#i was lucky enough to get to see some of the animatronics as they were being worked on so it was v cool to see the results of all that work

[hotshotriot]

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

So, reader is a huge softy that has many talents in various carework, for bots and kids. They are hired as the new Daycare Assistant/Handler and/or jack-of-all-trades for the Pizzaplex and the first interaction they have with any of the bots is respectful and kind. Reader has no judgement on them for not being human and considers them just as much a person as anyone else.

This includes every Staff bot they meet. They call them by their serial code (Hey there, M-1056!) or a nickname if they know them well enough. They help any Staff bot they see when the bot can't do it by themselves, with prior consent ofc. Getting magnets unstuck to them, helping clean up with them, even helping Map-bot with handing out maps. So, when some parent that isn't listed on the pickup list starts yelling at the reader and getting aggressive towards the increasingly uncomfortable Reader, the Staff bots are...displeased. Their AI isn't as developed as the glamrocks or the daycare attendant, but that is their friend. Their honorary handler. So, imagine the shock when some of the staff bots did their best to push the aggressive parent back from Reader and get Reader to safety. Security flashlight beams into their eyes, mop tripping them over, the works. After everything, the Reader is just so happy because "I didn't expect to gain such good friends!"

You can add whatever other bots that react to it happening in front of them/told to them later, but I'd like Sun's and Moon's reaction if you could. Thank you.

It was late in the evening when the Attendant needed some extra help cleaning up Superstar Daycare. But lucky for him, you were working tonight and provided him with some STAFF bots to assist.

You didn’t exactly program them to do that, but rather asked them politely. Of course it was their duty as janitors, guards, and many other things, though you still treated them as if you would the Glamrocks or any other advanced animatronic.

Your respect towards robots goes beyond the superstars of the Plex--that especially included the STAFF bots.

Because of this, you became the sort of “jack of all trades” handler. From helping a Glamrock get ready for a birthday party to assisting a Map Bot who’s passing out maps by elevator....you could do it all.

Sure, the STAFF bots didn’t have very eccentric personalities or voices, nor were they configured to have complex thoughts or emotional processes. But they all seemed to enjoy your presence--getting tasks done for you faster, saying “thank you” for helping them out of sticky situations, and more.

Some coworkers didn’t know why you cared so much about those “blank slate” bots, considering they replaced a majority of their friends and colleagues. Though nobody ever got on your case about it.

Even management noticed how you’ve kept them in tip-top shape, helping the company cut back on repair and/or replacement costs.

It turns out they needed you more than you needed them.

So you were quite content with your role.

In the daycare tonight, you had a few Mop Bots and a pair of Security Bots to sweep the place while you stayed at the security station, looking over the pickup list on the computer and finding only one child remained on it. She was with Sun, who would keep her entertained with a puppet show while waiting for her parent to arrive.

Soon enough, someone did and approached your desk. 

“Hi, I’m here to pick up my daughter.”

Looking up, you smiled at them. “Good evening. May I just have your name, please?”

They told you exactly that, but much to your confusion..the name they gave didn’t match what was on the list. You checked the date and sure enough, it was today’s, so you were looking at the correct one.

“Ah, unfortunately I have a completely different name listed here.” You told them, seeing their slight frown. 

“Really? I could’ve sworn I gave it to that stupid grinning robot...” Their eyes flickered to Sun. “Unless it glitched and changed it entirely.”

You noticed he was silent now, staring over at you both. While you didn’t take too kindly to this person calling him “stupid”, you stayed calm. “I can assure you that’s not possible. Our Daycare Attendant has the highest level of security and protects the data of all visitors-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah I don’t need you to explain it to me. Can I just get my kid over there?” They huffed, suddenly having a thin amount of patience. “It’s a school night and I got here late, so I’m kinda in a rush.”

“Sure thing, could you just confirm her name for me?”

And they did just that, too, but you were still adamant about releasing them to this person. Glitches that completely changed somebody’s name in the daycare’s database simply didn’t happen. 

So you decided to ask them one more question to be sure. “And for safety reasons, may I also ask what school she goes to?”

They immediately looked at you with disgust, caught off-guard. “Why? Do you need to know every little thing about her? Does this place need her blood type, too?” They sneered.

“...no, but every parent is given a form to fill out, and they’re required to include their child’s school.” You pointed out. “I would assume you did that when you dropped her off today.” 

“.....ohh, uh..I-I’m actually just a family friend.” They abruptly changed their entire story, looking a little nervous as they did so. “Her parents asked me to pick her up so I didn’t sign any form.”

You just stared at them like they were the dumbest person on the planet. Did they seriously think you’ll believe that?

As uncomfortable as you were, you tried to stay calm. “I’m sorry but your name isn’t listed anywhere on the child’s emergency contact list, so I can’t release her to-”

“God what is this, Fort Knox?!!” They suddenly snapped. “I didn’t drive all the way to this shitty place just for you to hold her hostage!! Just call her goddamn parents and they’ll be able to tell you!”

You flinched slightly. Even Sun and a few STAFF bots began looking back your way, though you did your best to get this guest out of here asap. You’ve rarely dealt with irate parents, so your nerves were getting worked up. “Hey, there’s no need to use that language in the daycar-”

“Sorry. It’s just....look, I get it,” they huffed. “This company has a history of kidnappings and shit, but you’re making this more difficult than it needs to be.”

“..and it’s for that exact reason that I can’t let you leave with her. You telling me you’re her parent, and then a family friend is just a little suspicious. You can’t be both-”

“Jesus..am I gonna have to snatch her from that robot myself?! I see why they replaced you all with those stupid machines..they wouldn’t give me all this crap!”

At this point, your hands were growing shaky as you reached for the security button. This person was clearly attempting a kidnapping, only getting angry because they got caught in a lie.

Meanwhile, Sun was extremely concerned over the aggressive guest, especially since the little girl didn’t seem to know that person at all. At that point, he was ready to let Moon take over so he could deal with this “parent” himself.

Though before any of that could happen, he noticed all the STAFF bots in the play area suddenly cease their duties, making their way over to you.

Now that they were more in-tune with human emotions, they could sense your discomfort and the guest’s growing hostilities. And seeing you being harassed was..displeasing to witness.

You were their friend. Their handler. You treated them all with the utmost respect.

You didn’t deserve anything less than that.

So they came to the rescue, as a Security Bot tapped the guest on the shoulder and spoke in a rather annoyed monotone voice. “Hello, friend. Profanity and aggression towards staff are against our rules-”

“Don’t touch me you-!!”

But as the stranger turned around to scream at the bot next, they were met with a bright light shining directly in their eyes. They yelled in slight pain, going completely blind for a moment as they backed away from your desk.

Then a Mop Bot positioned themselves behind them and “accidentally” stuck out their broom too far, making them trip and fall onto the mat, sending some party canister crashing down.

“OW! Son of a--what’s wrong with your damn robots?!” They shouted in panic, getting up and rubbing their eyes right as two more Security Bots took them by the arms. “HEY! Let go!! This is j-just a misunderstanding, alright?! I-I didn’t mean to shout at your employee!”

They looked to you, hoping you could give them another chance. But you simply smiled and waved as they were forcefully escorted out of the daycare.

Only when the large doors slammed shut did you breathe a sigh of relief.

‘Thank god that’s over..’

“Are you alright, [y/n]?”

Looking to the Security Bot now standing by you, you smiled and nodded. You couldn’t believe they came to your defense so quickly--without even being ordered to. “I am now. Thank you, S-0032.”

“Head of security has been notified. This guest will be permanently banned. Effective immediately.”

“Amazing..I’ve never seen them be so..protective before.”

You saw Moon jump onto the desk, gazing down at you curiously. But his smile seemed a lot bigger now. “I got a mess to clean up..but I’ll let you slide. Just this once.” He wagged a finger at the bot, before leaping away to attend to other matters.

In the meantime, you just laughed, seeing a Mop Bot approach you as well.  “I didn’t expect to gain such good friends. That was a great one, M0-1056.”

“Always happy to help, [y/n].” They nodded respectfully.

Even though neither of them could smile, you had a feeling they would be if it were possible.

[cartoon-buffoon]

HOLD THE HENRY HOTLINES BECAUSE I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING—hopefully no one thought of this before.

Now before I was under the pretense that perhaps the 2 brothers who found the Finding Frankie IP before they sold it off were perhaps Real and Monster Frankie. But may I suggest something else?

Okay so in finding Frankie there is implications there IS something so much bigger going on. Henry references higher-ups and potentially them being the ones to do him in (which is possible they DID do him in and were the ones to make his head pop). But the fact that there is people going beyond Real Frankie obviously means there is some unseen force pulling strings here and it's not just Real Frankie. I don't think it makes sense for Real and Monster Frankie to be the brothers considering ya know, they sold the IP and now there's higher-ups meaning they aren't in control and have like no control over the gameshow. So why would they be the mascots? Simple, PERHAPS THEY'RE NOT! (Also the 2 brothers being the 2 Frankie theory ignores the secret room where we find all the mascots on charge so like.... Pretty sure all the mascots are just robots with Monster Frankie specifically being just some sadistic killer animatronic)

ANYWAYS! One thing I don't see people notice or overlook is in the cinematic our character WANTED to be a contestant because they not only went through several boxes to get the VHS but also have a sticker on their VHS player like they're some big fan...

(also real quick HC: I think our character is diabetic because out of 769 boxes he did apparently eat an unknown amount yet it's at least enough to need MULTIPLE BOWLS. Like you can reuse bowls, he has probably eaten nothing but this lucky charms type cereal with marshmallows for who knows how long, I think he's diabetic and has dental issues y'all.)

Anyways: it's clear by the dedication to buy all these boxes, each costing 3.99 plus tax, and the little sticker detail that our player character is a fan. A big fan at that. I bring this up because in another secret room you can find a lease for an apartment with some peculiar text on it

What if our character is one of the original brothers and the one who sold the IP, after all we do live IN AN APARTMENT we see we are located on one of the upper floors in an apartment building during the end game cutscene after all. This could be a BATIM situation where our player character who seems to have some deep WANT to be a contestant is actually one of the people who made Finding Frankie and this is his big return to what the show became after he sold the IP. Maybe the red text and lease is after he sold the IP, he got enough money to buy an apartment for himself and the red text saying "everything changes" is him distancing himself from the IP.

