Finn

An aspiring writer who has an unhealthy obsession with the daycare attendants xoxo

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In preparation for the rewrite please read (warning will go at beginning of chapter one)

Hello, hello! Before you dive into this fic I first want to thank everyone for sticking with my indecisive ass for so long. There have been many changes made throughout this fic and several rewrites and plot changes and new characters popping up that I got a little overwhelmed. This is going to be a massive project and I'm a one man band.

There is going to be content in here that coincides with the usual fnaf lore but I am also heavily inspired by Stephen King. This means there is going to be gore, visceral, horror elements and awful characters that you will want to punch. There are going to be characters that may make you go what the fuck because of their actions and pasts but I want to make it clear that I do not condone or support any of those actions. There are going to be characters with skewed perceptions on the world and since this is set in the UK, despite it being a future setting, you will find mindsets very similar to our current era. This includes out of date thinking, classism, poverty, living cost crisis (which will make more sense beyond just the AI element of this fic when I dive into more of the worldbuilding)

You, the reader, are a guy in his twenties. The main difference between this rewrite is you are already made aware of your origins and spiralled. BUT you only find out the details through the little glimpses you get in a dreamscape. My job as a writer is to try and be as accurate as possible. This means there are going to be disorders and numerous mental illnesses explained/explored throughout this project, I will heavily research into these of course, however if there is anything I've said that is incorrect please correct me. I know this is quite a heavy authors note and fics are usually fun and light — trust me there's a lot in here too don't worry about that — but this is also a project I'm making to challenge myself.

This is going to be the only warning you get. There is laughter and moments that will make you swoon for some of the characters, but there will be a lot of political talk and crazy lore and worldbuilding that could possibly get confusing the further we go in. Hopefully, there will be a few moments where you'll cry and if there is I will buy us a whole fucking tub of ice cream so we can cry together because I assure you writing those scenes hurt me just as much as they're going to hurt you lmao.

The setting for this is post-war and as such poverty, alcoholism, classism and everything that follows media with this topic is going to be included. There is a new country on planet Earth, a recently established one. They are the ones that started a war with the UK, particularly targeting poorer areas to invoke unrest amongst the population. This entire fic is based around the town I've grown up in and the reader is what it is like having completely different, more educated views than adults who never really continued their education past highschool.

The reader is also a pessimist and has a very negative outlook on life so please keep this in mind as you read this fic. He's a very blunt, no nonsense guy just stating things how it is in an effort to not spiral and dive into the difficult what-ifs of his own identity.

To give you a better idea of what this fic is going to be about allow me to create a list:

Interesting dynamics between characters who are similar in personalities but have entirely different viewpoints.

Polar opposite characters

Who were you before? Where are you? Oh god you're spiralling again and again and again and—

Cults

My take on the spiritual realm

You are a baby witch in this btw, I'm talking tarot cards, runes, the whole shebang.

Government corruption/ Fazco corruption

Mysteries, puzzles, secrets to uncover

A shit ton of foreshadowing

Difficult topics (Depression, wars, famine, poverty, suicide, self harm, alcoholism, PTSD, lack of disabled access in the park — just because technology has advanced doesn't mean humanity's mindset has.)

Miscommunication

A bit of unreliable narrator (I intend on exploring some character's pov's with very different outlooks on the world. Something they assume is simply being a person/something they were wired to do will come across as something extravagant to someone else. This will be explored)

Grief

Character death

Sun and Moon WILL appear as separate animatronics whenever they decide the timing is right. I won't lie to you, half of these characters write themselves.

Simpery from the get go from some animatronics as soon as they lay their eyes on the reader.

Oh and I've changed the setting a bit so not only is it futuristic but it's got a little hint of sci-fi/space exploration in there.

In other words you are in for a very long ride. We have around twenty something animatronics to introduce and that's without the human characters. I will try and draw them but art isn't one of my better strengths. Please bear with any slow updates/hiatuses — this is not the only big project I'm working on. Hope you got your magnifying glass, ice cream and tissues ready.

Enjoy~

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The amount of Moon model favouritism on my page is hilarious considering the fact that I bet the majority of you don't have a good sleep schedule. Yeah, I know what you are

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Which one?

Character One

Character Two

Character Seven

Character Ten

Voting ended onDec 16, 2025

These are characters I haven't fully fleshed out yet/ need to do more personality tests for. Use the vote from before for reference for each character!

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I present to you all, Malware (It/Its pronouns)

This was very fun to write and also so difficult because I didn't want to give away too much about this character. Technically, you have already met this fella in the fic :)

Also this is the first ever character I have written with these pronouns so there may be a few slip-ups here and there because I am a dumbass. Its identity does have a bit of a story to it so if I slip up in the fic please let me know, I have so many characters so I know for a fact I will end up making mistakes lmao.

