Five Nights A Week

This is a Five Nights at Freddy's OC RP blog - please, follow expecting written gore, references of death, and other things unsettling to a wide audience. I can't tag everything that's triggering to some people. I'm sorry but that's because I'm one person. Blog Administrator is fourteen - don't expect smut. // The cameras had stopped moving for some time, the red light that signalled use on any of the cameras absent, as someone slowly and curiously stepped up. They looked nervous, of course. For animatronics, there would be only silence and slight steps back, but for people, conversation.

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New blog. Followed 21 of you memorable faces there.

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I'm out.

Fuck this, I'm done dealing with Google. Can't log in by PC, so this is my final recent post. This shitheap of a blog is dead, now.

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OOC - Password Troubles

Long time no crappy ''I'm sorry'' OOC post. Computer issues? Dealt. With. Now, I have to deal with Google being a douche, so... yay.

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OOC - Computer Updates

I'm still having trouble, so I might get things out after tomorrow, might not. I have read all pending posts from my phone, so we'll get things out soon. Sorry for the inconvenience.

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OOC - Enter: Computer Troubles

More issues came up recently. Trying to work around them, so hang on, guys, gals, and other entities.

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The Backstage Escapist: AE | Not-Very-Big-Mass Follower Introduction (foxy-the-fox-pirate)

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After Foxy had walked around the man, the animatronic began to head towards the wall’s corner quite sluggishly, as if there was no need to hurry at all. Or maybe it was just the fact that what kept both of his leg joints from giving up and falling over was about to give up and fall over itself. Never a good sign when your ol’ Foxy goes as fast as zombie snail.

He stopped at the edge of the corner, leaning against it, awaiting any instruction that it would be alright for him to actually go and get some emergency help on the case. Foxy watched as Knight hissed when he moved a shirt to cover his arm. At the least, he wasn’t screaming and clawing at anything to get away from Foxy. 

“Y͘҉̵́e̴̴͘̕͠s̕͢͠͡.̨͢͟”

The reply was short and sweet, probably to conserve important time. There was a long, awkward pause for about two minutes before Foxy averted his gaze from Knight and down a short hallway in which he slowly disappeared down into.

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  Knight's gaze followed the animatronic, green eyes tracking Foxy as best as they could. He kept note of how slow he was moving, before the feeling that he was dying setting in slowly caught his mind. He listened to each creak, watching the animatronic cease movement at the corner. The hiss had been one of pain, not hostility..

  Relief came as soon as Foxy said that simple word response, yes. Then, the animatronic had started to head down the hallway. His breathing once more shook his body, giving up on holding himself up. Pain was one of the few things that Knight felt whilst Foxy disappeared in the hallway.

  The man felt alone. He felt fear.. and tired. Without the animatronic's presence, he blacked out, crumpled on the floor like a unballed piece of paper that never made it to the waste basket. Definitely never good, but, he was still breathing. One point for life.

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Out of Order | Follower Introduction (piratxscxve)

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A clank, and Foxy emerged from behind the curtains, his maw lifting in the air, mechanical sniffs escaping him, and steam puffing from his nose as he looked around.

The animatronics had eyes, but whether or not they could actually see was up for debate. It sure seemed like he could, as he turned to look at Knight, head tilting to the side, jaw hanging open, looking nearly about to break.

Voice box crackling again, he spoke.

"̧…҉.en̸do̸.̛.̧.͜s͝k͘ele̛t͜òn." He wasn’t listening.

"Y̛e b҉e͟ ̸b͝r̵e͡ak͘ing th̷e̕ rul͜es a͜-̧a-̸a̸-͞a-anḑ h͏erę at̸ F-F-Frr͝rrr̵-r͠-reddy҉ Fazb̀ea̴r͡’̴s piźza,̸ r̵u̸le̢ b͟r͡eakers n̵e͡ed ͜t͡o b-b-̵be p͜un̷ished͞.̶"

[fivenightsonduty]

  Oh, shit.

  Knight nudged Joel backwards a little bit, glancing behind the animatronic. To him, it didn't really seem like they could, well, run. The man fixed his glasses n his face, staring at the fox animatronic.

  "No, no.. not endoskeletons-" He trailed off.

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Powered Down and Facing Fears | Follower Introduction (bonniefazrabbit)

well the office is dark

the bunny's in the door

there is no safety, time to face fears and facts

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Follower: bonniefazrabbit

  Knight had another tactic up his sleeve, whilst death approached. He was just trying to stall until six, but it was a lost cause to stall for two hours. Fear had clicked in his mind, and he turned off all things he could that were powered in the security room, but the fan would not yield. So, he'd grabbed his bag, and left the office, just running for just about as long as he could.

  So, he holed up in the backstage. One or two animatronics were powered down in there, one a dog and another he couldn't properly see in the poor lighting. But, his safety soon diminished as Bonnie stepped in, causing the man to bite his tongue to stay quiet in the corner. The animatronic probably already knew, so as soon as they had stepped into the room, he took his chance.

  Knight made a simple blitz seem like an unplanned fire drill at school, running for the door.