Now that's all I can make with just the evidence given however I also have a small theory. Maybe a falling out happened between our character who is possibly one of the original IP owners and his brother, thus we live alone and the red text was our character leaving our brother and is excited that everything is set up and done and we can leave behind the IP only to inevitably come back for some unknown reason. What is that reason? Idk perhaps something with our brother, we don't know for sure though and that's all I got.

Anyways this is just a theory, A GA—.... Oh fuck that's taken already.... Uhh– A game TOON THEORY!

[proxylynn]

Blorbo: Sun and Moon (FNAF SB)

{The first bot of FNAF to make me feel something.}

[Unlike Monty, who I think got massively shafted with all the cut content, the Daycare Attendant still had enough of him intact to show off his personality(s) in the games.

Sun is often seen as, well, a big ray of sunshine and happy-go-lucky with his need to take care of others. But with Ruin and HW2, we learned how he really is and it made some oddities from SB when we first met him now make more sense. On the surface, Sun is a friendly and playfully cartoonish fellow who loves playing with kids and taking care of them. But under that, Sun is something a lot more human. He's not just anxious, he's frustrated. He's restricted, he's bossy, and childish. He's flawed. The common belief for Sun was that he was a childish dreamer in an adult body, a scattered and hyperactive fellow with plenty of colorful hobbies who is happy to be a playmate for any child. But no. Maybe that was a Sun from a long time ago, like how Moon used to be friendly, maybe Sun used to like his job. Sun is not the bouncy buddy boy that we thought he was. Sun is fed up with the job, occasionally happy or feigning happiness before the blasé slides through. Sun is Squidward. From how he criticizes art, to how he can be snarky and bitter, to just being done with everything. He's suffering from burnout. Sun is…relatable. And it's fucking amazing!

When it comes to Moon, it's harder to put down a clear distinction. The Moon we see in SB is made out to be a malevolent and aggressive enemy, attempting to punish those for staying up "past his bedtime". He still has a great distaste for messes and feels responsible for cleaning them like his daytime counterpart does, but to a more demented degree. And in Ruin, he's desperate to remain in control and in pain. Kinda painting in the light of a wounded animal of sorts. But…and here me out on this…Whatever personality Moon once had, if at all, is no more. Moon is just Sun's alter but has been corrupted by the Vanny virus to the point he's just…well…What we see. For so long we have considered Sun and Moon as separate animatronics entirely. Sure Sun refers to Moon as him or he, but he also refers to him as the other me and that is very important because HW2 to is the game where we see Sun for who he really is and in the process, we also see the real Moon. In the SB trailer, the animatronics are shown with red eyes as they being possessed. Monty is shown with red eyes in his boss battle (the red dots, not just irises), the staff Bots that Vanny controls also have these red glowing eyes, as does Vanny herself who is also possessed… and so does Moon. Moon is not evil Sun. He is his possessed corruption. Moon is to Sun as Vanny is to Vanessa. This is even more clear by the fact that Vanny and Moon act very alike and even Vanessa and Sun act alike. Like Vanessa and Vanny are the same person, so are Sun and Moon. They are not two separate personalities, to an extent. It's just Daycare Attendant and Daycare Attendant under the effects of something else. In HW2 Moon has absolutely zero awareness or concern for his situation. Once the switch flips he's on the hunt, saying the same lines and moving the same way. With the only deviation being in the small glimpses we get in Ruin when Cassie enters the daycare and confronts the same shattered Sun and Moon, except moon is in control this time and she can only communicate with Sun when the mask is on. Seeing him during the mask thing seems to show us that Sun is always aware, watching, and that's actually pretty sad.

Eclipse, to me, is what they were supposed to be. Not just a reboot safety mode, but the true state of mind when both halves are unified. He's rather gentle, whimsical, and calm, acting as a combination or even a balance between Moon's collectiveness and Sun's cheerful demeanor. By all accounts, Eclipse seems like a safe character and a kindly fellow, not showing any of the same red flags that we might have seen with Sun's meeting with Gregory. Well…except one. Eclipse seems a little detached from reality, thinking the daycare will be opening the next day and that he'll be taking care of kids again, which is not going to happen unfortunately. But this demeanor, it makes you wonder if there was a time long ago when Sun and Moon were more like this. Back when nap times were safe and kids wanted to be in the daycare, perhaps there was a time when Sun and Moon were distinctly one and the same. And then some corruption crept in and slowly they became further and further divided. Now all that being said Eclipse is a complicated case, while assumed to be Sun and Moon in an earlier form as a reboot would imply, he instead is their safe mode. In safe mode, one of the trademarks is being a sort of state that makes them oblivious to their situation and a slow halting way of speaking. Like how Freddy thinks everything's hunky-dory and Roxxy's asking if Cassie booked her party, Eclipse looks around at the daycare and says "Oh, this place will be flooded with kids" like he genuinely believes it. This is devastating and it gets worse outside of the daycare as Cassie gets a final call from Sun thanking her…Which raises some questions.

Sun is still capable of speaking once Eclipse is online, which may mean that Eclipse is also maybe a third personality created through the safe mode, which would explain why his voice is so different even though being the same. This would mean that like with Moon, Sun is sitting inside watching what Eclipse is doing he's just contented because Eclipse is not some wicked gremlin yelling no Sun and instead is a sweetheart blissfully unaware that this is the end of the line. He is the comfortable and welcoming fugue and that's where we leave Sun and Moon, as Eclipse now reverted to an earlier state and they are now stuck in unawareness of their situation but they are still trapped in that situation, still broken, still stuck at the pizza Plex with nobody coming for them.

Sun and Moon are more complex characters than pretty much anybody else. Between the major cuts, drastic changes, and a lack of commitment, this is the first time that we've had a character have so many layers and the fact that the Jekyll&Hyde thing isn't the most interesting thing about him anymore is great. The Daycare Attendant was expanded on, cues we already saw in SB, every quirk and flaw shown of him has been built enough to see the full picture which immediately shot him up the ladder of character building since so many fnaf's characters are voiceless, nameless, devoid of a personality...and then suddenly the daycare clown has more depth than anybody else, books included. Hell, his VA even confirmed he's autistic. There's so much to this bot and I fucking love him!]

[fandomfuntimem]

Second chances: a fnaf au

Part 2

CHAPTER 1: Wake Up

Fire. Blazing fire.

Despite the dire circumstances Michael actually felt quite calm. It was over, he and Henry had succeeded. They rounded up all the animatronics, and burned it all down. Now it is time to rest, and he was all too happy to do so...

EEEEH EEEEEH EEEEEEEEH

Michael shot up. Fire. There was no fire. Where was the fire? He wasn't in his office anymore. He was in a bedroom. His bedroom. Not his adult bedroom, his childhood bedroom. Before he could fully process anything he heard knocking on the door, "MIIIIKEEEEY!!!! TURN THAT ALARM OFF! IT'S ANNOYING!" Elizabeth? No that can't be. Michael swung his legs off the side his bed and slammed him hand down on the clock. Was it all just a dream? He wondered, no. This is a second chance.

***

Michael jogged down the stairs. If this really is a second chance he won't waste it. No more fox mask, no more scaring Evan, no more pranks. Besides, William was barely around anyways, his siblings need someone to step up and be the parent.

The house was just as he remembered it. Neet with only a few toys here and there. Family photos decorated the walls, not a single smile found in any one of them. If you're visiting for the first time you would think its a cozy average home, but it really wasn't. Michael will never forget just how cold it felt, with each life lost the house only got colder. Well that's just going to have to change, Michael thought.

Walking into the kitchen Michael saw Elizabeth trying to reach for a box of cereal. She was right there, alive, not some phsycho clown animatronic. She's alive, He's alive, Evan's alive. Everyone is back, and he could save them all. For now though, he had to act natural. So he did. He totally did. "Haaaay Lizzie. What uh... what are you trying to do?" He said, god, this was harder than he thought. It's not every day you burn in a fire and wake up in your childhood home.

Elizabeth turned and gave him an odd look, "whats up with you? Got a stick up your butt?" She proceeded to give him a snarky grin.

"Haha very funny. What are you doing?"

"Trying to get to the cereal," she pointed up at the cereal box. Cinnimon charm puffs? Michael thought, didn't those get banned in the 90s?

Michael glared up at them, they deffinately did. "Why those? Don't we have something better," he muttered walking to the fridge. Yup there was a carton of eggs and a pack of bacon. If he's gonna do things right he is gonna do them right. No more cinnomon lucky cherrios or whatever they were called. He could have sworn they got banned for having vile levels of caffiene in them. Who even puts caffiene in cereal?

Elizabeth glared, "Daddy said we aren't allowed to use the stove."

"Yeah well, father isn't here to stop me," Michael snarked, "where's Evan? He's gonna miss breakfast."

"He's in his room. This isn't some elaborate plan to scare him again is it? You arent hiding that dumb Foxy mask anywhere are you?"

Oh right. That. First thing Michael did before coming down was throw it under his bed. He didn't want to see that nasty thing anywhere near him ever again, "no. I'm uh... I'm done with that. No more pranks. No more foxy mask."

Elizabeth looked skeptical, but she went off to Evan's room anyways. Evan. Michael's gonna have to be prepaired to see him again. Will Evan cry? He doesn't want to see that again. He'll probably cry too! He has to hold it together. It's hard enough to explane his sudden change in personality, but to explain why he broke down in ugly sobs the moment the kid he bullies enters the room? Yeah, there is no good explanation for that.

"Oh. He didn't hide'" Elizabeth said behind him. Michael turned, she was holding a small bat, and behind her was Evan. Poor Evan. He looked terrified.

Michael tried to look as friendly as possible, but that only seemed to make him more uncomfortable, "I uh... I made breakfast. You can go sit at the table." The two kids seamed skeptical but sat anyway. Michael placed down three plates with some fresh bacon and scrambled eggs, "you guys uh... you-you want toast??" He asked with a grin. Elizabeth gives him a suspicious glare, meanwhile Evan held his fredbear plush close and refused to make eye contact. Silence. Ooooh the uncomfortible silence. "Oookkk," Michael muttered, "no toast I guess."

