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ihearnocomplaints · 5 months ago

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It’s almost 1am and I decided to write a little DCA drabble just for fun. (Not canon to my AU)

You look around the seemingly empty daycare. It’s dark. Unusual, you think. Shrugging off the unease, you step in.

Why were you here again? Had you forgotten something? You stand there, next to the slide nearest to the exit. Staring at the floor, brows furrowed, you try to retrace your steps.

You had said goodbye to Sun and left. Halfway to the main entrance, you remembered something. What was it? What was it you remembered? Had you remembered that you’d forgotten something? Were you intending to give the Daycare Attendant something? Why can’t you remember?

You groan and drag a hand down your face.

Well, you can’t leave yet, since you clearly came back for a reason.

“Sun?” You call out, glancing around the darkness. No answer. You strain your ears to see if you can hear the soft whirring of his mechanisms or the jingle of his bells. Again, nothing.

Frustrated, you step deeper into the daycare, beyond the light the doorway casts. You walk past the tall jungle gyms, desaturated and cast in an eerie light now that the daycare is dark and empty. And quiet. Too quiet.

It suddenly becomes very apparent that the never ending daycare song is no linger playing in the overhead speakers. Its absence makes you miss it all the more.

“Sun?” You call out again, now standing near the ball pit. You walk the perimeter slowly, dragging your hand across the plastic brick wall that borders it. Where could he be?

You sigh and idly walk to the rainbow bridge, standing at its peak. Maybe that would give you a better vantage point of the daycare.

You strain your eyes, slowly surveying the area before you feel a sudden tap on your left shoulder. You snap your head in that direction but find nothing there. Then there’s a tap to your opposite shoulder. Looking has the same effect as last time. You huff and turn to face the ball pit.

“Sun, this isn’t funny,” You say before turning back to face the daycare. As you turn, you’re met face to face with the Daycare Attendant, hanging upside down from a wire connected to the ceiling. Except this isn’t the Sun you know. This one is darker and night themed. Much more moon-like than Sun.

Before you can even get a word out, they’ve got their hands on your shoulders. They rotate their head 90° and give you a shove as their whispery, raspy voice says, “boo.” Followed by a mischievous giggle.

You find yourself falling backward into the ball pit. It isn’t very deep but it’s certainly overstimulating as you try to flounder your way out. It’s a struggle to even figure out which way is up and right yourself accordingly.

Once you’ve managed to stand, the balls up to your waist, you wade through them and make your way to the little island in the middle of the ball pit. “That wasn’t very nice,” You huff, tilting your head up to look at the ceiling.

There’s a brief glimpse of red that disappears behind a cloud and a familiar giggle that just barely reaches your ears. You frown and look around, trying to decide your best route to the exit.

You really should have waded over to the rainbow bridge instead of the island. It’s going to be a pain going through the ball pit again. But this was the path you chose and you must walk it.

Letting out a frustrated breath, you waddle your way through the balls once more and end up just fine on the other end, if not mildly annoyed at this point. You look to the ceiling once more but find nothing.

“I’m leaving now!” You shout up to the ceiling then mumble to yourself, “I don’t know why I even came back in the first place but, frankly, I don’t care anymore.”

As you walk past the plastic house that’s way too small to fit you, you feel something hit your back. You spin around, frantically looking around for the Daycare Attendant only to see one of the ball pit balls rolling away from you on the floor. You glare at it and then the ball pit.

“Why?” You ask, picking up the ball. You can see the animatronic’s head poke out of the ball pit, that once sweet, now eerie smile tilting as the click, click, click of their head’s mechanism rotate it. You toss the ball back into the ball pit.

“Cuz. Funny.” Is all the Daycare Attendant responds.

You’re still not sure who this is. It’s clearly a moon-themed version of Sun. But if this one is here, then where is Sun? Is this just Sun messing with you? Surely he wouldn’t do such a thing.

You huff and promptly turn away, continuing your trek to the exit. “It’s not funny. It’s mean. I don’t even know who you are and you’re already bullying me,” You say as you walk away. Another ball hits you.

“Rude.” You freeze at that and turn around, about ready to give this animatronic a piece of your mind. Except they’re no longer in the ball pit.

You glance around in all directions, thoroughly confused at how they could possibly move this fast. “I’m not rude!” You say, sounding a lot more like a petulant child than you meant to.

“You are.” The bot says, coming from your left. But when you look, there’s no one there. “Won’t even let me introduce myself.” This time the voice is directly behind you.

You stumble forward and spin around to face the tall animatronic looming behind you. Even when they’re slouched they’re taller than you. You frown and stare at them expectantly. “Well?” You gesture for them to continue.

They tilt their head as they seem to have a habit of doing. “Moon,” They say, placing a hand to their chest. They point to you and say your name. Logically, they’d know your name from the employee database but somehow it’s still a shock to you when they actually say it. Not even Sun has called you your name yet. And you know he knows it. It’s always pet names or nicknames with him.

“Moon,” You repeat with a nod, looking them up and down. “Fitting.”

Moon’s optics seem to brighten with glee and he lets out a little giggle. “Sun and Moon.” He responds with a nod.

“Can I leave now?” You ask, taking a step backward toward the exit. Moon’s gaze drifts to the door behind you before they wordlessly fly up and disappear in the rafters.

You stare up at the ceiling for a while, unsure of whether to leave or not, but when you see no further signs of Moon, you take that as your go-ahead for making a swift exit. And exit you do, practically sprinting to the exit.

You’re not sure why, but something about that whole interaction made your alarm bells ring. There was an odd sense of danger, despite Moon’s overall playfulness. There was danger in those glowing red eyes of his, you think. You can’t be certain, though. Perhaps the dark was clouding your judgement.

#silas writes stuff #1187 words

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kallistersbullshit · 1 year ago

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@pillowspace here take a thingy *slams down on table and scurries away*

(this is technically my first 2nd person/reader fic, so uhh hopefully it’s not too bad):

You’ve been running yourself ragged with your daycare duties lately. It’s the… seventh loop? Maybe. You’re not sure. All you know is that you’re getting nowhere in your search for the cause of the time loops, spending your nights sleeplessly jotting ideas down in your notebook - though you know you’ll have to rewrite everything next time.

You don’t know how much longer you can take it.

“Y/N? Are you alright?”

You flinch hard, snapping your head up from where it laid on the desk. Above you towers Sun, patiently waiting for an answer behind the computer, fidgeting anxiously with the ribbons on his wrists.

“Me? Oh! Oh yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

Sun deflates a bit. “You don’t… seem fine. Normally you leave by now but you’ve had your head down for quite a while. Did you get enough sleep last night?” “Isn’t that Moon’s catchphrase?” you ask, cocking your head.

“You make it hard to resist,” he replied, chuckling nervously.

“Well I did, so again, no reason to worry. I’ll be out of your… er, rays in no time.” Sun flinches, holding his hands out to shake them in denial. “Nonono! I’m not trying to get rid of you, promise! I’m just worried - me and Moon both!”

He leans over the desk to get a better look at you - horrible bags under your eyes, shirt buttoned incorrectly, and a disgruntled, slightly annoyed expression on your face. You quickly change it to a smile, shaking your head.

“I’m telling you it’s fine, Sun. And you’re right - I should probably get going now. See you tomorrow.”

“S-See you tomorrow…”

You smile more genuinely and stand up to grab your bag from the side desk, slinging it over your shoulder and signing off of the computer before walking over to the large double-doors. You place your hand on the handles just as you feel a light touch on your arm - a cold, hard touch.

Like metal.

You jerk away immediately, wildly swinging your bag around to hit your attacker directly in the neck, knocking his head loose and sending his faceplate spinning wildly. The sound of your feet pounding against the ground fills your ears as you follow your escape route as fast as you can. He'll take a bit of time - though not much - to connect to the wire, so the second-floor exit should work best.

You’re halfway up the staircase when you come to an abrupt stop, glancing up frantically at the bright lights illuminating your path. You whip your head around to see Sun sprawled out on the ground, his rays still spinning from the impact, his eyes already dim.

Your breath hitches. You practically leap down the stairs to rush to his side, kneeling at his side to inspect his faceplate. You can hear your heart pounding heavily as you carefully turn his head from side to side. As expected: the collision had ripped multiple wires and loosened the screws at the base of his neck. It was an easy fix, but it would leave the attendant immobilized for a while.

You stand up, stumbling over to the computers. You quickly log back in to file a report to Parts & Services, describing the wreckage in a brief summary before immediately logging back out. Stepping carefully over Sun’s body, you approach the double doors, where you left your bag. You pick it up, turning to glance back at your fallen friend. Your hands are still shaking - your breath hasn’t entirely calmed down yet.

You hurry out of the daycare, still listening to the pounding of your heart and the anxious taps of your feet on the floor.

Hopefully you'll catch yourself from hurting them next time.

#i am thinking. not comprehensively. but I’m thinking.#i thought y/n having a notebook of ideas would be pretty funn #considering they'd have to write down everything they learn all over again at the beginning of each loop #it's especially fun when you consider how many traumatizing memories they'd force themselves to recall #just to try to remember details that could help them #time loop #timeloop au #dca au #fnaf dca au #dca fic #my fic #my fic post

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imagine-darksiders · 3 years ago

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On the Ropes - Chapter 1

Five Nights at Freddy’s: Security breach.

Montgomery Gator X Female Reader

Tags: Fnaf, Montgomery Gator/Reader, slow burn, cleaning lady Reader, female reader, implied/referenced past abuse, sentient animatronics, friends to lovers, anger issues, hurt/comfort, there will be some Sunnydrop/Reader in future chapters btw, Glamrock Freddy, Roxanne Wolf, Glamrock Chica, budding friendship, animalistic behaviour.

Summary:

“Mr Montgomery...” you try again, taking a brave step forwards into the room, only to freeze in your tracks when a guttural growl travels through the darkness and cuts straight into your chest like the roll of approaching thunder.

“The Hell're you doin' in here, lady?”

Isn't that the million-dollar question.

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The door to your cleaning supply cupboard clicks shut with a satisfying 'thud,' a comforting sound that signals the end of another long, arduous day spent cleaning up parts of Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex that none of the S.T.A.F.F bots are dexterous enough to get at.

