#foxy goes down a rabbit hole

[foxsoulcourt]

Queer movie: some interviews

In between unpacking + doing laundry, started sorting through the m a n y (!!!) festival + related interviews for this movie. This process has become super helpful for me before seeing a movie which I’ve heard + thought a lot about. I appreciate some people don’t want to hear anything before seeing a movie. For me the press conversations provide much needed context. At any rate, if you’re interested, here are a few interviews I found engaging. Maybe there will be more in a later post??

First one from the Spotlight Gala presentation at #NYFF62 (22 min) with screenwriter Justin Kuritzkes, costume designer Jonathan Anderson, Guadagnino, Starkey + Craig. Per usual for these larger events, it’s a bit stilted at the beginning and loosens up at the halfway mark.

Loved learning more from Justin Kuritzke about his design parameters for writing the script (4:49 min). The way he shares his respect for Burrough’s words in the original source material accomplished something I did not believe was possible: I’m considering re-reading the book!

This is short (2:11 min), sweet clip is from after the press screening. Luca does his best to compliment DC’s way of being on set and as an actor, and Daniel is his usual self-effacing ‘ah, I dunno, I just do it’ self. It’s a light-hearted grace note.

This one from MainOnline is great because it features Daniel + Drew together, separate from Luca; Luca on his own; and the whole thing outside of the festival crowd (6:09 min) . Enjoyed hearing D + D sort through how they handled the physicality of their performances (beyond their sexual intimacy) and watching the two of them together. (There’s also a hilarious moment as DC is walking into the interview where he ends up holding a cap-less Sharpie after signing something for a fan.)

And lastly, this thoughtful reflection on both the themes of pain, longing and desire, as well as appreciation for the costuming and soundtrack from Points of Review (12:27 min). Appreciate his observation how, “Guadagnino finishes the story in a way that Burroughs never could, and this movie provides a physical manifestation of the pain Burroughs was consistently and inescapably attempting to combat throughout his life.” Agree or disagree, I found that addition to the conversation helpful.

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Smiled when, in the midst of pulling these together I noticed DC’s photo on Wikipedia has been updated. No more pic of short-haired, uniformed Commander Craig!

[kidstemplatte]

papas reacting to fnaf

this is so silly but i’m a diehard fnaf fan. also i started thinking about the parallels between the afton and emeritus family and got rlly emotional LMAO. please enjoy teehee

primo

-you’re sitting at your computer, losing your fucking mind. why is night 4 so hard???

“let me try.” he says.

-you know he won’t get far, bless his heart, but you’ll let him give it a shot.

-little do you know, he’s an absolute BEAST

-he takes a seat at your desk and starts clicking.

so i… stop them?”

“yeah. just don’t let them get into the office.”

“the power’s going down.”

“yeah, when you use the cameras, turn on the lights, or use the doors, it’ll go down. then it’s game over.”

he nods.

-he’s weirdly quiet, clicking away, until you suddenly hear the joyous chimes indicating he’s survived until 6 am.

“is that all?” he goes.

-your mouth is literally agape, you’re in shock.

-it doesn’t scare him at all

-he starts playing the game at his office whenever he needs a break. doesn’t flinch.

-lowkey sheds a tear at henry’s speech.

-he doesn’t like security breach, he prefers the repetitiveness of the old games

-he takes the lore very seriously, like it’s a piece of fine literature LOL

-the story of the afton family is heartbreaking to him and he relates to it a tad </3

-his favorite game is the OG and his favorite character is freddy. he’s a simple man.

secondo

-“this is stupid. what am i supposed to- FUCK! SATANAS! STAI INDIETRO, CREATURA DISGOSTA!”

-he clears his throat.

“i was caught off guard.”

-he doesn’t want to watch the lore videos at first because he thinks it’s “childish” but soon is sucked in.

-watches the lore videos with you and is specifically fascinated with william aftons character.

-he likes kids so he’s immediately disgusted by the cruelty of his actions

-he makes it his life’s mission to unpack the psychology of william afton

-his favorite is fnaf 4, he likes the nightmare designs

-HATES BALLOON BOY. wants to punch him in the face.

-he’s not very good at the games and curses so loudly when he plays because he’s so determined to make it through the night 😭

terzo

-“five nights at freddy’s? why are you spending the night with freddy and not me?”😏

-terzo hates mascots so he’s already scared shitless.

-when he plays the game he talks to himself like a maniac.

“no. stay, bunny. do not move. you too, bear. WHERE DID THE CHICKEN COME FROM? no, let’s NOT eat- eat by yourself, chicken!”

-loses his mind at the jumpscares, screams like a little girl.

-but he’s so interested in the complexity of the lore

-terzo goes down internet rabbit holes late at night LMAO so he’s more than willing to watch lore videos with you

-bro had to do a double take when he saw toy chica💀

-“purple man? he has good taste, no?”

immediately takes it back when he finds out what his deal is

-hums the theme song while he’s at work.

-his favorite game is fnaf 2 (and it has nothing to do with toy chica)

copia

-take a shot every time i say this on my account:

copia is a big fat dork.

(but we all are too, and we love him for it)

-he doesn’t understand it’s scary at first. aww, look at the bear! clicks freddy’s nose on the poster over and over. “boing! boing! boing! boing! boing!”

-but as soon as he checks the cameras he’s like OH. i see what this is.

-he gets so stressed playing the game LMAO

-when you introduce him to the lore he’s so fascinated and deeply invested. it rattles his brain but he can’t get enough.

-the next morning after you watch a video with him he has deep eye bags. you find out he stayed up all night watching lore videos.

-soon he’s a diehard fan. he keeps merch in his office beside his comics and other collectibles.

-his favorite game is pizzeria simulator because he loves the non-scary part 😭

-he loves foxy because he’s “misunderstood”🥺

-and mangle, thinks it’s sad how the kids took her apart and put her back together :,(

-has all the plushies LOL

[mistydeyes]

hey, can i please request headcanons of 141 boys with reader that is a youtuber?

omg yes ofc! i used to (and still am) a HUGE YOUTUBE WATCHER so this was so fun to do :) thank you again for requesting!

vidcon but the uk version

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summary: You're not any regular civilian, you're a Youtuber ;) In all seriousness, here's some headcanons of how the boys interact with your channel and support you!

pairing: 141 x YouTuber!Reader

warnings: swearing

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price - beauty and skincare

you were already big on YouTube when you met John

he can't go into a Sephora without someone mentioning your latest video or TikTok

someone would assume you were an employee based on how you were able to help the fan pick out the best skincare and makeup

he was shocked at the sheer number of brand deals you participate in

he also is in awe at the corner you had dedicated to your ring light and makeup desk with a nice camera set-up

when you eventually move in together, he's just used to the number of parcels you get daily

he will insist on at least giving you some money when you do a beauty haul (even though you tell him you don't need it)

one time he tried to surprise you by picking out some things that you mentioned

now your most popular video is “trying out makeup that my boyfriend picked out”

his only annoyance is when you accidentally stain one of the face towels

eventually just buys a new set meant specifically for you when you wash off a look

you're planning on having a new video where you do skincare on him and finally get at some of his blackheads

soap - gaming

prior to meeting Johnny, you already had a sizable channel

you primarily did long lets plays and the occasional stream

your setup is absolutely gorgeous -i'm talking led lights, two monitors that have the best processing power, pro gaming chair, and posters

it took awhile to curate but it's your baby and you make sure he knows that

loves watching you game and will occasionally keep you company for those long streams

it reminds him of when his younger siblings would watch him game on their early Playstation and X-Box consoles

your subscribers love when he's there though because he has the best reactions

your most popular video? "my boyfriend plays five nights at freddy's ⚠️headphone warning⚠️"

despite having amazing technical skills on the field, his multitasking sucked and he would always forget to check on foxy or overuse the battery

you had a great time editing the video after and emphasizing the jumpscares

he won't subject you to rewatching your videos with him but he likes watching other channels or collars you've done

"This guy is absolute shite" "I know, that's why I don't play multiplayer with him anymore"

he'll be so excited if you ever get invited to a big event like Pax, E3, or Gamescom

you basically have to keep him on track as he loves stopping in artist's alley and looking at all the trinkets and merch people are selling

make sure to bring a huge suitcase because your game room is getting a few new additions

gaz - internet documentaries

think of Internet Historian or Down the Rabbit Hole vibe

your channel is dedicated to internet phenomena like Florida Man or the movement to Storm Area 51

you'd tell the facts of the trend and then add a few funny commentary pieces

usually your videos are 45 min to an 1 hr long so a lot of work goes into it

it's more of a hobby than anything but Kyle always thinks the amount of research you do for it is insane

"Babe I think you need a new laptop" "Why?" "I always know you're about to make a new docu-series because it sounds like a fucking airplane takin off"

once your laptop doesn't sound like its going to blow up, he'll be sure to keep you company as you write down your script

"Did you know that there was a convention for X or X happened?" is how most of your conversations go

he'll always smile and let you give him a spark notes version of what happened

will be the one telling you too sleep and that you can continue editing tomorrow

loves when companies send you things for ad reads

hoards all of the items from Dollar Shave Club and Raycon (his absolute favorite sponsor of yours)

he'll occasionally watch your videos while he's cooking or at the gym

always loves learning something new even if its about a failed furry convention

"I liked your latest video" is such a huge compliment from him because he knows how much effort you put into it

he'll occasionally feed you ideas that he sees while he's scrolling through social media

"You should do something on Hat Man" "WHO??" "Yk the guy you see when you take too much Benadryl, apparently Soap sees him too"

ghost - asmr

tbh doesn’t think much about your channel

you’ll just occasionally leave the room to record or crack some slime in front of a camera

however when your channel is mentioned in conversation, he considers revisiting

“have you heard about this asmr thing?” Gaz asked the group and Soap immediately interjected

“OH YEAH some of them are amazing to watch alone,” he said with a wink

“Like this account-“ Soap wasn’t able to finish his sentence before Ghost snatched the phone out of his hand

“Sorry just couldn’t see it” he apologized and he tried to suppress his disgust that someone else was listening to you at night like that

after that, he takes another look and watches a few of your more popular videos

ofc its your series roleplaying as a nurse or doctor taking care of someone

as well as one where you act like a sleepy girlfriend waking up next to their significant other

he will never say that he watches your videos but you do notice the uptick in views and likes (it's a cute little secret of his)

one time you attempted to ask all these questions about being in the military to help you write dialogue for your latest combat medic series

"People seriously want stuff like that?" "You'll be surprised, not tell me what you usually have in your pack"

he will cringe when you pull your asmr voice on him and whisper in your ear

"Cut that shit out."

