#fnaf: a wound left bleeding au

[fnafawoundleftbleedingau]

Been kinda working on a personal thing on and off lately, it's gonna require me to do art like this of ALL my AU designs, but I'm slowly working through it all. Thought I'd share most of the one's I've finished so far. So far we have AWLB AU Puppet, Michael (part 1) Mangle, Ballora, Bonbon, Bonnet, Circus Baby, Eleanor, Ennard, Fetch, Nightmare and Plushtrap. WWLWWF AU Plushtrap, Michael, Elizabeth and Evan. And my two FNaF OC's, Stardrop (who has a minor role in AWLB) and Hal Hyena. (sorry for including my OC's. I really don't do like, anything with any of my OC's anymore, but I just wanted to include Star and Hal in this.) I plan to try and get art like this done of all the designs I've made refs for so far first, then I'll be taking a step back again to make refs of everyone I never got around to doing refs for from AWLB along with finishing the designs for Through the Static. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated.

[cosmic-shine]

Super lovely design from FNaF AU created by @insomnia-hyena (and drawn by me as commission) <3

[paigelts05]

Halloween of 97 [FNAF, Renegade AU]

https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/1109609701

Published: Oct 13, 2024

I saw the HalloweenParty challenge over on the FNAF amino at the start of October, and decided that I just had to draw PT and Krasnyy showing off some pumpkins they carved in a Polaroid photo!

Krasnyy is one of the many Phone Guys within the Renegade AU, and he's also the protagonist of my FNAF Fangame, The Haunted Watch. PT is my main FNAF OC, and she also makes a cameo in THW in the true ending. This makes the two of them (plus the rest of the Renegade AU's Location C guards) officially fangame characters.

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1997 had been a rough year for Krasnyy.

Some time early-ish in the year, the ghost within Golden Freddy, Gerald Taylor, enacted the final stage of his plan to get a human on the animatronics team. Becoming the 'Voice of the animatronics' was one of the worst days of Krasnyy's life.

August had spelled Freddy's location C's final week of operation, and during that week, Gerald Taylor had pushed Krasnyy's sanity to its limits, only managing to remain sane thanks to the ghosts of other guards using an arcade machine to fake a game (via interactive puppet show) that'd show Krasnyy what his predicament looks like to an outsider and help him find a way to save himself from the kid's control.

September had spelled an anonymous tip about the CL4 incident - one of location 0's stranger mysteries - that one of the victims was alive and had been transferred to a lab somewhere in the woods, and in following the leads, Krasnyy helped get Charlie (who had already long left the lab by the time the two crossed paths) back to civilisation.

October offered a break and the chance to just have fun for once, decorating the house and carving pumpkins with PT.

PT carved her pumpkin into what was either a cat or a bunny, whilst Krasnyy made an intricate carving of the head of Shadow Freddy's robot form, though with both ears as the human form of Shadow Freddy, Philip Guy, tends to have both purple bear ears.

You can take the guy out of Freddy's, but you can't take the Freddy's out of the Guy. Literally. Krasnyy Guy is posessed by Shadow Freddy, and if Philip Guy was to un-possess his son, Krasnyy would actually bleed out and die.

Regardless, Krasnyy was able to finally catch a break during his favourite holliday.

Meanwhile, PT had an alright year. Aside from the fact that it was impossible to do anything to ease the pain that being the Voice of the animatronics caused Krasnyy, as Golden Freddy never showed his physical form when in her presence, likely because the kid knew that PT would destroy him if she had the chance because of what he had done to Krasnyy.

PT knew that her repair strategy of dismantling the animatronics to fix them safely was just about the only thing that gave her the edge at Freddy's and made the animatronics not attack her. In part out of fear from her pre-repair dismantlings, and in part out of respect for how she'd always put them back together so skillfully that they wound up good as new (it's just a shame that there weren't any spare outer shells for Foxy).

In August, after Freddy's closed, she found herself in need of a new job, so she found the niche of making animatronics that aren't designed as death traps and worked with Fritz to start a business where they'd make animatronics, and repair any and all mechanical objects and electronics.

