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@childrenoffazbears-blog
brief hiatus while I try to improve the quality of my work on threads. I’m not feeling it atm, I can’t match the quality other people are putting out, and that’s inexcusable. So while I try to rebuild muse, I’ll be lurking on my other accounts. @seerchild
@sordidsorceress
The Stranger
icangiveyouanything:
A glitch ran through Dark as he barely contained his frustration at being shot down by these… children. But he didn’t let up yet, he was going to attempt to make his case.
“You’re right. Adults are liars. Human adults, that is. But I’m not human. I only look like the adults you’ve seen. It’s a disguise. I’m pretending, you see. But I’m not like them. I come from another world and things are very different there.”
All the kids began whispering to each other again. Various worries and bothers were communicated before finally, Ethan spoke again.
“Ä̲̙̙͕̣̙l̯̣̭̼̳̤̂ͥ̽l͜ ̠̦͍͑̆͋͑ͤ͂r̟̘̺̭ͣi͕̙̣̹͆̔͊͐͒ǵ͈͈͈̱̖͋ͣ͌̚h̪̞̃̋ͣͨ̍ͦ̚t̹̫̣͗̄ͣ̿̇ͪ̌,̰͆ͧ̏͗́̈́ͩ̕ ̖͚̱̤ͫ͛͋ͭͯw̥̦͍̥̏̔̈́̅̚͠h̸ä̴̫͕́͆͆ͨ̿ͤ͒t̼͎̫̰̠́͑’̶͚͈̖s̘͔͐̔̌̓͌ͨ ̭͈̆̈́ͣ͜t̫̤͈̫͛h̴̰̲̫̩̐̿̾͆͛ͣͅē̛̝̬̚ ̈́͑̌͊̽̽c̱̙̠̭̝̒ͦ̈a̤̕t̛͉̠́ͯͯ̑̚ͅc̫̯̳̱̱̃̏ͥ̓̌̋ͨh̥͈͈̼̭̉͒͗͆̈̽͛.̪̤̹̙̜̥͈́̃̋ ̷͚̠ͭT̻͈̺͓ͯ̅ͬ̐ḣ͕͜è̃ͦͯ͏͈r̼͋͢e͒̊ͬ͆̉͋̾ͅ’̟̭̯̗ͤͣͩ̄̈́͒͟ś̚ ͔̠͎͉̈́̔ͪͭͤ̌͜g̢̻̦̼o͔͎͜tͤ͐͋͒͆ͬͫt͔͚̪̦̓͒ͨ̎͆͂ͧ͘ͅa͇̖̙̰̮͙̅ ̖̣̮̝̲̳̝b̨̮̫̪̑̾̍ͫ̒̄͋e̡̙̮̭̥̹̠ ͉͉͓͔̤̯̅͒̏ͧs̹̳̥̄o̹͓̯͒́̐̎͆ͅm͚̣̦̻̎͛͐̈́e͎͕̳̒t͒̂́ḧ̯̲̮̲͔̺́̓i̧̖̫͚̦̲̤̖͊̂n̡ͦ̆̃͆̃g̠̻̺̱̯͎̅̋̍ͪ͢.̹͔̤̥̮̗̤ͣ̎ͬ͂̎̚” Ethan asked.
“T͈̹̻͚̮̗-̡t͠h͙̯͖̙͎͕͎͜a̳͈͜t̸̫̥͓̭̻̮͚ ̻i̷̼̙̜̭̜s͏͎.̭̺͇̱̪͞ͅ.͏̰̱̭.҉̞̠.̟̯͚̞̀ͅ ̬̟w̮̠̘̲͎̘͙͟-̫w͏̲h̡̳̳͕͇̻at̵̘̫ ̪͈͞d̤͚̝̲̩̺̻o̭ ̥̣͎̭͎̱y͖ou͈̟͍͔̦ ̛̣w̦̩̼a̲̹͓̦̫n̪̥͙̳͍ͅt͏̰ ̜̝in̺̺̤͞ ̩͞r̪̝̜͟ḙ̴̟̮̫͕t̥͕u͓̱͙r͙n͎̯̟͎̩̠͚ ̧͔̤fo̭͍̝̺̘̫̺r̝̫̟̠͍̳̩ ̠̥̜͎͔͖̜ḫ̶e̼l̴̟͉̣͇p͏̘̲̭̺in̝g̥ ̟̹̺͝u҉s̸̭̜̘͔̹̯?͓͔̗͇̭̖” Marcy added, only to get some odd looks from the rest of the group.
Mike Schmidt: Well golly this place doesn't seem so bad, I wonder why people were talking about this place being haunted
Golden Freddy: *exists*
Mike Schmidt: 🎶 AND I RAAAAAAAN, I RAN SO FAR AWAAAYYYY, I JUST RAAAAAAN, I RAN FOR NIGHT AND DAAAAYYY 🎶
One Dark Night at Freddy’s
childrenoffazbears:
not-an-enviable-shift:
Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in…
Mike was not moving again. He was staring, and maybe trembling a bit, but most of him was frozen. God, he hopes this reflex helps him out one day. Ergh. This was supposed to be an easy job! A position fit for a guy who stops dead in his tracks at any sign of danger! This is the worst job!
