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"He-Hel-Hello child-child-children! My name is Tracker, reminding you to NOT pee in the ball pit, or you-you'll have speak with me!" "N-No-Now, now, Tracker! No need to get so-s-so upset! You-You'll sc-scare them! I'm Tracer-- by th-the-the way! Don-Don-Don't worry about him-- he's a party pooper! Enjoy your day at freddy's, kids!"

[artcelerate]

Hiya peeps. I wanna do something fun. Something that will be fun for me to draw, and something that will make others happy. :)

It’s going to be a fnaf oc project! By the request of people, I’ll draw their oc in one big drawing. Whether it’ll be made up of sketches only or colored I’m unsure of, so I’ll just go with whatever. :p You may specify if you’d like. Personally I’d like to be able to color the whole picture depending on how many characters I receive! Maybe I’ll even surprise some people who didn’t request their oc, who knows? ;) I have no idea how big it’s going to get, or when it’ll be finished, but I may post updates of the picture if people really want me to.

So reblog this post with a link to your fnaf character if you want me to draw them!  〜(^∇^〜） yeah!!

[pxlicedogs]

WEEE WOOO WEEE WOOO

[pxlicedogs]

Tracer felt her instinct kicking in. 

“I’m afr-afrai-aid I can-an’t let you do th-tha-t. That is again-against the rules, you ar-are to st-stay put be-behind that curtain. If y-you do no-ot, I a-am-m autho—our-ize-ized to use any me-means possible to sub-sub-due you.” She scolded. “I’m ask-asking nicely, so be luck-lucky that my broth-oth-er isn’t here.” Actually, she wished Tracker WAS here. She didn’t like being left here alone to watch Foxy. It made her nervous. "lis-sten…" She looked around. Then whispered, "I don’t think keeping you lo-ocked up here is the bes-st thing to do. But, it is w-what it is. So please."

[pizzerianxghtmares-moved]

Foxy placed his hands onto his hips, and gave a huff. She didn’t understand. No one understood. He hated being cooped up in here all day, and now at night?! That was when he got most of his fresh air! She had to let him go, or he would do something about it. Himself. He is starting to get angry, now. No no no, he wasn’t angry. He was… scared. He was scared of being kept behind these curtains like this. He was scared that these two new animals were supposed to keep him behind these curtains. He felt like a slave. And now, having to hear Freddy and his crew walk around while he stays put? No, not happening.

He growled lowly, his eyes flushing into a dark red. "͢͟͟I҉͏͠ ̶͏d̸o̸̡ ǹ̷o͢t̸̀͜ ҉͟l̴i̸k͞e̢͠ ͠͡b͘-͝b͟e̵-̨̛b͝҉͝ę̷i̕͜n҉-̴̸͠b͞҉ȩi̴̛͠n͏g̴ í͞ǹ͘҉ ̵͏h̢́e̸͘r̛͜e̢ ̷a̧̧̕l̴̕ĺ̵ ̷ńi͏̴́g͜͝h͝t͏,̢̡ ͟͠y—ye͏̧-̸̷y̴-̸҉ye̢-y͡ę̡ ̡̕w̧͢o̸͟rt̢́hl͠e͝s̶̷͠s̷҉͞ à̶n̷i̕͢͡m͡a̸l̶͜!͠ ̨Fr̷̡e͝-͝͞f̸r͜-̷f̸͘͞R͡͞è̢d͏̛dY͏̷ an̴͢͠d ҉͜t̶̡he̛͝ ̢̛͝ò̵t̶ḩ̸͢-͘̕͞o̵̧͞th̨ers̛ ̨g͏é̴t͏͜ ͘t’̡͘ ̷́wa҉̕͢-̶͞w̡a̵͢l̀k҉̴ ̕͢a̶҉r͟͟ou҉͠͠-҉͜a̴̡͡r̴͜o͢ųn͝͏͡d҉!̵͝ ͝I̢̛ a̕m̡̀ d͏̸-d͢o̧i͞͝͠-̶d̴͞͝oi̶̡̛n͠g̢̀ ţ̀͠h͏͏e̶̶͞ ̡͡sa̡me̴!̷ ̸No̕w̵͏̧ ̶y̧-̧͘y͘e҉̛-̧̕͢y̧͟e̸̸̡ ́gè̸t̷͘ ̸̀͡ò̵͡u̶̕ţ̵͜ ó̢f̨ ͟m͘͝e̛͘ ̧͘͟w̷a͝͏y͘͏!̵!͟ ̧҉O̵͞ŕ̷ ̴Į͠ ̧͢wí̸-̸͢w̴̵̧i͟͝҉ll͟͠ r͟i-͟͠r̵͢i͝p ͏̀͘y̧͟e ̛҉r̢i̴̡g̀h́͠t̛͜ ̷͘͝ǫ͜u̡͘tta ̕y͞͠-͜͠y҉̶e҉ ͘͢͝su͢į͢t͏!̶̛!̨”̴̕

