#retro-cade

[offt0wonderland]

The Runaways

Imagine: You're a Soc, enjoying a movie at the drive-in with your friend, when the same Greasers you ran into earlier barge inside the automobile.

The Outsiders x fem OC

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: A young Soc finds herself thrown into a loop once she befriends Pony and his family.

“What did I miss in History?”

Deborah strengthened her fingers around the condensing cup, the two of us pressed closely together while the temperature gradually dropped outside the passion pit. “A load of Crock – I don’t think Mr. Jones knows what he’s talking about,” The corners of her mouth pursed, a bland giveaway that she was transported back in thought from my missed lecture. “I remember he said something about the Battle of Midway and how we were lucky to have won … but when I talked to my dad, he said that the reason we defeated the other ships was because of willpower and strength.”

“Wait, so how does that make Mr. Jones the one full of Crock?” I shifted my head closer to my friend, allowing the temple of my forehead to press against the bone of her shoulder.

Deborah soon readjusted to my movements; her head now stuck against the headrest of the driver seat to keep her eyes on the motion picture that began to play in front of our eyes. “I’m trusting my dad – who fought in the war – as opposed to the teacher who didn’t.”

“Yeah, that makes sense,” The both of us briskly fell quiet after my agreement, letting the noise from Sound of Music fill the silence that lingered between us. It was a movie we’d both seen a few weeks prior, but we didn’t mind the repetition, the drive-in was something we both seemed to enjoy on our off time.

Honestly, I don’t think we’d ever get old of this place.

Well, except for the backseat bingo. Now that was revolting. It was like every automobile around us showcased couples engulfed by each other’s mouths, the film of their windows fogged up to display the sweat that radiated off their movements. I tried my best to ignore them, combine Razzles and Popcorn into my mouth as I observed Julie Andrews on screen, but the hathos was too compelling: they were sickeningly captivating.

It was like every time my irises fell onto the giant screen in front, they somehow found their way to the car next to me. In the span of three minutes, I found myself watching the older couple in nothing but a button-down and a bra. From the looks of it, they seemed to be in their mid-twenties, but by their hormones, they appeared closer to teenagers. Frankly, I wouldn’t have been surprised if one of them ripped the other’s skin off with how aggressive they tugged on each other’s bodies.

It was nauseating – or more accurately, it reminded me of Charles and his consistently grabby hands. One of the many reasons we broke our steady off.

I continued to observe the people around us, noting every time they disappeared in the cushions of their seats; But for some reason, the one thing that redirected my attention was three boys coming into view. The middle Greaser had the same leather jacket I saw before, his arms wrapped around both of his friends as if he was ready to guide them to mischief. The other two seemed to follow that minuscule action, willing to put themselves in trouble to keep their delinquent acquaintance.

“Get out of the way!” And it appeared that disturbance wasn’t too far behind.

Dally pressed the end of the cancer stick between his teeth; the outline of his middle finger raised in front of the illuminated backdrop. Pony chuckled at his friend’s insult, making eye contact with the battered boy across from him in glee. And in all honesty, I probably would’ve laughed too, only all that commotion made them closer to our car. My eyes widened at that revelation, my body involuntarily shifting downwards in hopes they wouldn’t notice. But with all the other windows coated with steam, we were bound to be noticed.

Dally was the first of the group to make a reaction; his lips tugged into a smirk, the pads of his fingertips yanking the poor boys behind him in the new direction he was set in. It was the response I feared the most – he was coming over. So, I made a countermove; I bent over the edge of my seat, tugging on the locks of the automobile to create a barrier.

“Val, what are you doing?” Deborah questioned.

“Lock the doors on your side.” I said.

“What?”

“Lock the doors on your side!” But before she even had a chance, the three Greasers had found themselves inside the same confinement we were in. And I was pissed.

“Ohh, this is nice,” Dally straightened his legs, leaning his body back against the cushion of the seats as if he was already welcomed into the Socs car. “Didn’t know girls could own such nice autos.”

I turned around to face the lot of them. “What are y’all doin’?”

“Needed a place to sit, the chairs outside are somehow all taken.” Ugh, his arrogance was worse than the couple making out next to us.

“Get out of my car,” Deborah was firm. “I don’t want any grease on these girly leather seats.”

“Dal’ let’s just go.” The anxious boy who was drowned in denim finally spoke up, pulling on his friend’s arm to get him to budge – but it appeared he wasn’t going to oblige to his buddy like last time.

“Dally, I swear, I’ll grab …” The slur of words were quick to come to a halt once my eyes fell upon the boy on the right. It was like I was staring at him for the first time, witnessing the fresh scar that aligned symmetrically on his cheek and temple. And by the rounds of his black irises, I could tell he feared my statement … he feared a Soc. “Just get lost.”