“..Do I, uhm.. do, do I look like the, the.. man in, purple?.. I, I don’t.. really.. uh.. I just, I just work here, they told me to sit here, and, just watch everything.”
The ghost(?) didn’t seem too upset anymore, but he wasn’t taking any chances. Who knows when those–god, those eyes–might creep towards him? Who knows when it might decide that Mike didn’t need to exist anymore? Who knows what it might do at all? Mike sure didn’t know. And like hell that didn’t terrify him.
“..I, I didn’t.. I haven’t done anything, really, I, I promise.”
He certainly hopes the tension’s eased at this point, because he hasn’t. His wide pale eyes and anxious pale face painted a lovely portrait of someone very, very afraid.
Normally when Night Guards came, all they did was scream, it made the ghosts think THEY were being attacked, and were simply acting out of self-defense. But this man... he wasn’t the one who killed them. Although adults were untrustworthy, the little ghost kinda got the impression he was scared and didn’t want to hurt anyone. Heck, he looked pretty close to having a Heart attack!
“L̝̬̻͖̻is̩͙͍̮̞̜t̴͎̗̮̙e̮̩̤̳͔̭n̗͇̱.̕.͏̗̫.͎̦̬̫ ͏̫y̝͜-̠̩̟̩̩̺ỵ̢͔̻o̟͠u̮̜͎̹̩͚ͅ,̸̤ ̖͉̼͖͈̳͍y҉o̦͎u͎ ̲h͇̫̬̙̟̟a͍̭͇̳̯̱ve͏ ͡t̲̫͕̮͠o͙̦̞̟̳͝ͅ ̫͎͓͚̼ļ͎͈e̴͎͔̳̟a̧̤̼̤͉v̠͓e̘̝͢!̛͙̤̖̬̻͎ ̥̠̤̙͔̹̩Y͚͉̜o̸̟̣͍ͅu͇͟ͅ’҉r̻̩͍̼̪̞͇e͏̹̫͇̫ ͔̩̺̫̠in͞ ̩̭͔̙̪͢ͅt̡̹̗̼̻e̥͝r̷͓̜̼͍͚͔̻r̴̻͇̩̣i͕̝̺̘b͝l̢̙̣̼̟̼e̙̩ͅ ̙̥͍̣͢d̮a̴n̬̠̰̯̥g̜̣̩̩̰ḛ̫̟̺͕r̝̹͚̹͕̗̯!̩̟͎̻̖́” the ghost demanded, looking around like he was somewhat nervous.
“Thè ̶Ma҉n͟ ̢iń Pu҉rple ̶i̢s lur͟k̵ing̨ ̡a̴rơu͘n̷d̸, h͟e a͞tta͘cks̨ i͞n ͝tḩe͠ d̶a̶r̶k̀!͏ ͟H̢e c̕oùld͜ K͞IL͘L̛ YO͟U͢! Me̛,͠ m̶y̵ ̷si͟s̡t̢ér̵ ͜àn̸d m͠y̢ f̧r͠íe̛nds҉ ̨ha̵v́e b͏ęe͟n ̧tr͡y̕in͟g͡ tó ̡s͏c̵are͘ him̷ a͠way̡..̢.͘ ͠or̕ ͜k̕i͟ll͜ him,̛ b̴u̴t͏.͏.̶.̸. ҉h-͜ḩè’̷s s͠t́ill̛ herè! I̸ ̵j̶ųst ̵k̴n̵ow ͘it!̧”
“A͎̟̜̳̰-̳͜a̛̞̲̩͔n̟̦d̬̯̕ ͙h̟͚͎̥̝͔̠e͍’̣̹̟̭͕̹̕l̢̞͉l̴̩͎̟̙̤̯ͅ ̣͙̞̗k̸̙i͎l̩͚͙͙̻̪ͅl̷̦̙̣ ̰̣͖̜̣͎̪͠Y̯̪̭̗̟̩ͅO̰̱̩̘Ų̭̗̩ ̟̮̟̩t͔̥̜̤̤̼͢o̠̪̥o͕̳̬ ̥̘̜̰̩̝i̛̲̫̗̮̟̭f̱͕ ̠̗y̱̟̘̰̮̤̘o̰͚͎͔͉͘u͉̞’̼̠͝r̴̼͖e̩̹͉͍͔͟ ̟n̶o̩͙t̖̲̜̬͢ ̼̫̹c̷̺͓̝͕̥ḁ̧̦r̖͍̼̩̪e̴͔̻̠̖̥̫fu̦̗̳̜̪̳l͕̳!̮̞̺̫̝̯̯͘ ͖̯͇̘̳͠T̬̪̟͎̪̬h̟̯̩͢e̷̺̺̟͖̼n̘͇̖͝ ̥̲̺y͉͢ọ̖̗̕u̻̬̪̟̲͕’̨̣l҉̥̦̗l̫̘͖̻̟͈͔ ̘̥̺͙h̙͕̞̬͉a͙̰͍̝̮̥͘v̖e̳ ̮̟̯̰͚̼t҉o̪̼ ͓͙͍͎̳̘͟ͅb̢͓e͍̯ͅ ͕̩̬͎̬̦a̘̰̲̯ ̬͕̳͎̘͈r͓͙͍̥̜o̵̟̭̙b̯̩̱̯̩̗̪ot̺̘̬̰ ̼̘͔l͙̬͖̝͓͓i̥̱̯̙̺͓k̠̟͖̬̝͜ę͇͖ ̴̻̝̼̱̭u͝s̶!̲”
So was that it?... The animatronics were haunted?
