#phobia fnaf

[restinsodaroni]

Since Moon is like scaring Sun maybe he should get him back by giving himself multiple pupils and have them all be red.

Tw: Ommetaphobia, eye phobia, unnatural eyes, Scopophobia

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[blondeaxolotl]

Dropping in here with another new AU and I probbaly wouldn't have made it if @moneyisthebestlawyerinh3ll didn't tell me to so thankyouuu Au is called "Funtom's Pizzaria"

Ofc, a bonus comic to go with it:

[ohno-the-sun]

Hypothetically, how do you think Bright would react if presented with the sight of the beautiful baby Sun (be it by picture or in person somehow)

I meaaan at this point in the story

Not very romantic tbh

Poor sun

[1ris5starlight]

Oh dear...

(...why does the doll have Sun's eyes color...? Does it mean anything..?)

(0:32) ptf- Poor Moon- got tricked by his twin!🤭

(2:00) Moon already doesn't like this-

(2:59) OK- YEAH- THAT WAS A BIT HORRIFYING.

(3:27) Ptff-🤭

(4:10) *shocked* . . . DID THE DOLL JUST BLINK?!

(4:22) poor Moony-

(5:07) Moon is already loosing it-

(5:53) Not really-

(8:56) Nope, I would have already escaped honestly-

(9:50) Moon is desperately trying to not let his fear that over them-

(11:34) Well, yeah!

(11:30) Noo Moon, don't say that! You shouldn't hate yourself!

(14:57) poor them-

(16:27) THIS DOLL IS TERRIFYING.

(17:20) Oh, it's ok Moon, you can stop if you're too uncomfortable!

I could sense that in this video Sun was SO much with Moon-

Poor Moony, got tricked into playing with his worst fear-

[puhpandas]

i feel the warmth in my chest (and the chill on my skin makes it that much clearer)

(1,964 words)

Evan and Gregory, while waiting those few agonizing hours before Halloween can truly begin, go outside into the chilly weather and play in the leaves.

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It's a crisp Autumn afternoon when Evan steps out onto Gregorys porch. The screen door slams behind him, and the air transitions from warm to chilly in only seconds. The breeze washes over his face like a wave, and Evan finds he dosnt mind the cold that much in this moment.

It makes his nose numb and his fingers freezing, but unlike how he usually feels about the cold, he welcomes it. He takes a deep breath, smelling the scent of fallen leaves and crisp air and the pumpkins Evan had carved with Gregory last week sitting by his feet next to the stairs. It fills his lungs, and alongside the aftertaste of Aunt Chicas cookies on his tongue, the chill is pleasant, unlike how its usually so unbearing and biting in his own home.

It doesnt take long for the temperature to wash over him fully. By the time hes stepping down the stairs, his thin,white overcoat flowing behind him, its left his shoulders shaking and his teeth chattering.

But so like he's not used to, the deep, bone chilling cold only adds onto his excitement. It's that type of chill you can only get during Halloween, with that specific vibe and feeling coming along with it. Evan has never liked that unmatched feeling. All it ever told him was that Halloween was on it's way, and along with it, Michael and his pushing and pulling and jabbing and messing with. With the addition of the neighborhood kids jumping in if they'd see him walking down the street on the one night of the year it would be acceptable to scare him with scary masks and bloody fingers and camouflaging cloaks, it made for a pretty dreadful day.

He takes another look at his costume, a ghost, with white flowy sheer fabric that makes him look like he floated right down from the clouds. Underneath is a white sweater and pants, and his makeup is done to make him appear ghastly and, well... dead. Eyes sunken in with deep shadows and complection pale.

Gregory is matching with him, kind of. Gregory's costume is of a murder victim. Hes wearing sort of varsity jacket with a plastic knife stabbed in his gut, and his face is painted with bloody makeup and a faux black eye. Gregory hadn't explained the specific costume he called a 'Zombie Murder Victim High School Football Star', just gotten excited over the fact that they matched with their undead themes.

Its Evans first year matching with someone. His first year having someone to go trick or treating with. Theres something about this year. It doesn't leave him guessing. It doesn't leave him on edge, wondering who will strike first, all while being so uncertain but sure at the same time that something will go wrong. This year, he has Gregory and his family. This year, he has people who actually care about how he feels, and understand how to have fun.

