Shift Work, Hard Work

Indie, non-selective RP blog for Mike Schmidt (not Afton)/Animatronics of the FNAF series. AU, Multiverse, Multiship, Multifandom. Tracks the tag "fazbearsecurity". Status: Mike is back to work but still healing. Safety Officer Sam is new at the pizzeria. Please read the Rules before interacting.

[fazbear-security]

((It's about time this blog had a pinned post!

In honor of our soft reboot (as of June 2025), here are some quick links to some important topics to get us started:

Rules || General Navigation || Headcanons || Open RPs

See below the cut for some quick summaries of the main muses (human and animatronic) that we have available for interaction!))

Mike Schmidt

A tired, coffee-addicted college dropout who works the night shift as a security guard for Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria in Cove Valley, Oregon. He has a laundry list of trauma that he isn’t confronting, and devotes almost all of his free time to helping his mother run her foster home after his father’s passing. He scared easily and has a suspicious lucky streak that has let him dodge death no less than three times at the pizzeria (only one of which was animatronic-related).

Prize Puppet

A version of the Marionette character designed with reinforced legs to allow it to spring up from its box and present presents and prizes to kids. Once possessed by the soul of a murdered child, it - he - has since developed his own mischievous personality. The origin of the powerful supernatural abilities he displays are unknown.

Golden Freddy

An iteration of a limited edition Fredbear suit with built-in springlocks that is too damaged to wear. Possessed by the soul of a murdered child, he possesses strong supernatural abilities of an unknown origin, but struggles to speak clearly and physically move the suit. He can be dangerous and vengeful when angry, but is otherwise quite shy and introverted, and does not like to show himself to strangers.

Freddy Fazbear

The headline character and leader of the band. Once possessed by the soul of a murdered child, he has since developed his own personality influenced by his character programming. Charismatic and confident, he’s always ready to take requests and offer good advice.

Chica

The best (and only) drummer the pizzeria has ever seen. Once possessed by the soul of a murdered child, she has since developed her own personality influenced by her character programming. Optimistic and cheerful, she’s always ready to help you find the bright side - or a new favorite type of pizza!

Bonnie

The guitarist of the band and its (second) best known celebrity. Once possessed by the soul of a murdered child, he has since developed his own personality influenced by his character programming. He’s not the sharpest crayon in the box, but he always has a rabbit pun ready to break the ice.

Captain Foxy

The master storyteller who’s also an under appreciated artist. Once possessed by the soul of a murdered child, he has since developed his own personality influenced by his character programming. Dramatic and stubborn, he can be the most confrontational of the gang, but he means well…usually.

Safety Officer Sam

The resident safety officer and first aid provider. Once (temporarily) possessed by the soul of Mike Schmidt, he has since developed his own personality - partially influenced by his character programming and partially (heavily) influenced by traits and memories copied from Mike. Naive and just a little dense, he is always ready for disaster with his first aid kit and liquid bandage-dispensing licks.

[solitaria-fantasma]

((This is Astrid. She is 1 year old, probably. She may be a Shiba Inu/Husky mix. I’m her mom now.))

[fazbear-security]

((Been trapped in WIP Hell/Big Life Change Waiting Mode/ADHD Decision Paralysis for a few weeks now. Send help.))

[houseofswords]

Best Served Cold

Closed | for @fazbear-security

The cleaner was likely to wonder why a groove was worn into the sitting room carpet, but Eric Nye was well past the point of caring. He'd paced back and forth, back and forth, going over the same words until well past sundown, and still had yet to reach any sort of decision.

Professor Nye, Forgive me, for this must seem rather forward, and no doubt alarming. I have good reason for the cloak-and-dagger passing of letters, for it has come to my attention that...

A clue. A trail to follow. Those smugglers had tugged at the back of his mind for months now, working loose the threads until other thoughts came tumbling out. It made it difficult to focus on his research and lectures. Not that it mattered now; he'd cancelled all of his classes for the foreseeable future. His students would complain, but they'd manage.

This was so much more important.

It seemed that his feet had made up his mind for him, because he was most of the way down the landing to Michael's room before he came to his senses. His input would be invaluable; he knew the smugglers' faces, knew their scents, and would have insight, however limited, into their operations. But could he really ask the young man's assistance in a matter such as this? To ask him to once again put himself in harm's way when his original wounds had scarcely finished healing? Then again...

Maybe he wanted vengeance for what those men did to him, and it wasn't Eric's place to decide for him.

Swallowing, he reached up and rapped a knuckle on the closed door. The letter O'Donnell slipped him earlier that day scrunched in his hand, a sound that cut through the stillness with the finality of a blade. "Michael? Are you there? I wondered if this would be a good moment to speak to you."