[logbook99]

Foxy mask.

Hands reach through the darkness and grip the nearest thing they can find, and what they encounter is a memory. If it were a pleasant memory, he wouldn't feel nauseous looking at it again.

The mask is brought to his face as he peers through the eye holes, viewing the memories of a younger soul—the version of himself he regretted. Sometimes. His first memory that greets him is the day Charlie comes over, the girl excitedly offering him a hug, which he greedily accepts. He holds her close, gently and gingerly, feeling his knees weaken for a different reason.

She's alive, safe, and still here with Michael, he knows. She's not in that machine, that puppet; she's here with flesh and soul. He hears her give a surprised laugh. "Miss me that much?" Charlotte teases, 'I miss seeing you in one piece, not flat down in the alleyway.' He keeps it to himself, but it's food for thought.

"Yeah, I guess I did. But why wouldn't I? You're my best friend; I'm always happy to see you." Much to his dismay, Michael responds that he'll squeeze her before letting her go, but she can't know what he does. He refuses to ruin this reunion—a memory? Was this his memory? It did feel right, but it differed slightly from what he remembered. She was here before, hugging and inviting him and his siblings. His siblings. His facial expression must have worried Charlotte as she gently taps his shoulder. "Mick, are you good in there?" His nose scrunches in annoyance. 'Mick', he remembered. That nickname wasn't bad, but it was irritating to hear it and think of 'the mouse.' Oh well, he'll live.

"Yeah, Charles, I'm just fine." Michael nudges her; if this wasn't a memory, it was just a dream. He can enjoy it while he can; Charlie's here. Since it's a dream, he will be able to find others. The man's—no, the boy's—shoulder is lightly smacked. "Don't call me Charles! I sound forty!" Charlotte jokingly exclaims, which gets a laugh from Michael.

His eyes wander from her to the checker-patterned floor, the booths, and the tables. They were in Fredbear's dining area. He hadn't seen Fredbear's in so long—did it look like this? He could have sworn that—no. He must be tired—in a dream, in some way? Charlotte backs away from him to tug something from her jacket pocket. He hears the shuffling of paper and returns his eyes toward her, seeing a green, pink, white, and yellow painted card now given to him. "Sammy and I's birthday is coming up!" she announces happily to Michael, who has encountered another issue here.

Who is Sammy?

"O-oh, so soon?" He'll pretend he knows who Sammy is, just for now. "Well, of course, I'll come to your birthday. I know what you want. Easy peasy." Michael says this confidently as Charlotte turns herself away to step toward an arcade cabinet. Of course, he follows along. Michael doesn't want to lose sight of her right now. Who knows when he'll wake up from this dream? Watching her insert a Faztoken into the coin slot causes the cabinet to spring to life. 'Springbonnie happy town' sounded new to him; he kept an eye on the screen as Charlotte pressed play.

Seeing the amalgamation of pixels create the yellow rabbit his father adorned causes discomfort. Indeed, this was just a momentary thing. Maybe Charlie will get bored and play something else. Springbonnie goes house to house to gather all four animal friends.

And his hand flattens against Charlie's own. He grabs her hand as he sees the animals approach the rabbit. Chicken, rabbit, fox, and bear. Oh, if only he had memories of his teen self before he knew who these would become. He can hear Charlie's voice after some ringing: "Mike! You're going to break my hand!" Blue eyes dart down, and they see that he's squeezing her tight and quickly letting go. The game's happy chiptune music taunts him, and he backs away as the Yellow Rabbit dances. He's waiting for Charlie to continue control.

"I feel pretty dizzy right now. Sorry." And Michael was rushing away before Charlie could say anything else. Running to the male restroom, he quickly looks himself over in the mirror. Teenage him. 13 years old, his hair was a bit longer than he thought it was, and he had blue eyes and tanned skin from running around outside and playing sports. Summer. It was almost over. His hands rest on the sink counter as he looks himself over. Small pink scars decorate his bottom mouth from the very red foxy mask he wears now. Too many unlucky door slams have caused the mask's blunt fangs to bump and skin his lips on occasion. Sometimes, even cutting in.

Shaking hands rose to grip the fox mask and tear it off his face. He shuts his eyes tight. Waiting, he should wake up. Right? He started this dream by putting it on. He had to wake up now.

Any moment now.

BANG. A stall door opens a bit too loud, and Michael's eyes shoot open, seeing a red-haired boy. Around his and Charlie's ages, he was thin and tall. He wore a fake eyepatch. Ah, the self-proclaimed Foxy's number-one fan. Fritz. Seeing him walk right over and rest his fake hook accessory on the counter, he tosses a look of intrigue at Michael.

"Afton, hey! I haven't seen you for two days! You skipped out on coming by? That's what your sister Liz has been saying. You got into skipping." He begins washing his hands, and Michael has to look him over a few times. He's here. Alive. Fritz isn't in the animatronic. Fritz grabs a paper towel to blot his hands dry as he raises a brow at Michael's silence. "Hello? Are you well, Afton? Or did Simmons finally get you to drink, and you're acting weird because of it?" Oh. Crap.

Michael shakes his head and gathers water to rub into his face.

"Haha. Very funny. No, Simmons didn't get me drunk. It's not that I don't feel cool without alcohol, but I must admit that I have been avoiding it. I've been busy." 'Busy' is a loaded word for trying to release their souls in the future.

"Mr busy! I see. I see. Anyway, have you seen your brother?" Fritz crumpled the paper towel and put it in the bin. Michael thought hard about his brother. Evan should be here somewhere. "He isn't in his usual spot by the stage," Michael asks. Mike needs some clarification. Fritz takes that as an apparent 'no' and holds his hook back. "Nah. I guess Sissy Lizzy must have him, then. Twins are often together, after all." Elizabeth. He hadn't thought of her since Circus Baby's attack. When Michael leaves his mind, Fritz is going, and Michael follows.

The diner is live with children and families, looking at it in this populace. Michael can see how the kids got lured off so easily. While there are many people, there need to be more guards. There are not enough eyes to follow every child running here from there. His eyes lock onto a familiar man tying Charlie's ponytail up in her green scrunchie. He was the man she also so adored, as did Michael.

Henry Emily was a 5"5' man. He looked almost constantly angry, but that was far from the truth. Henry had brunette curls just like his daughter but shorter. Henry kisses his child on the forehead, and Michael can see another child once he moves aside. He looks similar enough to Charlie—was this Sammy? Henry takes notice of Michael and waves him over, to which Michael approaches the family.

"Hey, Charlotte says you were feeling dizzy. Are you okay, Mikey?" He'll reach out, laying his hand on Michael's brow, and Michael freezes. He hasn't been handled with such gentleness and care in years, not since Elizabeth died and his father attempted to calm him down. "Well, you don't seem to have a fever, which is good, but you look a little pale." He could cry; he could cry. He has not seen Charlotte or Henry in years, and he hugs Henry.

Henry is surprised before putting his hands on Michael's back. "Mikey, are you feeling bad? Were you brought here by your father? I can take you home if you need me to," he says softly. Michael is speechless, virtually clutching on Henry; he can't remember the last time he saw this man. He's so concentrated on Henry that he doesn't notice Sammy staring at him, but Henry is the one who pulls away and ruffles Mike's hair. "You act like you didn't just see me a few days ago, Mike. What is wrong?"

"I sincerely appreciate you, Uncle Henry. You've been just amazing to my family." Michael felt his eyes wet and immediately wiped them with his arm. "And I love you." Charlotte smiles at her father and buddy; Sammy stands with his arms folded as Henry tells Michael he loves him too. Michael finally looks at the boy and attempts to evaluate him; eventually, he approaches and gives a fist.

"Sammy, good to see you," Michael says.

"Sure." Sammy pulls away and eventually pushes his knuckles against Michael's before rushing out, hands stuffed into his jeans pockets as he walks through the crowd of youngsters and teenagers.

"So- Michael, Charlotte tells me you'll attend hers and Sammy's party in two weeks?" Henry asks the child as he watches his son leave; the Afton teen returns his gaze and instantly grabs Charlie's hand, squeezing it.

"Of course! Why's that even a question? I wouldn't miss it for the world!" This dream keeps going, and he's unsure whether he'll be here anymore. Maybe he will, though. Some big-time skip might happen, right?

