#nobody can make me hate you freddy Fazbear !!!

[chloesimaginationthings]

Aaaaa!

Freddy said 'Har?' Why is that so cuteeee!

ONE THOUGHT in his head.. and it’s har,,

[five-nights-at-fujisakis]

i do not know how it got in the vents, or where it came from, but there is ANOTHER ANIMATRONIC. and this one makes an absolutely terrifying noise when it gets close.

i was managing things as usual (checking the cameras, readying my flashlight, trying to keep my breathing even) when i heard what i THOUGHT was a rat scuttling around in the vents again. but this time it was louder and a bit closer and suddenly there was this screeching noise that sounded almost like tv static being TORTURED, and then suddenly the grate on the ceiling vent just when POP and fell to the floor. then is animatronic THING sprang out at me!!!!!! i panicked and flashed the light directly in its face and it froze

it was only a couple feet away. within arms reach, if i had regular-sized arms instead of my scrawny stick limbs.

that was the closest i've come to dying so far. i hate this job so much.

it looked... kinda like cody? but more angular. with a mask that was bright pink and white. it this supposed to be foxy??? the rest of its body was a shambling mess of endoskeleton with a massive claw. it didn't look humanoid. i'm not sure it looked like anything at all. WHY WOULD ANYONE DESIGN SOMETHING LIKE THIS??? WHAT EVEN IS THIS THING??? WHERE DID IT COME FROM??? WHY IS IT IN THE VENTS?????????????

eventually after staring me in face for a few seconds while i held the light in its face, it retreated into the vent again, and i heard that screeching noise fade away. thankfully i didn't scream (i've always been very quiet when i panic, as my old classmates can attest to) but it was still enough of an opening for the other animatronics to realize i wasn't flipping through the cameras like normal and make a beeline for me. i had to slam those doors down FAST and ring the doorbell TWICE to get freddy to leave.

and then, once i calmed down, i realized that the THING in the vents was coming back. and there's no DOOR over the vent so my only defense from that thing is the flashlight, and i can't see it on the cameras so my only choice is to just wait for the noise and desperately hope i'm not already using the flashlight for something else.

i don't understand why this is happening to me. this restaurant has been open since COVID, how has none of this been reported by now??? i know that sounds weird since i haven't reported anything and i know i'm a coward for it but. you'd think SOMEONE would have said something. or they would have found a body???

i think i need to do more research on fazbear stuff in general. that one anon seemed to think it was cursed and had the info to back it up, but the only animatronic issues mentioned were stuff that would be basic safely issues. the stuff that happens when you don't read the manual. (how's that saying go? rules are wrote in blood?). i haven't heard anything about the animatronic AIs getting weird like this??? and why on earth do they all want to kill me, but leave everyone else alone during the daytime??? i just don't understand.

maybe it's an internal clock thing? i think i'm going to have to figure out this puzzle if i want any chance of ensuring MY survival and ensuring nobody else dies in the future.

IT WAS NOT A RAT

[scooperkin]

Wow. A FNaF fan who actually likes to keep characters artistically accurate? What a gem! I also hate when they draw Freddy either uncomfortably ripped, VERY stout, or just straight skinny. Like, no! He's a bear so I imagine him being fat but still having lots of muscle, you know? He should never be skinny or short. I know everyone can draw whatever they want but fucking Hell man. Everything is just so backwards in fanart lol. So I feel your pain on Baby and Ballora. Ballora would be the tall and lean type while Baby would be the chubby but ridiculously tall type. Baby's chubbiness is there to reference "baby fat". Even if there wasn't a reason, leave that poor girl alone

Yeah I think it's always nice for people to have interpretations for fanart and designs. I can get it with a lot of the earlier fnaf designs since they had sort of copy and paste body types, but Circus Baby is clearly a very large woman.

So it just rubs me the wrong way when people say "she should be tiny and cute because her name is "BABY."" And also make her bratty even though she's never been bratty. She can be a bit bossy according to the other Funtimes, but she's never seemed bratty. Bratty and bossy are different.

So we literally have a giant fat woman girlboss, but a lot of people don't think that's "fitting," for a character. Which is a shame.

It's different of course if it's like a redesign/different incarnation of course though. For any of the characters. Because of course, Freddy Fazbear and Glamrock Freddy aren't the same character Freddy, and Toy Chica and Withered Chica, sorta deal. So if it's like oh this is a new incarnation of Baby, Party Baby or something and that one is tiny and cutesy that's fine because it's a different character just like BonBon is to Bonnie.

Scrap Baby and Circus Baby are also technically the same only this is corrupted Baby + Lizzy who had to rebuild themselves. And while she is thinner she is still huge. But I find it interesting that nobody tries to babify or make Scrap Baby thinner. 🤔 So you can see a problem here.

Also don't mean to say people are doing this on purpose of course. I don't think most people fat-shame, "beautify," or infantize some female characters on purpose. It's just on such a subconscious level from what we've all learned from society that I don't think most people realize they're doing it. But it's important we look at ourselves and ask "why do I prefer Circus Baby as small and bratty?" and see where that might be coming from. If one says it's because her name is "Baby," that's ignoring the fact she's the leader, the most talkative, experienced, self-controlled and physically biggest of her team.

[sharkmobster]

more funtime found family au stuff but this time focusing on funtime freddy and michael's relationship. it's incredibly rambly and turns into off-kilter dialogue but i gotta get this off my chest.

tw mentioned child abuse/death

• doesn't actually like michael (at first) even tho i draw them hanging around each other a lot

• bon bon is the only reason he does loaf around him. (bon bon and bonnet being the only ones who like Michael in the beginning.) They're attached to each other so it's inevitable that they would hang around mikey.

• ft freddy plays really mean spirited jokes on michael bc he's not allowed to harm him. he has to get real creative. (ft freddy has a lot of anger inside of him. people write him off as being dumb and goofy but really that's just a mask that he put up so he didn't scare people away. of course the funtimes know how he is, knows who he is right to his core bc they're all connected on a deeper/technological level.)