[fazbear-security]

Michael felt his heart skip a beat or two at the news. He'd visited \the college, once or twice, though never for too long. Crowds made him...uneasy theses days. Had some undercover informant recognized him? Did they know where he was now? What if he'd been noticed and followed?!

The clear ring of the bell cut through his thoughts, and Michael remembered to breathe. He heard Eric speaking, but didn't quite hear the words as he took another deep breath to try and calm his racing heart. He frowned at his (much hairier than usual) arms and moved to roll down the sleeves of his shirt to cover them. He usually preferred them rolled up to his elbows, but right now, he'd rather they hide how much of his transformation was bleeding through his form.

"...oh! Uh, y-yes. I suppose it would." Michael tuned back in just in time to hear Eric's question. He hesitated for a moment, still fumbling with the button of one sleeve, before deciding to simply hook his heel around the leg of another chair to pull it out just enough to sit down. "...what do we do?" He asked Eric at last. What could they do?

[astrangeghost]

^^^^character dynamic i need to do more with .EVERYONE SEES YOUR WORTH EXCEPT FOR YOU💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

[fazbear-security]

” Heyyy Mike, happy holidays! Do you… want this ugly christmas sweater. Please say you do. I don’t want this— “ Fritz Smith. ( @fazbearmismatch )

Mike took one look at the offered sweater and burst out laughing.

"Oh, that is bad." The young man cackled. "My dad would've loved this thing. Yeah, for sure," He shifted his weight to take some pressure off of his own bad leg. He'd left his cane at home again. He did his job from a rolling chair he didn't need it. "I'll take it if you don't want it"

[formerlyluckymanticore]

Reblog if you will never. Ever. Use AI in your writing.

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[houseofswords]

Best Served Cold

Closed | for @fazbear-security

The cleaner was likely to wonder why a groove was worn into the sitting room carpet, but Eric Nye was well past the point of caring. He'd paced back and forth, back and forth, going over the same words until well past sundown, and still had yet to reach any sort of decision.

Professor Nye, Forgive me, for this must seem rather forward, and no doubt alarming. I have good reason for the cloak-and-dagger passing of letters, for it has come to my attention that...

A clue. A trail to follow. Those smugglers had tugged at the back of his mind for months now, working loose the threads until other thoughts came tumbling out. It made it difficult to focus on his research and lectures. Not that it mattered now; he'd cancelled all of his classes for the foreseeable future. His students would complain, but they'd manage.

This was so much more important.

It seemed that his feet had made up his mind for him, because he was most of the way down the landing to Michael's room before he came to his senses. His input would be invaluable; he knew the smugglers' faces, knew their scents, and would have insight, however limited, into their operations. But could he really ask the young man's assistance in a matter such as this? To ask him to once again put himself in harm's way when his original wounds had scarcely finished healing? Then again...

Maybe he wanted vengeance for what those men did to him, and it wasn't Eric's place to decide for him.

Swallowing, he reached up and rapped a knuckle on the closed door. The letter O'Donnell slipped him earlier that day scrunched in his hand, a sound that cut through the stillness with the finality of a blade. "Michael? Are you there? I wondered if this would be a good moment to speak to you."

[fazbear-security]

The wolf flinched underneath his skin at that single sentence and Michael's jaw clicked shut before any sharpening of teeth could be seen.

It had been a great comfort to know that most of the men who had trapped beaten threatened used wronged him were where they belonged. Whether that had been behind bars or dead, he didn't know, and he hadn't cared enough to press either Professor Nye or Mr. Connor for details. But he felt foolish for letting his guard down now. Of course that hell had only been a part of something larger.

"So they are still operating." Michael said slowly, careful not to bite his own tongue. He could feel his heart racing in his chest and hoped it was just his own enhanced hearing that made it sound so loud. "Are they...here?" His eyes flicked back and forth from Eric to the letter, but he made no move to reach for it. "In London, I mean?"

[fazbear-security]

Non-spoiler-free FNAF 2 Movie thoughts below the cut, GO!:

General thoughts:

I loved it. Was it the best movie ever written? Absolutely not. Were there plot holes? Like Swiss cheese on crack. Was it enjoyable? Hell yes it was!

Some common critiques I've heard from other viewers have been that characters seemed to go regress/go backwards in their development, the actions of the adults weren't realistic, and that there were just too many plot holes. I agree with a lot of that, actually, but I don't think that makes the movie 'bad'.

Yes, Vanessa's character development did take a step or two backwards. But consider...she's a deeply traumatized woman who grew up as William Afton's favorite child and has no proper coping skills to deal with it. She was gifted 'trophies' that her father stole from the kids he killed. It's highly likely her father used her as a lookout when killing children in the 80s (note how terrified she looks when she tries to stop Charlotte from going after the boy her father took to the back - she knew what was happening and knew that she couldn't stop it). This woman is hanging on by her fingertips to maintain a facade of 'all is well!' but she has no-idea what 'well' actually looks like.

