#workin for the pizzeria

[arrowsperpetualcringe]

The wibbledy wobbledy

[rubiehart]

when john b is wanted by the cops, leopard!reader uses her pretty privilege to get the pogues some sustenance in the form of shitty pizza.

the roughed up teens sit in the crowded truck, seats reclined to keep them out of view of any passers-by who were drooling for that reward money. the yellow-ish light coming from the ‘urban slice’ sign illuminated the side walk, casting eerie shadows across the faces of the teens and distorted reflections against the windows.

“does anyone have any more cash to contribute?” clearly irritated, pope tries again, shaking the few coins he has in the palm of his hand, giving expected looks towards everyone. the silence was all the evidence he needed and he lets out a long sigh.

“dude, i’m so hungry i could eat my own arm.” jj pipes up, throwing his head back against the seat and flopping his arm around for empasis. the girl with her head on his lap gives him a sideways look, teeth crunching down loudly on the hard candy, completely unamused by his antics.

“only time i’ll agree with jj.” kiara adds from the driver’s seat, throwing an arm over her eyes and groaning. jj scoffs. “how much you got pope?” the second girl asks, sitting up from her laying position against jj and eyeing up pope expectedly. “uh-“ he starts, jingling the coins around between his palms to count. “79 cents.” he almost winces, eyes flitting to the girls face as she throws herself back against the leather seat with a groan. “great.”

“will you all shut up, for even five seconds? please.” john b asks with his eyebrows furrowed, turning his body to face the three in the backseat, eyes trained specifically on the girl with a short temper. “acting like i can’t hear your stomach rumbling from here.” she quips back, arms crossed over her chest, an equally unamused expression on her face.

huffing impatiently, she takes one last glance at her unhelpful friends, reaching over pope to pull the handle of the door. “since none of you losers wanna help-“ she starts, climbing over pope’s stunned body and jumping down onto the pavement, her sneakers smacking the concrete. “i’ll just do this myself.”

“um- i know i’m not the plan guy but i’m not really seein’ how this is workin’ out.” john b adds from the front seat, eyeing her suspiciously through the dirty window and she rolls her eyes, a little grin gracing her lips, teeth glinting in the shifty light.

“i got this. ‘kay?” she directs the questions at everyone, but her eyes are still trained on john b’s, blinking slowly as his eyes widen ever so slightly, his whole attitude seemingly changing. “uh- yeah whatever, be safe n’ stuff.” he nods, ignoring jj’s teasing from the backseat.

she gives everyone a once over, returning kiara’s supportive thumbs up with sticking her tongue out, slamming the car door and starting towards the borderline abandoned pizzeria.

she pushes open the door, big smile on her face directed to the only person behind the counter, a boy about her age, his cheeks noticeably redden as he looks her over, he hesitantly returns a little smile as she shoves her hands into the back pockets of her shorts, back arched a little and tits pushed forward as she eyes up the menu overhead.

her eyes are big and innocent as she blinks slowly at the menu, eyes flitting to his once she’d decided. “could i please get a large pizza, deep dish.“ she starts, eyes trained on him intently as he nods, stabbing nervously at the shitty screen, attempting to take her order.

“um- what toppings?” he hiccups out, her eyes widen a little and she pouts her lips a little, looking to the side as if she was thinking. “hmm..” she mumbles, bouncing on her heels a little, boobs practically in his face as she reels of her incessant list of toppings.

“cool. uh- will that be all?” he asks, scratching behind his ear awkwardly as he tries to keep his eyes on her face. “mhm. and a strawberry milkshake, extra whipped cream.” she smiles, rapping her nails against the chipped marble counter, tips of his ears reddening as he processes the order and quickly scurries into the back without another word.

she smirks to herself, pulling out her phone and swiping onto whatever app to pass the time, elbows leaning against the counter as the guy sneaks glances at her whilst sprinkling olives onto her pizza.

sliding her order across the counter to her. “that’ll be $12.95.” he nods, and she smiles, a little too confidently for someone who currently doesn’t even have a cent to her name. “for sure.”

she reaches into her bra, purposely making a show of dipping hem of her tank down to show the lace of her bra. “oh shoot.” she whispers, theatrically patting down the rest of her pockets and sighing when she expectedly finds nothing, concealing her smirk at the way his gaze followed her hands, shamlessly taking up and down her body as she pouted.

“i must’ve forgot my purse..” she mumbles, throwing one hand down at her side, giving her best puppy eyes to the scrawny boy and he goes red, something that seemed to be routine for him. “uh, y’know what, it’s on the house. closing up this shit hole in half an hour or so anyways-“ he coughs up the excuse, clearly a lie but she was thankful anyway.

“really?” she smiles, canines gleaming as she picks up the pizza box, milkshake in the other hand, wrapping her lips around the shitty paper straw and taking an overly suggestive sip, eyes closed and fluttering as she lets out a pleasured noise.

“that’s really good.” she smiles, he’s bright red by this point and she’s feeling a little bad, although she does take pride in making perverted men uncomfortable, he seemed sweet so she left it at that. “see ya!” she turns on her heel, waving behind her as the little bell above the door chimes to signal her exit, sneakers tapping against the concrete as she slides open the truck door again, the smell of freshly baked pizza filling the senses of the starved teens.

“someone order a pizza?”

[the-iron-general]

Ok so if Uzi’s workin’ at Freddy’s Pizzeria, then where the hell is N working???

[collectalong]

GET TO KNOW ME!

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑(𝐒): green! and purple, and orange, and blue, and

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑(𝐒): i really like the snap of squid, and the crunchiness of a ovenbaked fried chicken tender. but those aren't really flavors, are they... ? i like sweet rich stuff! i like savory stuff! i like refreshing stuff! yum yum!

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂: support ur indie producers ok? i particularly love both acoustic, and noise music where it sounds like theyre tossing a bunch of hammers in your brain.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄(𝐒): NOPE!! Knives Out!! Everything Everywhere All At Once!!! the raggedy ann and andy: a musical adventure movie is a comfort too ^_^.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: adventure time ALLL THE WAY BABY.

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: 9. Birth of the Flower (Seagreen) by Candy Claws, off their album Ceres & Calypso in the Deep Time (i got their anniversary record on vinyl!)

