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[gwenbrightly]

(Re)Building the Future Chapter 6

By all accounts, the path that Freddy, Gregory, and Vanessa take through the Pizzaplex doesn’t make any sense. In some places, they are able to find and follow the same route as Cassie. In others? Well, with the way she seems to have been able to travel through solid objects, it’s almost like trying to follow a ghost. Gregory is pretty sure they’ve discovered several places he didn’t even know existed before today, but it’s hard to tell, considering how different everything looks now. Even the places he knows he’s been to before lack familiarity in their state of ruin.

“One of the entrances to Roxy Raceway should be just up ahead,” Vanessa announces as they reach the end of yet another hallway filled with junk. Gregory tenses slightly. Hopefully they don’t run into the animatronic wolf. He’s pretty sure she still hates him for low key ruining her life. The kind of hatred that fuels rage strong enough to motivate you to chase someone through a flaming inferno. Literally.

She still seemed pretty upset about that when Cassie ran into her earlier from what Gregory could see on the security footage.

“Um… Maybe you should go first, Vanessa,” Gregory suggests as they reach the end of the hallway. “Just in case.”

“In case of what?” Freddy asks, confused. Gregory hasn’t displayed any self preservation instincts today up til now. It’s a little unnerving to be honest.

“In case, you know, Roxy’s right on the other side of the door? I don’t think she’ll want to see either of us,” Gregory points out. He’s probably right. Roxy had seemed a bit unhinged the last time Freddy saw her.

“Fine,” Vanessa says, “but you get to be the human shield next time.” She’s not completely sure Roxy hates her any less than she hates the others, but she does owe Gregory for all those times she tried to kill him, so she’ll do as he asks (this time).

Gregory only recognizes the storage room on the other side of the door when he sees what’s left of Princess Quest II. As with most other things in this place, it has definitely seen better days. It’s almost a shame, really. That game had some pretty amazing gameplay (for being 110% certifiably haunted). He rather enjoyed going swishy-stabby with glowing swords, even if he still doesn’t totally understand the game’s connection to Vanessa.

No sign of Roxy so far, he notices with relief. But the canyonesk decor on some of the walls tell him she could be close. They're definitely not far from the raceway now. Too bad he doesn’t have a real life glowing sword to defend himself with. That would make him feel a whole lot better about all of this. So much better. He’d look so cool with a sword…

“Now we just have to cut through Glamrock Salon and then head towards the sinkhole,” Vanessa announces, interrupting his sword related fantasies. “Hopefully the floor isn’t too damaged and we can actually get over there without having to backtrack.”

“The Pizzaplex has a salon?” Gregory is pretty sure he would remember seeing a place like that. Nothing comes to mind. Cassie could probably fill him in on it if she were here. She loves experimenting with different looks when she gets bored.

“Gregory… We passed through the Salon at least once while we were searching for a way to defeat Roxy,” Freddy says, “How do you not remember this?”

Gregory shrugs. “I have no idea. Maybe I was too distracted by how cool Princess Quest II was to notice anything else. I mean, it had an awesome glowing sword and everything!”

Freddy and Vanessa share a look that makes him feel like he’s being judged heavily (because he is).

“Okay. Well. Might as well keep moving,” Vanessa says eventually. She’s not quite sure how to respond to Gregory’s cluelessness.

It’s eerily quiet inside the salon itself. Which is weird, considering how messy it is. Though the rubble in the corner and the fallen signs are probably from the ‘earthquake’ that damaged the Pizzaplex months ago, the trashed furniture and mirrors are most likely victims of Roxy’s rage. And yet… the animatronic wolf doesn’t seem to be here, either. Gregory can’t help but wonder where she is. If they’ll actually see her. If she’ll even be the threat he’s made her out to be. He’s surprised his mere presence hasn’t summoned her to take revenge upon his sorry soul. Not that he wants that or is particularly sorry. Because he’s really not.

Roxy Raceway is an even bigger mess than the salon. Rubble, half filled shipping containers, and gaping holes create a maze of obstacles nearly impossible to navigate.

“How the heck did Cassie make it through here without getting trapped somewhere?” Gregory asks, weaving his way around a set of construction barriers. All of them are struggling and they don’t have the added threat of MXES and Roxy (who is somehow still totally absent) chasing after them.

“I dunno. But it did seem like I got places faster when I was wearing my V.A.N.N.I mask,” Vanessa remembers, frowning thoughtfully.