"Alright, I have a job for you then. Meet me at Parts & Service within an hour." with that; Henry swiftly exits the scene to lift his walkie-talkie and page one of the workers as he leaves the teens.

"You like holding my hand, huh?" Charlie queries, looking his way, brown eyes on blue.

"Maybe I just really like you."

"Oh, come on."

"Who knows... it's a mystery, Charles."

He is having fun but misses being with someone his age again. As an adult, he is alone. But here, in this dream, he can be with her again and many others in his age range who spoke to him like a person. Charlie will swing their hands together as she takes him to fetch some pizza; they only have an hour.

What to do until then?

[rabbitscrxtch]

I'VE BEEN TRYING TO DO SOME ART FOR THIS BUT ART BLOCKS BEEN HITTING HARD ToT

Basically, this whole AU boils down to "William Afton didn't do it, also Lolbit is there!" I'm still trying to figure out all of the logistics for it but I can give what I have so far! I KNOW ITS A LONG READ BUT BEAR WITH ME !!

Late 70s: Henry Emily and William Afton open Fredbear's Family Diner together! Starring Fredbear and Springbonnie! Of course, they're working on the animatronics together and they're kind of testing the springlocks! (A non-fatal springlock incident occurs with William, giving him the signature scars)

1983: Business is booming! But Charlotte Emily goes missing :( In their grief of losing Charlie, Emily and Afton aren't paying attention and Bite of '83 happens! (RIP to both Evan and Charlie) An investigation happens and Michael Afton ends up in juvie.

After this Emily and Afton rebrand! We get the first versions of the main cast: Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie Rabbit, Captain Foxy and Chica Chicken! They change the name to Freddy's Family Diner.

After some consideration and years of growth, Afton decides to remake these main four into the animatronics we know and love in the first game and going on to open Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria!

Emily creates the toy animatronics, who are lovingly called Fredrick, Bonnibel, Vixen and Chickadee (as well as Balloon Boy and Marionette)

They each run their respective restaurants and the Bite of '87 happens with Vixen/Mangle, but gets swept under the rug by Emily, who replaces her with the first Lolbit model seen.

Over at Afton's restaurant, 4 children go missing due to Afton's attention being spread thin and an investigation takes place. Being that there's not enough evidence to prove that it's him, it's dropped, but Emily becomes suspicious of his co-owner thinking that perhaps it IS linked to Afton.

This is where the timeline gets a little wonky! I know at some point Circus Baby's opens and Emily tampers with Baby causing the incident with Elizabeth Afton. Afton's springlocking and becoming Springtrap happens MUCH later as the children KNOW it's not Afton, but their description of the guy is vague enough and their memory is poor enough, they could be persuaded and that's just what Michael does in his adult years. William Afton was running the Fazbear Fright's in the early-mid 2010s with a few employees (Fritz, Izzy and later on, Ness) when at a time before his employees came in for work, Michael Afton (who was presumed dead as his body was found at Circus Baby's) led the children's spirits to William and scared/harassed him into the suit and blah blah blah, springlock incident!

But yeah! That's all I got right now really! I know it's kind of unclear and there's some plot holes, but I'm still ironing out the details!

Working on a FNAF AU, will yap about it if anyone shows any interest

[blametheeditor]

Mike Messed Up: Chapter 6

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Warnings: frequent cursing. Mentions of murder and death. Mentions of being restrained.

Back Of Book Summary: Mike was just another night guard waiting to be killed by the end of the week. No more, no less. The thing is, how exactly are you supposed to react to your victim never hearing Phone Guy's messages, and instead is assigned to clean the dining room long after the clock strikes midnight? 

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Mike never thought he'd be giving a robot something like taste buds. But, well, that's his normal now.

After tightening the last bolt to Chica's jaw, Mike steps back to beam at his newest creation.

"Well? Does it work?" he asks.

"I'm so excited!" the bird exclaims as she races for her newest pizza creation. She hesitates, staring at the piece as if it'll attack her, but finally she sinks her teeth into the slice. "Oh my God! I can taste it!”

"That's aweso-!" Mike's cheer evaporates as Chica spits it out and dumps the entire thing into the trash. "Uh, you don't like it?"

"Oh no! I love the new upgrade! I just had tried a new recipe and it tasted awful." She races forward and wraps her mechanical feathers around the man in a practiced hug, careful to not almost crush him. "Thank you Mikey. You're the best."

"Anytime," he smiles, hugging her back. She frees him and goes about making a new pizza with her new taste buds, allowing Mike to walk into the dining room and finally sit down. Out of the three he's done, Chica was the hardest to do.

He made Bonnie faster, quiet on his feet, and maybe put a little item in there where if you press the top of his head, every cuss word you can think of is unable to be spoken by the rabbit. For Foxy Mike had some help from Freddy to gather the necessary fabrics to cover his legs and feet like he was supposed to have, also dimming his eyes down so the fox could see better and not stand out too much. He had also fixed the gaping hole in the animatronic's chest, making sure no mechanical parts could be seen. For Chica she got her life long wish to taste the pizzas she made, along with a new system that if she got water on her, she'll have enough time to get it out of her instead of having to shut down for a day or two until the water evaporated from her circuits. Freddy had to help him once again with that one, not able to understand how to add the new system in, and Mike was grateful the bear knew almost as much as he did about mechanics.

Speaking of which…

"Yo Bonnie!"

"You called," the rabbit purrs, seeming to appear out of thin air.

"Fuck you!" Mike screams as he punches the animatronic’s arm.

"Sorry sorry. It's too hard to not scare you." His red eyes look over the man and a grin appears. "You need some help doing something. And this something may or may not be against someone's will?"

"Stop reading my mind bastard," Mike smiles, but nods in affirmation. "I've tried to ask Freddy what I can do for him, even just checking to see all of his systems working properly, but he always says no."

"Did you offer to do it after you did us?"

"Yes. Still wouldn't bite." Bonnie looks deep in thought at this, looking Mike over as he does.

"You aren't going to use this against Fred right? 'Cause if you do, you'll have hell raining down on you from three sources."

"No! Bonnie, I just want to help him. Please?" Mike pleads. The animatronic stares at him, but as Mike doesn't even blink under the clear scrutiny, he nods.

"Our free-roaming mode is systematic. At 12:00 midnight our servers unlock so we're free to do whatever we want. But, if you haven't noticed, any time before that we can't move a muscle. That's because the system also has it so the free-roaming is off after 6:00 to 12:00." Leaning closer, Bonnie glances around to see if anyone was listening. "If the operating system isn't working, then we have a manual switch. Flip it off, and Fred can only move his eyes and mouth while talking, meaning he can't kill you with his fists but he can with his glare."

"Would you, mind helping me?" Mike looks down after asking it and yelps when Bonnie grabs his arm.

"Let's go do it now! I've got so many ideas for what you can do!"

The two race down the hallway and into the office, a smirk on both faces when they spot Freddy leaning against the desk, his back to them. But before Bonnie could tackle the bear, Mike puts his hand up, a familiar voice speaking.

"Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact..."

"Freddy?" Mike asks. The cord to the phone is ripped out as the animatronic looks over his shoulder to the two standing in the doorway.

"Sorry for snooping around your workspace Michael. I was, curious as to what every guard heard at night." Turning completely around Mike stares at the sorrow filled in Freddy's eyes, how sad and lonely they are. But then he puts a big grin on his face as he chuckles. "I actually remember stuffing that guy. A lot louder than the others."

"He was such a whiner," Bonnie agrees. Mike fidgets in his spot between the two as they talk about killing a night guard, which he was currently working.

"Can I ask an odd question?" Freddy's cold eyes lock onto him and he can't help but gulp.

"Of course Michael. You've done more than earn a question."

"Well, I mean. Don't get me wrong, I love my job and fixing you guys up, but." Bonnie looks at the guard from where he stands behind Fred, originally thinking he was just trying to keep his attention for him to turn off Fred's free-roaming mode. But, the kid was really nervous. "I uh, wanted to know why you stuffed all those guards."

The two animatronics stare at the man, both wide eyed with shock at the seemingly random question. And why ask now of all times? In the office where all the horror occurred?

"You have to know, everyone who had this job before you was actually a known criminal." Bonnie looks up at Freddy as he talks. "I don't know how it came to be, just that management promised we could stuff the fuckers without any guilt."

Freddy sighs at his friend confusion. "I was angry. After the kids were killed, I felt as if I could've done something. So, striking a deal with your boss, they promised to only hire known criminals that were either running from the law, or never got convicted for their crimes. One less murder on the streets. And every night, we would, kill them."

"So, you, had a valid reason to do it." Mike looks back up and searches Freddy's eyes as they turn sullen.

"Yes and no. I shouldn't have immediately gone to killing. The others joined soon after I killed the first one, no qualms about it." A loud sigh like noise escapes Freddy's throat as he looks down. "Seeing you here though, a mere child, means the last few we got might've just been regular people and Mr. Seal no longer cares. I should've been a better leader."

He turns and walks down the hall away from the two, away from his friend and the man who was going to be the next victim, away from the screams that only now are starting to haunt him.

Suddenly something leaps onto his back and Freddy roars, thinking he was being attacked.

"Shit Fazfuck! Never heard of a fucking hug before!" Mike laughs. The bear immediately goes still but he doesn't stop from trying to reach for the guard.

"A hug is from the front Michael, not the back," Freddy begins.

"Well you were practically running away so I had to do something," is all that's retorted back. Freddy waits a moment and huffs when the man still doesn't get off, and in a position where the bear can't grab him.