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: i think the last one i watched thru was murder drones, as of this moment...

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄: Five Nights at Freddys Movie :) i got it on DVD for the special featurettes! the pizzeria was an entire building and not a bunch of disconnected sets and that blows my mind every day

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆: house of leaves, and i promise, this is an omen for the future. :) also currently and slowly reading thru one piece!

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆: ive honestly just been absorbing anything fnaf related i can like its medicine FHDDJTDTJFYJFFK

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍: slowly workin through my drafts as you can see teehee. also slowly drawing a few pieces for an rp server im in, its got a frutiger aero aesthetic and its pretty cool to translate that to fashion ^_^

tagged by: @mouffete THANK YE!!!!

[p1zzabrainz]

You can’t erase the tower existence. Even if you were to clear the rubble, the foundations remain. Good. Bad. It’s all still there underneath. The question becomes what will you build in its place?

" But yknow? I have a feeling that becus' of Peppino n' his friends, I wont have to no more. "

" I mean.. You can tell theyre workin, but we're all here for im. We've all.. Gone through a lot these past few months. Gus' is keepin him company when we cant. "

( @squid-ink-on-toast )

" Well.. Phil is gettin his studio back together, "

" Theo n' his wife are workin with Peppino's bud to get their cafe back, "

" Peppino and Gus' have been runnin the pizzeria like normal, "

" As fer' me and Bruno? After the tower fell, we became.. "

[goldenfreddys]

september ‘04, cont.— ndn summer, babe!

A batch of frybread didn't take much: just flour, oil, water and a little bit of baking powder. Simple, easy, difficult to mess up. Most vitally, Nadia liked it. She liked it when she was sad, when she was sick, and even when she seemed to have lost her appetite completely.

Jeremy had one of his mixtapes playing quietly from an old stereo on the counter as he cooked. The dough had been largely trial and error, given measuring spoons weren't exactly on the top of the priority list when it came to getting stuff for their apartment, but it looked good nonetheless.

He flinched hard as a sudden knock came on the door. The puck of dough he was holding hit the oil with a tad too much force, sending small, hot droplets onto his hands.

Jeremy swore quietly and rushed to run some cold tap water over his skin. Another string of knocks.

“Can y'all hold your horses for a minute?!”

He heard a muffled apology from outside. After a couple seconds, he turned off the tap and dried his hands. He twisted the knob on the stove to low heat then headed over to open the door.

Two people stood outside.

“Hey, cousin!” The girl with straight brown hair and long, beaded tassel earrings greeted him.

Jeremy started quickly adding up her features in his head.

“... Chantelle?”

“And Tate. We brought food.” Her older brother added, holding out a foil covered dish.

Both of them were taller than Jeremy remembered, though that was unsurprising given how long ago he last saw them in person. He vaguely remembered spending a summer—maybe sophomore year—with his uncle and cousins, helping them work the trapline. The mosquitos were thick as a veil that year.

Jeremy let them in, then went back to the stove to finish cooking the frybread, nodding along as Chantelle chattered.

“So where are you workin’ now, Remy?”

“Stuck doing graveyard shifts as a security guard.” he said, far more focused on trying to flip the frybread with a fork against the side of the pan without splashing more oil on himself.

“She asked where.” Tate interjected flatly.

The dough sizzled. He managed to get the bottom side perfectly fried, which was a rare feat to accomplish on the first piece— usually, you had to poke around a bit with the stove temperature and cooking time as you went.

“Sorry, uh... One sec.”

Jeremy grabbed a paper plate from the cupboard and put it down by the stove before continuing hesitantly, “... The new pizza place.”

“Freddy’s? Say sike,” Chantelle groaned.

“I told you not to go promising auntie we’d look out for his dumb ass. Doomed from the start.”

“My bad. I assumed most people wouldn't wanna work at the murder arcade.”

Though Chantelle was flippant about it, the way she spoke had a weight to it that surpassed the mere superstition that had surrounded the pizzeria for years. He felt like he might have missed a community notice from the municipality reminding him that the animatronics at the local Freddy’s Pizza, for reasons unknown, become lethally aggressive at night.

Jeremy sighed, “It- uh, gets worse. I’m only making 6.75 an hour, too.”

“My friend’s brother worked there for a while. They haven’t seen him in weeks, but someone found his car in the lake a few days ago.” Chantelle stated, “Not like the cops are gonna do anything, though. They’re fuckin’ allergic to the place.”

“I know. It’s temporary.”

“That’s what everyone says! Then they get killed or get real fucked up, like that Afton guy.”

“Said I know.” Jeremy repeated, though it came out much harsher than he wanted, “... Sorry. I-I just gotta make rent until I hear back from somewhere else, okay?”

He piled hot frybread onto the paper plate and set it down on the beat-up dinner table Nadia had snagged off the side of the road. The room was in desperate need of a subject change.

“You gonna tell me what you brought?”

“Rabbit roast. Dad cut off the head so you wouldn't act like a baby about it.” Tate nudged him teasingly.

“Tell him I said thanks.”

Jeremy felt deep in his gut that this was going to be a phenomenal mistake; though, in his head, he felt a fresh wave of nauseating pain shooting through his temples.

Eventually, his cousins went on their way. Jeremy switched the stereo off, then sighed.

Though he’d spent the duration of their visit waiting for them to leave, a feeling of dread began to pool in his chest. Dimly, thick-fingered beams of light reached through the partially drawn blinds above the sink.

He forced himself to step away from the counter. The pills Dr. Miller gave him were still in his bag, which was on a chair by the door. He took a deep breath, held it for a moment, then exhaled. The bottle was orange with a child resistant cap—fairly standard affair—though entirely unlabelled. No instructions on dosage, nor how and when to take them. Hesitantly, he opened the bottle and took one of the round tablets out. Light purple, round, no imprint number, scored on one side.

The taste of coppery tap water lingered in his mouth with something oddly sweet after he swallowed the tablet.

[fablewritesnonsense]

Welcome to the Pizzaplex

Felix is a graphic design student at the local community college, coming in from out of state to get his degree. But degrees cost money and after his grades slipped the tiniest bit, he lost his scholarship. Go figure. Thankfully the local entertainment complex, Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzeria Complex, has offered him a high paying paying position in the Daycare. During the day shifts he'll take care of the kids, during the night shifts he watches the daycare bot and makes sure he doesn't get into any trouble.