By early October, PT and Fritz had managed to establish themselves as Smith&Tea robotics so they could finally take some of the financial burdens of living off of Krasnyy for PT and Jeremy for Fritz.

Now with finances relatively stable, PT could make sure that this first Halloween after Freddy's would be the best one ever.

[koko-doodle]

Another AU? I need to stop.

Modern Medieval Monster Mash Up

Okay, this has been stuck in my head for two weeks and I can’t get it out so if I write it down then maybe my brain won’t be obsessing over it when I’m trying to sleep!

General idea is basically FNAF x Undertale x Nimona x DND.

*cue dramatic lighting and curtains*

Cut to an opening scene where monsters and humans lived in the same land but segregated away from each other by preference. Monsters decide after being mistreated at every interaction that they are superior beings and begin enslaving humanity. Enter in the brave knights who rescue the enslaved and fight back to protect all humans. After years of war the humans create an powerful spell that casts all the monsters into a deep pit, not allowing any to escape the barrier around the top.

Fast forward a few centuries and the magic sealing the monsters in the pit is weak and when discovered by said monsters, they travel to the surface to wreak havoc, steal supplies/tech, and capture humans to bring them down to the pit as slaves. Although it is only a few groups of extremist/vengeful monsters that terrorize the humans, most have become accustomed to their life and don’t desire revenge for being locked away (monsters live twice as long as humans). The humans however, have been taught the gruesome history of the war and have done everything to have the upper hand should another war ensue. There is no such thing as good monsters.

And now you enter the story. A young knight who has fought many battles with monsters and often assist in supply deliveries between cities.

One night, an ambush happens on your route and you do everything you can to stop them from stealing the cargo but you are bitten by something venomous and decide to fight with all you have left while the others escape, knowing you are dead anyway. You defeat the monsters and sit peacefully as you bleed from wounds and take in what you believe to be your final breaths but as the world fades, a figure approaches.

Startled awake, you find yourself in modern but vintage style home, dressed in different clothing, and no signs of any wounds. After a confrontational discussion, you learn that a vampire decided to “save” you and make you his servant/pet, turning you into a vampire to do so. However, you won’t become a full vampire without drinking human blood first.

The vampire is Moon and he lives there with his demon brother Sun, (their parents were pure bloods, a demon x vampire hybrid). Moon is more vampire than demon, and Sun is more demon than vampire.

You struggle with your new life because you are trying to learn to cope with the fact that you are no longer human, that everything you were taught about monsters was wrong, and that you might actually be falling in love with your captors. Moon often tries to get you to drink human blood but you refuse and Sun is always there to protect you when Moon gets “impatient “, you feed on their blood to survive but it only lasts for so long.

What does the future hold for you?

[dorkwalf]

Fnaf sb ruin spiolers

Do not read if you haven’t watched/played it!!

I refuse to let in end how it did so instead imma continue it as headconnons becuase I can.

This starts at the very end when Gregory betrayed Cassie and the elevator drops.

Cassie is 11

The

Rebuilt AU

Part one

Cassie woke up in pain and confused.

Where was she

Then she looked over and saw a curation sign and it hit her

She felt tears pore out her eyes her only friend turn there back on her.

They had left her to rot cause she was trick.

She could believe it but she new it real.

She spent hours cry before the pain became to much

She looked her self over and saw she had a huge gash on her leg and shoulder. And several scraps but other than that she was ok.

And the fact that she was bleeding a lot. She quickly looked around for something to stop the bleeding.

She spotted a Chica t-shirt not right far

She army crawled over to the shirts and quickly tied them around the wound.

Once Cassie was sure she could stand she got up and shakily walk over to what looked like an exit

A small crack in the wall

Once she finally squeezed her way out she fell into the room where she was originally attack m by the ‘Gregory’

In the corner of the room she saw Roxy practically in shreds

As quickly as she could she crawled over to her.

She sat down looking at Roxy’s body or what was left of it

She was gone or as Cassie thought until

‘Cassie?’

