#tw springlock failure

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Springlock Failure Stimboard ~

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Karma’s bidding

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☠️ Springlock Failure Stimboard ☠️

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[lettucefather]

gore warning!

cutesy cartoon bunny goes through a fucking springlock failure!

uncensored version below cut

once again i've been failed by tumblr's desaturation of .pngs, man

[hqbits]

won’t you stay for the party, Mr. Afton?

bonus william

[clinicallyinsanedumpsterrabbit]

The Gore Rabbit

Naturally gore warning, and parasite warning, general nasty rotting goober warning

Someone should call Jack, I think he forgot to take his antipsychotics

Oh and here are some alt versions

I apologise for cursing your eyeballs but I spent 27 hours on this and I don't want that to go to waste, please and thank you.

[jack-is-a-self-decided-skrunkly]

heehee hoohoo afyton go aliven't

[rudylloyd]

fun reminder I have 3 different art styles

I know.

"Rudolph. Thats only two."

Henry was right ig

[umbrarkzoo]

Hes so silly 

[redfoxdude07]

Springtrap's death if it was 19% cooler

(TW blood/ disturbing concepts)

This was rushed as hell, but if this was executed correctly it would go SO FUCKING HARD

[dayshift-loop]

yoooo do the 🐺 with jack

I was stuck for a sec and then I remembered Jacktrap and how that would technically count. But then thought it would be interesting if I went with the version of Jacktrap from the Sealed Off ending of DSAF 2 that is seen once and then never again.

So here you go I can't fucking draw blood to save my life and i! forgot! to! shade! but that's fine. Also I'm just assuming Jack still has blood in his body to bleed so :shrugs:

Thanks for the ask!! (also if anyone else wants to send one go ahead I swear I won't forget to shade the next one)

[paigelts05]

FNAF - Parallel Location Clean-up Mission

https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/FNAF-Parallel-Location-Clean-up-Mission-828260484

Published: Jan 26, 2020

Renegade File Server Location: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23843413

A bit of an insight into who Vincent Taylor is, and what tasks he takes on. Keep in mind that the Renegade AU has multiple locations, and therefore multiple characters that fill the same roles, but in different ways. It just so happens that this AU focuses on the characters from the location in Chicago, and these characters sometimes happen to go to the other locations for various reasons. 🌹 Story 🌹 Warning: this story mentions a dead body in little detail. =°•.🌹•°= "Usually I get paid upon completing a job, so I don't get this one. Payed up front to destroy evidence, go in uniform, and it's from the boss no less." Vincent Taylor thought aloud to himself for a while longer before arriving at Freddy's, but this wasn't the location he worked at. It was a several hour drive away as a matter of fact. The location he worked at was still open, but others had been closing down quite quickly since the end of 1993. He wondered how much longer the location he worked at had left, and seeing as they had made it to 1995 without too much hassle, he gathered they had at least another year to tie up loose ends before having to leave it to chance. Stepping out of his car into the empty car park, Vincent took a deep breath before going to the boot to retrieve the contents of his breifcase. "Katana, some knives, the keys, and a torch. I'll keep these on me. Should be a quick mission." Upon entering the building, he immediately turned towards the safe room. Whilst there wouldn't be much there to dispose of, it made sense to get the safest place out of the way first. As predicted, the wallpaper concealing the door had already been neatly cut to the point at which when the door was closed, it blended back into the wall almost perfectly. After admiring the handwork of whoever was here before him, he took a strange key and slid it into the gap, turned it, and used that as a handle to open the hidden door to reveal the real door to the safe room. Upon removing the key from the plywood structure and using a second key to open the door behind, he stepped into the safe room and was hit with a wall of heat and a rotting stench. "What is that? Did they just keep the bodies in here or something?" After looking around a little bit, he spotted the source of the stench: a rather mangled corpse trapped in a spring lock suit. "Who were you?" Vincent asked the corpse, curiousity getting the better of him as he crouched down before the suit and the dead body inside, staring at it and trying to see anything that would identify the man. As expected, he didn't get a reply, but what he did get was a loud crash outside. "I guess I'm cleaning up what you couldn't, aren't I." Vincent stood back up and walked back towards the door, unsheathing his katana so he'd be ready to fight, even if the creature was right in front of him. Upon exiting the room, he was pleasantly surprised to see that no animatronics were there yet, so he took some time to silently close the door, as well as the panel covering it, for who knows if anyone else was going to arrive here. After turning around, he spotted Freddy walking out one of the bathrooms, and Freddy noticed him. The decrepit brown bear rushed Vincent, and Vincent raised his weapon, striking once the animatronic was in range. It was a short, and very one sided fight. As quick as it started, it ended with Freddy's robotic head rolling across the tiled floor. Vincent stayed still for a few seconds, checking to see if there were any more animatronics lurking in the immediate vicinity. Upon verifying that there were none, he relaxed a little bit and decided that the safest course of action would be to remove the rest of Freddy's limbs before it could adjust to not having a head. "Now I see why I was paid upfront." =°•.🌹•°=

[salamansir]

Touch ups (click for quality, my lighting isn't the best)

Dummy what'd you think was gonna happen???!?!?!??!

[alexthesillybilly]

Im sick so instead of going to sleep im giving springtrap the self care I should probably be giving myself right now. Angst tw. its hurt/comfort but like 98% hurt 2% comfort lmao

After 30 years of rotting in his own agony, Springtrap had grown accustomed to pain. But God, some days it was unbearable.

You were laying beside him, doing what you could to comfort him. His "breathing", if, you could call it that, was shaky and forced, his only movements being sudden involuntary twitches. All you could do was make sure he knew you were there until the pain subsided. From what he'd told you, these attacks were like experiencing the springlock failure all over again, just duller and more of an ache than stabbing pain.