  Then the purple fucker animatronic blocked the door, and he was knocked to the floor. Sitting there on his ass, he stared up at the animatronic, before speaking.. obviously terrified.

  "..nice.. Bonnie.."

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The Call | Follower Introduction (mimiofsecurity)

that's going to kill power faster than the doors

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Follower: mimiofsecurity

  There was minimal hope for the anxious guard on shift tonight. The clock only recently struck for five, which had Knight even more concerned. He had the left side door shut, and the right side had jammed. So far, no animatronic came for his weak spot, but eventually Chica would return, or the power would run out, and Freddy would sing that little tune of his.

  So, he picked up the phone, and dialled a familiar number. After about a minute, nobody picked up. Unfortunately, his power had slowly decreased in that same moment. So, his green eyes drifted up towards a index card on the bulletin board, pushing in the number. The name by the number was Mimi.

  After a few seconds, this time, somebody picked up. Knight exhaled softly within a second or two, before trying to speak.

  "Uhh - hi, u-umm.." Stop stuttering. Limited time, Knight. "..I know you t-took up the night shift, b-before myself.. least I think I do. Look, uh - the friendly neighbourhood phone guy didn't pick up.. and I'm in a-a bit of a jam. I-it's a bit of a d-dick move to call at five in the morning, I know, s-shit, b-but.. the left door is closed, the right side is jammed, and.. I need ideas."

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Three AM | follower introduction

[annathealpaca]

"Well, he sounds like a nice kid! I suppose this place doesn’t allow some type of.. leave? I think that’s the word. Then again, you’re on a night shift anyway," Anna remarked thoughtfully. Observing Knight as he wiped his glasses on his shirt, she realised that it might actually be some sort of liability. If he dropped them at an inconvenient time, it might mean that he would end up being stuffed in some suit.

"Just a thought, maybe glasses aren’t the best thing for this type of job. You know, with the others roaming around and all. Imagine if you dropped them." She frowned slightly at the thought. The security guards already had a hard enough time.

"But the place I was before definitely was a kid-friendly place! But this place is still technically is like that in the daytime too, isn’t it? " Well, but that didn’t consider what Fazbear’s Pizza was like at night. The pizzeria full of sentient animatronics, most with a grudge against the security guards.

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  "U-usually, I've o-only got time off w-when they g-get another guard i-in for the shift. Even then, that's just six or eight hours freed up." Knight shrugged a little, glancing towards the door. Bonnie couldn't still be out there, but still could be and that wouldn't really be good. But, then Anna commented on the glasses, and the liability that was presented.

  "Well, u-um.. Anna, I-I do need to s-see. I-if I drop t-them, I understand t-the risks, t-though I.. I don't d-do well with contacts." Hopefully the information could pull back on Anna's dislike of the possible inconvenience. Sometimes it felt like he seriously couldn't wear contacts, and other times, he just couldn't see at all with them in.

  "B-but, the thing is that I don't exactly g-get up and w-wander the b-building on f-foot u-until three am, t-to conserve power. I'm not a-as a-at risk to l-losing my glasses." He shrugged a little, picking up the camera monitor. The clock ticked for 4 AM, and power was at 17%.

  Aha, fuck. Knight reached over, tapping the button to make sure the door opened.

  "I wouldn't r-really say that. There was st-stuff like the Bite back in '87, t-then the pinches with k-kids who g-get on stage.." Knight slowly began to flick through the cameras.

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A Date with a Friend | closed prompt RP: discomfort-and-death/fivenightsonduty

"Send ‘Date’ for my muses reaction to yours asking them out on a date."

 "Date" @ Oliver (discomfort-and-death)

  Knight had sat outside of the same security office that he received torment in every single night. But, despite the fear that burnt at him, he willed himself to stay. It was still the day, and children were enjoying themselves. Knight's memory flickered back to moments when Foxy would run down the hallway.

  Moments where Bonnie'd appear in the doorway, as well. He hated and feared that bunny animatronic. But, the day resembled safety, against the nightly dangers. The Oxford shoes tapped the floor lightly, the black not fitting very badly with his jeans and t-shirt. He shook his head a little, staring outside of his glasses' peripherals.

  The blur had taken on newer colour, alerting him to the man that had left the office on his side of the hall. Good ol' Oliver. It made Oscar remember why he was sitting there, seemingly just waiting for someone.. and his face heated up.

  He slowly stood up, coming to level with Oliver. He swallowed, nervously..

  ..and just decided to ask outright.

  "W..w-would you. like t-to go o-on a d-date?"

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The Other Guy || Follower Introduction

and i mean the other guy

Followers: ask-humanoid-foxy ; securityguardtrainee

  Tap.. tap.. tap.

  Shoes pressed against the floor as Knight walked down West Hall, flashlight in hand. It was three in the morning, he felt like shit, and he had already ran down his pay from the week prior making sure Joel and himself could keep up with living standards.

  "Heading down W-west, going to t-the Cove." He spoke, very briefly into the walkie talkie that had been provided, as he was on shift with another person as of now. He didn't know who, it could be one of the newer guards or one of the old guys. But, hell if he could say he wouldn't hole back up in the office if he found Bonnie. That fucking bunny was personally his worst fear of each animatronic, next to Faptitszbear himself.