[gigglealongshiney-shadow-watcher]

.* English and human versions are translated as best as possible, but the actual forms of speech and words used may not be completely accurate due to Alien and God forms of speech not being fully translatable. Due to this, some parts may feel strangely human or out of place, the translator apologizes in advance.

(OP: cheeky joke about translating media between countries aside, yeah I can't make you decipher fake languages, or write out all of the Hive's complexities in this post without seriously destroying the fun fast pacing of the fights, so I'm simplifying some things. At least for now, you can request deep dives at any time! Please... In particular the way Felicia uses bird calls and animal sounds. Her vocal chords are modified an extra amount and is layering different sounds over each other with a generally dominant animal sound. She is also creating brand new sounds nothing else has made which adds to her unsettling inhumanity. But to get a more accurate feeling, feel free to play a bunch of bird and animal sounds all at once to simulate it. Throw in some screaming while you're at it. You do you man idk. Enjoy!)

Trigger warnings for gore, war battling but more, child soldiers, blood and guts, bombs/bombing mentions, limb loss and regrowth, and possibly upsetting imagery.

If a reader does not think they can continue to read, ask me for a summary. Author is not an expert in military combat, despite her brief stint obsessively researching the US military system for a fnaf war au. Author has forgotten most of that info. Author isn't sure all the triggers are needed but wants to cover bases. Author is sorry for so much preamble when only 1 or 2 people care about this. Author does not expect this much returned.

Does not contain (just some specifics not everything not included here will show up): SA, Torture, animal death, details of how the weapons work because I don't know that, poison.

Opal landed in the barricade Phillip made and they hugged, passing anything they needed to instantly and directly. Maybe that wasn't strictly needed, it also gave a flicker of comfort. No one else needed to know that.

Whispers of small scale bombs on the way in the skies. They're preparing to kamikaze with the drones once they run out of explosives, until they've called in reinforcements to replace their lost soldiers. They'll have more firepower if our soldier converts are right. It's time to bring it down.

The human sneak teams have entered our inner city-side, we need to make examples soon, I've called the cameras into their location for the next film. Running low on syringes and pill capsules.

Hive eyes are in positions to snipe any incoming high officers if possible. Do we call on the reserve hive forces now?

They have their entrance planned, we'll have to take the blast route.

They smiled. Out loud Phillip quietly said, "I fire you drive?"

"Do you really have to ask?"

"Does it make you feel powerful to answer?"

"I drive, you'll fire." They let go of each other and looked around the stockpile of throwables. A shrieking eagle call paired with an elephant trumpet brought them to Felicia. She had a language all her own on top of the hive's connections. She barked the duo's orders over the hive. "Supplies on the way! Praise Pokotho and run! Run! Move everyone! Destruction over conversion from now until the fall! All wounded hold, drag, and lure as many humans within the radius as possible! Prepare the reserves!"*

Felicia dove to the left and tore an arm right off the human trying to sneak attack her. Using it as a club she knocked it into his knees and bit through his left carotid artery, leaving him to bleed out. Opal and Phillip restocked their belts with guns and anything nearby, got the location of the tank, and sent out the waves to get everyone into the right places. Delaying the sending of some for the mid traveling points.

"Lights..." Phillip bent into a running position.

"Camera..." Opal secured herself back to back with him, legs bending back around his waist and braced on the harness on their bents. She readied her guns.

"Action!!!!" Felicia screamed and took the lead.

They were off! Phillip running this way and that almost unpredictably through the thick of the fighting, Opal covering their back and sides with her shots to at least slow the humans down. He bent down while running to toss things from the ground perfectly into Opal's hands, which she shot, threw, or passed to the other hive members they passed by. The songs sang in their ears like a floating river of stars above their heads*!

Felicia cleared a path on the front, or cleared in general with how much everyone was changing direction. She was a distraction path forger combo. Ferocious and anti-human, she'd been outfitted with the tools to bring carnage.