You’d like to say you woke up rather peacefully today, groggy maybe, but with enough energy to start the day. Alas it was not to be, mostly because a certain bot simply couldn’t wait for you to sleep in any longer. Really, you should have expected to be awoken at an ungodly time, this Moon does not function the way its predecessors did and it makes it a point to prove that to you all. A hand shakes your shoulder roughly and you groan, turning on your side to avoid the incessant impatience of Malware trying to get your attention. You know it’s Malware because of the way it shakes you, laying the flat of its fingers across your collarbone, the sharp points of its claws pointed away from you. It is only when your brain acknowledges the blinking lights infiltrating the thin coverings of your eyelids that you open your eyes.

When you shift to sit up, the moonbot is already at the side of your bed and crouched like a gargoyle, hopping from one foot to the other in a very rare display of happiness. You squint at it, trying to parse what antics it’d gotten up to now. Although it doesn’t speak – its usual method tends to scramble your mind at the moment – its face is easy enough to read. But for once, this grin isn’t full of mischief and its eyes seem a little softer than usual, if slightly brighter.

You open your mouth to question its methods of waking you but find your attention drawn to the blinking lights hung haphazardly along your walls. Instead of the Christmas bulbs you had been expecting you are instead greeted with the sight of black cats and orange pumpkins – lights leftover from the Halloween party. 

Christmas hasn’t really been something you celebrated because of high tension in the past, financial difficulties, and so on. So you decided to not decorate your room out of fear of something bad happening – your luck really is that bad. It’s a stupid thought, you are aware of this, but it does little to lessen your anxiety nonetheless. You don’t hate the holiday, quite the opposite in fact. When the bot giggles in the usual, staticky way it always does, you turn to it confused. Still grinning, it gestures to a pile of blankets on the ground. They’re of various materials, some thinner than others, and arranged in a way that reminds you of a bird’s nest. Brief irritation replaced by intrigue, you lean forward on your bed to squint at two presents lying there. One large and one much smaller.

“Malware…” You start, looking back at the moonbot.

It shakes its head, already predicting your answer and points to the lights and signs, “not Christmas themed.”

Clearly its BSL lessons with Arkas have been paying off.

You shake your head in amusement. “I can see that. How did you even manage this? I thought it took a lot of energy for you to…you know.”

“Freyr helped.”

“I thought you two didn’t get along?”

Its grin turns sheepish and it twirls the end of its nightcap between two claws for a second and then signs, “I am not sneaky.”

“He caught you?”

It nods. “But the nest was all me, the presents too. Well, sort of. Others want to wait until you are awake.”

“And you couldn’t also wait until the sun came up, why?”

“Impatient. Also, you snore. I thought you were dying.”

Mildly offended, you throw a pillow in its direction and it hops to the side, covering its grin with a hand as if to stifle a giggle. Cheeky fucker. 

“So these presents are from you and someone else?” It nods and you peer at it curiously, “who?”

“You will find out.” It giggles.

Sighing, you climb out of bed and make your way over to the nest. Kneeling down in the nest, you barely get a chance to pick up the first present before a blanket is thrown around your shoulders and you turn your head to watch as the moonbot settles behind you on its side, practically curling around your body and resting its head in an oversized hand. Its eyes flicker from the gifts to you and it tilts its faceplate in the direction of the latter, bell chiming gently against its upper arm. 

Getting the hint, you roll your eyes and begin unwrapping the first present, smiling softly at the little pinprick holes in the paper where it couldn’t quite avoid damaging the paper with its claws. The Moon looms over your shoulder and you feel its eyes on you as you reveal the object within, rotating it in your hands. It’s a very large notebook with a group drawing of you and the bots at the front. Above you all is a full moon and below it a few sentences that are oddly familiar to you. 

“You have writer’s block but there is a remedy for that.”

“And that is?”

“You simply write more until something sticks.”

Gawking, you whip your head around but find the bot already staring at you, taking in your expression with unbridled glee. “I…this is a conversation I had with Neptune! How did you–”

“Writing is something that relaxes you.” It replies, as if that answers every question brewing within your mind. You look back at the notebook and note that inside the moon there is a weird metal piece that protrudes from it. Grasping it with two fingers, you turn it clockwise and jump as a thick, metal strap pops out from two hidden compartments from the front cover and back and snaps together. “And privacy is something very important to you, also.”

