#vincent heliotrope

[ask-the-fox-guard]

Security Profiles Batch 1

Brief Information about our Security Team

Head of Security and Mascot - Foxy

Mike Schmidt

Vincent Heliotrope and Scott Owen

Notes:

Vincent is not a staff of Freddy's but is free for asks! In lore, he sometimes visits Freddy's to take care of the wellbeing of the children there, giving help they needed.

Felix did used to work at Freddy's before as a nightguard and has a degree

Scott and Vincent knew each other in highschool, as well as the twins' father

Mike Remembered, He Doesn't

[fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction]

Trying to get some practice in by making emojis for my discord, here's a couple of them: the Vincent heart and the Vanny LOL.

My first time drawing Vanny, so I tried to stylize her a bit more to fit the AU. Gonna take me a few more tries to nail the look, I think.

[re-pilot-info]

Vince x Darren is still canon?

Yep! It is still gonna be canon, though they have a falling out pre-NT2 then they get back together after The Boogeyman is long gone.

[slasherhoe87]

What Cologne I think the Slashers Would Wear:

ART THE CLOWN

Fcuk Friction by French Connection

"Fcuk Friction is an attention-getting fragrance for men. Let it tickle your senses with a musky ensemble of fruit, lavender, coconut and geranium notes. This well-balanced fragrance has a spicy finish and is perfect for everyday use. It is an excellent choice for the man who wants a magnetic fragrance that is appropriate to wear to work or a date. Make this warm, fruity and aquatic fragrance your new signature scent"

JASON VOORHEES

Minotaure by Paloma Picasso

"Mysterious and virile, Minotaure for men embodies the symbolism and spirit of a mythological creature. Its bold Oriental composition features tart bergamot citrus in juxtaposition with savory spice notes of coriander and tarragon. Wear this intriguing masculine scent to stamp yourself as a rugged individual possessing an uncompromising free spirit"

MICHAEL MYERS

Obsession Night by Calvin Klein

"Anticipation builds when evening approaches and Obsession Night casts its seductive spell. The alluring oriental elixir blends crisp pear, sweet vanilla and incense-like patchouli with spicy accents of cardamom and nutmeg"

Bonus cologne because Michael is my one true love:

Halloween Man by Jesus Del Pozo

"Wrap yourself in mystery with Halloween Man. Its intriguing contemporary formula for men combines tart mandarin and the crisp note of apple martini with ginger spice and pungent violet leaf. A fine example of aromatic alchemy, the unique masculine fragrance conveys a free-spirited attitude along with dark allure. Dare to show your devil-may-care spirit with Halloween Man"

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

Toy Boy by Moschino

"Liberate yourself and feel wild and free every time you walk out the door wearing Moschino Toy Boy, a playful men's fragrance. This tempting cologne blends spicy, floral, fruity and woody accords for a well-rounded, exhilarating scent that's sure to leave you feeling confident as you glide through the night in style. Top notes of Indonesian nutmeg, elemi resin, green pear, pink pepper and Italian bergamot immediately set the tone with their bold, bright intensity, only to be smoothly calmed by middle notes of flax flower, clove bud, magnolia and rose absolute. This tantalizing bouquet is further enhanced by base notes of sylkolide (musk), amber, cashmeran, Haitian vetiver and sandalwood for a warm, seductive comedown that saturates the air with its luscious charm"

BO SINCLAIR

Old Spice

"Top notes are Nutmeg, Star Anise, Aldehydes, Orange and Lemon; middle notes are Cinnamon, Carnation, Pimento, Geranium, Heliotrope and Jasmine; base notes are Benzoin, Vanilla, Musk, Tonka Bean, Cedar and Ambergris"

LESTER SINCLAIR

Hunter by Armaf

"The top opens with a refreshing burst of citrus notes, coming in strong and zesty with a combination of grapefruit, bergamot, lemon and mandarin. The heart settles into floral accords, the romantic aroma of lavender, geranium, tuberose and ylang-ylang spiced by fragrant hints of cardamom and black pepper. The cologne finishes on a warm, aromatic base, featuring the alluring aroma of cedar, labdanum, musk, patchouli and vetiver"

VINCENT SINCLAIR

Close Up by Olfactive Studio

"This fragrance almost defies categorization. It's a little tobacco, a little Oriental, a little gourmand, and everything you want a perfume to be. It opens warm and sweet with top notes of Santos green coffee, Griotte cherry, and fresh spices. The heart notes are complex and mysterious with white tobacco, California rose, Atlas cedar, and patchouli. Base notes of amber, tonka bean, and musk shine through in the dry down for an earthy finish to this alluring scent"

HARRY WARDEN

Craftsman by Tabac Original

"Sharp and confident yet charmingly balanced, Tabac Original Craftsman is a spicy-citrus cologne enhanced by accords of aromatic herbs, clean florals and spice. The opening refreshes and invigorates with a bright blend of tart-sweet grapefruit, bergamot and piquant black pepper. Crisply herbal florals of lavender and peppery geranium merge with almond nuances of tonka bean at the heart. A smooth, enveloping base of vetiver, patchouli and supple leather leaves a clean masculine trail that’s perfect for casual wear"

THOMAS HEWITT

Brut by Faberge

"This manly mix features woody and balsamic accords accented by aromatic and sweet notes for an exhilarating yet simple aroma that enhances your image"

JENNIFER CHECK

Psychedelic Love by Initio

"Fall under the dizzying rush of Initio Psychedelic Love, a powerfully seductive essence that can leave you in an emotional trance. This decadent elixir blends floral, citrus and exotic accords for a deeply bright and satisfying scent that has the power to ensnare that special someone from across the room. Top notes of sparkling bergamot and sweet ylang-ylang work together to form a radiant energy. Following this is a provocative heart of hedione, heliotrope and Bulgarian rose, which walks a fine line between playful romance and immense passion. Completing the alluring perfume are spicy and sensual elements of myrrh and sandalwood, creating a mystifying foundation that intrigues and attracts with ease"

BUBBA SAWYER

Mickey Mouse by Disney

"Mickey Mouse is classified as a refreshing, fruity fragrance. This masculine scent possesses a blend of citrus, lemon and lime"

BILLY LOOMIS

Thallium Black by Yves De Sistelle

"Thallium Black is an enticing men's fragrance that is both sensual and gentle to attract plenty of attention. Fruity notes of apple are warm and welcoming, while cardamom is spicy and aromatic. The scent of bergamot adds a fresh citrus quality to the fragrance, plum notes contribute sweet and fruity tones, and nutmeg infuses a warm spiciness to the scent"

PENNYWISE

Realm by Erox

"Transcend the veil of the mundane, and enter into a realm of otherworldly sensuality with Realm. This seductive scent for men sets itself apart with its bright notes of orange and ginger, offset by the deeper and more mysterious notes of lavender, patchouli and juniper"

STU MACHER

CK In 2U by Calvin Klein

"A fragrance for men that consists of perfume notes of lime, gin fizz, grapefruit leaves, frosted tangelo, pimento, shiso, cocoa base, vetiver, white cedar and musk to form a well balanced cologne"

[venbetta]

Sometimes I just wanna say fuck it and write an actual fanfic about Ven/Freddy for my own self pleasure

I remember when I had a crush on Vincent Heliotrope from that one Rebornica webcomic Night Terror, 12-13 year old me wrote a royal fantasy au of my oc and Vincent ... I need that energy man.

[odoroussavourssweet]

Estee Lauder Private Collection

Nose: Vincent Marcello

notes: green notes, hyacinth, linden, bergamot, orange, lemon; chrysanthemum, narcissus, honeysuckle, mignonette, jasmine, ylang-ylang, rose, pear; oakmoss, coriander, cedar, patchouli, sandalwood, heliotrope, musk

Private Collection opens aggressively green, with galbanum and a vivid, grassy note that's different from the hexenol used in modern "grass" perfumes.

Then the floral heart comes out, softly rosy and white-floral (I guessed gardenia, turns out it's jasmine). It's mussed up with plenty of oakmoss and what I thought was vetiver, though it's not listed in the notes; the florals are viewed through a hazy gray-green soft focus.

This is the kind of ladylike yet rumpled scent you imagine on someone who has a country house and likes gardening or horseback riding.

A nice example of the 70’s-green-chypre genre; tamer than, say, Halston, but pleasantly outdoorsy in a wholesome preppy style.

