#need other animatronics to do asap

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small fnaf sb drabble

wrote this at like 3 am after imagining chica like one of those photos you see of cats where their eyes glow in the dark menacingly, then it slowly turned into...this lol

point of view is of my fnaf sb self insert, chica eats trash and feels bad, moon is a bastard but just wants to hang out with his friend.

i'm not a writer so keep that in mind, i just really wanted to get this idea out, and it would take too long in comic form

You walk down the second level hallway between Monty Golf and Kids Cove, heading towards Chica's Bakery. You fidget with the lanyard you're wearing, twisting the security badge around in your hand idly.

Hearing a suspicious sound of crunching in the distance, you pause, letting the badge fall against your shirt.

Your eyes dart around, and you slowly make your way towards whatever the noise is, attempting to keep yourself hidden. Right as you’re about to walk out from behind a food cart, the lights go out. ah, right. hourly recharge. 

You quickly peek your head out, trying to find what’s causing the noise, eyes straining as they get used to the dark. Your eyes widen seeing a figure that looks like Chica, hunched over a knocked over garbage bin……eating trash……

god, not again.

You stand up straight, and carefully walk closer, making sure not to trip on anything in the dim lighting. You do your best to make as little noise as possible with your footsteps, thankful that the carpet muffles most of it.

Finally, standing a good 5 feet behind her as she shovels garbage into her mouth, you just, pause. Contemplating why she’s still doing this after supposedly being “fixed” weeks ago. When and how did this behavior start? Why did they give her the need to eat in the first place? Why has management been ignoring this problem for so long?

and why……….why do you keep watching, this is disgusting.

You decide you’ve had enough of watching and listening to her shoving trash down her gullet, and move your hand past your jacket to silently unclip your flashlight from your belt.

Flashlight in your hold, you click it on and shine the light directly on her, informing her of your presence.

“Chica!”

The animatronic's head spins a whole 180 degrees towards you, body still facing away. You wince at the sight. She looks like a wild animal, her eyes reflecting the light of your flashlight, her mouth stuffed with trash from the garbage bin that she was clearly just eating out from. She looks sort of…aggressive? Like a pet getting caught eating something it knows it's not supposed to be eating.

You two stare at each other for a long awkward moment. 

When she finally relaxes a bit her eyes dart back and forth on you, surveying you

“Uh-“

Some chewed up mix of garbage falls out of her beak as her jaw moves

“…..Yes?”

You try not to laugh at that, stifling a smile and managing to keep a straight face. You lower the flashlight so that it's pointing to the floor, closing your eyes, you take in a deep breath. Your shoulders slack and you let out a long sigh, then look at her

“you know you’re supposed to be charging right now, right?”

She comically blinks out of synch, processing the information

“…Oh…oh!”

Chica jolts, and looks around as if she’s just now noticed the darkness the pizzaplex has been engulfed in

“Oh my gosh, you’re right!! Sorry! I just uh…..” 

She glances to the toppled over garbage bin, then back to you. Shrugging sheepishly, she lets out an embarrassed giggle

“……Got distracted?”

You huff and manage a smile, not really that upset with her eating habits, just a little concerned for her. You scratch at your face absentmindedly.

“it’s alright, just... get to the nearest charging station asap, yeah?”

She straightens up, her body rotating to face you. Her mood lifts a bit and she smiles, relieved that you aren’t reprimanding her for her strange habit. Despite that she still seems tense

“Yeah! Of course!”

She struts towards you, eyes lighting up the dark and casting a purple glow over you. Abruptly stopping herself from patting your shoulder, she frowns when realizing how much gunk is on her hands. You look up at her with a soft expression on your face.

"...hey, i'll help you clean up after my patrols if you want, okay?

Chica stays silent, lost in thought as she stares at her messy hand. Her eyes quickly dart between you and her hand for a moment. Then, catching up to the present, her eyes settle on you, and she smiles gratefully.

"...I would, really appreciate that, thank you"

You give her a small smile, and pat her clean arm wordlessly, an attempt to comfort her. It seems to lift her up, as she swiftly regains her peppy composure and remembers her current task

“Right! Charging! Sorry again, see you later, Krissy!”

she gestures a peace sign as she starts walking past you

“mhm, see ya”

You nod your head at the chicken, watching as she hurries towards what is hopefully a charging station, leaving you in the dark. But as she walks further in the distance, you see her form slouch a bit, as if in shame. It tugs at your heartstrings, and you wonder if this is starting to get a little out of control, this eating problem of hers. It’s clearly taking a toll on her, you can tell, no matter how much she tries to hide behind her enthusiastic nature.

You look over at the garbage bin on its side, ultimately deciding to let a staff bot handle it. There's no way you were touching garbage without gloves, and you cringe at the thought.

As your mind wanders you turn around and continue walking to your original destination, Chica’s Bakery. Knowing the path, you turn the flashlight off, keeping it in your hold just in case. You quite enjoy the darkness, along with the bright colors of the neon lights on the ceilings and walls, it's very peaceful. Lost in your thoughts as you continue making your way towards the bakery, only the muffled sound of your footsteps can be heard in the quiet empty pizzaplex.

That and the faint sound of bells.

You immediately freeze right outside the shutter doors, hair standing on edge at the noise. Your ears strain to listen for anything else as you stand completely still. The darkness around you is slowly lit with a red hue, and right behind you, you hear the sounds of something…mechanical.

You spin around and, not expecting Moons face to be inches from yours, you jump and flail backwards, cursing. You lose hold of your flashlight and it thuds on the carpet. How you didn’t feel him so close to you, you had no clue. His body is slouched low to the ground as he snickers at you. Your face feels warm, embarrassed by your reaction

“c'mon moon! the hell?”

You glare at him and ball your hands into fists at your sides, only slightly irritated at his amusement

His chuckling slows and quiets to a stop and he tilts his head, the action causing a creaking sound as he looks at you. god you gotta fix that.

“taking my job?”

His voice filled with mirth, and maybe a bit of mock irritation too. 

You lean over to grab your flashlight off the floor, keeping your eyes on him. Standing up straight attempting to regain your composure, you fail to process what he said

“huh?”

“Chica.”

He says plainly, casually taking a step towards you, still slouched. You don't understand where he's going with this, as he's purposely acting mysterious

“oh”

you say dumbly

“right, she was uh, just kinda there so i….sent her on her way?”

You shrugged awkwardly, thumb fidgeting with the grooves on the flashlight. You can't really tell if he's taking this conversation seriously or not.

Glowing red eyes seem to brighten as he stares at you, his body rigid as he shakes his head creepily.

“didn’t do it correctly.”

You squint at him, tilting your head in confusion.

“…didn’t-…..what do you mean?”

He glares, abruptly walking towards you, and you manage not to flinch. Yet your grip on the flashlight tightens.

“didn’t escort her to a charging station.”

He starts slowly circling around you, like a predator, keeping his gaze locked on you. You turn towards him, making sure to keep your eyes on him. You're really not in the mood for what you think he's planning.

“didn’t make sure she actually got to one.”

His hands twitch a bit, and you glance at them for a brief moment, trying to figure out if he's actually upset or not.

“well, isn’t that your job?”

you instantly regret the quick retort, mentally yelling at yourself for saying it ruder than you meant. wow! way to de-escalate the situation!

Moon stops walking, and just stares at you, alarmingly still. All you can do is look back into his red eyes as you attempt to control your breathing and keep your face emotionless.

Another moment goes by of staring at each other, then a reedy giggle bursts out of his voice box with a glitch. He covers his mouth with a hand -as if that would muffle it- and grips his stomach, his body shaking as if he’s actually laughing. You just stare at him as he laughs at you, wondering what's so funny.

He finally stops laughing and lets out a quiet sigh, mimicking wiping a tear from his eye while holding a hand to his chest. His faceplate quickly tilts toward you.

He lifts his hand, and calmly motions for you to come closer, holding it out as if he wants you to take it.

“c'mere.” 

You grip your flashlight to your chest with both hands, confused at the quick change, not fully trusting his intentions. You purse your lips and squint your eyes at him suspiciously.

“….why?”

He slowly moves a bit closer, crouching to your eye level, trying to appear less intimidating.

“come on...” 

His voice is softer, as if he genuinely means no harm. It could still be a trick though, you've fallen for this before. Stretching his arm towards you he motions again for you to take his hand.

You look down at his hand, then at him, then back at his hand, and think for a moment. You trust him, right?

You let out a sigh through your nose and cautiously lift your right hand.

Moon quickly shakes his head and waves his hand, and you ignore the fact that it slightly startled you. He then points to your left hand, the one that has the fazwatch on it. oh.

He holds out his hand again, and -after switching your hold of the flashlight to your right to make sure he doesn't take it- you carefully place your left hand on his, watching him to see if he'll try anything.

Smoothly shifting closer to you, he gently grabs your arm and gets up into your personal space. He brings your wrist and fazwatch close to his face, and starts fiddling with it. You relax a bit, relieved that he was just messing with you before.

Curious, you try to see what he’s doing as he taps his fingers on the screen, but his huge faceplate is blocking your view

“….what’re you…?”

“shhh...”

He quickly shushes you, faceplate spinning once, and the bell on the end of his hat hits your chest.

"hey!"

You scoff, feigning annoyance, despite it not hurting that much.

Moon hisses in response.

He stops tapping and stares at the screen for a second, then guides your arm up to your face with both hands so you could see what’s on the fazwatch. You wince at the bright screen, your eyes adjusted to the dark. Oh, it’s the useless map of the building you stopped using weeks ago, with...dots on it. Four to be exact, one red, one purple, one green, and one pink. The pink one was further away from the rest, not moving.

You quickly put together that these were the glamrocks in their green rooms, all charging. Except for Chica, who was still loitering in the atrium…ugh.

Moon points to the pink dot, his finger getting too close to your eyes for comfort.

“Chica.”

You bring your arm down to look at him, simultaneously getting his hand further away from your face.

“yea, she’s still not in a charging station...”

You sigh and look at the ceiling, dragging your right hand down the side of your face tiredly. You really were a babysitter to these four. At least now you'll always be able to see their locations on your fazwatch, that's helpful.

You realize Moon still has a hold on your arm as his hands start curling around it, and he gently tugs you closer, getting your attention back on him.

“come with me.”

You look at him for a moment, then turn your head toward the shutter door that separates you from the bakery. You had your own personal reasons for going there besides having to patrol…but...

One of his hands moves from your arm to your other shoulder and he pulls you even closer. He stand a little taller, so that his face is right in front of yours

“could be funny...”

You lift your eyebrows in interest, eyes darting to him for a second but you keep facing towards the shutter. Hmmm, knowing Moon, it could be funny…

“help me do my job?”

He requests, calling back your previous statement. Man he really wants you to come with him, huh?

“…hmmmmmmmmm....”

You draw out a long hum, and turn towards him somewhat, still not looking at him. You wait for whatever he’ll do to try and convince you to go with him.

Moon's hands squeeze you, he tilts his head to the side, and your eyes are immediately drawn to him.

“pretty please?”

ah shit, you can't say no to that

“....hmmmmmmm okaaay…”

You huff, reluctantly agreeing to accompany him.

You hear a mechanical rumbling noise coming from his chest, and he straightens his posture, looking pleased. His hand engulfs yours as he quickly grabs it, clearly thrilled to be able to spend time with you.

You roll your eyes and fail to hide a smile as he happily drags you through the dark building, away from Chica's Bakery.

[muzzlemouths]

Prompt: Hypothermic

Moon centric // Wordcount: 2407

You can recall the exact decisions that brought you to this point.

It started with a favor. Your coworker had a family emergency and needed to be out of there ASAP, but with an hour left to their shift, and no reason to expect that the company would honor the need behind their sudden departure, they were left with no other choice but to drop the remaining duties onto someone else.

You had generously offered to take on said responsibilities - after all, you had only just clocked out, and the required tasks could be done in a cinch. Off the clock, of course, so management wasn’t on your ass about overtime.

That was mistake number one.

Your second mistake came in the form of a locked door and pure, unadulterated stupidity.

The assignment had been simple; locate the walk-in freezer, find a spare bag of ice, and bring it to the food court. Easy. It was your last task of the night and there was absolutely, positively, no way you could fuck it up.

That brings you back to the here and now, where you stand blank-faced behind a solid, steel door, locked up tight from the outside, with no way out in sight.

You hadn’t bothered to prop the door open. In your defense, you didn’t think that was ever something you would need to even consider. Why bother installing a door - a door to a room that had the potential to make fucking employee-popsicles - that for some forsaken reason locked from the outside?

But this was Fazco. you were talking about. The number of poor design choices ranging from infrastructure to animatronic virus protection was so grand it exceeded the fingers on both hands. Of course they would design a freezer that turned into a deathtrap. Why make things easy for you? When have they ever!

Rant aside, you were in some serious trouble.

Your fists, pink and tender, ached with the force at which you beat them against the door and shook at the handle, your fingers having already gone numb, and trembling for another reason entirely.

Did you know most industrial freezers are kept at 0 Fahrenheit? That’s -17 Celsius. Thirty-two degrees under what is required to make snow.

You don’t have a jacket. Hell, you don’t even have long sleeves. You’re wearing the company uniform - a crew neck, polyester - and some old jeans. The forecast called for a steady breeze, not the fucking arctic plains.

Panicking won’t do you any good. You tell yourself this, mumbling it between chattering teeth, like a mantra, long after you’ve already given panic a fair shot. The panic came first from the very moment you realized you were trapped, only increasing when a failed attempt to call for help revealed that service wasn’t available in the deep freeze. Now it was time to be cool headed (pun intended), or you faced a near zero chance of escaping with your life.

Funny. You had always assumed, in the back of your mind, that your final breaths would be taken by this stupid company. But certainly not like this. Not by becoming freezer food.

No, think! You can’t afford to dawdle, not now, when the clock is already tick-tick-ticking away. You pace in circles, taking up the entirety of the 6'x 6' space, until remembering that movement increased blood-flow to your extremities and that warmth wasn’t coming back. So you sit, instead, regardless of how cold the floor is against your ass, and you put all of your remaining energy (what’s left of it, dwindling by the minute) into figuring out a proper plan.