Dally, of course, ignored my blatant pleas and focused on the bag of candies that glowed against the console. “Razzles, my favorite.” The Greaser reached forward, stuffing his dirty hands into the freshly opened bag of Blaze’n Blueberry.

Yup, not touching those anymore.

“Val, you know these guys?” Deborah was mortified that I even knew a name out of the bunch.

I shook my head. “Just Pony, he’s in my English class.”

Now that statement earned a gasp. My friend spun around; her eyes glazed over as she peered at the young Greaser on the left side of her automobile. “You’re in Mr. Syme’s class too?! I love that guy – like in love with that guy … Does he ever mention me? Val here won’t tell me a thing.”

“That’s because you’re going steady with Gerald.”

She waved that comment off, a sense of betrayal looming off of her – which, if I had to guess, was probably due to Gerald’s constant gawking at Cherry Valence. Pony uncomfortably shifted against the leather; unsure what words were the right ones in this situation. “Uh, I don’t think so, but maybe once.”

Deborah couldn’t help but let out a squeal from Pony’s response, the back of her hand now sharply pressed to her forehead as if she was going to faint. Dally grinned at the dramatics, finding humor in the odd conversation that was stricken up. “Y’know what, I’ll make a deal,” I swiveled my head in her direction, widening my eyes in horror. She wouldn’t dare. “If you press Mr. Syme about me, y’all can stay … but only if y’all don’t go ape.”

And she did.

Two of them nodded in unison, shuffling their weight to get comfortable in the small car they deemed necessary to infiltrate. I rolled my eyes at her ultimatum, appalled that she’d be so willing to let a group of Greasers stay in the backseat of her Mustang: But it wasn’t my auto, meaning I had no say. The five of us quickly went back to quietude, watching the flick in front of us; at least until the smell of smoke permeated the air. “Look, if y’all are going to stay, no smoking.”  

“You don’t like smoke?” Dally smirked at my statement, almost as if he had found his new weapon of choice.

“I don’t – so quit it.”

Dally grunted, leaning forward to release a cloud of smoke near my jawline. I immediately balled up my fist, ready to thrust all my power into the crook of his nose, except I held back. All I did was wave away the pollution, turning my head slightly until my skin hovered near the tip of the cigarette. “You stay, our rules.”

“I’m sick of rules,” I dragged my tongue across my lower lip, fighting every urge in me to jump the boy in the backseat. “It seems as though you are too, though.”

“What does that mean?” I spat.

“You went to the wrong side of town, and not many Socs are caught dead on our street.” Deborah gasped at Dally’s retaliation, her head snapping in my direction.

“That’s why you cut class? You were at the Grease Lot?” Her voice was raised, almost loud enough for the rest of the parked cars to hear.

I shot her a look. “If you’re going to act this way – dense – then get out of the car.”

“I’m liking this anger, maybe we can ball like the two over there.” Dally nodded over at the couple who had found themselves fully naked, the movements of their car forming a grotesque image in my brain.

“Oh bug out.”

Dally was about to retort something back, but the boy in denim put his arm out to silence him. “Dal’ leave it be.” His voice wavered slightly, like he wasn’t used to standing up to the man in the middle.

Yet, the coldness of his eyes never disappeared.

I turned my body, peering over at the tan boy who stared back. “Y’know, I like you. What’s your name?”

“Johnny Cade.”

Read the first two chapters here: The Runaways | Quotev

[stevxiee]

imagine him sitting in a cell, thinking of you

[maxiscoolongg]

Masterlist

Stranger things

Nothing yet.....

—♡—

Scream

Your not scaring me (billy loomis x reader x stu macher)

Ethan ladry as your boyfriend (gay version)

—♡—

Friday the 13th

Nothing yet...

—♡—

Halloween

Nothing yet...

—♡—

Goonies

Nothing yet

—♡—

Carrie

Nothing yet...

—♡—

IT/Losers club

Patrick hocksetter hc (edited)

"Never fucking touch him" PT.1

—♡—

TVD

Nothing yet...

—♡—

Karate Kid

"Is that karate?" (Daniel Larusso x Reader)

"Is that karate?" (Daniel Larusso x Reader pt.2)

—♡—

Cobra Kai

Nothing yet/something coming up...

—♡—

THE BLACK PHONE

Teenage dirtbag (Vance hopper x reader)

—♡—

UP THE ACADEMY

"What! I can't do that!?" (Chooch x Reader pt.1)

"What! I can't do that!?" (Chooch x Reader pt.2)

"What! I can't do that!?" (Chooch x Reader pt.3)

"What! I can't do that!?" (Chooch x Reader pt.4)

"What! I can't do that!?" (Chooch x Reader pt.5)

—♡—

OUTSIDERS

Some goofy outsiders facts headcannons p2

Some goofy outsiders facts headcannons

—♡—

EIGHT IS ENOUGH

Jermey Andretti imagine!