“Weird,” Gregory replies, saying what they’re all thinking. There are some things from the night of The Incident (and before for that matter!) that none of them really have explanations for. Things that don’t quite add up about the Pizzaplex and all that happened there. Memories that feel just out of reach. It’s something they usually avoid talking about.

“This whole day has been weird,” Freddy points out, “and I doubt that will change anytime soon. Look.”

They’ve managed to (finally) find a clear path leading to the final door before the sinkhole. The sight gives Gregory chills. He hasn’t forgotten what he and Freddy faced the last time they went down there. They were lucky to make it out alive! And now there’s another, possibly even bigger threat lurking below their feet.

“It’s not too late to turn back,” Vanessa says, gripping the door’s rusty old handle. None of them have fond memories of what lies beyond this door.

“We have to do this,” Gregory replies before he can talk himself out of it, “For Cassie.”

“For Cassie!” Freddy agrees (despite never having met Gregory’s friend). And so they begin their descent down, down into the abyss.

///////

“I gotta say, those sunglasses are a great look for you!” Helpy tells Roxy, trying to distract her from the one sided staring contest she is currently having with a still unconscious Cassie.

“Yeah,” Eclipse agrees, “I know that sunglasses are usually Monty’s thing, but maybe you can add them to your act once the Pizzaplex reopens!”

“Oh. Uh. Maybe?” Roxy is glad that the oversized sunglasses cover enough of her face that Eclipse can’t see her expression. She’s pretty sure the Pizzaplex won’t be reopening anytime soon. Or ever, for that matter. She’s also pretty sure she looks ridiculous, but hey, at least when Cassie finally wakes up again, she’ll have something to laugh about. If she wakes up. It feels like it’s been forever since the little girl woke up, screamed at her, and then passed out again. Roxy edges closer to her, trying to detect any changes.

“I don’t think checking on her every five minutes is going to make her wake up any faster,” Eclipse notes. Roxy rolls her eyes. What does he know? It might help. It definitely helps Roxy feel like she has some control over the situation. She’s about to argue this point when Cassie begins to mumble hoarsely.

“The eyes… the eyes! Why are there so many eyes?”

“It’s okay, Cassie. You don’t have to look at the eyes anymore,” Roxy tells her, assuming Cassie is talking about her freshly stolen pair of eyes.

“Nonono… they’re everywhere,” Cassie replies, gazing about wildly.

Well, if she’s not talking about It’s eyes, than Roxy hasn’t a clue what’s got her so freaked out this time.

“What’s wrong with her? There’s not even that many eyes,” Roxy says, turning to Eclipse in confusion.

“I don’t think she’s fully awake yet,” the daycare attendant tells her.

Oh. That does make more sense than any alternatives Roxy can come up with. But still. Creepy.

“They’re watching… always watching…” Cassie whispers, somehow clutching Roxy’s arm. Roxy is careful not to move for fear of hurting her. The little girl whimpers and mumbles something about nowhere being safe.

“That does it. As soon as this is over, we’re dumping whatever is left of your stash in the toilet,” Roxy announces, growing increasingly concerned about Cassie’s wellbeing.

“Hey Freddy… where’d your head go, anyway? You’re kinda freaking me out,” Cassie asks before Eclipse can protest.

“Aww but this is just getting good,” Helpy complains as Cassie continues to ramble about Freddy’s appearance. “Next time you guys drug someone, we should make sure we have a camera ready!” Both Roxy and Eclipse glare at him, but he can’t quite bring himself to care.

“Cassie, can you hear me?” Roxy asks, gently nudging Cassie. Cassie groans.

“No, I couldn’t possibly eat another slice of cake, Mom.”

Roxy considers shaking her harder, but decides that probably won’t do much of anything.

“Okay. We’ll save the rest of the cake for later,” she tells her, not sure what else to say.

“Mom… Mommy… Momther?” Cassie says.

“Yes?” Roxy says awkwardly (she is SO not ready to be a parent). How is one supposed to interact with a child who is clearly high on… something? Cassie’s real parents will be worried sick when they realize she’s missing (if they haven’t already).

“I don’t feel so good…” Cassie complains, finally letting go of Roxy to clutch her stomach. Thinking quickly, Eclipse just barely manages to grab an old cleaning bucket and shove it at her in time for her to start puking.

