I genuinely hate ppl hating on Luna and claiming he's a bad friend for not noticing Earth was unstable immediately.
Since their appearance Luna had always prioritized the Earth over himself. He was the one to stood up for his planet in revolution. Always catching asteroids and defending Earth in trials over his own side. Everything he does was always for his planet in either the moon revolution or planet X arcs
Then, for just ONE time he decided to acknowledge his own feelings. Put what he wanted over the Earth. And suddenly Luna's a terrible friend who doesn't care about him?
It may not be a coincidence that they want to give Pluto a spotlight.
There is a theory that says Pluto suffered a collision and that formed Charon, just as there is another that says Uranus also went through one and that caused its tilt. Now, Earth is following Jupiter out of the solar system, since it seems that it will be the only one willing to tell the truth about the collision and its formation. Solarballs can take advantage of the fact that Jupiter and Pluto are looking for Uranus to tell these three theories
Or maybe not, I stopped having high expectations for the chapters a long time ago
If you accept prompts can you do more protective/angry freddy? I just want him to snap and go off while all the other animatronics are just like :O :O :O :O!!!
We’re kicking off this round of prompts with number 38! I know some of y’all have been looking forward to more Freddy being protective, so come and feast, friends! I’ve given Gregory the chance to annihilate Afton a few times now. I think Freddy deserves a turn. :)
Feral
“You broke my puppet,” the monster snarled, raspy. “Therefore, I think it’s only fair that you replace her.”
Gregory didn’t think telling the mostly dead man that it’d been Monty’s careless lunging that sent Vanny headfirst down the long spiral staircase in the west arcade would really help his situation. And also, fear was clogging up his throat as he tried to become one with the chair he was tied to.
Even though it just made him feel worse, he couldn’t help but keep looking at Freddy, frozen in the corner with a vacant expression. The monster—Afton, he was pretty sure Vanny had called him during her frenzied mumbling—had just ordered him to stop, and it was the worst thing he’d seen all night, the way Freddy had immediately fallen still.
Afton had laughed each time Gregory tried to call out to him, and he’d gleefully gloated that nothing could break his hold on the animatronics. Gregory didn’t want to believe him, but Freddy hadn’t so much as twitched no matter what he said.
Now Afton shuffled closer, decaying and rotten, his rusty joints creaking, the heavy animatronic suit jerky and stiff. He was a masterclass in disgusting, the dictionary definition of something that should’ve died a long time ago.
And in his clawed hand was a writhing, clicking, bug-like piece of machinery. It was like a grossly big centipede, maybe about three inches in length, with dozens of needle-like legs that flexed rhythmically. It was segmented in such a way that made it flexible, and the dark metal of its surface just made the shiny silver of its teeth in its round mouth stand out more.
“For your neck,” Afton told him, borderline pleasantly. “All it will take is a small incision, and it will burrow the rest of the way to your brainstem.”
Visceral horror seized Gregory’s heart. This was a world away from dumb animatronics hunting him—badly—or even the cheerful child murderer in a bunny costume.
“It will be agonizing,” Afton finished, glowing purple eyes flashing in what might have been anticipatory delight. “And then you will be mine.”
Gregory futilely tried to push himself further away from the encroaching parasite. His heart raced, and he couldn’t stop himself from breathing fast and hard, panicked. He was cornered, trapped, helpless. He burned with it, with fear, and his wrists stung as he twisted them in their bindings. His legs strained against the rope. Everything in his body desperately wanted him to move, his flight instinct kicking in with no way to satisfy it.
He shook his head, wide eyed and frantic, choking on desperate dread. As Afton picked up a knife, Gregory cried, “Freddy, Freddy, please! Please wake up!” It was better than begging Afton not to hurt him, even though Freddy didn’t react. His eyes burned, tears slipping down his face even as he squeezed them shut. He thrashed in place, whining. “No, no, no, no.”
He heard Afton circle around behind him, and then his head was being shoved forward. His stomach lurched dangerously when he felt movement in his hair; Afton hadn’t put down the parasite, and it kept squirming, occasionally brushing against his head.
“Freddy, please!”
“No one’s going to save you,” the monster whispered. “It’s always been that way, and it will always be that way.”