You kept him close, stroking the fur of the suit. Even if it couldn't ease the hurt, it seemed to calm him a little.

"It won't last forever," you reminded him softly. Typically these attacks only lasted an hour or two. Three at most. "Once it's over, we can do whatever you need to help. It's gonna be okay."

He made a strained noise in response and gave a slight nod.

"You can get through this.

......

Springtrap's twitching had stopped and he seemed more stable. He lifted his head slightly, looking at you.

"Are you doing better?" You asked.

He nodded slowly.

"Do you need anything?"

He thought for a moment, then shook his head. He pulled you in a little closer, and rested his head on yours, closing his eyes again.

You guessed it made sense he was tired after that.

You let him fall asleep, and you did the same soon after.

[rudylloyd]

And our final announcement from our very own Suzanne!!

Alt versions below [WARNING: BLOOD]

[wheretheresaway-theresawilliam]

Chapter 22: What Goes Up...

Word Count: 948

TWs: Implied murder, blood mentions, springlock failure

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The missing posters accumulated rapidly.

Lisa Nicole, age 7. The experiment.

Alana Ellwood, age 6 and ½. Chica.

Linus O’Shea, age 6. Foxy.

William “Billy” Eddeck, age 5. Bonnie.

Flora-Jeane Rush, age 8. Freddy.

Flora-Jeane had been a risk. A fighter. But even she succumbed. Still, it reminded William not to get too ambitious. If they were too old, they wouldn’t be as appreciative, nor as blissfully ignorant. It wasn’t long after he had killed little Billy that he started to overhear things he hadn’t expected. It seemed his customers had noticed that there was some new energy in the performances of the animatronics since their “refurbishment.” How wonderful everything seemed, the children happy to stay up so late in the night, the audience happy to watch them perform while being none the wiser. The only thing that bugged him about all of this was the why. Was this a miracle?

Of course, because William was feeling good about himself and his two-faced work, only bad things could be at the bottom of the slope. He should’ve seen the signs in the form of Michael deliberately starting a conversation with him.

“So I’ve been thinking about moving out. Becoming more independent.”

William had been putting on a raincoat and preparing to go to work when he dropped the bomb. “And how are you going to afford it, Michael?”

“Henry said I could move in with him… only reason I haven’t done it yet was because I care about Lizzy’s well-being.”

His gaze narrowed. “And you think I don’t? When did Henry say this?”

“About a month ago.”

“Why would you want to go live with him when you live so cushily here? We might split the income from Freddy’s but there’s a wide berth between Henry’s money and mine.”

“I don’t need to live ‘cushily.’ I don’t even need to eat that much. But I need somebody who understands me.”

“I understand you perfectly well,” William felt steely and rigid, pressure building up inside of him like the boiler keeping his home warm and comfortable. “You are my son. An Afton. For better or for worse, you cannot escape what’s in your blood.”

“Sucks to suck, I guess…”

“Michael Christine--”

“You’re going to be late,” Michael pointed to his watch and William growled.

“Fine. Do what you like. But don’t come bitching to me when Henry has to choose between supporting his biological daughter or a prince choosing to live the life of a leech.” With that, William stormed out into the mist, slamming the door behind him. Michael sniffed hard and went up to his room. He was already half-packed. It wasn’t like William could stop him, anyhow. He’d move in as soon as Henry gave him the word that the guest room was waiting for him.

That day, William had planned a special performance for the SpringBonnie suit to commemorate the time it had taken for him to finish building the first prototype of the character. He couldn’t help, in his irritation, but take a shot at Henry when he had been helping him suit up.

“Thinking about adopting, Henry?”

“Pardon??”

“My son wants to move in with you.”

Henry paused. “We’ve briefly discussed it, yes. He’s a growing boy, practically an adult. He already works his own job. He needs to get out of the nest, stretch his wings.”

“Out of the nest and into another, if that’s what you call independence…”

“Listen, I’m sure you don’t need reminding, but if I were in your position I’d watch my tone when speaking to someone who helps you put on such a hazardous machine.”

William sighed shallowly, feeling the cool metal inches from his body. “Forgive my tongue. You’ll feel the same way when Charlotte wants to move out.”

“She prefers Charlie, and we’ll see. Break a leg.”

“Haha, yes. Break a leg…” The double entendre wasn’t lost on him. William cleared his head, easily finding his way into character before stepping out into the main dining hall. He performed a few classic joke routines with Freddy as a stand-in for FredBear, as well as renditions of Come Fly With Me and Rock Around The Clock. Finally, he ended the performance with a dance routine to 9 to 5. He had planned, as soon as the performance was done, to go straight back to the costumes and repairs room to take the suit off, or at least to reset the springlocks. He hadn’t expected the swaths of children, as well as adults who missed the old restaurant, that greeted him as he stepped off stage. He greeted everyone in character while trying to move quickly toward the costumes and repairs room… he could hear the clicking of the gears becoming incessantly faster, playing in time with the increasing rhythm of his heart.

“Jesus Christ, not this way…!” He hissed to himself within the mask as the metal began to press harshly into his flesh. “Henry! HENRY, EMERGENCY!”

Henry appeared at his side as he felt his skin breaking under the synthetic skeleton. “What’s--”

“The springlocks, Henry!” William choked out as the crowd around them began to murmur in concern.

“Somebody call 911!” Henry shouted before guiding William into the costumes and repairs room. He quickly began getting the suit off of his business partner, watching, horrified, as blood gushed from where the endoskeleton had begun to tear William apart. By the time the suit was off, the paramedics had arrived, rushing William out of the building. He swam in and out of consciousness as his life flashed before his eyes. As he was removed from the premises, all of his creations’ eyes were locked on him.