Heaving a weary sigh, you let your forehead bump against the cool metal, listening to the hum of your colleagues shuffling around you, rooting inside their lockers for hats, scarves and coats. Everyone is ready to clock out and leave before the night-shift takes over, hoping to get home before the roads freeze under winter's cruel grasp.

“Rough day, kid?”

You roll your head to the side and let another sigh slip between your teeth, replying, “Rough as a country road, I’m afraid.”

A gruff, old man by the name of Andy traipses up to the locker that sits beside your designated cupboard and he nods to you, touching gnarled fingers to his purple cap in greeting. Approaching his late sixties, and only a year from retirement, the old boy is still just as deft with his hands as the younger mechanics who work under him, as he demonstrates to you every evening by twisting that combination lock of his without even glancing at it, 'skilled in lock-picking and repairing robots,' you’d once joked. And although you're not a mechanic like him, he was one of the few faculty members who had curmudgeonly respect for a humble cleaning lady. Thus, from your first day working at the Plex, Andy was the guy to pull you away from bathroom re-stocks to eat your lunch or rescue you from the clutches of the clingy daycare attendant.

He's a good man, if a touch old-fashioned.

“One of these days,” you huff, pulling out your key and fumbling with your door's antiquated lock, “Can you mechs fix up a S.T.A.F.F bot that knows how to polish those massive bronzes? Freddy's face alone takes me like, half a goddamn hour.”

Andy just chuckles good-naturedly, hauling his winter coat from the locker and slamming it shut with a sigh. “Ain't nothing but a woman's strong touch can keep bronze and brass clean,” he laments, tipping his cap at you again and tossing you a wink from behind his thick, round glasses, “Good thing too. Give's 'em a reason to keep you around, eh, gal?”

“I like to think they keep me around for other reasons, too, Andrew, but thanks.”

The old man pulls a skeptical face, earning himself a scowl in response.

“You're a real gent -” You pause to pull your phone out of your pocket and check the time. “- and as much as I'd love to wait for you to grab your walking stick, I'm afraid I'll miss my bus if I do.”

You easily step aside to avoid the gentle kick he aims at your shins. “I ain't old enough to use a stick yet... brat,” he grumbles.

Tugging on your own coat, you flash him a tired smile.

You'll wait for him, of course.

You know it. He definitely knows it.

You're both on the same bus route, after all, and yours is only a couple of stops down from his own.

Andy shakes his head, stuffing one arm into the sleeve of his coat and tilting his chin towards the staircase leading up and out of the maintenance tunnel. “Shall we?”

“Suppose we shall,” you reply, eager to escape the Megaplex and return to your comfy little apartment on the outskirts of the city, where a microwave carbonara is calling your name.

“Hey! You – uh – cleaning lady!”

Well. You certainly wish it was the carbonara.

There’s no doubt she’s addressing you. You’re the only human cleaning staff in the building.

You have to stifle a groan, plastering on a cheery smile and turning to see one of the young mechanics jogging towards you down the maintenance tunnel, her purple overalls stained with unsightly patches of slick, black oil, no doubt from the numerous repairs she has to make on a day-to-day basis.

You recognise her immediately once you catch sight of the bouncy, auburn hair trying to struggle free of her bun as she bounds right up to you and skids to an unsteady halt.

“Kerry,” you greet her, pocketing the cupboard key and quirking a grin at her, “Where's the fire?”

Silently, she waves a hand through the air, asking you, without words, to wait for her to catch her breath, and you shift your weight onto one leg, happy to oblige.

Eventually, the girl manages to clear her throat, jabbing her thumb over one shoulder and wheezing, “Manager - Mick – He said to come get you. It's urgent. So we need to go, like, now.”

And just like that, she turns to face the way she'd come and starts to jog back up the tunnel, hesitating for barely a second to beckon frantically after you. “Come on, then! Keep up!”

You've always liked Kerry, though you've barely interacted enough for her to learn your name, apparently. Her words are straight from the shoulder and to the point and she never wastes time with idle chatter, even if you wish she sometimes would.

Blowing a noisy exhale through your nose, you spare a glance at Andy, who merely offers his sympathies in the form of a vague shrug before he begins to throw on the rest of his coat, waving you off with a gruff, “I'll tell the driver not to wait for you. Now scram.”

Finding no support in the old mechanic, you shoot him a quick salute and kick up your heels, running after Kerry as she disappears around a corner, wondering what in the world you've done that could warrant attention from the manager of the mechanical department.

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The pair of you burst out into Rockstar Row minutes later, although you screech to a halt to hold the doors open for two more mechanics coming the other way, both of whom are too busy hauling a S.T.A.F.F bot between them to offer you more than a cursory nod of thanks.

As they pass, your curious gaze lands on the bot. The poor thing looks as though it's been put through a car-crusher. There are scrapes and gouges carved into its metal exterior and the arms hang by mere cables at its sides, fingers twitching rapidly in conjunction with a garbled string of words that crackle out of its speakers.

“Ple-ple-please r-r-rema-ain c—c-c-c-ca-aaa-alm.”

“Sheesh,” you call after the mechanics, “What happened to him?”

Neither of them spare you a second glance, so you simply shrug, letting the doors swing shut behind them before you turn to trail after Kerry once more.

The girl impatiently leads you around a confectionary kiosk and past Freddy Fazbear's show room, until you at last catch sight of the man you have to personally thank for making you miss the seven o'clock bus back to the city's outskirts.

Mick, infamous manager of the Mechanical department, is pacing back and forth in front of Montgomery Gator's show room window, which, you notice with a spark of trepidation, has been cordoned off by blue tape, and the huge, burgundy curtains have been drawn right across it, barring any outside eyes from viewing the interior.

As you draw closer, you begin to hear Mick muttering expletives to himself, sprinkled in amongst complaints about wasted expenses.

“Sir?” Kerry calls out, slowing in front of him and drawing his pacing to a stop, “Got that cleaner you asked for.”

You hesitate to remark that you're the only human cleaner employed by Fazbear Enterprises, but you suppose 'that cleaner' will have to suffice.

Mick's head snaps in your direction and his face lights up instantly, a too-wide grin spreading across his lips. “Hey! You're here! Excellent. I'm sorry to drag you away from clocking out!” Clasping his hands together, he adds, “But, I'm glad Kerry found you, Doll. Need a favour. Huge one.”

Biting your tongue, you tread down the involuntary shudder that threatens to race up your spine at the use of the nickname, instead forcing a smile onto your face. “Shouldn't be a problem,” you tell him pleasantly, “What's up?”

“Uh, Mick?” Kerry chimes in anxiously, shifting her weight and peering over her shoulder towards the maintenance tunnels again, “Am I good to-...”

Giving a brusque flap of his hand, he shoos her away. “Ah, yes. Thank you, Kerry. Go on, Devon and Gordon will need your help, I expect.”

And without needing any more permission than that, she's off once more, racing to the doors at the back of the row and shouldering them open, slipping through and then disappearing from sight. You watch her go, baffled, and more than a little wary when Mick grasps your shoulder and turns you around to face him again.

“It's a problem, alright,” he adds to your previous claim, removing his hand to gesture vaguely behind him at the glass of Montgomery Gator's show room, “Gator's on the warpath again. Something happened at a birthday party today and the damn bot's got itself all worked up.” He heaves a sigh of exasperation and runs a hand mercilessly through his thin, silvery hair. “This is the third time in two weeks. We keep sending S.T.A.F.F in there to clean the place up, so we can actually showcase the room, but he just keeps throwing 'em back out in pieces. Seems we've been spending a fortune on replacements, and my guys can't keep up with the repairs. Poor old Andy damn near collapsed from exhaustion the other day.”

He hadn’t told you about that... “Christ,” you utter, then, more urgently you add, “Was he okay?”

“Mm? Oh yes, yes. He was right as rain after a swig of Fizzy Faz” he replies, waving off your concern, “But I’m afraid we’re all at our wit’s end, dear, our wit’s end indeed. Montgomery is destroying the robots faster than we can fix them.”

“Oh, well. I'm... I'm sorry about that?” It isn't the first time you've heard about the alligator's destructive mood-swings, and while you are sorry to learn that he's having yet another one, you can't help but wonder why on Earth that has anything to do with a cleaning lady who only has bottom-level clearance.

Behind the thick curtains, there's a sudden shattering of something heavy, perhaps made of glass, followed by a low, guttural snarl of frustration.

Moving closer, Mick slides his arm across your shoulders and steers you away from the window for a moment, speaking to you in a hushed tone that instantly raises the hairs on the nape of your neck.

“Look. I'm gonna be straight – and, I'm sorry in advance for this – but we need you to stay behind tonight.”

With your tentative heart sitting in your throat, you summon the courage to ask, “Okay, why?”

“Because the higher-ups have asked me to get Monty's room up to snuff by tomorrow.” Mick raises his hand to card through his hair again, blowing out a rough exhale as he adds, “Some exec's kid is having a birthday party here first thing, and he wants everything to be perfect. Capital 'P.' That means access to all the rooms on Rockstar Row...” He jerks his head backwards, in the direction of Montgomery's room. “Any bot that gets sent in there to clean up the mess is torn to shred. But what I'm thinking is that in theory, Monty's programming won't let it hurt a human, right?”

In that moment, you realise what he's about to ask you to do.

Swallowing thickly, you glance over your shoulder towards the swinging, double doors that lead down to the maintenance tunnels, no doubt where the unfortunate S.T.A.F.F bots are having their servos and wheels reattached as you speak.

Therein lays the problem. Your components don't slot back into place quite so easily as the bots' do.

“But... I'm just a cleaner,” you argue through gritted teeth, hoping he doesn't hear the nervousness seeping from your voice like a bad smell.

“Yeah, the only one we've got who isn't S.T.A.F.F,” he presses, holding his hands up as if he means to soothe any oncoming protests, “Listen, this isn't my call. This is coming from way up high on the food chain. They're getting' sick of replacing bots every time Monty wants to throw his toys out of the pram.”

You can't help but find it a little incredulous that the company would chuck an employee at an animatronic who has done irreparable damage to dozens of their own bots, based on the flimsy theory that he's programmed not to hurt faculty. You know all about the gator's reputation, enough that you're careful to give him a wide berth whenever he stalks across a room you're cleaning. “Come on, Mick,” you try weakly, “Isn't this a little above my pay-grade?”