Haunted by people who’d been killed by this ‘Man in Purple’?
Two Sets.
childrenoffazbears:
five-or-so-missing-children:
Her response was a lot more hostile than Derek expected. It actually surprised him. No one ever responded like that to him, and a girl younger than him was the last person he would expect to do so. He looked completely offended. “Well, you can’t use Freddy! He’s mine!” he said with a scowl, then quickly ran up to the animatronic and leaned over its head. “I call him! I got here first! And I’m bigger than you! So he’s mine, all mine! Use something else! Something that isn’t Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, or that ugly Yellow Bear thing!
"B-besides, I’m already getting revenge! So you can leave instead! Go away!” It was a shame Derek sounded about as threatening as a puppy compared to her. He looked about as threatening, too. And he was not going to fight with someone so scary.
The girl seemed surprisingly fazed by Derek’s responses, as scary as the little girl was, she was still that, a little girl, and Derek trying to assert his authority certainly did... help, in that it made her more frustrated, black fluid bubbling from a wound on her neck and from her mouth as she seethed in anger, her form becoming more distorted.
“N̳͎̪͖o҉̭̥!͕̖̰̪̪͇̥ ͏̜̣̻I͈̳͓͘ ͓͚̹̠͕͕ͅW̵Ą͖̘̥̙ͅN̗̤͢ͅN̤͓̟̭A̵̪͍ ҉͓̱U̢̮̙̣̙̞S̰͙̼̟͚E ͎͜F̛̳̫̖͎R͏̠E̲̭̯̭͘ͅD̶̼D̻̩̰͘Ỳ̺͇̪͉̘ͅ!̻̦” she demanded, surprisingly immaturely.
“Ì͕̬͚̜͈ͅ-̶̝̩̟̦̣͎̜I̲̣̻̘̥ͅ.͝.̷.͖̫̰̖ ̧͎̫̳̮I̦̣͕͖ ̝̝̗̻͓͘L͔͇̺̺I̧͇̦K̶̞̲͕E̪͍̯̳̥͇̥ ̲̞T̻̳̩̳̝̣̭H̵A̶̳̯̖̪̹T͉̜̗̱ ̫̙̺̬ͅM̨̯̮U̧̥Ṣ̭͎̫̗͔I͉̰̝̲̬̱ͅC̻̣͍ ͖͉̖̲̪͔̺H̭̬̫͈̹̗̯E͍͕̘ ̶̰̬P͍̣͎̭L͕̻͎̙̭͞A҉̻̲̰̬͓̤Y̼̪̹̦̻̩S̙͔̯̬̠!̝̰” she hissed desperately, but it was clear
Derek wasn’t going to be moved by her pleas.
It was funny. Scary and unbelievably angry as they were, they really were just like them in a... twisted sort of way.
“I̥̖͚͉̳͇͞ ̬̫̯̗͕͍͇N̩̹͔͇͔E̗E̞̠͞D҉̳̰̦̻ ̡̼̜̖H̳̟͙͈̭͓I҉̦̺̲̖̬ͅM̤̙̙̠̘ͅ ̩̫̱̻̖̤ͅT̙̻͖̯̬O͙̣͕̱̭̤̻ ͙͙̙͍H̬̠È̞̙͈̲͙͇L̡̳̰̦̪͕P̢̬̳͎̰̖̗ͅ ͚̥̳̩̘MȨ͚͎̼̤͈͓͈ ̡͇̝ͅG̲͉̝̠̯̲̬E̖͚̭͟T̫̤̫ͅ ̻͕͎̯̲͕Ṛ̬E͉͘V̶̭ͅE͝N͉̜̲G͚̺͉͙̺E̬̙̦̫̖̝͡ ̛̲̱̗̯̺O͖̕N̸̰̩͉̣ ̗̭̻̩̱T̨̬̹͇͔̰HE͔͘ ̙͖͝M̳A̢̗̮̬̞̝̜̗N̶ ̵̲̼̝̲I҉N̶ Ṕ͓͍̩ͅU͖R̴̦͔͍P̫͉̱L̡̝̪̲̰Ḛ!̢̯͕̫” she
begged, although Derek had literally just told her she COULDN’T use this for revenge.
“ Ｇ Ｉ Ｖ Ｅ Ｉ Ｔ . ”
Well, someone was being unreasonable. What about Freddy was so special to her anyway? Surely a little dumb dingy jingle wouldn’t be EVERYTHING. Didn’t Toy Freddy play one just like it? If not better?
Two Sets.
five-or-so-missing-children:
Initially, the “first” group was suspicious. They always were. No one could be trusted after the incident. In fact, given the right arguments, they would turn against each other. It certainly did not help that the latter group looked like a bad photocopies. It was scary and made them even more compelled to stay out of their way, even if they were just kids. Unfortunately for the first set, it was hard to avoid so many people at once.