There's plenty of red flags along the way, but it's not until his first night shift that he truly understands why his roommate warned him not to work for Fazbear Inc.

You can thank @justaduckarts for this one

Chapter One: The Introductions

“Felix, my brother in Christ, what compelled you to actually take a job at the Pizzaplex?” asked Lennox, his roommate, as they broke down from their podcast recording.

“Thirty dollars an hour,” Felix said, putting up the stack of library books in the basket to go home. “And, and, a Fazbear Scholarship. They’re going to let me work on classwork while I’m at the desk, Lennox.” Felix tossed his braid of bright green hair over his shoulder and put the mics in their box. “Honestly, Jaq daring me to apply was the best thing that she’s ever done for me.”

Lennox raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow at him, “This isn’t a stupid tattoo, Felix. This is Fazbear we’re talking about!” Felix snorted.

“I swear, you locals are so uptight about Fazbear but that doesn’t stop anyone from going to the complex. Hell, you had us take you there for your nineteenth birthday!” He laughed. Lennox stood up, their slim frame extending itself to it’s full five feet ten inches to look two inches down at him.

“There’s a difference,” they said softly. “I’d tell you, but it’s too late now for you to back out,” they said, turning and walking away.

“That’s not fair!” Felix said, stomping after them. “I might!”

“Nope! You’ve locked yourself into this Faustian bargain, time for you to learn from your actions!” they said, striding down the hall and slamming the door behind them. Felix huffed and continued breaking down without them.

“Passive aggressive ass bitch,” he muttered, looking into the box again “… all of their books were based on Faustian bargains.”

***

Perhaps he should have admitted they were right when he was going through the paperwork and saw that there was a waiver he’d signed that was summed up to: “I agree that Fazbear Incorporated is not responsible for any grievous bodily mutilation and/or death that will happen as a result of our animatronics.”

And that was just the legal language he understood.

But, he refused to acknowledge that maybe Lennox knew what they were talking about. Instead, he showed up to his first day and sat through the eight hour training day, meticulously taking notes.

The next morning he had to show up an hour before they opened, to run around the Pizzaplex and meet everyone. Because apparently the bots didn’t react well when they saw you backstage and hadn’t gotten a chance to meet you.

He was first taken through Rockstar Row to meet the Glamrocks. His new manager, a scrangly old man with a gray combover and a beer belly named Scott, took him into the main area, where they could see all the windows into the rooms. Felix had seen the bots a few times from a distance, but mostly had seen the merch.

“All Glamrocks please report to me,” Scott said into a walkie-talkie. Felix watched them all stop what they were doing and look up. “I’m the lead mechanic.” that was whispered proudly into Felix’s ears, and he thought he could smell gas station nachos on the old man’s breath.

“And you’re in chare of me, why?” Felix asked. Apparently that wasn’t the correct response, based off the sour look that he received.

Felix looked way from Scott, and almost screamed. Each of the bots had moved to tower over them, all staring at Felix with giant glowing eyes.

“Hey guys, this is Felix, he’s going to be working in the daycare with Sun and Moon,” Scott said, motioning to Felix. Each of their eyes blinked in and out a few times, as if they were processing this information. “Felix, have you met them before? With backstage passes or anything?”

“Nope, sure haven’t,” Felix squeaked, leaning into the wall.

“Well, everyone, introduce yourselves,” Scott said, waving a hand to Felix.

“Hello Superstar! I’m Freddy Fazbear!” Freddy said warmly, waving a hand.

“You don’t have to call him Superstar Freddy, he’s not a guest,” Scott said with a sigh.

“Nice to meet you, Freddy,” Felix said with a nod.

“I’m Roxy, feel free to stop by and tell me how much you love my music,” Roxy said, extending her hand. Felix nodded at Roxy and held up his own, recently painted fingernails.

“Sorry, just got them done,” he said to get out of whatever she might want him to do.

“A man with style, I like it,” she said with a toothy smile that almost made Felix wet his pants.

“Monty Gator,” Monty said, boring holes into Felix with his eyes.

“Sup,” Felix squeaked, pressing himself further into the wall before looking to Chica.

She… screeched at him.

“Chica?” Scott asked. She screeched at Scott too. Scott heaved a sigh and picked up the walkie. “Guys, I’m sending Chica down to you. Her voicebox isn’t working. Again. Chica, scooch on to your service elevator. Go on.” chica looked at him for a very long moment, but eventually turned around and made her way back to her room.

“So, that’s not normal?” Felix asked.

“It’s why she doesn’t sing,” Roxy said with a laugh, pretending to toss her hair back.

“No, but parts and services should take care of her,” Scott said. Felix couldn’t help but notice the sideways looks the animatronics gave him. Suddenly he was wondering what the fuck happened in the background here.

“Okay then…” Felix said.

“Alright guys, you’re free to continue getting ready for the day,” Scott said, and the bots wasted no time getting back to their rooms. “Alright, next stop, DJ Music Man. And if you’re ever down there and see Freddy getting too close, get him headed the other direction. He goes absolutely apeshit on the dance floor, took out some wet-floor bots that way.” Felix quirked an eyebrow at him for that, but got ignored.

The DJ almost gave Felix a heart attack when he crawled out of his ceiling hole, and most definitely took a few years off his life, but Scott ignored this and all but dragged him out.

“Last stop is daycare,” Scott said, leading him towards the area that actually mattered.

“Cool, I hope Sun isn’t as scary as that bastard,” Felix wheezed, leaning on the wall of the elevator as they traveled to the ground floor from the Fazcade.

“Nah, Sun is specifically designed to be child friendly,” Scott said. “So unless you’re a wimp, you’ll be fine. I’m not going to shit with you though, DJ Music Man still scares me. And, be careful if you’re in the vents. He’s got mini-mes on security detail there.” Felix was so flabbergasted that he had no clue what to say to that.

The doors opened up and Scott led him to the giant doors that lead into the daycare. A swipe of a badge and they opened, letting them both into the colorful soft-play area.