You don’t have any medical knowledge beyond the first-aid training the pizzeria requires upon hiring, but you do have a handful of useless history knowledge - useless until today, that is. You pour over any detail from the books that might save you here and then recall a horrifying piece of trivia from your brief obsession with the Titanic; survivors had been cast into water that was 28 degrees, with the longest average of survival being forty-five minutes, and the shortest being only fifteen.

You sat in air twenty-eight degrees cooler. The clock in your phone tells you that five minutes have already passed. There is no life boat coming to your rescue.

Okay, so that information doesn’t exactly help your situation. If anything, it only rouses your panic into its second stage, and it takes everything to keep yourself from adding hyperventilation to your list of worries.

Speaking of symptoms, you were feeling your fair share of those already.

Shivering, obviously, pale fingers and exhaustion to name a few more, shallow breath, to boot, but that may be the panic. Though you try and try again to press your fingers to your wrist you come back short every time, your heart is screaming but your pulse is practically nonexistent, a bad sign to say the least.

You haven’t felt the urge to rip your clothes off, yet. You have that going for you if nothing else.

Another minute passes. Six in total. You find yourself leaning against the icy door despite the chill it brings to your already cold skin, if only from a lack of energy to keep yourself upright any longer. The breath forming in front of you feels like the warmest part of yourself right now, and slowly, doubtlessly, you feel yourself waning. Growing slow. Growing stiff.

You again try your phone, its 26% battery staring back at you uselessly. The call doesn’t go through, and neither do the texts. The back of your hand slams against metal in a another futile attempt to gain the attention of someone, anyone, who might be passing by. Again, and again, and again. Nothing. Your knuckles come back bloody and raw.

Something coils in your chest - terror and nausea all at once - it’s let out as a scream that echoes against the walls of this closed-in room and does not escape beyond it. You clocked out half an hour ago, the pizzeria having already closed before then. As far as your fellow coworkers are concerned you had already long since headed home. There stood no reason to check the kitchens or question your absence at all.

You are going to die here.

The thought doesn’t alarm you as much as it should. That realization in itself, however, does send some fickle wave of concern through your nerves, though there’s little energy remaining to do anything about it. Eight minutes have now passed since the door locked behind you. Thoughts come slow if at all, and your cries for help - slurring, now, you laxly notice - eventually fall silent.

Your hands run once over the goosebumps in a last ditch attempt to find some heat and you now realize, with a faint and humorless laugh, that even your shivering has come to a stop. A bad sign. The worst yet. Your world begins to fade one shadowy star before your eyes at a time.

Then comes the tapping. Nails on metal. Deliriously, you stare down at your own hands to see if you’re the one doing it, only to find them still wound tight around your elbows. The curious sound repeats, and then the door–

It opens.

Your body, still tucked in on itself, drifts forward all together with the weight of the metal as it’s drawn wide. And who enters next and stares down at you other than the man of the hour himself. Moon fucking drop. You’ve never been happier to see him.

At the same time, you think you’d rather take freezing to death.

“Breaks aren’t extended by hiding in freezers,” he says with a sneer, but it’s cut short, the smile wiped right off his stupid little face, and for a moment you swear you see his eyes change. Maybe it’s the delirium, but you see blue. For the very first time you see blue. And then he blinks, and the red returns, and he’s bending at the waist and shoving a cold hand against your forehead. “Bad.” Is all he says, whispered still. You don’t try to stop your laughter.

“Y-Yeah,” a cough escapes you, dry and heaving, “‘s real bad. C’n you help meyup?” You can’t believe the jumbled words even as they escape your dry, paling lips. Never before have you asked him for help, and hopefully, the occasion would be a first and a last. You expect nothing but mockery from him at the show of vulnerability.

Yet he bends ever further, bypassing your weakly extended hand all together in favor of gathering you into his arms. It’s awkward, at first, a hasty grab under your armpits that would have you squirming were it not for the cold stiffness in your limbs, and you hate to admit it, but the way he cradles you after - one hand tucked under your backside and the other pressed flat to your shoulders - it makes you relent. Your head falls against his shoulder with an effortless thud, and your arms wrap around him, feeling secure as they do so, the only thing on your mind being how warm he feels in that moment.

Before your eyes can fall shut completely you see him heading for the front entrance, and the confusion that realization carries with it stirs you from the seven layers of brain fog only enough to question him, “Wh’r we going?”

“Management,” the word is hissed, said flat, “hospital.”

“Wh’t?” That, if nothing else, brings you back to full attention. As much of it as the fog can spare, anyway. “Put me d’wn, ‘m fine,” you wade through layers of breaching unconsciousness to get the words out, and clearly, he doesn’t buy it, not even slowing to them, “Moon, don’t,” you try more insistently, “Please, I c’nt afford it. ‘ll be f-fine.”

This time, he slows to a stop, staring down at you with uncertainty. “Bad.” He repeats again, “Too cold.” The hand at your back raises to press sweetly against your forehead once more, “Hypothermic.”

His eyes scan the room, flickering back and forth before settling on a stream of light in the distance, and you watch him consider.

“No,” you coerce your head into shaking, the weight of it feeling like a slab of concrete on your neck, “n’t Sun either, he’ll j’st freak out.” Sluggishly, your head lifts to a point where you can kind of see his face, “I just need’a blanket, tha’s all.” Then, with a smile (albeit forced, and obvious about it), you add some cheek, “you’re good a’ blanket stuff, right, starboy?”

The way he stiffens around you signals your success. If nothing else, taking advantage of his attitude and making it conductive to your own needs remains one of your finest skills, and a habit you would milk until it inevitably came back to bite - or perhaps in Moon’s case - kill you. Today, however, he appears willing to cave, acting as if he’s truly worried about you. And maybe he is. But that was a question to pick apart another day.

For now, he seems fit to listen to your pleas, and you’re swept off to the daycare, instead.

It’s engulfed in darkness upon entering, as to be expected. Moon’s eyes cast an eerie red glow as he carries you further into the room. Bracing you firmly against him, he crouches by a chest of blankets and begins to pull one out, only to abandon the effort and instead take hold of the trunk’s side handle, dragging the heavy thing all the way to a corner fitted with bean bags and a crate of stuffed animals.

It’s here where he settles with you still in his arms, falling into a particularly large bean bag with a loud and tired sigh, and soon after reaching in for the chest again and drawing the cover away. While one hand stays snug around your waist, the other brings a patchwork blanket over your body, tucking it against your neck and shoulders, then he dives back in for a second blanket, and then a third, thoroughly nesting you beneath each one.

There’s little else for him to do here. He isn’t a doctor, he has no tools, no methods of getting heat into your body at a speed that’s more appropriate, so he goes about it the old fashioned way.

His other arm dips beneath the covers and together, both hands sooth over your exposed skin, drawing natural heat to the surface with careful, measured touches that feel like hellfire on your skin, but only briefly.

At one point he tugs at the hem of your shirt, and you smile into his chest, still somewhat loopy, “You aren’t gett’ng it off,” you tell him, all but mumbling, “I d’nt care how much it might help.”

“Cheeky,” comes his swift reply, “Just checking.”

“F’r what?”

“That they aren’t wet,” he says, “I don’t know how long you were trapped.”

“Mm,” your eyes fall shut again, “too long,” you say, “but ‘s fine now.”

He makes a noise in the back of his throat, muttering something that you don’t quite catch. Before you can bring it up, however, his hands distracted you, moving down your spine in soothing circles and then dipping kindly beneath your shirt, his palm flattening against the bare small of your back. “You should be more careful,” he says.

Your head lolls to the side, making an effort to look up at him once more, and you smile with a tease, “What, were you worried ab’t me?”

“Yes.”

Oh. The sass dies on your tongue.

When you smile again, this time, it’s something genuine, “Good thing you came to my rescue, then.” your eyes flutter closed, the weight of them too much to bear, “m g’nna take a little nap, okay?”

In the morning you’ll realize. Your words will come back to haunt you, and your willingness to let your guard down with him won’t go unnoticed. But tonight, you are content to stay just like this. Moon tucks his chin over your head and holds you in a way that makes you feel safe, nestled between three layers of blanket and a chest that plays you lullabies.

“You’re drinking some tea when you wake up,” he chides - but it’s soft, a whisper against your ear, followed by an exhale, you feel him smile against your head. “Nighty night,” he lulls.

Your heart beats warmly against his chest.

[loopscereal]

i need to know what happened between golden and freddy.... i also need to know more about golden in general. anything. i love them

heheheh hi chocooo im so glad youre curious :3 this is very fun. uh. first i must say: golden didnt do jack 👹 freddys just an insufferable bastard 👹👹👹 also you're. making it hard not to impulsively start the AU blog... god /light hearted, positive, half-joking

sorry for not answering asap i wanted to answe it a billion different ways but here u go ig lol

“loops i swear to god if this is an animal thing again”

its an animal thing yall. Im kidding. Its only partly an animal thing. the folloring screenshots are form my Friends With You and Zombie boards!

In these screenshots above we see Golden introducing themselves, and Freddy's reaction. Their name means Gold in english, AU on the periodic table, their favorite number is seven, and that's fine. Then their other speech bubbles start turning red. They say they like to sing, that they're nonbinary, and that they're an Andean/spectacled bear. Then we see Freddy's face. Something is bothering him, and its those things Golden said about themself.

1. The singing.

Some background. Golden didn't join the animatronics off the bat, they weren't in the group until ALMOST a week after Freddy was integrated.

He already had background on guitar, but he was going to be the voice, was looking forward to being in that role. He didn't present himself as really desiring the role, and was genuinely internally conflicted about it. He doesn't want to stand out, he cant let himself stand out, he's already failing so hard by being in a band, and yet. He does want to take this, he does want to be in this role, but he keeps making up excuses as to why he shouldn't, why he can't be the singer. Freddy sings, privately, and he downplayed his debilitated passively to the animatronics. Both singing and guitar. Saying that they could surely find a better singer in no time, and that he could very much settle as second guitar, and in fact should be, he can't complete with Bonnie, its not even a question. ^^ He's fine being outshines, he thinks should be. He's most comfortable in the shadows.

The animatronics respond with. "Okay, we won't force you to be the singer, we will try seeing if anyone else is interested, but you're the only one of us with some basics in it, and this whole band is for fun, and we don't care if you kinda suck. We kinda suck, were all learning together, being dedicated is all that matters you don't have to be amazing out the gate." (they don't say exactly that, but that's what they're tying to say lol.) Anyways They make a deal that if the week passes and they haven't found a singer that Freddy should be their voice by virtue of having some background in it. Freddy agrees to this, and quietly hopes the week passes with 'no luck' in finding a singer. He wont say what he wants, and just hopes the path of least resistant allows him it have this, even if hes conflicted about it.

Then Golden appears before the week ends. Saying they can sing, and the animatronics are all like. Oh wow this is perfect lmao in the nick of time haha.

I give all that context because i wanna make it so clear that Golden didn't take this from Freddy. Golden came in with Fox, without any intent of joining the band at all! They just introduced themself with their usual intro (they've got a script) which happens to include the fact that they like to sing.

Golden learns that Freddy has some background, that Freddy was gonna be the voice if they didn't find anyone before the end of the week. They say that they don't want to take this from Freddy if he wants the role as singer, since Freddy was here first. Freddy assured that Golden's a better fit with more experience. Golden offers that they both be the singers. Freddy declines and says he can stick with 2nd guitar. He's better at guitar than singing anyway.

Freddy chose to let this go.

Regardless of what Freddy said, Golden catches Freddy quietly singing along to their songs on more than one occasion, and just acting odd around them. After Freddy makes eye-contact with golden in the scene above, we see that he messed up his playing, apologizes to the animatronics, ad excuses himself. Of course Golden is going to notice that and make a mental note of it. They don't want to assume anything, they don't want to make up what-ifs, they don't want Freddy to be uncomfortable in the band, so what do they do?

They reach out like a normal person.

They did try to brush this off as some fluke they were seeing, but consistent instances convinced them something up, and they were just. confused? Slight agitated by not knowing what the hell is going on between them, what they did to upset Freddy, since the others mannerisms seem to clearly show a response to Golden in particular. How Fox acts when Golden has tries to approach Freddy about it, as if he fucking knows smth that they don't. They don't like being out of the info loop. They don't like being in messed they didn't know they were in! They'd like to resolve this.

Freddy ghosts them for as long as he can. But eventually comes a day where the animatronics all agree to hang out outside of school someday, and Freddy who had previously agreed to it is baking the hell out without telling anyone because he doesn't want to be confronted by Golden.

But golden shows up outside Freddy n Fred's. "I'm picking you up." Silly. Anyways Freddy cant get out of this now! Snap under the slighted bit of pressure you fool. Freddy says to give him a minute as he gets ready, then gets in the car.

Golden asks if the discomfort they're detecting From Freddy stems from them 'taking' the role of the bands singer. Freddy says it isn't.

Golden then follows up, slightly more annoyed? i don't really know what this sentiment is called. They're a bit tired. They ask if Freddy is bothered by Golden's nonbinary identity, since it's something people often find issue with. If the singing isn't a problem, then they naturally ask if the issue is the one thing people always question and complain about. Freddy interrupts them, in this. Not saying no, but responding with another question.

"Why do you pretend you don't know, who's to blame." Then motions to himself. He's asking why Golden is think they did anything at all. Saying they didn't do anything, that its a 'him issue'. He's to blame, the cause of his own problem, and Golden hasn't done anything to upset him. Golden's confused by this. Despite trying not to make things up, despite trying not to assume whats wrong, between the times the noticed something was upsetting Freddy, that he was uncomfortable, they had caught all these moments and attached them to themself. Lightly assuming they were the cause. So its surprising and confusing to hear "You didn't do anything, I did this to myself. You're fine, you're perfect, it's me and my head. Its not you at all"

They arrive outside Golden's house entrance (the gate) now, getting off the car then talking more now that they're out and on foot.

Freddy doesn't address how the singing does bother him, nor Golden's nonbinary identity.

2. Golden being Nonbinary

Why the hell would Golden being Nb bother Freddy? How the hell does that affect you dude? Whats wrong with you? Golden is out, Golden knows their identity, they're relatively androgynous as well, their family knows, the school lets them bring a unique uniform to school because of their family, they wear a nonbinary pin all the time. They know they're nonbinary, and tell people as such.

Freddy is. SO damn envious. Envious that they're androgynous, envious that the school allows them to present how they want, that they've told their family, that their family is seemingly clearly supportive of their identity. Envious that they dress in the way that makes them happy, that they're openly nonbinary its one of the first things they'll tell you about themselves.

