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fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction · 27 days ago

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Fixing Fears

Gregory's acting a little off in the process of the trio collecting things from Freddy's Pizza to transfer to Radical Eats...

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Cassie held up her phone, taking pictures of the strings of colorful flags draped over the dilapidated carousel and the dust drifting in tiny motes around the row of kiddie rides shaped like the Fazband. In the dim light of the games corner of the old Freddy’s place on the other side of the wall, many of the abandoned attractions still had a retro charm to them that she caught on camera. She took a few steps back from the rides, her phone in her hands as she tilted her head, giving them a second look-over to see if there could be any other angles to take photos from.

After a moment, she looked up and aside at her two friends a short distance away at the arcade machines. Those machines had been the main reason for coming this way, passing through the ventilation tunnel connecting Freddy’s to Circus Baby’s Pizza and Parties. Originally they were supposed to be here to see if the Security Puppet would finally give Gregory instructions on where to go to find the last item to get the last drive, and Gregory was supposed to bring the rest of Mike Schmidt’s things for Oswald to check for clues the two of them might not have seen.

Gregory didn’t bring the things and instead asked for help collecting spare parts from the arcade to fix up the games at Radical Eats. Both Oswald and Cassie had given him looks about that, but Oswald had let it slide soon after and crawled into the vent to get started while Cassie narrowed her eyes at Gregory to let him know she sure as hell wasn’t letting that go.

Right now, Oswald was carefully taking apart one of the old arcade cabinets, pulling circuit boards out and examining them with a flashlight he held in one hand. Gregory sat on a small stack of plastic crates that used to hold the cheap, single-ticket prizes, watching him with a faintly interested expression as he rested his cheek on one hand. Cassie rolled her eyes; that was the same look she caught him with back when she was doing her presentation of her report on Afton Robotics in class and he thought being in the back of the classroom would shield him. Gregory had a big heart and a big brain, but he was also big stupid at times.

She ambled over and plopped down on the crates beside him, bumping him with her hip to get him to scooch over and make room. “So how many boards has he gotten out of that old Pac-Man machine?” Cassie asked, flicking through the photos she took and favoriting the best shots of the bunch.

“Uh..,” Gregory trailed off, blinking as he looked to be trying to recall the information.

“You two are so easy to read,” she added with a snicker. Especially funny that them being so dense about each other meant they were clueless about her. She lifted her phone and viewed Oswald through it, taking a photo of him studying one board with a critical gaze, that slight pout that she knew meant he was thinking how much extra work he’d have to do to repair minor damage and what price to put on that.

Gregory wanted Oswald’s help with the parts, but he didn’t want the work done for free, so Oswald was struggling a little with figuring out fair costs so Gregory could present a bill for Radical Eats to cover.

Speaking of Gregory, he was giving her that confused stare, the one where he suspected she was implying something he should know but hadn’t figured it out because boys were kind of thick like that. Cassie snapped a photo of that look on his face too and giggled at him wrinkling his nose in reaction.

“There’s a lot of good parts so far,” Oswald called out to them, “I should be able to fix a lot of your arcade games with these.”

“Your dad starts his new job soon, right? This should get you plenty of your own spending money until your mom and dad can sort out a new budget,” Gregory remarked, hopping down from the crates to head over and look at the backpack full of parts set on the floor. Cassie favorited her recent photos before heading over to see for herself.

There was a faint chill in the air that seeped through her sweater and she looked up to check if the air conditioning had somehow turned on. A faint curse from Gregory pulled her attention to him and she tilted her head in confusion as his expression became an irritated scowl. Oswald stood up beside him, taking a step forward as he looked ahead of the three of them with a frown.

“Uh, what’s going on?” she asked warily. Why were they suddenly on edge like this?

“Remember those Remnant powers we were talking about?” Oswald began carefully.

“And the grouchy old ghost who guards this place?” Gregory finished.

“So.. the ghost is here now,” Cassie pieced together from their words, lifting her fingers to point to the open and empty space of the games room, “and you guys can see him.. over there?”