“Sun, report to the daycare security desk,” Scott said into his walkie talkie after not seeing the bot. “So, here’s where you’ll mostly be. You had your first aid training yesterday, right?”

“Yeah?” Felix said.

“Cool, so in case you and Sun can’t stop one of the kids from doing something stupid, here’s a first aid kit,” Scott said, kicking the box that had a picture of Chica in a weirdly sexualized nurse’s outfit. “Sun’s usually pretty good, and Moon’s alright with the kids. But, unless there’s an emergency, stay behind the desk.”

“I can do that,” Felix said, sitting down in one of the chairs.

“Oh, actually,” Scott said, looking around. “Let me get you a map of the backup generators. Just in case the lights go full out while the kids aren’t having naptime.” Felix frowned.

“Can he not turn them on himself?” Felix asked. Scott snorted and shook his head.

“And I’d suggest you get to them fast, don’t want Moon out too long,” Scott said, pulling a map out of his bag and handing it to Felix.

“Wait, how does he work-” Felix was cut off as a gangly jester appeared from the ballpit.

“Hi hi hi!” Sun said, skipping over languidly. Felix’s jaw dropped, realizing just how tall this thing was.

“Sun, this is Felix, he’s your new Daycare Attendant! He’s just here in case things get spotty and you need help,” Scott said.

“Awwww, but what if he wants to join in our fun and games?” Sun asked, waving his arms around cartoonishly. Scott sighed and looked at Felix.

“Well Sun, you see, Felix here has to take classes, so if you want to play, make sure he’s not busy, okay?” Scot said, giving Felix a look. Felix nodded.

“Yup, gotta make sure I’m not in the middle of homework, bud,” he said.

“Got it!” sun said. “Oh we’re going to have so much fun when there’s no homework!” Sun said, skipping away.

“Did you actually mean that or…”

“If you bored out of your mind you can interact with the kids, just keep a walkie on you just in case,” Scott said. “Just tell him you’ve got homework, bring a book or something if you have to. The only other thing you’ll have to do is handle pick-up. Sun automatically sends reports of the children’s behaviors through the day to the cloud, which is put in a document you can access. Just hand that to the families when they get picked up and maybe chat with the parents for a minute if you have to.” Felix nodded and plopped his backpack down out of sight.

“And if the kids get behind the desk?”

“They know better,” Scott said before leaving. “Have fun kid!” Scott said, tossing a walkie pack over to Felix.

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[onthenightwatch]

Idk if she broke in before or during your time as a nightguard.

Coulda done it while you were sleeping lol.

We used to hang out after school at Fredbear’s Family Diner when we were teens,

We loved the pizza (cheap, good, customisable? What more could you ask for?), loved the vibes, and we loved those two golden animatronics/fursuits.

I even got a part time job there over the summer once (dayshift as a waitress), that’s when I found out about Mr. Afton’s whole fursona thing.

I was asked by Henry to go get William for a performance (there was a rule about only him being allowed to wear Springbonnie, shoulda clued us in lol), and I walked in on him doing finances inside the Springbonnie suit.

We kinda just stared at each other for a while before we talked about why I was there, ignoring the fursona thing.

When I told my friend, she IMMEDIATELY began scouting the place to find out more about William’s sitch with the Springbonnie suit.

She found some old character notes that explicitly stated that Springbonnie was nonbinary. And that the character existed for a LONG while, like into Mr. Afton’s teen years lol.

She’s always loved those characters, and despite how hard she’s tried, she just couldn’t create a fursuit close enough to the OG designs,

So, according to a mutual friend of ours, one night they were hanging out together, and whilst the mutual friend was on the edge of falling asleep, she decided to go break into Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria to see if she could steal the suits, or even just the designs or something. Our mutual friend wasn’t all that there, so they didn’t really process this until the next morning when she woke them up.

Anyway, she ended up finding some notes, she described them to look like the ones I knew existed for the suited up performers back at Fredbear’s, safety guides and the likes.

She then ranted about how there was metal clanging, and Foxy was humming his little “doo dum diddly um” thing, and apparently saw the fucker running about and prancing and shit.

I recently asked our mutual friend, and turns out: that night (before she decided to break into Freddy’s) they ate some funky looking mushrooms. So yeah. I’m gonna go see her and help her out soon, I’m not gonna let her go full on delulu over some drug fuelled hallucinations.

Interesting part is the safety guides, which are… actually quite disturbing. The animatronics are actually made wearable by something called Spring Locks. Which, basically, pin the animatronic bits to the edges of the suit. Sounds good, right? Nope! The springlocks are DANGEROUSLY fragile. Too much jostling? SNAP. Get a tad bit too wet? SNAP. Just a minor human error, and SNAP. You’re writhing in agony, and if you’re particularly unlucky: no more vocal chords, so you can’t scream. And if you’re secluded? You might just not be found soon enough.

Worst part? I recently did some digging, and found out that, well, springlocks 100% definitely killed a kid.

Don’t know who exactly, but a kid was being bullied by some older kids, who one day brought him up to Fredbear’s mouth, and due to the kid’s tears, Fredbear’s mouth chomped down on his head.

Like, I already knew of this, can’t live in Hurricane Utah when Fredbear’s was closing down and NOT hear about The Bite Of ‘83, but I never knew this much about HOW it happened…

I’ve been workin’ here a while, so it was probably during my time here. I must’ve been asleep. Fuck. Don’t bring any of this up with my boss, please.

And uh, jeez, that’s a LOT.

I know about ‘83, I mean, how could I not? I was there.

And some of this other stuff I knew, too. Not that stuff about the suits and my bosses in their teens, though. I’ll have to do a bit of fact checking on that one.

That’s a lot of info in one ask, though. Props to you for typing all of that out!

Please make sure your mutual friend doesn’t break in again.

[prizecxrner]

@musesofthemoon​ said: 💭 + The Pizzeria From Your Childhood

Choose a topic. | Accepting!

A small laugh comes from the man as he sits back in his chair. 

“ Curious, eh? Can’t really blame you. Not a lotta’ people know ‘bout the first location. ”

A little hum, he adjusts his shirt. “ I know I got a video somewhere o’the place, but...there wasn’t always pizzerias. Everythin’ started with a lil’ place called Fredbear’s Family Diner, back in th’late seventies. It opened in ‘78, I think. ” A small chuckle followed after, before he continued.