As usual, as soon as Derek saw the girl around, he was on guard. “What’re you doing here? What are you looking at?” he asked suddenly, as if this were a personal offense, and crossed his arms over his chest.
The girl was looking at the older robots, hunched over in parts and service. The girl seemed to be looking at in Freddy in particular. This can’t be good, especially considering who had chosen to confront her.
When Derek asked his question, he was met with a glare and a flicker from the girl who’d been studying the bots. And, for what may have been the first time since they arrived; the girl spoke.
“ N̟̤͕͍̺ͅo͖̦̟̞̩n͇̣͙e̪̲͍̼ ̖̼͟o͍͖̜̪̩f̛̯̦͓̟ y͏o̠͔͉̰̗̠̲͞u̼̺̬r B̷̳͙̻͍ͮͨͣU̬̺̗̮̦̬̠ͬ̅ͮ̔̚͝S̡̈́̃ͤ̍Īͮ҉N͇̼͖͔̫̳ͭͩ̍ͪͫ͊E̴̠̮S̫͚͚͕̼ͧͮ̈́ͣͪ̈́̌S͇̯̲̻ͯͨ̐ .” she snapped back in a hissy voice that was logged with fluid, as if her throat had been flooded with the black drivel that constantly poured from her empty eyes.
“I̘̳̪̗ ͝w̢͈̰̗̗a̴̜̦͔̖̥ņ͓̞t̘̬̮͈ ̟̯̫R̰̣͓̩̹̜̙Ḙ͖̞̞͈VE̴͓͎̞͖̭̺̯N̹G͎̜͕̝̖̙̱E̦̪͙̹,̺̫̘̝͙̣ ҉͍a̷̼n̘̥̭͝d̤͎̺̙ ̛I̼͔̱’̝̠̖͓͍̳m̙̬̻̤̕ͅ ̠̯̤͎g̱̬͔̣͔̱̮o͔̳̯̹n̪̳na̪͔̝̟̻͝ ̪̯̺̪̤͖g͚̮e͠t̺͖̘͠ ̛̤̜i҉͉̟t ̩̼̫͉̪̯o̪̞̟n̗̖e̡̠̪̤̝̯̭ ̩̪̦̞̠͡ẉ̷̠̣̫̱͈a̮̤̙̱͖̕y͏̞̞̹̪̥̫̪ ͟ọ̬̙͈r̦͙̖̤ͅ a̷̲̺̪̩̠͎̼n̢̰̗̻̥̤o̼̹̝̳̰̼t̰͚͕̞͠h̷͍̮̱̟̞̭ͅe̩͉͕̲̮̕ͅͅr͈͇,͇̗͠ͅ ͍͉̺̠͚͇̫s̭̩̻̫̬̞̙o ̹̺̹̯͈̘̻L̩̰E͍̦̮͍̰̲͜ͅA̡͈̺͎̯̫͕V̰͓E͈͎͍̞̘̣̯͘.̴͈͎”
she demanded, beginning to approach Freddy.
Was she looking for a fight? It sure seemed like it, what with them just barging in and trying to take over this whole operation... or... whatever it was at this point.
The Stranger
icangiveyouanything:
He straightened his suit as he watched them all, that faint, unreadable smile still on his face.
“I want to help you.”
That was questionable at best. When had Dark ever made a genuine offer of help? Of course they didn’t know that, but at the same time they had absolutely no idea who this guy was.
“You have certain abilities afforded to you by your rather unique circumstances. But I feel for you,” he pressed a hand to his chest, “You never asked for any of this. You never asked to be trapped in this place. I can help you get free.”
The missing children all paused and some even ceased their shivering when he said that, their void-like eyes widening in curiosity... some of them even had their pupils flicker, revealing them to be small and white, much like the animatronics possessed before them.
Ethan kept his suspicious expression on his face, still keeping his eyes narrowed.
“Y̗̥̠ͧͣͪͩ̇̀ő̑ͯ̈ͤ̐U͔͖͖’̰͍̫̠̜̝ͫ̉ͣ̊̃͆ř̙͙̪̺E͎͌͘ͅ ̫̤̞̭̝̝͙͑̏̆L̶̍̅Yͬͩͭ҉̹I͇͓͚̬͊̔̎ͦŅ̌̅ͧ̏ͬ̐ͬG͖̲̓ͥͬ̽́.̧̙̟̗” the child said, if he had teeth he would be bearing them, watery black fluid running from his eyes and mouth.
“A̛̮͉l̗͓̗l̗͚̯͓͍͜ ̕a͡d̟͍͎̦u̪̼̗̦l̼̦̰͉̦̹̙t͈̰̖̣́s͚ a̗̥̟̞̰̖̳r͎̞̳e ͚̗̥͕̪ͅl͚̬̥̲̜i͎̬̗̲͎̱a̳r̴̟͔͇̖s.̜̠.̙͎̟̺̦͓.̹” Todd added modestly, hugging his older sister closely.