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA Milano Finanza di Oggi mercoledì, 02 ottobre 2024

[sakoshe]

Code Age Commanders - Square Enix -  PS2- 2005 

if only this was in english . . 

[yoshi-likes-art]

Another piece I finally finished! I’ve been eager to show this one for a while, because it’s also the plan I have in mind for Rolfe’s actual setup when I move to my own place.

He’ll have a standup comedy type stage setup with a brick wall that has neon signs that can be programmed to the showtapes, and graffiti written on the wall. The stage will be fairly small and circular, only fitting him and his cymbal. Spotlights will be hung from the ceiling pointing at the stage.

In the future, I’d like to build a retro bar-cade in my basement where my animatronic friends can hangout, and their unique stage setups with still fit the vibe of the room. It’ll be mostly dark, with signs and spotlights being the main lighting. To give it a modern but retro feel. That’s the plan XD

[christotokos]

a mass of wires and circuits, i got emptiness where i used to have a heart -> a syllabus

an omegaverse retro-future sci-fi fanfic series for the outsiders inspired by an episode of the twilight zone where dallas winston is sentenced to fifty-years of a solitary existence on a distant asteroid. when his husband, johnny cade, wins on appeal to bring dallas back to earth after fifteen years, it feels like it should be a victory. instead, dallas is keeping a secret from johnny: that he was not, in fact alone on that asteroid. an android was up there with him, an android who for all intents and purposes was human. an android that dallas fell in love with.

this syllabus is mostly things that inspired this au, made me think of this au, or generally are adjacent to it.

television & film

"the lonely" — the twilight zone, season 1, episode 7 — this is the episode that inspired it all. i am linking a pivotal moment of the episode, but i don't suggest looking it up on wiki. honestly, don't even watch the clip here unless you're really curious. otherwise, i think you should go into the episode bilnd. it's really good. and is on streaming services for free almost everywhere. blade runner (1982) — one of my favorite movies, as some of the underpinnings belong here. more importantly, though. blade runner 2049 (2017) — much of my ideas of bob and cherry as ceos come from here. as is the inside of wallace's home where i took some of the idea of previously floating models from. dune (2021) — specifically the leaving caladan song and the accompanying scene. i think of this a lot regarding the asteroid.

music & visual arts

matt dillon's actual art inspired a good bit of this. i had dallas borrow his style. the sæglópur ep by sigur ros. i've been a long time fan and this ep just sounds like rain. LIFE ON MARS? from the watchman score. never seen this series, i just adore this song. trent reznor and atticus ross are so good. i'm sure trent misses bowie. red sky, by thrice. this is one of those sea songs that i immediately thought of. synthetic, by the midnight. some of the official au title are from lyrics in this song. i mashed it with a line from the episode.

literature

the long rain, by ray bradbury. i was thinking of another ray bradbury story when i started this but i sought out his works for ideas and comparisons. i read this and it helped me write the planet and dallas' reaction. all summer in a day, by ray bradbury. this is the actual short story i was thinking of. this is the one that upset a lot of us as kids. alien secrets, by annette curti llaus. i read this as a kid and really enjoyed it. i was thinking of this as i was trying to come up with other terms and get the feel.

[ilpianistasultetto]

Provo a cercare tra gli scaffali qualche cd che possa fare al caso mio. Qualcosa di riflessivo, meglio se strumentale, che tenga compagnia a me e al libro che sto per iniziare a leggere.

Poi lo sguardo cade sulla pila di vinili appena comprati in uno di quei mercatini di brocante e moderariato che trovi la Domenica nelle cittadine della Provenza e che ancora devo mettere in ordine. Ne spunta dal mucchio uno doppio, dalla copertina vagamente anonima, rispetto alle altre, come quei volumi rilegati di certe enciclopedie che uno non ha mai aperto.

La dicitura semplice semplice, su uno sfondo tutto nero, dice già tutto: "Uriah Heep Live January 1973". Leggo i titoli sul retro della cover. Una scaletta tremenda e una tentazione troppo ghiotta. Partono le prime note ed e' come quando si ha in mano una istantanea scattata con la Polaroid. Poco a poco prende forma, voi che pensate al momento in cui l'avete scattata avendo il timore di aver sbagliato luce o di avere mosso troppo il braccio. Poi tutto ad un tratto compare il soggetto di quello scatto. E voi che pensate: " si, proprio come me l'ero immaginato."

Per oggi il libro può aspettare.

E pensare che cercavo altro.

@ilpianistasultetto

[fictional-love-is-my-life]

What's your favorite Tfp episode? And what is your favorite bay movie and why? Also, have you ever watched the transformers 1986 movie? It has so many cool and retro songs in it! And the movie's whole vibe is so cool 😎 I have a blu-ray copy of the movie i got a long time ago, and it looks amazing polished from when it was released cause back then there was no high definition and 4k.