• (slaps funtime freddy. this bear can fit so much trauma and abandonment issues in him!)

• can be incredibly vindictive when he wants to be and takes out a lot of his agression on Michael. michael shares the afton name (bc he sure as hell doesn't look like william in my au lol) and that alone is enough for ft freddy to bully him.

• (the funtimes blame william for abandoning them so ft freddy takes it especially personal when his ankle biter comes around to "liberate" them. and on some deeper level freddy is just terrified that michael will abandon them all, just like willy did. he never voices this of course. opting to show his apprehension and fear in a more destructive way, pushing Michael further away.)

• canon ft freddy: sinister but still goofy and knows how to have a good time

my ft freddy: goofy and repressed anger issues, doesn't know how to enjoy himself without causing someone some kinda pain.

• michael gets fed up with being terrorized eventually and confronts him, and ft freddy drops the silly act for a bit just ready to blow up at him. (he can't even place why he's still so angry at michael when really he's been nothing but hospitable and accomodating to their wants and needs but fuck he's just so wound up he doesn't know what to do) michael compares him to william during the argument (cruel and vindictive just like william wanted) and ft freddy nearly rings his neck, absolutely seething but bon bon doesnt let that happen of course. (idk if this is confirmed canon but bon bon was designed to placate freddy. he raises his voice even slightly and bon bon's petting his face, stopping him from getting even more agressive)

• ft freddy shuts down after the confrontation ends (emotionally, anyway) and the blow out itself is completely anti climatic, nobody getting hurt. he ends up isolating himself from the others with bon bon hovering around like a concerned mother hen. Baby and the others give him space but michael (after he cools down anyways) won't leave him alone.

• See the thing is: Michael understands. Michael understands more than anyone what it's like to feel so deeply, what it's like to hate and hate and to keep hating until that rage is your whole life. It's suffocating. and he had to deal with that all on his own, choking on his own grief and rage without anyone to guide him. (his brother is dead bc of him and he carries that with him everywhere he goes, in everything he does.)

• They're living in the countryside of France at this point in time, far off from any wandering eyes, a thick forest surrounding their home. Freddy has a few hiding spots that he scouted out within the first few days of staying there. And that's where Michael finds him, hiding out in a small alcove by the a creek, throwing rocks at the trees (and sometimes wildlife).

• freddy doesn't aknowledge him, ignoring him like a child would and bon bon frets nervously between them, not wanting another fight to break out. Michael tells them that he's not here to fight anymore, he just wants to talk. you like to talk, don't you? and freddy doesn't say anything, running his fingers through the dirt, absentmindedly.

• michael asks bon bon to leave so that they can have a private convo and bon bon freaks out like absolutely not, he might hurt you and michael asks freddy directly like "are you going to hurt me?" freddy still isn't talkative, and he's rigid when he shakes his head no after a bit of silence. Bon Bon asks if he's alright with him leaving and freddy just shrugs, still staring at nothing in the distance. bon bon hesitates for a few moments before finally leaving, telling Michael to call out to him if he's in danger but michael rushes him along.

• it's just them now, nothing but the sounds of nature around them. michael asks how he's feeling and freddy shrugs again. Michael strikes up a one sided conversation, stepping closer and closer to him over time not really getting any kinda response out of him but eventually, during his rambling, freddy finally looks at him and says "Y-You just don't get-get it." and then goes back to the silent treatment.

• Michael's quiet, having made his way up to standing right next to freddy (he's only a tiny bit taller than him when he's just sitting like that). he nods his head, considering something for a while until finally he goes "Did I ever tell you about what it was like? Ya know. Being William Afton's golden child?" freddy doesn't say anything but he pauses from drawing circles in the dirt, tilts his head just a fraction to let mikey know he's listening.

• michael stares at the creek. "He wasn't the most outwardly loving father. Wasn't really the nicest one, either. But, I wanted his approval so bad, I'd do anything for it." Freddy slowly turns his head to watch him carefully. that's got his attention. "I did a bunch of stupid shit back then, all cause I wanted to be noticed by him. But all that attention went to my little-" and michael draws in a sudden breath, pained. stays silent for a moment, working up the courage to speak. "I did something awful to my brother. All for my father. And it's an awful thing to say but his death didn't matter. Pops didnt bat an eye and Mom was too far gone by that point after Elizabeth...." he looks back in the direction of the cottage. "Well.... you know what happened to Elizabeth." Freddy's stare is hard and unyielding. "He's gone now and I was the only one who cared enough. His fuckin' abuser cared more for his passing than his own father did."

• "He threw me into the basement. Did you know that?" Michael bounces from one foot to another, anxiety written into his very bones. he's lost in his rambling now, having never spoken these words out loud to anyone. "I killed his son and he locked me away in the dark for three years." Freddy fully turns to give Michael his undivided attention, stock still, hanging off of his every word. "I got out. Eventually. I ran away and lived on the streets for years until someone got a hold of me. Told me my old man was missing, presumed dead. Got a pretty penny from the fazbear business he co-owned with Mr. Emily. Things were going good, I guess. I was overwhelmed for the most part, didn't do anything other than bounce around from hotels every few days. In some way, I felt like he was still out there, watching me. I just kept running. And then i found out about you." He glances at freddy and looks away quickly when he finds an unblinking visage staring back. "Found out about all of you. Locked away in a storage facility for over 30 years. In the dark. All alone." an incredibly long silence stretches out between them, freddy fidgeting, hyperaware of every noise going on around them.

• "You think I don't get it. But I do. I think I understand you more than anyone could." Michael's staring back at him, raw emotion across his face, eyes soft with empathy and that's what makes Freddy turn away from him. Suddenly uncomfortable. "I don't want to fight with you. Not you. Not Ballora, or Foxy, or Eli-" He visibly winces, but regains his composure. "...I just... need you to understand that I want to help."

• Freddy's never been so quiet, and it's such an odd sight. Michael's not sure if he should say anything else or if he should leave the bear alone. the bear speaks up, finally "W-We could've kill-killed you."