A bead of sweat dribbles down from the man's hairline and skirts the wrinkles around his eye. He's desperate, and you can understand why. Ultimately, it'll be him who comes under fire if things don't go off without a hitch for the exec's kid.

The man seems just shy of grabbing you as he wrings his hands and sputters, “You go in there, see what you can do about the mess, and I'll... I'll... see what I can do to raise your Christmas bonus, yeah?”

You struggle to keep the disbelieving little scoff from escaping between your teeth.

It's a terrible incentive, to be sure. Money for compliance, with no real guarantee of seeing the former part of the deal.

Besides, what good will a slightly fatter paycheque do if you're neck-deep in hospital bills or bleeding out on the floor of Montgomery Gator's room?

'Should never have signed that stupid liability clause,' you chide yourself, not for the first time.

The only real incentive here is that you’d be doing Andy a favour. If you go in there and if, by some miracle, you survive, he won’t nearly keel over by pushing himself to repair the bots that Monty rips apart.

Besides, Mick is still staring at you with a fervid sort of gleam in his eye that really gives you the impression that if you decline, he might actually try to wring your neck and save Monty the trouble.

You don't feel a lick of shame for the put-upon sigh you heave, letting your shoulders slump to hide their rigidity as you shoot a quick glance back at the cordoned-off windows and huff, “Alright, fine. I'll do it.”

Mick's entire posture goes slack with relief. “Oh, thank Christ!”

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Several, tentative steps lead you up to Montgomery Gator’s door where you grind to a halt, staring up at the slab of metal in front of you, thoroughly unnerved by the muffled growls and snarls trickling out from behind it.

All of a sudden, you're sent reeling back as something heavy slams into the other side of it, tugging an impromptu gasp from your lips. Bewildered, you shoot a glance at Mick and throw your hands up in a silent question, only to find him standing several metres from where he was before, nodding at you encouragingly.

You let your arms fall back to your sides.

It would appear you really don't have much of a choice.

Hesitating to suck down a steadying breath, you fumble at the clearance badge around your neck and lean down, pressing it flat against the door's mechanism.

The damning 'beep' of success sends your heart plummeting into the pit of your stomach.

Then, like a jaw opening to receive you, the door slides up, and just like that, you're standing full view of the Megapizza Plex's most volatile animatronic.

Montgomery gator, the star himself, looms menacingly in the shadows at the furthest corner of the room with his signature glasses askew and his eyes gleaming crimson in the darkness. Overhead, only one, solitary lightbulb still clings to life, swinging back and forth and casting eerie shapes on the walls around you.

The animatronic is staring straight at you through the gloom, his enormous shoulders creaking as they heave with exertion whilst the claws at the tip of each finger quiver at an almost imperceptible pace, scraped blunt from excessive wear and tear.

He's every bit as frightening as you recall. It's hardly any wonder a lot of the children are afraid of him.

You realise with a jolt that neither of you have really moved, excepting Monty, of course, who's elongated head twitches to one side, and it promptly occurs to you that you're most likely being scanned.

It feels very much as though you're treading on sheet-thin ice, and at the risk of plunging into the alligator-infested waters below, you fear you'll have to be the one to break it.

You've never interacted one-on-one with the animatronics before. How in the world are you supposed to address them?

“Hello, um.. Sir?”

The gator's head snaps back to its upright position and you resist the urge to grimace. A fine start.

“Mr Montgomery...” you try again, taking a brave step forwards inside the room, only to freeze in your tracks when a guttural growl travels through the darkness and cuts straight into your chest like the roll of approaching thunder.

“The Hell're you doin' in here, lady?”

Isn't that the million-dollar question.

Another step.

Behind you, the door slides shut once more and seals you inside, helpless as a lamb in a lion's den.

'This is his room', you remind yourself shakily, 'his territory.'

If someone stepped inside your bedroom unannounced, you'd certainly expect a pretty solid explanation for their presence as well.

“Management sent me,” you squeak out with minimal tremors, “I'm the cleaning lady. I'm supposed to... well... clean up your room for you...” Pausing, you swallow past a lump and add, “There's an, uh, an important birthday party going on tomorrow and this place... needs some, uh. TLC?”

Trailing off, you let your eyes dart around the room, rapidly taking stock of the damage you've been sent to deal with. The first thing you notice is a poster sitting on the wall to your left, depicting Montgomery himself, his long chin resting in the palm of one hand and a lazy smile pulling at his features. In the image, his expression is open, playful, even friendly.

Suddenly, your focus is brought back to the gator with a start when he drops his jaw and lets out a hollow laugh that's about as far from friendly as one could get. It's bitter, mocking, and you don't much care for it at all.

“So, they finally got sick of me breakin' those S.T.A.F.F dummies, huh?” Monty chuckles, peeling his plastic lips back to reveal rows of sharp, jagged teeth, “Thought they'd send some human instead.”

Frozen in place, you can do little else but shrug noncommittally.

Something sharp abruptly crosses his glare and you don't even have a moment to blink, because in the next second, a four-hundred-pound animatronic is storming across the room towards you, heedless of an upturned table that stands in his way. One of his shins catches the wood, and it's sent skidding sideways to crash against the wall.

Blanching, you immediately try to back up, but your head knocks painfully against the solid door at your spine and you realise, with a sinking sensation in your gut, that you're well and truly trapped as a behemoth of an alligator closes in on you, his motions far more ungainly than those you've witnessed from him while he's on stage, as if movement is a struggle for him at the moment.

The door behind you feels a lot like the bars of an inescapable cage, and although the key is hanging around your neck, it would require you to turn and bear your vulnerable spine to the animatronic. There isn't a chance in Hell you're brave enough to do that.

Instead, you brace your hands against the metal and squeeze your eyes tightly shut, left with little option but to wait for impact.

Just as you're certain that he's going to plough right into you, Montgomery stops and there’s a warm gust of metallic air that washes over your cheeks like a breath. “And what's to stop me from breakin' you, lady?”

For several moments, your ears ring in the unexpected silence that follows his query, until the fear of not being able to see him outweighs your fear of seeing him altogether, so you crack open your eyelids and immediately flinch backwards, flattening yourself even further against the door.

The animatronic's broad chest stands scant inches away from your nose.

“You – You can't-!”

“You don't think I could?” he cuts you off with a snap, hackles raising, and you're suddenly aware that he must think you're insulting his capabilities.

“I – I mean, you definitely could,” you sputter, grasping for words as a drowning man grasps for one last breath, “I just don't think you should!”

A pair of thick, brawny arms lift into your peripheral vision and he slams his palms against the wall on either side of you, each as green as the Amazon rainforest. The gator leans in close until his snout almost brushes the hair on your head. It's all you can do to keep your eyes open, unable to tear them away from the teeth that linger unbearably close to your delicate skin.

Ever so slowly, Montgomery's jaws part and he hisses out, “Why shouldn't I?”

Everything about him screams intimidation. He's bigger, he's stronger, and he really wants you to know it.

But there's one thing he hasn't taken into account.

You've been intimidated before.

Perhaps not by an eight-foot tall animatronic, but certainly by someone who was just as loud and boisterous as the alligator looming over you is now. You've had your back to a wall for years before tonight, so much so that it's become second-nature to lower your head and stare through bleary eyes at the carpet below you. It takes you a moment to remember that you've managed to fight your way out of this position once before, several months ago. You can do it again.

You're going to have to, because frankly, you're reluctant to let some blustering animatronic alligator drive you into a corner.

“Because,” you rasp and try to bunch your fingers into the fabric of your pencil skirt as if you could steal strength from the fabric itself, “I'm not your enemy, Montgomery. I'm just here to do my job. And the sooner you let me do it, the sooner I can be out of your – er – your scales. Okay?”

You don't meet his eye, but you do notice the gator recoil slightly, his jaws retreating from the top of your vision, even just slightly.

Silence settles thickly over your head once again before he speaks, low and threatening. “One last chance to get out...”

You raise your head, teeth clenched together so hard that they leave an ache behind. “I can't.”

You really can't. Oh, perhaps physically, you can. You could turn tail and flee like a bat out of Hell. But Mick is standing right outside that door, probably waiting to send you back inside if you try to beat a hasty retreat. All it would take is a few words from him - 'She wouldn't do her job!' - and your employers would send you packing with nothing but a cardboard box to carry your mug in.

You've had to give up a lot to get here, to afford a boxy little apartment on the outskirts of town with only your own income to pay the rent, and you're not about to give up what little you have, not without a fight.

So even when Montgomery Gator takes a step away from you, raises to his full height and lifts one, enormous fist into the air, you lock your knees and refuse to budge.

You can take a hit.

'Be tense,' you remind yourself distantly, heart hammering in your chest like it wants to escape the punishment it's about to receive, 'He can't damage internal organs if your muscles are in the way.'

It's an agonising wait, watching the gator's legs as he stands over you, his arm still held aloft.

You don't want to look at him, you don't want to provoke him, so there you stay, rigid and afraid until there's a gentle chuff of air wafting over your face.

You still don't take the bait though, keeping your eyes fixed on the joint of his knee.

Movement at the corner of your eye has you darting them over to see his fists lower gradually back down against his sides. That, at the very least, renders you curious enough to peer up at him through your lashes and gulp down a nervous breath.

He's glaring back down at you, his eyes somehow piercing right through the purple sheen of his sunglasses. Then, without warning, the gator puffs out his chest and snaps his teeth far too close to your face, bellowing, “Fine!” before he spins on his heel and stomps back towards his upturned couch, leaving behind a trembling mess of a human by the entrance.

You're not dead...

You take a deep breath and place one hand over your heart, fingers twisting deep into the fabric of your shirt. The legs keeping you upright hardly feel very sturdy at all, and you blink down at them numbly, wondering if your knees have been knocking like this since you walked in here.

“Well?!” The animatronic's snapped question brings you to your senses and you jump, throwing your head up and giving him a dumbfounded stare.

“You gonna start cleaning up, or what?!” he adds gruffly, gesturing to the chaos surrounding you.

Quick as a flash, you appease him with a hasty nod. “Sure. Yeah. Uh huh!”

Sneering your way, the gator rolls his shoulders and turns to grab the edge of his couch, lifting it back onto its stumpy legs with enviable ease.