“Our Remnant got fucked with, yours wasn’t,” Gregory explained tightly, “So yeah. We can see him while you can’t.”

Well, that was totally unfair. She huffed, folding her arms over her chest, and tried not to feel so annoyed at being left out of whatever was going on. Oswald moved back a bit and she blinked at the cautious prodding of her shoulder, glancing over to see him hold out a hand to her, palm up. He was still focused on that big open space, so why was he offering his hand to her?

She gave him a puzzled look. Maybe there was a reason for it? Trusting that there was one, Cassie slid her hand into his, gripping lightly as an odd warmth washed over her at the contact. She felt her face grow hot and hoped no one could see it in the shadows of Freddy’s. Did he just want to hold hands?

A blink, and then Cassie started to realize something was happening. The empty space in front of them was starting to look less empty. A faint blue mist seemed to seep out of the walls, the ceiling, the floor, shimmering on the edge of her vision. And a figure stood before them, tall and lanky and kind of see-through and oddly familiar-looking. She gasped at the security guard outfit and hat that looked so much like the uniform in those lockers and in the photos of those files she helped study for ages.

Was this what the guys were seeing?!

“Is that Mike Schmidt?!” Cassie exclaimed and the ghost glared at her.

“For the last time,” he groused, “I’m not a ghost, I’m a spirit. And I ain’t Mike, I’m Six!” He wagged his fingers between them all. “What the hell are you three doin’ here?”

“Gettin’ parts,” Gregory told him flatly, chin raised as if daring him to do something about it, “Not like this place was gonna be usin’ ‘em anymore.”

The spirit narrowed his eyes as he walked towards them. Cassie tensed as he approached with that severe expression. He had that same prickly feeling of being annoyed that Gregory got when having to listen to their homeroom teacher give announcements of makeup credit work since his name was almost always on the list to get them. The spirit stopped in front of them all, hands on his hips as he stared down at them in silence for a long moment.

“That all you’re gonna do here?” he finally asked. Gregory nodded once and the spirit’s pressure dropped away as he stood back in a more relaxed pose. “Eh, guess that’s fine then. Dumbass machines ain’t part of my ‘protect’ job description,” he said and walked on past them to lean against the prize counter, relaxing against it as if to promptly ignore their presence.

“So.. we can take this stuff?” Oswald asked in an unsure tone, pointing at the backpack full of parts with his free hand.

“Yeah, I don’t care. Arcade games were more Mike’s thing; guy kept playing ‘em till he got top score,” Six replied with a lazy shrug, “Was good for helping him practice split-second decision making to save his game lives and advance, which helped a shit-ton on the night shift when he had to manage cameras, lights, doors, all that shit. Better he got in the games, better he got with everything else.”

“The frontal lobe handled decision making and impulse control,” Cassie muttered, digging out her phone to flick through her bookmarks on articles about Mike Schmidt, “Guess video games where he’d face consequences of poor choices and acting on impulse forced him to adapt around that? And getting that injury as a kid meant he still had time to grow in other ways to make up for it. Re-path it in his brain, right?”

“That’s what the docs said,” the spirit told her, “I’m rolling with it. What do I know? I’m a Remnant spirit. All I know is ‘check camera systems’ and ‘protect Guards’. Anything else is above my pay grade.”

“Then I guess we can grab a few more boards and then go to Radical Eats?” Gregory returned cautiously. Six gestured dismissively at the arcade machines and he relaxed. “Okay, then let’s get a couple more and we’re done.”

Oswald finally let go of her hand to open another machine and Cassie blinked as the spirit faded from her view, along with the blue mist that coated the walls. Her palm felt clammy and cold, and she pouted at it. Why the heck was Oswald’s hand so sweaty? She wiped it off on the back of Gregory’s shirt, ignoring his startled yelp. Boys could be so gross sometimes.

