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;; so i caved in and made a looney bird blog
probably gonna work on it some more tomorrow
chiickie replied to your post “chiickie replied to your post “;; i i-i wanna make a dook blog or a...”
[iiiiii say if u wanna do the thing juS T DO THE DARN THING GET ON WITH IT N THAT SHIT *tosses confetti*]
;; SWEATS
I MADE A LOONEY BIRB HERE COMES THE BIRD
;; goSHHH DARN I TI
i did the thing
Do not break your hand over others stupidity.
;; urgrhgh it's seriously so so so frustrating
like compare PTT to the game but not the RAE uugghh
chiickie replied to your post “;; i i-i wanna make a dook blog or a looney bird blog send me into...”
[y'all should do the thing vuv]
;; hrkrKK,,
man I really want to, holy cow. i have my Uncle Klunk blog I still needta finish working on and other blogs...but my nerd bird.....
"...I have a /twin?/" *blink blink* "Ahaha... dude, that's cool."
Beach: WHOAH….*He stared at the other Beach Bear in awe.* This is wicked.
Dook: *Walks out from backstage and freezes.* Did I drink to much soda? *He asked bringing a paw to his head as he glanced between the two bears. He didn’t stick around for long, the spacedog turned his tail and ran backstage screaming.*
Beach: Well….*He sat on his surfboard weirded out waiting for all of his band mates to return.* Welcome me! Right now we’re just hanging out if you wanna join!
*Beach laughed this guy was the best.* I know right…we can like go on adventures and stuff! *He jumped a little at the sound of his guitar which he must of strummed during the conversation. It was defiantly out of tune.* Aw, man who was messing with my guitar?! *He shouted and started to retune it.* Man, I’m embarrassing myself! *He snickered at his own joke.*
What’s this talk about two Beach Bears….*Mitzi came onstage and froze as well.* Well, then.
{░▒☮}—-"Hey, I'm up for it. Adventuring and guitar solo-ing together and--no. We should totally get some Almond Joys while we're at it, too. I love Almond Joys--" The polar bear's ears fell flat against his head hearing how out of tune the other's guitar was. "...Man, did you forget to tune it again this morning?" He asked with a chuckle, shaking his head. "No good. I'm kidding--I forget sometimes, myself." As much as he loved his guitar, he sometimes forgot to tune it on a constant basis. How one would forget? With as much as Beach Bear had to be preoccupied with... it didn't take much. The new, familiar voice of the mouse caught his attention next. He turned towards her and grinned. "I don't know, Mitzi, don't even ask. I'm just as confused but... look!" He pointed a claw towards his duplicate, much like an excited child. "It's me! And I'm me! This could be... this could be a revolution."
The 5th icon in your folder is your muse's reaction to dropping their ice cream
;; i i-i wanna make a dook blog or a looney bird blog send me into orbit
;; if i see one more fucking person say "rock-afire explosion is fnaf!!!" i will not hesitate to punch a wall
Jasper’s eyes widened, out of anything he did not expect to be asked to stay. No matter where he went in the past he wasn’t given any help. “Well…gee! That’s a deal!” The bloodhound smiled but then stopped. “What…what if Chucky comes here and starts punching you?” He whispered in a tone of horror, it was clear Jasper was terrified of that mouse that he used to call friend.
{░▒☮}—-He was sure that wouldn't happen... it didn't seem like that sewer rat cared enough to even come looking for Jasper, with the way he treated him and the other two. Beach Bear shook his head. "Nah, man, I don't think he'll be too much of an issue. As far as he knows--or, doesn't know--Smitty's is off of his grid. You're gonna be fine here."
The polar bear stood, a slight half smile curled up on his face. He shifted his weight to one foot and held out a handpaw. "Promise."
;; it's so crazy, like...
i remember when I made this blog back in like, September, and I was the one and only RAE/Showbiz roleplaying blog in existence. And now, four months later, seeing how many there are now...that's pretty darn awesome. :'D It feels like I started a movement or something omfg
"...I have a /twin?/" *blink blink* "Ahaha... dude, that's cool."