“ Like I said, it was small. Jus’ a few rooms. Only two animatronics, too. Fredbear ‘n Bonnie. A bear ‘n a bunny, if it wasn’ obvious before. They were both golden—an’ y’could wear’em as suits, but they had endoskeletons on th’inside too. I remember m’dad had some spare simple suits too, I think. Fer when the springlocks weren’t workin’ properly, if I remember right. ”

There’s a long pause, as his expression sours. 

“ ...It had a good run. Closed in th’mid eighties after a couple’a...incidents. Then, th’pizzerias o’later times were born. I worked at one. Ran the prize corner fer a good while. ”

[simonrriley]

William! How did you meet Void? And what was your first thought about him?

“He started workin’ as a security guard over at the Pizzeria, so I had to screen him for it and whatnot,” he explained. “I thought he was nice. Pretty cute.”

[laresearchette]

Tuesday, March 02, 2021 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: NEW AMSTERDAM (Global) 10:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT SOUL OF A NATION (ABC Feed) THE FLASH (Premiering on March 04 on Netflix Canada)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME/CRAVE/NETFLIX CANADA/CBC GEM:

AMAZON PRIME DISPATCHES FROM ELSEWHERE (Season 1)

NETFLIX CANADA WORD PARTY (Season 5)

MLB BASEBALL (TSN2) 1:00pm: Rays vs. Red Sox

NHL HOCKEY (SNWest/SNOntario/SNEast) 7:00pm: Flyers vs. Penguins (TSN2/TSN5) 7:00pm: Sens vs. Habs (SNPacific/TSN3) 8:00pm: Canucks vs. Jets (SNPacific/SNWest) 10:00pm: Oilers vs. Canucks

NBA BASKETBALL (TSN/TSN4) 7:30pm: Pistons vs. Raptors (SN1) 7:30pm: Clippers vs. Celtics (SN/SN1) 10:00pm: Suns vs. Lakers

KIM’S CONVENIENCE (CBC) 8:00pm: Appa and Kimchee enjoy an impromptu hangout together; Janet and Umma find an envelope of money in the store; Jung and Shannon struggle to watch TV together.

CHOPPED SWEETS (Food Network Canada) 8:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE):  The competing chefs endeavor to make bright and bold fruit-themed desserts; a tropical drink and a chewy snack keep the chefs' minds spinning in round one; punch and pavlova make for an alluring, alliterative pair in the second round.

22 MINUTES (CBC) 8:30pm:  As rumors of an election swirl, federal political parties try new ways of appealing to voters; weddings in the time of COVID; Canada's answer to K-Pop

WORKIN' MOMS (CBC) 9:00pm: Kate walks farther into the lioness's den with Sloane; Anne starts her new job; Alice gets closer with her new boyfriend; Jenny discovers her secret office romance with MCP might not be exactly what she expected.

HUDSON & REX (City) 9:00pm: Charlie and Rex are in grave danger as they find themselves captives of a kidnapper seeking vengeance.

EASTER BASKET CHALLENGE (Food Network Canada) 9:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): The Easter Bunny takes center stage as host Sunny Anderson welcomes seven bakers; they attempt to wow the judges, chefs Jordan Andino and Claudia Sandoval, with their jelly bean-inspired pop art pastry tarts and oversized confections.

NARCO WARS (Nat Geo Canada) 9:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE):   Interviews reveal how criminals pioneered the cocaine business in the '70s and early '80s.

TALLBOYZ (CBC) 9:30pm: Virtual reality can be so much better than the real thing; the Boyz have a chore stand-off; it's still cool to be emo; a pizzeria jingle is hard to memorize and even harder to forget. HEAVY RESCUE: 401 (Discovery Canada) 10:00pm:  Mitch from B&G joins forces with John Allen to clean up a triple collision and a badly leaking tanker; a newly promoted rotator op fights a trailer that's ripping in two; Kevin rushes to clear a wreck in time for an important family milestone.

TYLER PERRY’S RUTHLESS (BET Comedy) 10:00pm:   Brian realizes his new case hits closer to home than he realized.

[hornsbeforehalos]

All I Need

Paring: RSJ x OFC ( @sorenmarie87) Warnings: RPF, Fluff. A/N: This is for my 300 Follower Contest winner, @sorenmarie87 <3 Thank you for following me, love, you’re amazing as always <3 *DO NOT REPOST MY WORK ANYWHERE. I WILL FIND YOU.* No disrespect is intended towards RSJ and his family. They’re amazing. Song Lyrics are from “All I Need,” By Louden Swain.  Request: Ohh could I get an RSJ drabble - with the OFC named Mel.  Fluff would work for this~  could it be a combo of these two prompts? "Imagine person A of your OTP relentlessly flirting with B in public, just to see B blush." and “I thought you were my friend so I slapped your ass in greeting" Tags: @aquivercactus @srj1990 @dragongirl420 @docharleythegeekqueen  @jesbakescookies  @make-things-beautiful2  @through-thesilver-lining @sorenmarie87  @daddy-kink-confirmed @redm81 @reigningqueenofwords  

“Rob! Rich! It’s so good to see you two!” She shouted as she darted towards them, arms outstretched as she jumped into Rob’s waiting embrace.

“It’s good to see you too, Mel!” He laughed back, snaking his arms around her shoulders to hug her tightly. 

-SMACK-

“OW! Richard!” She screeched in surprise, jerking away from Rob to rub her redening behind, “What the fuck!?”

“What? I thought you were my friend? I slap all my friends’ asses in greeting,” Richard said innocently, smile curling his face as he admired the blush creeping up over her neck to her cheeks. 

“Sure you do, Rich, sure you do.” Robbie commented, shaking his head as he chuckled at him. 

They stood in line at the little pizzeria, waiting for their turn, and Richard couldn’t help himself. He threw his arm around her shoulders, nudging her closer to his side and planted a smacking kiss to the side of her face, enjoying the even deeper shade of red that painted her features. 

“Why do you torment the poor girl, dude?” Rob giggled with a sigh, rolling his eyes at his friends abrasiveness. It wasn’t lost on him how they both felt about each other, Hell, it was fucking obvious as shit, but neither of them had the gall to actually do anything about it for some reason. 