The next machine had lots of good boards in it too, and Oswald pulled a few to add to his pile before closing the panel back up. “That should be enough,” he told them, “Don’t want it too heavy or I won’t be able to carry it.”

“I can do it, then. Swap backpacks?” Gregory offered, pulling off his own backpack and holding it out to Oswald. The exchange was made and Gregory was slinging on the full backpack easily, bouncing on his heels with a grin. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah, let’s go!” Cassie agreed cheerfully, “I wanna eat lunch at your mom’s place. You still owe me for making me miss opening day.” She rolled her eyes in fond exasperation at the boys both waving their goodbyes to the empty air by the prize counter. Probably that spirit was still there, making sure they only took the parts. The air was still a bit chilly in the way her sweater didn’t ward off, so she was most likely right.

The cold didn’t really leave until the three of them were crawling through the ventilation tunnel back to Circus Baby’s side of the building.

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“And you’re not the one fixing these things because..?” Alex drawled out, gesturing with his hand for Gregory to fill in the blank as he and Cassie watched Oswald replace the damaged boards in the arcade machines with the spare parts.

“The Afton bitch uploaded William Afton’s knowledge of animatronic programming, engineering, and construction into my head,” Gregory replied dryly, poking himself in the forehead, “Last I checked, fixing Galaga wasn’t part of that crazy old man’s interests.”

“Does having someone else’s decades of knowledge planted in your brain count as the most over the top cheat sheet ever?” Cassie asked him curiously and Gregory shrugged.

“Wasn’t my idea to put it there, so can’t blame me for using it when I can’t tell if I learned it myself or just ‘remembered’ it was there to use,” he said and looked up at Alex, “Hey, since it’s your day off from Circus Baby’s, could you ask Freddy if he’s making lunch today? I promised my friends our pizza specials but Freddy’s the one who makes them.”

Alex groaned, slouching in place, “Man, I’m only here to get some takeout before I stream in an hour. It’s my day off from work but I still have other schedules to keep y’know?”

“You still gotta talk to Freddy to get your food,” Gregory pointed out with an unimpressed expression, “Ooh, you gotta say a few extra words to him. How scary~!” He wrinkled his nose at Alex reaching down to cover his face with his palm.

“Fine, fine, I’ll ask if you knock it off with being a twer-EW! What the fuck?!” he began replying in a flat tone before screeching in disgust and yanking his hand away. Gregory just smiled up at him, tongue out and on display. “Que tan mocoso la pinche lengua!” Alex quickly rubbed his palm on Gregory’s hair, ignoring the boy yelling and flailing to get him off, “Cochino! I don’t know what you’ve been doing with that tongue! Little kids stick all kinds of nasty stuff in their mouths!”

“Dude, we’re ten, not two,” Cassie pointed out with a huff, “Clearly you haven’t been around a lot of little kids.”

“Of course not, they give me the heebie-jeebies,” Alex told her and shuddered for effect, “Constantly dirty, and staring, endlessly staring, can they stop with the staring?”

“Sounds like repressed trauma. You should get that looked at,” Cassie suggested.

“Also time’s ticking. Ask Freddy about lunch. Chop chop,” Gregory chimed in and stuck his tongue out again, “Or I’ll lick your computer mouse next time you go to the bathroom.”

“Cochino,” Alex sniffed before his expression broke into a laughing grin, “You’re such a lil shit, you know that, right?”

“Like recognizes like,” Gregory replied, holding up his hands as finger guns. He waved as Alex rolled his eyes and walked off towards the kitchen. “I think he’s loosening up more lately. That’s good.” He smiled a little more hopefully before turning back to watch Oswald fix the first arcade machine.

Cassie nodded and sat by him on the little bench placed in the games corner of Radical Eats. She gave him a few minutes to relax and enjoy himself watching Oswald working away before speaking quietly, “So why didn’t you bring Mr. Schmidt’s things for Oz to check like we planned?” She could practically feel Gregory freezing in place.