[mangleschmidt]

Maybe one day, he's gonna be called a good boy for saving him

Meme is based on this Labru comic

Semi based on @fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction

[fnaflucasverse]

Bad Taste In Music

i Cannot believe we get perry and tiger before the guy this au is named after. but that's what happens when you go insane over tiger liking r&b ig! apologies if it's kind of a nothing story and if tigers kind of ooc but i liked writing it. is this canon to lucasverse? idk! is it me having fun with my two fav guys? ya <3 but oh i should not have stayed up this late to finish this.....

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A little while into her training, somewhere above the drum-pounding rhythm of her fists against the punching bag, Peregrine began to hear music.

And it wasn't the good shit she sometimes heard on the truck radio, with crunchy electric guitars and crashing cymbals—it was that sappy, soulful, piano ballad garbage that always made her switch stations. With a groan, Peregrine sped up her jabs, hoping to drown out the din… but like the worst kind of bug, the music wormed its way into her ear, into her brain, and twisted like a knife.

She punched faster, hit harder, felt the pain shockwave from her knuckles up her arm. Even still, Peregrine heard the song.

She grit her teeth against it; the singer's words were indistinct, but the tune carried all the damn same. The more the song grated on, the more fleeting thoughts shot through Peregrine's mind: a kind, smiling face, singing a tender lullaby to a restless toddler and her brother, the feeling of being warm, safe, and—

She couldn’t fucking train to this shit.

With a roar, Peregrine's fist slammed square into her target. The punching bag flew into the air, viciously pulled back to earth by its chain. It swung at Peregrine with a vengeance—but she had already left the gym, stalking through the hallway for her next victim.

The hallway opened up into the living room, where a TV sputtered static at peeling leather armchairs and mismatched chairs gathered around the makeshift dining table. In the center sat the source of the noise: a record player, still crooning away. And sitting in front of it, slumped shoulders shielding Peregrine from the culprit…

Peregrine's lips drew out into a thin line.

Her old man was getting drunk again.

She'd be less surprised if she could see beer cans anywhere, anything to say he’d been drinking the cheap beer he made her restock every other fucking day—but he was staring, gaze empty and distant, at the whiskey bottle strangled in his grip. And if it was whiskey he was drinking—as if the music wasn't a giveaway—he was thinking about her mother.

And he'd promised the Boss he'd stopped.

God-fucking-damnit.

Peregrine stomped up and yanked the needle away from the record with a satisfying screech.

Tiger spun around, hand instinctively reaching for a pistol that wasn’t there. Peregrine crossed her arms, watching him recognize her, freeze, and sink back into the chair, shaking his head. “Jesus, Lee, you don’t just…" Alcohol coated his breath. “You’re done early.”

“I’m taking a break." Peregrine jerked her chin towards the record player. “Where the hell did you get that?"

Tiger's head swiveled towards it like he'd forgotten it was there. "That's just… something I found in the old stash." He set the bottle down, rubbing the back of his head like a kid caught with his hand in Dad's wallet. "Just thought I'd fix it up, see if it still works… Could sell it, you know; people collect this sort of—sort of thing and…"

He trailed off as Peregrine picked up the record to frown at the label. Who the hell was Whitney Houston? "Uh-huh. And you found this with it, too?" Perry tried twirling the record on her finger—

Her father snatched it faster than she could blink. "Lee, you don't play with things you could break," he scolded.

Peregrine rolled her eyes. He'd never stopped telling her off and never would until he dropped dead, and even then he'd probably return as a ghost to tell her off even more. She swiped his whiskey and hopped up on the table, resting her bored chin in her palm as he watched him hunt for the sleeve to return his record to. Bottle was half-empty. Peregrine watched Tiger carefully slide the record back into place, spying the tracklist on the back. Ugh. 'Love' this, 'Love' that. It made her want to throw up.

“You actually like this kind of shit, old man?" she snorted, only half in disbelief.

“She’s a very talented singer,” Tiger defended, closing the record player with a click. His eyes clouded. "Anyway, it was—it… belonged to your mother."

Peregrine shut up. Tiger took it as an invitation to continue whatever 'when we were all younger but especially you' spiel he had ready to vent. “You know, Lee…,” he began, clearing his throat, an uncomfortable phlegmy sound.

Peregrine's eyes drifted to the ceiling. Better to let him talk. He'd get it all out of his system, and she'd go dump whatever whiskey was left down the drain.

"You know… your mother used to sing these songs to you, get you to sleep easier. I don't think you remember any of it—you would've been five or so—but…" A nostalgic, weary smile crossed her father's face, always a little alarming to see nowadays. "God, there were days when you would just not go to sleep! Neither could we. You used to be scared of every little thing, just crying and crying—"

"That's gotta be bullshit," Peregrine grumbled.

