#like be honest when you see purple in fnaf WHO out of all the characters do you think of. and what do you think of them doing...... Yea💖

[doomzday-zone]

also less irritating and more of a personal preference thing but i just feel really strongly in my itty bitty puppy heart that the purple in williams design should be more subtle. like do not get me wrong the full purple suit shit is BEAUTIFUL howeverrrrr............. consider the themes........................

[strangerstime]

✨Time to talk!✨

I watched the gameplay of Security Breach: Ruins without words, caught several screamers, and was shocked by what was happening several times. I can say for sure that the DLC is made much better and more interesting than the main game. However, the search and disabling of security protocols was still not so exciting, but it did not spoil the impression of the game at all!

But I would like to talk about something else, about what I could call the origins of this franchise, namely about the history from the first to the sixth part of the FNAF. Why do I want to talk about this? Well, the thing is that I am, if not an old-timer, then someone who watched the development of the FNAF franchise from the very first game and who was terribly afraid to play these games until 2020 (😂).

And what has happened in these almost 10 years amazes me. From the concept of a soul enclosed in the body of an old robot and suffering in agony, we have come to highly intelligent robots behaving almost the same as humans! Isn't that amazing?

And I'd be a fool if I said I didn't understand what was going on. Since the appearance of the fifth part (Sister Location), it was clear that Scott intended to add smart robots. Was it interesting? - Undoubtedly it was. Was it stupid? - Well, no, some got even more interesting details and a riddle: "How were such smart killer robots created in such early years?"

I remember the times when people wondered what kind of souls were inside animatronics; thought about who was hiding behind the guise of a security guard; looked for Easter eggs and secrets to finally unravel the plot of FNAF. To some extent, this happened: everyone was able to unravel the plot in their own way and a bunch of alternative universes appeared where people shared their vision. I think it was pretty cool! My favorites to this day are 'Springaling' and 'Springtrap and Deliah'.

And I didn't mind what was happening at all. Yes, people (including me) quarreled on the basis of different theories, but everyone was somehow waiting for them to reveal the true plot of all these games. But that's just not what happened. Books happened, a trilogy came out, and then other parts, and there were no fewer questions. The whole plot, which was pieced together from different games, finally disintegrated, because that part of the fandom appeared, which began to say that books should be combined with games almost completely.

I won't say anything about books, because I simply haven't read them (seriously, do I need to read stories about how smart killer robots kill people, or about how stupid people kill themselves with robots?), but the fact that history has broken into separate universes is very confused. Someone was looking for answers in the trilogy, saying that the characters there are the same, just with different names; someone, like me, brushed the books aside, trying to focus only on the games. And so, FNAF 6 is the end of the story about William Afton and his victims. A beautiful end to the story and a new beginning in the form of FNAF 9, in which a completely new villain and heroes! Smart robots, a huge complex, underground catacombs! That's the scope!

But it just didn't work. Why? For one simple reason: under the Pizza-Plex there was an old pizzeria from FNAF 6, where once everything burned down. Why is this important? Well, because in this very pizzeria there was Burntrap and Molten, who were also present in FNAF 6. Why is IT important? For another simple reason: it connects two stories into one. That is, the whole story of William Afton smoothly flowed into a new history of Pizza Plex.

(And yes, I've heard about a mimic; that it's not William, but a mimic that imitates him, but let's be honest, in the game I see an endoskeleton with meat and bones in a springbonnie's suit and with purple eyes. How am I supposed to understand, without reading the book, that it's not William Afton who's back again? If you give me an answer to this question, I'll shut up.)

What's the matter? Big deal, Afton has risen. What's the difference? That's the freaking problem. If William is alive, then other souls could not rest.

Michael won't rest because he didn't finish off his father; the missing children won't rest because they didn't take revenge on their killer; Charlie won't rest because she will have to protect these children; Henry won't rest because his daughter is still here and so on. And then the question is: where are all these souls? Inside Molten? Perhaps, but still it is not said about it. You can tell me: "The souls have already rested! They don't care that William is back!" And they should care! Otherwise, why didn't they rest all 40 years before?

You can tell me, "This is not William Afton! That's why they didn't come back!" Even if it's not William Afton, but a mimic… There is still a Glitchtrap here, which was obtained from William's chip (although what chip could have survived after such a fire?). Why haven't the chips of others been scanned? Are you saying they haven't been preserved? Or did William, in the form of a barely moving zombie, make a copy of his chip?

I'm not asking these questions to show how FNAF 9 is bad! Perhaps this is just a cry from the soul of a fan of the first 6 parts, who hoped to see someone from the old band, at least in the form of small memories…

Sometimes it feels like Scott is ashamed of his first parts. Perhaps he didn't like the story that he himself can't put together…

But I am warmed by memories of bygone days. I still remember how touched I was by the ending of FNAF 6, when Henry in a few words was able to show all his love for his daughter and their fatigue. And at the sight of an old pizzeria in FNAF 9, in which my favorite characters once burned down, the thought arises: "What if they are still here?"