“I just forgot, that’s all. Besides, fixing the machines here is way more important,” he stammered, his shoulders raising up in that defensive hunch. Cassie hummed at the response, nodding along.

Yeah, fixing them was important, but... “Isn’t finding the last relic important too?” she asked, nudging him lightly with her shoulder. “And the last drive for the original animatronics, too. We got Bonnie, Chica, Foxy.. we’re only missing Freddy Fazbear himself.” When Gregory didn’t rise to her bait, her grin faltered a bit. “Did.. did something happen to change your mind?” she asked carefully.

“No!” he blurted out, a faintly panicked expression on his face that quickly turned evasive, “I mean, no, I.. haven’t changed my mind. I just think we can take a little time before getting that last one. Give Six a break since dealing with me all the time can’t be good for his health, y’know?”

“He’s a ghost, Gregory,” Cassie told him with a flat expression, “He doesn’t have health.” She softened and nudged him with her shoulder again, “C’mon, for real now. Did Oz talk you out of it?”

“Oswald had nothin’ to do with me decidin’ to wait a little bit before getting that relic,” Gregory replied with a harsh sigh, but he leaned into her nudge and she smiled a little as she touched her temple to his in comfort. “There’s just something I gotta sort out first, before I look for that last relic and Freddy’s drive. That’s all.”

“Alright, but remember that me and Oz got your back if you need us,” Cassie told him.

She looked up as Oswald walked up to them, his jacket tied around his waist and a paper towel in his hands as he dried them off from washing up. He looked between them in concern, tilting his head questioningly and looking to Cassie for answers.

“Putting a pause on looking for the last relic,” she said and pointed to the empty space on Gregory’s other side, “Operation: Comfort Sandwich is a go!”

Oswald nodded and hopped onto the bench with them, scooting over to press his own shoulder to Gregory’s in silent solidarity. With him tucked between them it wasn’t long before the smaller boy let tension bleed out. “So, that’s all three of your arcade machines fixed up,” Oswald began casually, bringing up the repairs to give Gregory a new topic to latch onto. “There’s still a lot of parts leftover that can be used in case of breakdowns, so I stashed them in the back room you have here before washing my hands. I’ll ask my dad to help me write out a bill so you can give it to your mom, okay?”

“Yeah, that’ll be good. Thanks, Oz,” Gregory murmured with a grateful smile. “And I promise, next time, I’ll remember to bring Mike’s stuff for you to look at.”

“Ah, no rush,” Oswald remarked with a shrug, “Doesn’t look like Fazbear Entertainment is in any hurry to pull some weird trick on us or this town, so we probably have time to focus on other stuff. Like actually making those new animatronics for the old Fazband to get installed into.”

“Oh, yeah, we can do that,” Gregory said in a more lively tone, warming up to the idea, “You guys’ll actually help me rebuild them?”

“My dad was a Fazbear technician, so I know how to use some of the tools, if we can get our hands on Fazbear Entertainment tech,” Cassie told them proudly, puffing up her chest, her hands on her hips.

“I can fix broken stuff and find compatible parts pretty easy thanks to my dad teaching me stuff,” Oswald added with a grin, “And we can always do some dumpster diving behind this Pizzaplex place for any parts to start building with.”

“Yeah,” Gregory agreed, sitting back on the bench in a more relaxed pose, “I still gotta get back in there anyway to try and get the rest of the Glamrocks’ programming chips.” Oswald made a face at that and Gregory chuckled. “Shouldn’t be too bad in there. It’ll be a big mess, but Circus Baby hijacked control of the network so everything should be offline except for the Glamrocks.”

“Then let’s plan for a trip to the Pizzaplex!” Cassie exclaimed, pumping a fist into the air as the boys cheered with her, one excitedly, the other with a lot less exuberance. And if she was right, maybe working on the old Fazband for a little while will refresh Gregory’s determination to get that Freddy drive. At least, she hoped so.