“M̳i̩̳̲̤͔̣̯s͟s̖̤̝ͅu̞̤͕͚̬̮̮s̴̞ ̧͔͍͚A̸̠͉̬̲f̗̮̼̙̖t̙̣̞̖̰̗ͅo͘n͇͠ ̱̦̩͝s̵̰a̳͇̝̫͖̮͞i̤̹̝̙̺̪ḑ̤̲̖͈ s̬̭̹̻ẖ̭̭͈ȩ̣͉ ẃ̼̣̲̗̦̼̥o̸͍̻ư͇̞̦͎̰͖̯l̖̻̹d̬̤̜ ͔̗̬̠̤ḫ̯̥̘͚e̸̝̦̘̱̟̙͓l̬̤̱̘͍̀p ͇͜u̡̺̣̺͚s̸̲.̙̝.҉̲.̘͇̪̞̣̹ͅ ̯̩̖͔̺̮b̷u̩̗̳̥͟t͔̥ ̹̦͉̟͈͜s̀h̡͓ȩ̩̰̯̝͚̙̞ ̷͓̭̞p̶̜̭̥̯͔ú͖̤t̟̩̻ ̨͔͓u̸̠̺͎̦̱̠̣s̛̜̳͇͉͖̝̼ i̴͉̭̰n̤̮̱̤̮̗ͅ ͈̳̣ḿ̟̤̫̱̞͓̙o̪͓̞̗r͓͉̱̩͇͓̕e͏ ̲̱̞͜p̬̰ͅa̡̱̤͓i͙͙͠n.̗̘ͅͅ.̫̦̼̦̰͕̻̀.̢͉̙” Morgan added as she tried to comfort her brother.
Marcy looked as if she wanted to say something at first, but simply nodded in unison with the other kids, narrowing her own eyesockets.
//This is stupid, buuut I imagine the outside of Freddy’s to resemble that one photoshop that circulated when the game first got popular. You know, short but wide, teal roof, big windows, cement walls, no real logo, just a red sign.
((You mean this one?))
The Stranger
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He observed the ghosts when they fell out of their suits—or their shells, as it were—looking down at them now instead of up at the machines they inhabited. Each of them was nothing more than a frightened child.
Marcy’s question earned a small smile from him, the nature of which was difficult to determine. Was it a kind smile or perhaps one of amusement? It didn’t have much life to it either way.
“Because you’re very special. I’ve heard a lot about you. Of what you can do.”
The poor little ghosts got closer together. It seemed they were inseparable. The ghosts whispered to each other, it would be creepy to anyone but Dark, but they were really just congregating. Each of them asked similar questions to each other, the most common words in the mix being ‘I don’t know’s and ‘I’m scared’s or words akin.
It took a while before Ethan stepped up.
“W̧̤̟͙ͬ̑̐̓h̪̱̣̜͑̽́̔̄ͮ͂a̡̹̙̗̺̖͋̂͊ͯ̒ͦ͋t͔̯̻͍͋ͦ ̙̘ͦͯͅd̡̲̜̺̞͍͍̉͌ͣ͒̅͋ȍ̗̽̆ ̶̳̪͕͉͍̫̟y̨̫̿̏ỏ̄͑ͣ͏̗̩͖̣uͨ̌ͯ̈́̕ ̙̬̓ͭ̉͂ẘ̪̹̲̤̠͍ͯ̿͝à̴̭̙̮̭̠̯͕̍n̪̫ͯͦ̔t̗̻̝͖̭̦̖̎̍͋̀̂ͯ̿ ͇͈͉͙̇ͦ̃ͅf̥̼͔̈́ͪ̓ͨr͋̐o͇̫̺̹̊̈́͗̀m̙̺̝ͣ̊ ̶̤͍̠̥̔ͅu̶̠͐͗̌s̓ͤͪͦ̂?͖̱̤̗.̡̘̫̻͈̫̗̈́ͦ̋.͖̜̰͇͍̗̊̚.͕ͮ̃̅̏͌....” he asked, holding the now headless Kimmy
and shivering Morgan close to him.
“W̤̫̹̰̥̥h̛̦̜̥a̗̦͓̙t̖͓̤̞̭’̴s̯̯͖̩͈̘̮ ̵͔̜s̛͓o̭̮͈̥̪̪ ̦͈̙͝‘̶̳̤͚̝ͅͅs̠̹̭̝ͅpe̯̭͈̫̗̥c̸̞̠̪i͔̰͇̪̞̤a̻̩̪l͢’̛̖̻͕ ̢̳a̬̫̺̭̱͓̱ḅ͍͎̲o̱̠̙̠̝̘͝u̷͈̙̦̦̜͖t͖̕ ̛̘͕͔͚̯̙̭u͚̞͔s̠͉̝̖͡?̫̗͖̥̩.......” Todd asked, holding up his hooked hand.