• "That was always a possibility, yeah. I woulda deserved it." Freddy's not sure if he likes the way Michael talks about himself sometimes. "I needed to get you guys out of there, though. That was more important than whatever could've happened to me." Michael huffs. "Besides, if I hadn't bailed you guys out then I would've never gone to Paris. Ballora has good taste in real estate, I think." and despite everything, freddy lets out a sudden breath that could've been mistaken for a sensible chuckle. Michael smiles anyway.

• Things settle down afterwards, though there's no bite to Freddy's jokes now. They're not as close as Michael wants, Freddy still keeping his distance, keeping his walls up but it's something.

• Freddy starts watching horror movies with him late into the night and until dawn. Doesn't let Michael sleep in afterwards and he might just regret this but it makes Freddy happy. Things go back to normal in the cottage, as normal as things can be for a motley troupe like them anyways. Michael starts laughing at his jokes more.

[lucarioisinthevoid]

What would everyone think of king Afton?

After many years of the animatronics killing nightguards, they finally caught William and killed him. But as you know from my ask about Goldie and Cassidy, Cassidy lied saying it wasn't him. When humans found out the animatronics were sentient, they locked all animatronics underground, including all the nightguards that were stuffed. Which meant Afton was still around to mess with the animatronics and the dead kids. When animatronics started getting the hang of having a society, springtrap (as how he went by in his suit. It became common among stuffed humans to make up names for themselves instead of using their human names) became the town nuisance. He basically caused trouble just get reactions, everyone just ignored him and pissed him off.

A few years later, about a week after Golden Freddy's and Cassidy's death, the guards were waiting for orders from king Fazbear, Bonnie was subcoming to guilt and depression seeing the situation with Goldie and Cassi as his fault, the Marionette was mourning the death of another child in her room, and Freddy was in his palace thinking. He honestly didn't know how to feel in the moment of their deaths, so he just kept thinking about it knowing the should feel something, like sad or angry.

Springtrap snuck inside the palace, almost too easily. When he was sneaking in, a human fell down. Freddy went to investigate, with springtrap following behind in the shadows. The human that fell sorta looked like Cassidy, except she had gold blonde hair, but that was the only difference. It was like the world wanted to play a joke on Freddy, "hey look!!! A little girl that looks like both of your now dead friends!!! Isn't that funny?!!?!" How dare the world. Before he could even think, all the feelings he should have felt flooded through him, the sadness of loosing the people he loves, the guilt of being unable to prevent their deaths, and the anger towards humanity for killing people he held close to his soul. Without thinking, he projected his anger towards humans on the child, and mercilessly killed her.

He was brought back to his senses when William started laughing and applauding the show before him. Freddy then attacked him, nearly killing him before realizing in this moment he was no better than him. After this realization, he declared war on humanity. The Marionette ran away back to the ruins never to be heard from again, and springtrap was made into the new royal adviser. Freddy hired him as royal adviser in hopes that maybe Afton could teach him to be more merciless.

The only reason why he was so merciless as a killer was because Chara made him think he was insane, and he was a player's puppet. He lived his own life so many times, why would it matter if he killed people if he knew they were going to be fine when he wakes up yesterday? Now Chara became dormant, and the players stopped controlling him. Kinda ironic how he's now feeling powerless despite now having complete control of his body.

He began to feel regret for everything his done. The many people he's killed, the many people he let stay dead. He was no longer above his actions. He was no longer above consequences. This made him fall into despair and depression.

After years of being royal adviser, Freddy gave him a title of king, trusting him enough to rule beside him as brothers. After he was crowned, him and Fazbear became closer, like actual brothers.

But they had disagreements, like all siblings do. Except their disagreements had to do with life and death. Freddy would argue with Afton over killing humans, he'd say that he needed to kill humans and collect their souls in order to set them all free. Afton would argue saying that everyone had already suffered enough, and that more children didn't deserve to die. When ever human children fall down and leave the Marionette's protection in the ruins, he would try and protect the children from Freddy, in hopes that he might be able to talk him out of killing them. Usually the kids flat out give up and let themselves be killed. Afton stopped trying to protect the kids after a 5 year old gave up her life to Fazbear.

King Afton, with the help of doctor Bonnie, removed his suit, and rebuilt Springbonnie and Fredbear. Fredbear remembered how Afton used spring for murder, but thankfully Springbonnie didn't remember how he was used. He didn't even remember the surface, he just knew who he was, who his brother Fredbear was, and that Afton was one of the people that made him. Afton talked with Fredbear privately about how times had changed from 1987 to now, when Fredbear was shut down to when he was rebuilt. Fredbear didn't remember the bite of 87, and his memories of the surface weren't any better. All he remembered was kids, the layout of the diner, and the stars he'd look at out the window.

Once Afton explained everything, leaving out the bite incident, Fredbear to forgive the poor corpse for everything he's done. He didn't trust him, he just forgave him. Fredbear and Springbonnie then left Afton's room where they were rebuilt and started living their own lives.

This Afton is a more forgivable, and melancholy version of Afton.

What would everyone in your AU think of King Afton?

First up, very interesting take, though now all the pressure of the “why did you kill” are put on Chara. The concept of Afton getting EXP from stuffing children into suits is wrecking me with laughter to be fully honest- this man must be buff- Everyone is a big number, but I can give you three main people, I think.