Of course, the last thing I want to think is that Michael, Charlotte and others are still trapped in these piles of metal underground, where there is no chance of getting out, but… I so want to see my favorite characters in a new beautiful shell, at least for a few seconds...

Thank you for reading my thoughts. I think, I'm too much as always xD

(a few sketches of my fav FNAF girls)

(About Blob possessed by Henry, it's just me and my thoughts about plot, don't mind)

[alinalioness]

Background of the FNAF Chapter 11:Let's get acquainted.

The characters in the theater find it difficult to breathe from anxiety.

Little girl:It was so scary that I really want to forget this moment.

Clown:And don't tell me, I was scared of chasing us myself.

Balan:Well, since we're all safe, let's get to know each other.

Freddy:I'll start with an older man. Because he realized that we were harmless. (To old man) How are you?

Old man:Bruce Stone. I recognized you when I was cleaning up the street and saw this.

He took out a poster of Freddy and his friends from his coat, which made everyone wonder.

Bonnie:So that's how you know about us. When we started putting up posters.

Emma:And to be honest, animatronics are not alive here.

Bonnie:Do you have one too?

Leo:Yes, and not only in the pizzeria, but also in the park.

Freddy:But we continue to get to know each other. What are the other people's names?

Firefighter:My name is Eis Glover. I'm a firefighter.

Animatronics:Wow.

Artist:My name is Lucy Wong. I'm a artist.

Clown:I'm Attilio Caccini. I'm a clown.

Blue haired girl:I'm Iben Bia. I'm a seamstress.

Purple-haired man:My name is Cal Suresh. I work in an office and I can play chess.

Little girl:I'm Cass Milligan. (She heard the cat meowing and saw her Kitty Kitty, and took her) And this is my Kitty kitten.

Chica:How cute she is.

Purple-haired woman:I'm Sana Hudson. I work as a forest guard and I like birds.

Green-haired boy:I'm Haoyu Chang. I like everything about the sky and airplanes.

Purple-haired girl:I'm Yuri Brand. I like everything about insects.

Diver:I'm Fiona Demetria. I'm diver.

Farmer:And I'm Jose Gallard. I'm farmer.

Cal:And we are called inhabitants when there are twelve of us.

Foxy:Aren't other people in the city residents?

Leo:They actually call them when they were at wonderworld.

Animatronics:A wonderworld.

Freddy:It sounds mysterious. It's about the fact that once in your city 14 people disappeared who were spoiled and returned from balanced.

Leo, Emma and the inhabitants were surprised by this, realizing that they had disappeared spoiled and returned balanced.

Leo:(Whisper) It seems we left as a legend.

Emma:To be honest, it was us.

Animatronics:You?!

Leo:It's just that I didn't like dancing with someone and I had a fight with my friend.

Emma:I didn't trust when someone was talking about me in whispers.

Jose:I was unhappy that the hurricane had demolished my garden.

Fiona:My friend dolphin accidentally knocked down the balloon without knowing it and I thought he was on purpose.

Yuri:My classmates avoided me because they were afraid of insects.

Haoyu:I couldn't build a functioning plane because I was in a hurry.

Sana:The builders destroyed the forest and the birds flew away, which made me no longer think about them.

Cass:My Kitty ran away and I thought it was my fault she died. But she's alive, as you can see.

Cal:I was a chess champion until I lost and didn't think about winning anymore.

Iben:My parents died, so I was afraid to love someone in order to lose them. But now I am married and have two children. I hope they're okay (Bruce put his hand on her shoulder).

Attilio:I was in love with Mary, but I was afraid to tell her. But I confessed anyway, and I'm married.

Lucy:I ran out of inspiration and painted the same pictures.

Eis:I wanted to become a firefighter, but I didn't think I was afraid of fire.

Bruce:And no one noticed me, because they thought that my efforts were in vain.

Chica:Oh guys, this is terrible.

Bonnie:It's good that you've dealt with these problems.

Foxy:Judging by their problems, they were wary of reality and dreams.

Cal:Something like that.

Freddy:Well, as you know, my name is Freddy and so are my others

Bonnie:And with me.

Chica:Me too.

Foxy:So it is with me.

Freddy:These versions are called Toy, Funtime, Rockstar and Glam Rock. Some animatronics that are unrelated to us have other names.

BB:My name is BB.

JJ:I'm JJ.

Lolbit:Lolbit.

Bon Bon:Bon Bon.

Bonnet:Bonnet.

Mr. Hippo:Mr. Hippo.