Ooooh, these tough questions! Making me have to choose when I want them all.

TFP Episode:

I think it has to be the one where they went to the museum to grab the artifact. Optimus is outside, and Knockout comes along praising his ride. It's great. Another good episode is when the vehicons become 'Zombies' and Knockout and Starscream are trying to escape them. It was entertaining. I really like both of them.

Bay movie:

Now although I love Hot Rod, TLK was not my favorite. He's just my favorite part of it.

It's hard to pick just one. The first three are classics and I love them, but AOE is great and I love the Dinobots. But DOTM was amazing, and I like that it was a little darker. And Revenge of the Fallen had so many good characters and emotional moments. Gah.

Alright, if I have to choose one. I think it would be AOE because the characters were brilliant. I really enjoyed Cade. I loved Joshua going from villain to somewhat hero. There were a lot of entertaining funny bits. And the Dinobots were great! Lockdown was an awesome character. It is just overall great.

But it is very very close, because I also really adore the other films.

[bloodygreenstatic]

You shouldn't be here...its dangerous 'round these parts...oh well. Name's Cade, or Bryan, Whichever you prefer. I use he/him and xe/xem pronouns. My main blog is @villianoftheweek. Read the DNI list on that blog before following this one.

This is an aesthetic blog based mostly off of retro horror stuff (games, movies, that sorta thing) with some hillbilly vibes too.

I dont really tag stuff here, sorry if its hard to find stuff.

I wouldn't visit here if ya don't like gore or body horror. There's alot of that 'round here. (Nothing real though. Just stuff from movies or games.)

(I might also repost pictures of taxidermy and animal bones so if that disturbs you please don't visit here.)

Sorry if i accidentally reblog the wrong thing on this blog, I'll delete it and put it on my main blog as soon as i see it.

Shit! i think i heard somethin'...No time to explain, yer on your own now...

[key2solve]

Heya! Could I request some arcade/arcadecore themed neopronouns? Thanks a bunch and good luck with your blog!

SURE I had a Tumblr baby moment and went "OMG FIRST ASK" so anyway 💀💀💀💀

If I did it right (I doubt it LMFAO) themed prns under the cut

in the format of subject/object/possessive/ possessive determiner/ reflexive

coin/coin/coins/coins/coinself

game/game/games/games/gameself

pix/pixel/pixels/pixels/pixelself

ne/neon/neons/neons/neonself

toke/token/tokens/tokens/tokenself

ar/cade/arcade/arcades/arcadeself

pi/pizza/pizzas/pizzas/pizzaself

win/win/wins/wins/winself

screen/screen/screens/screens/screenself

ele/elect/electric/electrics/electric self

cir/cuit/circuit/circuits/circuitself

play/play/plays/plays/playself

ma/chine/machine/machines/machineself

wi/wire/wires/wires/wireself

quart/quarter/quarters/quarters/quarterself

las/laser/lasers/lasers/laserself

glow/glow/glows/glows/glowself

li/light/lights/lights/lightself

vid/video/videos/videos/videoself

retro/retro/retros/retros/retroself

frog/frogger/froggers/froggers/froggerself

pac/pac/pacs/pacs/pacself

dot/dot/dots/dots/dotself (As in pac-dots, the things pac-man eats :])

asteroid/asteroid/asteroids/asteroids/asteriodself

point/point/points/points/pointself

joy/joy/joys/joys/joyself

button/button/buttons/buttons/buttonself

switch/switch/switches/switches/switcheself

8/8/8s/8s/8self

8bit/8bit/8bits/8bits/8bitself

16/16/16s/16s/16self

16bit/16bit/16bits/16bits/16bitself

N64/N64/N64s/N64s/N64self

🎮/🎮/🎮s/🎮s/🎮self

🕹️/🕹️/🕹️s/🕹️s/🕹️self

👾/👾/👾s/👾s/👾self

🛸/🛸/🛸s/🛸s/🛸self

📺/📺/📺s/📺s/📺self

I hope you liked these!!/gen. I am . Trying LMFAOO

[the-arcade-doctor]

jota's microgame collection would be a 9volt expy, but focusing instead on both retro and modern bootlegs.

z would host the introduction collection and remix stages.

rather than there being a member of the cade crew playing the main character or final boss role, they would all be the final boss.

z has his own encore stages / "brotherly challenges" in the cartridge also, since it's the entire cade crew, darling would wipe the floor with the poor player. jeheh

[novemberthesuperstar]

DISCLAIMER as of the making of this post Tiger Rock is the most recent tales book (thanks to leaks) and Security Breach RUIN has not released yet, so any lore reveals from Ruin or future Tales From the Pizzaplex books may invalidate some of this timeline or confirm it. We're piecing together an unfinished puzzle, so not everything is gonna be 100% accurate. I also have not read through Tales from the Pizzaplex myself. My knowledge comes from a fan wiki.