"Are you finished?"

"Do you know why I'm giving you a hug?"

"No, now get off before I take you off."

"It's not your fault," Mike mutters. The animatronic stands frozen, listening, and he quickly continues as to not lose the attention. "You were promised only criminals, and the son of a bitch got lazy and dumped whoever's sorry ass came in the door to the night shift. Doesn't mean you should be blamed. If anyone should it's Mr. Fuck. Oh, and everyone who's taken this job too, the dumbasses."

"You work this job Michael," Freddy smirks.

"Yeah, dumbass." As the bear laughs Mike slips off his back and yelps as he's swept into a hug. A moment goes by as they sit there, simply enjoying each other's company.

"This never happened," Freddy mutters.

"Nope."

"Yes it did!"

They whip around to see Bonnie grinning evilly as Chica and Foxy lean into the hallway next to him, each with wide smiles.

"You're so cute!"

"Didn' know ye were a softy cap'n!"

"Fuck my life," Freddy groans. Mike bursts out laughing then points to Bonnie.

"Now!"

Chapter 1  |  Chapter 2  |  Chapter 3  |  Chapter 4  |  Chapter 5  |  Chapter 6  |  Chapter 7  |  Chapter 8  |  Chapter 9

[mable-stitchpunk]

How does everybody in the Can't Go Home Again universe enjoy Valentine's Day?

Ah, Valentine’s Day! A holiday devoted to love, romance, and the marketing of both. XD That cynical take aside, allow me to painstakingly go through (almost) everyone’s feelings towards Valentine’s Day. ^-^

Mike never really had much of an interest in Valentine’s Day until recently. He still kind of doesn’t, but he likes seeing how excited Mari gets about it. He’s slowly warmed up to it over the years.

Mari adores Valentine’s Day. That is to say, Mari relishes in any holiday that encourages crafts, baking, and exchanging gifts, but this holiday in particular does interest him Especially since it’s one of the ones he gets his face repainted for.

Charlie’s kind of in a similar boat to Mike, but generally enjoyed the holiday a little bit more than he did. She remembers some of the Valentine’s Days of her childhood fondly, including one year’s when she had a secret admirer.

Fritz and Natalie enjoy Valentine’s Day. They’re not the type of couple to go crazy over it, but they definitely plan a date night. Maybe a movie and dinner- something domestic and easy. 

Jeremy thinks Valentine’s Day is okay. When he’s not trying to reign in Foxy, he might try to engage his little orphans in some sort of activity. Last year he tried to show them how to make valentines and spent most of the evening scrubbing glitter and glue off of the Minireenas.

Foxy treats Valentine’s Day like he does every profitable holiday... By throwing himself down a crazed rabbit hole of aggressive planning to capitalize on the holiday and then spending the night afterwards rummaging through the leftover chocolate... That’s not to say Foxy doesn’t have a romantic side, but the key is timing, and that’s a key that seldom fits the lock when you’re trying to get thirty Valentine’s themed Mari dolls off the shelf. 

Scott doesn’t have strong feelings on the holiday, but thinks it’s quaint. He took the liberty to reintroduce Valentine’s Day to his clowns with varied success.

Baby “despises” Valentine’s Day. She sees it as a mushy display of embarrassment and pointlessness, unimpressed by the idea that people can be won over by heart shaped boxes and flowers that die in a week. ...Or maybe Baby’s just bitter because she doesn’t have anyone to shower her with the attention and gifts she sees other women getting. That’s very possible.

Ennard pretty much finds a way to enjoy any holiday. Valentine’s Day is no exception. ;) Though the fun part is scouring behind convenience stores for tossed stock in the days afterwards.

Michael used to deeply despise Valentine’s Day. Now he’s mostly indifferent to it.

Louise loves Valentine’s Day and goes out of her way to send cards to all her near and dearest, along with dolling herself up for the special occasion, and- if she’s fortunate enough- securing a date for the big day.

Tabby’s the type of person to by a heart shaped box of chocolate and eat it while sitting on her couch, and show no shame in doing so.

Bunny loves sending surprises. Valentine’s Day is just an excuse to show love.

[kitchatt]

okay exactly one person said yes, and that’s all I needed, thank you @d011zk1ll lol

this is long so au plot is under the cut ;)

So basic plot:

Gabriel runs Freddy Fazbear Entertainment with Tom, his business partner

Things go smoothly for a long time, until Emilie passes away, leaving behind Nooroo, a beloved stuffed animal from her childhood that she eventually gave to Adrien

Nooroo becomes somewhat imbued with Emilie’s remnant

Gabriel dedicates his life to researching ways to bring her back, discovers the concept of remnant, finds out Nooroo has Emilie’s remnant

But! He needs more remnant to serve as a life force if he wants to bring her back, and that’s when he turns to the diner

Adrien is psychologically abused at home, to discourage him from ever leaving the house or truely socializing with others, he becomes some degree of agoraphobic

His only friends are Nino, Alya, Marinette, and his stuffed black cat, Plagg

The diner is used to create positive remnant (kids having good experiences) but it’s not strong enough

So Gabriel starts making negative remnant by killing kids at the diner, starting with his son’s best friend, and his personal annoyance, Nino

Nino becomes Freddy , Luka becomes Bonnie, Alya is chica, Juleka becomes Foxy

Tom makes the puppet to keep Adrien and Marinette safe

Lastly Marinette, she, of course, is supposed to become the puppet

Adrien, having been psychologically tortured and lost most of his friends, is homeschooled by his fathers new business partner/assistant Nathalie

After the twins die, Adrien is superrr fucked up, doesn’t leave the house, is never alone except to sleep, stays close to his dad, Nathalie,Marinette, or Tom 

A couple weeks after the first death, parents started complaining about smell and safety so eventually Freddy’s is going to shut down 

The last night before closing, Gabriel plans to kill Marinette, to hopefully get the last remnant he needs

But his desperation makes him sloppy, and when he goes to kill Marinette after locking her out, he pulls out a knife, and is about to fatally stab her, only for Adrien to unlock the door with the Puppet and see everything

Gabriel, is in shock and attacked by the puppet, misses and ends up only slicing her side open

The puppet pins Gabriel down and sounds the emergency system, calling police, an ambulance, and Tom to the scene

Before they get there, Gabriel tries to Bargain with Adrien, explains his plans and shit

Adrien is horrified and of course declines

Marinette is rushed to a hospital for examination as stitches,Tom and Adrien ride with her. Sabine meets them there

Gabriel is arrested, and Adrien tells the police everything that Gabriel had said

Marinette confirms it to the police

There’s a trial and the remains of the children are all found

But!! Gabriel has several notebooks full of research that are revealed, and he talks about “a fellow brilliant mind” that helped his research who was looking into immortality 

Epilogue is Adrien and Marinette working together to collect all the pieces of remnant and burn it to put all the souls to rest

They keep Ninos bracelet, Alyas necklace, Luka and Juleka’s bracelets though

The two of them spend the rest of their lives laying spirits to rest and investigating missing children, to keep anything like what happens to their friends from happening again (Private investigation by day, paranormal investigation by night)

Poor Adrien vows to spend the rest of his life undoing the tragedy and horror and crime his father had inflicted. The rabbit hole goes far deeper than expected

I have a miraculous ladybug FNAF au that I was workshopping a few months ago, would anyone be interested in hearing about it?

[fazbear-security]

Secret Tunnels & Surprise Visits

Mike hadn’t had a week off in nearly two years, and he wasn’t quite sure what to do with it.

He’d slept as late as he could, but that had only taken him to 1pm, and most of his siblings had extra curricular activities that would keep them out until at least 6pm. His mother was working until at least then, when she picked up the kids, and Sasha’s curfew wasn’t until 11pm (and boy, did she wring it for every minute she could get). He’d tried cleaning up around the house, but that had only taken up part of his Thursday, and as much as his mother had appreciated his hard work, it hadn’t been enough to satisfy the itch in his idle hands.

The pizzeria was being renovated that weekend, and was closed from Thursday to the following Wednesday, so Mike had a good full six or seven days all to himself. Already out of things to do around the house after day one, he’d decided to tackle the one task he (and everyone else in the house) had been putting off for years.

Organizing the basement.

“You have a lot of stuff down here.” Puppet commented as he climbed up on top of an old gear locker shoved against the stairs. A pair of old workout gloves and a rolled up mat were still stuffed in it, along with a set of resistance bands. Mike made a point not to look at it. “Like, a LOT a lot.” The slender animatronic that had taken up residence under his bed poked at the curling edge of an old sticker on the side of the locker. “Don’t you guys throw anything out?”

“Does it look like it?” Mike asked rhetorically as he surveyed the mess. Where was the best place to start? Christmas ‘91? His old college stuff? That box of yearbooks that stretched all the way back to Tara’s freshman year of high school? “That’s what we’re down here to do today - pare down all this junk and get rid of the stuff we really don’t need.”

“That’s easier said than done…” Puppet eyed the mess from his perch up on the locker before jumping down, and curiously opening the nearest box. “You’ve got more stuff down here than the old location had in storage….oh!” The little animatronic leaned over the edge of the large box - almost falling in - before scrambling back out with a little box clutched in his striped fingers, and a wide smile on his mask.

“Hey! I remember these!!” He popped open the lid and ran a cloth fingertip over the enamel pins on the board inside while Mike picked another box in a stack across the room, and started to dig through it. “These are the commemorative pins from 1987! They had me give these to employees as a gift at a big party!” Puppet tilted his head curiously. “How’d they get down here?”