Marionette hates him- like all Williams. He doesn’t believe in redemption; he doesn’t believe in the concept of regret. Nobody ever regretted what happened to him, thus regret must be a hindering emotion at best- a liability at worst. Useless and hurtful. This William is pathetic! How can you go around killing children because of some fucking spirit?! And then being all regretful about it, as though it makes a difference?! Devaluing these murders even MORE! How much must he hate these children that he admits openly that his murders were pointless and soulless and now after decades something he would be taking back?! HOW DOES THAT HELP?! WHO?! HE DOESN’T DESERVE PITY. AND YOUR FREDDY, HE SHOULD HAVE KILLED HIM FOR GOOD! SO WHAT IF YOU ARE “EQUALLY” AS BAD?! IF TWO WRONGS MEET AND ONE KILLS THE OTHER, THEN WE HAVE AT LEAST ONE RIGHT! There is nothing more appalling to him than regretting the evil deeds, because then you say you did those evil deeds out of weakness and selfishness and nothing else came from it. Marion doesn’t regret killing the guards. Marion DOESN’T regret killing the guards! (My Marionette would make a much more ruthless ruler of the underground than both William and Freddy combined…) Fredbear is actually somewhat happy. He feels terrible for everything that happened until then and that the Marionette had to leave home because of William returning and becoming an advisor- and of course, he’s agonizing about the fact that another child had to die. But in the end, there’s some reassurance in William just being another puppet, suffering the circumstances and now working for redemption. The children are still here in some way after all, with this new technology- once it is perfected, everyone can live the life they wanted. All he hopes is that William will be a force of good this time around and for good this time. He shouldn’t have crumbled to the timeloop, but… … things like that are mindbreaking, certainly. Not being yourself is extremely scary. And how can you be sure you ARE yourself? If he would have the chance to say anything to Afton, then it’s to not give protecting the children. They need you. They need someone to stand up for them. No matter how pointless it seems or how often you fail, continuing to try is what matters. Stay determined. You owe them this after all- you have proven your ability to use what’s inside of you for destruction, make sure that it will become good permanently. You need to wake up every morning and choose to do the right thing. They need you. Both the living and the dead. Old Sport thinks he’s a funny fucker. As someone in the same shoes as him- well, without that evil spirit thing, but still- he sees his acting out and then doing a 180° as pretty hilarious. Like, sure, you go dude, reinvent yourself as this regretful somebody who wants to help, Old Sport gets it, he has done stuff like that too- but being all mopey and melancholic about it? Just move on! If you were in a loop, what does it matter? Reset and restart. You didn’t feel bad doing it, right? So why feel bad now? What’s the point? Genuine question. You did the deed, you committed the crime and that was okay. And then you stuck to that timeline. Sorry, not sorry, you have nobody to blame but yourself. And that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be able to move on and change and make peace, that’s totally fine, but the way Old Sport sees it from the outside, there’s a lot of misplaced guilt. This is a story, right? … … even if Old Sport doesn’t like, part of him feels jealous. Afton lacked control over his body, but at least he had a soul, right? At least he HAS a kind of personality and sense of self. He can make himself into a consistent character, unlike Old Sport who has to pick and choose and never knows what to do- In his opinion, Afton needs to get a grip and be less ungrateful for the things he actually DOES have. Save the kids, kill the kids, whatever, protect your sense of self… but then at least be satisfied with your choices that came out of that sense of self. Guilt is a choice. Either regret and act or don’t and stay back.

[wromwood]

I was tagged by my friend, @penny-anna. Thanks!

How many works do you have on AO3?

15. Honestly, that’s more than I expected.

What’s your total AO3 word count?

39,470. Wow, that’s practically a novel!

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? 

On AO3, I’ve written for Doctor Who, The Lord of the Rings, and Five Nights at Freddy’s. Quite a odd little trio there.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 

* Dungeons and Dragons and Dad * Still Hot * Slumber * Happy * You Two Have A Bedroom

Do you respond to comments, why or why not? 

Oh, I most certainly do! I so rarely get comments that I just have to respond to them, letting the commenters know that I truly do appreciate the feedback. Makes me feel less like I’m writing into the void.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? 

Huh. Good question. I don’t write angst, and a few fics don’t have endings. I guess... one of the Time Triplets drabbles gets pretty angtsy. However, I always intended to show how it gets resolved. Ah well.

Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Oh my god. I used to be so into crossovers. Honestly, I still am, but I’m less public about the ones I’m working on. Mostly because they all involve original OCs and no one would care about them. The craziest one I’ve written isn’t on AO3. It was a Doctor Who/Sherlock crossover SERIES on Fanfiction . net, which had a third uncompleted installment where they dimension-jumped into other properties. But I deleted all of those so nobody can read them. (Thank god)

Have you ever received hate on a fic? 

Nope! My writing isn’t exciting or popular enough to get hate.

Do you write smut? If so what kind? 

As you can tell by my AO3 page, I have written smut before. I don’t write it as often now, although I do still have that unpublished smut fic that’s just waiting to be all wrapped up. I should finish that.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? 

Nope! Again, not exciting or popular enough for that.

Have you ever had a fic translated? 

Oh yes, I have! That was a totally unexpected offer that I gladly accepted. It was a Russian translation for You Two Have A Bedroom.

What’s your all time favorite ship? 

Two/Jamie. For sure.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? 

Ahhhhhh, it’s the FNaF fic. I started it during the beginning of the pandemic and still haven’t finished it. I want to end it, but I need to reread the Fazbear Frights story that it’s a continuation of to get back into it, and I’m just too busy to devote energy to it right now.

What are your writing strengths? 

Apparently, I’m good at making characters that people care about and think are cute!

What are your writing weaknesses? 

I’m not good at writing a complete and total plot.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? 

Have never done it before. If I ever wanted to, though, I’d either do it myself through Google searching/translating or (if it’s a language I totally don’t know or a complicated phrase/sentence/scene) I’d contact a native speaker and just. Ask them to do it.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? 

Again, not on AO3, but MLP:FiM.

What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written? 

Good question. I honestly don’t know. My writing style has changed so much that it’s almost hard to reread my past work, even though I still like what I made. Different Shoes is pretty cute.

And that’s all! I don’t know who to tag here, so I’ll open it to anyone who is interested.

[fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction]

Body Double

tw: brief self-harm

Jeremy and Damien were in charge of Baby's upgrades and maintenance to keep her functioning for the pizzeria. Sometimes Digi would sit in on their work, watching in neutral silence as engineer and student tinkered with the feminine form on the table before them.