[pxlicedogs]

THAT didn't sound fun. But Tracer HAD to keep him here, no matter what. She didn't want to lose her job. But also didn't want to be ripped to shreds. "You l-l-listen to me. You are not going A-A-AYNWHERE. I don't care wh-wha-what you s-s-ay--ay." Tracer didn't like being so mean, but this fox was starting to frustrate her. He was scary, but she wasn't as afraid of him as she was the others. Hopefully she wouldn't have to use force. Because she wouldn't stand a chance.

[pxlicedogs]

((Tracker and Tracer like getting asks too, just to put that out there;))

[pxlicedogs]

Wha--What--What do you mean? W-W-Weeeee--- Didn't do it!

( Okay yeha  look who drew these two nerds after like....idek five days of having them. Look at how worried they are. Fear them. )

[pxlicedogs]

Oh. She didn’t actually expect him to reply. "I’ve no-n-noticed that you h-hav-haven’t come out yet toni-nig-night. Which I guess is go-good, because it’s my-my job to ke-keep you in there.." Duh. Why else would she be here?

[pizzerianxghtmares-moved]

Oh yeah, that’s why he never seemed to like them. It was like two new security guards, making sure they stayed put. Foxy tilted his head, and turned his whole body towards the other. He gave a husky, robotic chuckle as he made his way over to her.

"̧͜S͞o̸҉rr҉̷̧-̛͟͡s̛̕͞o͞-́s̵̢o̡̨-̧s̡o-̴͘s͘͟ơ͘r̴͏ry͏̶̵,̶̴̕ ͜m̷a͢t̷̨̕ȩ̀y͝.̵̶ ̷̧͘T̕o͘͞ó b҉a̧-͜͞b͢ą̛d̢-̶b͟͠a̷͟͢d̷̸͢-̡b̶͢a̢d̀ ̨͜f͢or ́yé͝,̢ ̴I͜͝’́͢v̀͠è́͞ ͜g-g̴͜͝o̴t͜͢ ̢̢̧m̡͏e̡͢͝ ͟à̷̡ ͢g̶҉u̸̶̧ą҉r̴d́҉ tơ͜ ̧͘hu̵ń͘-́h͞u͢-̴k̸̵͢i͜͟-̸̕ki̸͡ĺ̸̵l̴-h͘u̧̢̕nt͘͢. ̴͏͟N͜ơ͝w,̵͠ ̛m͡ǫ͢͟-m̧͝o͡v̶e̶͝ o̕u̴͝t̡҉ ̶͘m̢ę͟ ͠w̡͏͟-̕w̧ay͘҉.̷̢"҉

[pxlicedogs]

Tracer felt her instinct kicking in. "I'm afr-afrai-aid I can-an't let you do th-tha-t. That is again-against the rules, you ar-are to st-stay put be-behind that curtain. If y-you do no-ot, I a-am-m autho--our-ize-ized to use any me-means possible to sub-sub-due you." She scolded. "I'm ask-asking nicely, so be luck-lucky that my broth-oth-er isn't here." Actually, she wished Tracker WAS here. She didn't like being left here alone to watch Foxy. It made her nervous. "lis-sten..." She looked around, then whispered, "I don't think keeping you lo-ocked up here is the bes-st thing to do. But, it is w-what it is. So please."