Hello everyone! I've spent the past few days working on a timeline that incorporates the tales from the pizzaplex books (up to Tiger Rock) into the game timeline! Now, some of these placements are just my best estimates or guesses. Some stories don't have a lot to go off of for a specific year or even range.

Before we get into this, I'm gonna explain a few things

The stuff in brackets is where the event is from. The message bags from Security Breach don't have brackets

Anything with a * by it is something I'm not 100% sure on. All placements in the timeline are based on what I could find on the wiki pages for the Tales stories and are based on dates and attractions plus some context clues.

????

Frailty (Lally's Game)

The Mimic (Nexie)

B-7 (HAPPS)

Five Nights at Freddy's 3

Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria Simulator

Ultimate Custom Night

Help Wanted (HAPPS)

Silver Parasol Tapes (Fnaf VR Help Wanted)

Five Nights at Freddy's VR Help Wanted

Curse of Dreadbear DLC

Mimic Epilogues (All)

ULTIMATE PARTY HOST

Submechanophobia (Submechanophobia)

Cleithrophobia (Somniphobia)

Under Construction (Lally's Game)

HAPPS (HAPPS)

Pressure (Somniphobia)

The Storyteller (The Bobbiedots Conclusion)

TORN PAPER "It is there, but you can't see. Alone in the dark. I found the key"

Tiger Rock (Tiger Rock)

Nexie (Nexie)

*Bleeding Heart (Tiger Rock)

Five Nights at Freddy's AR Special Delivery

Retro CDS start (Fnaf Security Breach)

*The Monty Within (Tiger Rock)

*Animatronic Apocalypse (Submechanophobia)

Vanessa messages

(MARKED FOR DELETION

NO QUESTIONS ASKED

False Alarm

IT IS HAPPENING AGAIN)

GGY (The Bobbiedots Conclusion)

Retro CDs end (Fnaf Security Breach)

*Drowning (Nexie)

Night Terrors

Somniphobia (Somniphobia)

Bobbiedots, Part 1 (Submechanophobia)

Bobbidots, Part 2 (The Bobbiedots Conclusion)

Bonnie messages

(MISSING

MONTY UPGRADE

Understudy

Re-Theme)

CHICA UPGRADE

ROXY UPGRADE

Arcade Conspiracy Messages

(BBW MAINT LOG

CFF MAINT LOG

AR-CADE MAINT LOG

PQ1 MAINT LOG

PQ2 MAINT LOG

OUT OF ORDER

RED FLAG

ARCADE CONSPIRACY )

Staff messages

(NIGHT SHIFT

QUESTION

Job Security

All Staff Meeting

PINK SLIP)

Mini Music Man messages

(Stolen property

AC inspection

BEHIND THE MAZE)

Monty Mischief

THE ANSWER

HI DAVE

RECYCLED PIZZA

BETTER EMPLOYEES

COMPACTOR INSTRUCTIONS

Food Storage

SAFETY CHECK

Easy Money

No Flash Photography

CHICA REPORT

Hide the mix

Drink Fizzy Faz!!!!

SORE WINNER

TEST DRIVERS WANTED

Sinkhole messages

(Chasing Cars

SINKHOLE

POWER DRAIN

OLD ELEVATOR)

Party Foul

Hello Gregory

Fnaf: Security Breach

Lally's Game (Lally's Game)

Now, a little elaboration.

From Fnaf 3-Bleeding Heart is all 2023, we know this because the pizzaplex opens in 2023 according to the Storyteller. (There's an error in the book stating 1983 was 30 years ago, but the wiki has this corrected to be 40 years ago, leaving us in 2023. The pizzaplex can't open any sooner as Help Wanted takes place during its construction, and fnaf 6 is located under the pizzaplex, meaning it has to be after the events of fnaf 6.) Bleeding Heart takes place at an unspecified Christmas at the Pizzaplex, and I feel it's most likely the end of year one as there isn't any sign of anything from the game.

The Mimic Epilogues all take place during the construction of the Pizzaplex, possibly alongside Fnaf VR Help Wanted. (Depending on if the Mimic1 program works as a huge hivemind, with Glitchtrap being able to split off from the body before the epilogues) During the epilogues the fnaf 6 Pizzeria is covered by cement due to the Mimic going rogue and ripping the construction workers apart after ripping apart and piling up the remains of the scrap animatronics and any other junk (possibly linked to The Blob?), only leaving one vent as a possible entrance. This explains why Vanny later needed Freddy to clear the path to get down there and possibly either repair the body with Bonnie's parts, put Glitchtrap in it to reunite him with his body, or both. Interestingly, the Glamrocks were originally delivered here, and the Mimic already had a new rabbit head. Could the new head be the original Bonnie's, and its old head be in the parts used to create Glitchtrap? Whatever the case, it's likely these abandoned original Glamrocks later became the endos guarding the fnaf 6 pizzeria in Security Breach.