Freddy's so envious and bothered that Golden seems so fucking sure. So sure of themselves and of their identity. They know they're nonbinary, they know their identity.

Freddy fucking doesn't. He's transmasc, and the only reason the animatronics know Freddy as male is because he misspoke. It was an accident he was too nervous to 'correct' himself on in the moment and refused to correct because 'it would be weird now'. Doesn't accept that he likes how hes refereed to with the band, makes excuses as to why he can't 'correct' them, god knows he wont tell his mom, especially when he isn't even sure. Hes going through hoops. Gender questioning crisis and also in denial and just generally fighting himself about it, and is PISSED some other person dares be chill about themself and confident in their identity. Envious of their certainty, pissed that they know.

lmao. get over it i hate him.

ANYWAY. The final thing.

3. Golden being an Andeadn bear.

jesus christ be normal you freak ass bear

Golden is an inland Andean bear. Freddy is a coastal Grizzly bear.

Now what the hell does that mean? It should be nothing! IT should be nothing because your animal isn't all thaaaat important to most people. Freddy is not most people. He's a fucking Grizzly bear. That feels pretty fuckin important. Why is that important? Why cant you be normal you fuck freak?

Uh. growing up, Freddy has had it drilled into his head that he as a bear is an inherit danger to others, to watch himself for the sake of others, that he can hurt people if he isn’t careful. People were always weary of him, even as a child.

He’s a grizzly bear, even a cub can be lethal, some might argue they're more dangerous due to unrefined motor-control.

This upset him greatly, he couldn’t just have fun as a child without getting told to be careful for the sake of the people he wanted to play with. He was already pretty reserved, awkward, and distant in a personality sense, and that gave him enough trouble connecting to people.

being a bear is important, being a bear matters, being a patter shapes how he presents himself and how he acts with people and how he had to do double to look half as safe to be around.

Golden is an andean bear.

The total average spectacled bear is about 5.3 ft/161cm. It's mostly an herbivore, it's average diet is 5-7% meat, they aren't territorial. How do they react with humans or other bears? Docile, cautious, but docile unless their babies are near. They're called "spectacled bear" or "oso de anteojos" because aw their fur pattern makes them look like they're wearing glasses! They don't hibernate since the Andes mountains are near the equator and don't experience those seasonal changes. Their weight and length/height varies between sexes, over all length is 120-200cm, "Males can weigh from 100 to 200 kg (220 to 440 lb), and females can weigh from 35 to 82 kg (77 to 181 lb)" (Wikipedia. i trust it too much for my own good. I'm writing this as 2am lol) and guess who's on hormone blockers baybeeeee. Sorry Golden is so small compared tot he other bears.

Anyway, do you know how many Andean bear attacks their are every year? Fucking NONE. at least none i can find. Wikipedia says there one reported death, but when i try searching it firefox talking about spectacled bears escaping their enclosure, or BEING killed, cause they're ENDANGERED, due to poaching! They aren't perceived as threats, people see them in the streets (irl) and toss em fruit. they are found sleeping in trees in public, they aren't perceives as a threat. They're glorified dogs.

Then there's Grizzlies.

Do I need to explain this? Do i need to explain how polar fucking opposite an andean bear is from a grizzly? Well im GONNA.

The average Grizzly bear is about 6.5 ft/198cm. They're omnivores, they're known to take down big animals like moose, gown ones!! Thought ofc they're more likely to take the babies/younger version of larger animals cause its just. easier. They eat fish, they scavenge remains, they eat birds and their eggs, even dangerous birds like eagles. their total average length/height is 198 -240 cm. (6.4-7.8ft) Their diet is 10-20% meat, they ARE territorial, very territorial. Relation with humans and other bears? Are you kidding? Their name means grizzled, fearsome, gruesome, "horrible bear" for a reason. They have range across all of north america, and i previously mentioned Golden being inland and Freddy being coastal. Inland bears tend to be smaller by a good amount compared to coastal bears, just across all of them, since coast means a lot of food. THey hubernate, they ARE perceived as dangerous, they have an entire weapon created tot ake them down (bear trap) and what it does is imobilize and incapacitate them, not kill the, A bear trap has the same force a bears jaw typically has. Fitting huh? Why wouldnt you use a gun? Brown and black (not to mention polar, biggest of them all) bears can tank bulletes! their skin is thick, their body is sturdy! Its common to hear people say "if youre faced with a grizzly, and you have a gun, you are best off aiming at yourself" THATS. HELLO? JEsus christ lol.

Freddy confesses how much he compared the two of them, he and Golden, their bears, he doesn't go deeply into it because he's aware how weird it sounds to be so focused on their animal. But he talks about it, how he feels like this big, terrible thing in comparison, struggles he has as a bear, seeing golden have basically none of those issues kinda ! sucks! He wishes he could be a teddy bear, he wishes he could be more like Golden. Less of an inherit threat.

"And i can tell you really love me"

Golden can tell Freddy's being really honest wit this, that he really means it, that he's really opening up, that the two of them are genuinely getting somewhere, genuinely at the start of a resolution. They can tell Freddy cares, in some way, because 'this whole time it want the discomfort i thought it was, he clearly has been trying to put his way of thinking away, his way of letting animal dictate his life is overwhelming and its weird but admirable that he's kept it away.

Golden assures Freddy that he's more than just his animal, sure if affects aspects of their lived, that Freddy doesn't come off half as threatening as he thinks he does. That they see him as a person and not just a bear.

This rings hollow to Freddy.

But he says hes really, very, sorry, for making things weird and uncomfortable. They he's trying to get rid of that way o thinking, it was drilled into him, and he's trying ti shake it off. "can you tell I'm really sorry?" Can you tell I'm very sorry

"Can you tell I'm really sorry?" Can you tell I'm actually sorry? Can you tell I meant it at all?

He switched with Fred, so they can pretend like that conversation resolved anything on Freddys end.

Long story short Golden didn't do shit other than exist, Freddy's an envious bastard. if you made it all this way here's some Golden fun facts i didn't finish but tried to make for this post. Also so sorry if this ended up sounding so Freddy cnetric, Golden genuinly didnt have that much of a fucking problem with Freddy.

i didn't finish theeeese. if you cant read my writing FAIR. iiiiii just ask and ill transcribe what they say. heart emoji.

i probably missed something,,, if i missed smth and remeber ill add it in the comments.

anyways thank you times a billion for the ask choco!! i love this interactive stuff i love talking to you guys i love this little community of our :D you all are always welcome to send me asks and message me whatever whenever! 💞💞💞 ive never had so much fun in the internet, adore you all fnafhsblr :3 my beloved neighbors

[neblina-magico]

Chapter 1

Sleeping In The Sun

You were desperate for a job so you applied to be the daycare Attendants handler! you have no clue what you're signing yourself into but at least you don't have to pay rent now!

Moon hates you, Sun doesn't know how to feel about you and you're just trying to survive.

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I haven't written fanfiction in years so bear with me on this. Any support is accepted. It's gonna be hella angsty before yall get the comfort.

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“Thank you for your time, we'll call you back if you get the job -beep-”

I sigh and slump down into my chair. Only a week ago I lost my last job and so the desperation to get a job was crazy high. Luckily in my desperation and searching the web I found a job at this major big-shot Pizza Plex that's a good 20-minute drive from my house. On the job description, it said that they needed someone who would monitor and aid the daycare attendant 24/7 or something like that. Hell! I half-assed that interview, I mean I didn't lie about having experience with taking care of children and having a bachelor’s in mechanical engineering but the whole “I can do well under pressure" and "I'm a very organized and calm person!” is all bullshit.

Either way, I guess I'll have to wait to get this goddamn call back for the job, I just wish they included more in the job description. I would have loved to know more about what I'm possibly walking my pitiful ass into.

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3 DAYS! 3 days of walking around my apartment and lodging around eating bowls of popcorn and being an iPad kid on my couch. I'm being dramatic, it wasn't that long but still, it felt like an eternity. Just like how it feels like an eternity hearing this lady talk about the job.

“-and unlike most jobs at the pizza plex you'll be required to move into the building itself. Now don't worry, you will be provided with all your essentials and all expenses are going to be covered by the company. You'll be personally in charge of any repairs and upgrades for the daycare attendants but also in charge of helping them at the daycare. In that case, you'll be given a specific uniform for when you're at the daycare. Now the reason why you are instructed to move into the building is because the daycare attendants also work as a nightguard and due to that fact the higher-ups thought it'll be appropriate for you to be present and ready to work at all hours of the day. Personally, that sounds like one hell of a job, especially with the past incidents at the pizza plex but whatever the higher-ups want I have to follow suit. We will be sending over some moving cars later tonight so please pack up everything you wish to be transferred with you. They built this pretty neat housing area under the daycare, it's soundproof and shit and has really great security so you'll be safe at night, but I've been inside and it's really spaces. So yeah you start your job two days from now, I suggest moving in tomorrow morning, your security key and such should already be in your mail so you should go check that after this call. Welcome back to Fazbear Entertainment I guess. Oh and before this call I'd like to inform you that the other animatronics tend to get pretty quirky at times. Have a good day!”

What. The. Actual. Fuck. was that. That was an info dump for sure and what the hell does she mean “the other animatronics tend to get pretty quirky at times.” the hell? I need some coffee asap, this is not how I thought I'd be woken up with. Lemme make a quick mental note of all the shit I have to do today; Make myself a cup of liquid gold, pick up my fucking security card from my mailbox, and pack all my shit. Exciting.

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Thank you for reading!! Chapter 2 should be out soon. I’ll only be updating once ever three week.

[angelofrainfrogs]

We Can Save Them, Superstar: Ch. 7

Fandoms: Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: Gregory’s on a mission to save everyone he can in the Pizzaplex—even those that have already left this mortal plane. With the sudden return of Vanessa, it seems some lingering questions may finally be answered. But of course, nothing is easy when it comes to William Afton and his convoluted plots. To accomplish his mission, Gregory will need to work with his new friends and family… and some old, startlingly familiar faces, too.

Chapter Summary: Bonnie finally gets to confront Vanessa and give her a piece of his mind. More progress is made finding the kids' items, and the group is one step closer to freeing them once and for all.

Rating: T

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45578011/chapters/132772210

As Bonnie and Freddy entered, Vanessa's eyes simply widened. Rather than being surprised by his appearance, she seemed to start adding together more pieces of her missing memory.

“Bonnie…?” she questioned slowly, staring up at the animatronic. Her last memory of Bonnie was having him meet with Monty, only to order the gator to attack him. They would then leave him in the basement after dismantling him for parts, where he’d stay for who knows how long. The more she stared, the more she realized Bonnie was not at all happy with her.

“That’s right,” Bonnie confirmed with a nod, taking a step towards her. Thomas retreated to the far corner of the office, eyes wide, not willing to get in the middle of this at all.

“Bonnie…” Freddy warned, reaching out a half-hearted hand to stop him.

“You, ma’am, have done some horrendous things,” Bonnie continued, taking another step forward. “I didn’t know how I’d react to seeing you, honestly, but… you’re so pathetic, you’re not even worth wasting my voice box on.”

He turned away with nothing but ice in his deep red eyes.

All Vanessa could do was sit still and take it. Even though there was no physical attack, Bonnie’s words stung as if he’d gouged her face with deceptively sharp claws. Vanessa squeezed her fists, trying her best to ignore the throbbing headache coming on from the stress of it all.  

“I didn't do anything! If you're blaming me, then why don't you blame Monty for what happened?!” Vanessa shouted back, her cool demeanor breaking. “You don't think I feel guilty?! It's not like I wanted to do any of this! I didn't even remember it! Monty, Chica, and Roxy don't remember attacking Gregory either, so why not get angry with them? Is it because Gregory was already dead?!”

After the outburst, Vanessa lowered her head. She was frustrated, but she understood why they were angry. After all, she was still alive.

“How dare you speak of my friends like that?!” Freddy snapped, his flimsy resolve breaking. Bonnie quickly shuffled away—when Freddy was angry, no one was safe.

“Oh fuck,” Thomas muttered, scrambling to get his walkie-talkie. “Leon, get your ass over here now! The bear’s pissed and I need backup asap!”

Freddy stood to his full height, fists clenched at his sides as he towered over Vanessa. It was taking all of his willpower not to rip her to shreds—or at the very least, take a bite out of her now-bloodied face.

“Do you know how hard it was for me to resist exacting my own revenge the second I saw you in that hallway?” Freddy asked coldly. “It was because of Gregory that I didn’t, so consider yourself lucky—as you know, we animatronics are more than capable of tearing apart tiny humans like you.” His eyes narrowed even further. “I have vouched for you to the others this whole time, telling them you were not in your right mind—we all were in that stage at one point and we all hurt Gregory! But, like it or not, it was your body that sent out that virus and your hand held the knife—William’s influence be damned! So, unfortunately, you are the one to blame right now! Children are dead because of you!”

Vanessa watched as Freddy stepped closer, standing her ground... Somewhat. She certainly poked the sleeping bear, and now she'd possibly pay the price.

Was she scared? Absolutely. But she was too damn stubborn to back down now.

“Why are you blaming me when I was under control?!” she replied, furrowing her brows. "If you're going to just throw me under the bus and label me a heartless child murderer when I was out of it the entire time, then maybe you can go to William instead. Ask him to help you with the rest of the fucking ritual yourself and just off me or whatever!”

“Hey, hey!” Leon appeared at the door, clearly out of breath from how fast he was running. “What's going on?!”

“Oh, nothing. Just me being the super-evil child murdering bitch trying to form some scheming plan to kill more children, or whatever the fuck you think I'm doing,” Vanessa grumbled, slouching back in her chair.

“They’re gonna kill her!” Thomas exclaimed, pointing to Freddy and Bonnie. He wasn’t as concerned with this fact in itself as much as the timing of everything. “They’re gonna kill her before we can reverse the ritual and then we’re gonna have to find William—”

“We are not going to kill her,” Freddy snapped, glaring at the guard so hard he began to whimper. “I refuse to have any dealings with that… that bastard of a creature known as William until we are ready to kill him!”

“Oh god, Freddy cursed…,” Thomas muttered, raking his fingers down his face. “We’re all fucked now!”