[pxlicedogs]

The K9 | pxlicedogs & fivenightsonduty

[fivenightsonduty]

Oscar nodded a little. Wait, meat? He paused, mentally and physically as, either way, he stopped in front of Tracker. A messenger bag sling was draped over the blue dress shirt, which was centred by a tie. The bag it belonged to hung at his hip. Think nothing of it.

"It’s nice t-to meet your acquain-acquaintance as well. M-my name’s Kn-Knight - and s-suppose I can’t sa-say I understand if I do-don’t r-remember the rules, r-right?" Knight was asking for a bit of a recap, and also offering to take the ball, rather than just directly taking it.

[pxlicedogs]

     Dropping the ball in his hands, happily waiting for him to throw and for him to retrieve, giving dog-like pants as he waited for his new 'master' to throw it. Before though-- Tracker snapped out of it and gave a gentle growl in warning. Getting slowly closer, tail not wagging now, the animatronic barred his teeth.

     "A-A-Arrrre you t-teeeelling me you ha-haven't read the HANDBOOK th-thee---y provide for th-the night shi-shift?! Y-You sound like criminal s-scum to me! You aren't a-are--are--are--are you? Bes-Besides that-- please--please--please toss me th-the ball. None of the employees ever--ever----- bother."

[foxytho]

A night like any other, Foxy had been hoping for a nice jaunty jog down to the good ol’ Security office. Alas, that was… Apparently not a thing to be—for a good half-second the pirate stood gob-smacked and staring at the curtain so abruptly re-drawn by a pesky landlubbing puppy-dog.

He was very quick to re-un-draw the curtain with an explicitly indignant growl of his own. “CRI̧-MI͘-͜M̧INÍM̡AL ͠SC̢U̧M?!" With the volume came distortion, as well as the revelation of what REALLY got the sea-farer’s goat— "That theh-eh-there’s PI͡R̷A͞T̡E̢ to y-y-ye! An’ Y̧E̵R͡ no stew-weh-ward o’ the sea, so y-ÝE̴ get no say-ay-AY̸! Or is it a dew-d-duel yer loo-ookin’ fer?” Ah, man, the gizmos controlling his voice-thingy had really gone to Hell. He finished the question with something that was probably supposed to be a growl, but it just sounded like really obnoxious static in all honesty.

[pxlicedogs]

      Being a dog must have really sucked-- especially having to listen to high frequencies that came out of something that Foxy would probably consider a mouth. Snarling came from his artificial lips as his glowing eyes scanned over the disgustingly ripped up costume the animatronic wore. Scoffing, his clicking robotic joints quickly shoved his hand inside of his security uniform, taking out a switchblade he had taken from one of the previous security guard. 

     "Y-Y-Yooooo-------ur hook against my b-b-bl---aaaaade, rule breaker! O-Orrrr do you wan-want to go th-the old fashion way? Fi-Fist i-it out! I-I-I was programmed t-t-to kee---keeeeep you here-- and I intend to do so!"

     Tracker couldn't help but give out a bark to show the other he meant business-- that and it was also his territory. He wouldn't let anyone get near the night shift box tonight-- not when he could do something about it. His sister would usually find a way to help out as well-- but he hadn't had a clue to where she decided to go. Maybe she was having herself a good box a pizza? That wouldn't make real sense, considering it'd gum up their gears. Taking a stiff stab to make the fox back up, the dog gave a bark once more-- which had cut out and skipped over itself more than once.

