More Into the Pit doodles, this time of Pittrap/Pitbonnie, or, as I like to call him, “Steptrap”
I’m totally normal about him. Yep. Totally normal 😀👍🏻
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Was rewatching some gameplay and paused for a moment and THIS-
HE LOOKS SO GOOFY DESPITE BEING BUSY GETTING STRANGLED.
you good buddy.....?
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He just wants to take his adopted son to didneyworld to see his brethren in “it’s a small world”
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Finished playing into the pit the other day! Its such a fun game
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obsessed with this man, immediately knocks out and takes a 4h nap after bodyswapping with some kid's dad, absolute unit
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… okay I can’t explain this one chief-
https://archiveofourown.org/works/58214944/chapters/148236853
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oswald is the only kid in the fnaf franchise to clutch a 1v4 with animatronics and make not so worn down springtrap stunned with one HAND HE GOT SPRINGTRAP SITTING ON THE FLOOR FOR A MINUTE???
OSWALD WAS THROWING HANDS WITH 6 FOOT ANIMATRONICS AND WON. AND HE DIDNT HAVE GLAMROCK FREDDY. MY NEW FAVORITE PROTAGONIST DEADASS!!!
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happy 10 year anniversary to fnaf!! into the pit is about the aftons :)
obviously not a 1 to 1 scenario but something about a father and son (notably, ones that look remarkably similar.) yes, they butt heads sometimes, but at the end of the day they love each other, really they do. then one day, something happens. the son isn't quite sure what, but what walked out of the pizzeria with him -- he knows this thing can't be his father. this is a monster -- but everyone else just sees dear old dad. and how could they not? he looks just like him, after all. still carries the same smile. is this another one of your pranks? it's not very funny to joke about this, mike.
the monster knows all of your routines. every nook and cranny in the house, like it's lived here for years. drives you to school, the pizza place, home. mom claims he wants to have breakfast with you, but he hasn't said a word to you in days, and when you enter the dining room his presence is suffocating. he's staring at you. the only sound you can focus on is his breathing. all you can manage is a shabby excuse before you rush out the front to go to school. you feel his stare until the door is shut behind you.
you always thought your dad was a little bit embarrassing, always hated how busy he was with work. now you miss the days he filled scrapbooks with dumb photos of all your accomplishments, or stayed up to watch a bad show with you. now, all you can do is think about the monster in your home. no one believes you. you start sneaking out at night. he starts locking doors. boarding up windows. placing cameras everywhere he can think to. you wouldn't put it past him to chase you out of the house and drag you back to bed himself.
you don't know if he'd ever hurt you, but the uncertainty alone is enough to keep you up at night.
the only difference is, mike can't do anything to fix it.
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