You watch the bot as it grins and reaches over to grab one of the smaller presents, the shape giving what it is away before you even open it. Taking it from its palm, you tear the paper and stare at the golden lock in your palm. It’s been modified to snap across the seam of the band tightly, preventing it from being unlocked by simply turning the dial again. You glance from the lock to the notebook, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, “this is…the nicest thing anyone has ever gotten me.”

Malware freezes and then sits up to tug you into its side. “No, no, don’t cry–”

“These are happy tears, dumbass.” You laugh, hugging it. Malware relaxes instantly and coils its arms around you. “I love it, thank you! Is Neptune awake right now?”

It shakes its head and grins. “But I said I would record your reaction.”

“Does he know you woke me up early?”

“I may have to use Freyr as a shield.”

“Would he agree to that?”

“You say that as if he will be given a choice.” It says and then points at the notebook, tilting its faceplate, “what will you use it for?”

Honestly, you hadn’t thought about that. Writing fiction was definitely something you wanted to try exploring at some point, but this notebook didn’t feel right for such a big project. The last thing you wanted to do was waste all the paper jotting down ideas and scribbling out ones that wouldn’t work – though you’re sure Neptune and Malware would enjoy that mess regardless, they would just be happy you had put pen to paper again. 

You stare at it and hum. “I think…maybe to write a book of some sort? Not fiction, though.”

It nods. “Big project. Might I make a suggestion?”

“I’m listening.”

“An autobiography would be interesting.” It says and when you give it an incredulous look, its grin stretches. “Doesn’t have to be published. Could be a good way to reflect on your past, maybe better than…those.”

You follow its claw to the pile of journals piled up in the corner of the room and wince. “Yeah, you may have a point.”

“Those are good for anger but this autobiography could be good for acceptance, moving on.”

You tap a finger against the cover and then smile. “You know what? I like that idea. Mind grabbing me a pen?”

Malware moves so quickly that by the time you blink there is a pen in your palm and it is wrapped around you, looming once again over your shoulder and peering at the notebook with pure excitement. You snort and turn to the first page, “let’s see then…”

You end up writing well into the early morning and when Solace appears at your door trying to wake you up, he’s surprised to find you curled in a nest with your new notebook floating midair. It takes the android a second to remember the new feature you had added to the network and there he sees Malware on its back scanning the pages and sending them in a secure packet to someone else on the network. Deciding to give you another hour of rest, he retreats back downstairs. 

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For an early Christmas present I give you...a choice of a drabble with characters that haven't been introduced yet plus snippets of them below so you can properly decide :)

Character One

Character Two

Character Three

Character Four

Character Five

Character Six

Character Seven

Character Eight

Character Nine

Character Ten

Character Eleven

Character Twelve

Voting ended onDec 12, 2025

Character One:

You open your mouth to give a cheeky reply but REDACTED beats you to it with a bark of laughter, “aw, no way! You got that old code, ain’t ya? You’re one of them bots directly inspired by the original. That’s funky, I ain’t ever seen one of you before.”

Character Two:

You had expected the bot to run through some calculations first to properly awaken his system or something but none of that happened and you fall onto your ass in surprise as he sits up, a large hand taking hold of your wrist and grin widening.

“Well hello, who do we have here? Aren’t you guapo.~” He sings, leaning forward to invade your personal space. REDACTED ticks his faceplate slightly to the left and chuckles. His voice is a perfect blend of seductive and charming, if a little cheeky. “Do you have a name, my dear?~”

Character Three:

 You gesture to everything and grin, “welcome to my room.”

He hums, gaze flitting around. “Is it always this bare, Star? I must admit I don’t quite like the lack of tapestries and…you don’t even own a lava lamp? That’s preposterous!”

You snort and cross over to open your door and he follows close behind, steps faltering slightly in surprise as the environment ripples in a grey sheen around you. “Feel free to buy me one.”

He gives you a cheeky grin. “Do not tempt me, dear. Now where is it you want us to go?”

Character Four

For a second, he says nothing and then his lips curl into a fanged grin and he bows, an arm pressed against his stomach. “Hello there, mechanic. Forgive me for my untimely intrusion, I don’t remember this place being overrun by endoskeletons the last time I was here – it had me recalculating quite a few routes to get to you~” 

You find yourself surprised by the slight robotic sound of his voice. It isn’t grating like those cheap AI’s you used to find on old phones but every word is perfectly pronounced and male-sounding. He’s calm, soothing yet cool – relaxed as if he has all of the time in the world for his dramatic entrance despite the horde growing ever closer to your position. 