Michael drums his fingers on the table. "You know what? I could go for some toast, yeah, toast, toast sound good," he said, shuffling back to the kitchen. While rummaging through the kitchen he hears Elizabeth and Evan whispering, he couldn't make anything out, but they sounded concirned. As he placed the toaster on the counter he felt a tug on his shirt, "whats wrong with you? You're being weird." Michael looked down, it was Elizabeth. She was giving him a frustrated and pouty look. "Nothings wrong," Michael said, "am I not allowed to be a good brother for once?"

"No, but it's still weird. You're usually mean and scary. THIS IS WEIRD! What did you do to our actual brother??"

"I am your actual brother Lizzy. I just decided to be better."

"Oh yeah? And what brought on this 'realization'"

"Fire. Blazing fire."

"What??"

"It was a uh... a dream. A lot of fire. I was in hell. Definitely hell."

Elizabeth glares at him again before sitting back at the table and begrudgingly took a bit of her eggs. Upon seeing this Evan cautiously took a bite and seemed pleasently surprised when nothing was tampered with. Michael started buttering his toast, glad that he atleast made a proper and enjoyable breakfast. It's been decades since he was able to eat so he wasn't too sure if he could make something that would actually taste good. Come to think of it. It's been decades since he needed to cook at all. How did he manage this? He was litteraly a zombie living alone. How in the world did he manage to retain the skill to cook?

Just as a was beginning to get a little too deep in thought he heard a small voice call from the dinning table, "Mikey. Can you make me some toast too?" It was Evan. Holding his plush close, he timidly did his best to look at Michael. Progress, Michael couldn't help it but have the biggest goofiest grin plastered on his face. Evan spoke to him and he didn't cry or stutter. He even called him Mikey!

"Sure! You want butter too?"

Evan nodded. Its not much, but its progress. Evan is still scared but he asked Michael for something! That's deffinately progress right? No matter. He's being a good brother. Sitting at the table he handed Evan his toast and began to eat. Food! Aaaaaah finally food! He was a corpse for so long he almost forgot what eggs and bacon tastes like. Everything is going right. He's alive, Evan's alive, Elizabeth is alive, he got exactly what he wished for, a second chance.

[1-800-luvmail]

the nerve.

「 tws + notes: unedited, canon... violence? i mean nothing really happens, reader is just a weird lil fella (affectionate), not a meet cute,,, more like a meet stupid 」

「 gn!reader, no relationships established 」

↳ ft. montgomery gator

author's note: i had a whole idea for this. don't ask me what though becuz i have no clue anymore (｡•́-ก̀｡) ... like, the general idea (iirc correctly) was that eventually they'd be buddies and the reader would pretend to wanna help w/ the bonnie mystery or sumn while trying to fulfill their own motives— but whatever. but i clearly did not get to that at all (´｀;) and yes!!! the title is a reference to the song by the brobecks (⑅˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈ )

bright neon lights shine down onto your face as you step into the pizzaplex. there's no denying you feel out of place.

the commercialized rock music blasting from the speakers, the loud, boisterous, laughter of children, the eye-bleeding colours surrounding you— a complete sensory nightmare, all in one massive labyrinth of a building.

this would have terrified you in any other circumstance. and it does. yet, for some reason, you feel the corners of your mouth twitch up slightly at the sight of this place.

the allure of the pizzaplex is undeniable to anyone who approached it— but your fascination was something different entirely.

you were just here to observe the strange ways in which this place operated. you heard rumors... small whisperings that fazbear entertainment had somehow missed when cleaning up their image. they had a fair share of skeletons in their closet. and you, ever curious, wanted to see what hid behind that shining reputation.

the company's origins were largely covered up for the most part. all online research came up inconclusive, and for what you managed to scrape up, it ended up being nothing more than forgotten webpages, blog posts, and left over negative reviews.

you knew one thing for certain though: the mess all started with the animatronics.

so, no, you weren't here for the arcade, the pizza, the live performances— that was all low priority for you. you were here to examine the technology that they used.

making your own entertainment out of something that you'd otherwise not bother to take a second glance at, all while uncovering secrets that you've always wanted to hear? this is something you simply can't resist.

you'd do anything to find out the truth.

families and their children, teenagers looking for something to do– those were the people the pizzaplex intended to draw in. but of course, an establishment built on a shady foundation which never discloses their history that runs a high tech entertainment center is bound to draw in another demographic: people who want to uncover secrets. 

you knew a fair share of urban explorers online— mostly fans— who’d try to break in after hours to get to places guests shouldn’t be, steal stuff they definitely aren’t meant to get their hands on (you recall specifically when snagged some seasonal accessories meant from glamrock chica which was… well. weird and specific but whatever), find merch in the back that went unsold or discontinued, or even just try to see if they still had bonnie's parts somewhere in the back.

that was a whole other thing in itself. you didn't know why that bunny was so popular, but it was undeniable the mystery of his sudden decommission was intriguing. you had decent knowledge on it. begrudgingly so. most people clogged online forums filled with their theories on it.

no matter what they were there for, they were practically always caught. they'd go explore but swiftly get caught, receiving hefty fines for trespassing and lifetime bans. if they were lucky enough to escape, they'd still get in trouble within the next few days. naturally, most people kept their investigations online. it was the smart thing to do.

but none of them were searching for what you wanted. you didn't care about the dead stock in the back, the animatronics seasonal accessories, and hell— not even the bonnie mystery.

so maybe it wasn't all too surprising you came to visit.

the first time you came, the establishment was in full swing. the busiest time for the pizzaplex, on the busiest day. you ended up watching a performance, grabbed some overpriced food to eat (the food made exclusively by staff bots- how fascinating...) and then, just picked up and left.

you weren't gonna stay and chat with the animatronics when they were being swarmed by children and devoted fans. no way. crowds were bad enough. crowds of children? you shudder just thinking of it.

the next few times, you were careful. you noted patterns of active hours and made sure to arrive right about when the daycare closed, in order to avoid the larger crowds. in the last few hours of the pizzaplex being open, you’d finally be able to stick around until closing to walk around and explore.

no, you never met your goal of actually talking to the animatronics, despite your interest in meeting any one of them (your social anxiety somehow was not limited to human interaction) so you just... lurked.

yes, you spent your time haunting the pizzaplex until it was time to go. with the sheer amount of hours that you spent there, you could've easily become another urban legend on the internet— the strange ghost of the pizzaplex that lurks and stalks around near closing hours. they look like a normal person– but look in their direction and they retreat! ...it might've been funny.

even though that wasn't the case, and you were practically nobody, you certainly didn't go unrecognized. ai facial recognition. what a creation! and though typically used for regulars and being able to address guests personally, it could be used for anyone who visited. not like you knew.

as you became more familiar with the place— in your cluelessness, the place became more familiar with you.

unknown to you, the working staff bots turned their heads to catch a small glimpse of you when you passed, the daycare attendant stared at you through the glass– even the glamrocks found themselves occasionally scanning the crowd for your face. you weren't just another person with too much time on your hands, you came here more often than almost any person ever had. and still, you never talked to a single one of them, never stuck around one area for too long, and didn’t have a routine to your visits. your motives remained unclear to them.

saturdays were more hectic than usual, and if you were even the slightest bit more sane, you would've at least thought twice to try and spend a full day here, opening to closing.

lucky for you, you did consider it twice! you thought it over many times– unfortunately, you were still lacking any form of sanity.

instead of just leaving at closing as per usual, you decided you would somehow hide after closing hours to explore the place once all operations had been shut down.

easy enough in your head. you knew a couple spots which were typically off limits to most people that you could camp out in undetected, previously used by more successful urban explorers. then you'd snoop around a bit more, and then sneak back out again. simple.

all you needed to do was avoid staff bots. challenging, yes, but not impossible.

the fated day came and went— and as they announced for closing and people trickled out, you knew that your day began.

finally. you would have some answers.

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oh god. this was a bad idea. very, very bad.

something you hadn't known, was that the glamrocks doubled as security. they roamed the pizzaplex after hours in search of any intruders.

this fact really would've been humorous, if it wasn't absolutely terrifying right now. the things you were stalking were now stalking the halls for you.

so, here you were, in the darkened arcade, crouching in a corner, sandwiched between the walls and an unplugged game machine. you clasped your hand over your mouth to stifle your breathing, hearing large footsteps approaching.

don't make noise. don't move. don't even think of it. you watch as it passes, scanning the area for any sort of trouble. the silhouette of the animatronic is far enough to be blurry, but it would definitely notice you if you made any rash decisions. you count in your head mentally, making sure to wait until the coast is clear.

one. two… three… four. five. uh… six?... nothing— …nothing seems to be happening. oh fuck okay wait it turned around— go time! you thought to yourself. impatience was a vice. you’d come to realize that soon.

you slowly get up, elbows and knees awkwardly knocking against the wall and arcade machine noisily as you stand.

that's when you see a large figure slowly turn back around— no doubt, due to your loud attempt at getting out of your stupid hiding spot. your eyes widen in horror, trying to figure out which one it was, and if it had really seen you.

the large animatronic gator, you soon recognized, in fact did see you! it was rapidly heading your way after all.

squeezing out your hiding spot, you book it, making sure to try and get away as far as you possibly can— but it's no use.

fazbear entertainment made these things fast as fuck.

you find yourself backed into a wall, being stared down by an animatronic gator who looks like he's restraining himself from ripping you to shreds on the spot. you back into the wall, trembling.

his eyes scan you— and there's sudden recognition. unfortunately, it doesn't seem like a good thing, considering how he just seems to become more agitated by your presence.

he snarls, bearing his teeth at you. the razor sharp quality of the metal in his mouth make you wonder why this animatronic is allowed to be in an entertainment place for kids.

"you've got a lot of nerve, runt."

you stare like a deer in headlights. you didn’t run. you didn't move. your panic completely freezes you over, brain too busy thinking of a way to get out of this, to leave this place alive.

a claw lifts you up by the collar of your shirt, forcing you to meet his eyes. 

