#west freddy's

[chloesimaginationthings]

Glamrock Freddy feels betrayed by FNAF Roxy..

[west-freddys-offical]

Introductory Post!

Hello everyone, and welcome to the official blog for Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza! At least, the one located on the west side of town! Here we will be posting all kinds of stuff! Trivia, updates about the building, anything regarding parties, all kinds of things! And we’ll also be answering any questions you may have for us! Feel free to ask anything at any time! :]

~ Micheal Afton, location manager

alright, what’s up, i’m lucas, ( @professional-frights-fanboy ) the dude who runs this blog. basically this is an unreality blog where i pretend to be like 7 different characters at once and act like i run and work at a freddy’s lmao

west freddy’s is a location in my frights au, hurricane paranormal society!! it takes the place of the freddy’s toby works at in hide-and-seek and also has a bunch of other canon characters working there, both from the books and games. these characters include toby billings ( hide-and-seek ), stanley ( room for one more ), hudson ( what we found ), jake ( hps phone dude ), micheal afton ( who is not a dead rotting zombie man ), and eggs benedict ( who is his own person separated from micheal. )

as said, i’ll do my best to try and be convincing but i might fall flat. i also might post art here and stuff who knows.

( also obvious disclaimer i have no relation to scott cawthon, steel wool, or anyone else who is related to OFFICIAL fnaf media!! )

anyways yeah, enjoy the blog!! :]

[xxmissrosearts]

Did a redraw of Freddy meeting SpringTrap :0

From a PAX west video (not mine, wish i could’ve been there) where Sauce and Kellen were walking around and interacting with peeps.

[samjakobo]

I also made this and honestly it's better than my original plan

Danbert in FNAF 🔥

[fivenightsnews]

Dawko has met the Mimic.

(Source: https://x.com/dawkosgames/status/1829569962320818261)

[freddysglove]

what the slashers got you for valentine’s day

michael: if he even remembered (which is obviously highly unlikely), his gift would be coming home early and hovering over you for the rest of the evening. in his mind, this is romantic intimacy.

jason: a handful of dandelions from the forest and a big hug.

pinhead (1987): they would just ask you what you wanted and get you exactly that. very straightforward! not really the surprise type.

pinhead (2022): would give you the lament configuration and tell you to choose lauderant/love (it’s a pickup line).

norman bates: roses :>

patrick bateman: money for breast implants.

billy lenz: a live rat he found in the attic.

freddy krueger: permission to borrow his hat for the night. what do you mean you don’t want it? of course you do.

billy loomis: nothing. why do you need a present? is he not enough?

stu macher: extremely expensive jewelry!

harry warden: a box of chocolates (there's no heart inside, pinky promise).

herbert west: would ABSOLUTELY forget and end up spending all day in his lab </3.

art the clown: stolen gifts from his victims. lots of jewelry and even articles of clothing.

tiffany valentine: wine, chocolates, and a LOT of physical affection.

[alynwrench]

Sheriff Sun? Outlaw Moon?

One's a widow trying to move forward and the other's running from his dark past?

Your honor, Married.

[sprinklesharkie]

incredible photos of fnaf at pax west this year from thefnafnews on ig !!

[beepborpdoodledorp]

my pookie shmookies, my scrunkly bunklies, dare i say my blorbo morblos

Reference:

[overly-dramatic-artist]

On the Horizon - prologue

Hello friends! As per the voice of the people, the Wild West au is being written into a fic! I’m still building the world and some plot details, but here is a small little appetizer of a prologue! Thank you for all of the love and enthusiasm that you have shared with me about this au!

The memories of this town remain, like the grains of desert sand caught in the folds of leather boots and saddles. Nothing truly leaves this place. The plant may be plucked, but the roots that get ripped by the stubborn ground are trapped, not unlike the years spent in innocence under the scorching sun and surrounded by the unforgiving mountain range.

You pull on the reign, effectively halting the steed hauling your small wagon you sit upon, as you see the more defined structures of Aurora Springs come into view against the glowing sunlight that sinks lower against the purple mountains. There’s an ache in your chest, a tightness in your lungs as you breathe in the dry air, remnants of your past rushing forward like a dust storm, unyielding as the laughter of childhood wonder and honeyed words of your mother embrace your subconscious.

Her final letter sits in the tight space between your chemise and vest, over your heart and folded just as it had remained for the past 6 years.

And on the opposite side against your hip is your father’s holster and pistol, tucked discreetly into a deep pocket of your skirt.

A letter of love. An object of protection.

The only pieces you had left of your parents that had driven you to abandon the notion of mercy.

You had become a product of this desert, unrelenting and unforgiving.

………..

Some things in life never change. The out of tune piano across the bar. The shattered glass window that has been long since in need of repair. The suede leather chaps Sun had worn for years. The casual look of disdain on his lunar counterpart’s face as patrons yap and jabber. And of course, the unfounded and quite frankly stupid belief of man that this time for sure he will win.