[pxlicedogs]

the-out-of-order-pirate

Tracer was sitting at her post in Pirate’s Cove, to the right of the curtain, like always. Wondering what time it was, she looked around. It was awfully quiet in here, and her brother, Tracker, was nowhere to be found. She then glanced to the curtain beside her. She hadn’t seen the fox yet tonight, which was a bit strange, as she knew the others were already active and moving about. There wasn’t a way to sneak out the back, right…? “F-Fo-Foxy? A-Ar-re you in th-there?” She asked, quitetly, her voice shorting out something terrible.

[pizzerianxghtmares-moved]

Foxy was standing at his post; he had been waiting for the security guard to turn on that bloody camera. He would get the guy tonight, he was sure of it. Though, those two new animatronic animals would probably get in his way. He’d probably have to deal with that too. Well, he couldn’t really say anything. He didn’t know them that well, but they hadn’t been there for longer than a couple weeks. He was a bit confused at how the place could even afford new animatronics in the first place, as a matter of fact.

When he heard a voice, he turned his head, a slight squeaking sound was heard from the rust that had built up around his neck. His eyes lit up, his eye patch flipping up to expose his other eye. “He̵̕l̨̨l̴̢-hel̴-̨̢͡he̡͜͡ļ͘l͟͟ơ̸,̢̢ ̕m̴at̀ey͢.̸ ̷̢͡W̛̛͡h̵̢͘at d̶ơ҉ ̛y҉̨-̵̵y͏-͢y̡͜e̢ ̸͡w҉an̵͠t͠?̷̀͡ ̛I̛͝ ͜͝b-҉̵̴b҉e̢̧ ̕͝҉w͢͏ai̧t͞҉i̢n̸’̶̡ ̸͟f̶̕o͘͠ŗ̴̛ ̀t̢͜͡h̢e͜͝-̧th̨e͜͜-͘t̸h̛-̴́t҉̴h͜͞e̡̢͡ ͞ca͠m̵̧ȩ́r̡aś҉͟ ̵t̛͏͏o͜ ̨͜͜ţ́͞ư҉̷r̶̛-́t̨͢uŗn͢ ̧o̕͡ņ̛.”

[pxlicedogs]

Oh. She didn't actually expect him to reply. "I've no-n-noticed that you h-hav-haven't come out yet toni-nig-night. Which I guess is go-good, because it's my-my job to ke-keep you in there.." Duh. Why else would she be here?

[pxlicedogs]

the-out-of-order-pirate Tracer was sitting at her post in Pirate's Cove, to the right of the curtain, like always. Wondering what time it was, she looked around. It was awfully quiet in here, and he brother, Tracker, was nowhere to be found. She then glanced to the curtain beside her. She hadn't seen the fox yet tonight, which was a bit strange, as she knew the others were already active and moving about. There wasn't a way to sneak out the back, right...? "F-Fo-Foxy? A-Ar-re you in th-there?" She asked, quitetly, her voice shorting out something terrible.

[pxlicedogs]

foxytho

      Tracker gave a soft growl, staring at the deadly animatronic peeking out of his curtain. Shaking his head, he yanked the curtain over him once more, teeth bared. At this point, he was almost ready to go to drastic measures if having to.

     "W-Whaaa-What did I tell ya', criminal s-s-scuuuu---m?! Stay behind your curtain, like you're supposed to! Big boss pr-prooooo--programmed me to keep you under control-- so get back in!"

[pxlicedogs]

fivenightsonduty

     Tracker couldn't help but feel his robotic tail happily begin to wag as he saw the new being for night shift. Holding his favorite ball in hand, he approached the night guard. The clicking of his robotic joints from the lack of movement that day were loud, and stressed as he held the ball out for his new 'buddy' to grab.

        "A plea-pleasure to meet your acquaintance, n-ne-new-new-- night shift mea-m-meat-- I-I mean friend! You look different from mo-most I-I've seen! You b-be-beee-better follow the rules 'round here, or we'll have a problem. Un-Under-Underrrrrr---stand?"