[brookston]

Holidays 10.27

Holidays

Big Bang Day (London, UK)

Boxer Shorts Day

Černová Tragedy Day (Slovakia)

Cliche Day

Crack-Nut Night (a.k.a. Nut-Crack Night)

Cranky Co-Worker Day

Dress Purple Day (Ontario)

Etiquette Day

Good Bear Day

Heliotrope Day (French Republic)

Infantry Day (India)

International Be More Toddy Day (UK)

International Day of Text Corrections

International Mentoring Day

International Panda Day

International Religious Freedom Day

Kashmir Black Day (Pakistan)

Local Communities Day (Kyrgyzstan)

Memorial Day for the Victims of the Armenian Parliament Shooting (Armenia)

Mishinden (Mouse Feastday; Bulgaria)

National Black Cat Day (UK)

National Civics Day

National Day of Action Against Antisemitism

National Duty Counsel Day (Canada)

National Electricity Day (Indonesia)

National Henry C. Ramos Day

National Hostage Awareness Day

National Mentoring Day

National Tell a Story Day (Scotland)

Navy Day (unofficial) [also 10.13]

New York Subway Day

Occupational Therapy Day

Radio Broadcast License Day

Read for The Record

Scanderberg Commemoration Day

Social Workers’ Day (Kazakhstan)

Sylvia Plath Day

Ukrainian Writing and Language Day (Ukraine)

World Day for Audiovisual Heritage (UN)

World Occupational Therapy Day

Zero Waste Day (Tennessee)

Food & Drink Celebrations

American Beer Day

National American Beer Day

National Cheese Toastie Day (UK)

National Potato Day [also 8.19]

Sandwich Day

4th & Last Sunday in October

Bible Sunday (UK) [4th Sunday]

Day of Automobile Workers (Belarus, Russia) [Last Sunday]

European Summer Times Ends (EU) [Last Sunday]

Global Day of Prayer for the Media [Last Sunday]

International Creole Day (Dominica, Saint Lucia) [Last Sunday]

Jounen Kwéyòl (Creole Day; Dominica, Saint Lucia) [Last Sunday]

MassKara Festival (Bacolod, Philippines) [4th Sunday]

Mother-In-Law Day [4th Sunday]

Mother of Pearl Sunday [Sunday of Last Full Week]

National Grandparents Day (Australia) [Last Sunday]

National Jamaican Jerk Day [4th Sunday]

National Pension Tracing Day (UK) [Last Sunday]

National Sleep-In Day (UK) [Last Sunday]

National Student Baptism Day [Last Sunday]

National Tight Ends Day [4th Sunday]

Pumpkin Day [Sunday before 31st]

Reformation Sunday [Last Sunday]

Seven For Sunday [Every Sunday]

Soothing Sunday [4th Sunday of Each Month]

Souper Sunday [Last Sunday of Each Month]

Spud Sunday [4th Sunday of Each Month]

Sultry Sunday [Last Sunday of Each Month]

Sundae Sunday [Every Sunday]

Sunday Funday [Every Sunday]

Swap & Repair Sunday (Canada) [4th Sunday]

Visit a Cemetery Day [Last Sunday]

World Mission Sunday [4th Sunday]

World Priest Day [4th Sunday]

World Swim Day [Last Sunday]

Independence & Related Days

Mount Henadas (Declared; 2011) [unrecognized]

Saint Vincent & Grenadines (from UK, 1979)

Soda (a.k.a. Bicarbonate of Soda; Declared; 2021) [unrecognized]

Suverska (Declared; 2013) [unrecognized]

Wyvern (Declared; 2009) [unrecognized]

Weekly Holidays beginning October 27 (Last Week of October)

Bat Week [Last Week]

International Brain Tumour Awareness Week

Kids Care Week (thru 11.2) [Week Including 10.27]

National Chemistry Week [Last Week]

National Magic Week [Last Week]

Red Ribbon Week [Last Week]

Respiratory Care Week [Last Week]

Rodent Awareness Week [Last Week]

Festivals Beginning October 27, 2024

Florida Gateway Fair (Lake City, Florida) [thru 11.3]

Oak Street Po-boy Festival (New Orleans, Louisiana)

Outbreak Autumn (Manchester, United Kingdom)

Taste of Newport (Newport, Rhode Island)

Feast Days

Abbán (Christian; Saint)

Abraham the Poor (Christian; Saint)

Anthony Doerr (Writerism)

Boris Chetkov (Artology)

Buffon (Positivist; Saint)

Charles Spencelayh (Artology)

Clam Sauce Day (Pastafarian)

Desiderius Erasmus (Writerism)

Dylan Thomas (Writerism)

Elesbaan (Christian; Saint)

Festival of the Conspiracies (Church of the SubGenius)

Frumentius (Roman Catholic Church)

Gaudiosus of Naples (Christian; Saint)

Jan Duursema (Artology)

Kaleb of Axum (Christian; Saint)

Lee Krasner (Artology)

Leo Baxendale (Artology)

Mary Moser (Artology)

Mauricio de Sousa (Artology)

Mice Wedding Day (Pagan)

Namatius (a.k.a. Namace; Christian; Saint)

Nekhebet’s Day (Pagan)

Oran of Iona (Christian; Saint)

Peter Blume (Artology)

Quackers (Muppetism)

Roy Lichtenstein (Artology)

Sigrid Hjertén (Artology)

Silly Walks Day (Pastafarian)

Sylvia Plath (Writerism)

Tunch Paddling Festival (Shamanism)

Walt Kuhn (Artology)

Zadie Smith (Writerism)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]

Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [50 of 57]

Premieres

All Quiet on the Western Front, by Erich Maria Remarque (Novel; 1928)

The Americanization of Emily (Film; 1964)

Andersonville, by MacKinlay Kantor (Historical Novel; 1955)

Back to Black, by Amy Winehouse (Album; 2006)

Barbara Broadcast (Adult Film; 1977)

Blow Me Down! (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1933)

Buddy the Woodsman (WB LT Cartoon; 1934)

Come See About Me, recorded by The Supremes (Song; 1964)

Congratulations It’s Pink (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1967)

Crocodile Rock, by Elton John (Song; 1972)

Don't Give Up, by Peter Gabriel and Kate Bush (Song; 1986)

Dune Bug (The Ant and the Aardvark Cartoon; 1969)

Foyle’s War (UK TV Series; 2002)

Fun with Mr. Future (Disney Cartoon; 1982)

The Gathering Storm, by Robert Jordan (Novel; 2009) [Wheel of Time #12]

Godzilla (Film; 1954)

The High King, by Lloyd Alexander [Chronicles of Prydain #5]

Jesus Christ Superstar (Soundtrack Album; 1970)

The Last Ship, by Sting (Musical Play; 2014)

Leaving Las Vegas (Film; 1995)

Lego DC Comics: Batman Be-Leaguered (WB Animated Film; 2014)

The Matrix Revolutions (Film; 2003)

The Moonspinners, by Mary Stewart (Novel; 1962)

National Velvet, by Enid Bagnold (Novel; 1935)

1989, by Taylor Swift (Album; 2014)

1999, by Prince (Album; 1982)

The Phoney Express (Ub Iwerks Flip the Frog MGM Cartoon; 1932)

Phoney Pony (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1969)

Rebel Without a Cause (Film; 1955)

Rescue Squad Mater (Pixar Cartoon; 2008)

Romeo + Juliet (Film; 1996)

Skylarking by XTC (Album; 1986)

Stand By Me / Spanish Harlem, recorded by Ben E. King (Song; 1960)

Tale of the Vienna Woods (Happy Harmonies Cartoon; 1934)

The Valiant Tailor, a.k.a. The King’s Tailor (ComiColor Cartoon; 1934)

Waiting for the Barbarians, J.M. Coetzee (Novel; 1980)

Wideo Wabbit (WB MM Cartoon; 1956)

A Wolf’s Tale (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1944)

Yankee Doodle Donkey (Noveltoons; 1944)

You Bet Your Life (Radio Series; 1947)

Today’s Name Days

Christa, Sabina, Wolfhard (Austria)

Nestor (Bulgaria)

Bartol, Florijan, Gordan, Namat (Croatia)

Šarlota, Zoe (Czech Republic)

Sem (Denmark)

Eila, Eili, Häili, Hälli, Heili (Estonia)

Hellä, Helle, Helli, Hellin (Finland)

Emeline (France)

Christa, Sabina, Stefan, Wolfhard (Germany)

Louppos, Nestor (Greece)

Szabina (Hungary)

Delia, Fiorenzo (Italy)

Irita, Lilita, Lita (Latvia)

Ramojus, Sabina, Tautmilė, Vincas, Vincentas (Lithuania)

Sture, Sturla (Norway)

Frumencjusz, Iwona, Sabina, Siestrzemił, Wincenty (Poland)

Dimitrie (Romania)

Sabína (Slovakia)

Bartolomé, Florencio, Sabina, Vicente (Spain)

Sabina (Sweden)

Nestor (Ukraine)

Cale, Caleb, Feodor, Isaac, Isaak, Issac, Izaac, Kaleb, Ted, Teddy, Teodor, Theodora Theodore (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 301 of 2024; 65 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 7 of Week 43 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Hagal (Hailstone) [Day 1 of 28]

Chinese: Month 9 (Jia-Xu), Day 25 (Jia-Zi)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 25 Tishri 5785

Islamic: 23 Rabi II 1446

J Cal: 1 Wood; Oneday [1 of 30]

Julian: 13 October 2024

Moon: 20%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 21 Descartes (11th Month) [Leibnitz]