"shit— no, no, no, please ‘m sorry—" your voice is shaking as you desperately search for the words to explain yourself. or at least get out of the situation you’re in. you thrash in his grasp to no avail.

it's all beginning to feel very humiliating. you wasted all this time for nothing. you weren't any detective. just someone with too much time. now, you'd probably die as a random, faceless, nobody who spent too much time at an entertainment center that catered to children's birthday parties.

at least you thought this cause of death was somewhat funny. despite how pathetic it was.

still, everything in your head was urging you to stay alive. even for a few minutes difference.

and suddenly, fight or flight weren't the only options you had anymore. a third one, scintillating and enticing, had graced your thoughts like an angel descending from the heavens.

lying.

"i just— i know it's weird and i shouldn't have trespassed, but i needed to talk to you after hours—" you ramble, your efforts feeling more futile as he lifts you closer, as if to eat you alive. you steel yourself.

"i just need to ask you about bonnie."

the gator goes unnaturally still at your words.

and then it ends here because nothing else was written. where was this gonna go? guess we'll never know. i don't remember where this was going either (。_。)

[thenightfolknetwork]

Hi. Sorry this is a bit long, but I could really use the help.

I guess I should start with who I am. I’m a member of the Creature Community, as you probably could have already surmised, but I don’t exactly look the part. You see, my genus looks rather similar to humans. That is, upon death. Our “ghosts” are almost indistinguishable from living sapios, at least for the first few years.

Now, I’ve recently died. Contrary to what many expect, it honestly hasn’t affected me too much. Sure, it takes some getting used to, and I have gone to therapy to work through the event itself, but it’s no more rattling than a particularly violent metamorphosis.

I’m lucky enough to still have some friends from before my death. One such friend, let’s call her “Amy”, has been very kind to me. She’s helped me work through this transformation, and even set up a small altar for me in her house.

The other day, Amy invited me over to her parent’s house for dinner. I was quite excited, after all, Amy had been one of the nicest people I’ve ever met, so it would only make sense her parents would be just as kind, right?

Goodness, was I wrong. Ever since my death, I can’t exactly consume food in the usual way. I was under the impression that this was conveyed to Amy’s parents, but I was mistaken. Upon sitting down at the table, I was served the same as everyone else. I assumed there’d been some kind of misunderstanding, and attempted to explain that I couldn’t eat anything that wasn’t on an altar or otherwise spiritually offered to me. Her mother seemed a bit irked, and said something along the lines of “there’s no need to be so picky.”

I tried to explain to them that I wasn’t being picky, but that I physically couldn’t eat it. It was around then I realized that Amy had never told them I wasn’t sapio, least of all that I was dead. Still, I did my best to try to explain it too them without it being seen as offensive. The food they had made did look and smell delicious, but that didn’t make it any more possible for me to eat.

That was when her father chipped in. He said, and I quote, “Well, you don’t look dead.”

I know that technically, to him, he’s right. To most humans who saw me, I did not look dead. But for some reason, what he said really upset me. I mean, what did he want me to look like, Slimer from Ghostbusters? A Haunted Mansion animatronic?!

I left pretty quickly after that, though I’ll admit I said some pretty harsh things before I went. I just don’t know what to do. I’ve already tried to apologize to Amy, but she won’t answer any of my texts or calls. I know that I was wrong for yelling at them, but I can’t help but feel that maybe they’re not all the way in the right either. How can I fix this without letting them hold onto those biases? Or should I just let it go?

I think you're being really rather hard on yourself here, reader. I don't see that this mess is yours to fix at all. First, you were put in a very awkward situation because of your friend's lack of forethought. Then you were apparently left to fend for yourself in that awkwardness, with no support from the friend in question.

You were subjected to casual sapiocentrism in a place where you might have expected to be treated more kindly. You say that, “for some reason”, you were hurt by Amy's father's comments – as if they weren't immediately, obviously insulting comments and dismissive of the variety of forms post-life vitality might take.

Finally, after being subjected to a mounting pile of microaggressions, you removed yourself from the situation. Perhaps this removal was a little less graceful than you might prefer, looking at it in retrospect. But given the givens, I think you did very well to be as polite as you were, for as long as you were.

You have even gone so far as to try to apologise for the unpleasantness of the situation – despite said unpleasantness being almost entirely the fault of other people's rudeness, ignorance, and inconsideration. But those attempts have fallen on ears that as not so much deaf as willingly plugged.

I don't think you need to worry about making amends with Amy's parents. You were their guest and they treated you poorly, with no indication that they have any interest in learning from the experience. Even if they did want to do better, you aren't their guinea pig. You have no responsibility to teach them the error of their ways, and the relationship isn't one you need to maintain.

Your friendship with Amy, however, does need some work. Amy has clearly demonstrated that she loves and cares about you. Her treatment of you following your revitalisation shows this. But sadly, love and care are not always enough to prevent harm.

I recommend offering to meet up in person to talk about the evening in question. You can certainly tell her that you want to make amends, but it's important you also make it clear that this is not a one-sided apology. Tell her you want to talk about some of the ways she could have supported you better as a person of the night in that situation, with a view to strengthening your friendship.

If she agrees to meet, remember to stay calm and be clear about the particular behaviours you want to address. This isn't about making Amy feel punished or blamed. It's about helping her to love you better. You have certain needs as a recently revived individual, and if she is going to invite you to an event, she has to make sure those needs will be met.

She also needs to understand that, while she may not see your post-death vitality as anything to write home about, that doesn't mean other people feel the same. It is unkind of her to put you into a situation where you will be expected to defend your identity or bite your tongue in the face of anti-liminal sentiments.

I sincerely hope Amy proves herself willing and able to listen to you and learn from this. Her previous behaviour suggests its certainly possible. But if she can't, please understand – this is not on you.

Sadly, some people are only interested in being kind so long as they can also be comfortable. You are better off keeping them at arm's length and keeping your more intimate feelings for those who can be trusted with them.

[fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction]

Random Snippets

Just lil things that popped up in my head that don't go anywhere or are connected to anything, so just have them.

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“If you finish that sentence,” Gregory said aloud in the flattest tone Oswald had ever heard, “I’m going to beat you so bad, they’re gonna name a bill after you, and anyone who reads why it was made will say you had it coming and vote against it.”

Dylan closed his mouth. Oswald felt his face burn. Cassie just grinned at him and nudged him with her elbow, waggling her eyebrows. Sometimes he wondered about his choice of friends.

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When Gregory missed a day of school, there was some concern shared between Cassie and Oswald over what might have happened. When one day became two, became three, the concern became full blown worry. Text messages went unanswered, his mom didn’t show up in person with any explanation, just phoning in and their home room teacher passed on the message of simply ‘Gregory isn’t feeling well’ and then everyone moved on.

Some kids had concerns for him, but Cassie wondered if they cared for Gregory as himself or because of his last name of Afton. She didn’t see anyone else check on him when he was having his headache bouts or bring him medicine or comfort.

On the fourth day, Gregory finally returned to school, a quiet shadow of his usual self, a cast on his right arm and note explaining he’d fallen out of a tree in his backyard. Cassie didn’t buy it for one second, glancing towards Oswald who only pressed a hand to his own left arm, right where the scars of an animatronic bite still lingered.

Something bad had happened, that’s for sure.

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“What the heck, Gregory? I thought you were good with arcade games!” Cassie remarked in surprise, her hands on her hips as she watched the boy sit on top of an arcade cabinet, his legs dangling over the side of the machine.

“Yeah, good at playing them and hackin’ ‘em, not the actual guts of the thing!” Gregory protested, kicking his feet idly, “Vanessa bought these cuz they were on discount in those catalogs she borrowed from Miss Corbett, but they’re old and when they break down we’re stuck without a game until we can get a repair guy out to fix it.”

Oswald popped out from behind the machine, his usual jacket tied around his waist and a circuit board in one hand. Cassie blinked at him, finally realizing the sounds of tinkering coming from the arcade cabinet was from the boy working on it himself. “Is that why you got excited when I said I learned how to fix stuff from watching my dad do general maintenance for side cash?” he demanded with a winded huff. He shook the board up at Gregory as Gregory just looked down at him with a raised eyebrow and crooked grin.

“You’re getting paid, ain’t ya?” he countered. Oswald squinted at him, then sighed and rolled his eyes, setting the board on the arcade machine’s console..

“It got burnt out from a dust build up. I replaced it with a spare I pulled from a machine at that old Freddy’s but you really gotta work on cleaning these more often,” he told the other boy and went back to tinkering inside the cabinet. “You’re lucky I like you enough to do this!” Oswald added as an afterthought, oblivious to Gregory smiling gleefully at his words.

“You’re crazy if you even think about asking me for help there,” Cassie declared when she spotted him turning towards her with a hopeful look. “My dad was a Fazbear technician, not a janitor. Cleaning is your duty.”

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Oswald paused in sipping his soda, mouth still on the straw as he narrowed his gaze at Gregory in disbelief. Beside him, Cassie was doing the same, her head tilted as she looked at the scene before them in Radical Eats, incredulous expression on her face. Gregory just dipped his fries in ketchup and ate them without a care in the world.

“You’re gonna have to explain all this one more time, ‘cause I don’t think I heard you right the first time,” Cassie finally said, gesturing at the mostly empty dining area that was Radical Eats before the lunchtime opening.

“It’s just my family, what’s the big deal?” Gregory replied with a pout, but pointed again anyway, “That’s Vanessa, she’s kind of my mom but we don’t really know for sure cuz we both have amnesia and the records that say she’s my mom were written up by a crazy old lady in a rabbit suit.”

“Rrrrright,” Oswald muttered in that tone that sounded like he was still sure he was being pranked somehow.

“That’s Sydney Herrera, Vanessa’s Not-Boyfriend. She’ll tell you they’re just best friends but she keeps asking him to marry her so she can get bonus financial aid and loans and he keeps saying no,” Gregory went on, pointing to the tall quiet guy dressed as a security guard leaning against a column, “But then he’ll go and do mercenary jobs for a few days to get a bunch of money for her. Last time he did one, he brought me back this chunk of green rock from Guatemala.”

“The one you wanted to bring to show and tell day and he told you if you did that, he’d be arrested for illegal smuggling of gemstones?” Cassie asked him and Gregory sighed in exasperation.