“The night shift isn’t the first time I’ve worked for Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, you know.” Mike made a face at the musty books inside the box he’d chosen, and closed it back up. His mother still might want to donate these to the library - best to just set these aside, for now. “I spent a few months making pizzas for the other location across town before I went to college. I was out sick when that party happened, but management gave me those pins the next day.”

“You mean...we could’ve met sooner?” Puppet looked down at the old pins - at the cutesy, cartoony faces of Freddy, Chica, Bonnie, Foxy, and the pizzeria’s logo - and some of his smile faded. Mike looked up from the box of old clothes he was sorting through at the heavy silence, and frowned.

“Don’t...don’t think too much about it, Puppet.” He advised, folding an old shirt that had stopped fitting a decade ago and setting it aside. “You wouldn’t have liked me when I was eighteen, anyway. I was kind of an as-...uh...kind of a jerk.” He quickly amended. Puppet frowned, and put the lid back on the box before jumping up and sliding it on top of the locker. He was absolutely keeping that.

“So?” The animatronic moved to Mike’s side, and stood as high as he could to try and  see into the clothing box. “I’ve dealt with sulky teenagers before.”

“I was a lot more than just ‘sulky’...” Mike winced. He’d been a jerk with a capital ‘J’ before he’d gone to college and gotten knocked off his pedestal. It was a miracle his parents had been able to put up with him for an entire year, honestly. “Be glad we met after I got my head on straight. It was for the best for both of us.” Puppet’s mask twisted into a frown, but Mike was determined for that to be the end of the topic, and moved the clothing box to get at the yearbooks beneath it.

“...huh?” Mike paused in the middle of opening the last box in the stack, and closed the flaps again to tilt it back, and get a better look at what had caught his attention. Puppet quickly perked up as the young man shifted the box across the floor, and off of a mysterious, rectangular shape still half-buried by all the clutter.

“Oh, cool! A secret door!” Puppet grabbed another stack of boxes and tried to push it off the shape, while Mike scratched his head in confusion.

“I...don’t remember this.” The human frowned, even as he helped Puppet to move the stack that weighed more than him. “I wonder if Mom or Dad knew about this?” He frowned as he cleared the last of the boxes off of what was now obviously some kind of old trapdoor. “Kind of seems like they tried to bury it.”

“Maybe it leads to a secret tunnel!” Puppet suggested eagerly. “Just like in that cartoon with the dog Pippa likes!” He started to bounce on his heels, and started to reach for the seam in the floor. “Let’s open it and see where it goes!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down, Puppet!” Mike snatched the little animatronic up under one arm, and stepped back before he could get his striped fingers into the crack. “We can’t just open it!” He argued. “We have no idea what might be down there - there could be rats, or spiders, or-”

THUNK.

“......” Both Mike and Puppet froze at the sound, and looked down at the trapdoor. “.....that’s a big rat.” Puppet whispered. Mike slowly - quietly - stepped back from the trapdoor, and the sound came again, only louder. He dropped Puppet back to his feet, and the little animatronic quickly hid behind the human, and dug his striped fingers into Mike’s red jacket as they both nervously watched the trapdoor.

THUNK. THUNK.

Something pounded on the trapdoor from below - something big - and a small puff of dust was kicked up from the space. Mike looked around frantically for something he could use as a weapon, and snatched up a baseball bat from another pile of junk. Luis hadn’t used it since his high school days. Surely, he wouldn’t mind?

THUNK THUNK THUNK.

The trapdoor began to rattle, and Mike swung the bat up over his shoulder as the rusty lock creaked and bent. Finally, the old metal snapped, and the trapdoor was thrown open by-....by Chica?

Mike’s brain ground to a halt as the animatronic chicken mascot from his workplace popped up through his floor, looking around with a curious hum at the cluttered basement before she laid optics on him, and broke out into a wide, toothy smile.

“Hi, Mr. Schmidt!! How’d you get here?”

“.......” The baseball bat fell out of Mike’s limp hands, and clattered to the floor. Puppet flinched at the loud sound, but Chica didn’t seem to register the human’s obvious shock, and came up the rest of the stairs and into the basement.

“Guys!” She shouted back down the stairs. “Mike’s here!” Behind her, Bonnie’s ears appeared before the rest of him, and Foxy’s hook scratched at the edge of the trapdoor hole as he hauled himself up out of the tunnel that yawned beneath the basement floor. Mike sucked in a breath through his teeth as the pirate fox - and other figures that, in no way, should have ever been in his house - rose up from beneath the floor, and stretched his limbs.

“Aaarrr, ‘tis about time!” Foxy grumbled, leaning back as if to stretch out a kink in his spine. “We’ve been walkin’ fer hours! I thought we’d be ‘alfway t’ Tortuga by now!”

“We were only down there for twenty minutes, at best.” Bonnie argued as he climbed out. “Your internal clock must be broken!”

“Jus’ like th’ rest o’ me, ey?” Foxy turned an irritable glare upon the rabbit, but his expression immediately softened when he noticed the audience Bonnie had not. “Oh! Mike! How ye’ be, lad? Ain’t seen ye’ since Wednesday eve’!” Puppet looked up at the human he hid behind with wide eyes, and Mike found the presence of mind to lower his hands from their raised position.

“....you’re in my house.” He said eloquently. Bonnie and Foxy both tipped their ears forward, and looked around the basement.

“This be your house?” Foxy flipped up his eyepatch for a better look. “It be….uh….cozy?” Bonnie shook his head and smacked the fox on the arm.

“This isn’t the whole place, buckethead.” He scoffed. “There’s an upstairs, see?” He pointed to the basement stairs, and Mike looked over just in time to see Chica’s tailfeathers disappearing at the top. His heart skipped a beat or two.“This is just a basement!” The rabbit hopped over a box on the floor, and headed up the stairs himself. “Chica, wait for me!”

“I knew that!” Foxy huffed back with a lash of his tail. The basement started to feel a little small, and Mike pulled another breath in through his teeth. Oh, god. He’d had nightmares just like this, back when he’d first started on the night shift...except he wasn’t sleeping now. He was awake, and this was real-

“I, ah, don’t suppose I could get a hand?” Mike froze, and slowly looked back down at the trapdoor to see Freddy himself seemingly wedged in the stairway opening. Behind him, he could also see the glow from Sam’s LED hat band, somewhere back within the tunnel. “I’m not as slim as the rest of you, you know!” The bear admitted.

“Aye, let’s get’che out o’ there.” Foxy reached out with his good hand to grab Freddy’s and started to pull, with Sam - presumably - pushing from behind. After a few more seconds of staring, Puppet edged out from behind Mike to help. Mike, however, remained frozen in place, and a few shades paler than he probably should have been as he tried to comprehend how one of his darkest nightmares was becoming reality right before his eyes-

“Oh, wow!” Chica’s voice echoed from somewhere upstairs - somewhere on the second floor. “It looks like Parts & Services up here, only better lit! Bonnie, you have to come see this!”

“That’s my-! Oh no.” Mike’s eyes popped wide, and he finally broke out of his frozen stupor to bolt for the stairs, leaving Puppet, Foxy, and Sam alone to try and pry the pizzeria star out through the too-small trapdoor in the floor. “That’s my room! Don’t touch anything!”

He passed Bonnie in the living room, seemingly enamoured by the many framed photos hung up behind the couch, and nearly tripped running up the stairs before he caught himself on the banister. It wasn’t until he’d made it up to the landing and thrown open his bedroom door that Mike realized that he...had no real plan for confronting the animatronic inside. He froze again in the doorway, panting, and struggling for words as Chica ‘ooh’ed and ‘ahh’ed over the variety of drawings and unfinished projects strewn about his desk.

“Whoa!!!” Chica picked up a pipe-and-wire hand model that he’d given up on three months ago, and cradled it in her hands with the reverence of a child holding a coveted toy for the first time. “This is just like our endoskeletons! Mr. Schmidt, I didn’t know you could build things!”

“I-. Uh. Um.” The unexpected praise made it even harder for Mike to find his words, and he stumbled for an embarrassingly long time before he heard the creaking of the stairs, and felt a towering presence at his back.

“Oh, neat!” Bonnie pushed his way into the room, causing Mike to stumble forward, as well, and gleefully batted at the punching bag still hanging from the ceiling next to his bed. “Heheh, what’s this thing? Does it make noise?”

“No, it-. It doesn’t make noise.” Mike reached out a hand to stop the bag from swinging, and hoped the feeling of the synthetic leather against his hand would help snap him back to reality. It didn’t do much. “It’s for hitting.”

“Oh.” Bonnie seemed to lose interest at this answer, and turned to face Chica, who had moved on to looking at the posters and pictures hanging on the wall. “Oh!” Bonnie zeroed in on one in particular, and Mike winced internally. “Who’s this kid? I haven’t seen them at the pizzeria before.”

“Yeah, you have. That’s, uh.” Mike found himself wishing he’d never framed that dumb childhood photo. “That’s me.”

“That’s you?!” Bonnie and Chica both crowded around the frame, now, and Mike prayed to any deity listening that his floor would hold under them. “Aww! You used to be so cute!”

“Bonnie!” Chica gasped, and tweaked one of the rabbit’s ears. “That’s so rude! He’s still cute!”

“......” Mike pressed both hands over his face, and leaned back until he was sitting on his bed as the two animatronics began to squabble.