You almost start to think that he's actually helping you, but you're soon proved wrong when he slumps down heavily onto the cushions and crosses his arms, glaring at you as you pick your way towards the window, where a large plant pot lays on its side, spilling soil all over the carpet. You'll definitely have to go and get the hoover from storage at some point, but you're reluctant to pause so soon without righting the majority of the room first.

So, all too aware of the crimson eyes burning a hole into the side of your head, you press your lips together and get to work.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf security breach #security breach #montgomery gator #monty #reader #montgomery gator/reader #past abuse #Relationships with the other animatronics will come later #sundrop #daycare attendant #female reader

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lavenoon · 2 years ago

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So we know that the boys have claws and tasers, but do they have the more daycare related features? Like temperature detection, or even heating for their bodies if someone’s cold?

Okay this sent me down a worldbuilding rabbit hole while also solving the mystery of Sun and Moon's origin. This is probably gonna contradict a bit of early AU content because I didn't quite see them as daycare attendants in this au, but now. Whoopsie.

So animatronics are established members of society - but that doesn't tell you anything about why and how they're made. Because we're not going the admittedly iconic route of Robots (2005).

When animatronics are made, beyond a rudimentary AI they're basically blank slates in regards to personalities. They're not made with a specific purpose, but after an acclimation period that gives them some time (I want to say a few months to a year, as I don't know how similar to real AI learning tempo they would be) to develop their own minds (and we'll go utopian future vibes so they get free housing and universal basic income) they get to pick from a list of jobs that they'll work at for a while. How long depends on multiple factors, as the purpose is that they pay off the cost of their production. It's a credit they pay off at their own pace, so it can take a long while. There's some interest if they take more than maybe 3 to 5 years, but otherwise they're free to choose how long they take.

The list they get depends on their functions, so it's at least somewhat predestined. If however an animatronic would be entirely unhappy with their choices, they can pick a different job. The cost for suitable upgrades is added to their credit.

This means they already have some job experience when they're entirely free to do as they want.

Sun and Moon I imagine now would have chosen to be daycare attendants as well as security - Sun more the first, Moon more the latter, but both dabbling in either. That's why they have the security functions, but also why those are adapted to Moon. They took just under the time before the interest would have hiked up, because they were costly but ambitious. Their two AI one animatronic situation was somewhat an experiment, with the inbuilt switch adding a lot of production cost.

They stayed at their daycare for a little while longer before they started job hopping, staying for a few months to a year at different places until at some point (years later) Eclipse secured them the spots as agents. In the canon timeline, this is the longest they've stuck with a job since their daycare days - guess they found what they were missing all this time (:

Now to the actual answer to your question.

They don't have the heating - I imagine they usually run between 25 and 30° Celsius (77-86° Fahrenheit), so cozy as any well used but not overheating (non gamer) PC. Heat proofing all of their finer machinery would have been even pricier, and risking burns also isn't something they deemed necessary.

(rest mode of course is at a lower temp)

Temperature is a slightly modified (improved) function of their touch sensors in their hands, pretty easy overall. They could distinguish temperature before already, and adding some sensitivity wasn't too pricey.

Heartbeats I established before however are out, they can feel a pulse better than a human already without their own to distract them!

They can hear slightly better than humans on average, maybe in the top 10% of the hypothetical normal distribution in humanity. That's just something most animatronics do though and didn't cost them extra.

I think for other extras I'll decide on an individual basis as I can't think of other daycare specific functions rn, but the general answer would be Yes! Some, that were worth it, and for the rest they make do.

Honestly, you can treat anything like Schrödinger's feature now - I'm not sure how much of this will come up in canon, so as long as you could justify it to yourself they can have it! <3

#answer let luce #anonymous #accidentally undercover #im sorry to the other asks in my inbox I will get to you tomorrow #this one sent me down a rabbithole of thinking and distracted me #and tomorrow still the drabble will be the priority probably #bc im excited #but im also unhinged so i might multitask #hehe #this was fun to think about and it feels nice to have an explanation for how animatronics slot into the world

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makinaorbia · 3 years ago

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The New Era

I wanted to just spill my thoughts on where things are going now based on Security Breach and what I picked up from the previous games. I had dipped out of the FNAF games and lore for awhile but Security Breach brought me back cause of how much of a mix up it was and now I’m a little upset at what I missed, BUT I hope this new Era continues.

What I mean by that? I’ve seen some people upset that Security Breach tramples on the work Michael did to free the souls trapped in the animatronics and put an end to William’s shit, but unfortunately because Fazbear Entertainment is cheap as shit, they unknowingly gave William a gateway to becoming a digital form.

I’m hoping that because he uploaded himself into Burntrap that when Molten Freddy chomped him, he’s trapped for good. It seems like that cave collapsed so I think any wired connection he could’ve had may have been snapped during the collapse. I hope that’s the case and we can continue with Vanny’s story, who unfortunately may not have been saved since the True Ending had nothing to do with freeing her and with stopping Afton.

Enough about William though. I saw some people upset that Molten Freddy existed and was proof that those children weren’t free and instead trapped in that demonic amalgamation...but what if they aren’t?

I think this new Era, since it’s bleeding into modern tech in the future (the advanced nature of the Glamrocks is proof of this) will be exploring AIs and the “I think therefore I am” route. Which I am ALL FOR. I love that shit. I think it might be possible that the souls acting vengefully within those animatronics caused the AI in them to go deviant (Detroit: Become Human lingo here) and that’s why they lashed out at Afton in the Canon Ending. They may lash out at any human in fact as it seems you have to be in Freddy to go down to that area.

I don’t believe that Michael is Freddy. I believe the only reason Freddy was spared is likely one or two things. Freddy was booted in Safe mode at the beginning of the game and this halted any spread of the Afton Virus in his system. If anyone has ever booted their computer in Safe Mode, it allows you to navigate and solve issues (more often than not) without the virus interference. Freddy is in Safe Mode because of the malfunction and the others *aren’t* so the virus is running rampant in them unfortunately, so they can’t control themselves. I think this is also why Freddy kills you if he runs out of power when you’re in him. Safe mode will shut down and he snaps when the virus unleashes full force before he shuts down entirely.

Additionally (or Alternatively) we know that Fazbear Entertainment reuses parts all of the time, and part of me is curious if Freddy’s AI has been reused for years, and if so, how many? How far back does his memory go? If it goes back extremely far, I think this might be another reason why he acts as he does. AI learns over time and with the amount of knowledge his AI would have now, I wouldn’t be surprised if he expressed some deviancy outside his expected programming.

Another odd thing is that Freddy doesn’t have any Errant Behavior logs for him. He’s the only animatronic aside from Glamrock Bonnie and the Daycare Attendant (who has a ton of other issues) to not have any. Freddy has always been fine. I think Freddy’s system might be the strongest out of everyone. Even more so than Chica’s. We know that the original animatronics was just Freddy (Fredbear) and Bonnie and then Chica was added later. The two of them are the original and I think it also might tie into Freddy’s grief about him. It might go deeper than we realize.

I’m also in the belief that Bonnie was investigating and he ended up getting decommissioned by Vanny as a result of his poking around. Freddy himself is willing to investigate when he knows something is wrong and in game actually makes comments about filing *complaints* about systems he thinks are putting people in danger. The fire escape system requiring VIP access a big example of that. If he was just a scripted program, he wouldn’t do anything like that and just fall in line with the company policy. He’s making an active decision about issues he sees. I feel like this absolutely could’ve been the case with Bonnie. These are no longer just scripted animatronics. They’re absolutely highly intelligent AIs at this point, bordering on Sentient beings. I definitely think Freddy would pass the Turing Test :)

Also, remember when you go down in the area where Molten Freddy is? Freddy mentions “his friends are here”, that “i cleared the path”, “i didn’t have a choice”, I think that Freddy is infected with the Afton virus but because of him being in Safe mode (as mentioned up above) he can keep his conscious about him. What I think this reveals though is that the Afton Virus override doesn’t shut down the animatronics conscious and forces them to be puppets, but they are still aware of what they’re doing and DON’T WANT TO. “they are so angry, and confused...” They don’t know what’s happening to them. I feel like this is what happened to the older animatronics as well. While the child souls intentions weren’t to manipulate like Afton does, I feel like what the Afton Virus does and the possession does might be VERY similar.

The others are conscious but trapped as Afton controls them. Same as before, but this time Freddy and the others stopped it and it’s likely that when Afton got crushed, when the others were rebuilt, they probably were freed from that control. At least I hope so.

Anyways, I know that was a lot of rambling but I do think that this is moving from the souls possessing the animatronics to the Sentient AIs arc. I love that shit, so I’m happy. I hope that’s the case. The Afton arc should be closed. If it isn’t then I think what’s going to end up happening is Glamrock Freddy with Gregory might end up trying to destroy Fazbear Entertainment for good. The King of the Empire burns it all down. Fazbear Entertainment literally made Freddy, it brought him into existence, but the pain its caused is undeniable and as someone who was created to Entertain and make people happy, as someone who’s growing a conscious over time and learning what’s happening, I wouldn’t be surprised if he decided this was the best way to do things. It’s what he feels at his core, what he learned. It’s similar to humans we’re brought into the world and taught basic things but over time we learn and shift our goals around those cores. These AIs just learn in a different way but it’s still VERY similar imo.

Also note that they don’t rebuild Freddy (the literal face of the Franchise) in one of the endings and Monty just takes over? I think that’s Vanny’s doing. Why? Freddy’s AI is too strong in terms of stopping trouble when he sees it. Can’t have a repeat of what happened! It’s probably what happened to Bonnie too. Monty was literally advertised as the new face of the franchise despite everything having Freddy’s damn face on everything. That’s astronomically more expensive than just remaking Freddy. Either they can’t duplicate AIs or Freddy’s AI (probably like Bonnie’s) is too likely to go deviant and stop their practices.

I hope Glamrock Freddy stays as a protagonist in the series and doesn’t revert back. I don’t see a reason for him to do so. I know Security Breach has gotten a lot of bad reception and good reception for various reasons, but I think the objectively good thing everyone agrees on is that Glamrock Freddy was the biggest highlight of the game and his relationship with Gregory more so. The Found Family trope hits hard for a lot of people. I dunno if Steel Wool will ever see this rambling but people ADORE the characters, it’s just the game’s massive bugs and unanswered questions that has a lot of people upset, but the characters themselves? *Chef’s kiss*. I would love to see a Daytime mode for the Pizzaplex but that’s just me seeking more with the other animatronics to confirm their advanced nature.