"I don't remember installing this system." Jeremy prodded at a series of tubes running delicately around Baby's core and up towards her neck and head. "Damien? Was this your doing?"

Damien blinked, taken out of his focus by the question as his eye color flickered from chocolate brown to rich green and back. "Oh... forgot about that. Yeah, that's the central cooling system, military grade." He shrugged at Jeremy's frown. "It's s'posed to keep her temperature under control. Those blueprints said that if the core gets too hot, any Remnant stored there will break down. It's for Digi's safety."

The two of them looked up at him at that and Digi hunched his shoulders as he pulled his legs up to hide behind. "Sorry," he mumbled, despite not knowing why he would say it and not actually feeling sorry. If anything he felt bitter that people his other self had hurt had taken consideration for his well-being; he still didn't believe he deserved it.

"No, it's actually a good idea. Not sure how you got that tech but as long as we don't have cops at the door, I'll just accept it's there," Jeremy said, looking back at Damien. He tapped his screwdriver against the palm of his hand, his gaze returning to the inactive animatronic on the table. Digi followed his eyes, looking over Baby's face with a spark of content in her appearance.

This version of her was the most recent model the two engineers had crafted. They'd taken inspiration from an amusement park attraction that featured animatronic humans that had such seamless looking skin covering that people were hard-pressed to remember they were machines. Jeremy immediately began drafting an upgraded blueprint while Damien raced to get some of the flesh-toned material from the source. The result was Circus Baby MK.IV, as human-looking a creation as the park's, with smooth peach-toned skin and the same soft hair wig as her previous model.

Meera had invited everyone to a small celebration when Digi was able to walk out of the pizzeria in the new animatronic and no one screamed in terror at the sight of Baby strolling down the street, holding up a sign to invite them to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza and Parties.

"Y'know, we do still have the stuff to make another of these," Jeremy finally said with a thoughtful tone. Damien looked up at him in confusion, then glanced at Baby's face, then up at Digi, then back at Jeremy... and grinned.

"Oh, that's gonna be fuckin' fuuun~," he crooned and Jeremy gave him a disturbed look.

"Sometimes I don't believe you have Papa's soul," he said with an eye twitch. Damien shrugged, twirling a finger in the air.

"Your Papa was fucked in the head before Freddy's; I'm showin' the truth of it, is all," he returned in a matter-of-fact tone.

The exchange had been all but forgotten by Digi until a few months later, when Meera got a call asking them both to stop by the workshop to see something that was made for Digi. The digital ghost gave the phone a distrustful look even as Meera gave him a puzzled one.

"I don't remember asking for upgrades or changes to Baby. She's working fine for you, right?" she asked him, confused by the call even as she grabbed for her purse and keys.

"Everything is functioning perfectly," Digi agreed, floating back and drifting towards the animatronic left inactive on a chair pushed into a corner of the room. He let himself fall into the form, data breaking apart and reforming in the core that held processors and storage for him to reside in as his consciousness spread out. In moments he had control of the animatronic and opened her eyes, running diagnostics in the back of his mind as she stood up from the chair and dusted off her short skirt.

"Ready?" Meera asked, opening the door to their apartment and waiting for Baby to join her.

"So far, so good," Digi replied in Baby's sultry-sweet voice, taking a quick look at a wall-mounted mirror to check over her face and make sure her makeup looked all right. The flesh covering made it easy to smudge lipstick and blush if she wasn't careful. "Let's go see what those payasos made. Maybe something to keep Helpy from falling on the floor while play-testing the ball pit?"

They stood in the workshop while Jeremy fidgeted beside something tall and draped in a white sheet, Damien peering over streams of code on a screen before nodding to himself. Meera just raised an eyebrow at them while Digi leveled a faint glare at Jeremy, memories of that long ago conversation about making another animatronic floating to the surface.

"Severo admin goto...." Jeremy began muttering under his breath out of nervousness and she glared harder.

"That doesn't work on me. I severed that connection, remember?" Digi huffed, "Nobody controls my body but me." Calming mantra or not, he didn't want any risk to his sense of control active. Every new model of Baby he was given to use had him go in and destroy the Fitzgerald control software as his first act.

He sometimes hated how his trauma wouldn't let him trust others so easily.

"So what's this thing you called us about?" Meera asked hurriedly, shifting topics to try and ease tensions more. Her smile was a bit strained but she reached out to pat Baby's shoulder and Digi felt himself relax at the contact.

"Ooh, ooh, can I?!" Damien shouted excitedly, waving an arm wildly with a wide smile. Jeremy sighed and gestured for him to go ahead. "Okay, so like, you're pretty comfortable walking around as Baby, but since we have extra supplies and all, we thought it'd be good if you could be yourself too!"

Digi felt himself tense. What?

The smaller man grabbed the white sheet and beamed at him, eyes bright with cheer. "This is for you! So you don't always have to be walking around in Circus Baby!" he declared and swept the sheet away to reveal....

Tall, male, golden tan skin and blonde hair, styled short in the way Digi had his hair done, frozen forever in digital form, silver-grey eyes lidded in a neutral expression, dressed in casual clothes of shades of blue; Digi stared at what was essentially his body from so long ago, before it was stolen by Afton.

He stepped back, eyes caught by his double's and unable to hear what was going on around him. Was it the Master File? Was it Afton? Was it going to move, to come after him?

His back hit something and he stumbled, one arm lifting to defend himself as he shrank away, desperate to leave the other figure's sight but too afraid to break his own gaze away for fear of leaving himself vulnerable.

"..cian?" He heard words again, once the sheet was thrown over the blonde animatronic to hide it away. "Lucian, it's covered, are you okay?"

"That's not my designation," he replied brokenly, and it registered faintly that his voice, not Baby's, came from his throat. He lifted a hand to his neck, raised it to his eyes, let his gaze rove over the soft red of the fingerless gloves covering a slender and delicate hand, Baby's hand.

Her hand, his hand, because this body was the only one he'd accept as a physical form aside from his hard-light one. It was all he had, all he knew.