Happy Frog:Happy Frog.

Pigpatch:Pigpatch.

Orville:Orville Elephant.

Nedd:Nedd Bear.

El Chip:El Chip.

Music Man:Music Man.

Monty:Monty Gator.

Roxanne:Roxanne Wolf.

Sundrop:Sundrop.

Balan:What wonderful names.

Glam-rock Freddy:Wait, what about the DJ?

Balan:Oh, we almost forgot about him. Fortunately, I decided to get to know one of our friends.

Animatronics:Any more of your friends?

Emma:Yes, they live in wonderworld.

Balan:Which we're just heading to!

Balan led everyone into the hall and put them in the empty seats. He immediately flew up to the top, snapped his fingers and cute fluffy creatures in the form of chicks appeared on the hands of animatronics.

JJ:And who are these cute creatures?

Balan:This is tims. They are the guardians of happiness. And Now the performance (Disappeared)!

Floodlights shine on the stage where Balan stands. He makes a wheel and copies of it appear. They first make an elf tower of themselves, then they make a big circle and go. Later, Leo, Emma and the inhabitants notice the real Balan, who gestures for them to come to him and they went to him.

Bonnie:And you have a great place here. (He noticed that Leo, Emma and the inhabitants are not there) Guys?

Later, a small shadow of Leo appears on the stage, and he has four arms. But it turned out that when he showed up, the extra hands were Emma's. Later, when they spun away from each other, 12 doors appeared where the inhabitants come out.

Sundrop:(He claps his hands joyfully) Ho-ho-ho!

Later, when a flower grows, a Balan comes out of it. He clicks and the animatronics are immediately on the floor and spinning along with Leo, Emma and the inhabitants.

Balan:And now... We're going to Wonderworld!

*The screen turned white*

To be continued...

[amazon160]

(Imma put this here-I’m working on an “official” Wings of Fire and FNaF crossover thingy!! :D)

The pics above are kinda old yet accurate. I usually design my OCs off of a song, or how I feel at the moment. The downfall is that their color palette is somehow pretty similar to other characters I may have in mind...

My brother is always the first to point these out.

He just found it funny that I had one dragon that was pink and (almost) white with blue eyes, and the other was mostly red with green eyes. And the two of them fight a lot. And they took it all up to a burning building and that was when they finally stopped. Also pink and white dragon has a friend who is smol boi who also turns out to be blue.

Yup.

This dude is comparing my babies to my other babies. And he’s....not completely wrong. The last time this happened was in another phase last year when one of my characters looked like the Techno Troll from Trolls:World Tour.

I’m bringing this up because it also brings up some cursed stuff to my brain so stop reading this there is nothing else for you. A h e m.

Pink and white dragon has a crush on purple and black dragon who is a she and they cure each other’s depression. I’ve posted about these two before I still love them.

Red with green eyes dragon has a friend. A brown/orange dragon with bits of white and yellow eyes and has gray and silver spikes coming out.

Dark green dragon with one cracked horn.

By now it seems like I’m basing some of the designs off of FNaF, to be honest, so just to get a kick out of it, that’s why I designed their furry alternatives to see if I’ll get the same reactions on my YouTube channel. It is yet to come *rubs hands together*

[franklyshipping]

Day 25 ~ Christmas 2019 Ego Fanfics

Well.....here we are. The 25th of December, Christmas Day. This isn't a full on fanfic to be honest, this is kind of an epilogue to everything I've posted this month. You're gonna see snippets of everyone on Christmas Day, and so I hope you enjoy it.....let's do it!

TAGGING: @anti-switch-glitch @bim-trimler @bimlee-trimmer @shawn-flynn-the-switch @goog-ler-iplier @robbie-lee-zombie @jack-leeboyman @silvlee-shepherd @yandere-ipli-ler @thehostofleetrature @ed-edlee @google-switchy-red @googlee-oliver @erik-lee-derekson @ericleederekson @googlee-green @thegoodnewsdoctler @doctoripliler @marvin-lee-magician  @marvinleemagician @marvin--the-magnificent @bingy-switch @bingylee @dr-schneeplestein @dr-schneeple-switch @bright-light-mark @kingoflesquirrel @king-of-lee-squirrels @chase-brodlee @darkipli-ler @darkipliler @giggles-and-pink-mustaches @wilford-lee-warfstache @the-authler @the-dapper-switch @its-lee-mad-mike

Plus, all the other characters included that don't have accounts in the community that I'm aware of: Harold B Darrensworth, Blankgameplays, Abe the Detective, Goopiplier, Kinkiplier, Benjamin the Butler, Gooper, Mini Bing, Angelicsepticeye, Angus the Survival Hunter, ~ Isaac Brody, Marceline Brody, Sofia Schneeplestein, Luca Schneeplestein (All first names are NOT CANON, I just made em up) ~ Madpat, Natemare, FNAF Night Guard, District Attorney (Y/N), and Celine ~~~ALSO PLEASE BE AWARE THAT I DON'T HAVE EVERY EGO IN THE TAGS BECAUSE I COULDN'T FIT THEM ALL!