“W̳͠e̱̗̥̥ ̜̦̲̱͜j̴u̺͕͎͉͖̯͎͠ș͍̙̱̥̘̺t͖̹͙ ̩̦͈w̳̞̟̩̮̥̺..a̴͉͓̹n͎̝t̯̤̞͇̣͞ ̱͡t̯͓o̵̳͖̬̝̜͈ ̲̲r͈̰̱̹͕̙e̼͍̰͎̭̬̲st̵.̨̮͚̗.͖͈̰.̞͔̼͎͚̝̺.̨͈̟͉͓͚͉ w̞͙̖e͕͉͟’̲̙͓̲r̥͓͍̮͠e̜̻.̺͚̠͕̫.̡̲̝̘͈͈.̷̮̥̘͇.͈̖͔̝̙ͅ ̮̩̠͖̣̙s̯͙̳͝-̗̘͔̠͚̥ͅs̺̩̘͚o͓̜̹͟ ̳̻̟͈͇̺w̥͉̖͉̙̬̪͢e̥̩̥͓..a͝r̖̺̗̗̻̕y̴̙͙̳̣.̷͈̙̟͓̜.͔̠͍̮̝.̬̻̻͡.̡̘͔̺͉͍̠ ” Marcy admitted very
quietly, looking up and Dark, occasionally pausing, her broken jaw wasn’t exactly helping her speak any.
Two Sets.
@five-or-so-missing-children
Unbelievable. Just unbelievable. Apparently now there were two sets of dead kids. These new ones had dropped in just a while after the originals. Despite best efforts to do so, five more children were murdered... and their ghosts... were not happy. They appeared more dark in color than the children that were already here, not to mention scarier with their glitching, pulsing forms, jet-black tears and empty void-like eyes. Worst of all, they could split apart and they tended to mess with the lights and other machinery.
One of them in particular, a girl a little older than 8 at the time of her passing, seemed to be taking definite interest in the animatronics, particularly the old ones... as if somehow, they had ties to them... but that couldn’t be right... they belonged to the other set!... But yet here these glitchy brats were, stomping all over the metaphorical sandcastle.
Someone really ought to go and set them straight.
Like or Reply to this post for a starter.
I can’t guarantee I’m in the best of spots to write for these blokes as of now but... I’m going to try my best.
LIKE this post for a Starter with the WITHERED Animatronics (That’s FNAF2), no bullshit.
REPLY to this post for a starter with a specific generation of animatronics (Classics (FNAF1), Pre-Withereds (Pre-FNAF2) or Restless Phantoms (FNAF3)) or with specific characters (see character page for details.)
About Page Updated!
https://childrenoffazbears.tumblr.com/about
Muses Added:
̶C̶a̶r̶o̶l̶ Shadow Bonnie
̶R̶o̶w̶a̶n̶ Shadow Freddy
̶M̶r̶s̶.̶ ̶A̶f̶t̶o̶n̶ The Puppet
((Roight, time to get things back up and running here. Starting with adding some new muses!))
((I don’t know how much I’ll RP here but... I wanted to do some FNAF RP for nostalgia’s sake.))
Fox in Box.
Based off headcanons I have.
((Oh btw I’m not dead and I want to come back to this blog for nostalgic reasons))
I Remember You...
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Lavender had tried so hard to keep himself safe, but had made a simple, yet seemingly fatal flaw. As he had scrambled to shut the door, the chair he had been sitting on skidded into the doorway. Due to the system being made so it wouldn’t hurt anyone, when the door slid down, it tapped the chair and had gone back up. He wasn’t able to move it away so he could close it in time…
So, now he was being dragged away, well, more like carried really. He was a lot shorter than the animatronics, so he was agonizingly dangling from his arm. He attempted to grasp onto Bonnie’s arm so he could pull himself to get rid of some of the pain, but the pain that was caused by his entire body weight dragging down on it had already stacked up to the point where he couldn’t pull himself up to do so. He..just gave up and hid his face a little bit in his free arm as he cried, scared of what might happen.
When they stopped, Lavender made a soft noise, squirming slightly as he hears them…whisper? He nervously looks up at them, trying to hide the fact that he was an adult crying. He lets out a squeak as ‘Foxy’ spoke, and his voice caught in his throat, so he just nodded, letting out a scared, strangled noise as he attempted to say something along the lines of ‘yes’.
Bonnie then let go of Lavender’s arm, it was like his arm had just been relieved from being squeezed by a hydraulic press. But he had no room to run. Foxy and Bonnie still had him surrounded.
Foxy jittered for a moment once again and his head twitched a few times... before something noone could’ve expected happened.
From Foxy, emerged a flickering ghost, one that was washed over in gray... he was much shorter than Foxy himself, and had empty black voids for eyes with accompanying black tears pouring down his cheeks. He looked up at Lavender, with large, sad eyes, he looked shameful and regretful, as if he was sorry for what Bonnie had done.
“Ḿ͕̼̗͇̤͔r.̥͉̰ ̗͖͇Ḻ̙̗̯̩ͅa̙̼͝v̮̭̩e̦͓̪͖̭ͅn͕̝̞͔̼̲d̩er̛̩̹̤̲̟.̤̙͜.̢͈̬̙̱̯̜͖.͙̝̘̲͢.̪̺̥͕.̠̰͈̺̘.̹ ̢͖̦̱w҉̖͚͖̱͇̠ḩ̟̣a͔̙͚͡t̩̘̖̥̭ ̮a̛̙̭̝͖͎r̷̹̤̟͙͖͇̙e͕̭̙̗̫̼͜ ̫̯̙̗͎̹͠y͕̩̫̠o̞̟͝u͈̗͝ ̷̞̫̠̦̞͇ͅd̦͚̳͢ơ̰͙͎̞i̬̝͜n͇̦͚̬͕g̼͙͈ͅ ̧̳̦̥̝̹̘̗h̪͇̭̬̹ͅe̠̯̕r̻e̙͓̫̣̲͈?͎͓͙̞͙̯̗̀.̵̜̝͈.͚͍̦̰̗̯̥́.̳̟̞̼̪͖͘.” he asked.