“It’s just a rock, he’s being too paranoid,” he complained, “I put it in my desk drawer anyway.” He pointed to the other guy on his laptop at a dining table. “That’s Sydney’s little brother, Alex. He works as the dayshift guard at Circus Baby’s Pizza and Parties and teaches me stuff about hacking and how to defend against attacks online.” He grinned gleefully, “He’s also a virtual streamer who livestreams games but if I tell you his identity he’ll probably murder me in my sleep. He says the streams help him not be annoyed he’s not a hacker mercenary anymore but he still gets pissed off when Sydney runs away to do jobs.”

“I didn’t think he’d be a virtual streamer type, but I guess it makes sense with how much he likes technology,” Cassie mused aloud. Gregory nodded and then pointed at the kitchen window, where the figure within waved at him with perked up ears.

“And that’s Glamrock Freddy Fazbear,” he said happily, “I stole him from the Pizzaplex and now he’s my sort-of dad figure. He makes most of the pizza for Radical Eats and sometimes he performs but he can be too loud which is why his backup job is being a cook with Sydney and Vanessa.”

“Your family is very.. not conventional,” Oswald said carefully, looking between Freddy and his own plate of pizza. “I’m eating food made by your animatronic dad,” he muttered with a blush, “I feel like that should freak me out more.”

“I feel like we should go back to the Pizzaplex and get Roxy for me,” Cassie said, rubbing her chin thoughtfully, “Can we borrow a truck and a couple of crowbars?”

“Oh I see! She can say ‘let’s borrow stuff’ and nobody says anything!” Oswald exclaimed, throwing up his hands in mock outrage as Gregory laughed, “But me? It’s all ‘nooo, Oz, you can’t borrow something you can only use once!’ Totally unfair.”

[infimace-blog]

She flies slowly over the room like a wooden witch on a rail, her turns clumsy, her body near-motionless. You've seen amusement park animatronics with more life than her, and yet her eyes, glowing portals against the dull metal of her spade-shaped head, make it all too clear that she's not just a machine. She scans the floor below, the red searchlight beams far more frantic and energetic than the rest of her body combined; you creep slowly through the piping over the ground, staying behind her, outside of her field of view.

You keep the camera trained on her, working with the occasional glow of consoles scattered throughout the room, no doubt meant to control the network of pipes and gears you step between. You mostly catch her backlit silhouette: a spade on top of an hourglass. When she freezes in the air, occupied by some dial on one of her machines, you crank the aperture wide and the shutter speed down and wait, the camera devouring all the light it can before daring to engrave her image. Every once in a while, you get lucky with a stroke of lightning outside the window, God smiting Braxton County for any number of miscellaneous crimes. You learn to have your phone out as soon as you hear the thunder, enough time to grab a shaky video of the…creature? Machine? Alien? Woman?

Your reaction speed betrays you in time. As another peal of thunder hits the building, your phone slips out of your hand as you pull it out, clattering onto the floor. Her head swivels on top of her squat torso to face you, 270 degrees, before she dives towards you, screeching like an owl. You barely manage to grab your phone and roll before she claws at where you were standing, shredding the metal pipe that was next to your head. For a moment, she's the murderous bird of prey she was always dismissed as, writ large and monstrous. Then she smashes clumsily into the floor, parts of her crumpling, other parts popping off. You start to inch away as she pulls herself together, pieces snapping back into place like magnets, but then she takes one grotesque hand and points at you, snapping her talons with the other.

"Lock enabled," a voice echoes from the ceiling as a red light shines down on you. You try to move but you're frozen in place. No…your camera is frozen in place, as is your phone, the zipper on your jacket, the coins in your back pocket. You struggle to shed everything metallic, but your movements are sluggish and pain radiates through your limbs when you move too fast. You feel like you're choking to death even as you breathe. You don't notice that she's moving again until she's upon you. She's so much larger up close, each of her arms as long as you.

"What you are feeling is the iron in your blood starting to freeze." You don't see her mouth - if that is a mouth - move. The voice seems to come from deep inside her, metallic and accusatory. "Please cease struggling to disable the effect. I have been told that death by this manner is uniquely unpleasant."

You stop moving and the red light fades; you drop to the ground in relief as your body begins to work again. Before you can get up, a sharp finger presses against your back, pinning you like a bug on display. She stoops down to look at you, an arduous task judging from the groans of twisting metal as she bends. You see her eyes up close for the first time, and in their piercing gaze of light you see something almost human: annoyance.

"This property is restricted; you are tresspassing. You will explain yourself."

You keep quiet. You're afraid to lie and you're more afraid to tell the truth.

Your blood runs cold as she starts searching through your backpack. It doesn't take her long to find your press badge: a little square of plastic held carefully between nails that could tear a man's chest open.

"'Cryptids Monthly'." Her eyes slowly sink away from the badge back down to your face. "Paparazzi." Her voice thins to a low, indignant tone.

She lingers silently for a while, pressing down against your back with a talon whenever you start to wriggle. Her eyes dim when she's lost in thought, you discover.

"I see. You will listen, paparazzi. You will come back in three days. You will offer me money. You will bring a contract. I will sign it. I will answer your questions. I will pose for your photos. I am far from my prime but there is a decorum to be followed nonetheless."

You nod frantically. This wasn't the plan, but you could work with this if you just-

"And you will tell me why I have been picked before I let you go. I hear such things about this 'zine'. Sometimes they are 'thought-provoking tales of the outskirts of normalcy'. Sometimes they are 'Candid Bigfoot feet pics', 'Loveland Frog ready to love', 'All 200 meters of Ogopogo'." Something shifts in her voice as she goes through past articles, something new that you can't quite recognize. Embarrassment? Or longing?

"I got lost on my way home. That is all. My story is not important; you should not have come here." Her voice turns accusatory once more. "Or does my form…titillate? If so, you will be disappointed by what lies beneath."

=> Express interest about other galaxies => Express curiosity towards her body

[kibbits]

While I like the ‘older siblings’ vibes, I feel like it would take the Glamrocks a various amount of time and interaction before the BAL!Boys are really accepted into the gang. And considering how reckless they swing around fully-grown humans, even Freddy’s wary of their incoming reintroduction to the extremely more fragile audience Sun and Moon would be preforming to. The bear is the only other one then Chica willing to give the boys a chance. Monty knows he’s being a hypocrite. A massive scaly hypocrite. But at least all his damage is relegated to easily (but annoying to) replaceable stuff (Like Bonnie). Humans aren’t. And certainly not kids. He may play monster, the rebel, the villain. Those clowns. That shambling thing of barely functioning code and bolts. It is one. And Roxy? She doesn’t need to access to the cameras to witness Y/N scrambling away from the ‘phantom’ stalking them across the catwalks. It’s a thin line the boys are balancing on. And if it not themselves breaking it, the ingrained desire in these new bots to protect children might be the final straw.

Aa! Sorry it took so long to get back to you on this!

That's an interesting take! And oh boy, I see what you mean but I wouldn't put Bonnie under 'replaceable' fjlkd

I think a second meeting would be after the boys had the whole crisis/realization of "Oh my god, YN is a human and a friend, and suddenly we realize that they're so fragile and we could have killed them! Theyre a person! We're a person-- people!"

YN, in classic YN self-preservation, would be like "no it's fine it's all in the past now we're friends : )))"

They had frank discussions with the boys before that. They're not excusing them, but it's been a slow buildup in private between the boys and them. They had to show the boys that they could be people before that realization could take place.

They'll suplex any animatronic who tries to tell their boys that they're monsters and undermine all the hard work that YN put into letting them discover their personhood and self-confidence fljkgd

(Here, have an old sketch of YN about to suplex an animatronic fjkdkljg)

TL;DR for the thing below: I accidentally made it all about masks, roles, and existential development again WHOOP! (Not sorry)

(thanks @lavenoon and @eyndr for helping me rubber duck this through and for your delicious thoughts fgjkldl)

See, I think it COULD work if instead of being played straight, Monty was being like. Low-key jealous?

As in "Why do THEY get to be cavalier about safety and property damage, but they still get to have a friend?!" But he doesn't want to face the fact that he's also seen as dangerous and 'monstrous', and should improve himself.

He's jealous that someone took a chance on them, betting their own safety. He's scared, because the boys did get put into storage for a WHILE before YN came along, and no one cared then. What if that happens to HIM? It'd only take one careless mistake. Is he lucky enough that someone would take a chance on him, too? Or would he go the way of Bonnie and Foxy?

(also I'm a sucker for misunderstood misfit who just needs some patience and kindness jdgjkl)

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Roxy plays the disdain card, but her thoughts are actually pretty close to Monty's. Except that hers are 'am I good enough? If I'm not the best great, will that happen to me? What'll be the final straw?

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I think, of all the reactions, Freddy's grates them the most. Keep in mind, the boys do feel awful about how they acted, even if that never actually ended with human deaths. Just. A lot of close calls and scares.

So that Freddy is so welcoming, so forgiving of them? It feels grating. It feels... Maybe not patronizing, but it feels like he's trying to excuse all the things they did and sweep it all under the rug. And the boys are like "No, actually it WAS fucked up of us! Sure, we were misguided and it wasn't like we were trying to hurt people with full understanding, but don't act as if we didn't do anything wrong!"

Y/N probably appreciates the bear making the effort to welcome and include the boys, though, and they thank Freddy in private.

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Like Luce pointed out to me, though -- Freddy is the Face. He's used to not making waves. To having to keep the peace and status quo.

He's probably terrified for Sun and Moon, because he's already lost two friends before. Two very old, very public friends, gone just like that. He thought the weird theater kid(s) were gone for a long time, too, and he just got them back, and they've grown into such different, more full and lively personalities -- so of course he's walking on eggshells! Management has already proven that they can be fickle and decommission an animatronic on what feels like a whim.

He doesn't want to see all this new life and potential lost, so he waves off the past 'issues' to focus on the present.

Meanwhile Sun and Moon are still in the moment where they're reeling from everything: personhood (theirs and others'), being distinct from each other, fragility of life, morality -- everything is so different, so new, so open and full of possibilities now! Everything they did, everything that happened -- it's kind of integral to their development and to their budding morality.

They need to have what happened acknowledged, not only because of that, but also because accountability is real different when you're suddenly more than a role you play. A role assigned to you.