Beach: WHOAH….*He stared at the other Beach Bear in awe.* This is wicked.
Dook: *Walks out from backstage and freezes.* Did I drink to much soda? *He asked bringing a paw to his head as he glanced between the two bears. He didn’t stick around for long, the spacedog turned his tail and ran backstage screaming.*
Beach: Well….*He sat on his surfboard weirded out waiting for all of his band mates to return.* Welcome me! Right now we’re just hanging out if you wanna join!
{░▒☮}—-Dook's outburst was a little bit unexpected... considering he was the kind of guy who would watch those crazy sci-fi movies with weird looking aliens and mutants in them. Seeing two Beach Bears was apparently enough to set him off running. The more you know, right?
"Uh, sure!" Beach grinned, stepping up in front of his counterpart, placing his handpaws on his hips. He leaned forward and squinted--man, what a spitting image of himself. "You look exactly like me. Were we separated at birth or something? Or am I just... Iunno... dreaming? Sure doesn't feel like I'm dreaming."
;; alllrighty guys, gonna be doing replies in a bit, have to get my laptop goin first~
h - hiya, everyone! cluck! it’s me!
CHICA THE CHICKEN!
l - let’s e a t !
;; yeaAAAAH I ACTUALLY GOT TO REPLIES TONIGHT HELL YES
mann I'm so happy. I'll try to be on here tomorrow if I can, guys, tonight was great! See you all soon~<3
"Pausqually and Munch get smacked often too, but Helen never gets hit. Not even scolded." Jasper replied, twitching a bit, he really didn't like bringing up the subject. Like Chucky would burst through the wall and start punching him repeatedly. "I get punched."
{░▒☮}—-"I... that's not right. I mean, I'm glad that he doesn't hurt Helen in the same way he does you," He said, frowning. "But... no, he doesn't have any right in the world to harm you guys. Anger or no anger. Tch, that stupid rat..." He hissed, shaking his head. He stared at the ground for a beat or two, thinking. "You know," Beach began again, looking up at Jasper once more. "I don't think you should go back there for a while. I think you should stay here at Smitty's, just for a little while until we can figure out something to do."
The place had been extremely popular at one point in time. The bear had known and remembered from the first day of his job almost every face that he had come across to. He remembers almost specifically, the detail of their smiles and the glitter of happiness and joy that would light up their orbs. He enjoyed seeing each and every single expression in that pizzeria, whether it be from a euphoric child, or a concerned parent who brought their child to the bear for help. It felt nice to Freddy that he could bring the children something that he believed they deserved; a place of joy, magic, and happiness. Something that every child in Freddy’s mind, at some point wishes for.
It wasn’t so much the greasy pizza that got the attraction, rather the fact that the animatronics could do more than just stand up at their stage. They could take steps. They could think like others and intermingle with the audience they sang to. They were extremely high-tech for their time period, and their affection that the children grew with them conjoined their popularity. It was initially, the founding and base building blocks for Freddy Fabzear’s pizza. Because here at this fine and joyful pizzeria, the kid matters more than anything else!
In the day, of course.
It was Freddy’s fault that they couldn’t move anymore. On a terrible and fateful day in the pizzeria, he was touched and felt himself running extremely quicker yet less reliable than what he was used to. Freddy couldn’t handle it — he couldn’t handle the heat, the constant rate of the electric pulses that ran through his boy as he felt those hands pierce his face. He couldn’t take it, and he “malfunctioned.” His body would thrust forward, his arms snatching up the young girl and his teeth would slam themselves down into the young girl’s brains. He would tug and pull, and drop the girl down on the ground for all the audience to see. That was the old bite of ‘87, the whole entire reason the pizzeria was in this mess. Because after that day, Freddy’s regret wouldn’t stop. He felt this weird impulse in his wires, making it feel like he was the cause of a wrong.
But after that day, the pizzeria was never the same.