The child’s voice and appearance was familiar... almost unmistakable...
He had come to Freddy’s a lot when Lavender had worked there beforehand, before he’d suddenly just... stopped showing up one day...
just... stopped showing up....
“M͡-̼ͅM̖͇̬̪̼͝r͎̲͇̥̭.̢̱ ͚͈̖̘̹L͕̬̜͔̞͇̦a͇v̪̜̪̺̠e̴̪̹̮̞̙̬n̹̘̩̖͕̩d̮̱͍͓̪̘̱e̗͓r͉̖̜͘ͅ.̳͝.̷. ̺͕̦̰͝y̸-̷y̸̲̞͕̮o̤͓̭̠̝̘͖͞u ̷͚̩̳͔͕c̛̯̖̺á͉̭͇̤ͅn̸̝͎̘͓’̪ͅt ̛̗͍̖̬̺s̤͔̰̥͠t҉̪̞͓̫̲a̛y͕̪͎ ̼̹͍h͔̫̠̗̳̮̞e̻̟͎͡ŗ͕̪͚e̲͖!̙͍͚̤̬̤̫” he said suddenly.
“T̨̩̮̼ͅ-̠͉t̡h͕̭͖͎̥͟e͇̗̲ M̩̺͔̳̜̝̹a͙̝͉̗̹ͅn ̺i͏̬͖n͚ ̳͟P҉u̢͉r̟͕̺͎͍̭̼p̦̫̖̜̙̤̬l͔̞e̮̜͕̠͙̣̝ ̬̣̼̬̤̟͓c̵͇̰̹̰̹̯̤ọ̣̹͓͈̖̝u͇̝l̳̳̘d͍͕̳̲̹̺̦ ̱̝̫f̞̬̟ͅi̜͍̣͓͍͢ņd̢͍ ̢̠͉̯̟̙͕̝y̧͈͓̳͍͖̘o͓̖͈ṳ̤̱!̢̜̜͙̳̙̖̫ ̵͖͎A̛̖̩͚̩̯̰-̣͠a̴n̯͇̼̱̦̕d̜̝.͉̤͉́.̜̰̗͍͙͙̺.̡̣̱̯ ҉͖̝̼̖͇̻ͅh̤̳-̸h͕̞̩͞e̡̹̖̳̠ͅ.̧ͅ.̺͈͚̖̰͖̦͝.̠͔̗ ̥͕͞h̬̺̱̗̙͔-̭̘̘̼̼͉h̶̫͇e̡̗͖’͈̹̱̲̬̻͟l̤l̛.̶.̥͙͙̩̼̫.̦͈̖” the ghost
went on, beginning to shake.
I Remember You...
@purple-laughter
Who had known that they were evil all this time?...
After a quite unspeakable night at Freddy’s, the large, shambling monsters that used to be Lavender’s childhood friends were against him. As soon as Midnight had hit, the robot had sprung to life and were... much different, it’s as if they were alive... no, in fact, they WERE Alive. They had been bleeding ‘round the mouth and eyes... they moved so naturally, there was just no other excuse...
He’d succeeded for a while in keeping them away, but now Bonnie had Lavender by the arm and was dragging him away toward the backstage, some of the lyrics from the songs he used to play on the guitar quietly spilling from his aged, crackling voice box.
As soon as they had passed by Pirate’s Cove, however, Foxy stuck his torso out from behind the curtain, his broken jaw falling open and quivering as he watched Bonnie drag Lavender away.
The rabbit paused and the robot craned it’s head back at the mechanical fox, who was whispering something in an otherworldly tone at Bonnie.
Foxy approached Bonnie and the two of them for a second seemed to exhange something entirely in those ghostly whispers for a few agonizing, terrifying seconds, before Foxy’s jaw, still open, jittered and he grinded his head to look at Lavender.
“ À̹̞̯̣̱r̸͇̫̗͓͓̹̝e̥̲̝ ͎͇̺̘̳͈̜̗̀͜͟y͖͕̬̪͡ǫ̷̛͙̺̱̦̭͙u̢̫͍̠̯͇͔̖̼ ̧͕̣̗͉͕̤̞͉ͅḾ̯̠̘̰͡r̡̼͕̲.̶̠̤̞̀ ̞͎̤̱͍̦́͜L̠̞͝ͅa͎̭̠̗̻͔v̨̛͚̻̺̰̖͠e̺̖̝͎̞̙̟̱̳n̢͉̪͓͕͓̠̪͈̥d̞̦̕ͅe̴̟̘͔̠r̶̝̠̤ ͙̖R̢̼̬̣̰̝̲̮͝i҉̠̩̬͎̠̥̫͕̕d̨̪̝̮͍͟d͈̙͢l̫̜̕ȩ͎̠͓͉?͔̖͉.̨͔̩̤͈.̨̜̝̼̘͜.̨̘̰̩̟͖͈̕” he asked, in a voice not his own, yet it was
one that was... hauntingly familiar.