Her hands were adorned with strong razor claw guards that wove around her fingers and gave her traction on all fours, and direct weapons to rip the emergency armor some of the soldiers wore, it cut through skin easily, but not smoothly. The longer they were in use, the more they roughened and the more they hurt. Her teeth, unlike the rest of the hive were sharp, a mix of needle points with serrated sharkish triangles*. She was the only one in full flexible armor, especially around her neck. Rather ridiculously, she had bright pink coquette shoes, bows on the top and all, with foot and calf straps holding them to her feet, with the thick shiny soles covered in dried blood, viscera, and dirt. They had grips on the toes and aggressive outsoles that clashed with the cutesy style of her footwear.

Phillip lost his balance when a civilian who ran into the fight's sawed off shotgun blew a good portion of his leg free. The two jumped and turned midair, Opal taking over the running half, and Phillip protecting her and leveling the rifle he'd picked up in the switch. He hit the civilian with a few shots and focused on the surrounding humans. Opal twisted and leapt and ate up the distance between them and the tank that would seal fates. Phil used the rifle to knock over a few people and tossed it in time to pick up a blade. He sliced the broken leg off and let it fall. The empty space was regrown and pumping with Blue blood in seconds. They had a God on their side.

The blade was embedded into someone's arm, he didn't see if it was hive or human and the next gun was steadied on his free arm to fire (Not how you should do it). Recoil was dealt with by Opal flutter hopping to keep her balance. He imitated a whistle and Felicia fell back to thin out the growing forces behind them.

She tackled humans and tore them apart with the wild animalistic fire of someone deeply hurt in her previous life. It was so different from how the rest of the Hive acted, so off beat and passionate about her delight in killing the humans. She'd perform enhanced acrobatics that led to her firmly crushing the head of one combatant, and jumping to claw at another before landing on someone else's head. The dead were her bullet sponges and her dead weights to shot put into people.

A ring formed around Opal and Phillip in front of them. These people who retreated near the tanks were smarter and better than most of the others, a smart choice, if heartless. Something the two sides had in common. It was also exactly what they wanted to happen. Opal waited until the flying drone camera was on them, and the two swapped places again, but this time Opal extended the long blades in her shoes. Otherwise normal combat boots, if adjusted to go farther up her leg, the blades were comfortably secured under the treads to keep her on balance. Phillip got ready and ran straight for the biggest one in the ring.

Predictably, oh so predictably the ring closed in on them and the guns went up. Phillip spun around and around at inhuman speeds, and Opal treated herself like a blender to cut them down. She held her legs out for the maximum distance, angled them to try and get under chest plates, and even swung her legs up enough to get at someone's collar. Phillip jumped and twirled and ran in elliptical motions to keep the majority of the bullets off his legs. The glamor shots were amazing.

They separated to finish off the soldiers who didn't run away fast enough or were still alive on the ground. Opal made it a point to pirouette and land with the blades stabbing straight down into one of the bodies. She grinned and tiptoed a step or two before she retracted her blades to hide in her shoes. Felicia was already taking care of the people in the tank while others were distracted. The go ahead was called, and they held hands and ran side by side to their goal.

Felicia tossed the remains over the side and ran off to get ready for the next entrance. The humans who noticed them freaked out and tried to stop them from taking control. Too late, Phillip and Opal reached into the memories and training of their converts to pilot the very, very special tank. The M1 Abram took its aim, and an AMP round blasted across the battlefield directly into a building.

Their battlefield was a mix of the largest park in the city and the surrounding streets. The building was an apartment complex that was mostly empty, except for the few who were trapped by the hive. down it toppled. Soldiers trapped in the debris zone screamed and clawed their ways against the hive holding them there, the unsaveables of the hive easily giving themselves to cripple the enemy. The vehicles parked near it were crushed, battered, and some exploded and damaged the surrounding transports.

The human's couldn't retreat anymore.

Part 1 of their plan was complete.

Continue from this the Opal vr John fight. Winner was John.

(This takes place after the grounded event. So the continuity is a bit out of order. )

Trigger warnings for child suffering, delusional rambling, bleeding out, and possible disturbing imagery.

Opal's body pushes blood to heal the open wound, but her arm can't heal around the knife's touch. It's killing her. Without any fallback systems in place for her biology made by a God, there's no way for her to recover. Her legs weaken, and some snap off to prioritize the major wound. They crash to the ground loudly. No one dares leave their homes.