Character Five

It takes another step and the static pierces. This time your body steps back because of the pain and not from fear, a hiss pushing past your lips. The moonbot ticks its faceplate to the left, something akin to impatience crossing its expression for only a second before being replaced by resignation and it folds its legs to sit in the sand, the bell at the end of its hat chiming softly. Other than the bell, everything else about its appearance is so sharp. It drags its claws through the sand, gaze still not moving from you – as if it is afraid to look away in case you run away again. You can’t blame it for thinking in such a way but to prove you’re not planning on doing such a thing this time around, you swallow the lump in your throat and take a seat yourself. 

The skies rumble unsurely above you.

Character Six

Neptune waves lazily from his position on the table, crescent eyes looking REDACTED up and down, calculating. Max’s greeting is much more enthusiastic as he leaps over the box to get a closer look at the new bot’s wings. REDACTED tenses at the sudden movement, squinting at your co-worker and leaning slightly away from him.

“Can you actually fly?” 

“Obviously not.” He grunts in reply. REDACTED'S voice is on the harsher end, gruff and a tone of ‘no nonsense’ you can’t help but compare to Freyr when he’s working. “Get away from me.”

“Max, leave him alone.” You scold, “I said to be quiet if you were going to watch me turn him on.”

“But they’re so cool!” He whines, reaching out to poke at one of the larger wings. The bot reacts before you can even process the idiotic thing your friend just did, grasping Max’s wrist in a harsh grip and hissing out, “I remember distinctly saying to get away from me. Your profile states no issues with your hearing but maybe you should get checked out for a processing disability instead.”

Character Seven:

A moon model with striking resemblance to the original saunters down a runway, face painted with clown makeup and grin stretching wide and filled with needle sharp teeth. They spin and bend at the waist to give someone booing at the front of the crowd their attention. Ticking their faceplate to the left, the bell at the end of their hat chiming gently against their back, they pull at the bottom of an eye with one finger and press a button at the base of their throat pipe with their other hand. Their jaw unhinges and the man flinches back in surprise at the several rows of sharp teeth behind the first set and then grimaces as a black tongue snakes out of their maw. Well, the moonbot has certainly made his thoughts clear on the man’s complaints.

When the bot stands back up, it isn’t followed by any booing and they skip down the rest of the runway, hands clasped neatly behind their back. Laughter drums in your ears and when you look back to the crowd, the man that booed is getting pointed at and laughed at by fans. Their faces are painted in a similar way as the moonbot’s. 

Character Eight:

REDACTED gives him a closed eyed smile, his rays turning in a lazy spin. “Well, I’d say you’re well on your way to becoming a hero. However, you’re already one in my eyes…and as I’ve heard you say before ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder’. You may see yourself as a villain but I have yet to see anyone run from you out of fear – be that a child, adult or animatronic.”

“How long have you been spying on us exactly?”

“Since I first arrived.”

He squints.

Character Nine:

With a smooth gesture the cards disappear from their hand entirely and they plant their feet on the carpet to sit in the chair properly, clawed hands clasped neatly on the table. Their silicone lips pull into a wide grin, displaying sharp yellow teeth, “about time, I was beginning to drift off.”

You blink. Out of everything, an American accent hadn’t been what you were expecting. Kai’s description about the bot was correct, his tone was disarmingly charming and smooth, with more rumble than Whirl’s but still with that fancy flick to it. 

-

“Dunno, thought he turned me on,” he says, gesturing to Kai.

“They.” Freyr corrects from behind you.

“Ah, my apologies,” he mutters, sending an apologetic squint Kai’s way. “I thought they had turned me on but I suppose I was incorrect in that assumption.”

(No he isn't my favourite i have no idea what you're talking about)

Character Ten:

“I presume you’re the Mechanic?” They ask, amused. Their voice is really pretty, soft like Neptune’s but high enough to be associated with a Sun – the accent is familiar, definitely British but you’re unsure where you’ve heard it before. Maybe Bristol?

“That would be me, yeah.” You sigh, hugging yourself. 

They watch you and hum. “My name is REDACTED, no need to be nervous. I’ll make this as comfortable as possible.”

You squint, somehow having a feeling that what they consider to be comfortable would not be your comfortable. Still, you listen when they ask you to move over into the middle of the room, taking a measuring tape from one of the tables before pausing and looking you up and down in thought, humming.

Character Eleven:

A warm hand on your shoulder distracts you from your thoughts and you peer up at the moonbot, curiously. His grin widens slightly and he swishes a glass of wine in front of your face, “wakey, wakey, darling. I have your favourite.~”

You sit up with a snort and take the glass, “thanks, but how do you know I haven’t decided to  go on a diet or something?”