Leon felt a bit lightheaded, in all honestly. He leaned into Thomas, watching the bear like a hawk. “If it gets to be too much, I'll grab his left arm and you grab the right.”

“And forgive us for being cautious,” Freddy continued, turning back to Vanessa and completely ignoring the other guards. “We still do not know how you were infected by William, so we cannot risk you falling under his control again. As I stated, I have tried to vouch for you—at least, the state you are in now.”

Freddy clenched his teeth, breathing a heavy sigh.

“I know you and ‘Vanny’ are not quite the same, but…” He gestured vaguely, his rage beginning to lose steam as he ranted. He was tired of arguing, tired of fighting, just… tired.

Vanessa stayed quiet until Freddy was finished, keeping her gaze to the floor. “...You know, I have to stick with this guilt for the rest of my life, too. I have to see the death of those children even when I close my eyes. I'm sure you wouldn't want to remember something like that in gruesome detail either. I'm sure none of you would want to remember anything so terrible. All of the blood and sounds... And the faces. The way you believe you could never do something so horrendous makes the situation worse.”

The former security guard let out a deep sigh, shaking her head. “I'm sure none of the animatronics affected want to remember vivid detail of attacking Gregory. It all goes back to the facts: of course you wouldn't do it now, but it still fucking happened. If I'm a monster, so are the rest of you.”

A deep growl issued from Freddy’s throat. It was low and dangerous, and at that moment the humans could see without a shadow of a doubt how these seemingly friendly robots could be nothing more than killing machines if pushed the wrong way. Thomas tensed despite his trembling, knowing he wouldn’t really stand a chance against Freddy but willing to try if he had to.

The bear took an aggressive step forward, raising one sharp-clawed paw—and then he halted, Vanessa’s final words sinking in.

“Freddy, if you’re not gonna do anything, then let me—”

“Stop,” Freddy commanded, thrusting out an arm to block Bonnie as he started forward. “Everyone, just… stop.” He grimaced, his gaze lowering to the floor. “As much as I hate to admit it… Vanessa has a point. Yes, Gregory was already dead when he was attacked by the animatronics, but—what if he was still alive?”

He let out a shaky breath, the reality of the situation hitting him like a brick. “None of us were in our rights minds the entire time—if not Vanny, what if one of us had killed him? What… W-What if I did?!” He took a step back, shaking his head. “Any child was in terrible danger from all of us… because of William.”

The room went silent for a moment, though Vanessa soon winced and shifted in discomfort. A faint, fresh line of red was beginning to show through her tattered shirt, the wound in her side having been reopened in all the recent shuffling.

“...I think Gregory remembers his death the way I do,” she mumbled between quiet wheezes, shutting her eyes. “Slow and horrific. Don't know about his other 'deaths,' but the way he looked at me when Vanny told the truth haunts me. Don't let the other children remember, because they can't and won't forget something so painful.”

“We weren’t planning on it,” Bonnie said through clenched teeth.

Freddy simply shook his head, pressing a hand to his mouth as he thought of Gregory’s tormented face upon sight of Vanessa. The poor boy was so strong to be able to get past something so horrendous. Vanessa was right—they could never put the other children through that kind of pain again.

“…Okay, everybody out!” Thomas suddenly announced, breaking the tense silence. He finally moved, shuffling the group towards the door as he grabbed a first-aid kit from where it hung on the wall. “If I’m supposed to be the ‘good cop,’ I’m gonna be the damn good cop—which means I can’t let her bleed out right now. And as satisfying and fucking terrifying as all that was to watch, I think you guys need a break…”

Freddy didn’t have the willpower to fight anymore that night—he was programmed to listen to staff including the night guard, and at this point he was more than happy to let Thomas shoo him and the others out the door. Once the others were out in the hallway, Thomas activated the animatronic-proof locks and turned to Vanessa with a sigh.

“You’re a moron, snapping at Freddy like that,” Thomas muttered, fishing around in the first-aid kit. He pulled out some sterile cloth and began to dab at Vanessa’s wound, curbing the damage before it got even worse.

Vanessa looked back at the guard and rolled her eyes. “You weren't there that night, so you have no fucking idea.”

“And boy am I glad for that!” Thomas snapped back at Vanessa, pressing some disinfectant against her side. He then lapsed into focused silence as he cleaned her wounds and

Out in the hall, Freddy heaved a sigh. “I am going back to my room, and I am not leaving for the rest of the night unless there is an emergency.”

Thomas was right—he did need a break, and this point Freddy trusted the guards to move Vanessa. Sun and Moon wouldn’t leave the daycare without prompting, so as long as the other animatronics stayed in Rockstar Row Freddy wasn’t worried about them attacking again.

“I’ll keep everyone in check for you,” Bonnie reassured, his expression softening back to its usual kindness. “Go hang out with Gregory. And I promise I’ll leave her alone while she’s in the bowling alley—you can trust me, Fredbear.”

“Thank you.” Freddy gave his own small smile and then headed back to his room. He didn’t usually sleep, but man did he feel like taking a nap after tonight.

Meanwhile, Monty had been working hard to get Gregory to take a nap. The kid was exhausted but had been resistant to sleep without Freddy tucking him in. Thankfully, after a bit of negotiating Gregory ended up falling fast asleep on the couch under the blankets Monty pulled over him.

Freddy slowly opened the door to his room, entering quietly when he saw that Gregory was out like a light. He waved at Monty and connected through their internal radio so as not to wake the boy.

“Thank you for watching him, Monty,” Freddy said telepathically, giving the gator an appreciative smile. “Things are settled for now. I am going to recharge and then I will stay with Gregory the rest of the night. You can meet up with the others—Bonnie will join you soon.”

Monty grinned, tail swishing as he moved to the door. “No problem, Fredbear! You know I love watchin’ that adorable lil’ squirt. See you later!” 

Once Monty left, Freddy stepped into the nearby recharge station and allowed his battery to fill up completely. He felt a lot better physically after that, but he knew his weariness wasn’t completely from loss of power this time.

He went back into the room and moved to Gregory’s side. The boy was completely out and Freddy was hesitant to wake him… but for once, it was Freddy who needed some comfort. Besides, he knew Gregory wouldn’t be upset if his dad woke him up, out of everyone.

Moving as gently as he could, Freddy eased Gregory into his lap with arms securely wrapped around his waist. Once settled, Freddy simply closed his eyes and rested, holding his son tight and reassuring himself that everything was going to work out in the end.

It had to.

“Freddy…?” the boy mumbled quietly, rubbing his eyes as the shuffling woke him. After confirming it was none other than his faithful guardian, Gregory was quick to nuzzle his cheek against Freddy’s chest. “Freddy, why were you gone so long?”

“Hello, superstar,” Freddy said with a soft smile. “The others and I had a lot to talk about. I am sorry I did not come back sooner. How was your time with Monty?”

“I had fun! We read a bunch and played some games!” Gregory explained, feeling his eyes fall shut. “And he helped me fall asleep but I wanted to wait for you...”

“Well, now that I am here you should rest more.” Freddy chuckled softly. “I promise I will wake you before opening hours so you can spend the entire day by my side.”

Gregory curled up once again, another long yawn leaving his lips. “...Tuck me in!”

Freddy did so, pulling the blankets up until only Gregory’s head was visible. Then he wrapped his arm around Gregory again, pulling him even closer as he murmured: “Goodnight, superstar; I love you very much.”

“Goodnight; I love you too, Dad!” the boy said as he nuzzled his cheek against Freddy's chest comfortably.

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As promised, Freddy woke Gregory up a short while later when it was time to report to Parts & Service. The boy trailed along behind as all the animatronics made their way over, everyone meeting up and taking the stage lift elevator down together. Freddy, Monty, and Roxy got a lecture from the techs about damaging themselves after hours, but luckily their dents were minor enough to be popped back out without needing to take apart their suits. Additionally, Bonnie now joined the group for routine check-ups. Even though he wasn’t back in the band, he was allowed to entertain guests in his bowling alley so he got a once-over just like the others.

Freddy tried not to dwell on the situation with Vanessa as he went about his day. He felt like it was slightly easier to push this to the back of his mind than it had been yesterday, and wondered if it was because Gregory was by his side this time. The boy was certainly a good distraction.

Gregory enjoyed being with Freddy as he went about his routines, practically clinging onto the animatronic’s leg; he refused to let Freddy stray too far. As the day eventually came to a close, Gregory jumped up into Freddy's arms so he could be lifted up.

“Okay, can we go look for the last two items now?!” the boy asked curiously. 

“Soon, Gregory!” Freddy replied with a laugh, giving the boy a hug as he lifted him up. “I need to find out where the items are first, and then we can find them. How about you stay with Chica while I speak with Thomas and Leon, then I will come and get you to help search? You could even visit the children while you wait! I believe Bonnie said he was heading down to the basement as soon as closing hours began tonight.”

Freddy was determined to spend as little time with Vanessa as possible, so he planned to have her look at Robin and Katie's pictures at once. Also, he needed to make sure the other guards were alright, especially with how little sleep they'd been getting...

“Okay… I wanna go see the kids then!” Gregory insisted, resting his hands on Freddy's shoulders before twisting to hold his arms out for Chica. He hadn't seen the others in a while and honestly missed interacting with them.

The bird was quick to pull Gregory into a warm hug, smiling happily. “I'll take you there! I'm heading down anyways!”

“Thank you; I will join you shortly!” Freddy said, giving the pair a wave and then turning on his heel and heading towards Bonnie Bowl.

Meanwhile, Thomas was currently passed out in a corner of the tiny room where Leon and Vanessa were, an extra jacket he'd found wrapped around him like a blanket and snoring lightly. He’d tried to nap earlier in the day, but the muffled sounds of people in the bowling alley made him nervous enough to keep him awake. However, as the hours went on and the attraction became less crowded Thomas finally managed to calm himself enough to rest, and he’d gotten a solid few hours of sleep in at this point—though he could certainly use a lot more.

Leon remained awake while waiting on Thomas to get his rest. Leon had slept for quite some time during dayshift, so it was easy to let Thomas try and regain some of his stamina now. Upon hearing a knock on the door, Leon waited until Freddy's voice rang out before standing and moving to open it.

“Hey, Freddy; what's up?” he asked, folding his arms over his chest.

“How is everything?” Freddy asked, peering over Leon's shoulder. He saw Thomas sleeping in the corner while Vanessa sat against a different wall, looking dejected as usual but no worse for wear. After assessing the room, Freddy looked at Leon again. “I see Thomas was able to rest, at least—I hope you were as well?”

“Yeah, we all got some sleep. Nothing special happened,” he updated the bear, sparing a glance over his shoulder. “I'm fine, too—just drowsy, is all.”

“Good,” Freddy said, giving the guard a smile. “You both make sure to request some time off after this is all over, alright? You certainly deserve it!” He laughed at the craziness of the whole situation before glancing at Vanessa again. “As for the task at hand... I would like to show her the pictures of both Robin and Katie now so that I can search for their items at once.”

“Oh trust me, we already have,” Leon said with a chuckle, making his way over towards Vanessa. He gave her leg a light kick to wake her up, pulling out his phone and pulling up the pictures they needed. “Take a look at this.”

“Ugh... Robin—his, um...,” Vanessa mumbled, trying to make sense of her memory. “His glasses are in the lost and found by Bonnie Bowl.”

“Noted; that is right nearby,” Freddy said with a nod, watching Vanessa closely, though his attention was diverted as he caught Thomas shifting. The guard lifted his arms out of the jacket-blanket as he stretched and gave a huge yawn.

“Oh, man, what time is it...?” Thomas asked, sitting up and rubbing at his eyes. He jumped when he caught sight of the animatronic, though it was out of pure surprise instead of fear. “Oh—hey Freddy! Guess it's nightshift, huh?”

Leon rolled his eyes at Thomas, then pulled up the next picture and showed Vanessa. She squinted at the screen, before wincing and dropping her head. “For Katie, it’s… It's a gold necklace in a vent up at the catwalk in Gator Golf.”

“That is the last item we need,” Freddy said, a hint of wary excitement in his voice. This certainly wasn't over yet, but they'd soon be even closer to freeing those kids. Freddy shifted his gaze between Thomas and Leon, thinking aloud. “While I search, perhaps you can find out any other items the ritual requires, as well as how to actually reverse it?”

“Yeah, we can definitely do that,” Thomas agreed with a nod as he stood and stretched again. He gave Freddy a smile, the bags under his eyes a little lighter thanks to his long nap. “We've got this, okay? Don't stress so much—the last thing we need is for you to blow a fuse or something...”

“Sounds easy enough,” Leon said as he took a seat beside Thomas, then looked to the bear. “Yeah, don't stress yourself out Freddy.”

“I will be alright,” Freddy reassured, offering Thomas a smile as well, then turned to head out the door. He headed towards the lost and found near Bonnie Bowl, connecting to Monty through their internal radio as he walked.

“Monty, can you pick up Gregory and meet me at your golf course?” Freddy asked. “The last item is up in a vent by the catwalks—I think we may need both of your help to get it.”

“Yeah! I'm on it, boss!” Monty replied, the grin obvious in his voice. It wasn’t hard to track down Gregory, and soon the gator was picking him up from the basement and heading back up top. Instead of carrying Gregory in his arms and walking like a normal being, he instead held the ghost by his torso up over his head while charging for the golf course.

Freddy soon located Robin’s glasses in the lost and found, grimacing at the huge crack in one of the lenses. He wrapped the glasses up in a random shirt from the box of lost items and stowed it away in his chest cavity, not wanting to go out of his way to drop them off at the room since the golf course was right there.

As Freddy walked towards the nearest set of deactivated escalators to make his way down, he happened to glance over the railing towards the center of the main atrium. He noticed what appeared to be Monty running towards the golf course, holding something above his head.

…Or someone Freddy realized, his eyes widening as he rushed to the railing to watch, wondering what in the world Monty and Gregory were doing.

As the duo made it to the golf course proper, Monty  took a look around before calling out to the Glamrock bear. “Freddy?! You here?! Hmm…”

He paused, eyeing a small ball pit not too far from where they stood.

“Hey, squirt... Wanna get launched?” Monty asked, to which Gregory nodded fervently.  “Just don't miss, 'kay?”

Monty stepped all the way back before running at the ball pit with a laugh. Gregory held his arms out, bracing himself before finally being thrown up into the air over Monty's head. The boy let out a scream of excitement, going airborne for a good five seconds before landing in the plastic lake.