Also, if anyone's interesting....the total word count for the series was 59,546.....wowie....okay, now onto the fic!

So…here we are, the day is at hand…I’m not going to go into detail because y’know, I want to leave them all to it, but I can set the scene for all of you. The main living room is full, and there’s nobody sat on their own…but it’s not overwhelming either. It’s just perfect.

First off, Harold was with Anti, curled up and giggling against his chest as the glitch smirked fondly down at him. Harold had never looked more dishevelled and out of order, but he was so damn happy. Anti had found a spare stream of emerald and silver tinsel, and was using it to tickle around Harold’s ears and neck….at Harold’s request. See, when they’d finally worked as a team, decorating together, and the more and more tinsel Harold felt….the more and more he wondered how it would feel at his tickle spots. Of course, Anti was more than eager to have the chance to tickle Harold again, and so was just enjoying the feeling of the flustered man giggling and squeaking into his chest….it was the most precious sight.

Then there was Bim and Shawn, who were sat with Google Blue and Blank. Shawn was blushing into Bim’s shoulder as Bim rambled on about the beauty of Shawn’s carving at the top of the tree, much to the fond amusement of Blue and Blank. The four of them shared a couch, with Bim, Shawn and Blue sitting, whilst Blank lay atop them with his feet in Google’s lap. Every few moments, as they listened to Bim, Google swiped his fingers up his boyfriend’s feet with a cheeky wink….because why the hell not.

Then we have Robbie and Jackie….surrounded by so much chocolate. So much. Robbie had already eaten so much of it that he was practically vibrating as babbled to and jostled the superhero, filled with giddy joy. Jackie of course was relishing in it, because Robbie was too darn cute and he adored him so much. Also, Jackie had the luxury of Robbie insisting on feeding him chocolates, I mean, how he could he refuse a) such a sweet offer, and b) Robbie’s adorable face? He just couldn’t.

Now, here we have our first cuddle pile consisting of a detective and a VERY snuggly polyamory. Consider Abe adopted. They’d found a particularly comfy rug together, engaging in a cuddly tickle-fest where no one was safe. Host would get tickles as punishment for his board game antics, Silver would get tickles just for being adorable, Yandere would get tickles when they were being a sassy brat, and Abe would get tickled by the whole poly because they loved to gang up on their loved ones. It was adorable.

Now, onto our next cuddle pile on another rug….where we have two blooming couples on our hands. Especially in Eric and Google Green’s case because Eric was insisting on never taking off his flower crown. He was snuggled into Green’s torso and softly nuzzling his core, purring at the warmth and giggling at how Green would twitch and blush. Then there were Google Red and Ed, the former lying on his brother’s legs whilst Ed basically lay upon Red’s whole body. Ed was nuzzling Red’s core, whilst smirking and playing footsie so he could watch his Google turn into flustered little cranberry.

Now, let us have some absolute cuties. In addition to his normal gag, a certain ego (Wilford) had gifted Kink a pair of cute, purple, glittery padded handcuffs….which he was now wearing after being persuaded by the doctor and the, supposedly, innocent android. Now, he was being subjected to the most debilitating, sadistic teases from the doctor in his ear as Oliver teased all his tickle spots, both of them cooing about how vulnerable he was and about how he loved it. They weren’t wrong, and Kink felt like they were the best gifts he could have asked for.

Now, this next group are a subtle group, nestled together on another couch covered in quilts and smiles. Mike was wearing one of Benjamin’s shirts as a pyjama shirt, whilst he fed Benjamin spoonfuls of his experimental festive ice creams. Gingerbread, Candy Cane, Christmas Pudding, there was a whole range…and Benjamin was in heaven. Meanwhile, Jamie was wearing Celine’s shawl over his pyjamas whilst Celine wore his Christmas jumper (which was adorned with a pattern of pocket watches wearing Santa hats). They were holding hands, fingers interlaced and legs entangled as they competed over who could give the tickliest of kisses. This was a contest that was to remain ongoing for a very, very long time.

Now, we have a playful revenge taking place. Mini Bing was squeaking and giggling on the floor in-between two people, encased by an amber mist….a tickling charm no less. Marvin’s eyes gleamed with fondness as he relaxed on the floor with Bing, who was snickering with satisfaction, both at the vengeance and at Marvin’s wonderful assistance. Not only this, but Bing was also playing with Marvin’s long hair because it was absolutely frickin rad and soft….and Marvin certainly didn’t complain.