#fnaf fanfiction #fnaf au #parlourverse au #fnaf gregory #fnaf cassie #fnaf oswald #bits and pieces #fanfiction

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pasteldaifuku · 1 year ago

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Gregory, do you see the small vent on the floor? Have you ever heard of Among Us, Gregory? You need to vent. I know it will be hard for you to be sus, but i know you can do it Gregory.

#five nights at freddy's security breach #fnaf sb #fnaf #fnaf gregory #drawing #my art

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fox-poke-fanatic · 1 year ago

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Pokemon number 591

Gregory, do you see that small vent on the floor? Have you ever heard of Among Us Gregory! You need to vent! I know it will be hard for you to be Sus but I know you can do it Gregory!

#pokeblogging #pkmn irl #irl pkmn #pokemon irl #caleb responds

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star-going-supernova · 1 year ago

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(if I've broken the prompt rules I apologise I couldn't find them) I would absolutely adore if you continued the Coroline prompt. You do such amazing loving body horror (certain BatIM fics of yours comes to mind). Also faced with the harsh outside and having experienced the warmth and love of the animatronics Gregory has much less to fight to return to than Coroline did. Also one other mother vs 6/7 big ass animatronics, odds ain't in his favour.

Tumblr generated prompt (yes I’m still working on those!) number 5 was a free space, so I decided to use it for this! There was some interest in seeing a continuation of Blind Eyes and I am not above flattery, lol (also, here's my prompt rules page for anyone looking for it!). I debated long and hard on whether or not to have Gregory actually agree, and I think I’m happy with my decision. :) Warning for the stabbing of a child, and also, you saw the prompts. You know where this is going ;)

New Eyes

It was like the universe was conspiring against him. A mere two days—two days!—after he escaped out into the cold night, shivering more from fear than the chill, and swore to himself never to return to the pizzaplex, Gregory was back in the pizzaplex.

And it was not by choice.

He’d literally been kidnapped from his cardboard box shelter and dragged into the one building that he feared going into most. Yes, more than the CPS offices or, like, a police station. He’d fought the masked woman, half convinced she was somehow working for the animatronics, but she’d injected something into his arm that made it really hard to keep his eyes open and even harder to move.

And that was how he found himself on the floor of a storage room. The door locked behind his abductor, leaving him alone as he slowly regained control of his body.

Joke was on her, though. He was already eyeing the vent as he got his wobbly legs under himself.

Gregory just wanted to get out of the pizzaplex before he could be found by someone more dangerous than his literal kidnapper. That was all he was asking for. Such a small, simple thing. He already knew the place’s layout and most of its secrets, even. What could go wrong?

Four hours and many, many harrowing close calls later, Gregory stared in numb shock down at the knife sticking out of his chest and realized—everything.

There was a rush of movement and noise around him that he didn’t pay any attention to. He couldn’t look away from the growing stain of blood soaking into his shirt. It was stupid, but all he could think was, She ruined my favorite shirt. Scratch that, my only shirt. Now I have to steal a new one, ugh.

It was as the sharp, burning pain began to fade and his blinks started to last longer that it occurred to Gregory that—oh. He wouldn’t need to worry about acquiring a new shirt.

He was going to die.

Struck through with panic, Gregory jolted back into himself after having felt very far away and scrambled just to grab on to something—something solid and grounding. His hand latched on to a piece of metal that his mind had a hard time accepting as Freddy’s arm.

More awareness returned.

Freddy was cradling him to his chest and walking the fastest he could without breaking into a run—the fastest he could without jostling Gregory. Ears ringing, it took Gregory another moment to comprehend the deep, soothing sound of his voice: “Hang on, superstar, just hang on. You will be all right, I promise.”

Gregory involuntarily whimpered. He reached for the knife, thoughtless, and another hand appeared to catch his and gently guide it away. Chica’s hand, from over his head.

“That creep probably snatched him and had him all this time,” Roxy snarled from somewhere behind Freddy.

“Shouldn’t’ve given her such a quick end,” Monty agreed with a growl.