Runic Half Month: Wyn (Joy) [Day 5 of 15]

Season: Autumn or Fall (Day 35 of 90)

Week: 3rd Full Week of October

Zodiac: Scorpio (Day 4 of 30)

Calendar Changes

Hagal (Hailstone) [Half-Month 21 of 24; Runic Half-Months] (thru 11.10)

Wood (Month 11 of 12; J Calendar)

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 10.27

Holidays

Big Bang Day (London, UK)

Boxer Shorts Day

Černová Tragedy Day (Slovakia)

Cliche Day

Crack-Nut Night (a.k.a. Nut-Crack Night)

Cranky Co-Worker Day

Dress Purple Day (Ontario)

Etiquette Day

Good Bear Day

Heliotrope Day (French Republic)

Infantry Day (India)

International Be More Toddy Day (UK)

International Day of Text Corrections

International Mentoring Day

International Panda Day

International Religious Freedom Day

Kashmir Black Day (Pakistan)

Local Communities Day (Kyrgyzstan)

Memorial Day for the Victims of the Armenian Parliament Shooting (Armenia)

Mishinden (Mouse Feastday; Bulgaria)

National Black Cat Day (UK)

National Civics Day

National Day of Action Against Antisemitism

National Duty Counsel Day (Canada)

National Electricity Day (Indonesia)

National Henry C. Ramos Day

National Hostage Awareness Day

National Mentoring Day

National Tell a Story Day (Scotland)

Navy Day (unofficial) [also 10.13]

New York Subway Day

Occupational Therapy Day

Radio Broadcast License Day

Read for The Record

Scanderberg Commemoration Day

Social Workers’ Day (Kazakhstan)

Sylvia Plath Day

Ukrainian Writing and Language Day (Ukraine)

World Day for Audiovisual Heritage (UN)

World Occupational Therapy Day

Zero Waste Day (Tennessee)

Food & Drink Celebrations

American Beer Day

National American Beer Day

National Cheese Toastie Day (UK)

National Potato Day [also 8.19]

Sandwich Day

4th & Last Sunday in October

Bible Sunday (UK) [4th Sunday]

Day of Automobile Workers (Belarus, Russia) [Last Sunday]

European Summer Times Ends (EU) [Last Sunday]

Global Day of Prayer for the Media [Last Sunday]

International Creole Day (Dominica, Saint Lucia) [Last Sunday]

Jounen Kwéyòl (Creole Day; Dominica, Saint Lucia) [Last Sunday]

MassKara Festival (Bacolod, Philippines) [4th Sunday]

Mother-In-Law Day [4th Sunday]

Mother of Pearl Sunday [Sunday of Last Full Week]

National Grandparents Day (Australia) [Last Sunday]

National Jamaican Jerk Day [4th Sunday]

National Pension Tracing Day (UK) [Last Sunday]

National Sleep-In Day (UK) [Last Sunday]

National Student Baptism Day [Last Sunday]

National Tight Ends Day [4th Sunday]

Pumpkin Day [Sunday before 31st]

Reformation Sunday [Last Sunday]

Seven For Sunday [Every Sunday]

Soothing Sunday [4th Sunday of Each Month]

Souper Sunday [Last Sunday of Each Month]

Spud Sunday [4th Sunday of Each Month]

Sultry Sunday [Last Sunday of Each Month]

Sundae Sunday [Every Sunday]

Sunday Funday [Every Sunday]

Swap & Repair Sunday (Canada) [4th Sunday]

Visit a Cemetery Day [Last Sunday]

World Mission Sunday [4th Sunday]

World Priest Day [4th Sunday]

World Swim Day [Last Sunday]

Independence & Related Days

Mount Henadas (Declared; 2011) [unrecognized]

Saint Vincent & Grenadines (from UK, 1979)

Soda (a.k.a. Bicarbonate of Soda; Declared; 2021) [unrecognized]

Suverska (Declared; 2013) [unrecognized]

Wyvern (Declared; 2009) [unrecognized]

Weekly Holidays beginning October 27 (Last Week of October)

Bat Week [Last Week]

International Brain Tumour Awareness Week

Kids Care Week (thru 11.2) [Week Including 10.27]

National Chemistry Week [Last Week]

National Magic Week [Last Week]

Red Ribbon Week [Last Week]

Respiratory Care Week [Last Week]

Rodent Awareness Week [Last Week]

Festivals Beginning October 27, 2024

Florida Gateway Fair (Lake City, Florida) [thru 11.3]

Oak Street Po-boy Festival (New Orleans, Louisiana)

Outbreak Autumn (Manchester, United Kingdom)

Taste of Newport (Newport, Rhode Island)

Feast Days

Abbán (Christian; Saint)

Abraham the Poor (Christian; Saint)

Anthony Doerr (Writerism)

Boris Chetkov (Artology)

Buffon (Positivist; Saint)

Charles Spencelayh (Artology)

Clam Sauce Day (Pastafarian)

Desiderius Erasmus (Writerism)

Dylan Thomas (Writerism)

Elesbaan (Christian; Saint)

Festival of the Conspiracies (Church of the SubGenius)

Frumentius (Roman Catholic Church)

Gaudiosus of Naples (Christian; Saint)

Jan Duursema (Artology)

Kaleb of Axum (Christian; Saint)

Lee Krasner (Artology)

Leo Baxendale (Artology)

Mary Moser (Artology)

Mauricio de Sousa (Artology)

Mice Wedding Day (Pagan)

Namatius (a.k.a. Namace; Christian; Saint)

Nekhebet’s Day (Pagan)

Oran of Iona (Christian; Saint)

Peter Blume (Artology)

Quackers (Muppetism)

Roy Lichtenstein (Artology)

Sigrid Hjertén (Artology)

Silly Walks Day (Pastafarian)

Sylvia Plath (Writerism)

Tunch Paddling Festival (Shamanism)

Walt Kuhn (Artology)

Zadie Smith (Writerism)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]

Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [50 of 57]

Premieres

All Quiet on the Western Front, by Erich Maria Remarque (Novel; 1928)

The Americanization of Emily (Film; 1964)

Andersonville, by MacKinlay Kantor (Historical Novel; 1955)

Back to Black, by Amy Winehouse (Album; 2006)

Barbara Broadcast (Adult Film; 1977)

Blow Me Down! (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1933)

Buddy the Woodsman (WB LT Cartoon; 1934)

Come See About Me, recorded by The Supremes (Song; 1964)

Congratulations It’s Pink (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1967)

Crocodile Rock, by Elton John (Song; 1972)

Don't Give Up, by Peter Gabriel and Kate Bush (Song; 1986)

Dune Bug (The Ant and the Aardvark Cartoon; 1969)

Foyle’s War (UK TV Series; 2002)

Fun with Mr. Future (Disney Cartoon; 1982)

The Gathering Storm, by Robert Jordan (Novel; 2009) [Wheel of Time #12]

Godzilla (Film; 1954)

The High King, by Lloyd Alexander [Chronicles of Prydain #5]

Jesus Christ Superstar (Soundtrack Album; 1970)

The Last Ship, by Sting (Musical Play; 2014)

Leaving Las Vegas (Film; 1995)

Lego DC Comics: Batman Be-Leaguered (WB Animated Film; 2014)

The Matrix Revolutions (Film; 2003)

The Moonspinners, by Mary Stewart (Novel; 1962)

National Velvet, by Enid Bagnold (Novel; 1935)

1989, by Taylor Swift (Album; 2014)

1999, by Prince (Album; 1982)

The Phoney Express (Ub Iwerks Flip the Frog MGM Cartoon; 1932)

Phoney Pony (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1969)

Rebel Without a Cause (Film; 1955)

Rescue Squad Mater (Pixar Cartoon; 2008)

Romeo + Juliet (Film; 1996)

Skylarking by XTC (Album; 1986)

Stand By Me / Spanish Harlem, recorded by Ben E. King (Song; 1960)

Tale of the Vienna Woods (Happy Harmonies Cartoon; 1934)

The Valiant Tailor, a.k.a. The King’s Tailor (ComiColor Cartoon; 1934)

Waiting for the Barbarians, J.M. Coetzee (Novel; 1980)

Wideo Wabbit (WB MM Cartoon; 1956)

A Wolf’s Tale (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1944)

Yankee Doodle Donkey (Noveltoons; 1944)

You Bet Your Life (Radio Series; 1947)

Today’s Name Days

Christa, Sabina, Wolfhard (Austria)

Nestor (Bulgaria)

Bartol, Florijan, Gordan, Namat (Croatia)

Šarlota, Zoe (Czech Republic)

Sem (Denmark)

Eila, Eili, Häili, Hälli, Heili (Estonia)

Hellä, Helle, Helli, Hellin (Finland)

Emeline (France)

Christa, Sabina, Stefan, Wolfhard (Germany)

Louppos, Nestor (Greece)

Szabina (Hungary)

Delia, Fiorenzo (Italy)