Now we have our egos of the outdoors, the two angels, the hunter, and the King. King had allowed himself to be coaxed inside, and was happy he’d let it happen….because he’d met so many lovely people, as had his subjects. Some of them were occupying themselves with nuzzling the wings of Angelo and Angie, who were both in happy stitches from it all. The King himself was giggling too, because Angus had decided to playfully try and lick off some of his peanut butter beard, and it was the cutest, giddiest battle of all time.

Here now, we have a father, son, and that son’s newest unlikely godfather. Schneeple was regretting his decision a tad though, because now said godfather (the Author) was sat on top of him and attempting to coach Luca in the arts of tickle torture. However, the little boy was only really interested in giggling his heart out every time his father laughed….so Schneeple was getting wrecked by the Author, but everybody was having a hell of a lot of happy fun. Also, having his daughter Sofia heckling him and teasing him along with Madpat certainly helped….make it even more fun.

We have another father too….also being completely and utterly ganged up on. With Isaac sat on his chest, Mare straddling his waist, and Marceline pinning his hands….it’s made Chase’s face oh so wonderfully vulnerable. Mare was smirking down at the dad as Marceline fluttered her make-up brushes all over Chase’s cheeks, and every time he squealed, Isaac clapped his hands giddily. This was frankly horrendously cute, I think you can all agree.

To a more intimate pair now. Yanan and Guard shared an armchair, and the former was really blushing up a storm. Guard was teasing them, relentlessly purring in their ear about all the ways he was going to tickle them and make them smile and feel all warm and flustered inside. Yanan loved every second. They gasped when he talked about nibbling their ribs for Christmas Dinner they squeaked when he teased about teasing their bare feet….and they squealed and hid in his chest when Guard simply cooed about how much cute mirth he was going to coax from their pretty lips. It was beautiful.

And now, our final group….oh what a myriad. First, we have all the Jims, and a group of Jims I believe is called….a Jim. A Jim of Jims. Well, three of them were clamouring to Dark whilst the youngest blushed. Reporter Jim’s brothers were gushing about the gift album he’d made to Dark, and Dark was just enjoying hearing about such a loving deed….and smirking at the flustered Jim, winking at him occasionally because he was an evil shit who wanted to keep him blushing for as long as possible. There was another young man blushing too, namely Goop….who was being frantically hugged by a squealing Wilford Warfstache who had just opened his lava lamp gift. So much love, so little anxiety.

Then….there’s our guy. Our glob. Our globbins. Our goop. Our gloop. Our goopy. Our Gooper. Going round from ego to ego, person to person, child to child….and being given so much love that he didn’t know what to do with it all. Cuddles, tickles, kisses, nuzzles, pokes, coos, kind words….there was just so much love. However you should know, that Gooper had no festive duties today, the egos had insisted upon it. From chef to Santa to present bearer to comfort giver to cook to organiser….he’d done it all, and now it was time for him to relax and enjoy everything the day had to offer…..and he did. Everyone did.

Well....that's it. I really hope you guys enjoyed this, I know I have. I urge you to please reblog and comment or send me an ask telling me what you thought of this Christmas series....it would honestly mean the world to me. Luv yous xx

[scooperkin]

I've seen someone draw the puppet with muscles (I have the picture on my phone)

Sorry I got a bit carried away with my insight on this and the fnaf characters, style and designs in the form of horror media so it’s long and under readmore

Forgive me for any writing errors, this was written on impulse and I probably won’t look into fleshing it out:

I don’t think there’s anything inherently wrong with art or portrayals of the Puppet with more human-based anatomy features but it’s tiring to see this non-stereotypical gendered entity/child’s toy that isn’t supposed to be presented as anything near human both for the in-universe creative of the children’s imaginations, but also as a horror character that is importantly keep vague because a as a horror character, the unknown of what it could be and it’s odd undefined behavior coupled with this vague humanoid but, UNhuman frame makes it scary to in-universe adults, as well as real fans.

So seeing it so commonly characterized as a shapely-human just ruins the original intent and just takes away my interest in whatever story or fanart is being presented to me. And while this is a personal opinion and really doesn’t matter in what content people should do as if it disinterests me I’ll move on but those who enjoy it will still enjoy it. And there also fan content I’ll still occasionally remain interested that present not just the Puppet but other fnaf characters in campier and, stylistic content; any more serious, spooky, horror or more faithful fan media that has both the Puppet and other FNAF characters portrayed more comfortably artistic light, such as the Puppet having a “motherly” body shape (most likely thanks to Living Tombstone’s FNAF 2 song), as well as Toy Chica’s already feminine body pushed further with more defined features about her body (*ahem* boobies). And notice again how a lot of this is more aimed at the more “feminine” of the cast.