Even if Gregory had had the wherewithal to really understand what was happening, he wouldn’t have corrected them. Let them think his disappearance from their lives hadn’t been his choice. They couldn’t get mad at him for it, then.

He realized belatedly that he was crying, silent tears sliding unendingly down his cheeks. Freddy glanced down at him, just once, and his jaw creaked as he clenched it tight.

“Hurts,” Gregory whined. He tried to grab the knife again, born of a very childlike insistence that getting rid of the thing that hurt got rid of the hurt. Chica once more intercepted him. The fleeting thought that she had probably been doing this longer than he’d been aware passed there and gone through his mind.

Everything was kind of blurry and too loud and moving too fast, so when Chica reassured him, “It’ll stop soon, and you’ll be right as rain,” Gregory could only think she meant that he’d stop hurting when he died. His lungs hitched.

A while later, during which he’d closed his eyes and drifted without really noticing or meaning to, he was tugged back to reality when Freddy shifted him and started to set him down. And instead of the soft give of a cushion beneath him, it felt like Gregory was being carefully lowered into an oddly shaped hole. Something that was just his size and shape…

When it clicked, he sucked in a frightened breath and tried to lean up into Freddy and away from the metal animatronic suit. “N-no, please,” he stuttered.

“I know you are scared, superstar,” Freddy said, almost painfully gentle and understanding. “But it will be over quickly, I promise. I cannot lose you.”

Gregory shook his head, tears coursing faster down his cheeks. “Please don’t,” he whispered, and he hiccuped, which turned into a wheezy cough. “I can’t—”

“Hush, we have you,” Freddy soothed. Someone else was carefully arranging Gregory’s limp limbs while Freddy held up his head and torso. Cold metal slid along his legs and wrapped around his wrists. It didn’t hurt, not yet.

He shuddered, remembering the vicious spikes lining the spine. The knife jostled, and Gregory’s vision and hearing went fuzzy for a moment. He came back slowly, to a chorus of frantic whispers above him.

“Freddy,” Gregory said, barely loud enough to hear himself, and he didn’t know what he wanted, what he was begging for.

“Quickly now,” said Bonnie’s voice. More hands skimmed over him, adjusting his body. “He doesn’t have much longer.”

A hand that he knew was Freddy’s brushed through his bangs. Gregory couldn’t open his eyes. “It is time, superstar, for you to come home.”

If anyone else said anything to him after that, Gregory didn’t hear them. He knew only a shocking amount of pain as the knife was pulled free, and he was shoved down into the body of the suit.

Sharp, bright points of agony lit up along his back, and he knew only distantly that his mouth fell open in a silent scream, all the air already having been punched from his lungs with the removal of the blade. He lost all sensation below his neck as the worst of the spikes pierced through him, and Gregory was just awake enough to start to choke on blood before the light beyond his eyelids went dark.

Cold metal closed over his face, pressing along his wet cheeks and cradling his jaw and forehead. It was almost like a stiff, full body hug, a weight that was nearly comforting. He was surrounded and immobile and dying and cold, but he deliriously thought he could feel the love poured into every screw and spring and sleek curve of metal. It was made for him.

There was a snap, or a vibration, or a tightening pressure against his skin—or maybe all three—and then with an all-encompassing sparky sort of jolt that was more warm than painful, Gregory blacked out.

And later, much later, when he woke, he saw the world through new eyes.

#i answered a thing #nos4ay2 #gojiboy2019 #fnaf fic #fnaf security breach #star's stories #life and times of star

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uvpartybomb · 7 months ago

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Gregory, do you see the small vent on the floor? Have you ever heard of AMONG US, Gregory? You need to VENT. I know it will be hard for you to be SUS but i know you can do it Gregory

Anon, this is the best ask we've gotten this week.

Also this perfectly captures our Gregory /sys

#Look its a funny meme for sb #You cannot not laugh at it #Be sus gregory!!

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cicos-macos · 2 years ago

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A little fanfiction on what could happen in the future DLC's of Security Breach.