GGY takes place 3 years after the Pizzaplex opens as a therapist who is mentioned in the story was hired when it opened, and it's been 3 years since she started. GGY has clear links to Patient 46 and the Retro CDs, meaning that they, and by extension, Fnaf AR have to take place over the first 3 years of the Pizzaplex being open, ending in 2025.

As odd as it is for Tiger Rock to take place after The Storyteller, it IS the case. Tiger Rock and Nexie both happen simultaneously, 3 weeks after the Storyteller. We know this as the Storyteller is being taken down during Tiger Rock and Nexie. The Storyteller take-over also causes these two stories to happen.

Fnaf VR Help Wanted and the Storyteller both have to take place before Fnaf AR as in the Fnaf AR emails it's mentioned that Fazbear Entertainment are calling off all contracts with outside companies, especially ones involving vintage parts after the Glitchtrap virus spreads through the Fazbear Funtime Service (fnaf AR) systems. (Mimic1 circuit boards and the Mimic1 program as a whole)

The message TORN PAPER is found outside of the Michael Afton room in the Utility Tunnels, I placed it after The Storyteller as in that room there is a wall code very similar in description to the one Edwin wrote in his final moments. It's possible (since according to cut fnaf ar emails Michael is alive) that Michael Afton replaced Edwin or Mr Burrows on the board and is now running things, and ordered the creation of that room so he could attempt to stop the Mimic. It's also possible he was already around and just stepped up afterwards. Either way, at the very least, the code was likely written in that room after the Storyteller. I believe "the key" is either referring to the Retro CDs, the code, or something in Freddy and Friends on Tour. After all, the cartoon is playing in the room.

Despite Bonnie being absent in even the earliest Tales From the Pizzaplex books according to the wiki, I placed his death close to Security Breach as there are no Tales attractions mentioned in the note MISSING, which tells us the route Bonnie took before his dissappearance. The Glamrock's upgrades all likely come after Bonnie's disappearance. I think the most likely possibility is that Monty REQUIRED an upgrade to play the bass, and then the other bots got upgrades afterwards, inspired by Monty, ending with Chica as hers was a catastrophic failure.

The Arcade Conspiracy likely takes place between Vanessa being hired and the All Staff Meeting, as the person writing the messages may be Luis Carbera from the Fnaf AR emails. Even without that connection, it has to be here as they're attempting to "free the princess," and she should supposedly recognise them.

At the very least, the Wind Up Music Man prototypes have to have broken out after Vanessa was hired as she's the one who wrote one of their messages. The same goes for the missing kids.

The final message about the missing kids mentions a re opening, meaning the Pizzaplex temporarily closed. I think it's most likely this happened between the Storyteller and GGY as we don't have much information about the second year the Pizzaplex was open.

The All Staff Meeting has a few hints towards something sinister going on, from a trashed room with a message from this set in it, to cake, mentioned in this set, bring in the endo basement and on a hidden endo. It's likely the employees were set up by Vanessa or Gregory to get disposed of by the Glamrock Endos. This has to be after any nighttime employees as they were all fired and potentially killed in this set of messages. The daytime staff remain.

The sinkhole messages set has to take place right before Security Breach, as the final message mentions plans to dig down underneath Roxy Raceway the next morning, which would uncover the old Pizzeria. Security Breach likely takes place the night after this message.

Sources:

https://triple-a-fazbear.fandom.com/wiki/Dufflebag_Messages]

https://freddy-fazbears-pizza.fandom.com/wiki/Tales_from_the_Pizzaplex_(Series)]

https://freddy-fazbears-pizza.fandom.com/wiki/The_Storyteller_(Story)]

https://triple-a-fazbear.fandom.com/wiki/E-Mails]

Big Thanks to http://aminoapps.com/p/b0bg5s] for discussing this timeline with me, helping me refine it, and suggesting alternative possibilities I may not have thought of myself.