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Chica is... She plays her role too well, ironically. She acts more happy-go-lucky and borderline ditzy than she is, and it makes it hard to read any deeper into her reactions. She gets treated like she's dumb, but overall she gets treated better if she acts dumb. She feels like if she can act happy enough, like everything's fine, maybe she can keep everyone together and healthy and safe. And if she breaks, it all breaks. She lost those friends, too...

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It feels like pre-incident-and-storage, the Glamrocks were pretty secure in their roles and personhood -- especially in comparison to the strange theater kid(s), who felt more like a character than a person sometimes. The Glamrocks are more popular, too. Then Sun and Moon exit stage left, for a while.

Post rehabilitation, with everything Y/N has helped them work through and learn and grow from, suddenly the Glamrocks feel... Flat? Character-like? Or maybe something like stuck -- stuck playing a role, stuck in their growth...

They lost two band members, who were replaced with the new kids (Monty and Roxy) who developed their own insecurities which... Aren't even really being addressed?

They look at Sun and Moon, and they see growth, progress, freedom to be their own people and make their own mistakes and choices.

They look at themselves, and they realize that the line they've allowed themselves between, for example, Glamrock Freddy Fazbear, beloved Freddy's Mega Pizzaplex Mascot and beloved character, and.. Just Freddy, some guy who's grieving the loss of two very old, very dear friends... They see the change, how happier and more... real the boys are, now, and they want that, too.

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Masks! Masks! It's all masks! it's all about seeing behind the roles and the masks fgkldgldkj

Thanks for the ask!!

[gamequeenanya]

Security Breach: The Collab Fic! - Violet’s Version (Part 1)

Summary: A girl named Pocket has a birthday today. The animatronics in the Pizzaplex help her celebrate, along with a slew of other friends! But what happens when the Moon gets tickled? Chaos, naturally!

(Note: Since Pocket cancelled this fic, I offered to write it instead, and she gave me permission! This fanfic is the one with YOUR OCs in it! All OCs belong to their respective owners. Enjoy!)

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It was a busy day in the Pizzaplex. There were so many customers that they had to close the pizza stand early because they ran out of dough. But it was also a special day in the Pizzaplex because it was the One Year Grand Opening!

There was one girl working in the Pizzaplex as a writer for many stories that would be told about the animatronics here. Her name was Pocket. She had brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin, and was about average height. She was really cute, and she loved her job as a writer. However it was difficult finding her passion again. You see, she had trouble saying "no" to people and the story requests kept piling up. So she felt trapped trying to write things to please other people instead of focusing on the things that made her happy.

One day she passed by the Daycare in front of the slide, and she met someone. It was her friend, Glamrock Freddy.

"Hello Pocket!" He said enthusiastically. Then he noticed the look on her face. "Oh. What's wrong, Superstar?"

She sighed. "Hey Freddy. It's all this work I have to do..."

Freddy offered a hug. "There there; it's okay. We'll find a way to help you, Superstar."

She nodded, hugging Freddy. "Thank you..."

Some loud laughter was heard from the daycare. Curiously, Freddy went over to check it out. Pocket followed him. When they were at the fun slide, she went first. Sliding down the slide and feeling a rush of excitement as she went fast. It was like being a kid again.

Glamrock Freddy called out to see if she was alright. She called back.

“I’m fine!”

Swimming through the pit, she found the source of the noise. It was the Daycare Attendant Sun laughing as many people tickled him. Among them were Nova: a purple haired cat girl, Insanity: a pale ginger, Rando: a punk goth with half his head shaved, Rain: someone with blue eyes and long hair, Travis: someone with vitiligo and an all-black outfit, Aenz: someone with pink hair and pink/white clothes, Ash: someone with black hair, brown eyes, and brown skin, Bee: someone with dark hair and skin, who wore a yellow shirt and black and yellow Pikachu ears, Mizuki: a girl with purple hair, green eyes, and a purple outfit.

And while some people tickled him, others preferred to watch. Some of them giggling while doing so. The people watching were Smileheart: a redhead with pink skin, A: a guy with black ripped skinny jean overalls, and Joker: a tall man with brown hair, black eyes, and a caramel skin tone.

“OHOHOHOHOOOOHOOO GOOHOOHOOOHOOODNESS!!” He shrieked. There must have been about ten people there, poking his sides, back, belly, and upper torso. “STAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHP! PLEHEEHEHEHHEEHEHEEHEASE!”

Pocket giggled. Just another day at the Pizzaplex. “Hey guys!” She called out, waving to them.

“Oh, hey Pocket!” They all said, waving back.

Seeing as they were busy waving to their friend, Sun took this opportunity to get them back, skittering his fingers along their sides.

They shrieked loudly, all running in circles to try and either get away or form a counter strike. Some of them got far enough to escape Sun’s amazing tickles. Most weren’t so lucky.

“A tickly Sun is on the loose!” Mizuki cried, and ran to the light switch. She turned the lights off. “Bye bye!”

Everyone gasped, a sinking feeling going through them at realizing what happened.

“Ahhhhhhhhh! Noooooooooo!” Sun shrieked. “What have you done?!” He fell to the ground and struggled, weakened by the dark.

“Sun…?” Mizuki said. “Are you okay?”

Suddenly, Sun sprang to his feet. But he wasn’t Sun anymore.

“Ohooooohooooooo!” Moon said. “Big mistake…!”

He wiggled his fingers and chased the screaming crowd. Scooping Ash, Smileheart, and Travis into his arms, he tickled their bellies. They scream-laughed, pushing at his fingers, trying to get loose.

Mizuki puffed out her chest. “Not so fast, Mr. Moon! I know your weakness!”

She sneaked around behind him and tickled behind his knees.

“EEEYAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAAA!”

He screamed and let go of the captives, hands going to protect his sides.

“Hey, he’s ticklish too!” A cried, and he proceeded to poke and prod Moon’s hypersensitive torso.

“AHHAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAAHAHAAA!”

“Wow, you’re worse than Sun!” Joker teased. That made Moon squeal even harder.

…

Meanwhile, Scott’s hair was drying in the Salon. Glamrock Chica was there now, feeling a little lonely. Being a former security guard at Freddy’s, he was at least 60 now, though his beauty shone through even at this age. He had thick grey hair, was average height, and was slightly underweight.

He used to be the Phone Guy. Now he was an undercover investigator.

He never took his eyes off Chica, feeling uneasy. It wasn’t fair of course, since she’d never done anything to him, but she understood the trauma he must have been through. She moved slowly as she undid his hair curlers.

It was Scott who started the conversation.

“Hey Chica, how’s it going?”

She perked up at him speaking to her. “Oh, I’m fine! Never been better!” She spoke too quickly and grinned a little too wide. Maybe she would have convinced an ordinary person, but Scott could tell when someone was lying.

“Oh. Uh, listen. If there’s something on your mind, I’ll be here to uh, listen.” He said slowly, wanting to be kind.

She finished with his hair and sat in the chair next to him, ready to clear her mind of woes.

…

Roxanne Wolf stomped around the track.

Chica’s words echoed in her head. She’d told Roxy she spent too much time in front of the mirror these days, and they hardly spent time together.

Obviously Chica was being silly! After all, she needed that time in front of the mirror. How else would she convince herself she was beautiful…?!

She tried not to think of something else in their life that would have affected her behaviour. Instead she kept stomping around the track. She didn’t look where she was going and almost ran into someone.

“Hey, careful!!”

The person stopped and looked up at her. It was Shannon, one of Pocket’s best friends.

“Wait, you’re Roxy!” She said. “I love you!”

Roxy was about to send the person away but stopped and grinned.

“Of course you do. I’m the best!” She flipped her green hair to show off. “So, are you interested in learning to race?”

Shannon nodded.

There were a couple of other fans watching as well named Sofia and Nicole. They decided to stay and watch Roxy too.

…

Meanwhile Glamrock Freddy was dealing with something of his own. Pocket was following the crowd’s example and had started to poke Freddy’s upper torso where his ribs would be. And to make things worse, more friends of Pocket’s had shown up! Fluff and Ray were tickling Freddy’s hips and legs.

“Hahahahahaahhahahahaha! Superstar~!” He giggled. And then Nova came up and tickled along his hips. “Hey, wahahahahahaaait!” Freddy cried. “That’s not fair!”

Then Moon, who’d managed to escape the naughty people’s fingers, ran over and scooped up Pocket, Bee, and Rain. He ran through the Pizzaplex, laughing like a gremlin.

“I’ve got the birthday girl! Ahahaahahahaaaahaaa! Your party will be ruined!”

Freddy and the crowd gasped.

“Not so fast! We’ll save her!”

And they chased after Moon, who was giggling as he tickled the current captives. He mostly went for the sides, belly, and neck.

“HAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!” They squealed.

Moon ran all the way to the Raceway.

Seeing him and the laughing captives, Roxy got an idea. As she finished her safety lesson in the parked car she was showing them, she wiggled her paw pads.

“And when you’re driving, never ever let yourself get distracted.”

Giving Sofia and Nicole some playful pokes, she relished in their squeals. Shannon just preferred to watch, and smiled.

…

Meanwhile, Chica told Scott her woes. She talked about how concerned she was with how distant Roxy was. How she was spending too much time in the mirror and was neglecting their friendship. Scott felt for her and offered some comfort.

She accepted the hug, pulling him in close, and felt him stiffen.

“Oh. Heh!” He tried to make himself calm, assuring himself that Chica was in Safe Mode. It was nice and quiet for a while. He patted her back.

“Yeah, uhh… Is there an animatronic therapist around here?” He wondered. “Cause uh, to me it sounds like Roxy is suffering. Maybe she needs to talk about whatever is troubling her?”

“Maybe…” Chica said, looking away. “I guess I didn’t notice it, I thought she was being selfish. But not too long ago, one of our band mates was in a tragic accident…”

Scott chuckled despite everything. “Yeah. That’ll do it.”

…

There was a small bot in the Pizzaplex as well. All he wanted was to give people maps – as well as scaring people with his little jumpscare. He did the same thing when an unsatisfied customer wanted a refund.

Seeing some people rush by, he offered his map. But Moon was the one carrying them and he ran right past, bumping into Map Bot and making him spin around in circles.

A visitor named Juno noticed poor Map Bot and came over to steady him.

“Hey… Are you okay?”