Her eyes wander, but there's nothing worth focusing on down there. How long before he comes to drive the knife into the rest of her body? She dropped the lady, and he said he'd hurt her worse than anything she felt if the lady died. He couldn't be dead, because he said something after he fell.

(Cut for length) for the singing, tunes inspired by nowhere king, candy hearts and paper flowers, and some of my own tune.

Opal

Phillip

How long did he want her to wait for? Maybe she should try to...run? With what? Did she have legs? She looked for them, and it looked like she did, but they felt like nothing. They weren't real anymore. That's nice, she doesn't need to think about legs anymore.

The blue soaks into her body from the puddle and comes back out. She watches it grow. It's pretty, and it glows a little, like a melted star. Is she full of stars? They must've melted inside her. She laughs and tries to touch the stars with her fingers, but the hand isn't listening to her right now.

Everything is dizzy and spinny. She doesn't want to be on the merry-go-round anymore. It's making her sick. She turns, and more stars leave her mouth. It hurts, stars hurt when they leave like that. The star puddle is cold. It feels good, she's too melty inside. Maybe the stars can help her up into the sky when they leave.

This must be how stars are born. They die and turn into rain bits. She liked cold rain, colder than the water cups in the kitchen. Then they come back out and have to fly away again. They'll want to take their mama with them. She didn't want to be a mama, but her stars make the meltedness in her hurt less, so it's ok. She can be their mama. The star puddle isn't flying away yet, maybe they're too scared.

"Iss...ok...t' fly." She could fly. When did she fly? Flying was fun, right? She was small, small babies flew away to neverland, someone said that once. Was she small enough to go to neverland? The stars could come with her. The stars will take her there. "T'nk you stars."

She's breathing for some reason. It rocks her head a little. It's nice, so she keeps doing that. There's a rocking chair in auntie's room that makes a little sound like a donkey. Auntie is dead now, like everyone else. She feels sad. Is anyone still alive, or is she all alone? They're waiting for her so the games can end and they can go home.

She tries to remember a name to give to auntie. It's not there. None of the names are there. Where did her name go? Someone lost their name in a forest. She lost her name there too and now she couldn't say her name or the forest girl's name. The only name that she could find was...

Phillip. That was a special name. It makes her head hurt less to think about. Phillip. Phillip is a special name that matters more than anything. Why is it so important? "Please...tell me..."

Phillip sat on the rocking chair with her. Phillip found crayons she could see. Phillip didn't laugh at her for not seeing anything but what the big people said was blue and yellow. Why wasn't everything blue now? Phillip was a special name. A forever name. He has her name and she has his. She hopes he brings her name back, she wants to see it again. He must miss his name too. He gave it to her, and now it's smudged and cracked. She got it all dirty when... when... She wasn't up here before, but where did she drop the name for it to get so messy?

Phillip would be mad she got his name dirty. He says it's ok when she drops her drawing in her food. Names are like drawings too. You make one and it's yours but you can give it to other people. Phillip drew lots of pictures with her. He doesn't draw anymore. Would he be mad?

She closes her eyes. The star puddle hasn't left yet... Phillip is a good name, it's an important name. Phillip said they'd get old together and go to Florida, his mom said that's where the old people go. Florida had alligators, those were cool. Maybe Phillip is in Florida waiting for her.

It feels good to close her eyes. It's good so she does it. The meltedness in her isn't as bad anymore, the stars are taking it out of her. They're so nice to her, it was too melty inside for her. It's good on her...what? Skin, that's what it is.

Phillip. It's important. He's important so important, where is he? She's shaking, and now the star puddle is too cold. It hurts! She tries to get away from the star puddle, they're mad at her because she didn't give them attention. That's what bad mamas get, pain for being bad. She's bad at being a mama, she doesn't want to be one at all.

"Help me..." She starts to cry. Why does it hurt? Her face is cold, and it's a bad feeling. It's so confusing, it's so dark, where did everything go? It hurts so much, he's back. He's come back and stabbed the knife in her eyes and it's dark forever he's going to stab her forever and she's in the dark now-

Something touches her arm. "You need to open those to get out of the dark." It's Phillip... he taps her eyes. She tries to open them, and it's hard to see anything. Her eyes hurt so much.