Irita, Lilita, Lita (Latvia)

Ramojus, Sabina, Tautmilė, Vincas, Vincentas (Lithuania)

Sture, Sturla (Norway)

Frumencjusz, Iwona, Sabina, Siestrzemił, Wincenty (Poland)

Dimitrie (Romania)

Sabína (Slovakia)

Bartolomé, Florencio, Sabina, Vicente (Spain)

Sabina (Sweden)

Nestor (Ukraine)

Cale, Caleb, Feodor, Isaac, Isaak, Issac, Izaac, Kaleb, Ted, Teddy, Teodor, Theodora Theodore (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 301 of 2024; 65 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 7 of Week 43 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Hagal (Hailstone) [Day 1 of 28]

Chinese: Month 9 (Jia-Xu), Day 25 (Jia-Zi)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 25 Tishri 5785

Islamic: 23 Rabi II 1446

J Cal: 1 Wood; Oneday [1 of 30]

Julian: 13 October 2024

Moon: 20%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 21 Descartes (11th Month) [Leibnitz]

Runic Half Month: Wyn (Joy) [Day 5 of 15]

Season: Autumn or Fall (Day 35 of 90)

Week: 3rd Full Week of October

Zodiac: Scorpio (Day 4 of 30)

Calendar Changes

Hagal (Hailstone) [Half-Month 21 of 24; Runic Half-Months] (thru 11.10)

Wood (Month 11 of 12; J Calendar)

[mentalmeles]

Goodness, i almost forgot Pilot was a thing. Hmmmm... I always felt like Killian never got enough screentime, so either her with 4-b and cherry soda. Or maybe Vince Heliotrope with a-6 + sodas & skateboard if you prefer that, but i'm leaning mostly towards the first one.

I wanted to do both <3

[night-terror-reborn]

First in a series of redesigns, Vince! Vince goes by he/him pronouns and helps those over 21 with their phobias! I also have a discord for the Night Terror Reborn project! Reply to this post if you want me to upload the link.

[smol-dap]

Id hate to say it but

Man behind the slaughter

[ask-the-fox-guard]

Vincent, your smile isn't helping my crushing, if it wasn't because a certain someone hadn't already "arrested" you for heart stealing i would have made such a comment by now. >///>

"It's not a romance >///>..."

[fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction]

Vanny Night

Vincent helps Gregory work through and dispel the nightmare of the Vanny Confrontation. What he learns gives him a lot of concern for the future of his friends and Vanessa and Gregory.

Time Set: Post-SB, pre-Ruin, Vincent POV

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“I know it’s tricky to find a therapist that can handle your unique situation, but I don’t think I can maintain this kind of work for you guys for the long term,” Ven sighed, letting Vanessa and Gregory into the apartment. A couch in the den was already set up with a soft pillow and a plush chair pushed nearby. A graphic tablet rested on the coffee table, screen dark and pen tucked into its stand. He’d been doing work on a commission when he got the request to help with the return of Gregory’s nightmares. Hearing Vanessa’s words over the phone had resonated with a sense of fear and worry, so Ven figured letting Vincent deal with the situation would be best.

Sooner this was done, sooner he could get back to work. Rent was coming up and he still had to pitch in his part for the shared apartment.

“Sorry, we’re still trying to find someone who can work with cases of amnesia, and then I gotta figure out how to explain how our amnesia was something deliberately caused by Elizabeth Afton,” Vanessa apologized and explained, fluffing the pillow as Gregory climbed up and lay down on the couch. “There’s so much baggage we have to deal with thanks to her. It’s a mess.”

He understood. Sometimes, Ven wished he could find outside help for himself and Damien and Stephanie. Best they could do was talk things out with Vincent and have the spirit soothe their thoughts and disperse the negative build up of energy. Still, there were more and more people being brought into the group who had been affected by the Aftons and Fazbear Entertainment, and Vincent clamored to help them all as much as he could. The drain on Ven as backlash was just even more of a pain to deal with.

“Probably doesn’t help that the last few therapists I’ve talked to before all ended up disappearing,” Vanessa muttered, a faint scowl on her face, “Wonder if that was also Afton’s fault?”

“Makes you wonder how much bleach that company burns through,” Ven quipped, taking a seat in the plush chair and settling in. “Okay, Gregory, remember how we do this?”

“Yeah, I just relax and act like I’m getting ready to sleep and try not to fight against you knocking on the door,” the boy said in a bored tone that didn’t match up with the exhausted expression he wore. “Freddy keeps me company at night, but he also said that it would be better if I actually slept, so I hope this stupid nightmare can be made to go away.”

“Vincent should be able to find the root of it and pull it out. If he can’t, he can disperse enough of the nightmare to make it easier for you to sleep at least.” Well, that was Ven’s hope; as the man’s reincarnation, he was well aware that the counselor would go as far as he could to help a kid. Ven just didn’t want to pay the price for it after, it was so annoying.

Gregory nodded and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and then relaxing. Ven did the same, receding in his mind and letting the soul within himself awaken and reach out with the Remnant wrapped around him.

With Vincent now in control of the situation, the Remnant carefully touched onto Gregory’s mind, a gentle ‘knock on the door’ as the boy had described. There was no response, no reaction, and then a sudden surge and a blast of neon color.

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One hand raised to shield his eyes as he blinked the spots from his vision, Vincent Heliotrope stood still, making himself as harmless and open as possible while giving Gregory time to verify that his mind wouldn’t be in any danger. In a way, it wasn’t surprising to him to find that the boy was fiercely protective of his mental faculties. Gregory’s Remnant had been scrubbed slowly over a long period of time, memories shredded and soul weakened to make him more vulnerable to being possessed by a far stronger spirit. Whoever he had been before Elizabeth Afton got her hands on him was likely destroyed beyond recognition.

And yet, Vincent still harbored hopes that he could pull some of those lost memories up to the light, restore a bit more of who Gregory had been. Each session of these nightmare dispelling trips had him pulling apart complex nightmares and unrealities, but very little in the way of old memories came through.

Gregory’s mental world was a reconstruction of the Pizzaplex, essentially his whole world for much of his life after the memory erasure. Glowing neon signs abounded in the empty pizzeria complex, a number of attractions were sealed off with concrete walls, thin gray fog hung close to the floor, and the Glamrock Fazband were on stage in the atrium, performing as normal. The ideal Pizzaplex, according to the boy who called it home once upon a time.

The prickling feeling on his skin faded, Gregory’s check complete, and Vincent breathed a sigh of relief, lowering his hand and flexing it to work the last of the stinging out. Still no sign of Gregory. Where was he this time?

He started walking through the atrium, the click of his work shoes against almost familiar tile echoing despite the rock music from the band. In a way, Vincent was glad for the security guard uniform he wore as an awakened soul. It helped him fit in with this particular mindscape and the soft navy blue color was drastically different enough from the Pizzaplex guard uniforms that Gregory was more accepting of his presence.

“Gregory, I need you to show me where the nightmare is originating from,” Vincent called out, stepping onto escalators that didn’t work and climbing them to reach the next level of the atrium floors. With how big the Pizzaplex was, he could get lost for ages just exploring, even with a lot of areas blocked off. “Can you tell me what is in this one? What images do you see? Are there any aspects you recognize?” he asked aloud. There had to be something he could grab onto as a starting point.

The atrium shimmered and then went dark, leaving Vincent standing in pitch black for a moment. When the glow of neon came back, the surroundings had changed to one of the interior attractions, Fazer Blast. S.T.A.F.F. bots wearing colored helmets and clutching laser guns in hand patrolled the maze of colored walls and obstacles. Vincent squinted his eyes nearly shut, waiting for his vision to adjust to the stark gleam of bright colors.

The audio system crackled to life and he winced, looking up as a distorted woman’s voice rang out, “Disassemble Freddy!” He sucked in a sharp breath, eyes widening at the implication of that command. A quick look around had him spot the patrolling bots all turn in unison and rush towards a specific direction. Vincent ran after them, grimacing at the sound of screams and the shriek of metal.

As fast as he moved, it clearly wasn’t fast enough. The S.T.A.F.F. bots had vanished and the neon lights faded down to muted colors to match the somber scene Vincent stumbled across. Gregory knelt by a gutted and maimed Glamrock Freddy, sobbing pitifully over the deactivated animatronic. This must be the nightmare that was plaguing him now, an unreality to strip him of the only ally he had for much of the night in the Pizzaplex before the Guards were able to get inside and turn the tide.

“Oh, Gregory,” Vincent murmured sympathetically, carefully approaching the boy and lowering himself to one knee beside him. Gregory didn’t seem to register his presence. Odd, that was one of Vincent’s abilities; his simple presence was enough to soothe and comfort grieving people, give them a moment to collect themselves and start gaining hope again. Well, time to start dispelling the lie and find the truth buried under the illusion.