Map Bot beeped with a nod. He seemed confused by the affection.

Juno checked him over for any damage to his casing, feeling around the area his ribs would be. The bot started to giggle.

Chuckling, Juno continued, checking the belly and spine area. Map Bot laughed, wrapping his arms around his waist. Finally Juno got to his hips. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Please stop!” He said robotically. The visitor obliged, now seeing what was going on. There was a smile on their face.

“Don’t worry, you only have a few scratches on your casing. Your mechanic should have no problem!”

Map Bot sighed in relief.

“Thank you. Moon does not usually barrel past like that.” Reaching into his bag, he then offered a gift. “Now please, take a map! Free map.”

(End of Part 1!)

[five-nights-at-fujisakis]

okay. two new animatronics. they've finally arrived today, and kellen sent me a photo of them. they kinda look... old? like i don't want to say they look BAD, really, but it's clear they've been in use for a long time. like since the eighties.

i think they're from the original lineup, actually! or like. sort of? they're clearly supposed to be bonnie the bunny and chica the chicken, and those are supposed to be from the original lineup, right? but i remember the original pictures looked mostly like the animatronics the restaurant already has, while these two... they look more cartoony? i'm not sure how to explain it. they're even more mascot-ish than what i thought bonnie and chica were supposed to look like. is there a word in english for the culture around making things look cuter? in japan we call that かわいい, but i'm pretty sure americans just see that as our word for "cute" so i don't know if you'd actually understand what i'm getting at.

(incidentally, please don't call me かわいい, i've really gotten sick of it over the years)

my boss vanessa seemed really excited about the arrival of these two! maybe the fazbear brand was part of her childhood? because i've never seen someone get excited about the animatronics as she does. when she came to end my shift this morning she couldn't stop talking about them with a smile on her face, which was kinda weird considering how tepid and serious she usually is. she mentioned something about how "we're going to have the whole original crew back together again" and that's... well, it's not very comforting. sure, these past few nights have been pretty easy since cody and harper are essentially just one single threat right now, but that doesn't mean i want MORE difficulty!

vanessa must have noticed something was off since she asked if i was doing okay and if i needed a break, but i told her i was fine. the job pays well (at least, i'm pretty sure it does, i've still not got the best grasp of US dollars but alter ego is pretty good at helping me with my budget) and it'd be too dangerous for anyone else to take the job, right? at least i got lucky and was able to figure things out pretty quick, imagine if i hadn't been fast enough on the uptake! i could have died! and now that there's going to be two more animatronics around... i've got SOME prep ability now. a brand new employee wouldn't have that.

so here i go again, i guess... hopefully everything goes well and these two new "friends" don't kill me.

[kinshenewa]

So I came up with another au for my Celestial Jesters story.

The whole story is fake. It never happened. It was just fanfic written by a depressed teen, and it became her dream to create a show based on her story. So as an adult, she was lucky enough to have a lot of extended family who gave her small amounts of money for her birthday every year, and she had a Kofi/gofundme/Kickstarter (I'll decide later) going for that since she was a young teen.

She went to college for robotics, and got a degree. As a young woman quickly approaching 30, she was lucky enough to have inherited a nice parcel of land and have the money to pay her friend to help make 3D models of the characters (She already had rudimentary models 2 years before she started working on the show (Which would take another 2 years) but she wanted help from a friend but would not take 'no don't pay me' for an answer. She pays her friend even though her friend has told her repeatedly she doesn't need to pay them)

She created the actual animatronics, but not looking like themselves, they were just some nice endoskeletons with all their required mechanics and wrapped in green screen fabric. She dresses them up in their outfits (Which she gets custom made from a tailor) and built a room specifically like their room on her property. It is in an enclosed building, which includes their whole room and the hallway for their room.

She had to get custom-made furniture as well, because the furniture that the boys use are slightly bigger than regular human furniture.

It took 5 years total to get the building permits, build the rooms, build the animatronics, code the animatronics, make the 3D models (And rig them), change some parts of her house to match the script, and make the story in script form.

She changed her room just ever so slightly, changing the door ever so slightly and covering the window with a green screen because in the story there is not a window in her room.

She didn't have any help with the camera work, just had cameras set in specific points and some little camera jockeys (Which is what she lovingly called the small cameras that moved around on wheels).

The boys room is in her backyard, which is quite big since she inherited a parcel in a rural area, which allows her to make some of the sets (the cafeteria is completely animatated, they human is the only real thing in there aside from some food on her plate)

One day, during a shoot, everything is going as planned, until Eclipse says, "I really do love you." And then she's all confused and looking at the script and saying, "Hold up, that isn't in the script?"

She had programmed them with actual AIs so it could be easier to get everything done. Saves a lot of work compared to just coding them with their actions and dialogue.

So the DCA went full circle and back to their roots XD. Originally an animatronic, then aliens, and back to animatronic.

Sun, Moon, and Eclipse all see her with reverence, they see her as their god and creator, and they are madly in love. So when Eclipse says that and she's looking at the script in her hands, Eclipse takes the script, literally throws it over his shoulder and out of the room, then kneels and grabs her hands gently as he looks into her eyes. The only color on him aside from his outfit and green screen covering is his eyes, because she made the eyes to act like how eyes are supposed to (when it is really just screens that light up, allowing their eyes to glow for some scenes), and he just looks deep into her eyes. The frills are also colored, because tests done had failed when they tried to make it happen with the animating.

Eventually it turns into where, on her Youtube channel, she starts releasing bloopers of the animatronics, them goofing off during filming, which she can only do now because the have grown sentient.

Yeah,I'm probably missing something but that is the general idea

[legoes]

trick !

corrin (unintentionally) helps gregory pull a prank on the animatronics. alternately titled “gregory is an absolute monster of a child”.

this takes place in my au where william wasn’t a killer he was just kinda an eccentric weirdo. glammike is pretty heavily implied & the crying child incident still happened. also i fudged the timeline a bit to make it* make sense.

*it being gregory being michael’s kid.

tw for mentions of child death (evan) and brief descriptions of panic attacks (sorry freddy)

gregory was very proud of how good his makeup looked. his mom had spent hours on it, promising to make it look as realistic as possible and god did his mom deliver. he had nearly given the daytime security guard a heart attack when they had walked up together.

now, he sat silently in the daycare, waiting for his first victim to find him.

sunny would be easy to scare. he cared so much about the safety of the kids, especially gregory since he was usually only around when all the others had gone home.

he could hear sun moving through the play structure, grabbing toys and drawings kids left behind. he continued to sit silently, looking through a window where he could see sun continue cleaning with a sad look on his face. he needed to look dead! really truly dead! like a heartbroken murdered child if he wanted to pull this off.

sun had finally looked up through the window, and gregory was sure the scream he let out could be heard through the entire pizzaplex.

he made sure to rush out as soon as possible, remaining unseen.

chica was easy to scare. hide out in the kitchen and sure enough she would be sneaking in for some pizza. he did not even have to try with her, she just saw his reflection and bolted out of the room as fast as she could, screaming for the others all the way. it was great!

he had stood on the second floor when roxy had spotted him, chica dragging her and yelling about the pizzaplex being haunted. he had managed to escape her, hiding where he knew her sight would not reach. while she did not scream like the others, she was clearly freaked out, clutching onto chica’s hand and pretending like it was for the chicken’s comfort.

next was monty. gregory had assumed monty would be harder to scare. but sure enough, hiding out in monty golf just out of reach seemed to scare the gator. enough for him to let out a series of swears that gregory would have assumed was blocked from the animatronics’ programming. lucky for gregory, monty was bulky, so he did not need to rush out as quickly. after all, he was quite enjoying the gator’s yelling.

freddy was the last and honestly, gregory was feeling guilty. not guilty enough to not prank him, of course, but guilty enough to feel bad about it. freddy was his favorite. he had no idea why, he just was.

he moved into freddy’s green room as quickly and quietly as he could (he was so happy he had managed to find the override codes to get in the door), sitting silently in the room and waiting.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

freddy had honestly thought it was a bit funny how shaken up the others were at first. the thought of the pizzaplex being haunted sounded ridiculous.

and then they described the kid. brown hair, a striped shirt, and a sad face that could rival that of a kicked puppy. and blood. so much blood.

it sounded so much like evan.

freddy told the others that they were probably imagining things (probably more yelling himself than them) but they seemed insistent. after all, they had all seen him.

but freddy was not having it. or rather, did not want to believe it. because if they were right, and it was real, then it was because of him.

he walked to his green room silently, opting to not say hello to corrin for the night. he did not have it in him after listening to the others.

the door opened for him as soon as he got close. the lights turned on, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a small brunette boy, curled up in a ball, staring sadly up at him.

if he had still breathed, he was sure it would have caught in his throat. if he still had a beating heart, he was sure it would have stopped. he did not want to turn. to face the small child in front of him.

his mind continued to chant i’m sorry, i’m sorry, forgive me, i’m sorry.

“gregory!”

corrin’s voice snapped him out of it. he turned around, surprised to see the security guard in his green room. behind him, he could hear the other animatronics complaining about the mean prank the child was pulling.

gregory. gregory was pranking them.

“apologize to freddy, then go out and apologize to the others.”

the mom voice, the crossed arms, gregory had no choice but to comply, muttering a small apology to the bear animatronic before sluggishly walking out to apologize to the others.

the suffocating feeling had finally stopped when gregory left. it really was like looking at a ghost.

“freddy, i’m so sorry about that, i didn’t realize that was why he wanted me to make him so scary looking.”

“it’s fine.” not really. “he was just trying to have a bit of fun. it’s halloween after all.”

corrin frowned. in life he always knew when michael was lying to him, and it seemed like he could see right through freddy’s lies as well. “look, i don’t mind it you don’t wanna tell me, but i’m here if you need to talk.”

freddy smiled, nodding. “i know.”

[rosetheex-editor]

[Audio transcript begin.]

[The transcript begins with the sound of an animatronic moving, a phone begins ringing as someone yawns.]

?: Thanks for the help bro!

[Voice registered: Waiting for a name.]

?: The gang hasn't moved this well in YEARS! probably because of all those u haul trips with tom.

[The phone continues ringing, as someone walks over and picks it up.]

?: Hello! Little bon's lucky land placing an order for here or to go?