"—We were really worried about you, Lee," he continued. "But then Jaq figured out you liked being sung to—especially this one song—what was it—'The Greatest Love Of All?' But that was the year…" The smile melted from Tiger's face, turning into a familiar frown. "Anyway, that's when Ms. Houston herself helped out," he said, giving the record player a firm pat.

Peregrine felt cool, smooth glass in her hands, the swirling weight of the whiskey, the gnawing of memories as they scratched at her skull.

The smiling face. The gentle voice. The feeling of warmth and safety and…

And love.

There was a strange knot in her throat.

"Yeah, yeah," Peregrine abruptly snapped, rocketing to her feet, "and when Panther gets back, he'll want to know why the hell you lied to his face. So just gimme that—" she grabbed the record and bundled the player under her arm— "I'll get rid of it." She glared at Tiger, his expression flashing through bitterness, guilt, resignation… "Drink some water. And take a fucking nap; you're being pathetic," she cut into him, whiskey bottle hanging from her fingers.

He didn't meet her eyes.

"'Night, old man," Peregrine muttered, and strode away.

She didn't head back to the gym.

She didn't get rid of her contraband.

She headed straight to her room, shoved them both under her bed, poured the bottle's contents out the window, and curled up on her mattress, letting second by second tick agonizingly by. And when, and only when the world was nothing but darkness, Peregrine retrieved the record player, cranked the volume as quiet as it could go, and, as Whitney's voice crackled softly, she let her eyes slip shut.

[sakichi56]

TEN HOURS REMAIN!!!

We made traction for a day and a half, but now we are losing ground to the Roxas fans who are honestly being toxic about it. ONE OF THEM SAID THEY WANT TO KILL ALL FNAF FANS and SCOTT CAWTHON with a hammer.

So please keep sending this to friends to get them to vote Sun, Moon and Eclipse, because these people do not deserve to have their character win when they are belittling and wishing harm on Fnaf fans about it.

@fnaf-thoughts @fnaf-therapy-blog @fnafmangl @fnaf-game @fivenightsatstuff @fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction @fivenightsatgifs @fivenightsatnachos @fnafluffy

PLEASE accounts tagged, spread this around, reblog the poll, send it to real life friends. Do what you can to help the rest of us Fnaf fans.

Just remember everyone, no matter how low down and rude the Roxas fans get, don't stoop to their level. No threats,no violent desires or insults, just keep spreading love for the series, its characters, its creators and fans.

[fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction]

not the asker but other anon might mean this ask? fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction(.)tumblr(.)com/746988036839129088/ahhhh-man-thats-all-heartbreaking-i-think-the

Ah! that's it! I was trying to find this but couldn't so i thought i imagined it.

Memory of Blue

That should link properly. Thanks for finding it!

[stone-97]

Thanks for the tag, @star-going-supernova!

Rules: Make a new post and post your latest line from your WIP & tag as many people as there are words.

Picked a standoff from my recent WIP, FNAF Book 2: Dead Man Walking.

"My head shook as I focused on Kelsey again, his tendrils were slithering against the walls of the room, trying to find an opening in my circle. I kept myself calm as I fingered a trigger under my cloak, watching him hum Silent Night as his head hung upside down. I was curious how long he’d been controlling the golden antique, much less finding the parts to twist it into a Molten Freddy-esque octopus."

@halogenrobotics, @vannyplex, @valleyfthdolls, @themeliona, @cathures, @fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction, @canton-can, @officermaddie23, and @mellowwolflady

[thebarkingraccoon]

A NEW FNaF/FNaF:SB simp server! Come hang out, chat simping, or just enjoy sharing art/fics with each other!

[miniguard26]

So, I finally seem to have a cover for the fanfic that I feel accurately shows how it is. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13720170/1/The-Difference-of-Staying-Alive-and-Living This is the link to the fic if anyone is interested in reading it, I would love to hear what you think! #fivenightsatfreddysfreddy #fnaf #fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction #fivenightsatfreddysfanfic #fnaffanfiction #fnaffanfic #fnafbonnie #fnafchica #fnaffreddy #fnafpurpleguy #purpleguy #fnafdigitalart #fnafart #fnaffanart #fnaf1 #fnaf2 #fnaf3 #fnaf4 #fnafsecuritybreach #fnafnightguards #nightguards #fnafocfanart #fnafoc #fnafsisterlocation #fnafdrawing #fnafdigitaldrawing #fnaffandom #fivenightsatfreddysfanart #fivenightsatfreddyssecuritybreach #fivenightsatfreddysart https://www.instagram.com/p/CMOmbBrhA0C/?igshid=4qmmsgzu8nq9

[afnafwonderland]

So I saw this neat post here and decided that if it’s gonna be called a Mike Schmidt Pain Index, why not let Mike himself narrate it?  It gives me an opportunity since I haven’t voiced him in a long time and I’d imagine he’d say something like this provided if he had the knowledge.