Why did this scenario exist? How did it get planted into Gregory’s dreams? Vincent raised a hand to the broken Freddy, gently prodding at it with his own Remnant to find the memories and emotions building the image. Spite and scorn crackled like crimson lightning over the casing of the animatronic, jumping up and lashing at his hand, leaving a nasty burn that had him yelp and jerk away in pain.

Crap, that was going to leave a mark on Ven’s body. He was gonna get yelled at for this later. Clearly whatever implanted this nightmare had heavy negative feelings towards Glamrock Freddy. Vincent pressed forward, hands held over the wrecked animatronic as he threw his own Remnant into the miasma, pulling it apart. The dull orange and red casing began melting away, leaving an endoskeleton that didn’t look like any he’d ever seen before.

Mismatched parts and components, assembled haphazardly; the endoskeleton laying on the carpeted floor was a rusty amalgamation that didn’t look like it belonged in the Pizzaplex. “Gregory, open your eyes! Look at the reality, this was never Freddy!” Vincent urged, pushing the cloud of angry Remnant aside and scowling at it as he kept tearing it apart, burning the energy out of the boy’s head.

“Wh-why? Why do this to Freddy? He’s my friend, he didn’t do anything wrong, he was just trying to help me get out!” Gregory sobbed. His hands were covering his face, shoulders shaking from the force of his grief.

No, not just grief…. Vincent waved his hand aside, ignoring the sting as the cloud of spite finally fell apart, and looked around at a fog of emotion rolling in, heavy gray. It sapped at his energy before he could pull up a mental shield but the contact helped him identify the emotion. This was guilt. Why did Gregory feel guilty in this situation? It was that voice that had issued the command to kill Freddy. Who was it that gave the order?

“Gregory, didn’t you say that Freddy keeps you company at night, when you can’t sleep?” Vincent asked, once more lowering himself to one knee by the boy. Gregory nodded, breath hitching between sobs as he pulled his hands down at last. “Freddy isn’t in this condition here if he’s outside in your home, right?”

“Right… right, he was talking to me last night. We talked about FazFacts. I’m trying to tell him that bears don’t actually eat pizza,” he murmured, blinking as if pulling himself out of a dream, “He’s okay. Freddy didn’t get disassembled. But I remember her saying it. She said it, didn’t she?”

“She might have said it at some point, but it didn’t actually happen if Freddy is able to talk to you while you’re awake,” Vincent explained as his brow furrowed in confusion, “Um, by the way, who is ‘she’?”

Gregory rubbed at his eyes, the cloud of guilt still drifting around them, a misty fog that lingered at their ankles. “Vanny, duh,” the boy replied, the dry snark returning to him as he stared down at the rusty endoskeleton that had posed as Freddy in the unreality, “You’ve seen her a few times, didn’t you?”

A woman in a rabbit costume, crimson eyes and open-mouthed smile, dancing around with a blade in her hand through Gregory’s nightmares like she was gleefully still trying to rip his personality to shreds. He’d seen her, but never heard her. Vincent hummed to himself, lips pursed as he ran his fingers lightly through the fog of guilt, lifting his hand as the mist threaded between them and slipped away. This was too heavy for a child to bear. Where was this guilt coming from?

“This is another one of her fake realities, isn’t it?” Gregory grumbled, glowering with dried tears on his face as he stood up. “This was the nightmare I kept having, I remembered this happening, but… it didn’t actually happen.” Vincent stood with him, gazing over the dark walls of the Fazer Blast game room. Shadows seemed to grow deeper, swallowing the walls and highlighting the rabbit figure swaying in the illuminated windows of a room suspended over the game room.

“Why are there so many fake memories?” he asked, “How does this one end?”

Gregory’s hands tightened into fists at his sides. “I remember going up to the exit and then I wanted to turn back, stop Vanny from making more people disappear, find what it was that she was hiding that I needed to get back. So I told Freddy we were going to face her because she wouldn’t expect me to stay after 6 A.M.,” he began and looked up with a glower at the illuminated room, “But she was ready for us. She took control of the S.T.A.F.F. bots and disassembled Freddy. If I hadn’t said to stay, for us to go after her here, he wouldn’t have been torn apart.”

So that was the source of the guilt. “You’re a kid, no more responsible for the choices made by Vanny and Freddy in this illusion than you were for Afton’s decision to take your childhood away from you just because you were strong enough to withstand her experiments,” Vincent told him firmly, “This is a misplaced guilt. Let those who made their decisions own them.” He gestured outward, throwing his arm out in a direction that could be the main entrance. “Freddy could have refused to let you stay, pushed you right out those doors in that false memory, but he didn’t,” he added, “Think about who Freddy is, you know him best. He would have shoved you out for your own good, wouldn’t he?”

“Yeah, he was determined to get me out and was going to take Knife Lady to where she wanted to go himself, without me. I had to chase after him with Vanessa to make him let me come along,” Gregory agreed slowly, eyes clearing as the memory pieced itself back together for him, “The fake memory version let Freddy agree with me at the start so I’d blame myself, huh?”

Vincent nodded. He caught on, good. By discovering that truth himself, he could rely on it as his own realization, supported and verified with confirmation by a trusted adult. It’d be harder to paint another illusion on top of that. But the false memory still needed to finish to fully burn and dispel it. Otherwise it’d just stay rooted in place and develop a new illusion, a new nightmare.

“How does this memory end, Gregory?” Vincent asked again.

“This way!” the boy yelled, racing for a door marked for employees, flashlight and laser gun suddenly in his hands. Vincent chased after him, hand batting aside the mist as he followed the bright glow of Gregory’s flashlight. His first instinct was to guide him to a more direct approach to Vanny’s room, but if this was a recurring nightmare built on a false memory like what had been done to Damien, then Gregory was the better leader. He would have run the same paths over and over to its conclusion.

Through the back tunnels, Vincent followed Gregory, yelping and ducking when a faceless animatronic lunged at them from the shadows of a dimly lit server room. A buzzing sounded in the air, tension crackling through the air like blood-pink static that irritated his eyes. “Why are we running?! Is something chasing us?!” he cried, wincing at the crashing noise as the animatronic smashed into something.

“Yeah! Vanny!” Gregory yelled back, “Can’t you hear the buzzing?! That’s from her!”

But Vanny was in the room over the laser shooter game. How could she have moved from up there to ground level with Gregory so fast? “That’s more proof this is a fake memory! If you just saw Vanny in that room up in the air, there’s no way she could suddenly be behind you on your way up to that very room!” Vincent called out. The boy zapped a S.T.A.F.F. bot and kicked it at its body, shoving it aside as the wheels carried it away while it flailed. He paused just enough to give him an incredulous look before shaking his head and shoving another door open.

They hurried on through, rapidly approaching the bottom of a tower with a spiraling staircase wrapping around it. A dingy white and pink animatronic missing her mouth lumbered out of the darkness and Gregory shot the laser into her eyes, stunning her long enough to let him run by her and up the stairs. Vincent stared at her in shock before hurrying after Gregory. Was that Chica? Why did she look so badly mangled?

Despite how fast they had run to get away from Vanny, the buzzing seemed to still be approaching them from behind at a steady pace. Gregory shoved open the gate at the top of the tower. “This way! The office!” he shouted breathlessly, gesturing at Vincent for him to hurry up, holding the gate open. The dream guard rushed through, gripping the hand rail that was the only bit of safety for the catwalk suspended high above. He breathed hard, heart racing. Ven was getting too soft for this; maybe he should remind the twins to better take care of themselves, since his strength relied on Ven’s and sometimes Stephanie’s. And that just reminded him that eventually, like Mike Schmidt some years earlier, his reincarnations would eventually grow older and pass on. What would happen to him then? Should he pass with them or find a way to linger in the world since the Aftons didn’t seem to stop trying to cheat death?

Considering Gregory’s age and troubles, it was looking more like Vincent was going to have to call a spirits’ meeting to discuss preparing to reserve their Remnant and reincarnate to assist him and Vanessa.

“C’mon, old man, we’re almost done,” Gregory told him grimly, hurrying across the catwalk with no care as to potentially slipping and falling off.

“Hey, I’m not that old! And use the hand rail! This might be a dream but at least still practice safety!” Vincent yelled in annoyance, chasing after him with one hand hovering over the rail himself.

The door to the suspended office was open and Gregory was already inside, hovering at the doorway with a look of dread on his face. Vincent approached, shaking off the static of the buzzing as best he could and readjusting his hat to seat it more firmly on his head. All that running nearly blew it off and, with how this mindscape behaved, there was no certainty that his Remnant could retrieve it before leaving.

Okay, so what was in this office? He looked around cautiously, lifting a hand as his Remnant reached out and gently probed at his surroundings. There was an arcade machine with a blinking screen, Princess Quest 3, next to a mattress laying on the floor with a rumpled blanket and pillow resting on it. Empty pizza boxes and disposable drink cups littered the floor nearby, and the name Vanny was spray painted on the wall. The exit door had an out of order sign hanging on it, discouraging use of it to escape. And finally there was a security desk with a glowing green button resting in a case that looked like a Freddy head, next to that was a controller of some kind with another button.