?: CASSIUS DIDN'T SHOW UP IT WAS A DISTRACTION-

[Voice identified: Ness.]

[The phone call cuts out, the person can be heard setting the phone back on a table and walking back to the other person.]

?: Rose head outside, I gotta lock up, grab Nessa's phone.

[The person referred to as Rose can be heard getting up, grabbing the phone and stepping outside. A set of doors swing open as wind can be heard blowing.]

?: ugh… every fuckin' night… can i ever get a break?

[Voice identified: Rose.]

R: really wish he was still here… it's not fair…

?: [Distant.] Rose!

[Voice identified: Edgar…?]

R: … Dad?

E(?): [Distant.] Rose! I’ve missed you! Come over here!

[Rose can be heard running, an audible limp in her run. She can be heard trying not to cry.]

R: DAD WHERE ARE YOU!

E(?): [Distant.] You’re close! Keep running!

[The sound of footsteps on gravel changes to grass and leaves, Rose continues shouting.]

R: I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD! I REALLY REALLY THOUGHT I LOST YOU!

E(?): [Distant.] Come find me! I’ve missed you so much!

R: I'M TRYING! WHERE ARE YOU?

E(?): Hurry, Rose!

[Rose continues running, finally falling to her knees.]

R: I CAN'T! I CAN'T FIND YOU! I'M REALLY TRYING!

[The tone of his voice goes from happy to disappointed and serious instantly.]

E(?): You’re going to fail me again? I thought you cared.

R: I DO CARE! I'M REALLY TRYING DAD!

E(?): If you did, then you’d have found me by now..

[Rose can be heard slowly standing up and running again.]

R: I'll find you! I won't disappoint you!

E(?): You’re running out of time.

R: I'M RUNNING AS FAST AS I CAN!

E(?): Tick tock, Rose!

R: YOU HAVE TO TELL ME HOW CLOSE I AM!

E(?): You’re getting further away!

R: I-

[Rose can be heard swiftly turning the other direction, running even more.]

R: I'M TRYING BUT I DON'T SEE YOU!

E(?): Your time is almost up!

R: HOW CLOSE AM I?

E(?): Close enough to the point that it's pathetic that you can’t find me.

R: What…

[Rose begins coughing.]

R: i- i'm trying…

E(?): Not hard enough!

[Rose can be heard ripping open bushes, and running some more. All while coughing.]

R: PLEASE YOU HAVE TO TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE!

E(?): Ten seconds!

R: No. I.

[Rose begins running faster, the coughing now louder.]

R: PLEASE WHERE ARE YOU!

E(?): Seven!

R: I-

E(?): Six!

R: I THINK I SEE YOU!

E(?): Five!

[Rose runs even faster. The leaves crunching under every limping footstep.]

E(?): Four!

R: WHAT HAPPENS IF IT HITS 1?

E(?): Three.

[Rose makes a leap, landing in grass before making a cough that sounds as if she was dying. It sounds like she's trying to scratch at someone's leg.]

R: made… it…

E(?): Two.

R: What… NO NO I FOUND YOU I-

E(?): One.

R: NO I FOUND YOU!

E(?): Zero. Time’s up!

[The voice changes mid sentence, someone laughs.]

R: w- What

?: Hey there, Rose.

[Voice identified: Cassius.]

R: you.

C: Me.

R: I'll kill you YOU PIECE OF SHIT!

[Rose seemingly reaches for something, something that isn't there.]

R: w- Where's my knife… did i drop it?

C: Oh dear, it appears you might have! How sad.

[Rose can be heard trying to pull herself up using Cassius' leg.]

C: Oh, let go of that. Hands off.

[He shakes her off his leg, before clearing his throat.]

R: WHAT DID YOU DO TO NESS YOU JACKASS!

[Rose continues coughing.]

C: I don’t know. I’ve been here the whole time! You’d have to ask Alexander.

R: IF SHE'S DEAD I'LL KILL YO-

[Rose makes another barely human sound, before the sound of something being thrown.]

C: Woah, you sound like shit.

[Rose can be heard standing up slowly, before running at Cassius.]

R: GO TO HELL!

[Cassius can be heard swiftly dodging.]

C: I’ve already been, they asked for you.

R: … If Edgar's there then just do it. Get it the fuck over with. I can't beat you so.

C: Well, that’s no fun!

R: What- You wanted to kill me. I'm not gonna give you the satisfaction of a fight.

C: When did I say I wanted to kill you?

R: You made that clear last time we met.

[Rose coughs again.]

C: Meh, people change.

R: Ness told me… you won't help will. you didn't change.

C: I never do. Tell me, what’s different about this interaction? What’s changed in you?

R: I lost my father twice… I watched him die both times… I want to see him.

C: You’re so close. What was that last one?

R: I want. to see him.

C: There it is! I don’t like giving people the satisfaction of finally breathing their last breath. It’s not any fun for me. That’s what's different.

R: What if I went on live TV… Told the world about showfall… I have the fucking wound in my head to prove it!

C: Then I’d have to take care of you. But not now.

R: why… i'm giving you the perfect opportunity to clear up a loose end. Shoot me. And you deal with me and Edgar.

[Cassius takes a few steps, turning around.]

C: It’s more fun to keep you alive.

R: Fuck you. You coward. I hope the security rip your fucking organs out.

[He chuckles, a quiet click is heard.]

C: [In Edgar’s voice.] Alright, see you later, Rose.

[There are footsteps. They fade slowly. Until finally, Cassius is gone.]

R: GOD DAMNIT!

[Rose begins sobbing, someone can be heard running up.]

Ne: Where the fuck is mike… Rose what happened…

R: C- cassius… H- he…

[Ness begins shouting.]

Ne: IF YOU HEAR THIS YOU PIECE OF SHIT TELL OPHELIA TO HAVE A GOOD REASON FOR THIS OR THE DEAL'S OFF!

C: [Distant, once again in Edgar’s voice.] Of course, I’ll let her know!

Ne: Son of a bitch!

[Ness can be heard ripping her phone from the ground.]

Ne: Of course you’re recording.

[End transcript.]

[riahlynn101]

Whumptober Day Twenty-Nine: "What Happened to Me?"

Takes place in the FNAF movie universe.

May contain spoilers for the FNAF movie.

Trigger warnings: Child death, implied/referenced kidnapping and murder, blood, knifes, and major character death.

Part one of two. This one is from Mike's POV. Day 30 is from Garrett's.

((Work in progress)).

--

“C…O….M….E…..F…I….N…D…..M….E….”

Mike hangs up the phone, thoroughly confused by the entire interaction. First he gets a job application for the (supposedly) new and improved Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, and now someone is using a ‘Speak and Spell,” to harass him over the phone. 

He sighs, eyeing the application laying facedown on the dining room table. It would be stupid of him to go back. They were lucky to get out alive last time, and there’s no guarantee this time would be any better. 

His sister’s older now. Not by much, but he has faith that Abby isn’t going to follow any more animatronics to abandoned pizzerias. Probably. 

The job doesn’t sound bad, and they really need the money. But Mike can’t bring himself to go back. Knowing what he knows. Seeing what he’s seen. Even if they discommissed all the robots from the last location, who’s to say that the ghosts wouldn’t jump to this location. Or that Afton’s own spirit (God, Mike hopes that man isn’t a vengeful spirit. He has enough problems without adding the ghost of the serial killer who murdered his brother to the list) isn’t wreaking havoc. 

No matter what, Mike promises himself, he won’t take the job. It’s stupid, and he’s 99% sure he’ll nail the interview at the local diner. 

-x-x-x-

Let it be known that Mike did not, in fact, nail that interview at Sparky’s Diner. But it’s not his fault. The person interviewing him went on long tangents about random theories, and it kept tripping him up. How is he supposed to know why he applied for the job when Ness won’t stop interrupting him? 

He settles in his seat, at least this time upper management invested in a good quality chair. If Mike has to fear for his life, then he should be comfortable while doing it. 

The camera setup is much the same as last time, if not a little higher in quality. He flips through them, eyeing each of the robots to see if they’ve moved. Because, unlike last time, he doesn’t have the protection of a door. The whole setup feels weird. It’s too open.

At least the animatronics-all twelve of them-don’t seem as murderous as last time. They wander around the pizzeria, but none of them bother him, so Mike just lets them be. Besides that, all he has to worry about is remotely rewinding a music box of some sort. It connects to the prize corner, but he has no idea what its function is. The new owners gave him minimal instructions, but he really doesn’t want to find out what happens if he doesn’t keep it wound-up. 

He yawns, looking down at his watch. It’s barely one, which means he has a long night ahead of him. Mike should really look into renegotiating his hours, because this is ridiculous. 

He puts his head on the table, deciding to rest for a few minutes. It’s not like the animatronics are going to hurt him, and admittedly he hasn’t been sleeping the best lately. 

Mike closes his eyes. Calm washes over him. He sleeps. 

He dreams. 

Mike stands in the forest that has haunted his dreams for years on end. He searches for his parents and brother, but they aren’t there. The entire campsite is gone, save for a couple of indentations where the tents and picnic table once were. 

“Mike!” He hears his brother call, and Mike knows it’s him. Decades a part, and he can remember Garrett’s voice. It’s imprinted in his memory. “Mikey!”

Without thinking, he runs in the direction the voice came from. “Garrett!?” 

His brother pulls him into a hug. It feels surreal, like he’s not quite here. The pressure around his midsection and the warmth of his brother’s body heat feels real. But it can’t be, because Garrett’s….

Tears stream down his face, making his neck sticky. He sniffles, choosing-for a moment-to put his pride aside. Even if this isn’t real, Garrett is here, in front of him, alive and happy. 

“I…I’ve missed you,” he murmurs. 

Garett giggles. The sound relights something deep within Mike. A piece of his very soul. “Miss you too.”

He suddenly feels guilty. The memories of not keeping an eye on his brother come back in full force. It feels different than his usual guilt. That guilt is expressed internally, where no one besides a few lingering figures of his subconscious can bear witness. But here, with Garrett seemingly more alive than he’s been in decades, it’s harder. “And I’m sorry, I should have-”

His brother pulls away, brows furrowed. “Nope. Not here. Not today.”

And that makes sense. “Okay…yeah…sorry.”