#clock in

[bulletsautumn]

To avoid further premature shift departures, a time-card system is being introduced to the MOAT work release program.

[christiancageadvocate]

Lol, joke’s over. Imagine how tired I am of looking for this man every week 😂🫠😒🙃🥴

[bitingdrivers]

*watching everyone reblog the max/rico post*

WELCOME TO THE MAX/RICO WINTER

[connormccafferyhater]

that equalhealerr account without her “iowa anons”

[luckydiorxoxo]

[francisfromthedayshift]

[Part one of second night shift]

Francis walks up to the halos and torches building and purses his lips. The front of the building is decorated in a mix of red and black flames and white and gold clouds that look more like smoke than anything. They take the keys from the 3rd shift staff and lock the door as the workers leave before finding their way to the office.

They make sure to walk around and take a look at each of the robots, three demons, and three angels. The animatronics eyes trace her as she crosses the room, heads turning slightly to follow him. He tries to ignore this as best as he can. The whole place reminds her faintly of a messed-up vbs, the themed decorations a little more intense than the usual decorations at a fazbear entertainment location.

She finally finds the door and opens it up. It's not exactly like the usual place. The security office doors close and lock, even having multiple latches. Weird. They set themselves up with the monitors and settle in for another long night. They set the cameras to stare at the robots and wait.

The robots seem to float across the rooms but don't seem to be focused on Fran at all for a good 30 minutes until suddenly two of them disappear. An angel and a devil.

There's a knocking at the door. It's gentle at first, then harder. Fran sucks in a breath and ignores it. Then there is a mechanical click, and Fran whirls around to see the latches on the doors unlocking. She springs up as high-pitched frequency plays, and then promptly blacks out, slumping to the ground.

[brightlydim]

have some quality art (not really)