“Because it’s fun, Bob-o! I mean, look, look at that pretty little face! I can’t help that I just want to kiss those cheeks every time I see them!”

“Jesus Christ,” She breathed, ears burning as she took a step forward, her eyes squinting to read the menu in front of them, “You’re ridiculous.”

“You love it.” Richard grinned back, tightening his grip on her shoulder slightly and bumping his hip into hers playfully. 

‘I love you, you buffoon,’ She thought to herself, flapping her lips as she exhaled deeply, trying to calm her nerves.

“What can I get ya?” The cashier asked, looking at the three expectantly. 

“I’ll have a calzone, please, and Bob-o would like a piece of the supreme, and for the beautiful little princess, here, will have that amazing smelling speghetti you got workin’ over there.” RIchard replied, ruffling Mel’s hair before kissing the crown of her head. 

“You know me too well,” She giggled as she peered up at him, smile beaming. 

Chuckling again, he maneuvered her to stand directly in front of him while they waited on their food, wrapping both arms around her shoulders and clasping his hands behind her neck, “I make it a point to pay attention, sweetheart. Especially to you.”

She looked away shyly, lips planted in a smile that hardly ever waivered when he was around her. 

Their food came and they found a quiet corner booth to sit down in, Richard squishing her against thew all practically as he pressed against her as close as possible. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin at his closeness, sending a delightful flutter of butterflies directly to his belly. 

“So,” Rob started, munching into his slice and wiping his mouth wiht a napkin as he chewed, “You comin’ to the show tomorrow, Mel?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, it’s been too long since I’ve seen you guys play.” Mel replied, twirling the noodles and sauce over her fork. She looked up to Richard, catching him smiling down at her, “You’ll be there too, right Richie?”

His heart skipped a beat at the use of the nickname, his bright eyes twinkling in the low light of the resturant and the sunshine peeking through the window, “You know it, baby cakes. I’ll be there with a shot glass waiting for you,” 

“You know I don’t drink, Rich,” She giggled, shaking her head before bringing her bite to her mouth, chewing slowly and savoring the taste before swallowing, “Remember what happened last time you tried to feed me alcohol?”

“Oh, come on, you turn the cutest shade of pink when you’re drunk.” He replied, amusement coating his words, “Plus, you know I’ll take care of you if you puke again.”

“Just watch my shoes,” Rob added with his own smirk.

Her skin burned at the memory, her hands darting up to cover her face as she shook her head in embarrassment, “You hate me, don’t you, Richard?”

“Quite the opposite, actually,” Rob snarked, earning him a kick to the shin under the table and a glare from his best friend, whose own cheeks flushed over at the teasing. 

“Okay, so I’ll be sure to keep the Shirley Temples flowing all night, how’s that sound?” Rich promised, taking a rather large bite of the calzone he’d ordered and successfully dripping sauce all over his scruffy chin.

“Jesus, you eat like an animal!” Rob commented, barking out a laugh as he took his own bite. 

Mel’s finger instantly darted out to relieve his beard of the sauce it’d gathered, drying Richard’s mouth as he watched her pop the digit between her lips to suck it off.

‘God damn, she doesn’t even know.’ he thougth, his one tongue darting out to wet his parched lips as his pupils visibly darkened at the sight before him. 

The trio finished their meals and exited the restaurant, Rob and Rich standing with her as she fished her keys out of her purse.

“It’s so good to have you guys in town, even for a couple of days. I missed you both so much.” She smiled, finding her keychain and pressing the unlock button, “I can’t wait to see you play tomorrow.” 

“We missed you too, hun. Some of us more than others.” Rob quirked as he reeled her in for a hug, his eyebrows wagging in Richard’s direction, earning him another blush from the woman. 

“See you tomorrow, Melly,” Richard said as she pulled away from Rob and stepped into his open arms, “Let us know when you’re O-T-W so I know to look for you.”

“You got it, see you tomorrow.” She replied sweetly, giving them a small wave goodbye as she crawled into her car.

As promised, when Mel walked into the venue with her hair curled perfectly and her makeup just right, Richard was waiting with a Sprite and Grenadine in his hand right by the bar beside the entrance. His chest flipped and he actually gasped, like one of those scenes when the groom sees his bride for the first time walking down the isle. 

She tilted her head to the side owlishly as she approached him, her brows furrowed slightly, “Is something wrong?”

Blinking twice, he regained his composure quickly before grasping her shoulders, smile beaming across his face as he commented, “Well, don’t you look a-mothereffing-mazing!”

Even with the only illumination in the room being muliticolored strobes, Richard could see her flesh pinken at his praise. He pulled her to his chest, his arms snaking around her waist to squeeze her close, “You’re adorable, you know that?”

“Thanks,” She replied quietly, still flushed and vermilion, as they made their way to where Rob and the rest of the band were beginning to check their instruments before they began playing. 

The pair never strayed from each other the entire night, Rich either holding her hand not to get lost in the crowd or standing behind her with his hands on her hips, swaying with her to the beat of the music. 

“This is a favorite of one of my friends here tonight who I haven’t gotten the pleasure to see in a while.” Rob rasped into the mic, sweat beading from his forehead as his eyes found her face in the crowd. He smirked and winked in her direction before strumming the chords to “All I Need.”

Mel threw the hand that isn’t holding onto Richard’s into the air and loudly sang the words,

“So I’m talking alone with a frosty-haired girl at the bar, She says she’s from Mexico, so I respond with “Wow, that’s far!” Somewhere there in between Vodka fueled breath in my ear, I lose hold of gravity keepin’ my legs right here.”

Richard sings along with her, of course, jumping slightly with her when the chorus sounds, and let out a particularly loud bark of laughter at her silly dancing, but something about the last line of the words tugged at his heart strings in a way he’d never felt before,

“But Oh, Margarita, I’m taking it easy, cuz I gotta promise to keep. It depends on me, senorita, She’s all I need.”

He wrapped his arms around her sternum and pulled her back further into his chest, and feeling her firmly against him for what feels like the first time. The scent of her shampoo and hairspray filled his nose as he nuzzled into her, her hands going to hold onto his arms and secure them in place. Her eyes losed as she reveled in the moment, praying that she wasn’t experiencing some form of lucid dream as Rob continued with the second verse.