Meera knelt beside him -when did he end up on the floor?- and gave him a concerned look. "Are you with me, Lucian? Still there?" she asked him softly.

"Yes," Digi murmured, feeling oddly disconnected from the Baby model he was possessing, as if he couldn't fit his consciousness into it fully like before. "I'm here, just... connection issues." He tried to move, get his legs under him to get up, but they didn't respond with the grace he's used to, jerking in stilted increments. In a flash, Jeremy and Damien were at his other side, tools in hand as Jeremy carefully hovered a hand over one leg.

"I want to check for damage, is that okay? May I touch your leg?" he asked cautiously and Digi almost sobbed in gratitude for that. Instead he jerked his head in a curt nod, trying desperately to regain his sense of self in Circus Baby, to feel her body as his and accept it as he always had. Jeremy's hands circled her knee, prodding and pressing carefully to feel for loose or broken parts under the surface.

Another run of diagnostics. Digi cast his attention about, half on the stream of data and half floundering as his vision tunneled, his field of view in Baby's eyes no longer as wide as before. It didn't even feel like he was in a body, more like he was the back-end software to Baby's user interface again, trapped behind glass and blind to the outside world unless he was hooked into a camera system much like he'd been hooked to the old Baby's eyes.

He couldn't breathe, crumbling in the confines of the machine holding him in its shell.

Meera's little cry of shock barely registered as Digi wrenched himself out of Baby's core and threw himself onto the floor of the workshop, once more in digital form before gathering the energy for hard-light. Jeremy and Damien looked up from the now inactive animatronic to him, concern on their faces. Digi barely spared them a glance, pushing himself to roll onto his back and stare up at the ceiling, taking in deep breaths that he didn't need to exist while Meera rushed to his side, fingers clutching at his hand like she feared he'd vanish if she let go.

He wouldn't do that to her, not now.

"What happened?" Damien asked in a small voice, so unlike him that Digi had to look again to be sure it was actually the Fright Guard that spoke up. "We thought... we made it for you, so you could have your body back... what happened?"

"It's not mine," Digi breathed out, far too honest for his own liking and too fast for him to take back. He squeezed his eyes shut, grimacing. "I mean... it doesn't belong to me. I'm a copy of the original, and he had his body stolen." The queasy feeling of disconnect didn't leave him, and he wanted nothing more than to claw at his own skin, feel something other than that strange distance between consciousness and form. Almost as if guided by that thought, Digi raised his free hand to his collar, dipping under the fabric and dragging his nails over his back, as far as he could reach, and the stings of pain grounded him, bringing relief as he recalibrated himself accordingly.

"Hey!" Jeremy said sharply, grabbing his wrist and yanking his arm away, earning him an icy glare that he managed to not shy away from. "I don't care who or what you are, you're not self-harming if I can help it!" They glared at one another until Digi broke first, looking away with an irritated huff. Only then was his hand released and Jeremy sat back. "The body's yours, made just for you, not anyone else," he said quietly, firmly.

"It's not," Digi muttered, shaking his head. They didn't understand. They didn't see what he saw, felt what he felt. The figure under that sheet... that was someone he had railed and fought against in fury and anguish and regret. That was someone who represented all of his mistakes and self-hatred.

That was someone else's body, someone with silver eyes cold and uncaring of anyone who was hurt by their choices.

"But we made it exactly like you!" Damien protested, still not comprehending anything and it was understandable. Digi ground his teeth together, angrily waving at his own face and emphasizing his right eye.

"No. You didn't," he hissed out, huffing again as the two engineers caught on and looked properly chastened. "You built a body that looks like someone we all hate. Much as I beat on myself for the shit I did, I don't need to be made your punching bag as well."

"We wouldn't-!" Damien began and snapped his mouth shut as Digi pointed at him with narrowed eyes.

<"Liar. You reincarnated for a chance to end my other self; if you hadn't kicked his ass and won, you'd be gunning for mine."> he sneered. Of course he wasn't understood in language, but the feeling was conveyed well and Damien's flicker of guilt didn't make him feel any better.

"We'll do something about that," Jeremy said with a tired sigh. "I'm sorry, this was supposed to be a nice surprise but it went badly. Will you be all right getting home? Do you need any support?" Digi waved him off as Meera helped him stand. His legs trembled a bit but he could feel them as his own and that was more than enough for him. He didn't feel like he'd be able to get control of Baby, though, and said as much to the engineer. "Give yourself some time to recover. We'll finish up diagnostics on her and you can come back to pick her up later."

"Thank you. See you later," Meera told them with a strained smile as she helped lead Digi away and he found himself ever grateful again that she existed, that she was there for him.

He looked down at her face as she looked up at him in support, and took comfort in the steel grey of her eyes, far warmer compared to the silver ones he'd looked at minutes ago. There were too many of those silver eyes he had seen in the world. Digi could live a happy life -if his digital existence counted as a life- with one less body double out there, as far as he was concerned.

END

[sproingtrep]

So hey, I'm new here and dreadfully confused. Would you mind trying to catch me up on what's going on? I understand if that would take too much time but I would appreciate a little insight to what goes on here!

Oh man, I sure can try! This blog has been around for a couple years (I think, I don’t know how to check when it was made) so a lot of stuff has happened! Of course, there is a “story” tag, which should have all the posts that have advanced the “plot” of this blog over time, in reverse chronological order. But! That’d take ages to read (and I don’t think it’d be easy to do on mobile), so I’ll try and sum it up in this one post, under the cut:

Era 1 of the Sproingtrep Blog: The Safe Room

Purple Guy wakes up as Springtrap for the first time. The Puppet tells him that he’s trapped in the safe room forever, as punishment for killing the kids. Some time passes like this, and at this point the blog was not an ask blog. That, however, was soon to change…

People started interacting with Springtrap via the ask box, mostly asking random questions (I remember one was about dancing). At some point I got this ask:

Which was what made Purple’s ghost leave the suit, giving Springtrap a consciousness and the freedom to control his own body. Unsurprisingly, Springtrap absolutely hated Purple. So now the blog had a whopping 3 askable characters, and it took place exclusively in the sealed up safe room. The Puppet could come and go as they pleased, but Spring and Purple were trapped. (Although Purple is a ghost and can phase through walls, the Puppet “ghost-proofed” the safe room so he couldn’t) They were essentially alone with each other up until someone asked about the Phantoms, and then the Puppet introduced P. Chica, P. Freddy, and P. Foxy to the duo.