This year, he knows Michael will be across town with his friends, and that his father will lock himself in his workshop. He knows that the neighborhood kids wont dare mess with him now, because of how many times Gregory has shown them a thing or two over the better part of this year.

This year, Evan isnt dreading the coming hours. He isnt hiding in his room, celebration or joy for the Holiday nowhere to be found, because he has to watch his back and sides. This year, he isnt considering running away for the night, even though he had always known he would never be brave enough to do it.

Instead, he's going trick or treating with his best friend, and he only feels excitment and anticipation, compared to the stark contrast of last year where all he felt was on edge and trapped in his own house.

The sun is only just setting by the time he steps onto that little pathway leading to the backyard from the front porch. Waiting for it to get dark has been agonizing. It had only gotten too much when he and Gregory were sat in front of a movie they'd seen a thousand times, makeup and costumes done, and unable to sit without wiggling or fidgeting, and Gregory had jumped up and gone "That's it! I can't just sit here anymore!"

That's why Evan's followed him outside. For the better part of the day Gregory has been more restless than a bored puppy.

Evan thinks the description fits when he finally catches up to Gregory and finds him digging through the shed in his backyard. Evan doesn't really know why he came out here. Theres much less to do outside than there is inside, but his intentions become clear when he moves to stand by Gregory's shoulder, and he goes Aha! while retrieving something.

Evan stares blankly when Gregory pulls out a rake, turning to face him and grinning at him. "Want to build a leaf pile and do cannonballs in it?"

He doesn't even have to ask.

It's not long before they're trekking through backyard, browning leaves crunching under their sneakers as they head to that big tree in the middle of the yard. When they get there, they waste no time grabbing the big rake and making the inklings of a pile on the flattest bit of ground.

The rake is heavy, and Evan can barely control it, if how it swings around and almost hits Gregory in the face is any indication. The handle is ice cold on his fingers, but it only makes Evan that much more aware of the excitment thrumming through his veins.

With Evan using the rake, Gregory takes to getting on his knees and shepherding the leaves to the pile with his hands. Gregory laughs over the dirt under his fingernails and how the still-damp leaves from the light shower earlier are chilly on his hands, and it makes Evan abandon the rake and get on the ground with him.

It takes longer than it should to finish the pile. They keep getting caught up in throwing the leaves at eachother like snowballs and using their hands to push waves at eachother like they're in a pool. The leaves end up more scattered than the were originally, and Evan has to get the rake again.

By the time they finish and theres a huge pile of damp leaves sitting in front of them, the sky is a dark, deep blue with the horizon a yellow. The sun is only barely peeking through the trees, and it's enough for the automatic porch lights to come on.

With the lack of sunlight, it's gotten that much colder. Evan's shivering enough that it makes his laughs warble, but he doesnt care. He doesnt care about the cold.

They only take a short break before they jump in. Evan lays flat on the ground, damp excess leaves and ice cold dirt underneath him. His throat is dry from the chill and how much he talked, and laughed, and his cheeks are sore from smiling too much. His nose is numb, and the thin, cheap Spirit Halloween costume does nothing for keeping him warm, but he doesn't need it.

Through the cold, it makes the warmth blooming in his stomach that much clearer. It makes the laughter bubbling in his chest and the excitement that the fun isnt even over, yet, he still gets to go trick or treating with Gregory after this, that much more apparent.

He has the warmth that spawned inside of him from spending time with his best friend and having fun with him to keep him toasty. So unlike his own home, where the chill is all there is. No warmth or comfort to adhere for that fact.

It's only now that Evan thinks that maybe, he doesn't really dislike the cold. Just how the cold is what comes with his unfeeling house and unpleasant family members and uncomfortable atmosphere.

Because here, right now, as he lays on the freezing ground, sky darkening above them and the last bit of leaves on the big tree in Gregory's backyard fluttering in the chilly breeze, he realizes he likes what comes with the cold, and not what the cold comes from.

With the cold comes the awareness of the warmth unfurling in his stomach. With the cold comes drinking the delicious, steaming hot chocolate Aunt Chica made. With the cold comes bundling up with his favorite sweaters, cuddling up under a fuzzy blanket, and watching a movie with Gregory.

With the cold comes those agonizing few hours before Halloween truly begins, and making a leaf pile with your best friend.

Evan knows his all-white costume is dirtier by the time he finally gets up, the knees of his white jeans brown and dirtied, but he doesnt have time to dwell on it when all he hears is a breathy laugh before hes shoved face first into the leaf pile.

