This manz. I don't know why, but he looks chill. We all know he isn't but he just looks like he is. Anyways, Foxy ranks 2nd.
Him again. Yes, this is what I like. This is what I like in a man. Strong, tall, lonely, needs reassurance, and can rip your face off/hj
To be honest, I like everyone on FNAF 3, (execpt BB) I had to choose, and if it wasn't SpringTrap, old peepaw, then it was this monstrosity.
It's because he's not real, like not even in the game.
Down on my knees. I also like FT.Foxy, but Lolbit is bae <3
I don't give ONE singular FUCK about the theories that go on around him. They're theories, and that's all they will ever be until the FNAF SB game devs approve of it. AND YES, I still like Bonnie. I can like both! If it isn't Monty it's Roxanne or Sunrise and Moondrop.
Summary: You were left behind at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, and you run into your favorite mascots. However, they aren't as friendly as you imagined.
BLOOD, GORE, AND DEATH WARNING
Beep Beep
You pump your fists in victory as the words "winner" cross over the machine's screen. A victorious smile was plastered on your face and you hurriedly picked up your little bag that lay slump against the arcade machine.
Your playing buddy had disappeared, and you wondered where they could've gone. They said that they'd be back after using the bathroom, and it felt like it had been hours. Maybe it has been. You glance up at the old fashioned clock that was hung on the colorful walls of the small diner. 8pm. Your eyes almost shoot out of their sockets as you realize how late it was. Didn't your mother say something to you about getting to the front door at 7:45?
You sighed and started to walk around the winding path of the arcade. Time wasn't the only thing you just realized. You realized how late it was, and the sound of jingling keys. You neared the sound and saw some guy outside of the restaurant locking the door. You ran as fast as your little legs could take you to the door, but the man had already walked away. You caught a glimpse of him. Purple uniform, brown hair, and a grin that seemed to forever remain on his face.
How could you not notice the lights were off? I mean the arcade is always dark, but still. You felt tears starting to swell up in your eyes. You shuffled around the place a bit, only stopping when you walked into something. You made a small 'oof' sound before tumbling back. You quickly sat back up and looked at what you hit. It was hard to make out since all of the lights were off now, so you reached a hand out. It was wood, a long piece of wood. "Oh!" You thought. "This must be the stage."
And you were correct, it was the stage. And if it was the stage, that means that the animatronics must be standing here. You reached forward and felt around. Your finger tips touched the velvet curtain, and you decided to hop up onto the stage. You've never gotten a close up look at the animatronics, and you've heard it was dangerous to get close. Something bad happened to one boy. But they were turned off, so it would be okay, right? You moved the curtain back and slipped into the backstage. You hit something soft, fluffy even. It was an animatronic.
Suddenly there was a sound of gears moving. A click of metal and plastic, and then the gears again. A soft, blue light shown on the top of your head. You quickly looked up and your eyes met with a bear. Not any bear's, but Freddy Fazbear's. You took a step back, obviously startled. The last thing you expected the thing to do was take a step towards you. The same sound from before was heard in your ears. Now light pink, and red lights were softly shining on you. All of them were looking at you.
The sound of a curtain drawing to your left made your head turn. Foolish. As you looked, where you could guess was Pirate's Cove, you saw a yellow light shining out. It would flicker every few seconds with a soft click sound. Foxy, was it? Ah yes, it seems the old lad wanted to see what was going on. What all the noise was about. Your head turned back to the three on stage, and you gasped when you saw that they were even closer than before.
It wasn't an unpleasant sound, but the last thing you heard was a curtain drawing and the sound of quick, metal feet running against the carpeted floor.
Gore Underneath Cut
The next morning was horrible. There was no more you.
There was blood, guts, skin, anything in the human body. Police, detectives, the building owner, and your mother and father. The police had to hold both of them back. They knew that if they saw the rest of you like this, they'd be even more traumatized.
Your mouth would forever be agape, since your jaw was ripped clean off. Your parents will never be able to look into our eyes again. Well maybe they will, but they just won't be inside your sockets anymore. Your stomach was ripped open, and a hook dug into the wound. You might as well have been split in too. Blood was everywhere, your guts were everywhere. It was like Christmas, but with no tinsel, just organs. The worst thing was that Christmas was just around the corner. I guess this was your parents' gift.
Everyone was sad, but it seemed that the only person who wasn't was the guy in the purple uniform who stood smugly with his arms crossed.
I'm thinking that I might just write, character x readers, OC x readers, or just random stories. I actually like writing stories, but sometimes I'm lazy and don't want to do anything. I might also post art, but it's rare. I'm more into the horror genre of art. I'm also into the horror genre of writing, so there might be gore in stuff that I write. I will put warnings!!
(I'm deciding whether I'm okay with writing smut or not.)