"Hi there." He's laying next to her on his chest, frowning at her. Phillip looks just like he does on the rocking chair.

"H-hi." She tries to focus on him.

"You got beat up again. I'm sorry I wasn't able to fight off Glen this time, I thought he was grounded." Phillip looks over her at something far away. "...that's not true, is it? That happened a long time ago, Opal. That's not why you're crying. You got hurt really badly today." Opal...that was her name...right?

Opal, the name still didn't feel right, reaches for him. He was important, but something was still missing. Why was Phillip so important? "It hurts..."

Phillip takes her hand and pulls her up to lean on the entrance to the roof. "It's all done now, no more make believe. Now we can go home and play something else."

"What do you mean?" Opal pulls away from him and falls back on the floor. Something is wrong. Something is bad. "What’s make believe?" The words feel familiar but they don't belong. "No, no it's wrong."

Phillip stares at her with disappointment. "Why can't you just play along? Why can't you just accept this? Look at me. I'm here! I'm perfect looking, isn't that enough for you? Why isn't this good enough to just go along with?"

Opal chokes and coughs, more blood pouring out of her mouth before she could ask him what's going on. Phillip growls and hits his open palm into her chest and makes her cough even harder. "Stop!"

"All you had to do was say ok! That's why you always got hurt! You can't just accept it, can you? You always need to know more, and it hurts everyone else! You couldn't just be happy with your eyes. You couldn't just be happy being Pokotho's special girl. You couldn't just be happy with your body and you made a mess of everything! It's all your fault! You know it is!"

Opal sobs and curls away from him. "I don't understand, what are you saying?"

Phillip rolls his eyes and stomps on her knife broken arm. "You're the worst friend in the world, Opal. Why do you get to fade away in a friendly happy little daze and I had to die that day in the battle? Why did you get to live? Why did you get to leave and do all those wonderful things when you don't even care enough to stay put? It's stupid! I hate you, I hate you because you got everything you wanted and I didn't get anything. You're the worst."

Phillip turns and stomps away. "What did I- why- wait..." Opal cries and curls into a ball. Her arms are too big, and her legs are too big and she's all alone. Opal is alone and Opal will always be alone. Opal doesn't deserve Phillip. Opal is useless.

The time ticks by, Opal and she wishes it would tick away and take her already. Opal is tired and in pain and hates all of this. Opal hates John for doing this to her. Opal hates everyone who left her like this and never stopped to ask her what Opal wanted. No one cared about her enough to think about her as anything but a servant. Or a cute pet to play mommy with. Opal hates life and every last bit of it because it only ever led her to more and more pain until she finally got here, and now Opal could finally lay down and die and leave this awful world behind. Opal can see it all and curse it for being there. Opal is tired. Opal gives up on it all and closes herself off from anything and everything forever. Opal is dying. Opal is dead.

............................

She opens her eyes and tries to find warmth. She watches her tears fall onto the floor and they sparkle at her kindly. She's sad to see them fade.

Through her arms, she sees something move in a stuttery, slow crawl. It pushes and wiggles itself into view. He tilts his head towards her and a sleepy eye meets hers. "I'm...late, but I'm here."

It's the voice, the good voice that makes her think of nice things like the flower around his neck. A flower she knows. "Are you..."

"I think so." He doesn't have much of a mouth to smile with, but he uses what there is to try. He rolls closer to her. "You are too."

She looks at him. "Do you want them?"

He nods. "Can I?"

She shakily opens her bag. Inside, in a shaped lining are his arms.

One is cleanly cut by Pokey without her permission, the other ripped and torn free. She pulls out the clean one first and he pushes himself up on the arm. Holding the second, she threads her hand through its fingers and he takes it back and squeezes her hand back.

Most of his face is gone, and the metal shards in the exposed bones of his skull poke out like spikes. "I missed you." He says. "You haven't visited in a while, but that's ok."