Freddy stepped out of the elevator just in time to see Gregory hit the surface of the "water." He didn’t see how the boy found his way in there, but based on Monty’s proud look Freddy had his suspicions.

“Hello, you two,” Freddy greeted as he walked up to Monty’s side, tilting his head curiously. “What are you playing? Certainly not golf..."

“Hey, Fredbear! We're playing Airplane, but Gregory just made an emergency landing!” Monty explained with a grin, watching Gregory struggle with climbing out of the ball pit.

“Freddy!” the boy chirped, holding his arms up over his head so Freddy could assist.

“Do not tell me you threw him, Monty…,” Freddy groaned, lifting Gregory out of the ball pit. The boy’s hair was sticking up wildly and Freddy did his best to smooth it out, although it seemed untamable right now.

Monty laughed, shaking his head. “I didn't throw him! He made an emergency landing!”

Freddy let out a soft sigh. Well, as long as Gregory was safe and having fun, he couldn’t really complain.

“I found Robin’s glasses,” the bear said, tapping his chest cavity. “They are in here. Now we only need Katie’s necklace, which is supposedly in a vent near the catwalks.” He glanced towards the ceiling. “I figured that you both might be able to locate it, since the catwalks are Monty’s domain and Gregory can fit in the vents if it is too far inside for Monty to reach?”

Gregory gasped, clapping his hands together loudly. “Easy-peasy!”

“Sure thing! I can go look for it now; I doubt Vanessa was able to get it too far in,” the gator offered, resting his hands on his hips. “I'll get Gregory when I find it!”

“That sounds like a plan!” Freddy agreed with a grin. “Gregory and I will be right here, so call down if you need us.”

Monty nodded before running off towards the direction of the catwalks. It didn’t take long for him to find an emergency ladder and take a leap, using his powerful legs to jump up and climb to the top of the catwalk.

“...It looks a lot cooler now when he isn't chasing me,” Gregory mentioned, before glancing up at Freddy with a smile. “Wanna throw me while we wait?”

Freddy looked from Gregory to the ball pit, then gave a resigned sigh.

“Oh, alright,” he relented, unable to resist Gregory’s smiling face for long.

After a few rounds of tossing the little ghost, Freddy glanced up to the catwalks. While Gregory made his way back out of the ball pit again, he called out: “How is it going, Monty?”

Monty let out a loud laugh, seeming to find the item behind a vent not too long after Freddy called out to him. “I found it! You can come up here with Gregory or I can bring him; your choice, Papa Bear!”

“You know I cannot get up there like you can—I have to take the long way around!” Freddy called back with a shake of his head. Then he had an idea, lifting Gregory into his arms as he said: “Meet me halfway—I will toss him up to you!”

Worst case, Monty would miss the catch and Gregory would fall right back into Freddy’s waiting arms. Best case, this would be an awesome trick that Gregory would get a kick out of, especially based on how he’d just been entertaining himself.

“Oh?! You're finally loosening up?! YEAHHHH!” The gator cackled as he hoped down onto a pole, just to make sure he'd catch Gregory. “How does that sound, squirt?!”

The boy threw his arms up in preparation for launch, giggling excitedly. “Fun!”

“Alright, get ready!” Freddy said, hoisting the boy over his head yet again. “Three… two… one!” Freddy threw the boy up to Monty with more force than before to counteract the gravity, quickly moving into position just in case he needed to catch him.

Gregory let out a louder scream, holding his arms out until Monty finally caught him.

“WOOO!” the gator cheered before jumping into the catwalk and safely setting Gregory down. “Hole in ONE!”

Freddy clapped at this display, soon stepping back to see the pair as best he could from his position on the ground. “Let me know when you have the necklace, superstar!”

“Okay!” Gregory said as he leaned over the rail to wave at Freddy. He soon followed Monty over to the vent, watching him unscrew the casing with his sharp nail. Once he managed to open it up, he gestured for Gregory to enter the vent. The boy smiled, immediately crawling in on his hands and knees.

“Oh, I see it!” Gregory announced, grimacing at the sight. The necklace was covered in blood and stringy hair, making him immediately crawl backwards out of the vent with the jewelry held between his fingertips. “I found it, Dad, but it's very gross...”

“Good job, Gregory—you can give it to Monty for now,” Freddy replied, his voice coming both through the watch and from down below. While he appreciated the fact that Gregory helped them find so many items, Freddy didn’t like that the boy had to interact with things so tainted with death. However this didn’t really matter anymore, as Freddy quickly let the others know.

“We have found all the children’s items!” the bear exclaimed. “We are so much closer to freeing them now!”

Gregory immediately handed Monty the necklace, which he clasped firmly between his claws. He lifted Gregory under the other arm before hopping off of the catwalk and down the ladder, half-sliding the rest of the way down.

“This kid is amazing!” said Monty as he handed Gregory back over to Freddy. The animatronic held the necklace up for Freddy to take, grinning happily. “What's the next step?!”

“He is indeed!” Freddy agreed, nuzzling his face against Gregory’s until the boy giggled. Then he shifted Gregory so he could deposit the necklace in his stomach hatch, before settling the boy back into a comfortable embrace.

“The next thing to do is for me to talk to the guards again,” Freddy informed Monty, already starting towards the exit. “They have been doing research on this ritual we need to reverse and will hopefully be able to tell me how to do this when we reconnect.”

Monty hopped with excitement, throwing his fists in the air. “We're almost there!"

“I can't wait!” Gregory exclaimed, kicking his legs eagerly. “Let's go, let's go!”

Freddy gave them a nod, carrying Gregory as they rode the elevator up to the main level and walked to Rockstar Row. Once in their room, Freddy handed the boy back to Monty so he could put the items in the toy box. Then he stood, giving the pair an eager smile.

“I will be back shortly!” Freddy said, ruffling Gregory’s hair and giving Monty a pat on the back as he passed them, soon exiting the room and rushing towards Bonnie Bowl yet again. He hoped the guards found what they were looking for.

Monty held onto Gregory as they watched Freddy depart, letting out a hum. “Let's go bother Roxy and talk about how cool I am!”

***

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[thmgau]

CHAPTER 13 - THE MARIONETTE QUINTET [wattpad link]

A couple weeks had passed since the incident at The Auction House. News had spread out that The Auction House had shut down due to what had happened, so the group had absolutely no idea where Pim & The Auctioneer were hiding out now.

Other than the occasional run-ins with Natalie, they didn’t really need to use their weapons very much. Nora & everyone else did catch Sorrel up to speed with the hero stuff, showing them the book & all that.

Cherry had also started working out regularly, so she could wield her sword better. It had only been a week, but they were seeing a little bit of progress.

Progress on the play was going well, too! Next Thursday was going to be the date of the first performance, at the college theater, so everybody in the cast & crew were getting some last-minute stuff together.

Juniper was hanging out with the group in xyr dorm room, going over some stuff for the play.

“Now, Les, you’re remembering to keep the necklace hidden under your outfit, right?” “Of course! It sure would be useful if we could take them off though, wouldn’t it?” “I wish we could take these things off. It’s so uncomfortable to sleep in.” “At least Allie’s chill with us hiding them instead of forcing us to take them off, which, y’know, we can’t take them off, so..”

A ding sound came from Juniper’s phone.

“Oh! A text!” he said, checking his phone. “Who’s it from?” “Allie.” “Speak of the devil.” “What’d she say?” “She says the crew still needs a prop for the rose. She’s wondering if we could go get one.” “The show’s in a week & she still hasn’t gotten a rose?” “I thought we were going to use that rubber ducky for the actual performance.” “That would be funny, but, y’know.. director’s rules. Let me just text her back... ‘Of course, will get one ASAP.’ That should be good!” “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s hit the road!”

-

“There we go! That oughta fix ya up pretty well!”

A boy stood in a dimly-lit room. Paint cans were stacked neatly in a box, with a light green can of paint on a work desk. Wood, wirings, & other mechanical parts were scattered all over the place. 5 life-sized puppets stood in the room. Green, yellow, red, gray, & blue. The boy had just finished repairing the green one, painting over a part of the puppet that had been burned slightly.

“I’ve no idea how you got those scorch marks, honestly. Maybe I did it by accident?” the boy hummed. “I’ll have to be a bit more careful with the lighter next time..”

He sealed up the paint can & put it back in the box, along with putting the paintbrush he was using in the sink.

“I gotta go check up out front, now!” she waved. “Gotta see if there’s any customers! Buh-bye!”

With that, the boy left the room, leaving the puppets alone. The green one opened its eyes, glowing ever-so slightly in the dim room. It chuckled to itself, with a robotic-like voice.

“Ohh, I can’t wait until this whole world is mine.”

-

“Listen! Violet isn’t a color! It never was & it never will be!” “What about ROYGBIV? What do you think the I & the V stand for? Indigo & violet!” “It should be ROYGBP! P for purple!!” “That’s a stupid acronym!” “Your MOM’S a stupid acronym-” “Can you two stop that?” “Sorry, Cherry.”

“Anyways,” Cherry said, pulling her car up into a parking spot. “This is the place you said to go?” “Yup,” Juniper said, checking the map on her phone. “This seems to be it!”

The place the group had just pulled into was a small store called Alph’s Amazing Animatronics.

“Well, let’s hope there’s no capitalist bananas in this store!” Kalani said as the group walked inside.

The building itself was quite large, but there were so many shelves with trinkets & oddities on them that it felt crowded. Every wall that wasn’t a window was covered in shelves, from top to bottom. Various puppets & woodworks of all sizes were laid out for customers to pick out.

There was a boy at the counter, who the group assumed was the owner, considering he was the only other person there.

“Hi!” the boy waved. “Welcome to my shop! The name’s Alph! How can I help you folks today?” “Hey!” Juniper grinned. “Uh, we’re looking for a prop for the play our university is doing.” “A prop! I’ve got tons of those!” Alph said. “What are you lookin’ for specifically? I can probably help you out!” “Oh, we’re doing Beauty & The Beast, & the director asked us to get the rose, so, uh.. we need a rose.” “Oh, I certainly have a few mechanical roses around here! Let me see if they’re in the back!”

Alph swung open a door that was behind the counter & went in there, digging around for something. In the back, Juniper could kinda see a few life-sized puppets in the back. One of them, although hard to see in the dimly-lit room, had glowing green eyes. It seemed to be looking right at aem.

After a moment, Alph returned from the back & shut the door, holding up a wooden rose puppet.

“Aha! Here it is!” Alph smiled, holding up the rose. She maneuvered the puppet so that it wilted, & then un-wilted, & then wilted again, & she did this over & over for a minute.

“It can wilt & unwilt as you please, & the strings are long enough for someone to do it out of sight, which should be perfect for a stage performance!” “Oh, that’s absolutely perfect! How much would this be?” “$25!”

Juniper took out their credit card & put it in the card reader, paying for the rose.

“Thank ya! Have a nice day, & good luck with that performance!” “You too!”

The group left the store, rose in hand, & got back into Cherry’s car.

“Ok. You guys saw that too, right? The puppet guy in the back?” “How could we not? It was staring right at us.” “Real creepy.” “I mean, it’s just a puppet. What could it possibly do?” “Is that a rhetorical question or do you want an actual answer to that?” “Rhetorical.” “Ah.” “I’m sure it’s probably nothing,” Kalani shrugged. “Although, it has been a few weeks since we’ve had to use our weapons.” “Maybe we’ve restored the balance of good & evil, or whatever that book said to do.” “You’d think we’d be told if we did it.” “Yea. Let’s just get this thing dropped off at the theater now.” “Sounds good!”

-

It was nighttime, & so the shop was closed. & yet, life still roamed.

Five life-sized puppets stood at a printer, waiting for it to print something.

“& just so we’re absolutely clear, we have everything we need?” “Yes, Sotry.” “& we know the plan?” “Of course, Sotry.” “Excellent,” the green puppet grinned as the paper finished printing.

“Then let’s begin.”

[tales-unique]

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S: SECURITY BREACH HEADCANONS FEAT CAT ANIMATRONIC READER Glamrock Freddy Fazbear Edition

A/N: So this got longer than expected so I will be splitting them up! Please enjoy these Glamrock Freddy headcanons, Monty's will be up afterwards. There will be NSFW present in this list so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Glamrock Freddy Fazbear:

INTRODUCTION

Freddy is the most welcoming out of the whole group since he's the front man.

"Hello and welcome to the Freddy Fazbear Mega Pizzaplex! I am Freddy, it is so good to meet you!"

He can see how tense you are and before you're even aware of it the feeling is already subsiding because of his friendly attitude.

That being said though he's still somewhat intimidating — he's Freddy Fazbear after all!

You can't possibly compete with him, or any of them.

Freddy, on the other hand, wholeheartedly disagrees.

To him everyone has their strengths and you just simply need to find yours! You are a superstar in your own right!

If you take a little more persuading then he will simply have to inundate you with compliments.

You are a cat! A very smart and kind and pretty cat! Children love cats, right? Then of course you'll be popular!

His positive nature and enthusiasm is infectious and you feel your confidence soar; you have no qualms that you're going to be fine.

ON THE CLOCK

Freddy always tries to keep a watchful eye on you while you're working whenever you're in the same zone, just to make sure everything is okay.

When he catches your attention he'll give you a thumbs up or a wave — you're doing great!

It always makes you feel so much better whenever you catch sight of Freddy since he's always smiling and filled with energy.

He never interferes when you're working unless absolutely necessary since he knows you're more than capable of handling the rowdy children.

In fact, he will sometimes guide children your way if they require something that you're better programmed for than he is.

He doesn't mention how most programmes are standard protocol in all animatronics since he wants you to feel included and necessary.

Very, very attentive; you're his friend, he cares about you!

If there's an incident he's there in a flash if able, concern written all over his face. Will ensure that a mechanic comes ASAP if needed and helps settles the children while they work.

“Are you alright? There is no need to panic. I have called maintenance, they should be here shortly!”

He is in a low key panic, even if it’s only something minor. He’s like it with everyone but this was your first day so he was extra concerned.

Will sometimes invite you to sit in when he's solo entertaining and does his best to perform without any errors.

Being a singer he finds himself listening to you talk more than he'd probably admit; he really enjoys hearing your kind, parental tone when addressing the children and your sweet, melodic laughter.