[snapfoo]

I'm gonna write something for you guys that fans of a certain fandom, and a certain character of mine, are gonna enjoy :3c

Especially two certain someones 83c

[mangleschmidt]

He never got to say sorry.

‘I never got to say sorry.’

He never got to say goodbye.

‘I thought I didn’t care.’

Parlour!Mike by @fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction

Art based on "The Lobster" Movie Poster

[fnaflucasverse]

OPINIONS CHART (Like to Dislike = Green to Red. No arrows means characters haven't met / interacted enough)

Every character here except Lucas and Perry belong to @fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction

maaan i spent like too many hours planning this thing out... anyway this is just like a handy visual reference for me and anyone else who wants to know! wrote some notes on each characters thoughts But if you want to know more in-depth my askbox is Very open (and i would be Beyond thrilled if you sent me anything 😭😭😭 please)!

OH and better view of the icons i drew under the cut:

[mystery-redacted]

A quick doodle

Jonathan... Just because you CAN pole dance, doesn’t mean you HAVE to pole dance on every pole you come across

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[ruethefox]

@fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction comic with feels huh?

[ryukodragonfnaf]

So, you've probably been asked this before, so sorry if I'm making you repeat yourself, but who/what is different in the Reborniverse Revival? How have the characters changed, if at all?

Good question! I don’t remember all of the details, but I’m sure @fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction can correct me on anything I missed ;)

Let’s see - Mike is still the Bite victim, but it was an unintended consequence of his father Andros (the Purple Guy) getting up to his murder-y shenanigans! Andros was never caught, so he’s still alive and free, AND working at Freddy’s when Mike works there. They do have a happy reunion at work, but Mike has no ideya what Andros did - nor what he STILL plans to do..! (spoilers, it involves more murder!)

I believe the Puppet/Marionette holds the soul of Mike’s mother - again, Mike doesn’t realize this, but she recognizes him! Things get tragically complicated~

Jeremy is transgender, and still the best fluffy boy!

Doll is revealed to be a handsome man, even taller than Mike! I don’t believe we know his legal name, but he’s as sweet as any Doll!

Vincent is still around, as Mike’s therapist!

I’m pretty sure the animatronics’ personalities are generally the same, along with the ghost kids, and we still have Scott and Byron and Fritz, but I can’t recall other details beyond this. Avec, if I got anything wrong or missed, let us know! X3

[ask-the-fox-guard]

Hey mangel, I got some more questions, frist I saw Mike's hair was blue in one ask, but in the candy ask it's yellow, is it different ghosts or his emotions, second do you have a discord also could we be freinds, thrid has fritz ever utlized his magic, like a defibrillator or a thing to charge his phone.

First I saw Mike's hair was blue in one ask, but in the candy ask it's yellow, is it different ghosts or his emotions?

None of it actually. He can change it at will. It usually takes up energy when he change it from his ‘original’ hair but he makes this week an exception ;)

Also to note, Mike has no ghosts. Maybe a “ghost” of his past self but no separate entity. Magic can be utilized by emotion as seen with Fritz, so uh... you don’t want a magic user to be angry.

Do you have a discord? Also could we be friends?

Oh yes, I have a discord! And yes we can be friends. Just note that it’s gonna be awkward at first X”DD I usually prefer chatting on a server then to DMs when I’m comfortable.

You can join Avec’s/@fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction and Ryuko’s/@ryukodragon server! You can find their links in the description. I’m there woooo~~~~

Has Fritz ever utilized his magic? Like a defibrillator or a thing to charge his phone?

Yes and yes to both. Used it as a defibrillator trying to revive a fallen bird. When he found out about it, he only occasionally use his charger and pay only a small amount of his electric bills. He found a hole in the system. That’s why he doesn’t mind working for minimum wage.

Though he sometimes charges people, and by people I mean the staff at Freddy’s, money or food when they ask to have their phones charged. In his defense, it really takes energy and he’s not a human unlimited charging station. Eating is one of his sources of energy and he has to earn somehow.