Also...GLAMROCK BONNIE DLC! GLAMROCK BONNIE DLC!.... Please ;w;

God I want to be right and that Bonnie’s aggressive nature in other games just translated into him being faster and more active therefore moving faster when he saw trouble in THIS game. Aggressiveness isn’t always a bad thing, it could’ve meant Bonnie took the initiative when he saw some fuckery happening. I don’t think the Glamrock animatronics are inherently murderous so I don’t think Bonnie was either. We have literally no reason to think that outside of “Oh well he was aggressive in the other games”. Okay? Freddy was also a taunting, sadistic, and malicious animatronic in the other games. Laughing at you and his Winter rendition will literally mock you through messages. Glamrock Freddy is the opposite. Literal Care bear and doting. I’m sorry but that argument that Bonnie was stirring up trouble and trying to kill Monty doesn’t hold up to me. At all since you could apply it to Freddy as well but it falls apart there.

To clarify, I don’t think Monty killed Bonnie either. Genuinely do not. I think it was all Vanny and she had S.T.A.F.F. bots jump this poor man.

OH SPEAKING OF THE S.T.A.F.F. BOTS! You know that room in the sewers with all of those notes and glowing bot heads? Have you all looked at those notes and see what they said? The code roughly translates “Why am I”, “hide”, roughly in some cases “Why me”. If memory recalls correctly, I believe some of them even say “I am alive” or “We are alive”. Which heavily implies they’re sentient, but these are obviously not possessed animatronics. There’s far too many. Not to mention they wouldn’t write in binary if they were child victims possessing them. Like the Glamrocks, they were vandalized and corrupted, forced to do Vanny’s bidding and are trapped in their shell, worse yet they can’t really speak either. The phrase “I am alive” is also used in a lot of Media when referencing sentience in robots, as it’s a thing frequently disregarded by many humans (for good reasons but sometimes bad). If this is the case for the S.T.A.F.F. bots, I have NO DOUBT that the Glamrocks are Sentient AIs.

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf freddy #glamrock freddy #glamrock animatronics #security breach #theories #ramblings #afton #Vanny #fazbear entertainment #steel wool studios #glamrock bonnie #s.t.a.f.f. bots #i think therefore i am #fnaf theory #security breach theory #freddy fazbear

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yanderes-galore · 3 years ago

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Okay, for tomorrow when I write FNAF I could:

- Write Yandere! Funtime Freddy Concept

- Write Yandere! Glamrock Chica Concept

- Write Yandere! Roxanne Wolf Concept

- Write the Yandere! Foxy Concept Continuation

- Write Yandere! Glamrock Freddy vs Yandere! Daycare Attendent

- Continue 'Birthday Treasure'

- or try to write another route for Security Alert (Chica, Roxy, or Vanessa-)?

(This isn't everything I just picked some stuff out, lol 😅 I haven't decided what to write yet.... You guys make me so happy with these FNAF requests but don't worry, I assure you, I am writing at my own pace.)

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scarletred79 · 3 years ago

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Anti-Social Artist (Glamrock Freddy x Fem Reader) Chapter 4: Restless Sleepover Pt. 1

For the tremendous amount of time I spent at the Pizza Plex, I always wanted to meet the beloved Sun and Moon. It wasn't that I was obsessed with them, to say the least. Their upgrade from permanent smiles to numerous expressions made them more attractive due to their personalities. After Aaron told me the news about their faceplates and mechanics being changed, it gave me joy. It didn't happen that long ago, and it was just recently, and the change was so worth the wait.

Since I wandered the building alone, exploring, speaking to the two-wheeled bots to make sure they were okay, I would come across the Daycare once or twice after doing my usual route. It upset me to see them struggling behind that permanent grin every day. Yet, I noticed they looked out for each other whenever the little rascals did their own thing. Shoulder pats, holding hands, hugs of endearment, and my favorite gesture of theirs was resting their foreheads against each other, almost like they were reminding themselves that they were there, connected, inseparable, together.

Their relationship was so soft and full of adoration, making me sometimes tear up at the sight. And the reason why I kept checking up on Sun and Moon was that they barely got enough credit for their hard work. They put up with some parents who treated them like objects or emotionless machines, constant bickering of some naughty children, and harassment from now-fired technicians. Luckily they had the right to ban them from the Daycare.

In my head, a part of me wanted to reach out and give them the comfort they deserved, but the other felt terrified to invade and ruin everything. I knew that I was kind and patient, but the reality was that not everyone could like you was the problem that kept filling my anxiety. But, what mattered to me was that as long as everyone was okay, I would be happy.

So, to thank them for their hard work, I customized a pair of the Daycare attendants' plushies. Sewing a long-sleeve denim blue button-up shirt decorated with crescent moons and suns of different styles. Underneath, there was a black turtleneck, replacing Sun's poofy pants with brown pants adorned with a caramel brown belt.

As for Moon, I did the same, except his shirt was black and unbuttoned.

I left their jester shoes but changed their color to gold for Sun and silver for Moon.

And now they resided in my go-bag and some of my belongings for the sleepover. They were enveloped in tissue paper inside a cardboard box, covered in the space-themed present wrapping. Although unnecessary, I used most of my break time hours to customize the plushies, and I wanted them to be safe without being damaged. It was all about indirect communication for the Daycare attendants to know that I made their gifts willingly.

I couldn't help contain my excitement and jazz my hands repeatedly to stimulate myself. Thank goodness Freddy was outside my door to not witness my fangirling overload. My little friend, the tiny music man, did a little spin on the ground to mimic my hand movements. I always appreciated his support immensely. "It's happening! I'm finally going to meet them, buddy!"

.- -. -.. / .- .-.. .-.. / .. - / - --- --- -.- / .-- .- ... / -.-- --- ..- / - --- / --. . - / ... .. -.-. -.-

(And all it took was you to get sick)

"I mean, yeah, you're not wrong. Not the best way to go, but at least it's happening, right? I'm living the moment, my time to shine, or whatever way I should put it. My anxiety won't stop me from running away again, not today. I'm progressing to socialize with others, right?"

(Slow and steady wins the race!)

I kneeled down and picked the little animatronic for him to attach himself to my back. "As patient as a turtle and not as cocky as the rabbit."

I grabbed my go-bag and left my studio to join Freddy on our way to the Daycare.

It was a quiet walk. The bright lights were dimmed enough, so it wasn't so intense while some shops or others were shut.

The silence was comforting, ignoring the 80s soundtrack on repeat. Security and cleaning bots were doing their own thing, their big eyes staring emotionless. I couldn't help but gently head-pat them. I wasn't sure why, but it felt necessary to give them comfort. Despite them not being as sentient as the Glamrocks. They did display some sort of emotion within their code. It wasn't visible to the naked eye, but I could feel it somehow.

"I'm surprised you happen to be the only human who treats the other robots kindly," Freddy commented.

As we walked, I looked at him with what I imagined I was expressing my confused look and not my usual resting bitch face, "What do you mean by that?"

"Well, on a day-to-day basis, I barely see anyone treat them like people, or like us really. But, you, you treat them as equals. Like the rest of us. Why?"

'Oh boy, how do I put this without bringing up personal inquiries'

I tapped my fingers together, playing a specific beat to a song in my mind. I let my feet lead themselves as I turned to look at the ceiling, following the pattern to help me focus. "Because I see myself in them. They're here every day, doing what they're programmed to do. And people take one good look at them and think they're nothing but tin cans with wires and codes." Tiny music man beeped a happy tune while resting its chin on my head affectionately.

I smiled, "People judge on appearances and actions. Rely on what they see, but not on what cannot be seen. These robots are more than what you see on the outside, and I can understand that from their view. They deserve better than the treatment they get."

I waited for his response, but all I heard was silence. I looked down to my side, and Freddy was no longer next to me. He was just a few steps back, staring at me, eyes agape, glowing automatically to illuminate the path.

I halted my tracks, "Freddy? Are you alright? You look shellshocked." My voice lazed with concern, seemed to have snapped him out of his trance.

"O-oh! Forgive me. I was just... amazed at how sincere your words were. I've never met someone as kind as you besides Mr. Beckett. It's... " he took a second to what looked like catching his breath, "it's admiring."

My nervous laughter and avoiding gaze made me do a little jazz hands movement to settle down. It was one of the sweetest things someone had ever told me for as long as I could remember. "It is? That's, um... good! Yeah, that's good, I guess? Thank you, that's so lovely of you to say."

He took a step forward and reached out to me but didn't touch me, not knowing what was happening. "Are you alright, (y/n)? You're shaking."

I kept my gaze low while moving my hands faster, slightly overwhelmed by the boost of serotonin. "I'm fine! It's just that it's been a while since someone other than Aaron has said something this nice to me. I'm just, um... I'm lemon yellow!"

'This is already embarrassing enough. I need to keep moving. I'm not used to this. This is too much!'

I turned back around and squealed when I noticed that the giant doors to the Daycare were just a few feet away from me. "Oh my gosh, it's right there!" I squealed louder before jogging the rest towards it, like a child about to meet their idol on a school trip.

My excitement couldn't settle, so I gently knocked while spinning slowly in circles. It was finally happening! After so long of watching and admiring from afar but not in a stalker-type manner, my heart couldn't hold the pure joy and contentment. It made me forget about my aching head and limbs, like the aftermath of drinking a good cup of cappuccino.

A few minutes went by before a cheery tone replied from the other side.

"Who is it??"

Freddy didn't question me, thankfully. Instead, he approached next to me and replied, "Hey Sundrop, I brought someone for you to meet!"

He then stepped back behind me, eyeing my reaction as I listened to the jingles of bells approaching. Almost like having eyes on the back of my head, I almost shivered, knowing he was staring me down like before, but the atmosphere wasn't as tense. Ironic how my spider buddy was attached to me and was probably looking behind us like a feature to keep my anxiety low.

I had a habit of always looking at what felt like something was watching me, yet whatever it was didn't feel familiar. My gut kept telling me it was shady, or worse... harmful.

Of course, it could've been anything but that. Although my intuition never let me down before, so it wasn't something I could let go of that quickly. It did drive me insane on my bad days, the type of days where it felt like I wouldn't hesitate to beat someone if they said something to tick me off.