Maybe, if he just sat here for long enough, his brain would get tired of this nightmare, and he’d wake up?

[jaspitch]

Five Nightguards At Freddy’s

September's Archives- Archive 2

Tonight was no different than most other nights. Show up to take over the last half of the week for whoever was there originally. Thank God Mike called in sick. Despite September practically hating Mike, he didn't want him to get killed. That was plain and simple. The only one who could die and be fine was William, but that's besides the point.

September stepped out of his car with a groan. Last night a friend of his had coaxed him into going to a party and he was feeling the final drag of a hangover kick in. Brushing a thick lock of hair behind his ear, the tall man started walking towards the large red double doors. Somebody was standing there, and on further inspection, September let out a mental groan. It was fucking Justin. Since when did he do Day Shifts? Or locking up?

Eventually he stopped as Justin looked up from his phone. "Hi, Grumps! Aren't ya happy to see me?" Justin threw an arm around September's neck with a laugh. "Just give me the damn keys," The other man stated, rolling his eyes. "Hey, what's up with the deeper voice? Are you going through pubery?"

With that, September shoved his cousin away. He turned and glared at him, "People don't go through puberty twice, dumb-fuck." With that, he snatched the keys away and started for the back entrance, which was by far easier to unlock and lock. Of course, September finally locking up would depend on him surviving another night of Hell. After doing said process, a sigh of relief flowed through his body. The lights were still on, but he only had a few minutes to get into the office before they turned off. 

He walked towards the office, running his hand through his thick, fluffy hair. That reminded him of Storm, who always loved to pet his “silky locks.” Honestly, just because he used Old Spice didn’t give the girl a right to be treating him like a dog. Upon reaching the office, September grumbled before almost tripping over something. The man looked down to see a bottle of what looked to be Pepsi-Cola and he kicked it into the hallway. Why the hell did they even have a damn janitor? He never did his job.

Unlocking the drawer with the tablet in it, an even more anoyed groan left the male. Why in the name of God was the fucking tablet not charging in the drawer? The clock chimed right on time, which just panicked the usually calm man. He looked around for about twenty minutes, in a cold sweat, before finding the tablet, some sort of sauce smeared on it, and almost completely dead. Well, fuck that. If some people can’t do their jobs, why should he?

September ran down the hallway, right to Henry’s office, and found it locked. There wasn’t any animatronics roaming and ready to maime him just yet, thank the Lord. He used his pocket knife to pick the lock because that skill was definately needed to survive here in this hell-hole. Placing the tablet on the dark oak desk, September relocked the door and sat down next to the device, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. This was, by far, the worst night ever. A hangover, having to run around the pizzeria, not being able to find the tablet, and then the tablet being dead. 

Tomorrow he was dead ass asking for a raise. If he didn’t get one, he would be moving to Loisianna to go be a District Attorney. Of course he wouldn’t actually do that, seeing as how he couldn’t leave Storm here by herelf. Actually, rewind, Storm here with Michael Fucking Schmidt. His hatred flared up immediately. The slacker was such a nuiscance. One moment he’d be cursing the living life out of someone and the the next he’d be flirting with Storm. Weird, considering Storm was playing matchmaker and was trying to get her friend Doll to give it a go at him.

The mere thought of Storm and Mike together rose some sort of anxious feeling in September’s chest. Alongside bile in his throat. He could imagine it now. 

“Hey, September! September! Guess what?!”

“What, Storm?”

“I’m pregnant! And getting married!”

“What!? Who are you marrying?”

“Mike! I’m gonna marry Mike!”

Yeah, that’d never happen. He wouldn’t let it. A large bang burst the young man from his thoughts. The door was being hit multiple times, as if someone, or more like something knew he was in there. After a few minutes of this, September relaxed. The door is way too solid for that. Just as he though this, the door exploded off the hinges and went flying right past him. There, in his beautiful purple glory, was Bonnie. The large rabbit’s eye were pupil sized with black floating around them. Not unusual to see, but definately odd. He locked eyes with September before the man threw the tablet at him.

Bolting to the side door, September opened it to be met with the hallway to the bathrooms. He ran down it, Bonnie on his trail. Side swiping a chair in hopes to trip the damned robot up, he nearly ran straight into Freddy, who was coming out of the girl’s bathroom. Ew, what the Hell? Weirdo! Was all he thought before being picked up by his collar and being screeched at. The mere force of the yell startled September and must have overdone his nerves, because within seconds, he was fast asleep.

It seemed to be decades before he awoke, but when he did, some sort of smell almost impuriated his nostrils. What. The. fuck. Was. That. Smell? It smelt like rusted iron..... That’s what blood usually tasted like and smelt liked, isn’t it? Slowly opening his amber orbs, fear immediately set in. Oh God, Oh God. His legs and middle torse were almost completely filed and stuffed into some sort of suit. It looked to be like one of Freddy’s so it wasn’t tight fitting, but that didn’t mean that there weren’t indeed some rods and wires sticking into mainly his legs. September tried to slowly inch his left leg to the right and a jolt of pain flashed through him.

He looked up, his vision blurry at first. Then he caught note of Chica spazzing out in front of him, Bonnie and Freddy walking away, and Foxy peaking in before shutting the door. Chica turned and looked down, meeting eyes with September. Her beak was fixed and not hanging off to the side oddly enough. “Se..ptemvar.” She groaned, her voice cracking and making a high pitched squeak. “Sep..tem..bar. Do vu rec..on..ide mee...eee?”  W h a t? Narrowing his eyes, the male tried to move back a bit, only a small portion of pain filing through his legs. “Fucking bird, just go join your damn friends!” He yelped, hoping that whatever had stopped the others from completely stuffing him would be the same for the chicken.

“But.. I... em... su..cie.” Chica squeaked again and the mascot’s head twitched. “Su-cie?” It took a second, but the name registered. Suzie was a girl September had known when he first moved here. She was eight and he fiffteen upon meeting. September had been hired to babysit the girl before she died, they would always play games. She made him feel like he could be himself- funny and outgoing. Even a bit silly. That was then, of course. By the time sixteen rolled around, he was cold and a bit narcassistic. “Suzie?” He asked, narrowing his eyes.

Chica smiled and let out some weird “AhrGhGhgahG” sound before leaning down and starting to slowly take the suit’s pieces off. Her movements were jerky and robotic, but nonetheless helpful. And painful. After an hour or so, September was sitting by the chicken, rapping bandages around his legs. Chica was staring at him, watching his every movement. This probably explained why she had never shown up at the door but once, and when they met in the hallway after a power outage, she would just stand and stare at him.

“Okay, done. So, Chica, let me get this right. You’re suddenly not wanting to kill me because I’m well, me. However, the others aren’t going to kill me either because you said so. And this only goes for me when Suzie is in control because she knows me. Also, this further enhances my knowledge that this place is hella haunted?” Chica nodded, which made him drop his eyelids half way and give her a ‘really, bitch?’ look. He wanted to play another yes and no game. That would be how they would talk from now on. “Okay, yes or no, somebody killed you and stuffed you in the suit?” She nodded.

“That somebody works here but you don’t know who, you just know it’s not me because you already know me?” Chica gave a nod, making her head squeak. “You can’t determine genders, can you?” For a second, he thought she was going to shake her head, meaning she couldn’t, but she then nodded. “Wait, so what gender killed you?” That was when everything clicked into place: she shrugged saying she had no idea. Somebody didn’t just kill these kids, they dressed up as a character and killed them. Holy crap, Storm would love to know that. Love to know she could try and talk to them so she could survive and find out who did this. That, besides Mike, was their main mission all along. However, this also just furthern intesified his thoughts that he couldn’t trust anyone.

“I have a few ideas on who it might be. Let’s see, William, because he’s a fucking creep and I wouldn’t put it past him. Scott, because he’s so damn jumpy. Malayn, because he’s a sadist, and maybe Mike because I don’t know if he’s completely sane or not.” As soon as the list was done, Chica blinked oddly. She closed one eye before the other before suddenly bolting out the door. Narrowing his eyebrows, September was about to follow her before the bell rang. Damn, he just barely survived tonight. William was waiting by the entrance, seemingly arguing with Scott. Scott noticed September approaching before abruptly shutting his mouth. “Hello, ladies. Need these?” He dropped the keys on William’s head, turning to look at a concerned Scott.

Through his peripheral vison, he noted William untangling the keys from his hair and settling them in his pocket. “What hapened to your legs? And your uniform?” September shrugged, “Y’know just got dragged into the back room and nearly killed. The usual.” William snickered at his sarcasm, but he really wasn’t joking. “Holy crap! Are you okay? We can take you to a doctor!” He seemed to be about to have a nervous breakdown so September just waved him off. “I’m fine, woman. You need to get off your period.” With that, he walked towards his Falcon(It’s a ‘67 Ford if you didn’t know that. Most people don’t know much about older cars :’) ) and drove himself home. After falling asleep on the couch due to intense lazines, September decided to take a shower, change, renew his bandages, and call Storm. They had a lot to talk about.

September’s Archive Ends Here

[theaftonfamilyfacts]

The Afton Family

William Afton and his unnamed wife met at one point in time, got married, and eventually had around three children, those being Michael Afton, Elizabeth Afton, Big Brother, and the Crying Child (the latter two are both theorized to be Michael). At one point, Mrs. Afton would either die or divorce William, given that she never appears in the series. William himself would be a neglectful and likely abusive father.