[persefonebooks]

Trama:Il suo nome è Liam Black, da undici mesi è ossessionato da una ragazza che fa la cameriera in un pub di Boston; quando può va in quel pub si siede al solito tavolo e la fissa, a servirlo vuole che sia solo ed unicamente lei, le altre nemmeno le considera. Purtroppo per lui la sua ossessione non può essere completata. Lui non è il tipo di persona che si innamora di qualcuno, e non vuole relazioni. Lei è Tru, una ragazza che studia per diventare un'avvocato, dolce, solare e molto alla mano. Una sera Tru quando finalmente ha il coraggio di avvicinarsi a Liam, gli chiede perchè mai viene sempre lì e la fissa. Iniziano una conversazione, ma d'improvviso lui dice che quella è l'ultima volta che lei lo vedrà. Quindi Tru torna a lavoro, Diego un suo amico e collega le chiede se può occuparsi lei della spazzatura, così quando va sul retro del pub, viene aggredita brutalmente da 3 individui, ma viene salvata da un'uomo, lo stesso uomo che le ha detto che non si sarebbe più fatto vedere. Ma è ancora lì presente per lei. E anche quando Tru finisce in ospedale, lui è sempre lì a vegliare su di lei. Quando dopo un giorno che lei si sveglia, lo guarda e gli chiede se può tornare a casa, così lui accetta, però le dice di nuovo che sarà l'ultima volta che lo vedrà. Lei non si spiega di una cosa, come mai tutte le persone che lo circondano hanno paura di Liam? Perchè nessuno riesce ad offenderlo? Pechè nessuno riesce a guardarlo in faccia? Ma a questa domanda ci sarà una risposta quasi alla fine. Arrivati a casa di lei, lui la saluta e lei va a farsi una doccia, ma quando torna in camera trova Liam di nuovo seduto sul letto. ''Sono incapace di lasciarti andare'' le dice. Così le fa una proposta ''Partirò, e quando torno rimmarrò per 28 giorni, voglio che questi giorni li passerai con me.'' E va via. Lei non accetta questa cosa, ma lui va a prendersela. Quindi passano insieme questi giorni, fanno l'amore, iniziano a relazionarsi di più, vivono in una specie di bolla dove sono gli unici esseri umani. Ma lei viene a sapere una cosa, che lui è il capo della Mafia. Ma si pone una domanda: Ho paura di questo individuo? La risposta è: no. Continuano a conoscersi. Ma le ultime 3 notti, Liam riceve una chiamara e le dice ''Quando torno voglio fare l'amore con te.'' Quando è notte però, si presenta uno che lavora per lui, dicendo a Tru che è ora di andare via e che i giorni per stare con Liam sono terminati. Lei quando torna a casa cade nello sconforto più totale, e lo vede poi in tv, perchè è stato arrestato. Un giorno dopo si presenta a casa di Tru il fratello di Liam, dicendole che era tutta una messa in scena, perchè loro fanno parte della CIA, e hanno dovuto fare una parte per incastrare i mafiosi che hanno ucciso la propria famiglia. Così le offre un biglietto e le dice che Liam l'attende in Argentina, così quando parte, viene mandata da Liam e finalmente possono vivere il sogno di poter stare insieme a avere una propria famiglia.

Voto 3.5 di 5.

Ho amato questo libro, lui molto dolce con lei e lei super innamorata, un darkromance che ti prende fin da subito e vale la pena di leggerlo.

[macabr00blog]

percorsi frammentati: 2017 (1)

La storia è lunga, ma arriva a congiungersi con sé stessa in modo veloce, è come un vizio che si prosciuga, è come la brace del legname ancora ardente: il suo fetore aspetta la carne. La storia è lunga, empietà che sorvolano la strada, è un miracolo silenzioso, cieco rimpianto.

Il dolore di aspettare la fine, scoprendosi inizio.