As a warning to my surroundings, I would hum a tune with some lyrics to let people know I was wary of things.

"Ho, ho, ho! A new friend??"

Music Man beeped a happy tune in response to his joyous mood, causing the bubbly animatronic to gasp dramatically behind the closed doors. "Two new friends?? I'll be there in just a sparkle!!"

The amount of what seemed to be pushing and stacking back and forth couldn't cover his murmurs of what I could make out to be him saying, 'Clean-up, clean-up, clean-up! Oh, so so messy! We have guests!'

My heart began to melt at the thought of him stressing over messes. I felt terrible for him trying to keep the place spotless, but it was such an adorable sight in my mind.

"Moonie! Can you go greet our new friends, please? I won't be long, promise!"

Moondrop's response felt distant like I was listening from the other end of a tunnel. All I could make out was, 'mean staff.' Probably the end of a sentence I couldn't decipher.

Out of instinct, I went to scratch my head, but it was my friend's little metallic hat. I could feel his little whirrs coming from his voice box, like a purring kitten.

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(Such gentle hands!)

He turned his head to get more of those mild scratches on one side of his face, whirring a little louder. The vibrations sending through my skull made me feel ticklish, and I laughed.

One of the doors slowly opened as it let out a little squeak. Freddy's eyes lit the clear clawed hands grasping the wood. The tall dark-themed jester animatronic grinning, red glowing eyes peeked at my fragile state. "My, my, who do we have here?" Moondrops grumbling voice left me starstruck.

He bent down to my level and tilted his head, eyeing me up and down. I could feel the whirring from his form, sounding like a muted scanner. It reminded me of the sounds the regular robots around the plex did whenever I first came across them. The sounds of a scanner related to a security protocol to make sure the person's details were already in the system.

"(Y/f/n y/l/n), Illustrator, sculptor, graphic designer, and textile artist." He mumbled in a thinking tone.

'Wait, I thought Illustration was the only thing added to my background.'

"So, you're the one who made the lovely merchandise of both Sun and I. It is a pleasure to finally meet you, and we've heard great things about you from what Beckett told us." Tiny floating star LEDs floated in his eyes as he spoke. Talk about starstruck.

I clapped my hands gently behind me and swayed side to side like an excited toddler, "Pleasure's all mine! It's an honor to finally meet you, Moondrop. I'm a huge fan!"

"Oh-ho-ho, I like you already. Such kind, shiny starlight." He lowered his volume and closed his eyes halfway. Little clicks could be heard within his voice box.

I recognized the clicking effect from past experiences with Tiny Music Man, but these sounded more paced and lower-pitched. I couldn't understand the emotion behind the noise, but I replied with high-pitched clicks. In other words, I made happy noises within animatronic norms.

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(Feeling better already, huh?)

"I'm only being nice..." I mumbled, embarrassed.

"Proficient, clever, and captivating. Looks like Beckett was right of thinking highly of you after all." Moon interrupted before looking up at Freddy, who looked like he was about to say something.

"I apologize to intrude on the introductions, but we're here because (y/n) hasn't been taking proper care of herself and needs time to rest. This is why she's staying with both you and Sun. For the next two weeks, if you two are alright with that?"

"You do look ill starlight. What are (y/n)'s symptoms? Excluding the head bruise, might I add."

"14 days of malnourishment."

"TWO WEEKS?!" The voice of the light-themed animatronic pierced through the Daycare immediately after the end of the bear's sentence.

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lihikainanea · 4 years ago

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I have more doggo questions please, if any of you can indulge me.

I’ve done a lot of research on breeds lately and just kind of...I just looked at options, all around, to make sure that if I get a doggo he is the happiest and healthiest as can be.

Now to give it some context, I had dogs growing up but we were also very old school about them. My mom stayed home so the doggo always had company, and also, she would just like...refuse to ever leave the dogs alone, even if we just wanted to go out for dinner. It kind of gave me the weird idea that dogs could never be left alone or they’d destroy your entire house.

A lot of the breeds I genuinely love have a lot of separation anxiety or are high energy. At the end of the day I think it’s gonna be an Aussie shepherd--I am just SO obsessed. I want to go the adoption route but don’t entirely know if I’ll be able to.

Now, my questions are as follows: do you leave your doggo home alone for reasonable amounts of time? I plan on investing a lot of time and effort into the doggo--I am the weirdo who watches dog training videos online when I don’t even have a dog because I find it all so interesting--so I would definitely be attending obedience school with the pupper, and if I get a dog prone to separation anxiety I would get a trainer to help me with that too so that my mutt is as happy and secure as he can possibly be.

My second question is, how do we feel about doggie day care? I am not returning to an in-office environment 5 days a week for at least another year--but once I do, the breeds I’m interested in all really say it’s kinda just cruel to leave them on their own that long, because they need companionship. The idea would be to bring doggo to the daycare 5 days a week while I work, so he can socialize and play and run to his heart’s content, and then spend time with me in the evening.

Is that...reasonable? Especially all of you who have really needy breeds. I suppose my one worry would be the evenings when karate starts back up--I’d pick doggo up from daycare after work, drop him off at home, and he’d be alone for 2-3 hours. Is that....unfair? Is that cruel? I ask from a very genuine perspective, because I honestly don’t know and if it’s at ANY level unfair to the dog, then I won’t get one.

Also, how do we feel about crate training? The reviews are so mixed--some call it cruel, others call it a relief and sense of security for your doggie friend.

All of your thoughts and insight, please.

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abilityscoolnj · 3 years ago

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How To Prepare Your Kid For The First Day Of Elementary School?

A little planning ahead of time may help the first week go much more smoothly. These suggestions will assist you, and your child is getting off to a fantastic start!

On the other hand, early education programs are not a cost but rather an investment in your child's well-being. Furthermore, there are a number of high-quality, low-cost daycare options that may be a suitable fit for your family. Continue reading to learn everything there is to know about the importance of Englewood elementary school and getting your kid ready for their first day of school.

Make a habit of going to school:

Do a trial run to familiarize your youngster with the routes and procedure. Make a point of pointing out fascinating things or places that your youngster is familiar with. Take note of any swings, slides, or even other fun items you think your youngster would enjoy, and try them out with one another.

Give an outline of the first day:

Please remember that a kid entering elementary school for the first time or attending a new school may find it difficult to imagine what it would be like if they had not previously attended school. Discussing the day's entire sequence will assist your youngster in developing a creative picture of what to expect. Children create mental images, and going over the process are described will help them feel more at ease during the first day of school.

Pose engaging questions to your kid:

Detailed inquiries can assist your kid in the picture of what school would be like and will allow you to discuss the good and bad aspects of school. For example, "What else do you think the most difficult aspect of school will be?" you might wonder.

"Is there something about beginning school that makes you nervous?"

"Can you tell me what you're specifically looking forward to?"

Begin to go to bed early:

Change bedtime according to a school timetable within one-two weeks before school starts. Then, begin gradually, waking your child 10 to 15 minutes each day putting them to bed 15 minutes prior each night until they have gotten back on schedule.

Get to know classmates in class:

If your kid is starting a new elementary school, check about if there'll be a group meeting prior to the first day; seeing fresh faces in a new school can be comforting. Also, arrange several fun activities with children your kid might not see over through the summertime, even though your kid already has buddies at class.

Know about the rules on drop-offs:

Find out the protocol for parents who bring their kids into the classroom and how late you are allowed to remain. If you think your kid may need additional time to acclimatize, communicate to the teacher as soon as possible before classes start.

Allow kids to choose what they can manage:

Simple options may assist in soothing tensions and pique children's interests. Allow your youngster to pick the color of a new bag or lunch, for instance. If you're shopping for necessary items, let your kid choose the things and cross them off your list. Allow your youngster to pick apparel during the first day of elementary just before classes begin — but retain veto power!

Ability School New Jersey is among the most reasonable options if you're seeking the top elementary schools in New Jersey for your children, including instruction and other activities. Your children may be able to study new topics in a contemporary manner. Furthermore, friendly and trustworthy instructors are available to give an excellent education to the children while also assisting them in remaining positive and secure.

#Englewood elementary school #elementary schools in new jersey

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executive-geneticist · 5 years ago

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// Closed starter for @aureatecore //

-The first time Archer saw the dark-haired boy leaving the Daycare Center, he’d thought nothing of it. Clearly he was just a customer using the facility the way plenty of others had and nothing more. The fact that the pretty brunette behind the counter had been beaming and flushed when he arrived meant nothing to him-- she was usually flustered by his presence and he was far more interested in that than whatever had gone on before he’d arrived.

-By the third or fourth time, however, Archer began to wonder who this boy was. If he was a regular, he might be in store for an unpleasant surprise when Rocket eventually flooded the place with work and drove off customers. Archer would need to limit his exposure to the boy in that event, lest he somehow be implicated as being part of that dastardly organization. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact times when the boy might show up at the Daycare, though, which made avoiding him difficult.

-The first time he actually ran into the boy was when he was on his way to pick up an order from the attendant. When he’d arrived at the Daycare, the pair of them were inside, laughing about something he hadn’t caught. They’d carried on without acknowledging him at first, but once he’d made eye-contact with the girl, she’d quickly responded to his presence and went back to palling around with the other as soon as their business was concluded. Clearly this meant the other male was close with the Daycare attendant and that in and of itself warranted looking into.

-So Archer made it a priority to get to know this stranger as best he could. That had meant tailing him to get a drop on his name first and foremost, then looking into his records as best he could. As it turned out, Gold-- as it turned out the boy’s name was-- was a fifteen year old trainer from New Bark Town, taking on the Johto circuit gym challenge. That made him as forgettable as any other trainer Archer passed on the streets day by day, but the fact that he was close to Lyra meant he had more of the Executive’s attention than those annoyances.

-To try and figure out the sort of people that girl surrounded herself with, Arhcer decided it was time to meet this Gold and see what he was like. So he assigned a grunt to dress in street clothes and keep an eye on the Daycare for any signs of the boy in question. When word came down the wire that Gold had arrived there, Archer immediately put a pin in the work he was doing and set out to the route south of Goldenrod to ‘stumble into’ the dark-haired boy. Just as the teen was stepping outside, Archer turned the corner and knocked his arm into the other, a hand covering his mouth as he turned.-

Oh! Forgive me, friend. I didn’t see you there.