The feelings attached here were cold, distant, fearful, and horrified, a mix of emotions that burned ice through Vincent’s Remnant and chilled his soul. Why this mix? What was the intent of this nightmare? The fear and horror radiated thickest around Gregory, rising as the buzzing slowly grew loud, approaching the limited safety of the office. Vincent looked outside the doorway at the catwalk, grimacing at the sight of Vanny skipping merrily along towards them, a pair of S.T.A.F.F. bots rolling along behind her in perfect obedience. He looked the other way and saw only a wall with a sealed vent that led into an illuminated prize room. Maybe it had been a way through at some point, but clearly not now. Inside the office, a button by the doorway under a green-lit meter caught his attention and he pressed it. As expected, the door slid down from above and closed off the room, leaving the window as the only way of looking outside.

“Doubt we’ll be safe in here for long. We don’t know how long the power will last,” Vincent said with an exasperated huff, “Gregory, what comes next? What do we do?”

Gregory didn’t reply, the boy just moving towards the desk to pick up the controller with trembling hands before turning to face the door. His face was pale, the light of the security button and exit sign cast green color over him, making him look far sicker. The fear and horror surrounding him compressed, sinking under the growing heaviness of cold and numbness. Vincent stared at him in confusion and rising alarm. Those feelings weren’t native to Gregory, but they were suppressing his actual feelings. Why? What was the intent behind that? What was the goal for forcing Gregory to suppress his fear?

Square specks of black and shining purple flickered over the controller briefly, spreading to the tips of Gregory’s fingers before retreating, as if testing its range. That didn’t look good. What was that? Vincent stepped towards the boy, hand raising to probe deeper into the Remnant that built the illusion. Gregory didn’t even seem to notice him, his focus entirely on the door as the dread remained on his face.

And then the door slid open.

“Wha-?” Vincent murmured, pivoting to stare at the now open door with wide eyes. How?! There should have been plenty of power to keep it sealed for much longer than this! His jaw clenched tightly, hands balling into fists as tension ran over him, his Remnant pulling inward and coiling for his use. How much of Ven’s serenity was he going to have to consume for this? The backlash was not going to be pretty.

Vanny stood in the entrance to the office, flanked by the S.T.A.F.F. bots she brought with her. Her pose and presence dominated the room, glowing eyes fixed on Gregory, yet she didn’t move any closer to him. It almost seemed like she was waiting for him to make the next move. Vincent looked between the two of them quickly, trying to figure out what was the angle. What was the goal here?

Wait… ‘she took control of the S.T.A.F.F. bots’…. A frigid chill cut through him as Vincent turned horrified eyes to Gregory and the controller in his hands. No. That couldn’t be the goal, could it?!

The dread on Gregory’s face remained even with his fear suppressed, his next words spoken clearly, emotionlessly, “Disassemble Vanny.” He pressed the button and the bots jerked in place before turning their heads to look at the now panicking rabbit woman holding up her hands in self-defense. Right there, in front of him, they were going to-?!

“No!” Vincent cried out, leaping forward to shove Vanny out of the way of the turned bots, back through the doorway so she would be out of the office. She stumbled, slumped against the hand rail, and the S.T.A.F.F. bots turned their gazes to him instead. He barely had a moment to realize the implication of that before one bot grabbed him bodily, holding him down against his thrashing and yelling. The other bot turned away to follow Vanny and continue carrying out the command. “Gregory! Gregory, stop that bot! Don’t let it kill her!” Vincent called out, struggling to pull free of the S.T.A.F.F. bot.

Gregory just stood frozen, eyes locked on the one encroaching on Vanny’s still form and ready to do to her what was done to Freddy. The cold and distant emotions pressed further onto him, his expression growing blank, and now Vincent caught on what was happening. This was a recurring nightmare. How many times had Gregory been forced to command the bots to kill Vanny, been forced to watch her be torn apart in front of him?

Been forced to wake up with imaginary blood on his hands?

“Gregory, listen to me, okay? You’ve already figured out this isn’t real, you know how the nightmare ends,” Vincent told him in as calm and even voice as he could, wincing at the mechanical fingers digging into his shoulder and arm to quiet him. The strain on his limbs was uncomfortable for now but he was sure they’d get more painful if he pressed on. “You don’t have to let the nightmare push your true feelings away. Even if it hurts, even if it’s scary, those are your feelings, your true self!” Yeah there it was, the grip tightening, the bot bending to press him to the floor in an attempt to crush him into silence. Vincent jerked one arm loose enough to shove the S.T.A.F.F. bot’s head back in retaliation. “This is your world, Gregory! You can change the way the nightmare ends!” he yelled, “That strength is in you; don’t let Afton steal that away!”

The boy didn’t seem to react at first, just stared until the S.T.A.F.F. bot’s hands wrapped around Vanny’s head before seeming to snap back to himself, amber eyes blazing with fury. “Freddy! Get ‘em!” he shouted and thunderous stomping filled the air. Glamrock Freddy charged across the catwalk and body-slammed the S.T.A.F.F. bot, crushing it against the wall to the prize room. While Freddy dealt with that, Gregory picked up his toy laser gun and fired it at the S.T.A.F.F. bot holding Vincent down, sending it into a panic and allowing him to slip free and kick it aside. It flailed and then went still, eyes flickering off from deactivation.

Freddy stepped into the office with Vanny, tossing her onto the floor before sitting down beside her and throwing his legs over her back, effectively pinning her down with little harm.

And just like that, the nightmare was altered. Gregory gripped the laser gun in his hands, shaky breathing done in a self-enforced rhythm. Vincent picked himself up, wincing at the aches and pains that meant Ven’s body was sure to be sporting bruises. He made his way over to Gregory and knelt by him, slowly reaching out to carefully pull the toy from his hands.

“Do you feel like a hug would help?” he asked quietly. Gregory swallowed, eyes trained on the floor. Eventually he shook his head and Vincent nodded, simply resting by him. “You did good in taking control of the nightmare. We can pull it apart and find the truth underneath whenever you’re ready,” he added.

He didn’t voice his suspicions on why the nightmare was built this way. That would be for explaining to Vanessa. He absently let his fingers rub gently against the back of his wounded hand, trying to soothe the burn from the cloud of spite from earlier. Beside him, Gregory’s breathing began calming to a more regular pattern, the tension wrapped around him fading in Vincent’s aura of peace and tranquility.

“You knew I was going to kill her,” Gregory said suddenly, his voice toneless, “Bet you know why the nightmare was making me do it.” Vincent winced, humming noncommittally, and Gregory shot him a glare. “I’m a kid, yeah. I don’t know stuff but that doesn’t mean I’m stupid,” he growled, “For all I know, we did actually kill her down in that weird underground pizzeria but I didn’t see a body. So why make me do it here and watch?”

“I have a theory, but I really think it’s better to let Vanessa-,” Vincent began cautiously.

“It’s my nightmare! Tell me!” Gregory demanded, stamping a foot in frustration. The office walls flickered in response to his anger, grime appearing for a moment before vanishing.

“Haa, just to let you know, I really am against this for your own sake,” Vincent replied with an exasperated sigh, shoulders dropping in a slump, “but fine.” He gestured aimlessly at the doorway where Vanny was likely to have been ripped apart by the S.T.A.F.F. bots, “The nightmare ended the same way for you the past few nights, with you ordering Vanny to be killed and watching her die. The implanted artificial Remnant, the mix of code and emotions shoved into you somehow, was set up to make you feel desensitized to it over time.” He swallowed, stomach churning from the sick realization again as he folded his arms over his chest. “I think… I think it was trying to groom you into getting used to murdering someone, to detach yourself from feeling anything about ordering robots to kill someone,” he murmured, “I just… don’t know why the one who did this to you wanted you to learn how to kill. Didn’t they take Panther to have him do the killing for the Afton Family?”

“Sydney was supposed to be Vanessa’s bodyguard, that Afton lady said so,” Gregory grumbled, walking over to the mattress and flopping down to sit on it, elbows on his knees and chin resting in his hands, a sour look on his face. “His job was to look after her so she’d be all pretty for whoever was gonna take over her body and then he’d do any killin’ of stuff for her. Guess whoever was gonna take over my body was fine with killing people themselves and didn’t want me fighting against it.”

“What the hell was going on in there? We don’t even have access to the data in that system anymore,” Vincent sighed and gave Gregory a wary look, “And you’re surprisingly insightful about this.” The boy raised an eyebrow at him, nonplussed.

“Like I said, I don’t know stuff, but I’m not stupid,” he retorted, then went silent, glaring at his shoes hard for a bit before looking back up at him. “Thanks, though, for helping me stop it and change the ending. I… I really didn’t want to see her die again, even if she was out to get me the whole time I was in the Pizzaplex. Busting animatronics is one thing, actual people is another.”