Yes, there were a lot of action in the movie that weren't realistic. Vanessa drew her gun on a concerned friend from her spin class while hallucinating her father and was allowed to just walk away with no pressure or even mention of police involvement. Realistically, white woman officer-on-medical-leave or not, that wouldn't be swept under the rug and forgotten...but that scene serves the purpose of showing just how affected Vanessa is by her father's memory and her realizing she can't afford to keep ignoring the problem, hence running straight home and immediately trying Mike's dream theory suggestion.

Yes, there were a lot of plot holes. Toy Chica would not have been able to wash the blood off of her hands after murdering Mr. Berg fast enough to then return to Abby before anyone noticed her missing during the science fair, much less not be seen by anyone else, at the speed she moves. Not every parent in the first restaurant would've ignored a clearly distressed little girl running around shouting for help. The Puppetlings (Mini-Marionettes?) aren't shown to have any movable joints or mouths that open and shouldn't have been able to shred that ghost hunter like a pack of cartoon piranhas.

But I don't even think any of the above concerns matter. Tons of people still found this movie enjoyable (it's been out two weeks and is already turning a profit!) and a fun movie that you're going to want to watch repeatedly, in my opinion, is leagues better than a critically-acclaimed movie that you'll watch once, maybe twice, at best.

Little things I liked (in not-so-little sentences):

Abby is the weird kid at her school and we see her making/having friends because of it. The kids on her bus even outright say "You're crazy. Wanna sit with us at lunch?" and I think that's a very pleasant shift from the typical 'nobody at school likes the protagonist child and that's why they're a loner'. Abby's not a loner - she's just a very independent kid with typical logic skills and the impulse control of a kid her age growing up in the 90s-early 2000s.

Mike and Jeremiah are still show to be good friends. In the first movie, we don't see Jeremiah after Mike gets fired from the mall security job, so we don't get much about their friendship besides 'they worked together once'. But in this movie, Jeremiah is regularly visiting the Schmidt house to help Mike renovate it during the week. He has a secret handshake with Abby. He gets Vanessa to the house when her car breaks down during the climactic showdown, probably witnesses Foxy kicking Toy Bonnie's face in on the porch, and gets involved to clothesline Michael Afton when he tries to run away when all the Toys are taken out. He's Mike's ride-or-die, 'this-guy-is-weird-af-but-I-like-whatever-is-wrong-with-him' friend!

Mike was absolutely in the right to hang up on the school admin. What do you MEAN there was an 'incident' and a student left the premises in clear distress and you didn't even TRY to call her guardian to inform him until he called specifically looking for her?!

Henry was perfect. He's a father still grieving his daughter's loss twenty years later in a house that's falling apart on the outside and not much better on the inside. He knows William killed his daughter but has no proof. He went to the franchise location of the pizzeria that destroyed his family just to tape up a flyer in the hopes that people would call the number and he could infodump his true crime 'theory' to them. He's been tearing himself apart with his greatest failure ever since Charlotte died. He was 90% useless and 10% critical plot info and I loved it.

The Marionette pulled a Lefty with Toy Chica and ngl the reveal scared me almost as much as the possessed!Abby jumpscare that followed.

SHADOW BONNIE???

Even though Abby's life is in imminent danger, Mike takes a detour to stop at the franchise location where the first movie went down to beg the ghost children (whom he's been convinced until this point have already moved on) to help him save Abby.

Abby, Mike, and Vanessa all see Golden Freddy!Child's ghost after the spirits start to move on. Vanessa doesn't really react and Mike is just chill with talking to ghosts now. I just think that's neat. :)

Neither of those were the voices I expected to come out of Toy Freddy and Toy Bonnie and if I hadn't already known going in that MatPat was voicing Toy Bonnie I would not have been able to guess.

CIRCUS BABY?? CIRCUS BABY IN THE DREAM CLOSET???

Theory I'm still clinging to:

Garrett could still be the Puppet. I know Michael Afton told the ghost hunting team that "they never made another" in reference to the Marionette at the original location, but that COULD just mean that they never built another Marionette with the function/ability to control other animatronics via wi-fi. I am determined to believe that these brothers get to reunite.

[houseofswords]

Best Served Cold

Closed | for @fazbear-security

The cleaner was likely to wonder why a groove was worn into the sitting room carpet, but Eric Nye was well past the point of caring. He'd paced back and forth, back and forth, going over the same words until well past sundown, and still had yet to reach any sort of decision.

Professor Nye, Forgive me, for this must seem rather forward, and no doubt alarming. I have good reason for the cloak-and-dagger passing of letters, for it has come to my attention that...