#Closed Starter #aureatecore #Please don't feel obligated to match this.#I just got a little carried away is all.

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nationaldoorstep · 5 years ago

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How to Attract Families to Your Rental Properties | Resident First Focus

The thought of renting to a family with young children spooks some property managers - IRO or Multifamily. Crayola artwork on the freshly painted walls. Juice spilled on the carpets. Although it is illegal to discriminate against them, property managers have been known to find creative ways to give preference to other prospective tenants who don’t have children.

However, there’s a good reason to want families as residents. For instance, parents with children are often farther along in their careers than younger, single tenants, so they’re probably collecting a steady paycheck (and higher earnings). Families also tend to stay put. Moving year after year is burdensome for anyone, but it’s particularly challenging for families with children. Families like to keep their children rooted in one place, especially if their children attend local schools.

Moreover, quite frankly, some rentals are better suited for families with children. Many real estate investors picked up single-family homes during the foreclosure crisis and have held onto them as rentals. Single-family homes – particularly those with several bedrooms, bathrooms, and backyard space – are ideal for families with young children.

So, all of this said, if you want to attract families to your rentals, how should you go about it? Appealing to families with children requires a unique approach.

Highlight neighborhood amenities

The quality of local schools is usually one of the first things parents take into consideration when deciding where to live. If your rental property or community is in a particularly good school district, say so! Also, show where your apartment is in proximity to local schools. It might be useful to print out a map that shows the school bus route or the path children might take to walk to school.

It’s also helpful to provide information about other neighborhood amenities that might be appealing to families: parks, playgrounds, a community pool, recreation center, local library, etcetera. Point out features like extra-wide sidewalks or jogging/bike trails. This will help parents envision all of the activities they can do outside with their children if they move into your rental unit. It can’t hurt to show prospective residents where the closest grocery store, daycare center, and hospital are, either.

Showcase your property’s kid-friendly features

When property managers think about the features that appeal to families, their minds tend to jump to multiple bedrooms, bathrooms, and big back yards. However, many other features can be appealing to families. For instance, a unit with extra sturdy door stoppers will prevent holes in the walls, and walls painted with a satin finish are better able to withstand high traffic. These features might not seem like much at the outset, but they can go a long way toward protecting a family’s security deposit (and your unit!).

Property managers with rental units in larger complexes might also point out kid-friendly features like a clubhouse, game room, movie theater, swimming pool, or playground. (This is also a great time to point out how the maintenance for all of these spaces will be taken care of by the management company – freeing up parents to spend time with their children instead of worrying about mowing the lawn!).

Make small investments to become more kid-friendly.

If your home isn’t particularly kid-friendly as of now, you can make some relatively modest changes to better appeal to families. For example, you can’t change the number of rooms in your rental unit, but maybe you can add a closet to a den or study to transform it into a bedroom. You might also maximize storage by adding closet organizers, built-in bookcases, or a shed in the backyard. If you have a back yard, consider fencing it in (mainly if the home is on a busy street) and adding a heavy-duty swing set. Moreover, of course, you can’t overlook the importance of a laundry area. Families tend to do much laundry! At a minimum, you should offer washer and dryer hookups. Ideally, you’ll be able to provide an in-unit washer and dryer in their own dedicated space.

Be open to furry friends

Welcoming children and their pets into your home seems like a double-whammy. However, if you’re trying to attract families to your rental properties, it’s certainly something worth considering. Owning a pet is a rite of passage for many children; owners who are open to families with small pets will be more appealing to families. They might not have a pet now, but the option to have a pet down the road is beneficial – especially for families that hope to stay for several years.

Pay close attention to safety and security

Renters with children want to know that the home is safe for their children. Safety takes many forms. At a minimum, this includes a house that has proper fire and carbon monoxide detectors, deadbolt locks, and outdoor spaces that are well secured. The latter might consist of an outdoor fence around the backyard, patios or balconies that have well-secured railings, and a swimming pool with a childproof gate. These features will give parents peace of mind while their children play outside. Of course, there’s more to safety and security. For instance, you’ll want to point out that your rental

property is located in a low-crime area (assuming that’s the case). You can also emphasize the local neighborhood watch program or community safety events if those exist. Often overlooked is the benefit of off-street parking. This is an amenity (convenience) for parents, but it also promotes safety. On-street parking requires children to get out of the car in an area where cars may be passing by quickly – posing a hazard for children who are not aware of their surroundings. It’s easy for an accident to occur, mainly if your tenants are parking in a highly-trafficked area.

Market appropriately

If your rental property and the surrounding area seems like it would be well-suited for families, it’s time to get the word out! Marketing to families is different from marketing to young professionals or couples. Families don’t have as much time to tour homes or units, so start by creating robust marketing materials that include pictures of every room and an accurate description of all the family-friendly amenities you’ve just identified. Post online like you would with your other listings. Then take it a step further: distribute copies of your listing around town at places families tend to visit –the local library, bookstores or the community center. If the local schools have a bulletin board, see about posting a copy there, as well.

If you are a landlord or property manager responsible for multiple listings, you may want to invest in some spreadsheet or database that allows you to track amenities easily. When you’re managing several units, it can be hard to remember the highlights of each property – mainly if you’re overseeing the rental of multiple single-family homes since they can vary so drastically.

However, you ultimately decide to go about attracting tenants, remember this one thing: discriminating against households with children is 100% illegal. Make sure you understand all local, state, and federal laws as you advertise, screen, and select tenants for your rental properties.

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amamablog · 6 years ago

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17 weeks

I'm still not feeling an attachment to baby bean, but there's plenty of time. Hubby is getting excited- he watches a video of a tadpole forming from a single cell and then he realized that's what been happening to me and he was happy to do some window shopping for baby things this weekend and we did a registry and he has said goodnight to baby a couple of times and just overall I'm feeling much much better about everything because he's getting to a point where he isn't like oh fuck what are we doing and it's more like yeah we can do this. We gonna be ok. We found prenatal classes that are free at the hospital I'm delivering at and we have made plans to attend, and we also intend to kick it into high gear for getting the baby's room finished next month.

I'm still sick sick sick. The newest thing other than puking and nausea is the sore throat and IM NOT SLEEPING TWENTY HOURS A DAY ANYMORE and man I miss that. I have my third (or fourth?) Prenatal appointment in two days and our ultrasound is on April ninth. We plan to find out whether it's a boy or girl (for naming purposes, we apparently are very far apart on names and if we can narrow it down to a couple that will make it easier) neither of us care what it is as long as it's healthy. He refers to it as a boy though and I definitely think of a girl in my head. Even in my dreams we have a daughter named Charlotte but we call her Charlie.

My memory is shot to shit already so that's a thing. My blood pressure is still high ish. I'm eating crazy amounts of fruits and veggies and staying away from chocolate and junk because it makes me so sick feeling (which to be fair was happening before I got pregnant I think I'm just getting older and my tastes were changing)

My coworkers are irritating. Half of them can't clean up after themselves and before myself and another girl would just clean up because we need the space to work safely but now we call them out except I am getting the response of oh she's pregnant, she's moody. No bitch I'm pissed you left chocolate cake smeared on the floor in the office don't be a dumb shit if you wouldn't leave that mess at home do not leave it at work. Also they're judging my eating and I've asked them to stop because I struggled with disordered eating in the past and it doesn't take much to set me on a six hundred calorie a day diet but most of them won't listen. Only three and a half months till I leave anyways.

My boss and parents and one coworker and my close friends have been incredibly supportive. My husband is getting so much better than he was four months ago (when I told him I was pregnant and he was a cold fish and clearly unhappy even though we made this decision together. He's not a bad person I think he was just shocked or something it still really really hurt)

And I am fairly happy and ok. Been planning out how to make the post partum period easier on myself. I wish my husband's mother was happy for us but she's not and hasn't spoken to me since he told her (without me) that we are pregnant. It's fine. Grandparents who don't want to be involved don't have to be, but I don't think it's unfair to tell then that they can't flit in and out of the child's life. That's incredibly hurtful to the child. Haven't discussed with husband yet because the three times I have asked and said that I don't feel like his mom is happy he has sidestepped the question.

My parents are ecstatic. They've even offered to babysit for us so we can attend a Victorian Christmas weekend in another province. This is a yearly event I have want d to attend for five years but I always have to work that weekend and I'll be on maternity leave for it this year and part of keeping myself mentally healthy and keeping our husband and wife relationship in a great place is having adult time. The baby will be four months old and the main advice from every single one of my mom pals has been that it's ok and necessary to leave baby for a night or two. So as of right now that's the plan.

We started talking childcare as well, the daycares around here don't have many infant (3 months to 18 months) options and I'm only taking one year off work. Baby will be one year old and thanks to my history as a daycare teacher I'm familiar with many of the places around us. I've found one perfect option that close to my work and on my husband's route to work, that offers part time infant care which is what we will neee. (I have a great work schedule. I work 7/14 days and after vacation and sick time - I work in healthcare it is unavoidable- I work about 4.5 months out of the year)

My schedule is a two week rotation. I work M T off W TH work F S SUN. Then off M T work W TH off F S SUN. Assuming our perfect choice can accommodate those days and we aren't waitlisted past September 2020 we are golden. I do have four back up options that are not close to my work and only hubs but we talked and he is ok with being the only one who can pick up in case of illness or emergency.

It's 3:30 AM and I have been awake since two and I have to work at seven. I feel like shit. My throat hurts. I'm gonna try to sleep for an hour.

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daytonrealpropertymanagemen-blog · 6 years ago

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The Most Epic Moving Checklist in the History of Moving

1. Create a “moving” file or folder on Google Drive to store quotes, receipts, and records related to your move. For example, how much is Dan the mover quoting you? Was that price for 10 or 15 boxes? You’re not going to be able to remember all of the details. So throw them in a document for easy reference.

2. Schedule in-home estimates with an Updater Certified Moving Company. Make sure you hire someone you feel you can trust by clicking the button below.

FIND A MOVING COMPANY

3. Create a realistic budget for moving expenses. We know you want to hire professional movers, but that new sectional and that wine fridge, but priorities, right?

4. Read over documents from your movers before signing anything. Don’t let contracts intimidate you by learning about the documents you’ll be receiving ahead of time. We can’t emphasize enough how important this is, there’s a reason it’s #4 on our list.