She leans on his arm. "I...broke it." Something broke that meant everything to her. What was it? Something tumbled out of her chest and lay between them. It was shattered. She had broken his candy heart. "I-I'm so sorry..." She starts to cry harder, shoulders shaking.

He hugs her close, and his flower brushes her neck. "You kept it, and that's what matters. I kept your flower, and now we're back together again." He doesn't breathe, but he's warm. "We can make new ones."

She leans against him and he helps her rest against the door downstairs. He curls up with her and looks at the stars in the sky. He's stained with the same thing she is. He's warm, and she's not, so she pulls him closer. He tries to smile again and holds her hand. "Where?"

"Up in the sky, we were gonna go together." He rests his head on top of hers. "We can always whether the weather~." He sings a bit of the tune she knows deep in her core.

"That's what keeps us together..." She sings it back. It's right. It's the song she wants and it's the song that is him. It's the song that is her.

His voice is the good one that she sings with all the time. Everyday they sing together. Everyday is better with him. "Candy hearts and paper flowers, sunset skies, with hundred' hues."

Rhymes and songs we sang, for hours. Words to say I'll love you true.

Times get bad, and then I worry! How I'll ever see it through... but our candy hearts and paper flowers, will always keep me close to you.

Will always keep me close to you!

He sings softer now, and his hands are in hers the way she wishes they were more. He hugs her arm the way that she hugs his when they aren't in the bag.

I'm sorry for breaking your promise, can you even still look at me?

I told you once and now again friend, we'll make a new one so let it be.

But is it hurtful to be with me? When I was so bad to you.

Hey, now, this candy heart is still a-loving, and that love is forever true.

She cries and changes the song, trying to meet him in the connection and joy of sharing music together.

I, missed you and I love you so much, I, wanted to grow you a bunch...of paper flowers so you could be joyful and such, I love you too.

Long days in a rut that was us, happy campers but the reasons turned to mush, so now on the edge of the pain ending rush! I'll hold you close.

They sing together, whatever things they want to say, all coming through in rhyme and lyric until she...starts to lose track of her words. They aren't making sense anymore. He finishes the song, and she tries her best to keep up.

We can, do anything now just come and, hold me close and then, we'll fly! Fly up in the beyond! You and me! Joyful and finally free, as the sunrise, blinds both of our eyes!

Candy, papers will wrap up the candy, flowers and hearts go side by side, and they're bound all their lives.

All their lives...

So now we, paper and candy go swiftly, hurry and run for the starlight! Run to the ground, below~.

For now that we can be eternally,

reunited, let's go live our lives!

We're united...let's go live our lives~

He smiles and takes her by the hand, the other rest on her cheek over the cut in her mouth. "It's time to go."

She closes her eyes and a small spark lights in her mind. Those words meant something a long time ago...

"Mmaaaamaaaaaaaa gooooo!"

A lady in white puts away her phone and looks at her lovingly. "Ok baby! Are you ready for the super duper tough workout?"

"Ya!!"

She gets on the lady's shoulders and she buckles and dramatically wobbles around. "Wooahhhhh I can't stay up! It's too tough a workout! Nooo, I'm gonna fall!"

"No! No no fall!"

The lady makes effort noises and puts her down on the table. "Phewwww, maybe we should just stay home today, I'm pooped." She grins.

"Noooooo! Candy!"

"Hmmm? What's wrong? Ohh I said we would go get some candy after going to the big gym! WelI I guess I have to then!" She laughs and takes her hand. "Alright. Time to go, kiddo!"

He waits for her and looks at the sky. "Are you ready?"

She shakes her head. "There's...more...need the lady first..."

He nods. "Ok, how do I get her?"

"Gotta...be alone looking..."

"I'll be right here waiting, ok? We're gonna make a new candy heart for you, and a new paper flower for me! Right?"

"Mmmmmmm...yeah, wait for me."

He kisses her forehead and hugs her arm tightly. "I did before, and I always will. Cuz I love you." His only leg is bent to go over some of her legs.

"Love you too...friends in...in..." She's so dizzy, and the stars are twinkling around her like little fairies.

"Friends in every weather, friends always together, friends until the very end of time!" He recites it better than she can. He drags himself out of her sight and she lays on her arms. She can't see anything anymore and her head is quiet.