A clue. A trail to follow. Those smugglers had tugged at the back of his mind for months now, working loose the threads until other thoughts came tumbling out. It made it difficult to focus on his research and lectures. Not that it mattered now; he'd cancelled all of his classes for the foreseeable future. His students would complain, but they'd manage.

This was so much more important.

It seemed that his feet had made up his mind for him, because he was most of the way down the landing to Michael's room before he came to his senses. His input would be invaluable; he knew the smugglers' faces, knew their scents, and would have insight, however limited, into their operations. But could he really ask the young man's assistance in a matter such as this? To ask him to once again put himself in harm's way when his original wounds had scarcely finished healing? Then again...

Maybe he wanted vengeance for what those men did to him, and it wasn't Eric's place to decide for him.

Swallowing, he reached up and rapped a knuckle on the closed door. The letter O'Donnell slipped him earlier that day scrunched in his hand, a sound that cut through the stillness with the finality of a blade. "Michael? Are you there? I wondered if this would be a good moment to speak to you."

[fazbear-security]

When Michael had been a child, transforming had been easy - so much so that his parents used to tease that he must've taken his first steps on four legs instead of two. As he'd grown older, it had required more conscious intention. The thought of his bones and organs rearranging themselves from one form to another started to make him uncomfortable, an the more he thought about it the harder it became to transform in one smooth motion.

He had practiced, of course; before any of his siblings had been allowed to leave the borders of the town, their parents had impressed upon them the absolute importance of control (both for the protection of others and themselves). While he had never quite mastered his older siblings' talents of transforming whenever they pleased, he'd gotten good enough by the time he'd turned eighteen that his parents were comfortable letting him travel one town over, then two, and eventually overseas. But now...

"I'm fine." Michael whispered under his breath, willing the dark tint in his fingernails to fade as he fought back the very transformation he'd once had to coax into being. All those years of practice were doing him no good now. "I'm safe. I'm not in danger any more." The words rang hollow in his own ears, and when there came a knock at the door, the young man startled like a skittish horse. The voice that called his name was a familiar one, though, and Michael took a deep breath that was just a tad more hysterical than he'd have liked before composing himself and hurrying to answer.

"Professor Nye, of course." He made sure to smile as he opened the door. His struggles with his wolf were his problems, not those of his gracious host. "What did you want to talk about?"

[fazbear-security]

((Just bought tickets to see the new movie with my bestie tomorrow and all the taken theater seats are little puppet faces.

This is so cute I'm gonna die-))

[fazbear-security]

Freddy and the gang can't swear, as their child-friendly programming filters out inappropriate words. The spirits that seeded their supernatural AIs were children, however, so their definition of 'inappropriate words' ranges from actual, serious swears to words like 'lint-licker'.

Sam, who had an adult (Mike) spirit to kickstart his supernatural AI, can swear, but chooses not to.

[fazbear-security]

((I can't remember for the life of me if I've ever made it canon here, officially, so to cover bases:

Mike's mother Jodie is an actual witch who tries to hex his last ex when she has a bad day, blesses all of her foster kids for good fortune, and accidentally made the family dog immortal because she didn't have the heart to tell her husband that larger breeds tend to have shorter lifespans. She's in charge of a very specific restricted section at the city library that contains actual spell books and tomes on supernatural history and is solely responsible for making sure whatever gets checked out of that section gets returned in its original condition.

And that's my excuse for why Mikey's survived getting hit by two cars, two murder attempts, at least three canonical suitings, and having his soul temporarily removed with minimal lasting harm.))

[fazbear-security]

Well that just takes the fun out of it. Hur.

"Do you mean 'fun' or do you really mean 'give Mike a heart attack'?" The guard frowned. "Because that's what that would do."

[fazbear-security]

can I play my little jingle when your power goes out

"I would reeeeaaally prefer you to not." Mike winced. "Why can't you, uh, sing your little jingle with the power still on?"

[fazbear-security]

Hi!

"Hi!" Mike turned around, half-expecting to see one of his coworkers. He was a little surprised to not see anyone standing behind him until he looked down.

"Oh, sorry." The young man adjusted the crutch he leaned on to be a bit more comfortable and smiled. "What can I do for you, little lady?" He asked.

((And if this was meant as an OOC hello, then Hello!! :D))

[princesslizzyfnafton]

“What’s your name?”

[fazbear-security]

"My name's Mike." He tapped the nametag pinned to his shirt. Someone has drawn the number '3" just above the end of his name in a glittery pink marker. "There's actually a couple of 'Mikes' who work here, but I haven't met them yet." He chuckled. "I'm the newest one, I think. What's your name?"

[princesslizzyfnafton]

“I’m Lizzy!”

[fazbear-security]

"It's nice to meet you, Lizzy! Is it your birthday today?" She wasn't wearing one of the cheesy, faux satin sashes that were given out in the party kits, but not all kids chose to wear them. "Or are you here celebrating with one of your friends?"