5. Request time off work for moving day. If you can, plan to take off and move on a Friday. That gives you the rest of the weekend to get yourself organized. Nice tip, right?

6. Choose a school for your kids. Need a little help in the research department? Great Schools can help you choose the best school in your area.

7. Along the same vein, request transcripts for your kids from their old school for their new school. Regardless of how far you are moving, the new school your child attends will need these. Arrive prepared so your kid(s) don’t get left behind.

8. Plan a garage sale. Then, donate anything left that you couldn’t sell.

9. Plan how to move fragile or unusual items, such as guns, pianos, fine art, pool tables or safes. The list goes on and on. The movers you hire may not be qualified to move some larger (or more expensive) items, so you may need to hire a specialty mover to do the job. Make sure you’re aware of exactly what the movers you hired will and will not move.

10. Confirm that your moving company is licensed and insured by verifying their Department of Transportation number (also referred to as a DOT number).

6 weeks before you move:

When you’re six weeks out from a move, it’s important to make sure you’re getting all your ducks in a row. If you’re moving out of town, you’ll need to do things like spend time with family and friends. Then of course, you need to begin to organize your belonging (and life in general). There are dozens of tasks that must be addressed in this time, so keep reading our epic moving checklist to discover all you need to do. Don’t worry, six weeks is plenty of time to get it all done.

11. Make time for friends and relatives before moving day. Squeeze in a few last memories is your current home by throwing a simple dinner party. It doesn’t have to be elaborate to do the trick.

12. Collect free boxes from restaurants liquor, grocery, and office supply stores. You can also pay a visit to your local bookstore. They have more boxes than they know what to do with and will be more than happy to hand them over for free.

13. Research packing hacks to make moving day easier.

14. Label your moving boxes using different colored stickers/tape for each room. This will make your life a ton easier when you’re all moved in and ready to start unpacking.

15. Create an inventory sheet of all your valuables before they go on the moving truck. Also, keep a private list of which boxes you packed your valuables in.

16. Mark moving boxes that are fragile. You don’t want textbooks stacked on top of your grandmother’s china.

17. Take photos of all electronics before unplugging them. This will help jog your memory when you’re reconnecting things such as your TV and stereo.

18. Put all your hardware in labeled baggies for easy furniture reassembly.

19. Gather socks, t-shirts, towels, and linens to use as free packing supplies. Wrapping water glasses in dish towels? Why didn’t we think of that!

20. If you’re moving into an apartment, find out if there are any moving day requirements.

21. Address minor home repairs before moving out. If you live in an apartment, this might be the difference between getting your security deposit back, or not.

22. If you’re moving cross country, have your vehicles serviced. The last thing you want is to deal with a breakdown mid-move!

23. If your move requires shipping your car, don’t leave anything in it! Spare tires and jacks might go missing.

24. Measure doorways, stairways, and elevators to make sure all your furniture will fit. Measure twice – move once!

25. Research your new community for points of interest. Find your new favorite hangout spot or restaurant! Yelp and Foursquare are great places to start.

26. Last but not least for this section, pack a little every day. You don’t want to find yourself packing all of your belongings the night before.

4 weeks before you move:

Four weeks out – you’ve officially hit the one-month mark! Now’s the time to start gathering important documents that you’ll need to bring with you to your new place. You should also start doing things like selling and donating items. It will be a lot easier to complete items on your moving checklist when you’re not bogged down in possession that you neither want nor need.

27. Purchase moving insurance to cover all your belongings during the move.

28. Confirm parking options for your moving truck – you may need a permit for moving day.

29. Use or donate items that you can’t pack or sell, such as frozen foods, bleach, and aerosol cans.

30. Gather all financial and legal records in one place.

31. Gather birth certificates and passports for everyone in your home. Then, carry important documents on your person during your move.

32. Find a landscaper and snow removal service in your new neighborhood.

33. Return your library books.

34. Return movie and video game rentals.

35. Pick up clothes from the dry cleaner.

36. Compile medical, dental, and optical records for everyone in your home.

37. If you’re moving out of town, find a new doctor, dentist, and vet in your new neighborhood.

38. Update your voter registration!

39. If you’re moving long distance, plan your route and book hotels.

40. Shop around for cable, internet, and phone bundles. Then, schedule installation and/or cancel your old services.

41. Make sure your pets have ID tags for their collars.

42. Request copies of vet records and get any necessary pet medication.

43. If you’re moving out of the country, make sure your pets have all necessary vaccinations.

44. Make a moving day playlist to enjoy while moving and unpacking.

2 weeks before you move:

The big day is almost here! You’re two weeks away from moving and it’s time to update your accounts and records for your new place and address. You also want to take these two weeks before your move to plan ahead packing, meals, medication, pets, and children. Moving day is a BUSY one. Make sure to have everything on your moving list checked off for this two-week point. Trust us, you’ll be glad you did!

45. Create a moving file to organize your moving-related receipts and bills. You’ll want to keep a list of moving-related expenses to claim as a deduction at tax time.

46. Recycle or dispose of corrosives, flammables, and poisonous items. Make sure you’re disposing of toxic items properly.

47. Prep two-weeks worth of meals and use everything in the freezer. Check out some great meal prep ideas!

48. Return borrowed items from friends and family.

49. Back up your computer. If something goes awry during your move, you’ll be thankful you have everything saved in an alternate place.

50. Set up trash removal and recycling for your new home, and cancel your current service.

51. Remove light bulbs from all lamps you plan to move.

52. Moving far? Clean out your safe deposit box and any lockers you might have at a gym or community center.

53. Fill your prescriptions.

54. Prepare a list of emergency service technicians and preferred providers. You don’t want to be googling plumbers while your toilet is overflowing in your new home.

55. To keep little ones safe during a move, line up a babysitter or make arrangements for a play date.

56. Find somewhere safe for pets to go during your move. Look into doggy daycare or ask a friend to watch them for a day – who wouldn’t love to dog sit Fido, Fluffy or Muffin?

57. Use Google Maps to find your way to work by car or public transportation.

58. Send out moving announcement. There are plenty of creative ways to share your new address.

59. Change your address with loan providers, credit cards, banks, and the payroll department at work. Also, remember to order new checks.

60. Forward your mail.

61. Change address for Social Security benefits within 10 days of moving. Make sure to notify government offices, including the Social Security Administration, Department of Veterans Affairs, and the IRS.

62. Transfer your homeowners or renters insurance to your new home. Here’s what happens to your homeowners insurance policy when you move.

63. Cancel or transfer your membership at the gym, yoga studio, Crossfit facility, etc.

64. Update your address for newspaper and magazine subscriptions.

65. Transfer your utilities including water, electric, and natural gas.

66. Update your driver’s license.

67. Update your address with Amazon and any monthly subscriptions boxes you receive.

68. Change your address for your auto insurance and car registration.

69. Clean outdoor furniture before it's moved.

70. Transfer your prescriptions to a new pharmacy, if necessary.

The week you move:

The week has come! It’s time to make sure you organize your belongings, finish packing, and clean your old home. Make sure everything’s squared away early. It’ll allow for a stress-free moving day – and who wouldn’t want that?

71. Donate unopened food by asking your moving company if they work with Move For Hunger.

72. Make sure you canceled and/or redirected scheduled deliveries. Remember that pair of shoes that was on backorder? Make sure they get shipped to correct address.

73. Clean your current home for the next resident.

74. Unplug your fridge and freezer to defrost the night before. Make sure you lay a towel in front of it to absorb any water that leaks.

75. Drain water hoses to your washing machine and ice maker.

76. Empty oil and gas from grills, heaters, lawn mowers, and snow blowers.

77. Leave a note or small gift for new residents.

78. Make sure nothing is hiding on shelves or in closet corners.

79. Before conducting a final walk through with your landlord, fill nail holes with a bar of soap. Check out some DIY tips here.

80. Watch the weather channel and prepare for rain or snow.

81. Pack an essentials box with everything you’ll need for your first 24 hours in your new home.

82. Make a worst-case scenario plan in case your movers run late.

83. Take photographs of your empty place to prove it’s in move-out condition.

84. Withdraw cash to tip your movers.

85. Clean your new place. A lot of times, the previous homeowners are only required to sweep their house or apartment. Don’t you want your new place to be in tip-top shape and sparkling from head to toe?

Moving day:

Moving day is here! All your moving prep has led you to this very moment. You’ve checked off almost 100 items on this moving checklist to get you to this point. On the day of your move, make sure you get an early start. Start the day off right and get moving. The earlier you move in, the more time you will have to start unpacking and settling into your new home.

86. Rise and shine! Set an alarm and get up early on moving day.

87. Protect your floors and carpets during the move.

88. They’ve worked hard for you all day, so tip your movers.

89. As soon as your movers leave, make your bed and unpack your shower curtain and toiletries. This makes a nap and a shower so much easier. And let’s face it, it’s the first thing you’ll want to do post move.

90. Get to know your neighbors!

91. Go grocery shopping. At this point, you’ve eaten enough take out. Having food in the house will also prevent you from unnecessary spending.

92. Don’t have curtains or shades yet? Cover your windows with sheets for privacy for your first night. This will help you sleep more comfortably, trust us.

93. Thank your real estate agent or broker. They’re the reason why you’ve moved into your beautiful new home. A simple thank you note goes a long way.

One week, post move:

You’re moved in! You’ve checked off almost everything on your moving checklist, but you’re not done yet. Now is the time to start making your new place yours. Unpack, decorate, and have fun personalizing your new home.

94. Leave a detailed review of your experience with your moving company.

95. Post leftover moving boxes or unwanted furniture on Craigslist. Or, give them to someone you know is moving.

96. Clean the carpets in your new home.

97. Sweep your chimney before you use it.

98. Make sure your home’s address is visible from the street.

99. Install a new home security system.

100. Explore your new neighborhood – local shops, supermarkets, libraries, cafés, grocery stores, and restaurants.

101. Send thank you notes to friends and family who helped you move.

Two weeks, post move:

Finally, you’ve made it to the last two checkpoints on this epic moving checklist! Make sure you’ve completely settled in. Now that you’re comfortable, take a night off and call a babysitter!

102. Aim to unpack all your stuff within two weeks of moving in.

103. Last, but not least, make copies of your new keys for the babysitter, nanny, and dog walker.

Phew! We're out of breath. But congrats, you survived!

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