Another thing that would happen a lot is other Springtraps from other AU blogs would stop by and meet Sproing, which was interesting. The Puppet can open portals between these dimensions, so the other blog universes can interact.

So then…several asks and a small comic later…

Era 2: Fazbear Fright

The Puppet decides that, as a ghost, Purple is essentially harmless so they let the Amusement Park employees discover the location of Springtrap and Purple. Springtrap is hauled away in a big truck, and Purple follows. The Phantom animatronics, however, are left behind, with only a note that tells them where everyone went. To this day, they are still lost, on some kind of bizarre road trip or something.

And, now that Spring and Purple are in a bigger and better home, the Puppet decides to open a time portal from the past and let the Toy Animatronics come by to visit whenever they want. This is when stuff started to really pick up, I think. Since the Toys are from the past, when Purple was alive, they knew who he was. Up until this point, Purple’s real name was left unknown to the blog, but Toy Bonnie mentioned it. So this is when stuff starts getting less and less canon. Purple Guy is revealed to be James.

Purple wasn’t too happy about it.

Later on we see Purple becoming a bit less of a salty dingus and he does start to try and apologize to Springtrap for using him (as the Spring Bonnie suit) to help him with the murders. Springtrap isn’t really too big on forgiving him, but he stops trying to pick a fight with him constantly. Right after all that’s done with, Halloween time rolls around, which puts us at the next bit

Era 3: The Nightmares

So after a couple of asks and a whole lot of Halloween power, the Nightmare animatronics bust out of their own bizarre dream dimension and into the real world. They start living at Fazbear Fright, and are able to answer questions. This leads to a lot of fun posts. Also, people started asking about Fredbear a lot. So, Springtrap started asking around to see if any of his current friends knew about the long lost bear. Since Springtrap was a classic animatronic, from Fredbear’s Diner, he was much older than the rest, so nobody else remembered Fredbear. That is, except for Purple, but his knowledge of Fredbear’s location was vague at best. And, since all computer and written files of the bear’s whereabouts were inaccessible, Springtrap ended up doing something completely ridiculous:

Going back in time to get the information he needed. Literally, warped back in time to when the fnaf 2 pizzeria was open (this is the Puppet’s home time, they just brought Springtrap and Purple back with them). Purple tagged along because he knew where to look for the information, much to the Puppet’s annoyance. Some weird stuff happens, and they end up getting the address for where Fredbear was sold off to. Sproing and company head back to the present day, and try and figure out a way to get to the address they found. It wasn’t easy, considering the place was very far away and the couldn’t really leave Fazbear Fright without the amusement park guards seeing them and capturing them. Sooooo they waited around for….a long time (because I went on hiatus hgjghgh)

Era 4: Current Day Dumpster Fire

So they have the brilliant idea of actually going into the security room and looking for a night guard who can hopefully give them a ride out of the amusement park and out to get Fredbear. So yeah, this happens, turns out there’s been a night guard here the whole time!! She was just hiding. So they drive out, find Fredbear, bring him home, and then this blog lit itself on fire with really bad Purple Guy art and some stuff about the Puppet not wanting people to swear. To this day, Purple’s true backstory is unknown, and the blog is nowhere near the actual story of the real fnaf lore, because I didn’t know enough about it at the time of making up all this weird story junkTL;DR: This blog is an AU blog. It doesn’t strictly follow the canon of the fnaf games or books, but rather uses them as a loose guideline. Springtrap is separate from Purple Guy, Purple Guy isn’t named William Afton, and the Night Guard is just some random girl. 90% of this blog’s “story” is just weird daydreams I have and decide to post

[mable-stitchpunk]

Agreed, especially with all the tagged additions. You can tell when the story started to fall out, and that was when the games and books started taking so much... ‘inspiration’ from other media.

Like, I get Freddy’s is based off Chuck E. Cheese, but it was still its own things. The story of Help Wanted ripped a lot off of a horror movie from 2015(I think) that involved a switchboard operator getting possessed by a man who did experiments on kids to achieve mortality, and then needed her to kill five kids so he could be reborn. Initially possessing her, but then going on to possess one of the kids (which I’m guessing is going to inevitably be what happens to Gregory once Ruin comes out).

The Silver Eyes Trilogy begins original and by the third book steals a lot from other media at the time. It rips a plot point off of Transformers and a full scene from Saw.

The Scholastic books, Fazbear Frights, are pumped out in the same mindless fashion as the Bendy mock-goosebumps books, with only slight relevance and plots that sometimes are clearly just Goosebump stories with Faz slapped on. It’s like those Disney Direct-to-VHS movies that were failed show pilots.

Also, the whole illusion Disc Pendant idea is taken pretty much from Princess and the Frog, and it makes even less sense because even that ‘magic pendant’ had boundaries, like requiring blood.

Security Breach pretty much doesn’t have a cohesive story since so much was cut. It has the opening act and part of the end, but you can see the gaping hole where things had to get carved out for that Christmas release that Sony loves.

I’m going to five the benefit of the doubt and say that this problem likely stemmed from an attempt to keep FNAF relevant. Like, it got big, but in an attempt to keep attention it tried to implement as many ideas as it possibly could. In the process, it started swinging massive genres, transitioning from a supernatural horror to futuristic sci-fi. Like when Jason went to space. 

It also doesn’t help that in an attempt to sell towards the most marketable demographic, FNAF started aiming itself towards an even younger audience. In case you didn’t know, Security Breach was censored. That line when Freddy says, “I sense you are broken,” wasn’t a hint that Gregory’s sick or a robot or anything like that. It was censored from, “I sense you are bleeding.”