He raises a brow. “Well, if you had, I'd have to say it’s quite unnecessary. You are perfect the way you are.” He reaches out for the glass, eyes shining teasingly, “alas, if such a change in lifestyle makes you happy then who am I to discourage you…”

Character Twelve:

The television goes dark. In the reflection, mismatched eyes brighten and darken again and then with a growl, they shove the box off the table. Rats squeak and scurry along the floor, trying to find shelter in case their new guest turns his anger to them. His eyes follow them. Brighten. One blue on black and a green swirl on white. Dull. Sigh. He goes over to the thick metal door, grabbing the handle and opening it in one swift motion, screeeecccchhh. He exits.

From the boxy tv the screen flickers back on, purple and white bars appearing across the screen and distorting the news reporter's voice. “Galactic Getaway, a new theme park based in the UK and entirely themed after space has failed to respond to residents’ concerns regarding the recent missing children cases–”

A child’s giggle sounds from within. “Run, rabbit, run, run, run.~”

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A trip, a thought, a dream...and a stalker

Isn’t it odd how we dream?

Simple thoughts in endless scenes.

Whether they be memories,

worlds or scenes from shows,

there is something in there –

a message that only we know.

They said dreams have meanings,

like the ones where you fall from 

a high place or the ones where

you trip and fall only to suddenly awake.

They have meanings,

some of them anyway.

But what do you do when 

there’s a creature in front of you?

It stands stock still,

dressed in purple hues

and spitting static like

sparks from friction.

You are reminded of that old show,

the one with the stone angels,

the Doctor and the grief 

that follows.

This creature is following you.

Does it wish to harm you?

This isn’t a dream you’re

aware of having prior

to this moment.

You look away…

and it takes a step. 

You swing your head round

but it’s no longer there.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end,

and you turn slowly slowly slowly until…

The End.

:)))

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Still alive!

Sorry for the lack of updates, I'm now back at University so I need to temporarily prioritise my main books however I haven't forgotten about this and have been writing chapters and fixing the lore behind the scenes. In fact, I'm currently working on an edited version already and have many future scenes already written out! I can't spoil anything but this is what all my notes for this universe looks like so far lmao

Below is my main project -- a dark fantasy series in case anyone was curious lol

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For The Neptune Lovers

You frown, puzzled. “I mean, I guess? But what are you trying to get at?”

“I’m just trying to get to know you.”

“Why don’t you just ask?”

He gives you a look of amused exasperation. “Selcouth, you are very closed off. We know some of the basics, but everything else is…a bit of a mystery for lack of better words. You are mysterious, and I quite like to unpack mysteries. But to even begin with such a large task, hints are needed.~”

“I could just, like, tell you everything outright–”

“Now, where would the fun in that be, hm? I much prefer hearing your thoughts about these movies.” He says, gesturing to the wall. You glance over at the screen with a grimace and then snap your attention back to Neptune when you hear him searching for something, watching in puzzlement as he reaches under one blanket, then a second, and a third before finally pulling out a large notebook with the cover of ‘A Starry Night’ plastered across it. He shifts to sit against the headboard, holding the oversized notebook with such care that you get amused at the thought of Venus staring at it with such jealousy.

You copy Neptune’s position and he glances at you, grin widening every so slightly. “This is full of my musings about the media I have taken a particular interest in it. I would enjoy seeing you add to my thoughts or even make your own interpretations–”

“I don’t write anymore.”

He chuckles. “Selcouth, a writer does not simply just stop writing. You simply haven’t found something interesting to write about, to fixate on. You have hit writer’s block, but there is a remedy for that.”

“And that is?”

Neptune hovers the notebook in front of you and reluctantly you take it. “You simply write more until something sticks.”

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I wonder who pisses you off so much (this scene isn't coming anytime soon but god I love it so much)

A lot of acting was going to be needed today and Sullivan must have sensed your annoyance because he’s assigned the two animatronics behind you to distract REDACTED should your temper get the better of you.

Psh as if your temper is going to get the better of you. You can be a perfectly mature adult to a pompous prick, no problem at all.

-

 His lips upturn, enough to make his cheeks dimple and he stares down at you, not a single imperfection on his face. You could easily change that with just one right hook to this pompous prick’s fucking face–

-

“Aw, I didn’t win you over?”

You couldn’t win a fucking duck at a carnival you pompous fuck.

-

Blood boiling, you realise that maybe, just maybe, you won’t survive this interaction after all.

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1333,56 words for the main fic. Add the scenes I've written, the miro board, character arcs, long and short drabbles, introductions, general worldbuilding and we're at 273,065 words. God damn.