“All I did was remind you that you can influence the path your dreams take. You did the rest yourself with your own strength,” Vincent told him with a wry grin, “Now to uproot the nightmare’s source, we’ll have to see the truth it was hiding. Are you ready?”

“If I say no, can we ignore all this and just move on with our lives?” Gregory asked. Vincent shook his head. “Eh, was worth a shot,” the boy sighed tiredly, “Fuck my life. Let’s get this over with, I guess. Freddy promised he’d make me one of his pizzas when we get home.”

The time to rest was helpful. Even though it wasn’t long enough to heal much of the damage he took, his Remnant had replenished and Vincent carefully stretched the calming emotion out. He narrowed his eyes, concentrating on gently pulling up the layers of cold and numbness without letting the emotion leech into his Remnant. Flickers of irritation cut through, swift but sharp, slicing away at the nightmare energy and making it easier for him to pry them loose and dispel them. That wasn’t his, but it was helpful so Vincent didn’t try prodding at it in case the attempt scattered the assistance.

“Gregory, I appreciate the help, but don’t risk your Remnant at this point, okay?” he muttered, focusing on the last few tendrils of black and purple holding down the true memory.

“I’m not even doing anything!” the boy huffed, pacing around him in anxiety that made the air hum, “Are you done yet? The office is melting and it looks like that melted plastic cheese sauce crap they put on the popcorn in the Daycare Theatre.”

The specks of black and purple stung as Vincent pried them up and snapped them out of existence. Sheer malevolence and madness condensed in the bits of code and artificial Remnant left scars in Gregory’s mind. He soothed them over as best he could, wondering how he could heal this. Threads of pale blue stitched over the gashes in Gregory’s psyche and Vincent watched in curious fascination as they wove themselves into patches that filled in the Afton-inflicted wounds. He gently tested the patches with his own Remnant, searching for what emotions made up the energy.

Huh, there was a bit of determination but he couldn’t feel anything else. Whatever this was, much of the emotions were securely guarded against even his skill at detection. Was this really Gregory’s Remnant? How did this kid develop Remnant that could shield against even him?

With nothing else he could do here, Vincent withdrew his Remnant and blinked his eyes in surprise as a pair of hazy figures materialized nearby, standing in front of a recreation of the Pizzaplex main entrance, recreations of Gregory and Glamrock Freddy. Was this the memory Gregory had talked about, where Freddy had urged him to leave and was going to take Meera’s knife to wherever the Remnant spirit bound to it wanted to go?

“So, you’ll keep following the instructions I left in your memory,” hazy Gregory told hazy Freddy, “and make sure no one suspects I’ve escaped. I’ll let the cops know about Vanny so they can investigate and stop those disappearances.” The Freddy looking down at Gregory didn’t seem like the one lived with him now; this one didn’t respond to the boy’s words, didn’t radiate that same sort of spirit, lacked the Remnant.

Freddy’s head suddenly jerked up into a twitch fit and Gregory stepped back in alarm. The animatronic reached out and grabbed him by the shoulders, holding him in place despite his shouts and struggles. From behind one of the advertising displays a blonde woman dressed in the security guard uniform of the Pizzaplex stepped out, a smile on her shadowed face. She drew closer, hips swaying as she approached the struggling boy.

“You’ve been very naughty, GGY, trying to escape containment again,” the woman purred, tilting her head so her ponytail swished around her, “You’ve been messing with this Freddy’s programming. Loathe as I am to put the other one into duty, the prototype is too vulnerable to you. Guess I’ll have to spend time locking down these memories instead of scrubbing them. Dr. Afton needs your skills preserved so he can make use of them to supplement his memories once he’s ready for transfer.”

She bent, a device in her hands that buzzed as it got close to Gregory and then the memory collapsed like mist burning away in sunlight.

“Wh-what was that?” Vincent breathed in horror, “Was that… was that Vanessa?” But the way she moved, the way she spoke, it was nothing like the woman that had brought Gregory in to the apartment!

“That was the Afton lady. She just looks a lot like Vanessa, which is why I didn’t trust her for so long,” Gregory corrected quietly, walking up to him and squinting at the black field that remained after the memory fell apart. “How many escape attempts are we up to now?”

“This is… your third one,” Vincent replied, still trying to process what he’d seen and heard. If that was Elizabeth Afton, why did she look so much like Vanessa? “How many escape attempts did you make before… before us?” he asked, looking aside at the boy scowling faintly at the black.

“Can’t remember. I thought she was erasing my memories, but I guess she only did it to some and then locked up the others behind the nightmares so I wouldn’t try and get to them,” Gregory complained, “This is so stupid! Why me?! I’m just a kid! They had Sydney; why didn’t they try and put that guy she was talking about in his body?!” He stomped his foot a few times in frustration and then yelled at the top of his lungs.

The black field flickered as a distant shrill shriek answered, faint but chilling, and then everything flashed blinding white. Vincent flinched and shook his head, blinking spots from his eyes, his vision fading back in.

Once more the Pizzaplex was back in place, brightly lit in neon glows as the Fazband performed on the stage in the atrium. He found himself seated at one of the long dining tables on the atrium floor, Gregory sitting beside him in a tired slump. Was that all they could do? There were likely still wounds to be healed, memories of that failed escape to bring to the surface, questions left unanswered. But the boy looked exhausted and pressing any further into the matter would just get Vincent forcibly ejected from Gregory’s mind.

“Will you be alright for now? Do you want to continue finding the memories of this night once you’ve recovered?” he asked cautiously. Much as he didn’t like leaving the job incomplete, he couldn’t go any further without Gregory to guide him to where the damage was done.

“Maybe another time. I just want to eat some pizza and finally get some sleep,” Gregory sighed, one hand buried in his hair as he gripped at it, palm pressed to his forehead, “My head is killing me.”

“Then I guess I’ve done all I can for you for now,” Vincent said, reclining in his chair, “I’ll tell Vanessa about what happened here and to bring you by for another session once you’ve rested. Maybe we can use some of the information we learned here to search for what happened to you and Vanessa once we can get access to the Pizzaplex servers somehow.”

“And what? What’s that gonna do for us?” Gregory grumbled, “It’s not gonna bring back my memories before I ended up in the Pizzaplex. It’s not gonna fix what they did to my Remnant, to me and my… everything. I’m still gonna be a fucked up mess of a kid.”

“We don’t know that for sure,” Vincent countered, but even he was aware of how weak it sounded. For all that he and the other spirits had experience with dealing with Remnant and malevolent ghosts and haunted things, restoring Remnant that had been destroyed or stripped of the memories and emotions that made it up was still far beyond them. His thoughts drifted to Digital Lucian, who had the gaps of his wrecked Remnant filled in with code from Circus Baby’s software and that shifted his identity away from how he once was. It caused him to constantly question if he was even ‘Lucian’ anymore despite his family assuring him he was more deserving of the name than the Master File, who willingly scrubbed the emotions from himself that tied him to their past in favor of ‘perfection’.

What must Gregory be thinking about himself, with his awareness that he’d tried repeatedly to escape the Pizzaplex, to warn the outside world, only to fail and have more of himself stripped or sealed away to weaken his soul and identity?

“I think,” Gregory began slowly, startling Vincent out of his musing as the laser show began around the Fazband on stage. Thick fog still roiled around the stage and swirled in eddies close to the floor. “I think, even if I’m still messed up in the head, maybe it’s okay? Cuz I still have Freddy and Vanessa, and they still care about me even with all,” he gestured aimlessly around himself before folding his arms down onto the table, “so I dunno. Maybe I don’t have to care about the memories, just make the nightmares stop and the fake ones go away and I can worry more about making and keeping new memories.”

“Optimism is good. Memories are one thing, but you have family and friends, so you’ll be alright over time,” Vincent agreed with a grin, “I’ll see you again soon, okay?” Gregory nodded, his attention now on the Fazband as a pizza and drinks suddenly appeared on the table for him to enjoy. With the clear dismissal, Vincent drew his Remnant within himself and reached for Ven, carefully pulling himself free of the boy’s mindscape.

.

Back in the world of the living, Ven remained dormant to let him finish the session. Vincent could feel the same aches and pains as he did in the mindscape. The injuries definitely passed over. He lifted his left hand and winced at the bandaging wrapped around it; the artist would not be able to do any work until it healed. But, how did it get treated?

“Sorry, I saw you were flinching and then your hand had a burn appear on it so I bandaged it with some cooling cream,” Vanessa explained from her place on the sofa near Gregory, the boy sleeping more easily now. She smiled wryly, patting her purse, “Between Gregory and Sydney’s antics, I just carry a few first aid supplies around to treat what we can.”

“Thank you,” Vincent murmured, carefully running fingers over his treated hand. This would definitely help it heal more easily. “So, here’s what we found for his nightmare….”

Explaining and describing everything he’d seen and experienced and mended took a while. Vanessa took notes as he spoke, likely writing up questions to ask after so she wouldn’t interrupt him or forget herself. By the time Vincent was done recalling everything, his mouth was dry and he wished he’d thought to have drinks on hand to hydrate with. Vanessa just reached into her purse again and brought out a juice box, passing to him.