Heart fit to burst and eyes squeezes shut almost painfully tight, Gregory shrieked with all the desperate fear and need tightening his chest, “Dad!”
The cold line of the knife being laid to his neck made him stop breathing. Static crackled in his ears, and tension bowed his spine in the long pause before Afton started cutting.
The expected stinging pain never came. Instead, a deafening roar had him flinching, and the echoes of it hadn’t had the chance to fall quiet as fast, furious footsteps stormed right up to them.
A surprised noise left Afton, and the unwanted touches to Gregory’s head and neck vanished abruptly. Barely comprehending the change, Gregory numbly looked up—just in time to watch Freddy pick Afton up with both hands and hurl him at the wall.
The monster wheezed, and that was all he was able to do before Freddy was on him. He’d always been fast, clearly faster than the other animatronics, but Gregory distantly thought that Freddy must have been holding back before now. He moved with a speed that was truly inhuman, his eyes pitch black but for the pupils, which were stark, blinding white.
Gregory watched, frozen in place, as Freddy grabbed hold of one of Afton’s arms, planted his foot on that same shoulder, and yanked.
The rusty metal and rotting flesh that made up his body were no match for the sheer strength of an animatronic in his prime. The arm snapped clean off. Afton shouted in strained pain, scratching weakly at Freddy’s ankle with his other hand.
Freddy threw away the severed arm like it was trash, and Gregory’s stomach turned when he saw the parasite still held in the fingers, wriggling mindlessly, denied a new host.
But Freddy didn’t stop there. He swiped up the discarded knife and jabbed it through the hole where a nose would’ve been. He made a motion that Gregory could only call stirring with it, Afton screeching all the while.
It sounded like he tried to command Freddy again, garbled though it was, and Freddy scoffed. He reached into a hole around the ribs and, as far as Gregory could tell from his chair on the other side of the room, wrapped his hand around Afton’s spine. Whether it was bone or metal, Gregory didn’t know. Afton thrashed, groaning, as he was lifted.
Freddy effortlessly holding him one-handed off the ground was just insulting, and if Gregory hadn’t been on the edge of a panic attack, he probably would’ve laughed. As it was, he remained silent, a heaviness seeping through him as he pulled in choppy lungfuls of air.
“I will not let anyone,” Freddy said, the first he’d spoken since breaking free, “hurt Gregory on my watch. Certainly not you.” He straightened even more and, wow, had he always been that tall? He hadn’t seemed like it, before. “His claim to me is far stronger than yours, and there is nothing I would not do for him.”
He’d stumbled over the dad word a few times during the past handful of hours, admittedly, and though Freddy hadn’t reacted badly to any of his slip-ups, it—it was actually really nice to hear it acknowledged, reciprocated, like that. He sagged, boneless, in his bindings.
If Afton responded, Gregory didn’t catch it. Freddy slammed his body into the concrete with such force that it shook the floor. There were clangs and snaps of metal breaking, and bits of flesh splattered out of the tears in the fabric suit. Afton very well could’ve been dead from that, but Freddy took no chances. He grasped the more intact of the monster’s ankles and, turning so he was holding on over his shoulder with both hands, seamlessly whipped Afton up over his head in an arc.
There was no other way to say it: Afton shattered upon being reintroduced to the floor. His body split off into half a dozen pieces with an almighty explosion of delicate metal parts and brittle bones.
In the ringing silence afterward, Freddy turned with a growl and stomped down on the parasite, grinding it to dust with his fury.
Gregory blinked tears out of his eyes, and then Freddy was there, kneeling in front of him with a soft hum. He snapped the rope as easily as if it was thread, and Gregory tipped forward into his arms with a weak sound of relief.
Lifting him into a secure hold, Freddy turned and shoved his way out of that horrible room, leaving the stench of rot and blood behind. Gregory trembled faintly, gripping onto the edge of one of Freddy’s chest plates for the comfort of it.
“Thanks, Dad,” he mumbled, closing his eyes and resting his head against Freddy’s shoulder.
Freddy’s grip tightened slightly. “I will always protect you,” he swore. “I am only sorry it took so long.”
Gregory shook his head. “You weren’t too late. You saved me. That’s all that matters.” And he dozed off a bit as Freddy carried him out of the buried wreckage, safer than he’d ever felt.
