#classico-fazbear

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@classico-fazbear replied to your post “@classico-fazbear replied to your post Freddy: i...”:

Freddy is coming at you. R a p i d l y // I need a crack tag I swear

​ "Oh. . . how terrifying. . ." said in the flattest of tone, "Now where did I leave that fireaxe? Just the right weapon to fuck you up."

[donewithyourschmidt]

@classico-fazbear

It had been two weeks since Mike had become unemployed, and he was struggling.

It had been a shock to show up for his shift, just to find the pizzeria completely shut down. There had been rumors, of course, of this sort of thing happening. The business had been going downhill for years, decrepit halls and worn-out attractions no longer fostering the attention of children like it once had. Therefore, it wasn't necessarily surprising to the guard overall - it was more the abrupt manner in which they did so. They had left him with nothing but a note at the locked door informing him his job was terminated, and no final paycheck.

(A warning had been scribbled onto the side of the paper to not pursue it. Mike knew it would do no good, anyway - he had been employed and paid under the table, due to his age and lack of required records. The company would likely deny him having ever worked there if he contacted them.)

Having his income swept out from under him was awful. His landlord had been utterly unforgiving - Mike was facing eviction soon, and was dreading returning to the streets. Those first few weeks after being thrown out had been nothing short of hellish, and he was sure to do it once more would crush his soul completely.

With his mind full of worries after yet another rejection from a potential employer, Mike was stumbling his way back home. This part of town was rundown, long ignored by the county and largely abandoned. It was a quicker route than the main roads, but the ex-guard was already regretting taking it. The long shadows of dusk made it hard to see the many cracks and holes in the pavement, and his crutch was repeatedly getting caught within them. Bending down, Mike was twisting it free for the umpteenth time when he heard a noise that made him freeze.

He was well-versed in the sound of mechanical movement, straining his ears each night to hear the approach of any animatronic. Those footsteps were unmistakable to him. I have to be hallucinating. It's the stress! He frantically thought. Although he hadn't given much thought as to the fate of the four mascots, far too caught up in his own problems, there was no reason for any of them to be out here!

Slowly, Mike raised his head, eyes widening in horror when he was met with the sight of none other than Freddy Fazbear in the alley.

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❝ 'sup, fazbitch ?? ❞ IT'S SAID IN PASSING, with devon not even looking at the bear as he says it. he can feel the mechanical eyes on his back as he cleans up the table from the birthday party that just left, it's the only reason he's acknowledging the animatronic. sure, the robot can't hear him, but sometimes devon thinks that might not be true. he's had plenty of not - so - one - sided conversations with foxy for him to think the way he does. instead of waiting for whatever pre - programmed response freddy has, devon moves away from the animatronic to clean another spot of the table. god, why do small children have to be so damn messy ?? there's shit EVERYWHERE. mostly confetti, but there are pieces of pepperoni and splotches of pizza sauce smeared across the table. it's like parents tell their children 'you don't need manners in here, the minimum wage losers with their dead end jobs will clean up after you.' it's annoying, really.

AFTER PILING UP ABOUT FIFTEEN PAPER PLATES, devon finally looks up at the bear, making eye contact with him. ❝ must get annoying having to listen to screaming kids that close up all day, huh ?? at least i get the safety of the kitchen. but your ass is stuck up there. ❞ sure, people think he's weird for talking to the robots, but devon's kind of fond of them at this point. they don't talk back, but they're better company than his co - workers.

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There's a very different them to the them that had met Freddy before their head was less clear, brain far more muddled. They looked up towards the brown bear as though all their memories and recollection of him had been stolen from them.

They puzzled, and puzzled and puzzled, unable to conceive where they have seen this - creature? Electric animal before. ❝  Um, I - I 'fink I know you but I don't know how or where you was? ❞ They tried hard to remember yet it always comes up static. ❝  Why can't I remember?!❞  Stress creeping in as they tried struggled more and more with this but ultimately failed. ❝  Does-do you remember? ❞ / @classico-fazbear starter

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William Afton: 1 Freddy Fazbear: 0

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Freddy: i beg your fucking pardon // im losing it

​ Eyes narrow "You heard me, Fazbear. . ."

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D a m n ... Heckin r o a s t e d Fred

​ A hand on his chest, "Oh, roasting? Freddy, dear bear, if I wanted to roast you. . . I wouldn't have been nice."

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@classico-fazbear ★ ♦ ★ ☆ first word when seeing your muse

William smirks a bit, arms crossed over his chest with a slight tilt to his head, "Mediocre." Not that he dislikes the design, just a bit irked with the fact his old designs from Fredbear's was nearly copied by the company he lost control of. A one handed shrug is given, amusement in his tone, "Apologies, Freddy, you're no creation of mine and well. . ." He laughs low softly, "You're not a rabbit. The hat's not bad, though." Better than some of the other iterations he has seen, but really Funtime Freddy will still be the better one. . . words not spoken aloud but thought.