“Also just in case,” she laughed as he thanked her for the drink. She sat back with her notepad, looking over her writing, waiting as he finished and let his throat recover. He set the juice box down on the coffee table as a signal he was ready. “The black and purple specks you saw, it’s a lot like what I could see in myself and in… that place my mind had been nearly locked in,” Vanessa told him, looking off in the distance as she thought about it. “It’s something from Glitchtrap, the controller of the Pizzaplex network. That some of that code was in Gregory even after his implant shorted out and cut him from the network….” A worried look passed over her face, “That makes what happened with me and Sydney that day make more sense. Think you could pull up leftovers like that from my mind too?”

“In a few days, sure. I need to give Ven’s body time to recover but I can schedule you a session for, say, next week? Do you have any free time then?” Vincent offered.

“I’ll call once I check with the household rotation,” Vanessa replied and went back to her notes, “The nightmare was to force Gregory to become desensitized to killing. That’s awful….” She lifted a hand to her mouth, a sickly expression passing over her. “All of us, we were all being used to one day kill others… for what? More Remnant?”

“Possibly,” Vincent murmured, folding his arms over his chest and wincing a little at the twinge in his muscles, “Depending on who was going to be possessing you, there could have been damage to the Remnant for those spirits. Killing others in specific ways or places would allow those spirits to absorb that Remnant into themselves and basically feed on the emotions and memories to repair themselves.” He looked over at the sleeping boy, “Gregory has an incredibly strong will. Even though he had been made to do that repeatedly in the nightmare, he still held on to his humanity and reasserted his desire to not cause even Vanny’s death. He might have wanted her to hurt, like any upset child would, but he surprisingly is aware enough to know that death is just too far and unwanted.” He smiled over at Vanessa, “You should be proud of him, and of yourself too, for not falling into that hole Elizabeth tried to force you both into.”

“As for the fake me you saw in the memory, that was a shock to me when I first saw her, too,” she added, a puzzled frown on her face, “It’s so strange. How was she able to look so much like me? Are we related? I don’t remember anything, so I don’t know. But whoever she was, that person is gone. That’s Elizabeth Afton now, and she was the one who buried Gregory’s memory and gave him this nightmare of killing her over and over. What a twisted woman.”

“Wait, are you implying that Vanny is Elizabeth Afton?” Vincent asked in alarm. Vanessa nodded. “So she used a body that looks like you and an alias that uses your name… why?!”

“Probably to make sure Gregory didn’t trust me to help him,” she replied dully, “Which worked up until that night all of you guys showed up and exposed what was going on to him and me.”

They talked a bit longer about the dispelling Vincent had done and the limited mending that took place after until Gregory stirred and yawned, bringing their conversation to a close. Vincent showed them both to the door as they thanked him for his time and services. He blinked in surprise at the small roll of cash Vanessa pressed into his hand.

“You took time to help Gregory freely a few times already, so I hope this covers all the sessions so far as well as today’s,” she told him with a grin, “You’re a friend, yeah, but you’re still a professional of a sort and it wouldn’t fly with me to not compensate you for your skills.”

“C’mon, Vanessa, Freddy’s gonna make pizza and I don’t wanna be too tired to eat it!” Gregory whined.

They said their goodbyes and then headed off for home, leaving Vincent to close up and head back to the living room to write out a note of explanation of all that happened, slipping the money into a pocket for Ven to retrieve after. With that done, he tended to the aches and pains by searching out a mild painkiller to take and reclining in the armchair to try relaxing enough to recede and let Ven return.

There were still so many questions and mysteries around Gregory. All he could do is keep supporting and assisting wherever he could while the others made the moves to try and get back into the Pizzaplex and find whatever information they could to discover what happened to Vanessa and Gregory or who they were before their identities and memories were destroyed. What bothered him most was something Elizabeth had said in that memory.

Dr. Afton needed Gregory to supplement his memories. Did she mean William Afton? The same malevolent ghost that had haunted the wreckage of Springtrap after the Fazbear Frights fire? How was he still existing when FuriRosa had sworn that she had torn his Remnant apart during the fire of Meera’s old pizzeria?

The door opened again as he was circling his thoughts in a loop and Vincent looked up to see Damian enter the room, clutching a white paper bag in one hand. Ah, he got his medicine then. “Where’s Steph?” he asked, closing his eyes nearly shut as Damien flopped onto the couch with a happy sigh.

“She said she was gonna go see what Meera was up to at Circus Baby’s after dropping me off. Need to talk to Jonathan?” he returned, putting his feet up on the coffee table and ignoring the disapproving look aimed his way.

“I gained some info so yes, please. He can fill you in after,” Vincent told him and tilted his head at Damien’s little frown in response, “Something the matter?”

“Did… something happen here?” the former Fazbear’s Fright guard asked cautiously, rubbing his right hand a little and gripping his wrist, “I’m getting a little bit of a reaction.”

“Vanessa and Gregory came by, I’m still removing traces of Afton infection from the boy,” Vincent replied, gesturing at the couch Damien rested on, “It was a pretty bad nightmare this time.”

“Everything to do with that deranged hack is ‘pretty bad’,” Damien scoffed, throwing his hands behind his head and closing his eyes to sink into himself, “I’ll see Ven later then, have fun with your talk.”

Vincent blinked his eyes fully open again as he sensed the presence of his partner settle into place. “Hey, Jonathan,” he greeted warmly, leaning on the arm of his chair with a wry grin as now-green eyes turned to focus on him intently, “we might need to move up the timetable on breaking back into the Pizzaplex and getting access to the servers in there. We might not have gotten rid of William as completely as we thought….”

[re-pilot-info]

You also changed things of Night Terror? If you do, i wanna hear about it 👀

Mhm! I've changed like. Some things.

-First one being that the dreamscapers actually HAVE parents finally, no magic birth stuff. I found it incredibly weird.

-Vince now has 2 older sisters named Ice and Lights (as in Northern Lights), and they're pretty overbearing for him sometimes but he loves them regardless. He has parents named Fern and Alyxandria, but they're long gone.

-Darren is an iguana-sheep hybrid due to The Boogeyman originally being a sheep, and he had a phobia based on sheep, and after she was. You know. Redeemed, she got with an iguana dreamscaper and boom, hybrid, but the family is mostlt made up of iguanas, so Darren looks more iguana than sheep, but the sheep genes come through when he's in his 30s like his horns. He's also got his poison element back.

-Oak is a tribrid between a cardinal, a crow, and a dove, she's not a woodpecker anymore. It was. Confusing as hell to me.

-Vine is no longer going to be called Vine! I always kept confusing her with Vince due to the spelling being so close, so her placeholder name is Ivy until I can think of something else.

-Plus I don't think this should be a big deal, but I always found it weird how no character in Night Terror was allowed to have the same element, but nothing really expanded on their elements, so as a result, they have two abilities related to their element, or just one.

(For example, Darren just has poison, while Vince has sound manipulation and absolute vocal range)

-Tybalt and The Boogeyman aren't the only gods in this universe, there are many more of them, and they also include Elder Gods, unfortunately a majority of those Elder Gods were killed by the Boogeyman and turned into phobias. (F.T is a prime example, but his info will be in a separate post.)

-Sheriff x F.T might be canon but I'm still thinking about it.

-Vinny can replicate a person entirely, after all, he is the fear of oneself, it wouldn't make sense if he didn't.

[ryukodragonfnaf]

So, you've probably been asked this before, so sorry if I'm making you repeat yourself, but who/what is different in the Reborniverse Revival? How have the characters changed, if at all?

Good question! I don’t remember all of the details, but I’m sure @fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction can correct me on anything I missed ;)

Let’s see - Mike is still the Bite victim, but it was an unintended consequence of his father Andros (the Purple Guy) getting up to his murder-y shenanigans! Andros was never caught, so he’s still alive and free, AND working at Freddy’s when Mike works there. They do have a happy reunion at work, but Mike has no ideya what Andros did - nor what he STILL plans to do..! (spoilers, it involves more murder!)

I believe the Puppet/Marionette holds the soul of Mike’s mother - again, Mike doesn’t realize this, but she recognizes him! Things get tragically complicated~

Jeremy is transgender, and still the best fluffy boy!

Doll is revealed to be a handsome man, even taller than Mike! I don’t believe we know his legal name, but he’s as sweet as any Doll!

Vincent is still around, as Mike’s therapist!

I’m pretty sure the animatronics’ personalities are generally the same, along with the ghost kids, and we still have Scott and Byron and Fritz, but I can’t recall other details beyond this. Avec, if I got anything wrong or missed, let us know! X3

[emilys-locket]

Sadly most of my old old pictures have disappeared but have these!

⭐Bonus self indulgent portraits⭐

Special thanks for these guys for getting me through the rough times and motivating me hopefully times will change for the better and thank you all for the support and i hope you all have a lovely new year!