Even through the leaves submerging his head, he can hear Gregory cackling. He sputters when leaves get in his mouth, and while regaining his footing after rolling around a few times, he wastes no time shooting up and grabbing Gregory by the shoulders.

Gregory yelps when hes yanked down with Evan, and all Evan is aware of when his eyes shut in glee from how hard hes laughing is the soft, scratchy, earthy leaves beneath him, the breeze in the air that just screams Halloween, and Gregory's body fallen on top of him.

Gregory grabs some leaves and smushes them into his hair. All Evan can do is screech at the wet chill before grabbing his own fistful and doing the same. Leaves fall over them like a wave when they roll around, wrestling in the yard.

They only stop when they get too tired to keep going. His costume is definitely dirty by now, damp like the leaves and dirt. The scent of wet earth and the cold and Halloween washes over him, and all he can find in himself to do is grin, and giggle breathlessly and chatter with Gregory as he lies on the ground, shoulder to shoulder with him.

Its almost pitch black by the time Freddy opens the door leading to the backyard, stepping outside, Frankenstiens monster costume and all. "Kids? Are you two ready to go? Its almost time for trick or treating!"

Evan only shares a fleeting look with Gregory before they both shoot up, previous exhaustion from their little fight completely gone. Evan runs side by side with Gregory to the door, his costume with the mud stained hem flowing behind him, and all Evan can feel in this moment is warmth, despite how his nose is numb and his shoulders are shaking and theres this chilly, floaty feeling in his chest.

He knows that there are definitely leaves in his hair when he steps inside after Gregory, and when the heat of the home blasts him in his face, making his freezing face tingle, the warmth prickling and sharp, Evan finds that with the cold can come the warmth, and maybe it isnt so weird that Evan feels nothing of the sort when it comes to his own house, and his own family.

It was never about the cold.

Just like how the warmth with Gregory and his family has never been about the temperature.

He only has time to grab his candy bucket (shaped like a mummified teddy bear) before he and Gregory are shooting through the front door, racing to Freddys car. He smiles even wider when the cold air rushes across his face again, and he can hear Gregory's footsteps next to him and Freddy and the others' voices behind them.

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[weenkwonk]

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[bear-boi-5]

Prolonged Eye Contact

Not me forgetting to post this last night

One of my favourite art tropes with fnaf/fangame fanart is having the ones fooled by masks be confused by the night guard wearing it while the ones not fooled just stare at them in disbelief

5am at Freddy's the Sequel frfr

[corrupted-ciphers]

This October, (I forgot I had a tumblr account, first of all) but I decided for a drawtober, I wanted to do mine monster themed, so I did a Monstober prompt list. You can check my list here, I'll just be posting the pics here.

Day 30: Fire.

Featuring, Pyrophobia Bonnie from the FNAF Phobia AU by @/shmorp-mcdurgen

[theonephun211]

As it turns out, Facing your Phobia directly, WHILE in VR, is not in fact the best way to try and defeat it.

[kriimstudio]

We gone too far 1-9

See more on Patreon tw:

threat a specific human

torture

foul language

adult themes mention

violence

i'm terrible at English sorry about that.

wow, the first pages were so babies :D so good to see the improvement in this comic. It's already 1 year old! I created the first page at 22 September, I can't believe it...

[zebracorn-chan]

How Dittophobia connected FNaF4, Sister Location, FNaF6, UCN, and Security Breach. [FNaF Books]

Dittophobia is the third story of the Tales of the Pizza Plex B-7 book, this book didn't release yet but it got leaked and this story was able to connect five games from FNaF 4 to Security Breach in a way that feels complete and coherent (to me, at least). I would recommend reading the summary here to know what I'm talking about:

Pointless to say this will contain ✨spoilers.✨

This story talks about Rory, a 7yo kid that every night has nightmares that are the FNaF 4 gameplay. One day he woke up realizing he didn't have nightmares during that night, but something is off, he looks older and his room is in decay. What happened to him is that back when he was 7 he ran away from his home for having abusive parents and ended up being kidnapped by William Afton.

William experimented on him to study human emotions, using a hallucinogenic gas to make him dizzy enough to not make him realize he's stuck in a fake house to not make him escape (it works similar to the illusion disks). When William got springlocked this kid got trapped in this nightmarish loop for 10 years.