The 1980's

In 1983, William killed Charlotte Emily, the daughter of his business partner Henry, presumably outside of the original Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Before or after this event happened, the first death in the Afton family occurred: it was none other than the unnamed younger son. During the day of his birthday, at Fredbear's Family Diner, the elder son and his friends put him into the mouth of Fredbear as a prank. However, the animatronic crushed the child's head, killing him. While in the hospital, Michael apologizes for killing him, and the mysterious Fredbear plushie makes a promise to "put him back together".

In what is heavily implied to be 1985, on the night of June 26th, William would go on to kill five more children in what would later be known as the "Missing Children Incident", leading to the closure of the pizzeria. The kids would go on to possess Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie the Rabbit, Chica the Chicken, Foxy the Pirate Fox, and the elusive Golden Freddy, thanks to the help of Charlotte, who now possesses a Puppet-like security animatronic.

NOTE: This part doesn't have a confirmed placement in the timeline.

Sometime after the original Freddy's Fazbear's Pizza location closed down, William built Circus Baby's Pizza World, now with robots being made to kidnap and kill children. However, the second death in the family occurred when Elizabeth got too close to one of the robots, Circus Baby. which resulted in her getting pulled into the robot's stomach, crushing her to death. William cancels the grand opening of the location and covers the incident up by saying it was due to gas leaks.

At an unknown time period, Willliam sends his son, Michael Afton, to Circus Baby Entertainment & Rental, an underground location he made after his daughter was killed. Michael goes there, and Circus Baby, now possessed by Elizabeth, helps him. On the fifth day, every robot in the location transforms into Ennard. Baby, now controlling the amalgamation of machines, reveals that she desperately wants to escape with her friends, and scoops Mike using the Scooper, killing him. With the giant hole in Mike's body, Ennard replaces his insides with itself, escaping the location. After a week, they were forced to escape Mike's body and go into the sewers because Michael's body was rotting. Michael survives because of the Remnant injected into him from the Scooper. He swears to find his father.

NOTE: Now, everything is confirmed to take place in the order it's mentioned in.

In 1987, a new Freddy Fazbear's Pizza is opened. William murders another set of innocent children, who presumably possess the new Toy models, and leaves; It's also theorized he was the night guard, using a different name. Shortly afterwards, a night guard named Jeremy Fitzgerald applies for the night guard position in the location, who after the first week on the job, gets moved over to dayshift, allowing a third night guard, Fritz Smith, to take his place. Unfortunately, the Bite of '87 occurs, resulting in the pizzeria being closed down yet again.

The 1990's

The third Freddy Fazbear's Pizza is set to close in 1993 after being open for five years from the year 1988. Michael applies for the night guard job under the alias of "Mike Schmidt", in which he claims to be for free pizza, although its implied he has ulterior motives. However, after his first week of working, he's fired due to his general unprofessionalism, bad odor, and his tampering with the robots. The restaurant later closes down in the same year.

At some point after the Pizzeria's closure, William goes to the abandoned location and destroys the four main animatronics with the presumed assistance of Shadow Freddy. After succeeding, the souls inside go after their killer. Afton, in a blind panic, goes to the Safe Room and eventually hides into the Spring Bonnie suit, now withered. Due to the conditions of the suit, the spring locks malfunction and kill William, tearing him apart and killing him slowly.

The 2020's

Thirty years later, William, now known as Springtrap, is revealed to have survived and been taken to Fazbear's Fright, a horror attraction that serves as a homage to the original Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. There, he roams the attraction, attempts to kill the place's night guard for the week, and escapes after it's set on fire. He eventually goes through unknown changes and becomes Scraptrap.

He is then lured into another Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A day after he was salvaged by his own son, Michael, he reunites with his daughter, now Scrap Baby, who became this way after she was ejected out of Ennard for being a bad boss. Days later, as Scrap Baby is about to kill Michael, Henry interrupts her. Henry explains that the entire location is a trap, and sets the pizzeria on fire. Michael and Elizabeth are presumably killed in the fire, while William is kept alive by Golden Freddy and tortured in his nightmares.

The 20XX's

Years later, Fazbear Entertainment develops a VR game that cleans the dirt off their reputation. They use circuit boards to speed up the process. However, they end up scanning one of William's burnt circuit boards, which allows him to escape Golden Freddy's torment and become a digital virus known as Glitchtrap. For his time trapped in the game, he drives a man named Jeremy to insanity and presumably suicide and recreates his first five murders in-game. He eventually escapes his virtual prison through possessing a woman named Vanessa, and forces her to commit his evil deeds until her purpose for him is fulfilled.

Later, the Fazbear Funtime Service is released. Glitchtrap infects the system and makes every robot hostile, as well as being the one responsible for adding Springtrap. Behind the scenes, Vanessa is being driven to madness by Glitchtrap. She soon makes a rabbit costume and uses it to do her captor's dirty work at the new Freddy Fazbear's Mega PizzaPlex.

Vanessa, now under the pseudonym of "Vanny", retrieves William's body and rebuilds Springtrap through unknown means. Glitchtrap promptly possesses his own body once more, resting in recharge stations until he is fully rebuilt. Meanwhile, an abomination rests close to the recharge station, although it's unknown what it is, what it's doing there, or what its motives are. It is up to the player what Vanny and William's fates are due to the multi-ending nature of Security Breach, however the Afton ending (often said to be the canon ending) shows how Gregory foils Afton's plans after he tried to hack into Glamrock Freddy's system. Afton is repeatedly burnt by Gregory, which causes the building to collapse in on itself, Gregory and Freddy are able to escape the building, but the abomination is able to pull Afton inside, leaving it's and Afton's fate unknown.

[foxymoxynoona]

Oooooh flirt anon thank you! 💗

*feeling smooth like butter*

And thank you, Foxy, for making room and answering my long, rambling, sometimes-not-even-ask asks. (Also thank for aiding and abetting flirting in your asks? 🤣 Bet you never saw that in your Tumblr plans.)

Your writing is so good and your readers are so astute with asks it just provides so much food for thought. I may love me some JK but my brain is so Namjoon falling down a rabbit hole.

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Everything that goes on here is better than I ever dreamed. I was just hoping to not get flames on ao3 and now look at us. Even when I admitted my tumblr I didn’t think anyone would actually talk to me!

[thclcstgirl]

TRIGGER WARNINGS: child abuse

[ federal file: sky gods ] [ non member files: fox haddock]  —-ACCESSING INFORMATION—- expand search [ all activities ]. releasing summary.

ISSUED BY THE STATE OF MARYLAND — case number 02568465 665874312 — in the matter of FOX HADDOCK the following information has been collected through joint alliance with the united states government and reads as follows:

              NAME: fox haddock ALIAS: foxy DOB: march 2nd AGE: twenty three SEX: female WEIGHT: 119 lbs HEIGHT: 5′6″ EYE COLOR: brown EMPLOYMENT: olympus ( bar ), juke box diner, affiliated with sky gods mc OUTSTANDING CHARGES: none. PRIOR OFFENSES: theft. trespassing. individual has a restraining order against her filed by a mr. and mrs. haddock. individual has had several harassment charges filed against an aaron masters, former foster brother ( all later dropped ).                             individual has been linked to the following parties: grounders motorcycle club, sky gods motorcycle club.                               KNOWN HISTORY: was surrendered to the baltimore foster care system at age fifteen after alleged sexual misconduct with her father. fox adamantly denied the accusations and the charges were eventually dropped without sufficient evidence. fox was surrendered to the system six days later. she was found on her porch, banging on the door and demanding to be let in, and was violent in response to cps attempting to take her into custody. she was placed with the colonna family and over the following three years she returned to her parents sixteen times, seven of those times after the restraining order was filed. upon turning eighteen she left the colonna’s and moved to arlington an hour away. individual has been recently seen in the company of members of the sky gods mc as well as other affiliates and suspected affiliates of the mc and has since accepted a job at olympus bar.                         WITNESS TESTIMONY: commonly observed to be calm, wary, caring, and naive. can turn vicious when restrained. extremely loyal. is most obviously at ease around mc members, especially the violent ones. volunteers at the animal shelter ( occasionally alongside sterling argent ), has a particular fondness for the violent animals, has a gift for helping rehabilitate abused and aggressive animals.

CONNECTIONS President - Fox is pretty submissive around her mc president, follows order without sass.  Bellamy Blake - Bellamy is where Fox’s loyalties lie, though she wouldn’t say that aloud to the mc president.  Gina Martin - Gina’s the one that brought Fox into their world, and offered her a job at the bar as well as the protection that comes from being a sweetbutt.  Sterling Argent - Friend from the shelter, she knew he was in the mc, followed him down the rabbit hole. Occasionally sleeps together.  Scarlette Braya - Friend. Fox usually goes to Scarlette with mc questions when Gina seems busy.  Bou Jameson - Plains Rider that frequents her diner. Foxy’s got a lil crush on him. 