He loosened his arms for a moment to spin her around, her hands clasping around his neck as she looked up to him through her lashes. Winking as they continued to sway, he brought his lips to her ear for his favorite part,

“...I get home and I crawl into bed, I whisper, ‘I love you,’ and you won’t quite hear what I said, But Oh, Margarita, I’m taking it easy, Cuz I gotta promise to keep. It depended on me, depended on me, And Now I believe, And now I can see, Now I believe, senorita, She’s all I need.”

Slowly, and unsure, their lips found each others, a sweet and tender kiss erupting and spreading warmth to both of their souls. Not wanting to ruin anything or push her too far, Richard pulled away after a few moments, licking his lips and tasting where she’d been while curling a hand to her face and smiling down at her. She responded with the same shy grin, but her eyes twinkled just a little bit more than usual. 

“Love you, Melly,” He said softly, his eyes searching hers with bated breath. 

“Love you too, Rich,” She beamed, face brightening as she pulled him even closer.

And then he kissed her again.

[fnaf-possession-au]

Story of the Possession AU [Updated 3/13/2024]

This alternate universe's storyline is heavily canon - divergent. I mainly chose specific pieces from the FNAF game lore to include in my story. I also had a love of fanon intergraded into the story because the fan art for the game was really pretty. So the story goes as follows:

Vincent is the son of a single mother named Lila Heliothrope. Lila was a succubus escort. She used her body to pay the bills and after she had gotten pregnant with Vincent, she had gotten a new job in at little known diner.

Most of the time when Vincent had any trouble his mother would take care of it behind the scenes, but more often than not, he was a good kid. He had bullies and over time, it got to the point where Vincent would rather fight back then just turn the other cheek since it seemed like none of the teachers cared. 

Until one particular day where Vincent was on his last nerve and blinded another kid named Kai. (Not my oc, they were a friend's oc.) The school had issued him to make an apology to Kai and as a punishment, he would have to show around the new student around school, and the new student was to give an honest review of how Vincent was after his mother and he both claimed that it he had assaulted Kai due to the amount of bad vibes that day. 

That new student was Scott, who was too shy to show his face at first opting to tear a phone helmet... over the course of the day, Vincent and Scott had become friends. As the years went on, Scott was more confident in himself, thanks to Vincent's influence and encouragement, and Vincent seemed to mellow out now that he had someone else in his support circle other than his mother. 

Over time the two would end up attending the same college. Scott would go for a business degree and a minor in finance, while Vincent got an engineering degree and a minor in child psychology. Soon after the boys had gotten their degrees, they moved out of their shared dorm space. They still kept in touch, no matter what, they both shared what they were comfortable with.

During 1983,  Fredbear's Family Diner, is shut down due to the incident where a child by the name of “Aurelius” dies due to a prank by the brother of the deceased “Terrance”, a week later going missing involving the mysterious disappearances along with three other children.

Sometime later when Fazbear Entertainment wants to rebrand the old family diner, they hire a fresh young face with a head for business, leading to Scott getting a job with Fazbear Entertainment producing and starring in training and instructional videos for an up and coming Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria, while keeping the suits from the old pizzeria in operation at children's parties to keep up profits. However, due to the suits mechanical structures that allow them to be suits, not had thought to make the mechanical structures inside resistant to moisture and one of the people who wore the Golden Bonnie animatronic suit at a children’s birthday party had found out the hard way when spending personal time with a child’s mother, this incident resulted in the immediate sealing of the Golden suits from the dinner in a safe room to keep them from the public eye. 

Soon after he went sometime looking for work before he was hired to work at the new Freddy’s Pizzeria under Byron, as the manager of the first Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria. (The FNAF 1 Location.) 

Vincent, himself, had little luck with his own job ventures since being a monochromatic human made him seem more suspicious to potential employers and his pure white eyes due to him making faces as a child, made him even more threatening in appearance, and as an adult, he didn’t want to keep living with his mother even if she was completely fine one way or the other. 

Soon Vincent had gotten a job at the pizzeria, due to Scott’s recommendation. He was hired to be the technician that worked with animatronics and its maintenance. Over their time working there, Vincent would get used to the flow of working in the back while the children would have fun eating pizza and playing with the animatronics. However he would leave his post in the storage closet for lunch when the shows were going on so most of the kids were paying attention more to the performance on stage than with the actions of the employees, though funnily enough the kids more or less thought Vincent was also some sort of animatronic due to his purple skin and pure white eyes.

Vincent is swooned by this black dressed vixen, Monique, the bosses' daughter. As for Scott, he’s not all that interested in her. Scott notices Vincent’s subtle hints and encourages him to go for it. Vincent isn’t all too sure if he would be able to do that, Scott encourages him more, and ensures him that he’d be there if there was the pain of rejection, with Scott’s encouragement Vincent attempts to make a move, and Monique finds him to be cute with his attempt and then a few dates happen, and Vincent was so happy. He felt like this was the first time that he had managed to get a girlfriend for real in literal years since the last time which ended up poorly because all she did was take and take and take, and he thought that maybe Monique would be different, and for a good long while she was different.

Over time Monique and Vincent get serious but keep it a secret due to Byron’s overly protective nature, but even if they were experts at keeping their romance out of the public eye, doesn’t mean that things weren’t going on behind the scenes. Monique was cheating on Vincent, and Vincent had found out when he was cleaning the bathrooms covering for the janitor. He originally wasn’t even sure if that was Monique or if the fumes from the cleaning products were getting to him.

The memory danced around in his mind any time he was at work, like some otherworldly force was trying to play with his perception of someone he loved, but before he could even confirm his suspicions with Monique herself, he was getting chewed out about dating his daughter the day that Monique revealed she was pregnant and that child was undoubtably Vincent’s child.

As a result, Byron had made Vincent work longer hours and shifted his position to include being a nightguard, mainly because he wanted to keep him as far away from his daughter as possible... Vincent was still going to support Monique no matter how much Byron despised him.

