police costume with a doll-like body and face 

Withered Rose Waluigi (Mine) 

- His design is based on this image: 

Festive Mangle (Other) 

Art by SoulstyBlueberrie 

Ankha Springtrap (Other) 

Surfer Freddy (Mine) 

Bikini Katie (Mine) 

- Her hair would be beach waves 

Country Lolita Toy Chica (Mine) 

Cyber Lolita Mangle (Mine) ‘

- Their design is based on this image: 

Sweet Lolita Happy Frog (Mine) 

Circus Lolita Baby (Mine) 

Sailor Jupiter Glamrock Chica (Mine) 

Sailor Uranus Ballora (Mine) 

(Continuation)

[amillionarts]

Merry Christmas! Decided to bring back Candy Cane Marionette, Sugar Plum Ballora, and Nutcracker Foxy for one last festive piece!

I hope y’all have a wonderful and safe Christmas and if you don’t celebrate, I hope you have a beautiful day! 🎄❤️💚

[kit-kat-jo]

Baby was never one to get into the Christmas spirit.

She was never one to become all "merry and bright" at this time of year. In fact, she didn't find herself merry any time of the year, especially when the temperature was a constant, unbearable chill down in their prison as the surface glimmered with crystals and snow. It did not help at all that every inch of this place was made of metal and tough plastic, without a trace of a heater in sight. The only air circulating through the dungeon was below-zero winds that filtered freely through a single air vent. Despite all this, the others had decided to make the best of it and decorate the place like nothing was wrong with the world, and they were all warm and happy. The festive red and green that adorned the metal halls tempted Baby to feel a glimpse of hope or maybe even holiday cheer, but her countenance remained as pessimistic and cold as ever.

And she liked it fine that way.

"HahaAH AHaA! We can't eat candy canes, Bon-Bon!"

An all too familiar, loud voice came from somewhere at the end of the hall which the clown robot trudged down. She didn't even bother to roll her eyes at his overbearing aura that she couldn't even see yet, but soon found herself entering the main room, and within her vision, further away, stood the bear with his tiny rabbit friend. A deep place inside of her didn't want to be alone, so Baby settled for leaning against the doorway, crossing her arms and observing the scene before her.

Freddy and his failed prototype Bonnie pranced happily around a pine tree just barely bigger than the bear himself, clumsily handling various shiny, colorful objects and trailing strings of various hues behind them. The Bonnie couldn't have been more than 3 feet tall, getting around on incredibly short legs, but she managed to keep up with the other high strung animatronic. They laughed together and every once in a while the bear would take small, shining orbs from the rabbit to hang up on a higher part of the tree.

Baby made a "tsk" sound with her tongue, watching them with no intent to look away anytime soon. Why, she didn't know, but here she was; with front row seats for the dork show.

"Take a look at this one, Bon!" Freddy exclaimed, that stupid joyful sparkle overflowing his eyes as he finished digging through a box to hold up a large, plastic star, the decoration piece intended to fit perfectly on top. "It's so shiny!"

Bonnie looked up at him, grinning just as widely, and responded while touching the glowing object with her tiny paws. Baby couldn't hear her, however, as the smaller animatronic's voice was incredibly quiet next to Freddy's. She could hear the bear's energetic boom from miles away --- and often did, unfortunately. 

Baby snapped herself out of her thoughts to keep observing them, and saw that they had stopped marveling over the star in order to give Freddy a chance to place it on the tree.

"I know a great place for it," He declared, then proceeded to hang the five ended ball of light on one of the middle boughs. "Perfect!"

Bon giggled beside him, completely in agreement as she bounced up and down, the two unbearably clueless. 

  The clown widened her eyes before barely covering her mouth in time for her to let out a huge snort. This was unbelievable!  

She could only shake her head and stare at the duo as they continued to decorate, the bear pausing for a particular moment to hang another shiny red ball on the highest branch he could reach. Baby just couldn't understand how the both of them stayed so happy. It was cold, everything was miserable, and this time of year just made their misery ten-fold. But everyone managed to stay happy. Joyful without a complaint in the world, when they had so much to feel sorry for themselves for or be angry about.  Yet Freddy and Bonnie's laughs echoed off the metal halls, the entire place sparkling with red, gold, green and blue, as if the whole world laughed with them. 

She just couldn't understand.

But she wanted to.

And with that thought, even amidst her confusion, she could swear she felt a little spark of warmth grow in her chest as the duo's joy glimmered as bright as ever. Her scowl deepened.

"Looks like we're hanging up the wreaths next," came a soft voice from behind the clown, making her jump. She uncrossed her arms and spun around to see a tall, blue hued clown walking down the hall towards her. "Why don't you join us?"

Speaking of wreaths, Ballora had one hung around her neck as if someone else had stuck it there, and strings of lights were wrapped around her entire body, masking her blues and purples as her body shone with the reflections of the multicolored bulbs. Baby could only guess who had done that; and knew that the other clown couldn't have cared less, having no vision to speak of. Her eyes were shut tight, but her gaze managed to fix itself gently on Baby, just like it always did when she looked at her.

"S... Sure," The shorter clown responded as she looked up at her, caught off guard. That was all Ballora needed, for she simply smiled and continued to stride towards the bear and his companion in their festivities. Funtime Foxy trailed behind, holding a wreath themselves, their face all aglow with excitement as well.

Rolling her eyes to the side, Baby followed, finding no other reason to continue standing there. Maybe, with the rest's help, she could start feeling something other than misery, even though everyone had a perfect reason to be down in the dumps. Despite it all, joy wafted off of them all.

Watching the others, the clown couldn't deny herself to at least try to do so herself.

Merry Christmas everyone!

I just had to get in the fnaf christmas spirit, so here you go. Check out the other links to this as well!! Thank you qwq

Lots of love!

Wattpad - https://my.w.tt/JTSCQc4yJS

Amino - http://aminoapps.com/p/qnb67r

[ask-funtimefred-and-bon-blog]

Happy New Year From Freddy!!!

“Happy New Year boys and girls!!!” The bear replied in a cheerful tone. Of course during times like these the bear loved to get all festive for the customs. He seemed to be wearing some 2018 glasses and had a little festive hat and bow that both had ether Happy New Year or 2018 printed on them.

“Thanks for another wonderful year!!!”

//And thanks to you guys as well for being such wonderful friendos!

@your-circus-baby @ask-spring-bonnie-the-bunny @rp-ballora-the-dancer/ @puppetloverrulez @wind-the-music-box @miadoragamer @and many others!

[gothessjasmine]

• S W I P E • Steampunk Ballora from FNAF Sister Location and African Sea Fae at Texas Renaissance Festival!! And Alelas costume won FIRST in the costume contest!! We’re so happy!!! Can’t wait to return on closing weekend!! ✨🖤✨ (at Texas Renaissance Festival)

[robin-afton]

Clara/ballora: We're feeling festive.

Aubrey/funtime foxy: Join the party, we'll try hard not to bite

Randy/funtime freddy: Anger is restless Don't hold it against us, we're alright