It's a nice quiet. She can't go without the lady and tries really really hard to be loud. It takes all her power to do it. "Lady in white! I'm- I'm ready to go! I'm...ready to go White lady...go...up..." She smiles and closes her eyes.

It's time to go.

@thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite

[fnafawoundleftbleedingau]

"D0es th1s all st1ll seem l1ke a game t0 y0u?!" And another one done! MXES is fun, and also, really challenging to draw for me, but I'm happy with how this all turned out :3 Time-lapse and such under the cut :3

MXES' AWLB AU counterpart has been on my mind periodically lately, obviously I can't get too in-depth with him without straying into spoiler territory for aspects of the fic that haven't been posted/written yet. But I still wanna talk about him a little. XD A security system, but with a holographic form he can use to communicate and somewhat interact with others with, he can't physically touch or interact with anything that lacks a computer system. His primary function is just to help keep everyone safe, simple enough in theory he thinks. But he's slowly finding he wasn't as prepared to handle one curious and determined young girl as much as he thought he would be. Not when the trouble she's managed to find is far bigger than either of them could imagine. (consider that a tiny sneak peek of what AWLB part 3 may be like way in the future)

[fnafawoundleftbleedingau]

More of the art from the lil thing I've been working on, more from AWLB. Glamrock Freddy, Glamrock Bonnie, Captain Foxy, Glamrock Chica, Funtime Freddy, Funtime Foxy, Helpy, a Freddle, Fredbear and Evan, and Glitchtrap. likes and reblogs always appreciated.

[fnafawoundleftbleedingau]

Hmm, no guarantees I'd write these, but they've been on my mind the last couple days. But, if I added a couple more chapters to AWLB: Remnant's, namely, one wherein Jen talks a bit about her relationship with the Afton's, and another that talks more in depth about the incident mentioned briefly in part 1 with Roxy, would those be of interest?

I'd also like to say in regards to the Roxy one, I'd do my best to tie it to what's already been stated in the fic, but my ideas with her have changed a decent bit since then, so there may be some inconsistencies. ^^; I really do need to go back and re-do part 1 eventually. The overall story would stay the same sure, I'd just like to try and tell it a bit better and rework a few details.

[fnafawoundleftbleedingau]

Another one done! :3 I feel like I'm on a roll!!

[fnafawoundleftbleedingau]

"As far as creatures of Agony go, you're certainly a strange one..." Another illustration (+timelapse) done :3 I tried some different stuff with the coloring/shading with this one, I'm not sure if I'm as happy with it as my usual, but I still had fun. :3

[fnafawoundleftbleedingau]

I can feel the boil Poison chemicals Buzzing in my body trying to wrestle for control Then ooh, ooh, ooh, Suddenly I'm dissociating Then ooh, ooh, ooh, Out of Body, Out of mind.

And another one done, and one that's for AWLB this time too even. Tried to do the lines a bit differently than I usually do here. It was a lot of fun blocking in large spaces with line-art alone :3

[fnafawoundleftbleedingau]

Well, Cassie and MXES certainly won't be in AWLB anytime soon. (as my plans for them would be for a part 3 of the series) and Roxy only had a minor role in part 1, but, I was in a character ref drawing mood and I'm not quite ready to circle back and try tackling the Twisted animatronics again yet. So! AWLB AU Cassie, MXES, And Roxy for today! :3

[fnafawoundleftbleedingau]

I got very little brain power for writing much at the moment, but drawing is usually easier for me, so, more character art, more AWLB AU designs. M.X.E.S, Roxy, Springtrap, Toy Bonnie, Chica and Freddy, and the Twisted Wolf this time.

[fnafawoundleftbleedingau]

I plan on doing another version with a more detailed background in the future, maybe I'll draw a few more of the animatronics and do either one big piece or a set of 4 based on the sketches I posted yesterday. Either way, I'm really happy with how this turned out, I tried a different pen to ink this to try and maintain the sketchy quality of the original lines, and I really like it! Then I tried using watercolor brushes for the coloring. :3