Warning: SUPER long post. I will be talking about the story and every character in the game. Also, obviously.......... spoiler warning.

Let's start off with the obvious: Cassie is stuck at the bottom of the Pizzaplex.

The DLC option doesn't immediately jump to the game itself, but rather the DLC menu - and there is quite a lot of space beneath "Save Gregory".

"Escape with Cassie" is the next possibility, where she and Roxy try to climb up through the ruined Pizzaplex with the Mimic on their tail. The V.A.N.N.I mask isn't helpful anymore, because M.X.E.S is deactivated. They join forces with the other animatronics due to the Mimic now solely focused on hunting them down, giving them free will of their own and their original personality back. As they climb up and get near the Roxy Raceway, they meet up with Gregory, Vanessa and Freddy (now fixed up by Vanessa) who explain the situation. They all manage to leave the Pizzaplex, but not before the final showdown with the Mimic.

As for the animatronics:

ROXY: Obviously the new protector. Nothing much to say. Her personality gets fleshed out and she reveals how she felt like she didn't have control over herself before the Pizzaplex turned to ruin. Roxy could be kind of like a death prevention - she swoops in and pushes the Mimic away from Cassie, preventing the kill.

CHICA: If you gave her the voicebox: Chica approaches Cassie in a friendly manner, thanking her for returning it to her. From that point on, it becomes possible for Chica to help Cassie out alongside Roxy - Chica could temporarily stun the Mimic and the endoskeletons for a few seconds, allowing Cassie to escape. Otherwise, I don't see her helping out.

MONTY: In OG Security Breach, I can only assume that the second hit in the death cutscene was the cause for his animalistic behavior. Maybe it damaged his wiring to a barely salvageable level? In any case, he's not dead, but barely holding on. Being electrocuted isn't a small thing, so he turns into those kinds of NPCs. The ones that Just Exist. If you have both Roxy and Chica at your side, you can choose who picks him up to carry him out of the Pizzaplex, but he insists on helping out. He can crawl his way through small spaces, vents and passages and open up a path with his claws for the group without any endos attacking him. Otherwise, Cassie will have to risk herself to do that and it would be very difficult.

BONNIE: After disabling all of the wet floor bots, his consciousness is transfered from their remnants into his body, getting him back on his feet. He doesn't join right away, but instead, near the second half of the DLC. His ability could be super-hearing and nimbleness, pitching in when the Mimic is getting close, while jumping over the rubble and evading its attacks. The areas are barely visible without the V.A.N.N.I mask.

ECLIPSE: After Sun and Moon join forces and bodies and minds and whatnot, they join in as not only moral support, but a link for all the animatronics. Let's say Roxy is very torn on seeing Freddy after all this, but Eclipse helps her understand. Let's say Chica and Roxy need to do a task together - Eclipse helps them coordinate it. They wouldn't really be gameplay related but get a LOT of dialogue, fleshed out personality etc.

FREDDY / GREGORY / VANESSA: They're still at the Pizzaplex. The Mimic cut Gregory off while he was talking to Cassie before the elevator dropped down. Vanessa can reactivate M.X.E.S for a short period of time, giving her the ability to control endoskeletons and potentially damage the Mimic. Gregory can stealth his way around and open doors / press buttons / disable things. Freddy was fixed by Vanessa, and has his old features back - hiding in the stomach hatch and stuff, but it's only available to Gregory.

You could have various different endings depending on what animatronics you bring along. You could also get revenge on Gregory, even if, during the story, it is revealed that the Mimic cut him off. In any case, those that do escape the Pizzaplex are fixed up at Vanessa's place, with the M.X.E.S antivirus installed in their servers. Happy ending is all that I care about. They all live happily ever after. The End.

With this being said, honestly, a Security Breach RPG would be fucking fantastic lmao.

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #security breach #five nights at freddy's #fnaf ruin #security breach ruin #fnaf sb ruin #fnaf dlc #ruin dlc #fnaf ruin dlc

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