[64bitmultiverse]

I had this idea in my head for the longest time. And now, I can finally share it! If you remember the old animated "Alice in Wonderland" movie from the 1950s, this is what this AU is based off of. The "Wonderland AU" is kinda confusing and still in the works, but it's similarly structured off the actual movie. So here it goes! Lilly (Alice) is out with her family and playing somewhere, where she spots Jeremy (White Rabbit). She obviously follows him down a rabbit hole and discovers the Wonderland. She'll then travel through it and meet strange and fascinating creatures and characters, eventually leading to her escaping the Wonderland through her dream. Lilly obviously plays the role of Alice, creative and witty, yet extremely curious. She meets Jeremy in the beginning and falls down the rabbit hole into Wonderland. Jeremy is the White Rabbit and one of the many servants to the King of Hearts. He's usually a responsible fellow, always on time and such, but messes up once, leading him to attract Lilly's attention in the beginning. Scott and Spencer are the roles of Tweedledee and Tweedledum, but they aren't brothers. They're still boyfriends, dating for some time and eventually wearing the same clothes. They both meet Lilly in the woods after the Caucus Race and stick with her through her whole journey through Wonderland. Mike is the Cheshire Cat, slick and smooth, turning invisible at will. He's the only one that would genuinely understand Lilly after the group meets him in Tulgey Wood. He joins the group after Lilly convinces him to come along. As a thank you, Mike gives her a collar with his name on it, telling her to remember him when she eventually leaves. She still keeps that collar to the very end, even appearing in her apron pocket she wakes up. Fritz is the Mad Hatter, always celebrating his unbirthday in a never ending tea party. The group finds him after Mike gives Lilly a direction to where she should go. Fritz is still a mechanic, building his automated table and tea sets, even a robotic March Hare and Dormouse for company. Mike, and sometimes Spencer, always pester Fritz by stealing his homemade cakes and sweets, criticising him for how bad he bakes. Fritz doesn't go with the group, but shows up later during the trial at the King of Heart's castle. Leroy is like the Queen of Hearts (but obviously a King), ruling over the Wonderland. The group finds the castle when Mike leads them to a shortcut after Lilly breaks down crying about never going home again. They'll encounter Leroy's servants, but not as card soldiers. They're the FNAF animatronics, mainly Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy. Leroy invites them to a croquet game and pizza after the red roses incident with a few careless animatronics. There, Mike causes a bit of trouble, embarrassing the King in front of everyone and almost beheads Lilly, thinking she did it. However, the Queen of Hearts, Tammie, spares Lilly and puts her on trial instead. There, all the characters show up for the trial, with Scott and Spencer and Fritz and Mike as witnesses. Finally, to end it all off, Lilly escapes the castle with the group, now including Fritz and Jeremy, leading her away from her Wonderland dream. I know this was a lot and is really confusing, but I want to work with this, maybe even integrate some of the minor characters, like the Caterpillar or the Flowers. I don't know, I'm playing around with it some more. Anyway, hope you like it!

[luizdsyphre-blog]

A fox, a rat and barbed-wire A second look at my Haiku: Hungry fox contorts Entwined bloody rat on paw Starving barbed-wire eats  Go with me down the rabbit-hole into the depths of my foxy haiku.   The lady in my phone: "Haiku" is a traditional form of Japanesepoetry.  Haiku poems consist of 3 lines. The first and last lines of a Haiku have 5 syllables and the middle line has 7 syllables. The lines rarely rhyme. Take the red pill please.  A haiku and other micropoems will always have different meaning to individuals.  To me, this type of poem should have a deeper meaning and dig deeper than the few lines on the surface.   I think I accomplished this with this Haiku poem: Hungry fox contorts Entwined bloody rat on paw Starving barbed-wire eats  Now take a minute to digest the red pill with a contorting fox entwined with barbed-wire and bloody rat on it's paw Salt and lemon (Theme song from 'Jeopardy') A moment later (that's why I'm writing this extra line...to allow for that moment) Wait, it needed to be just a bit longer.........there. Ok now what do these lines mean to you?, if anything other than a disgusting picture?  Why in the hell would I write this (other than that disgusting picture)? stay in Wonderland and I'll show you just how deep the rabbit-hole really goes. (The Matrix... that's the movie in your head). Ok, so now, let's just define the different players in this poem as I meant it: Hungry Fox contorting: a creature of the wilderness that is part of its food chain and ecosystem.  Dwells in human virgin territories.  Endangered species.  In this scene it is contorting, or uncomfortable in it's current position. It is being dominated, trapped and killed by something that doesn't belong in it's environment... Something stronger and more determined to survive there. Rat: a creature that dwells in the same parts as a fox and one of the foxes food sources. part of the echo system and along with the fox, being killed. It is not feeding it's environment but being bloodied by a starving entity. The starving barbed-wire eats: Humans! A symbolic player that fits into this scene because of it's uses.  It is made or forged with spikes of violence.  the metal is now cold or shaped in its ways, used by humans to mark and expand on virgin territory...driving animals to extinction.   The three main players in this scene: This one is simple...a lower entity in the food chain is being dominated by another.  A rat by a fox, a fox by humans.  Humans by our need to expand.   The scene and its secondary meaning: In this scene, a fox, whom is a natural but endangered species is trying to catch a rat, the lower species. The fox and rat run into the barbed-wired who is more determined than they are (hungry fox vs. starving wire) to survive and the top species. Stronger than a fox and cold or uncaring, the human spikes of division and expansion inflict pain and make victims souls contort to discomfort and death. Humans trap and kill indiscriminately and loose their virginity to these territories at the cost of the local eco systems.   In other words, humans fuck the fox and the rat in our starving sex drive to loose virgin territories everywhere.   It is meant as a gut turning scene on purpose, to give you a 'yuk' in your head every time you think about what we are doing to these ecosystems and their residents.  Yet we still 'eat' our way at the cost of their blood...driving em to gone. All this packed in: Hungry fox contorts Entwined bloody rat on paw Starving barbed-wire eats What did it mean to you? -Luiz D. Syphre ©® COPYRIGHT 2017

[shrapnelstars]

I still have massive trouble with the “Baby is Ennard/Baby is evil” theory.

She was directly trying to help you and spoke loudly and honestly up until the springlock night, which is after the sound system has issues (garbles, GREAT GREAT GREAT). After that happens, she starts speaking in a creepy, hushed tone, and talks in riddles. Even when you go to retrieve her AI chip, she appears to have already been scooped, and Ennard is already formed and standing behind her in the darkness.

I don’t think that Baby or the sister’s spirit are controlling Ennard at all. I think he was using their voices to manipulate the player. I think Ennard hatched a plan to escape by forming a skeleton out of Baby and the Funtimes and then using Michael as skin. The confusion lies in how Ennard speaks. I think he uses “we” as “I” when he’s not pretending to be another character.

Depending on how old Ennard is and how deep this rabbit hole goes, this may also clean up the weirdness of the line “We are still your friends. Do you still believe that?” from 4. It would also serve as a wham realization for “Don’t hold it against us. You don’t know what we’ve been through.” If that was Ennard whispering the whole time, then it would mean Ennard was apologizing for scooping you out to escape. Think about it: Baby doesn’t attack you once in the whole game. She doesn’t even appear until the dead end where she is already scooped out. Freddy doesn’t have that voice. BonBon doesn’t have that voice. Foxy doesn’t have A voice. Ballora doesn’t have that voice. Baby doesn’t have that voice. And her voice was set in stone from FNaF World, before the trailer. The Bidybabs do, but they seem very content with their home in the facility. We have a noted voice switcher right here, though, with Ennard. Take note at how Hand Unit starts off trying to get you killed, but suspiciously switches back to being a helpful announcer once “Baby” starts trying to get you killed. “You have entered a highly dangerous area.” in the good ending path. “Sit tight, and a rescue crew will be here at 6 AM.” in the fake ending path, while Ennard is in the room with you, using the Baby and daughter voices to try to kill you.

We also need to place where the daughter’s spirit was at what time. How is Michael out on a mission to put her back together at Fazbear’s Fright if she’s possessing Ennard at CBEaR? They would have been face to face. Michael wouldn’t have needed to go to Fazbear’s Fright. He could’ve becalmed her there. Even if CBEaR came afterward, that would have meant that Springtrap was running around CBEaR for no reason after soothing the kids, putting her together, and freeing her soul. She can’t be possessing Ennard because it then makes everything Michael has canonically done entirely pointless and redundant.

And again: Baby only performed on one day. How would she know what a springlock suit is, how it was used, and have the knowledge to determine that it was used incorrectly? She was focused on counting the children and singing, and didn’t even have a clue as to what was going on when her bait subroutine kicked in and she killed the daughter. She even sounded horrified at what had happened, and asked the player why. Heck, it may not have even been a rhetorical “why”. The player is a technician. She could have been asking a direct question about her programming. How would she go from memory problems about the ONE DAY she was on stage “There was music coming from...somewhere else. Down the hall.”“I couldn’t move. There was screaming. Why did that happen?” to “Oh heck yeah, I know all the ins and outs of this iron maiden suit and the incident that happened with it. I’mma withhold info on it after I’ve placed you inside it. Toodles, hon!~”

Baby was at one of the restaurants, too, right? All of the robots have a map of the restaurant programmed into them. How was she not able to detect specifically where the music was coming from? She didn’t even know that for the one day of her operation, yet under the evil Baby theory, we’re expected to believe she has vast stores of company knowledge that are far removed from her. (Unless Afton’s robots don’t have a programmed map feature, which is possible.)

Hold on a second:

“And I found her. I put her back together, just like you asked me to. She's free now. But something is wrong with me. I should be dead. But I'm not.”

That was from Michael at Fazbear’s Fright. So was the Baby at CBEaR a fake one set up by Ennard just to lure you into being his meat suit? We never see the eyes, and we never see her move, so we don’t know if she was actually possessed by the sister or not. He could have cobbled up a chassis out of replacement parts.

That has no choice but to be true. Michael found her at Fazbear’s Fright, put her back together, and set her free. He said it right there. The CBEaR one was a fake.