Circus Baby, along with Ballora, are the only animatronics that ends up being drawn straight up as organic entities even when in the presence of their fellow Funtimes, still depicted as their more horrific, robot designs. It’s fine if they’re drawn as regular furries and Baby and Ballora as human women (or little girl), its a chosen style someone chose, and again this isn’t wrong just because I don’t find it interesting enough, it’s not my cup of tea and I move on. But, several times I’ve come to accounter, more organically designed characters often are reduced to basic human features in their design. The Puppet gets curvy, Ballora and Baby get real hair that fluffies and moves organically, Baby herself often made into a tiny cute friendly young girl. The (fixed) Mangle, and Funtime Foxy getting more curves and floof. And don’t even get me started on people who sexualize these characters to the point they’re just human bodies with cartoon heads to just be more comfortable with consuming not safe for work content of them, proving as well these character’s designs, in the long run, don’t matter in this nsfw work, but that’s a different subject on a different type of content for a different day. (And notice how all these characters are feminine? While Scrap Baby can be portrayed as a cute girl in fan content but Molten Freddy is still what he is in the game in his fan content.)

Circus Baby is highlighted by the fact she is a massive robot towering over even the tallest of men, a single eye of her’s can fit two if not four pairs of human eyes in it’s size. Her fingers, thicker than most children’s arms. Is TERRIFYING. And she’s supposed to be. She’s a horror game character. Her scale towers over adults, their parents, the protectors of their children. Her movements are jerky and uncanny, her stare to an older audience member or child can give them the creeps. But ultimately her design–safe, safe for children to run up to, and safe for a child to trust. While her existence and design as a whole in-universe and above the surface is so supposed to be a large child, an older sister, still young enough to play with you but old enough to trust to be alone with. But behind the stage, back underground, that’s not who she really is. I’ve never seen Circus Baby as a giant child as she is seen to the outside world, no because underground, in the darkness she’s kept, we’re shown the real her, the true her. She isn’t some dumb playful child, she is a discerning actor. And her “real” mental age can be debated and discussed among fans, but it’s clear she isn’t an arrogant child. And more specifically for me, I see her depicted as an actress. An actress who’s been conformed to take on this child role both on and off stage. She purposely has a voice higher, she purposely choices her innocent-word structuring. She’s acting, she’s Pretending for the sake of her own safety against this Location she’s in. When even being off character for a moment such as taking a rest off your stage gives you a painful shock. It’s not too unusual as several stars and actors, usually young and more impressionable ones are told to act a certain way even with off-screen. A good example of this is several child stars on the work of Disney Channel original series. They tell their actresses to dress a certain way, to speak in a higher voice, don’t be serious, always smile. Because it earns the trust and love from children viewers better than just, Bella Thorne or Miley Cyrus being her honest self off set to their younger fans. Too risky, keep your voice pitched up. And even though you’re 19 please, please don’t act like it, act younger, the kids won’t ever relate to you if you sound too old, if you act to old. So while Baby and the other Funtimes’ situation is a very exaggerated version of this (no don’t worry no disney stars are getting shocked when they don’t act hard enough) to the point that it’s a horror genre story about it makes sense why this is unsettling as a player and in the Funtimes’ shoes.

So while Baby does everything to keep pretending, this is something Ballora can’t do. Ballora can’t pretend, she refuses. She refuses to pretend when under the surface away from the crowds and people, where she’s alone and can be herself. But she doesn’t get that, she gets shocked and ends up being scooped to “fix” her. Too much free will. Foxy isn’t explored as much but I feel goes through the same trouble as Ballora. And the only one who is seemingly left unpunished is Funtime Freddy, not even getting his own room, just stored somewhere until it’s time for a show. It’s implied he’s either the least sentient out of the cast or the one who acts closest to his original programmed personality. But either reason leaves him unpunished, not locked away for safety and disobedience. He’s unpunished but left alone in a single storage room. But whoops maybe having him follow his programming better than the others wasn’t the best idea. As he gets confused to when he’s on or off stage, when he should be sleeping, forgetting this hug is too tight for a child, or that said child is actually an employee that happened to go into the Breaker Room and is in fact not a birthday boy.

So Baby is unsettling both by design, in context, as well as her history, being created by the infamous William Afton making her again, do things she didn’t want to. So when I see her turned down into cutesy little teen girl or small child, and portrayed as such, I can’t help but again lose interest. And once again this is more of a personal preference, that isn’t how I understood Baby to be, or that she needed to be fixed from a large scary robot to cutesy bab. But it’s how others want it and I step away.

And I know this sounds like I’m going everywhere with this, and barely has to do with your ask, but I fear my post may have been mistaken as I feel this ask is talking about a way people shouldn’t draw or portray the Puppet when I wasn’t trying to say and I’m sorry if it came across that way.