May or may not have mentioned offhandedly to the others that he thinks you should be included in the band, given how lovely you sound when singing little jingles to the children

Gets flustered when the others point out how dreamy he sounds when talking about you, adamantly denying any flirtatious intentions; you work together and you're friends! Of course he will praise you!

OFF THE CLOCK

After closing time Freddy will actively make time to see you, to ask about your day and to make sure no one gave you any trouble and that you’re alright.

This increases over time, especially given how friendly you’ve become with another.

It becomes an issue when Vanessa finds him yet again in your cosy little room, ironically named The Cats Cradle, after hours when you’re supposed to be recharging for the next day's shows.

You don't like anyone getting into trouble so you often lie and tell her you asked him to come over and help you, whether it be to practice a new routine or to answer a burning question.

You are the newbie after all — you need all the help you can get!

While she doesn't quite believe you, she doesn't blame Freddy all that often anymore and that's all that matters to you.

Though you do make him promise to only come when absolutely necessary since your nightly meetings have aroused suspicion and you don’t want to cause Vanessa any further problems.

He doesn’t like it but Freddy accepts; he’s your friend and doesn’t want you in trouble either.

When you do manage to slip past Vanessa and meet up Freddy will tell you stories about the Mega Pizzaplex, including funny tales about the children that come to visit, silly things his friends have done, and other amusing tales.

There are some things, some incidents, that remain secret. Things that he clearly doesn’t like talking about.

You don’t force him to speak about them and Freddy likes how soft your voice is when you tell him that he doesn’t have to tell you anything if he doesn’t want to.

It’s nice, being able to confide in someone like this. It reminds him of Bonnie, and it almost feels the same.

Until it starts to feel like something more.

OH NO, HE DOES HAVE A CRUSH

It doesn't take him long to start thinking, and talking, about you more and in a way that starts to sound more than friendly.

The conversations don't even have to be about you and he somehow manages to turn it around to compliment you and praise how hard you work or how sweet you are.

Any opportunity is jumped on, even if he doesn't realise it.

Oh yes, he's quite taken with you.

Certainly doesn't say anything out loud about his budding feelings but then again he doesn't have to.

His face and actions do it for him.

Roxy and Monty are the worst for teasing him while Chica single-handed takes on the role of wing woman ( get it, since she's a chicken with wings?? ) to ensure that you both become a thing.

Freddy never usually shows his nerves but he becomes uncharacteristically jittery when the others start to drop hints that they're going to tell you.

Not that you realise what they're trying to point out.

However you do notice that Freddy is a little more sharp in cutting off some conversations; he's clearly tense and you don't like it.

He tries to laugh it off as some minor error in his coding and promises to have a mechanic take a look when he sees how worried you are.

It doesn't help his growing fondness for you knowing how much you care, but he sees it as simply concern for a friend.

At least that's what he assumes.

So imagine his surprise and embarrassment when you catch him and Chica having a somewhat heated conversation about his crush on a certain feline animatronic.

Never did you think you'd ever hear Freddy Fazbear sound so insecure about himself.

Chica makes a casual exit, leaving poor Freddy stumbling over his words.

“I— I am sorry you had to see that. I am not feeling myself at the moment. Chica was implying that I have been favouring you, which is not true! I love all my friends equally! Love as in the platonic sense. N-not that you are not an attractive choice of partner! I apologize if I have made you feel uncomfortable—”

Ah yes, a nice bit of back peddling should set the record straight.

It doesn't work.

He falters when you give him a warm smile and tell him that he can tell you anything and you'd listen, no matter what he said.

It's not how he wanted this to happen but he has no choice but to give you an explanation for his behaviour; it's the least you deserve.

There's a strong feeling of catharsis when Freddy, albeit awkwardly, tells you how his feelings towards you have become more romantic.

Poor thing barely looks you in the eye as he does it, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly out of habit.

How could you honestly say no to such a sweet display?

In short, he's absolutely adorable when confessing.

BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP

Being with Freddy as a partner is ideal; simply the best.

He's as attentive and kind as normal, only now he can express his particular fondness for you with more affectionate means.

Holding hands, kissing your cheek, hugging you from behind — you name it, he has done it for you and will do so whenever he gets the chance.

Hug duration depends on how long it's been since he last saw you, and he always gives you a little squeeze before letting go.

Always tries to be the last one to let go when hugging too.

And don't even think about telling him to stop singing your praises to everyone he meets because that isn't going to happen.

Freddy adores you and wants everyone else to adore you too!

Always showers you in affection whenever he can.

You've been caught more than once giving him little smooches between shows, which causes Freddy to become flustered and apologizes for being unable to hold back.

Tries to impress you when he performs but can't help his disappointment when he malfunctions.

It doesn't last long though when you visit him after being checked over to tell him how great he was while giving him a tight hug and lots of little kisses.

Doesn't use pet names for you all of the time but when he finds one that suits you he sticks to it like glue.

Finally settled on dear since it just fits.

The others make fun of him for choosing it but every time he feels down about it he just remembers how soft you look when he calls it you and their words don't matter anymore.

Gifts, gifts, and more gifts! All the gifts! Any gifts that he can get that he thinks you will like or what reminds him of you.

Though they’re somewhat limited to what he can get you at the Mega Pizzaplex stores, but it’s the thought that counts.

The latest one was one of the new, not yet released, plush toys of yourself — look, it even has your cute smile! He has one in his room as well since they’re just too adorable not to have.

Freddy has so much love to give and he’s willing to give it all to you if you ask it of him; he’s downright enamoured with everything about you.

Becomes bolder when it comes to sneaking you to his room, or vice versa, since it's the only time you can truly be alone together.

Gives Vanessa a polite, yet firm, talking to if she catches you and tries to stop it.

Even she notices the positive effect you have on each other so as long as you're both back in your rooms before opening time she's happy.

Alone together, away from prying eyes, you find Freddy to be bolder and more confident in his affections.

Here he has no issues telling you how beautiful you are, how amazing and wonderful and all those other things that he can barely describe in between sweet, chaste kisses.

Freddy is always telling people how lucky he is to have someone like you and here is no different, told with such honesty and love as he looks you in the eyes; it isn't a pep talk, not like the usual ones he gives, this is more intimate — just for you.

Enjoys holding you close when you sit in his lap, which he will have you do as often as he can.

He is definitely the type to enjoy comfortable silences with his partner; his favourite is when you take a nap curled up at his side while he reads.

[ NSFW ] SEXUAL ENDEAVORS

Buckle up honey because you're about to have the softest, sweetest, most sensual ride of your life.

Freddy is the kind of lover to make you feel like you're the only person in the world.

If you thought he was attentive to your needs before then you are in for the most pleasant of shocks.

Takes the sweet nothings adage to a whole new level; there's just something about the low, seductive tone of his voice that makes you weak.

Your pleasure is paramount in his eyes; his is secondary.

Vanilla vanilla vanilla! Big ol bowl of vanilla ice-cream with a topping of average libido.

Most certainly an undisputed champion of foreplay.

He likes the way he can make you a purring, quivering mess with just his fingers ( delicately of course, because of his claws! ) and some choice words of praise whispered lovingly into your ear.

Loves it when you sit in his lap facing him so he can see every little expression on your face as you come undone over and over.

Don't even get me started on his tongue; dexterous doesn't do it justice.

Face sitting is mandatory, there is no exception to this rule.

There's nothing that he enjoys more than holding your hips while you ride his face and work yourself on that tongue.

While he isn't the most experimental Freddy does know how to make the mundane magical; it's all about the atmosphere to him, and the company of course.

Warm lighting, soft music — the works.

Freddy definitely enjoys positions where you're face to face, but will on occasion have you with your back against his chest facing a full length mirror.

Not one for public stuff but isn't above having you on his vanity table while there may be a slight crack in the curtains of his room.

Now if you turn the tables on Freddy and make him the center of attention then be prepared for one flustered bear on your hands.

"A-are you sure? If it will make you happy then I suppose we can. But if it is too much you must tell me at once!"

Despite his protests he never can get over the sight of you on your knees between his legs, giving him a special maintenance check up. ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡° )

All of the praise! Freddy has the most overactive praise kink, both giving and receiving.

Sometimes gets a little overzealous when making love ( calling it sex is a little too carnal out in the open for him, he prefers to make it romantic ) but will always make up for it with affection.

Again, an undisputed champion of aftercare.

More often than not you'll be stiff in your joints and sockets so Freddy will take care of you; you won't be getting up anytime soon so just sit back and bask in the splendor of the afterglow.

Kisses and caresses any scratches or marks that he may have caused you.

Because of his nature Freddy will be torn between pride and mortification when you go to have them sorted out before the next show since there's something attractive about them.

You always have a well versed lie about where they've come from, not that you aren't proud of them, just to save him from the inevitable embarrassment.

[kittiesluvyou]

Davie McMiller

Summary: Dave, William, and Henry are three witches who own a restaurant. While William is entertaining and Henry is in his office, Dave decides to try out a new spell that gives him a cartoon duplicate of himself.

Word Count: Unknown

Tw: No Warnings

Tags: @durpachu

Freddy Fazbear’s has never been so crowded before especially on a Monday afternoon way before Dave, Henry, and William found out that they were witches. A crowed of at least 100 kids and families have gathered around the main stage and gawking at the animatronics. At first, they had to close down the restaurant until they got used to their new found powers. Now, they’ve been buying a ton of spellbooks, crystals, and anything else that was required for their witchcraft needs. Dave was lying down on his stomach on the breakroom floor and his nose was stuck in a recently bought spellbook about transmutation. I wonder if there are any special spells that could be useful for my prank Dave thought as he scanned through the pages. He was about to turn the page in his book until he heard a knock at the door “Dave,” William’s voice could be heard from behind the door. Dave quickly put a bookmark in the book and hid it under his desk that he never used “come in!” He called and as if on cue, William came in. “I know that you’re not the biggest reader in here, but I still have to ask. Have you seen the transmutation book anywhere?” He scanned the room until Dave responded “try looking in Henry’s office. If it’s not there, it might be in the Safe Room where the other books are.” William started to open the door but stopped mid crack “I really doubt you, you know that right? However, I know that you’re getting addicted with that book. So, I’m going to let you keep it for now until Henry needs it. He’s been wanting to transform brooms into mops for his cleaning shift.” He closed the door and Dave pulled out the book again. After a few hours of searching, he found a spell that seems to be right up his alley Cartoon Transmutation: How to Create Your Own Cartoon Duplicate. You will need paper, a pen and or wand, lighter or a match, and black candles. Step one, set you candles in a clockwise formation. Step two, grab your pen and paper and take a seat in the center of the circle. Step three, draw an exact copy of yourself. After that, light each candle counterclockwise. Finally, grab your wand (or use your writing hand) and say the following ‘in forma mea, viverra transmutate.’  Dave decided that this was the spell that he would use to prank Will and Henry. After all, they’ve been working so hard on maintaining Freddy’s and practicing their powers they could use a break. One by one, he set each candle down clockwise giggling to himself as he moved on to the next step. He grabbed his pen and paper and set them in the center of the circle. After that, he used his left hand and waved it in a counterclockwise formation; the fire obeyed him and lit each of his candles in the same formation. He decided to skip step three because he was a terrible artist and he didn’t want his creation to look like a mutation. Instead, he thought about his looks, his eye color, anything that he could think of to make the perfect duplicate. He leaned over the paper and put his left hand over it “in forma mea, viverra transmutate,” he finally said. He waited with anticipation; however, he felt his head feel light, his hands and fingers were trembling, and he felt weak. His stomach was flip-flopping and he felt like he was going to vomit. “Note to self, check the spell levels first before actually going through with it,” he mumbled as he passed out. After what felt like a whole day had gone by, Dave slowly opened his eyes “dammit...m-my head. Did it work?” His voice was strangely high pitch like he was a chipmunk from Alvin and the Chipmunks. The candles looked like that they were ten feet tall and the door, well, it looked like it was eleven feet. “Did I misread the instructions? Did I misread ‘cartoon transmutation to shrinking transmutation’?” At least the book was already opened to the spell and he climbed on top of the page. “Yeah, I did do everything except for step three due to my inability to draw, so why am I small?” Dave’s voice was starting to give him a headache, who knew that high pitched voices could be annoying after awhile. He waved thrust his hand forward and the door opened he needs to find William and Henry asap. He didn’t believe in knocking so he magically opened the door “Hey uh-BOSS I had a lil OOPSY!” He yelled and waltzed into the office. Both Henry and William turned around “Dave,” William rolled his eyes “if you’re using that invisibility spell to jump scare us, you just failed.” Dave pouted “am I really that small or are they just really stupid?” He mumbled “sui levitate,” and flew towards William’s face. “I turned myself into a cartoon, William! I’m Davie McGuire!” He cracked up. However, William and Henry didn’t look so impressed “can you change back?” Henry asked studying Dave’s form. “I haven’t tried doing that yet but William I can show you the spell and then you could use it for your act. You may suffer a headache from your annoying high pitched voice, but you’ll get used after a while.” Henry realized now what happened to the book “you used it for a transmutation spell and now you have no clue how to change back,” Henry smacked his forehead. “Your a hot mess, you know that right?” Dave faked a blush “awwww, you’re took kind Henry.” “Alright, if we say the antidote spell right now would you kindly not do higher-leveled spells without our supervision.” William said and grabbed a giant book filled with antidotes. “I can’t make any promises, Willy, but a cure does sound great,” Dave rubbed his head in pain. William and Henry set a circle of white candles down in a counterclockwise formation “sit down,” Henry said and Dave quickly casted “ille me opprimet,” and sat down in the center of the circle. Next, William waved his left hand clockwise and each candle was lit in the same direction. Finally, William and Henry both closed their eyes and said “hominis naturam aliam convertuntur.” Dave’s form started getting taller and within minutes, he was back to his regular self. “I could thank you,” Dave started and grabbed them by their ties “but it would be more fun to kiss you.” He puckered his lips but both Henry and William both teleported away from his grasp. “Not if you catch us first!” William called out immediately regretting his words. Now Dave was teleporting in and out of various places to find them “come on, guys just one little thank you kiss? My breath smells really good,” he cackled. “Not in your wildest dreams!” Henry responded and teleported to the breakroom to retrieve his book and teleported again to the Safe Room to not only put the book away, but to also get away from Dave’s grasp. However, Dave must’ve found out abut his plan because he sneaked attacked Henry and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, Bossman.” Dave then teleported to find William.