The only reason he woke up was because the machine that was releasing that gas shut down. Now lucid, Rory starts roaming the house realizing the nightmares he saw attacking him during the night were just mannequins with wheels to move and actually unable to arm. He now was able to see how the other rooms of the house were fake as well and that he was hallucinating the food he ate in a different way compared to what he was actually eating. He finds a way out from the FNaF 4 fake home and discovers he's in the Sister Location bunker, the Funtimes are still there and right before he was going to left, a recorded message from a man named "Wade" reminds him how his life was miserable before running away and that's why nobody was able to find him yet, convincing him that now he would not be able to readapt back to society and that no one was missing him. Rory decides to go back to the bedroom, reactivate the machine and go back to live in that illusion, it wasn't the first time he tried to escape, but he always went back every time he would try to leave.

The best thing to do now is to go see what this story is trying to tell us:

The FNaF 4 Experiment Theory got confirmed.

The Nightmares are real robots but their appearances are an illusion, similarly to how the Twisted work in The Twisted Ones. The Nightmares' UCN voicelines further confirm this point.

We found the original Nightmares in Security Breach; "mannequin to wheels to move, unable to harm". This also explains why their nightmarish counterparts have a jumpscare sound far similar to the Nightmare animatronics, IT'S BECAUSE THEY ARE!!

Midnight Motorist might be about William kidnapping Rory, as in both stories there's a kid running away from their abusive family.

William is the one talking through the Fredbear plush during FNaF 4 just like how he did in the recorded message at the end of Dittophobia pretending to be someone else, gaslighting the kid to go back and that everyone hates him.

This story feels like it was really written by Scott Cawthon for how well it was able to accurately connect all these games, seeing how for now this book should be the last one from the Tales from the Pizza Plex I think it is safe to assume he wanted to conclude that in a way that would connect the oldest games to the newest to satisfy most of the fandom and give us a satisfying conclusion to this and move on.

Feel free to follow me on DeviantArt, Twitter and Wattpat where I share theories like these and fanart!

This is all for now, have a nice rest of your day/night and remember to stay hydrated!🦓🦄💖💫✨

[letsyapthenightaway]

Having Automatonophobia but love museums, theme parks, and any place that has those things.

Is not for the weak! How can I find it so cool and fascinating? Appreciate how it brings things to life and low-key wanna learn how to design and model them. BUT I CAN'T BE CLOSER THAN ARM'S LENGTH.

I love fnaf, watching old animatronics being found or remade, and the build process of all that.

I CANT EVEN STAND NEXT TO THE BARELY 4 FEET SANTAS THEY HAVE IN THE MALL

Yes, I was a victim of the blinking Lady Gaga. The first one I had walked up to took so long that my mom pushed me closer to her when I finally got close enough for the picture she blinked! I swear I've never moved so fast.

The only wax figures I dared to touch were the Tom Hiddleston ones and that's because he's my man. It was barely touching too! Just the fingertips with the Loki one.

IK I have this fear but would I go again? YES

[classymurderteddy]

Just some drawing I did on DA and wanted to post here, because I wanna keep this account soMewhat alive- :')

And the chaotic shading job was intentional-

'Twas maDe to look like a todDler scribbled on it-

Scopophobia –– Fear of being stared at

Bonnie developed this after being tossed away and left to rot. Just, all of a sudden, he hated being stared at. Was it because of that little fraGment of deceased chiLd he has? Who knoWs-?

[1ris5starlight]

Moon's fear: mannequins.

(Context: Moon worst nightmare is back or in other words, Solar put some mannequins in the living room and Moon and Sun saw those).

Sun and Moon walk in the living room and they see the mannequins.

Moon just stares at them in pure fear, before saying this.

Moon: I fear no man, but THOSE THINGS *holding unto Sun and pointing at the mannequins* *horrified* THEY SCARES ME.

Sun: *confused on why the are mannequins in the living room*

Solar: *trying so HARD not to laugh*

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[astramachina]

area man scared of nothing has learned he is, in fact, terrified of endoskeletons and cannot bring himself to go through this sequence without being nauseous/having sweaty palms

[jellycreamjammedart]

Something in your old room

Shadow Freddy but as an Omori phobia! (Nostophobia)

Left: OG Right: photomosh aftereffects making it seem like it's Moving. Ever. So. Slightly. :)