Avevo un sentimento leso che si faceva infetto, testimonianza di fisici ambulanti dei miei genitori, ero caro quanto la strada ghiaiata che si snoda, mia sorella cade e si sbuccia le ginocchia. Io mi sono fratturato un braccio, una volta, era troppo caldo per ricordarsene, era un tempo troppo distratto per il dispiacere. I fili del telegrafo, selciati dall’ennesima pioggia, e il colore dei capelli di Julian, pedala poco davanti a me. E’ il mio lato della provincia più puro, l’infanzia, quando ancora cercavo una qualsivoglia giustizia tra le pieghe delle dita, vieni qui, ti leggo la mano. Ero un fattucchiere senza magia, un ridicolo e vaporoso fiore reso giallo dalla muffa. In provincia, da me, piove sempre. Si spezzano i fili, si sciolgono gli argini, la pozza fa le carezze al cane che entra di fretta impaurito dal portone di legno sul retro. Ero un magnifico cadavere infantile, quando mi hanno trovato, ero come un relitto reso immobile dal tempo, quella volta in cui il mio corpo si scottò al sole e quella volta in cui la Sardegna mi fece dissanguare. E con questo sapevo che: Julian era sempre davanti a me. Dapprima come una speranza, perché lui lo sapeva, dove, quando, dopodiché come uno spettro violaceo, sordo come un macellaio nelle grida delle scrofe, la sua ombra era un’immagine granulosa sulle pareti piastrellate. Io ero sempre stato infetto, il vento non mi muoveva per miracolo, mi concedevo qualcosa che potesse diventarmi religione, volevo distrarmi, non avevo troppi misteri oltre a questo. La prima volta ho perso una scommessa per un bacio, la seconda mi sono lasciato trascinare controvoglia, la terza volta ho capito che mi piaceva anche vilmente, elogi sulle sue (chissà quali) cosce di muscolo. Julian era l’incontro dell’infanzia con quello che diventavo, nella sua esistenza nemesi trascinava allegria, io dietro di lui come un cane o forse una carcassa, non capivo più dove stessimo andando, dove mi stesse conducendo. Facevo so che sapevo di dover fare, camminare con lui alla luce del sole, sistemargli i capelli, avevo quattordici anni e nessuna voglia di un ragazzo come lui, non avevo idea di cosa fosse la cura e di cosa fosse il compenso, gli scivolavo accanto come un verme, lasciavo che il suo piumato bianco mi adombrasse. La seconda è accaduta qualche settimana dopo il nostro primo bacio, era inverno e portavo una sciarpa al collo, il viso liscio di giovent�� e il sapore di menta tra gli incisivi, lui appariva e scompariva, dopo averlo quasi tramortito l’ho lasciato conoscersi da sé tra le quattro pareti della sua auto. Ne era soddisfatto, io non l’ho più ricontattato. Biancheggiavo nella luce di quel ricordo, pensavo mi bastasse, il sapore di Julian che addolciva la mia bocca, io ero fiele e carbone e la mia pelle bruciava e bruciava. Pensavo mi bastasse, ma la terza volta nel bagliore della sera, l’abbaiare di un cane sguaiato, sul retro del parcheggio comunale della chiesa, quella primavera stessa. Io ero una bocca ed ero una parola ed era il confronto a farmi debole, era la natura campestre dove avevo vissuto, la ricchezza della sua espressione mentre calava la testa all’indietro. La terza è capitata anche più volte. I miei polpastrelli ingiustificati dalla malizia, i suoi che avranno avuto il doppio delle mie espressioni, il corpo di un partito dimenticato, la peluria di un animale schiavo, ogni giorno tornare in silenzio come la crudeltà minore. Le mie miscredenze rese vili, la quarta è un sospiro sul mio orecchio, è il più vecchio di tutti, mi parla di un Nicola che voleva vivere e voleva morire, tiene stretta al collo la catenina dorata che era di suo padre, mi chiede dove sia il mio. E’ quasi estate, io maneggio qualche parola di condoglianza per me stesso, mi lascio consolare dal suo disgusto nel vedermi impolverato dalla mia stessa vergogna. L'estate arriva veloce e Julian mangia anguria seduto al mio tavolo in giardino, toglie i semi, lui non vuole strozzarsi.

(…)

[chiediloallapolvere]

Un rumore leggerissimo

La neve cade silenziosa oggi, come fiori di ghiaccio sospesi nel cielo grigio. Il mondo intorno a me si avvolge in un manto bianco e anche il mio cuore, di solito così distante, sente la carezza fredda di questa calma surreale.

Ho camminato tra i viali desolati del cimitero, avvolto nel mio camice nero che contrasta con la purezza che mi circonda. Ogni passo imprimeva un'orma transitoria sulla candida tela che ricopriva la terra, e per un attimo sembrava che persino io potessi lasciare dietro qualcosa di tangibile.

La solitudine del mio cuore trova un' eco in questa tranquilla caduta di neve. Le delicate stelle di ghiaccio danzano nel vento come anime erranti e mi ritrovo a domandarmi se, in un mondo così silenzioso, si possa sentire il peso della propria solitudine.

Mi sono concesso un lusso insolito, un bagno nella vecchia tinozza di legno nel retro del mio angusto rifugio. Il calore dell'acqua ha avvolto il mio corpo intirizzito, sciogliendo le tensioni accumulatesi nel corso delle giornate monocolore.

Sotto la coltre di vapore, ho chiuso gli occhi, lasciando che il calore penetrasse ogni fibra del mio essere. Era un momento di quiete, lontano dalla fredda realtà del campo santo, dove la neve continuava a cadere senza pietà.

Ora, seduto sulla panchina deserta, il mio corpo ancora intorpidito dal calore del bagno, la osservo posarsi sui rami spogli degli alberi. Ogni fiocco è un frammento di bellezza fragile, come un ricordo che ho paura di afferrare temendo che possa svanire tra le mie dita come tanti altri nella mia vita.

Forse c'è un conforto nel fatto che anche la neve, così eterea e leggera, può trasformarsi in qualcosa di profondo quando si posa silenziosa sulla terra. Forse anch'io posso trovare una bellezza silenziosa nel mezzo della mia oscurità.