Especially when it came to people sneaking in after hours. Freddy wasn’t informed quite yet of the newcomers that were to be arriving rather soon. He isn’t really spoken to that much anymore other than by the animatronics that stand with him at the stage. So because of his unusual spark of violence, the bear had been rather desolate recently. All the more reason to creep around and do his business when the dusk falls.
Freddy had turned slightly at the opening of the doors. He was slightly intrigued by the fact that the other was a bear like him. Of everything that he had seen walk in and out of these doors( if they survive ), he had never seen something that had been similar to his own kind. Or at least, the suit of it anyway. The other bear’s voice though, sounded slightly familiar. As did the place he mentioned inside his greeting to the animatronic. He had heard of that pizzeria before; they weren’t much competition since Freddy Fazbear’s was a local sort of thing. They were popular, but only to a certain extent. He remembers people from the day aimlessly talking about “Showbiz,” and how they were going to be transformed into something new.
Wanting to greet this other bear after analyzing him and requiring a general aspect of who he is, and what he was, he threw up his arm in the air. It took him a couple of moments of course, his mechanics old and wore-down by now, to move the arm and get it to where it needed to be. Whilst moving, the sounds of metal clanking against each other as well as axles turning would illuminate the dark pizza restaurant. With just a bit of manipulation with the pizzeria’s electricity power, he connected to it and with an instant, he dimmed the stage light on himself.
A perfect greeting for a newcomer.
❝ Hello there, m - my - my furry friend!
W - W - Welcome to the place for joy!
Freddy Fazbea - a - ar’s Pizza! A͍̞̝̟̗̖͓̔ͧͭͬ̌̓͂h̸̪̻̣̃u̼̟͉̬h̸̠̟͎̜̩͚ͪͧ!̱̈͒͛̒ͤ̅͗͟
I - I - I don’t think I - I’ve ever seen a
bear in here, o - other than me! Ahuh!
I’m Freddy Fazbea - ar! ❞
{░▒☮}—-Maybe he came in a little bit too early. It sucked, as he wasn't much of an early riser... at all. But for an occasion like this, if it came to getting a new job, then he didn't have much of a choice. It gave him a chance to check out his new surroundings, and since it was nice and empty, it was even better. It was dark, sure. But he could only imagine how it looked during the day. He couldn't see too much of the interior of he building right now... he would later. What he could gather, though, was that it was sort of small. He wasn't used to small. Oh, well. Sacrifice. "Helloooo?" Beach called again, his face screwing up in confusion. He was sure someone was bound to be here... the doors were unlocked, after all. If anybody was here, they were probably asleep somewhere, and he wouldn't blame them. "Shoot... did I get the wrong time?" The polar bear mumbled to himself, eyebrows furrowing. It wouldn't have been a good start to the new gig if it was going to play out like this.
Sliding his handpaws in the pockets of his shorts, he casually made his way down a hallway. Crude drawings of children and what looked to be a bear lined the walls. Beach Bear found himself smiling a little--they brought back the nostalgic feelings that he had back at Showbiz, when the kids in the audience would shower him and the rest of the band in drawings and praise, and, most importantly, love. It brought on a pang of sadness in his chest as he thought about it. Funny how they had so much, and years later ended up with nothing...
As he came to the end of the hallway, the sound of a spotlight flickering on startled him out of his reminiscing. Straight ahead of him was a stage, with an animatronic bear sitting in the spotlight, his eyes locked directly on Beach. This must be the showroom, he thought.
"Woah, uh," Blue hues stared at the robotic bear in shock. He was able to talk? He wasn't just pre-programmed with things to say? If he could recognize other people and speak to them directly... man, they must have had some pretty high tech stuff here. "Hey there... name's Beach Bear. It's, ah... nice to meet you, Freddy." Beach Bear offered the other a slight smile and a wave of his handpaw. It felt a little weird to be talking to a robot, but he would be spending a lot of time with him for who knew how long, so it was probably best to start getting used to it. "I didn't know there were any other bears around, besides myself and my friend. It's nice to know I'm not alone, here." He wasn't quite sure if he should get a little closer to the stage or not. Right now, he was still a little shocked that Freddy could talk talk.