As it stands a muscular portrayal of the Puppet is harmless, and a rarity in re-contributing fan media when compared to the more favored “curvy” puppet design trend. And of course these portrayals are no big deals in the end, and it’s just a preference but, I see more and more young artists following these trends because they seem more normalized. And no it’s not the original artists, of the young artist’s lack of understanding but, the fact that a lot of the fnaf fandom doesn’t treat fnaf like the horror media it is. Which is fine on it’s own, but when it’s brought up, I can’t help but look at a large side of fans like I’m looking at a Happy Tree Friends AMV with a song like this. Yeah Happy Tree Friends is a disturbing creation on it’s own but it’s not because it’s done in seriousness and the fact it’s cutesy IS what makes it disturbing, not any relevance it has to a subject or stories its trying to tell. So paired with a song as intestine and serious in tone as this one just seems…. silly. The editor wanted it to be horrific and scary but with the content at hand… it’s nearly impossible to do and takes a lot of figuring out to make work and only a few horror media can pull it off. And once again maybe this is just a me problem and how I intake content, for me FNAF is a horror story, a tragedy, it keeps you up at night not because the fiction itself is scary, but the contents implied and the contents hinted. Freddy Krueger was a sadistic child murderer in life because it was the evilest and scariest human conduct he could think of. And it’s why it’s so disturbing in FNAF that this ominous purple figure for the first few games was clouded in mystery and terrifying because while Krueger he killed innocent children, the purple figure was scarier over the fact he worked with these children, and he might still have worked with said children and he was Never caught and we didn’t even know his name back then. But we, the player saw him. Then we’re given just his vague actions of not only killing innocent children for no rhyme or reason (and any reasons at the time being just as horrifying )he then“Stuffed the victims in the animatronics” makes you think about how utterly disturbing that is. How did he even manage to do that, how did they not find him, that’s so horrible? And if the Puppet did that, why? The Puppet is vaguely sympathetic or is it? Because why would it do something so disturbing and as horrible as stuffing children into metal suits to the point their blood and organs leaked out, even in the name of “saving” them. It’s still horrible! It’s still tragic!

So when I see attempts at acknowledging in the horror in FNAF I want to give reminders that despite everything, Baby was HORRIFYINGLY big, looked had a cuteness that leaves people with the uncanny feeling of a porcelain doll’s stare. (as well as Ballora’s horrific treats being based off that).

That the Puppet despite everything it’s not a human, and has never been shown to bend in the same way a human can, and when it does move its arms and legs are still stretched out in space as it jumps in to kill you.

And to keep aspects like this when creating fan horror content or original horror content. The simplest of choices are usually the best ones, the feeling of being unable to move while your vague unknown attacker's inch closer and closer, to walk blindly in the dark with dangerous creatures. And in the end of this scary tragedy, or wanting things to be happy again, trying to solve the mystery, trying to make the horrible less horrible, only death awaited. For all of us.