  Soon enough, he came across Pirate Cove. The place was still out of order for what he knew, briefly catching a glimpse of the fucking bunny  aha, fuck this  and slipping behind the curtains, coming face to face..

  ..with the god damn fox pirate, the still-active flashlight taking an emergency roll as it hit the ground.

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I was going to respond to the thread but this came up so, meme thing // "Hello?"

18. They’re crying too hard to be coherent.

[☏]—  So, it was no lie that Oliver, well… He wasn’t mentally sound. He was far from it, actually. Working at Freddy’s had so many tolling affects on him, including a fair amount of paranoia and depression.

  And then, when he had especially bad days, he had really, really bad panic attacks, that led to him questioning a lot of things, including, you know, taking his own life. He didn’t hate his life at all, don’t get him wrong, but… he just got so scared sometimes.

  He wanted to escape.

  But that was a dumb idea, so he decided to just call Knight, sobbing so much that only a few words were audible.

❛ P.. Please come over…  ❜

[discomfort-and-death-blog]

[☏]— 

  Ollie smiled at Knight, adjusting Bacon in his grasp. How could he be helpful?

❛ Um… want me to try to carry some ice cream? ❜

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  "Uhm - i-if you think you can, s-since you've g-got.." Knight tipped his head a little at Bacon, "i-in your arms."

  This was probably an interesting sight - two guys, a pig, and four or so plastic tubs of ice cream.

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Three AM | follower introduction

[annathealpaca]

"Four dollars an hour? Well, anything goes as long as it’s a job, I guess.. What’s your brother like?" But she did know that it was definitely minimum wage. It must be hard, Knight and his brother were most likely just barely scraping by with the money they had.

"Not really surprised by that, I think I was designed to be like this." After all, she hadn’t been been made for Freddy’s. Thinking back, she didn’t actually remember much from before that. It was strange, to say the least.

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  "Well, h-he's a good kid. T-that's simple e-enough to say, b-but he's q-quiet, most of the time. D-don't personally know entirely a-all that much, since, well, we u-usually just see each other in the m-mornings. S-schedules a-are.. different." Knight answered Anna, a slightly better smile masquerading along the stage that was his expression. He removed his glasses, momentarily using his shirt to wipe the lenses, blinking a little with them off. Once he put them back on, he glanced back to Anna.

  "I guess it w-was a kid friendly place?" He inquired, referring to the previous food-chain Anna had been the property of. Safe to say, witnessing everything after dark, Knight didn't think Fazbear's Pizza was the most kid friendly food place.

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OOC: I Live

Okay, I'm back. Short hiatus is short. I think I can manage right now, so, feel free to drop by and tell me if I didn't get to your reply, but I'm going to think a bit more on my responses for right now, and probably procrastinate a little and study because test on Monday.

so yes yoooooooo i'll try to do shit

[discomfort-and-death-blog]

I was going to respond to the thread but this came up so, meme thing // "Hello?"

18. They’re crying too hard to be coherent.

[☏]—  So, it was no lie that Oliver, well… He wasn’t mentally sound. He was far from it, actually. Working at Freddy’s had so many tolling affects on him, including a fair amount of paranoia and depression.

  And then, when he had especially bad days, he had really, really bad panic attacks, that led to him questioning a lot of things, including, you know, taking his own life. He didn’t hate his life at all, don’t get him wrong, but… he just got so scared sometimes.

  He wanted to escape.

  But that was a dumb idea, so he decided to just call Knight, sobbing so much that only a few words were audible.

❛ P.. Please come over…  ❜

[discomfort-and-death-blog]

[☏]— 

  Bacon looked up at Knight with her tiny black eyes for a second, before oinking in protest as Oliver turned around, the phone guy himself hurrying to open the door to his building and hold it open for Knight.

❛ There you g-go. ❜

[fivenightsonduty]

  Knight had walked in, glancing back towards Oliver with a slight change of holding arms once more. The slight smile that adorned his face remained, glancing back towards Bacon. He could hold the door whilst Oliver came in, certainly.

[discomfort-and-death-blog]

I was going to respond to the thread but this came up so, meme thing // "Hello?"

18. They’re crying too hard to be coherent.

[☏]—  So, it was no lie that Oliver, well… He wasn’t mentally sound. He was far from it, actually. Working at Freddy’s had so many tolling affects on him, including a fair amount of paranoia and depression.

  And then, when he had especially bad days, he had really, really bad panic attacks, that led to him questioning a lot of things, including, you know, taking his own life. He didn’t hate his life at all, don’t get him wrong, but… he just got so scared sometimes.

  He wanted to escape.

  But that was a dumb idea, so he decided to just call Knight, sobbing so much that only a few words were audible.

❛ P.. Please come over…  ❜

[discomfort-and-death-blog]

[☏]— 

  Oliver blinked, hoping that he wasn’t causing Knight too much discomfort.

❛ Um… here, let’s go inside, okay? ❜

[fivenightsonduty]

  "Fine by me.." Knight nodded a little, stepping over to close distance. He made a small glance to the pig, but back up to Oliver.

  "L-lead the way."