With a round of loud groans and laughs, Sun collects his winnings from the table, much to the anger of the drunk man who had refused to fold before losing everything.

“So sorry, gentlemen, looks like I win again,” the sunny automaton says, the faux-sympathy of his synthetic voice further riling his red-faced opponents.

The man with the heavily oiled mustache and britches two sizes too short frowns, spits at the floor and stands with a screech from his chair.

“You been counting the cards! Ain’t right for a cheater to win.”

“Come now, good sir, I renounce rule-breaking. If you truly thought me a cheat, you shouldn’t have played the game.” Sun tilts his grin towards the man before slowly standing to his impressive height, one hand cradling over the grip of the pistol in his leather holster. “But I suppose we could always settle this like proper men…?”

The glint of the low bar-lighting on the silver gun that hits the angered man’s eye is enough of an answer, and the loser leaves in a huff, stomping away from the table.

Not long after settling all bets and debts, the lunar and solar automatons leave, saddling up their horses roped in the stalls.

”No need wasting a gunshot for the sake of petty cash,” the dark one says, his red eyes reflecting on the black rim of his hat, stomping the last embers of his cigar into the ground.

“You of all should know I don’t take well to being called something so despicable as a cheater,” Sun playfully shoots back. “Besides, I could get a couple rounds more with what I won.”

Moon clicks his teeth at his partner, adjusting the rifle slung over his back before signaling with the reins for Astraea to start moving. The horse brays, leading Calliope to follow.

As usual, the lunar bot remains silent for the ride through town, keeping his gaze forward. Sun was good at filling the silence, or at the very least, making the pair seem slightly less intimidating to onlookers. Their line of work came with that deadly connotation, and they lived up to their titles, but a bit of charm and camaraderie was useful for keeping the townsfolk in good favor. A nod to the miners coming back from the canyons, a wink at the courtesans on the corner.

Passing one of the bulletin boards by town hall, Moon pulls the reins to a halt with a hum. Sun looks where his partner is fixing his eyes, an identical smile pulling his lips. On the rotting wood bulletin is a newly pinned poster. A wanted poster. With an intriguingly high priced bounty wanted alive.

“I was looking forward to a weekend fixing that fence in the east pasture…” Sun says, pulling the poster down, letting his fingers trace over the details of the pretty face printed in ink, “…but I can’t pass up such an offer.”

His lunar lover laughs with a shake of his head.

“Does it say where they last were?”

“Stormridge, headed west.” Sun passes the paper to Moon. “Could already be here in town.”

The red-eyed bot hums, pulling a cigarette from his coat pocket and lighting it with the exposed wire on his wrist with a hiss. He lets his systems take in the smoke, the tarry buildup caressing the roughness within his casing. With an artificial exhale, he looks back at his partner.

“I suppose we should go get those rounds then.”

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Ahhhhhhhh!!! I hope that is enticing and intriguing for a beginning!

And for anyone who hasn’t seen this au before, here are some of my sketches for it 💖

[peteculver224416]

Jackie in my art style

[evevoli]

photos from PAX!

[starlit-bug]

This is the ultimate showdown (of ultimate destiny)

[salty-rey]

I found the location!!

I was out in the area when I realized that I could go and find it. I thought it was closer in the main Hollywood area, but it was further west. No big deal.

Lucky that I got to see it before its removal.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Do-Over-December Masterlist.

December 1st. Red Lace. Freddy Krueger. NSFW.

December 4th. Fireplace Sex. Mayor Buckman. NSFW.

December 5th. Mistletoe. Leslie Vernon. NSFW.

December 8th. Threesome. Poly!Chiffany. NSFW.

December 10th. Mirror Sex. Bo Sinclair. NSFW.

December 11th. Candy Cane. Poly!Ghostface. NSFW.

December 14th. Blindfold. NN! Freddy Krueger. NSFW.

December 16th. 69. Sam Wescott. NSFW.

December 17th. Choking. Vincent Sinclair. NSFW.

December 18th. Public Sex. Doc Halloran. NSFW.

December 19th. Ice And Handcuffs. Herbert West. NSFW.

December 20th. Role Reversal. Billy Loomis. NSFW.

December 24th. Santa And Spanking. Freddy Krueger. NSFW.

December 26th. Sugar And Knife play. Buddy Swanson. NSFW.

December 28th. Red Lipstick. Lester Sinclair. NSFW.

December 30th. Begging. Leslie Vernon. NSFW.

December 31st. New Year's Sex. Stu Macher. NSFW.

[fivenightsnews]

StupidButterfly shared a video of a Caution Bot! Additionally, people sang Happy Birthday to Freddy Fazbear!

(Caution Bot: https://x.com/StupidButterfIy/status/1829702410840773117)

(Happy Birthday: https://x.com/TheGeeklyGrind/status/1829573285082014167)