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Nothing Can Keep Us Apart

Fandom: Five Nights at Freddys Characters: Bonnie, Foxy, Chica, Freddy Relationship: Bonnie/reader Request: Can you write a FNAF Bonnie x reader? You can decided the plot. With angst. You glanced out of the drawn curtains, carful no one saw you. Your eyes found your old friends on the other stage, performing for the children. Freddy, Chica and Bonnie. Ever since the managers had closed Pirate Cove, you and your brother Foxy, had been left to rot behind the purple curtain. Your ears twitched on the top of your head as you heard footsteps behind you. “I miss them.” You look down and turning away from the curtain to Foxy who was watching you sadly. “I know, lass. I do, too.” As he spoke, his voice glitches slightly. It was another disadvantage of not being looked after property. To be honest, you didn’t mind too much not being in the public eye any more. It was what had happened just after that broke your heart. Your ‘friends�� no longer seemed to care about you. You couldn’t help but wonder if they missed you just as much as you missed them but then you would remember than none of them would come and see you after close which probably meant they didn’t. Foxy had watched you become more and more withdrawn from the world as time went on and his guilt only grew. He hated seeing you in such a sorry state. It had only been 4 months since they had shut the cove down but the damage was done and more than Foxy knew. He didn’t know how close you had been to Bonnie. No one had known. It was a secret from the start. When the doors closed, you two would sneak into the back rooms together and bolt the door. It still sent a spark of pleasure down your body when you thought of how Bonnie would push you up against the wall, his lips meeting yours in passionate kisses. You thought of all the sweet words he had whispered in your ear as he nipped and kissed your neck. Your heart broke when you remembered how he had vowed never to leave or hurt you. You had believed him. But the second the curtains for Pirates Cove had closed, everything stopped. No one came and spoke to you, not Chica who had been your best friends, not Freddy who had dotted on you since you were the youngest and not Bonnie who you had given your heart to. And now you were left to rot behind this damned curtain, your heart split in two and no one knowing how broken you truly were. A tear cascaded down your cheek as you turned back to look out the curtain once again. It was nearly closing time and people were starting to leave so no one was really paid much attention to your little cove. But your breath caught in your throat as your eyes met Bonnies for the first time in months. You remembered the last time you had looked into his eyes. It had been during a steamy make out session in the back where his hands had been roaming over your body and yours over his. You had been sitting on the table with Bonnie between your legs. You broke the eye contact and turned away, letting the curtain close. No surprise if Bonnie tells on you for opening the curtain. ------------------time skip------------------------- It was around 3AM. You had heard the nightguards screams which meant he was now dead. But the strange thing was the cameras had gone down and were no longer recording. You decided to go out and sit on the stage. You were aloud to wonder around at night but never did. You were too scared of running into your old friends. Foxy staying in pirates cove. He had said he was tired and went to sleep in the back. You sat on the edge of the stage, swinging your legs as you hummed to yourself. “[y/n]?” A familiar voice filled your ears as you looked to your right, seeing Bonnie standing not far away from you, his ears pressed against the back of his head. You didn’t respond to him and turned away from him, expecting him to leave. You heard footsteps approaching which made you flinch. “[y/n]?” He whispered your name and you saw him out the corner of your eye, reaching out a hand to you. You felt his hands brushing against your hair, making you take a deep breath. “Im so sorry.” He whispered, his voice breaking as you saw a tear running down his cheek. You were surprised at this, looking at him with confusion. “I don’t understand.” You said, your voice a little higher than normal. “They said we couldn’t see you or Foxy. They threated to take you apart if we did.” He moved to stand directly in front of you. “So, you didn’t stop coming to see me because you didn’t want to?” You asked, a little dazed at the new information. “No, god no. It broke my heart..” Bonnie wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to the edge of the stage so he could hold you close. You moved your legs apart so he could step between them. You needed his touch. It felt like you hadn’t had any contact in months. How scared had Bonnie been? You tried to put yourself in his shoes. Tried to imagine that you were told you couldn’t see him or they would kill him. You squeezed your eyes shut, knowing you would do the same thing. “You do still care for me?” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close as tears began to prick at your eyes. “Yes, I love you.” He whispered in your ear. That was enough to break you. You started to cry onto his shoulder and he let you. He held you close, gently rubbing your sides as you cried. You had spent so many months feeling lonely, rejected, not loved and now you found out that it wasn’t that way at all. They had done it to protect you and Foxy. “Bonnie.” You whispered, pulling back. You could see the streaks down his cheeks showing he had been crying as well. “Yeah.” He mumbled, his hand running up to push a strand of hair out of your face. “I love you too.” It was the first time either of you had said those words to each other. Bonnies right ear twitched slight before he leaped forward and kissed you desperately. You welcomed the kiss, feeling the need and want behind it. You forgot everything. Everything that had happened over the last few months, every painful moment. All gone in one moment of passion. But it was what you needed. And judging by the way he was kissing you, he needed it too. You pulled away when you heard a noise from the right and looked up to see Chica standing, staring at you both. You blush furiously but then you saw the tears in her eyes and Bonnie moved away from you. You jumped off the stage and started to walk towards her but she ran at you, wrapping her arms around you. “We’re so sorry. We had to. I miss you so so much.” She babbled away, her voice breaking. You and her had been close all your life so it must have just as hard on her as it was on you. “I missed you too.” You whispered in her ear, hearing her let out a long breath of relief. another pair of arms encircled you both and you looked up to see Foxy. He must have over heard what Bonnie had been saying to you and understood what was happening. “Foxy!” Chica wrapped one of her arms around you and one around your brother. You were sure there was something going on between them or there should be. You pulled yourself from the hug, allowing them to embrace each other. You felt a hand on your shoulder and turned to see Freddy. He nodded his head at you, silently asking if you were okay. You nodded and he pulled you into a one armed hug. He then went over to apologies to Foxy. You walked back to Bonnie who was smiling at you. He was quick to take you back into his arms. Foxy, Chica and Freddy walked over to you and Bonnie. “How come you guys can come see us now?” You asked as you and Chica hopped up to perch on the stage. “We made a plan to kill the nightguard and disable to cameras!” Chica said, pointing at the cameras with pride in her voice. “So, will we be able to see you guys again after tonight?” You asked, your voice breaking for fear of the answer. “Of course.” Bonnie pulled you close, easing your worries. You rested your head on his shoulder, looking around as everyone began to talk among their self’s. You knew nothing could ever keep you all apart.