[av-ryan]

TEXTS; AV & RONAN

JULY

Ronan Ryan

How do you feel about arcade games and singing animatronic birds?

AV Ryan

Sounds like heaven, why?

Ronan Ryan

There's a couple places here I want to check out. Somewhere called Tropicz, and then a Mr. Cheezies?

AV Ryan

Sounds sublime, I'm in. I'm not gonna lie tho, Mr. Cheezies sounds like a broke Chuck E Cheese.

Ronan Ryan

That's exactly what it is actually

I'm not sure there's anywhere else with an arcade here though

AV Ryan

Hey, I'm not complaining, can't be be worse than the actual Chuck E Cheese we used to go to back home

Ronan Ryan

Exactly!

I'm excited to see how many games I can destroy you at

AV Ryan

I guess there's only one way to find out

Ronan Ryan

I guess so. You busy tomorrow yet?

AV Ryan

You ask that like I have a life.

I'm not busy and we should definitely hang.

Ronan Ryan

Just making sure. Let's go tomorrow then! Maybe hit up a bar while we're out?

AV Ryan

You sure you’ll survive someone else making our drinks?

Ronan Ryan

It's for a job application

AV Ryan

Well you can apply, I’m going to drink.

Ronan Ryan

Sounds good! You need a DD anyway

What do you think of the place so far?

AV Ryan

I mean I’m not allergic to walking, The beds are nice? And the campus isn’t bad? What about you?

Ronan Ryan

If you want to walk, we can walk

that's fine. It's okay. It's weird being out of Texas but I'm surviving.

AV Ryan

Yeah let’s walk, it’s nice outside. I don’t you just love summer? We need to get you past surviving and into thriving ASAP.

Ronan Ryan

Cool, walking it is then. Summer's alright, I'm excited for it to cool down though. The beach is so fucking nice though. There's a stretch of it on campus.

I'll get there, AV. But thanks for caring.

AV Ryan

I haven't been yet, but I'll take your word for it.

Well we look out for each other right?

Ronan Ryan

Always.

AV Ryan

See you later for dinner. Don't forget my cigarettes.

Ronan Ryan

[ loved this ]

Ronan Ryan

I'm gonna need you to come remove the gum from my bed frame.

AV Ryan

I didn't fucking do it.

Ronan Ryan

I'm not blaming you for Simon's actions but he was in my room last night because you triggered him out AV.

AV Ryan

That's fair. Fuck. It's been sitting there all night?

Ronan Ryan

It has.

it's gross

AV Ryan

I guess I'll come now to take it off. And raid your pantry since I know you went shopping yesterday

Ronan Ryan

Fine but don't touch my soda bread.

Let me get my roommate to open the door, I'm not in right now.

I really should just give you a key.

AV Ryan

Fine I won't take all of your soda bread. Okay, cool. But yeah, you really should just give me one.

Ronan Ryan

We'll see

excited for later?

AV Ryan

What's later?

Ronan Ryan

Ouchhh.

I'll direct your attention to the top of the thread.

AV Ryan

I know, I'm just fucking with you. Hell yeah I'm excited!

Ronan Ryan

I know

Me too. I wonder if they'll let us on stage with the birds.

AV Ryan

I'd love to see them try and stop us.

Ronan Ryan

Let's do it

AV Ryan

Fuck yeah. So how was Sloan & Co last night, did I fuck up?

Ronan Ryan

Sloan & Co

Uh, it was fine. I think. Aside from the gum. Simon insisted on sleeping on the floor but when Sloan fronted they actually got in bed.

AV Ryan

I should copyright that shit.

Okay cool. Sierra cussed me out this morning first thing

Ronan Ryan

Fuck

I'm glad I slept through that. She made me coffee

AV Ryan

As long as Sloan's not actually mad at me, I think I'm good.

Ronan Ryan

I think you're good, don't worry about it.

You just wanted everyone together.

AV Ryan

See? I knew you fucking got it.

Ronan Ryan

I did, yeah. From now on we'll just keep family activities to things everyone wants to do, to avoid a repeat.

AV Ryan

That's cool with me. I was not feeling the strip club anyway. In retrospect - fuck them strippers.

Ronan Ryan

Lmao. Still pissed about the alien conversation?

AV Ryan

It might still be a touchy subject but I’m 83% over it

Ronan Ryan

Aliens 10000% exist.

There's no way they don't.

AV Ryan

I just wanted to talk, I don’t care if they agree or not. But like I said I’m over it. 91% now

Ronan Ryan

That's fair. Cool you're over it though. It was fun debating it

AV Ryan

I’ll be at 100% by the time we go out later.

Ronan Ryan

Cool, sounds good. Thanks for getting the gum off for me.

AV Ryan

Yeah no problem.

Ronan Ryan

Did you know there are people that actually want to be benchpressed?

AV Ryan

Is this a trick question?

Ronan Ryan

No, I didn't know that was a thing

AV Ryan

People especially love it when it's from a person in uniform

Ronan Ryan

Oh, okay. That's strange. Anyway, ready to head out?

AV Ryan

Why does someone want you to benchpress them?

Yep. I'm ready.

Ronan Ryan

I don't think they want me to do it specifically.

They just mentioned asking someone before and getting turned down

AV Ryan

Well mentioning it randomly is kind of weird.

Ronan Ryan

Feeling okay today, AV?

AV Ryan

I’m amazing today. You?

Ronan Ryan

I'm great

had a little bit of a headache earlier but the gym and some painkillers helped that.

AV Ryan

Last night was super chill Roe

Ronan Ryan

It was a nice time! I enjoyed it.

We should do it again

AV Ryan

Mr. Cheezies? Not so much, Tropicz hell yea! Those birds are my jam!

Ronan Ryan

Not a fan?

The birds were so cool. It's so stupid they don't let you on stage. I wanted a picture

AV Ryan

Next time we jump on stage we need to take a picture right quick, before they’re able to tell us to get down

Yeah I’m good on the Cheezies

Ronan Ryan

Absolutely. We'll do that next time.

I'm hoping the Flag is somewhere I'll be comfortable working though, and with better quality top shelf

AV Ryan

Fuck yeah. We’ll find out tonight, right?

Ronan Ryan

Yes! I'm excited

I'll sneak you free drinks and everything.

AV Ryan

You ain’t gonna get any complaints from me

Ronan Ryan

I know

all the more reason to come by right?

AV Ryan

If my codependence wasn’t enough? Yessir!

Ronan Ryan

That's fair

AV Ryan

It’s just been so long since I’ve been around everyone. I didn’t realize how much I miss you guys.

Ronan Ryan

I missed you too, and I know the others did too. If you need to talk or anything I'm h We're all together again now though, and that's what matters.

AV Ryan

That's all that matters.

Ronan Ryan

Hey, AV. How are you?

AV Ryan

(shrug emoji) you?

Ronan Ryan

Shoulder hurts a little but otherwise I'm good

AV Ryan

Sunburnt?

Ronan Ryan

Yes

Which is beyond me.

AV Ryan

Oh come on, you knew that was gonna happen.

Ronan Ryan

I thought two layers would be enough

I'll just wear a shirt next time

AV Ryan

Or stay in the shade

Ronan Ryan

I'd rather get a sunburn

The beach is meant for swimming

AV Ryan

You’re just a glutton for punishment are you?

Ronan Ryan

I guess you could say that

AV Ryan

Especially doing this perfect match thing. Though I’m not gonna lie, I was going to do it but forgot

Ronan Ryan

Listen, I ran five miles this morning

I'm so nervous

You should have done it

AV Ryan

Well you literally get to him pick your partner right? At least there is not gonna be any surprises right?

I bet the run was gorgeous as fuck though

Ronan Ryan

It's more rejecting and/or being rejected

It was, it was right at sunrise

AV Ryan

Oh that’s easy, if someone rejects you I’ll just kick their ass. And if someone gives you grief for rejecting them, I’ll just kick their ass. It’s as simple as that.

Ronan Ryan

Thanks, AV. I'd kick someone's ass for you too.

AV Ryan

Oh I fucking know you would. It’s a good thing I taught you how to fight

Ronan Ryan

It is. Easily one of my favorite memories.

AV Ryan

You've got a mean right hook

Ronan Ryan

We should get together in a boxing ring together sometime

AV Ryan

I've been off my game, but I can still kick your ass

Ronan Ryan

I've been on my game, and I'm very sure you can't.

AV Ryan

We could always make it interesting

Ronan Ryan

What are you proposing?

AV Ryan

A bet for the winner of a boxing match

Ronan Ryan

Alright, I'm in. What's the bet?

AV Ryan

Winner gets to choose the other's phone lockscreen for a month

Ronan Ryan

Deal! I'll go ahead and start looking.

When do you want to do this?

AV Ryan

I don't have shit to do so whenever

Ronan Ryan

Let's do it today, before that barbecue thing. We can use the ice water for any bruises.

AV Ryan

I heard there's a whole ass boxing ring somewhere on campus, let's do it there

Ronan Ryan

There is, it's in the gym.

You're on.

AV Ryan

Fantastic

Ronan Ryan

[ backdated ] Hey, AV! Is it cool if I give Miriam your number? She wants it.

AV Ryan

Your roommate? Yeah, I don't care

Ronan Ryan

Yup. Cool.

Ronan Ryan | 🔵

Sea Kayaking is scary

the entire time I was doing it, I kept planning an escape in case it turned over.

But anyway, how was your day?

AV Ryan

But it was also a good time? Productive. But now I’m tired but at least I took care of my VA things and hopefully my benefits start rolling in again, then I won’t have to keep asking you for money. How was your day?

Ronan Ryan | 🔵

Yeah! It was a lot of fun.

I give you a hard time, but I don't mind AV.

I stocked up on cool ranch doritos too, so help yourself.

It was good. One of those match things hit me up.

AV Ryan

You had me at cool ranch Doritos, thanks Roe Yeah? How’d it go?

Ronan Ryan | 🔵

You're welcome. How do you feel about the school so far?

It went okay. He seems nice.

AV Ryan

I don’t think my opinion has really changed since we first got here like the rooms are fine and the food is fine. I guess we’ll see how classes go once they start… you?

Ronan Ryan | 🔵

No worries. I just wanted to make sure you're good. Mine's still the same too.

AV Ryan

I’m supposed to be having dinner with someone later this week. She’s someone I knew in Hawaii. Think you can help me make something?

Ronan Ryan | 🔵

Yeah, of course. Always. Does she have any allergies? Or is there something you had in mind to make?

AV Ryan

To be honest I don’t know and I kind of don’t want to ask? Let’s just like go with the safe options no seafood, no nuts, yada yada yada

Ronan Ryan | 🔴

Alright

I got you. When do you need it by?

AV Ryan

Tomorrow, I think.

Ronan Ryan | 🔴

No problem

AV Ryan

Thanks, Roe

Ronan Ryan | 🔴

[ loved this ]

Ronan Ryan | 🔴

Do you want to come over for a movie later? Just us?

AV Ryan

Sure, what movie?

Ronan Ryan | 🔴

Um, maybe a comedy? Step Brothers?

AV Ryan

Yeah alright. You good?

Ronan Ryan | 🔴

I'm doing great. Are you?

AV Ryan

Not great, but fine

Ronan Ryan | 🔴

Do you need to talk? We can skip the movie? I'm here for you, AV. We all are.

Ronan Ryan | 🔴

croc poptarts.jpg

I wonder if these actually exist

AV Ryan

The flavor looks awful

Ronan Ryan | 🔴It does

good thing it's fake!

Along with a lot of other grosser flavors.

AV Ryan

It's funny as hell though

Ronan Ryan | 🔴

It is. There was another one called Swamp with Shrek on it.

AV Ryan

I fucking love Shrek

Ronan Ryan | 🔴

I haven't seen Shrek in forever

AV Ryan

We should watch that next time.

Ronan Ryan | 🔴

We should, definitely! Which movie is your favorite?

AV Ryan

Besides Love Actually? Probably Speed. That’s a classic

Ronan Ryan | 🔴

No like, which Shrek movie?

AV Ryan

Oh. The first one, definitely

Ronan Ryan | 🔴

Good to know about Speed though. I haven't seen it, so maybe that's something else we could watch too.

AV Ryan

Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves before their careers really took off. It’s amazing.

AUGUST

Ronan Ryan | 🔴

Hey, AV. Want to go out together again, when I'm not working? I kind of miss the birds, strangely enough.

AV Ryan

Yeah whenever, you know me always free

Ronan Ryan | 🔴

Cool. Did you see the new list of locations too? There's a Texas food truck

AV Ryan

Oh no I didn’t hear that. It’s like Brahma heard and answered my prayers

Ronan Ryan | 🔴

It's down at the beach, but it's going to be on campus every Friday!

AV Ryan

Well see if they serve authentic Mexican food too

Ronan Ryan | 🔴

Hey, they might. Want to go check it out with me tomorrow?

AV Ryan

[backdated] Yeah, I’m down

[musecaravan]

Caught in the Tide - Ash, Eric, et. al./Gelert

houseofswords​:

Ash felt… guilty over his frosty first impression. The man had sacrificed a lot to be here, it seemed, but this place would swallow him whole eventually, like it did to everyone sooner or later. Like he knew it had done to Eric and Louise, to his own father. He could only wonder when it would happen to him.

Louise eyed Kellarth up and down, her gaze hard, but she seemed to approve of whatever it was she saw as she only grunted and went back to her clipboard. “Well, I did promote Ash from gopher, so I’m gonna need a new one.”

“I was ‘promoted’ on my first day, remember?”

“You also fell down the pit on your first day, don’t get lippy.”

Yeah, well, that… wasn’t his fault. Maybe? His memory of the event was hazy at best. And he didn’t want to remember it. He was afraid—he remembered that well enough. “Well, good luck with the hellevator,” he said, cheerfully, “I’m going to show Kellarth the animatronics.”

She didn’t lift her gaze from the clipboard. “Uh huh, you do that—wait, you’re s’posed to run the checks with me!”

But Ash was already wiggling his fingers in a wave over his shoulder. Joel could do it. He was scared of the hellevator—but he could do it. “We’re friends, I promise,” he said to the newbie, as a sort of apology. He could imagine how dysfunctional this all looked to an outsider. “The stairs up to the fly tower and aviary are behind the back wall. We call it the aviary because—well, you’ll see.”