And in that case, it leaves a huge gap in the story, because we never find out why Gregory is afraid of Vanessa. He just... is. Also, Vanny’s knife goes bye-bye and she only appears once or twice. 

The most frustrating part is that you could aim for the teen-young adult demographic and still get the kid crowd. Parents might act like they’re really concerned about what their kids get into... but they aren’t. Many parents are totally unaware of what their kids are into. 

Security Breach was a chance to get back on the right track, but instead it sort of cemented itself. Unless Ruin has any revelations, which I doubt it will, we’re stuck with Vanny and the lame possession plotline for the next game. The Tales from the Pizzaplex book came out and it’s basically just more Fazbear Frights. And I have no faith in the movie; it’s already been in development hell for so long and the widely changing scripts leads me to believe that nobody really knows what they actually want from the movie, which is a bad sign.

It’s a shame that FNAF got as profitable as it did, honestly, because it has slowly become a corporate product. Like, how can the games make fun of questionable marketing tactics towards kids and then do the same thing? Tsk, tsk.

Well, that’s the end of my rant. I hate that I feel this way. I would love to be wide-eyed and optimistic about Fnaf, but it’s like finding out Santa’s not real. Once you see him with his beard off, you can’t ever put it back on.

i'm gonna be honest i stopped keeping track of the fnaf games after ucn

[lucarioisinthevoid]

DAVE WE GONNA RAID CANDYS IN HONOR OF FAZBEAR, GET THE FLAMETHROWER

(5/5) High off sugar and the mind-shattering music, you could have probably asked him to do ANYTHING in an excited tone and he would have blindly followed. He HOWLED like a wolf. “CAN’T GET IN TROUBLE IF I AM CANDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY’S!” Materializing the flamethrower, he began melting the world around him, the laughter and loud calls turning into screams. “DAVE WHAT THE EVERLOVING SHITFUCK?!” Mike was graced by the fire, which hit the fan- freeing him finally. “DAVE DON’T!” Jeremy cried- And Mary leaped away. “WH- WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” “EMPLOYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Henry was holding him down. “You are not as good as HIM. And he never surprised me.” It was a hiss. “At least… not enough to BEAT me. And you… oh, you THINK you are something SPECIAL. You live in a world where nobody but you would have EVER thought of cornering me!” He spat out. “ACTORS. Narcissism killers… you are the worst. You THINK you have it ALL figured out. And that EVERYTHING should follow your lead. YOU are the hero!” The being below him screamed. “What do you THINK would have happened? You kill me and are revered as a hero? Are forgiven? Or is it REALLY just to get your hand on my boy? You want the knowledge? Or do you simply see your chance to become the main focus of everything again and do not care about anything further? You are a nuisance. Nothing more. Your name is already forgotten. It was soon after you died in prison. Small time killer, small time actor, turned in by a LITTLE GIRL. And once I ripped you into pieces, even your character will turn irrelevant.” Below him the machine CRACKED. Mary was stumbling, as she watched Dave just ROBBING his own place of work?! And- and the Orange Guy was JOINING?! People told her Freddy’s was messed up, but- Panicked she rushed off, trying to avoid the flames. “VINNIE!?” Nothing. “CAT!? CINDY!? VINNIE!?” She rushed forward and looked around- Then she spotted him- On the ground, broken. Above the Pink Man. Gasping she rushed over. “YOU- WHAT DID YOU DO?!” “Mary…” “YOU- YOU HURT HIM! WE- WE HAVE TO REPAIR HIM-“ “That is an unwise choice.” “H-huh?!” Tears had welled up in her eyes, she was kneeling next to her friend- even if it was only a machine, he was- “W-what do you mean…?!” The man above her slowly shook his head, deep sympathy in his face and voice. “Mary… the last thing he was is your friend.” “BUT-“ “Do you remember Vincent?” Freezing up Mary remembered the painted face that always seemed twisted to happy- Even when he pulled his own friend backwards with the cable of a phone around his neck- Henry’s voice were soft and gentle. “… he must have given you terrible nightmares…” “I-“ “It is him.” “NO! IT CAN’T BE-“ “What. Did you think they fitted a handpuppet with new technology? Why would they have? Did you ever seen anyone talk about it? Was he ever around the customers?” “I-“ Her mind was crumbling. The man above her crouched down to look at her face, pain in his own, Mary’s pain- “I am so sorry.” He whispered. “… you have been lied to.” “I- I couldn’t have-“ “… it must hurt. I understand that. I knew someone just like you… she also could not see what was right in front of her. She had been lied to, so cruelly… I cannot look at this.” “What- h-happened to her?” Mary mumbled, the smoke and fire making her dizzy. “She never found out. And in the end the terrible man she thought was a friend of hers… a family… killed her.” “V-vinnie-“ Suddenly the Pink Man’s words were harsher. “Why do you think Vincent searched for you? To apologize? You ruined his life, some could argue…” Mary hid her face- Then was picked up. “… we need to get out. Just hold on tight…” They arrived outside through another way than anyone else, and were alone in the dark night air. Carefully Henry put her down. Smiling, while she couldn’t see- Just for his expression to turn grave as soon as they looked at each other. “Mary.” No response. “Mary!” “Y-yes…?” “I need you to run.” He put a hand on her shoulder. “I need you to run as fast as you can. He will come back… evil always does. And when you close your eyes tonight… remember to check under the bed, in the closet and out of the door first.” A broken, howled sob came out of the girl, then it began to RUN. Ethan arrived with the van, the animatronics all chatting in the back. Freddy sighed. “It was good to have this new experience… but I’m glad to be home again.” The detective-turned-employee chuckled a little nervously. He felt it too. Freddy’s was home, even if for all intent and purpose it shouldn’t be. Something was going on and he hated it- But for now, he just didn’t want to worry about it. Later, while drinking a nice cup of coffee, he would. One more corner and they’d be- They stared at the burning building. Bonnie was the first one to speak. “… can we hit the reverse real quick-“