One Dark Night at Freddy’s
not-an-enviable-shift:
…A ghost.
It had to be a ghost.
Or at least, that was the first conclusion he reached upon catching sight of the grossly distorted figure of what may have been a child once. God, how he would love to run away, or, move at all. But he can’t. His hands are tense and his legs are cramping and his eyes are having an awful lot of trouble focusing on anything but the thing in front of him; or focusing at all? It’s hard to tell. It’s hard to tell what’s happening at all. It wasn’t even quiet anymore, and god, did he hate the noisy, drowning silence.
When did you start believing in ghosts, Mike? a corner of his mind demanded. When did that become a fact of life? The rest of him couldn’t answer.
Just as he started to recover from the initial assault on his senses, just as he thought his heartbeat might begin to slow down again, it started moving. Oh no. No, don’t do that, don’t come any closer, don’t–
Too many things happened at once. Those eyes, that shriek, and it–
Mike couldn’t stop himself from staggering backwards. He wanted to scream in horrified response but his lungs refused to cooperate. Instead he choked on air and let the flashlight slip from his fingers, which clattered painfully against the tile.
“…Wh..” The stillness of the world so quickly overturned, he suddenly found himself too slow to fight against the current of fearful energy. “..I didn’t.. n..no, I’m not…!..” Everything shifted into overdrive, allowing the poor guy to mutter incoherently while also clawing desperately at the discarded light and reaching for the safety of.. well, anything really.
As soon as the glowing combination of metal and plastic returned to his hands, it was pointed at the assumed ghost once more.
“..I..I’m, I’m not going to hurt you, I.. don’t, want to scare you… it, it’s okay,” and other things to that effect spilled out from his lips, but he doubted their effectiveness. He doubted a lot of things.
The ghost was shielding himself as the words came flooding out of Mike’s mouth, and at first the little ghost didn’t seem to even be listening, he was just too afraid. The ghost lowered his arms and his large, black eyes reappeared, he was still shaking though and he seemed unsure. The ghost seemed ready to get away if anything happened, but, It seemed Mike had his attention at the very least, and for second, he was dead quiet, before the ghost spoke.
“Y̳-̭̹̪̪y̨̗̹̩̹̰̗̗o͕͕̤͇̱u̼͔̲͖̞ͅ'̦̟̞̘r̻͘e̷̫͉̰̖̫̙.̭̘̥̝̝͉.҉.̷̩̭̬̰̻.҉ ̠͎̬͍́ṇ̷͖͖̫͖͍̘-̝̭̜̦͖͜n̳͖̻͕͟o̝̫̰̝̖t̹̰͈̬ ͔t̢̫̹͍̠͍ͅh̛̝͕̻͍e̝̯̩̣̮͔ͅ ͕͉̣͙̬̦m̮͓̞̜͠an̟͎̲͡ ̵̭͓͓͇̠in̥̳̠͕̝͝ͅ ̱͍̻̠͟ͅP̩̦͍̱̥ṷ̠͉̻̗͍͓͢r̥̯̖̪͓p̖̭͔͍̭̳̙͜ḻ̡̘e̘͍͘.̡͖.̴̰̬̭̜͈.̮͚̘͎̰̬” he said, his shaking beginning to
slow, he seemed more... skeptical than anything, like he was still unsure about something. They seemed to stare at each other for what felt like a painful eternity, before the tension finally let up... and the ghost spoke again.
“ .̠̣͍.̲͓.̫̤̥̫͡W͍̙̰̣̰̝͓h̗o҉̼̲̲ ̮̱͙ar҉̮̝̖̯̠͕e͎͎̜̝͔͇ ̭̜̘͟y̥̬o̩̰̱̯̤̱̫u ̣ͅt̟̼͔̜̩-̧͓̯̥̘t̯͖͈͇͟ḩ̥̘͉̳͈̹e̱̳͚n͈̱̠͉.͕͓̝̘̤͉͟.͏͖͖̮̯̺̫.̙͉̳͇.͖̱̩͇̘̠͖͢ ͙̮̙͈a̶͈̼-̻͓̩̥̜á͖̬̗̬̠̲ṋ̗̗̭̱̤d̮́.͞.̭̗̥̟̬̦͝.̡ w̥͎-̰͔̗̙͕͕̥wh͠a͈͚͍̻̞ͅt̖̮͇̯̳ a͉͙̭̰̲̕-̶̪͖̪̮a̜̺̮̗͈̲̫r̺̟̠̲̗e͚͖̝̼͖ ̷͇͇̹̩y̯̘o̭u̷ ͍̗͍d̞͉̳͚͍̹o̯͓͔̖̳i̩͍͔̻͖̗n̢̺g͉ ̝̪̜̪h̢̞̝e̫̺r͉͔̖̻͞e͙̱̥͓̕?͔̗̟̼̦̰̖.̖͉̰͔̳͚̞͞.̱͍.͔̘̰̘̺͚͍”