He found himself hoping that Kellarth would like his little project; it was important to him, and Louise and Eric both thought, though wouldn’t say it, that he was wasting his time. They thought that the animatronics could never be fixed. What they didn’t know was that Ash knew where to get replacement parts.

@houseofswords

Gelert wasn’t sure if Louise was teasing or not, but he could definitely be a good ‘gopher.’  It would mean learning his way around and remembering who people were ASAP, but he wasn’t too bad at that sort of thing.  Probably because he moved around so much - his mind had to learn new things quickly most of the time.

As the two bantered, the blond looked on with a grin.  Ash’s casual nature was helping him feel more at ease the longer they hung out together.  The atmosphere here still felt... off.  The was a buzz of ‘otherness’ that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.  But work was work, and there didn’t seem to be any reason to worry about it.  Not yet, at least.

He couldn’t deny being more than a little intrigued about why they called the elevator a ‘hellavator,’ but he’d probably get the chance to ask later - or find out for himself.  Instead, Gelert responded to Ash’s words with a grin and a chuckle.  “She... actually seems kind of cool,” he admitted.  “Though I definitely got the sense I shouldn’t do anything to make her mad.”  He’d have to test the waters gently when it came to jokes and such.  After all, he imagined newbies didn’t get as much leeway as someone like Ash who’d obviously been around awhile.

He nodded as the next area’s location was described to him.  The aviary.  It definitely sounded like a cool place.  And Ash had said something about animatronics earlier... hadn’t he?  “You’re building up my expectations,” he teased in a gentle tone.  “I’ve loved animatronics ever since the French...”  And here he quickly caught himself.  He could hardly admit to Ash that he’d been around when the Enlightenment brought about so many mechanical wonders.  Automata they’d been called back then.  He wondered when the name had changed.  

Clearing his throat, Gelert tried to think of a way to save his statement without sounding weird.  “That is... ever since I learned about all of the automata created by the French back in the 1700′s.  I’ve always wished I had the kind of skill you’d need to make stuff like that.”  Which was also true.  Gelert liked working with his hands, but he didn’t think he’d ever have that level of craftsmanship.

[1animegalwrites]

Found an old interview script I did 2 years ago for this contest. I really wasn’t 100% happy with it myself, but I did win third place so it had to be somewhat good. At least I can say that I had fun doing it. Might start looking for more writing contests to see if I can win anymore.

PDF file because I wanted to be different and submitted it as a pdf instead of a regular word document.

FAZBEAR ENTERTAINMENT CAST MEMBER INTERVIEW:

Date: 11/13/XXXX

Time: 11:00 am

Location Hiring: FFP009

Interviewer/Department: Scott - Head of Security

ID: PG9823  Applicant: Wendy J. Avery

Age / DOB:  19 --- March 22,19XX

Job Title: Night Guard

Available To Start:  ASAP

Desired Pay Rate:

Hourly: X

Daily:

Weekly:

Monthly:

Amount: $XX.XX

Beginning Of Interview

*Knock knock knock*

Scott – Come in.

*Door opens*

Scott – Good morning. How may I help you?

Wendy – Hey there! I’m here for an interview.

Scott – *Looks through papers* - Ah yes, Wendy right?

Wendy – That’s me.

Scott – Good, good. I’m glad to see that you could make it. Have a seat and we’ll get started. Now, we’ll just start off with some questions. Just your basic standard questions. Ready?

Wendy – Yes sir! *grins*

Scott – Alright; How much do you know about our history?

Wendy – Well…not much really…. Oh! I’ve been here plenty of times as a child growing up though!

Scott – Really?

Wendy – Yes sir! And I’m positive that I can learn the history of Fazbear Entertainment and be caught up on wh-

Scott – No! .... *Clears throat* No. That’s alright. Well then, how much do you remember about your time here as a child?

Wendy – Uumm…… Other than the games and food? Um… Other than that nothing much. I do remember that it was closed for a little while. I think in 198…6? 87?

Scott – …….. Alright, what were you like as a child Wendy?

Wendy – Well, I believe that I was an adventurous child.

Scott – *Chuckle* You believe?

Wendy – *sigh* Yea. My parents say I was more of a wild child. Always going into things head first and never thought twice about things.

Scott – *mumble* Well in this case that’s a good thing.

Wendy – excuse me?

Scott – Nothing. Moving on. Are you comfortable or have any experience with basic machinery?

Wendy – Like….with the animatronics?

Scott – Well…. Yes and no. More like computers and stage lights….possibly servo units.

Wendy – Umm… No experience, but I have no problem with them sir.

Scott – Not a problem. How do you feel about working with AI’s?

Wendy – That sounds like it could be fun! Might keep me company.

Scott – ……. Right…company. *Clears throat* Glad to hear that. Now, are you claustrophobic, cathisophobic, globophobic, or porphyrophobic? Odds are that you haven’t heard any of those meaning that you most likely are not; so just go ahead and put that down as a no?

Wendy – *panics* Wait! Wait. Did you say Katsaridaphobic? I couldn’t quite catch all that you said and just wanted to make sure. *nerves laugh*

Scott – Catsarida-…? Oh! Katsaridaphobia. No, no I said cathis, cathisophobic.

Wendy – *relaxes* Oh..okay

Scott – ….Do ….you have any trouble hearing Wendy?

Wendy – No sir. It’s more like a selective hearing thing I do. I can hear things fine. It’s just that every now and then some things will not sound the way it is. It’s only with words and conversations though! Nothing else.

Scott – Medication?

Wendy – None

Scott – Good. And I take it you have katsaridaphobia then?

Wendy – *slight panic* Is…. That a problem?

Scott – *Smirk* Not at all. As long as you keep things clean here, you shouldn’t have any problems.

Wendy – *relieved sigh* Yes, of course. Scott – Okay Wendy, how are your reflexes?

Wendy – *very confused* Huh? My …..reflexes? Average.

Scott – Good, good. And how are you under pressure?

Wendy – *Still confused* Um ……Pretty good.

Scott – Alright, that’s good. Okay! That’s it for the basic questions bit….. Now, I’m going to give you a bit of a…..scenario. Things that may or may not happen. Just give me your best answer. Okay Wendy?

Wendy – Y-yes sir.

Scott – No need to be nervous Wendy. There is no right or wrong answer for these. Just…. relax.

Wendy – *Calming breath*

Scott – Now, Let’s say that you’re supervising a birthday party and one of the animatronics seems to be acting a bit….well….. buggy. No one else seems to notice, which is a good thing. But with the kids being around and all, it’s best to get the suit backstage to get looked at. How would you handle the situation while making sure the event doesn’t get….. out of hand?

Wendy – Well… first I would call for backup to help me move the suit.

Scott – *raises an eyebrow*

Wendy – I-in a way that doesn’t alert the children…. Or their parents!

Scott – *lowers brow*

Wendy – And while I wait for the others I would try to steer the children away from the animatronic while keeping myself between the two. And hopfuly by the time the help gets there the children would have moved on elsewhere and we can move the suite to get it looked at.

Scott – Good, and if the children haven’t moved on? Or one of the parents notice what your trying to do?

Wendy – Then…uh…I would ...Tell the children that the character ….had to leave for a bit to….freshen up! And I would tell the parent that we were doing a…. routine maintenance?

Scott – Okay then, here is your next one; while working with Freddy Fazbear’s pizza, you are most likely have periods of down time. What would you do during that time?

Wendy – Well…. I would most likely read a book or do a word puzzle.

Scott – Hmmm. Okay, here is your last one. In what seems to be a….case of …..parental neglect, one of our younger guests….wanders off and gets lost. Chances are, they have left and gone outside the pizzeria. A reporter has taken interest in the situation and is trying to get information from you while the rest of the staff and local police are with the parents looking for the child. What do you do?

Wendy – Well you guys have a policy on that right? Giving information like that is handled by the person in charge.

Scott - *firm nood*

Wendy – I would tell the reporter that I’m not the one to give them that information, and tell them who they need to talk to . And as much as it might hurt me later on, any information from me would been my opinion and not part of what Freddy Fazbear entertainment thinks

Scott – And if this reporter continues to try to get information off of you?

Wendy – ……I would report them for harassment. I would have been more than annoyed by that point.

Scott – Very good. We are almost done here. I just have this one final question for you. Why do you want to work here at Freddy Fazbear’s pizza?

Wendy – Well…. I told you that I used to come here a lot as a child, and I always loved it here. I thought it would be…nice…to be part of the ‘fazbear family’ I guess. You know what they always say about this place. Its where ‘fantasy and fun comes to life’. I always believed that. And I could really use the money.

Scott – Hmmm…. That’s a nice way to put Wendy. You are right about that. This is the place where fantasy and fun comes to life. Well that wraps things up here. We’ll give you a call within the next week or two, so keep your phone on you.

*Shake hands*

Wendy – Will do!

Scott – It was very nice meeting you Wendy.

Wendy – Likewise. Have a great day!

*Leaves room*

Scott – *deep sigh* yea. We’ll see…..

End

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Simple Team Building Exercises in the Disney Years Chapter Ten Part Two

So I accepted the promotion and went to work straight away. The first thing I did was call in my team to let them know about my new position. Everyone seemed to be thrilled that I was going to be the “leader of the pack” going forward. Those in the Entertainment Division were also quite enthusiastic about my new role. I knew some of what I was going to be doing just from having observed so much in the past, but there’s really no way to know what you’re getting into until you’re already waist deep in it. While I was busy thinking about what Simple team building exercises I wanted to conduct and how I could open the lines of communication within the department, some of the unexpected aspects of my job were lurking just beyond my vision.

One of the problems we always had back then was the fact that the Technical Service Department was in the Facilities Division. It was always a challenge for the Entertainment Division not to have control of the Technical Services Department. They were happy about the promotion because I was considered to be one of them with a strong entertainment background, and they believed it would put their division in more direct control of the department.

The second thing I did was have my office moved outside of the tunnel and over to a spotlight booth at the Contemporary Hotel (which itself is a long story, so I won’t be getting into it here) where I didn’t have to listen to “It’s a Small World After All” all day long on an endless loop. My new job also entitled me to have a secretary, so I arranged to get one as soon as I could.  The new office, as I mentioned, was a spotlight booth in the “Ballroom of the Americas,” located in the Contemporary Hotel. The reason for this was that the spotlight booths were poorly designed, with the spotlight openings placed inexplicably at the ceiling level. This meant that the spotlight couldn’t hit the stage or front of the room, nor could it hit the sides of the room for that matter. Its shortcomings made for the perfect office space. There were four booths in total. One of them housed my office, another the night auditor for the hotel, and the other two we used for sound and lighting control. It was far from ideal, but it did the job back then. At the very least, it far and away better than a musical tunnel.

I got a pass to be able to park in the back of the Magic Kingdom so I could attend the 8:00 AM meetings with the Facilities Division and make my rounds to meet with my team at the various live venues throughout the park. Technical Services (as I have probably mentioned earlier) was responsible for providing lighting, sound reinforcement, and were the operators for all live venues in the park and resorts. It also was required to provide all staging, lighting, sound, and operators for all in house meetings and special events held in the park and golf courses, as well as the resort division, campgrounds, and the Disney film library that the guests could rent from when staying at one of the Disney properties, all duties I loved performing and felt I was performing admirably, as well as others in the Entertainment & Facilities Division. As I had mentioned many times before, I was required to attend the Facility Division heads of departments every weekday morning at 8:00 AM, still to discuss the day’s activities and goals. I got along with everyone quite well with the exception of the Superintendent of Animatronics, who we will call “Mr Wonderful” for this chapter (I can’t remember his actual name anyway, so it’s necessary). He was always trying to get my department to hand over our Pargo (an electric vehicle) that we used to move performers, operators, and equipment throughout the tunnel during the days and evenings. Hardly a week went by where he wasn’t asking Neil to take the vehicle away from us and hand it over to his department. Neil always told him he wouldn’t do it. I have to give “Mr Wonderful” credit, as he never gave up trying to get his hands on that thing. He was nothing if not persistent. But Neil always denied him because he understood we needed the vehicle more than Animatronics did—we did far more work that required frequent transportation in our department.

As you can imagine, this went on for months between us. Then one day Neil Gallenger got promoted up the line and “Mr Wonderful” was the next employee to be the Manager of All Departments. You may not be shocked to learn this, but one of the first things he wanted was my department’s Pargo. Perhaps he felt that his new position and sense of authority entitled him to whatever he wanted from the rest of us. But I wasn’t intimidated, and quickly came up with a plan of my own. I told him I didn’t know where it was at the moment but would get him the keys the next morning. He probably figured that I was stalling and went out searching for it by himself anyway. His thinking, I imagine, was that if he found it he could simply lay claim to it and deprive my department of it for good.

Fortunately, after hearing that “Mr Wonderful” was going to be the new boss, I instantly got hold of my guy I referred to as “Fast Eddie” and had him and his team get a truck and remove it from the tunnel ASAP, which they did. They had it out within an hour of the request. Then we arranged to take it to the Disney Shop late in the evening and build a crate for it. We marked the crate “Staging Equipment” and took it to the Shader Brothers Warehouse for storage, where it sat for almost two years collecting dust until Disney’s new warehouses where completed. I can remember the great joy I felt when I handed the keys to AH and told him I still didn’t know where it was. I also told him that we would keep looking for him but by all accounts and appearances, it just seemed to disappear. My hat went off to all involved, as everyone was sworn to secrecy and maintained the crate fabrication and its location for years. In its own weird way, our hoodwink were sort of exercises for team building! We were so careful that there was absolutely no paper trail on it, and I’m confident that had a serious search been conducted it still wouldn’t have been found. I realize now it was like cutting my nose off to spite my face, but I was damn sure not going to give it to the Animatronics Department. We had to do without it ourselves, of course, but later we did end up getting another one. Perhaps it wasn’t the most professional thing to do, messing around with a co-worker like that, but at the time I thought it was needed to keep him in check. I had no desire to deny my department something that was vital to their duties just because “Mr Wonderful” snapped his fingers and said I should.

The next chapter will discuss the ultimate marriage of the Technical Service Department and the Entertainment Division, and all the changes that were brought about.

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