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“Just because things hadn’t gone the way I’d planned didn’t necessarily mean they’d gone wrong.”

— Unknown

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The vote has been decided. Let the games begin (poll at the bottom)

I don't wanna ruin the full effect of the introductions for obvious reasons since a lot of em need editing so you may get more words on one character than you would on another, apologies for that, but I also don't wanna give any spoilers to lore.

“That’s what his manual said.” You say with a shrug, entering the workshop and crossing over to the new bot. Spotting the tape keeping the contents sealed inside, you look over your shoulder at the jester. He’s standing in the doorway, his attention seemingly elsewhere and you frown, wondering if he’s speaking to Zip about something. “Whirl? Mind helping me out?”

Even as he walks to your side and gingerly slides a claw in a perfect line down the tape, he doesn’t speak a word. Beyond the whirring of his fans – which have since increased in volume you notice – the only thing disrupting the tense silence is the faint buzzing of the lights above you both. For a second, you debate on asking if he’s alright but decide against it, knowing he would just change the topic, and flip open the flaps of the box. 

The first thing that greets you is a grinning face and you flinch back, not expecting one of the eyelights to be online and staring up at you. The other is hidden behind a silicone eyelid and is more human shaped than the right one which reminds you more of an eye you’d see in a skull. Grabbing his manual, you skim through it and then reach over to press at a small button on his chest. Holding it for exactly ten seconds, you startle slightly as REDACTED'S mismatched eyes online – the blue brightening drastically and the second – a red dot– rolling out from the back of his skull. You had expected the bot to run through some calculations first to properly awaken his system or something but none of that happened and you fall onto your ass in surprise as he sits up, a large hand taking hold of your wrist and grin widening.

“Well hello, who do we have here? Aren’t you guapo.~” He sings, leaning forward to invade your personal space. REDACTED ticks his faceplate slightly to the left and chuckles. His voice is a perfect blend of seductive and charming, if a little cheeky. “Do you have a name, my dear?~”

“His name is get the fuck off of him before I kill you, arrancar!”

Whatever he just said did not sound polite in the slightest and you’re overcome with the urge to pin him with a glare. He said he'd be good and here he was doing the exact same thing Freyr and Neptune had! You’re going to start banning all of the bots from your workshop, they’re all like cranky dogs trying to mark their territory and it was getting beyond annoying. A finger taps against the side of your wrist in thought and you look back at the new bot. He’s staring at Whirl, even as he moves his other arm to grab his skull mask, putting it over his faceplate in one swift motion leaving only his eyes and grin to be seen and hums, “now why do you seem so familiar, hm?”

Which playlist do you think belongs to this character?

Red 2

Red 3

Red 4

Voting ended onJul 3, 2025

[restless-soulz]

i can't believe i'm posting this

ATTENTION FNAF DAYCARE ATTENDENT FIC AUTHORS IMPORTANT TIPS FOR WRITING A DAYCARE

here's a couple tips for actually working in a daycare:

-there is...so much paperwork. kid gets hurt and has visible injury? incident report. kid starts acting out? incident report. kid needs new supplies like diapers, clothes, wipes, or sheets? send a paper home. there's also check in sheets both online and physical copy, a record of food/meals eaten, and transfer sheet for when kids move out of your area.

^and that's not even counting the amount of paperwork it takes to get hired. i swear i filled out about five of the same application stuff, and needed copies of drivers license, fingerprint clearance card, college transcripts/ged, cpr certificate, and then you have to take the training/onboarding packets. and also the t-dap test for tuberculosis.

-there are state legislations about how many kids are allowed to be in the care of one teacher at a certain age. it can even change county to county. we call it "in ratio". two teachers in one class means you can have twice the ratio or even one or two above. example: infants (4wks - 1yr) ratio is 1:5. Ones are 1:6. Twos are 1:8, Threes are 1:13. PreK is 1:15, School age is 1:20.

-It's popular nowadays to have open door policies to parents and have frequent photos of the kids taken throughout the day as you do activities.

-Activities! There is usually a quick curriculum to follow in a preschool, but not really in a daycare but i find that boring. We do themed events every month and get to redecorate our classrooms and do special activities with the kids and I think Sun and Moon would appreciate it.

-When kids aren't playing together, they usually are playing with toys. There are so many toys and you have to be careful with younger ages that keep PUTTING THINGS IN THEIR MOUTHS AND CAUSING INFECTIOUS DISEASES TO HAPPEN. You MUST keep a close eye on what they put in/by their mouths because kids are gross and they WILL give each other chickenpox and pinkeye and the flu if given the chance. You take the toy away immediately and put it in a wash bin up high on a shelf they can't reach

^you also typically need toys and activities that build skills with science, math, art, music, language development, and social learning.