Eventually, 9 months later, this back and forth with Byron ended up with Vincent   giving him the worst cussing out that lead to Vincent telling Byron to fuck right off and that he had to go support the mother of his child and greet his grandchild into the world while he stayed here and continued to be a greedy fuckwad, which lead into Scott smoothing things over not wanting Vincent to loose his job and  explaining how this was counterproductive if Byron really wanted Violet to grow up healthy and happy missing the birth of his daughter, Violet. Byron was in shock at Vincent’s blatant disrespect toward his authority, and soon enough once Vincent showed up, he was too late, Monique had passed during childbirth leaving him a single parent like his mother, yet even with the warm fuzzy feelings of being a new father. Violet’s bright baby blue eyes were a shining confirmation that Monique had cheated on him, since neither her nor him had blue eyes, but the mystery man who was in the bathroom with her, just had to have those blue eyes, but regardless of what any DNA test would tell him, Violet was his daughter and he was going to love her all the same.

5 years later, Violet would spend some time at school, while spending her time at the pizzeria with her father where she had met a few kids who enjoyed the Foxy animatronic, namely where she had met Mike and Faith, and three other kids named, Fredderick, Donnie, and Carla, who each enjoyed the own animatronic who was part of the cast.

Another 5 years later, Vincent did his best to raise his daughter. He made enough to keep the rough above their head, made sure she was fed and understood most of how the world worked keeping in pace with her still developing mind, yet any time he would go back to work while she went to school and made friends or hung out at the pizzeria while he worked, he couldn’t stop feeling those lingering thoughts of hatred for Monique and her infidelity, but he had to remember if it wasn’t for that, he wouldn’t have the most precious thing in his life.

Then that’s when it all went down hill when Violet managed to talk her father into having a private birthday party at Freddy’s. Vincent couldn’t shake the feelings that this was a bad idea, but no matter how many times he’d protest, she’d find some way to push back until he let out a sigh and figured well Byron did say to spare no expense and she seemed to genuinely want a private birthday party, after getting permission from the parents... it happened.

Vincent dawned the old Golden Bonnie suit that had been out of commission for years due to the safety hazards. At this point it was just to make his little girl’s birthday extra special, but then it all faded to black... he doesn’t know what he did, there’s no record of what he did due to the cameras bugging out for hours. Scott came to sight of Vincent covered in blood still wearing the suit, making incoherent sounds that he did something wrong, but he doesn’t know where they went. Violet, Faith, Fredderick, Donnie and Carla were killed and stuffed into the suits. A trial was held, and Vincent went to jail, then went to a correctional facility for his clear mental issues before being released back into society, however due to their being no bodies found and the only evidence of anything happening was Vincent’s admission, Freddy’s continued to operate now a bit short staffed.

While Vincent was incarcerated, Mike had gotten injured by Foxy, due to Violet’s malevolent energy, due to Mike now being Foxy’s first mate now that she was dead. Scott distanced himself from Vincent, and Vincent was alone for a long time. This is when Faith bound herself to Mike and abandoned Violet due to her actions. This incident caused Freddy’s to be shut down briefly for repairs, ultimately leading to just closing Foxy's activities as a result. Due to Faith’s action Mike survived, and there were no more incidents at Freddy’s un

Over time the animatronics tended to bug out more and lead to Scott having to take over for the nightguard duty figuring maybe the reason that the reason that the nightguards were having so much trouble were because things might have been unclear to them, so he did recordings while he was on the job, noting the quirky nature of the animatronics and while under contract would still hint that something was wrong and something didn’t feel right without right saying what was wrong. Scott then was surprised and was stuffed into a suit in the backroom the boss opening the next morning and Scott was in the hospital recovering from the injuries he had sustained being stuffed into the suit. Years go by and Byron is still running the place understaffed until Mike Schmidt applies to work there.

Scott had trouble finding jobs, and eventually returned to his managerial position at the original pizzeria against every fiber of his body screaming at him to never go back, he still needed to pay off these damn medical bills, and the college debt. After Vincent’s release from the correctional facility, with him still taking court mandated therapy, he returns to Freddy’s and as much as Byron hates the man, there’s not much he can do since he’s so understaffed, so he agrees to hire Vincent and cut costs by giving him the pay of one job while actually grouping three different ones all together, and now he works as the chef, the waiter and the busboy. The sounds of the pizzeria bring him little comfort hearing the children play, missing his daughter still having no idea what had happened to her, and eventually after a lot of convincing tells Byron that he’d be willing to take care of the nightshift after Mike tells Byron to fuck off and gets fired.

Vincent leaves the safety of the office and he hopes to talk to the children since he could still feel their undying stares through the animatronic eyes and ends up dismantling the suits one by one, then dawns the golden bonnie suit that ultimately ends up killing him, and unrelated the place burns down due to the faulty wiring. 

Years later when the new pizzeria (FNAF 2 location) was built with new fun branding and brand new animatronics with the newest technology to prevent any more tragedies from happening, using the animatronics from the first location as parts for the newer ones which ended up contaminating the other newer animatronics in a way giving the ghost children more animatronics to manipulate. Scott is brought in to be the manager there as well.

These newer animatronics were the toy line of animatronics. A young Carlos Fitzgerald wonders away from his mother loosing her in the crowd when he sees a new animatronic greeter at the door of a Freddy Fazbear establishment using the new toy versions of the animatronics. That animatronic was Balloon Boy. Mason, the father of Aurelius and Terrance killed him via a poisoned cupcake. Carlos found himself now possessing the Balloon Boy. Due to the lack of new coverage no one had known that this disappearance even happened in the vicinity of a Freddy Fazbear’s pizzeria. So the franchise thrived until years later, Jeremy Fitzgerald (Carlos’ younger brother) works as a nightguard after many who had either quit after the first night. Carlos being the protective brother he is did everything in his powers to keep his animatronic from the batteries to keep his brother safe until he was moved to the day shift where Fritz Smith ends up tampering with the animatronics so the music box would play all night without his need to do so, and all the other animatronics were rendered more or less in a state where they couldn’t move within a few feet of the office and then Fritz spent the night playing video games and gets fired for tampering with the animatronics the next morning. However, due to Fritz hacking skills he can not be fired and will always come back.

Up until there’s another electrical fire and Fazbear Entertainment goes into a hiatus with constructing any more animatronics while still keeping a healthy party planning operation going. That ends up with  

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