-Food! Kids need a lot of food, so typically breakfast is open to be served from open to about mid morning or about two hours before lunch will be served. Lunch is served at 11, so that 12-2 is nap time. 3 is when snack is served, 5 is when late snack is served. There is a cook there for breakfast and lunch. They leave after that tho. AND you have to serve food that everyone can eat, and be aware of allergies or dietary restrictions kids may have.

-NAPTIME holy shit guys naptime is hard. a lot of kids just can't put themselves to sleep. after lunch, usually around 11:30/11:45 you pull out mats and grab each persons individual sheets and blankets. which means memorizing who has what mat number for hygienic reasons. and then you have to learn who will cry when you gently pat or rub their pack to sleep, who will scream, and who will fall asleep fast or not at all. it varies by age, but all ones will fall asleep, almost all of twos go to sleep, most threes sleep, about have fours sleep and school age kids don't really. you put on music to make them sleepy and turn off the lights as best you can. and kids WILL fight you about going to sleep. idk why. they just don't like to or they came in late so their schedule is thrown off or their parents insist they don't need naps/don't do it at home (whhhhhhyyyyy).

^along with this, nap time is the best part of my day because it's quiet and i can sit and clean all those dirty toys they put in their mouths, or i can set out a project, or i clean up the room, or something else.

-speaking of screamers, you will absolutely have defiant kids who will throw tantrums. they will hit, throw, scream, and cry. it's not really normal, but you learn to discern and redirect if possible. if not, you get another teacher if you feel like you can't handle them. which is fine. the worst part is the parents who insist that they aren't doing anything wrong. or that we are being mean to them and singling them out. (we aren't, don't take it personally, corporate surprisingly will have your back on this)

^there are lots of different tantrums too. i have one kid that cries immediately and then goes to me for a hug. i have one that just groans like a zombie and sheds big tears. i have multiple screamers. i have one that sounds like ancient and almost rolled himself off the changing table.

-Bathrooms!!! Kids need to go to the bathroom and also to be changed. Literally every hour, we have to mark on a sheet for those in diapers if they are wet, dry, or had a bowel movement. we also assist with potty training, and that means accidents happen literally all the time and we have to call for a mop and clean the child up. if it happens in the older years, it can be really embarrassing, but the younger years are very much used to letting us check real quick and change them as needed. there's also specific way to change diapers: with disposable gloves on to actually change and wipe, take them off to throw them away with the diaper, use bare hands to get a clean diaper on the clean bottom. also! you must keep one hand on the child at all times for safety. there might also be creams for the child you'll have to put on.

-you also have a responsibility as a daycare worker to check the conditions of your charges. take notice of their hair, their clothes, their skin. i have a kid with what looks like a burn on their ankle, a kid who's hair was so matted her parents had to cut her ponytail out because they didn't take it out for a week and a half. Same girl also has really dry hair and red scalp that doesn't look like it's been washed in a while and comes to school often in stained dresses only. i had to give her bath in our sink because they hadn't taken out her hair. we write down everything we see so CPS can have strong cases. neglect is harder to prove than abuse, and always work with the safety of the child in mind. if it looks really bad, it might be really bad. use your own judgment but also don't be afraid to tell your boss.

-Parents can def be a blessing or a curse. depends on how much they like you. sometimes, the daycare is a home more to these kids than their actual homes, which makes it frustrating for us when parents don't listen to the daily simple routine we set, which makes it difficult every monday to get back onto schedule for kids. it's important to have consistency with kids. some parents are just looking to guilt your or to feel powerful, or they don't tell you things about their kid that should really be important (like how they still use a pacifier at home when they are almost three).

-Staff! We have to have enough staff for people to give breaks to or take over classes when someone calls out. That means that there is somebody available to be in a classroom for up to an hour and knows how fill in. that's my job, but i mostly hang out with the younger years.

-There are also surveyors constantly, if it's not parents, it's camera audits, if it's not that it's board of education people and the like going around.

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I have a lot of bots to introduce, do you want a compilation of snippets where you meet them posted here? I could make it into a game, try and match the playlist to the bots with the limited info I give that doesn't include their names. This fic is gonna go on for quite a while and I feel bad making you wait so long for some of these characters lmao

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I will also add the spotify playlists on the post too!

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No chapter this month

Heya just popping on here to say there won't be a chapter this month because I have a lot going on, but two chapters will be released simultaneously next month! For now I may change the updates from monthly to ever two months and release two chapters since they're getting so long. I want to focus on getting some sketches at least released of the characters that are already in the fic so that's what I aim to do this month as an apology lol

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Complete list of New Character playlists

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Another one, god it keeps going.

As soon as your legs are free they’re snatched up and folded too and BLANK instructs you to hold your arms out, their eyes lingering on your scars for a second before they stretch out the measuring tape. “This shouldn’t take too long, I’ll get something crafted for you ready for the event but I know some people are sensitive to certain types of fabrics. Do you prefer something looser and breathable or something restrictive?”

They don’t look up from their task as they ask you this and you open your mouth to reply but Solace beats you to it, “he prefers comfortable clothing so something breathable would probably be best. He likes jackets that have a little weight on the shoulders I’ve noticed.”

BLANK nods and glances in the android’s direction. “Ahh, I see. I had a handler like that once, they enjoyed being able to hide in the fabric of jackets and things like that.” They pause in thought and then look up at you, smiling at your nervous expression. “They also enjoyed things like wearable blankets, would that be something you’d be interested in wearing?”

You blink. “I– yeah, I guess?”

They tut. “Don’t sound so unsure of yourself, I’m not going to berate you if you don’t like the things I suggest–”

“No, no, I do like stuff like that! I’m just a bit out of my element here, y’know?”

Solace sends you a fond, helpless look and you look away with a grimace, shuffling nervously on your feet before stilling as BLANK crouches to measure your leg. “I see. Well, from the little I’ve seen your wardrobe is a mess so I suppose this is something you’re going to have to get used to.” They send your uniform a stink-eye and you’re amused to find they have the motors to allow for micro expressions as their faceplate scrunches. “That outfit is a disaster, must you always wear that when doing your job?”

When you nod, amused, they tut again and shake their head, going back to taking your measurements. “Ridiculous, truly. You know when I was looking around I saw one of the guards walking about and I just thought how uncomfortable that uniform looked – it looked so heavy, almost as heavy as those bags under her eyes dear lord, how hard do they work you here? In my location anyone who came looking exhausted were sent straight back to their bed.” They pause and tilt their head. “Well, I suppose we did work with some expensive machinery unlike here but still–”

Kai leans against the railing and gestures ahead to the rows of tables, grin never falling for even a second. “I know you like doing this by yourself so I’ll wait here while you three get acquainted.”

“And you have no idea how they woke up?”

They shake their head. “Not a clue, sorry. Maybe a loose spark?”

You hum back a ‘maybe’ and then enter the room fully. As you both make your way further into the room, passing a few tables, the sound of shuffling cards grows closer and louder until you stop a few feet away from the new bot. They’re balancing dangerously on the back two legs of a wooden chair – one made specifically for them you can’t help but notice – and legs straight on the table, ankles crossed. They don’t look up from their task of performing a few fancy tricks and you take a moment to examine them closer.

Unlike Freyr, they don’t have a nose and their crescent occupies the majority of the left side of their face. It’s an off shade black and the circular shape is a dull orange colour, brightened by the shapes above and beneath their eyes – their left having a red heart and the right a black diamond. Instead of large rays they have a couple of spades, the same you’d see on playing cards with smaller rays between. They don’t have any pupils, just a pure white background and the only indication you get of them even acknowledging your presence is the slightest tilt of their faceplate. 

With a smooth gesture the cards disappear from their hand entirely and they plant their feet on the carpet to sit in the chair properly, clawed hands clasped neatly on the table. Their silicone lips pull into a wide grin, displaying sharp yellow teeth, “about time, ah was beginning to drift off.”

You blink. Out of everything, an American accent hadn’t been what you were expecting. Kai’s description about the bot was correct, his tone was disarmingly charming and smooth, rumblier than Whirl’s but still with that fancy flick to it. 

“Nice to meet you, Blackjack.” You say, pulling out a seat and sitting down. The air shifts at your back as Freyr takes a step forward, his hands grasping the wood of your chair. You’re reminded of the incident with BLANK and flash him a warning look, but he isn’t looking at you – instead his entire focus is on Blackjack. “How did you turn on?”

He shrugs, folding his arms and you eye the off shoulder cape rimmed with hearts and black spades with interest. His trousers are poofy, black and decorated with red and white diamonds and seem to be kept in its shape by some wire, similar to the original daycare attendant. Under the cape he’s wearing a corset similar to Whirl’s but an off white colour with orange accents. “Dunno, thought he turned me on,” he says, gesturing to Kai.

“They.” Freyr corrects from behind you.

“Ah, my apologies,” he mutters, sending an apologetic squint Kai’s way. “I thought they had turned me on but I suppose I was incorrect in that assumption.”