#everyone has problems

[youatemylollipop]

Mikey: You make it sound like I have some serious issues.

Y/N: You make it sound like you don’t.

[kazorashi]

Soshiro: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost through your life. Kafka: Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years! Kikoru: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this! Iharu: I knew I lost that potential somewhere! Reno: My moral code, is that you? Soshiro: Soshiro: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk Mina left me but do you guys need a hug?

[flowerscentedartist]

Dream: Why do you like art so much?

Ink: Art makes me feel happy! I feel an incredibe amount of joy while doing art. And then, when I finished an art piece, I feel acomplished and so excited!

Ink: For about an hour

Ink: Then everything comes crashing down on me again and all I can feel is emptiness and the dread of still being alive.

Dream:

Ink: That's why I can't stop being creative!

Ink: I love art. :)

Dream:

[lolstargirl]

U think u got it bad?

I’m ASHD, bipolar, anxiety, manic depressed, and the cherry on top of this bullshit is I’m also diabetic with neuropathy aswell.

Okay. I'm so sorry for all of that, but you don't know me. I have ADHD, DPDR, anxiety, depression, ED, sh, I experience thoughts about wanting to die, i'm also asthmatic, which makes it hard to breathe and makes me dizzy. I'm LGBTQ+, and i'm proud. But I'm horrified of my rights being taken away, the same as so many other people. Both of our experiences are valid. And yes, everyone has problems. Some worse than others. It would be ignorant to say otherwise. But let’s not compare horrible things in our lives and just get through it together, okay anon?

[chaoticrobotics]

Here is a suggestion for all of the animatronics.

GO TO THERAPY. I don't care what anyone else says, you all have problems that need working out, except Music Man for some reason. He seems fine. I would list each of your problems but I don't think that would be exactly kind or helpful to lay out your insecurities in front of you.

Also, for how much this company has put in security, it is incredibly bad. One security guard, for the entire building and since everything runs a battery that doesn't last an hour, a blackout nullifies pretty much everything. This kind of physical security makes me concerned for their cyber security.

Freddy: Oh, uh. Thank you Superstar for the concern, but I don't really think animatronics can go to therapy. We do try to help each other out when we can though! I do know we all have our own problems, and I am sure the DJ has his own as well, but not everyone wants help, and it's best to respect those wishes but always show you are there to help if they need it!

Also, I do not know where this idea that our batteries can not even last an hour? Our batteries are able to last a maximum of 48 hours from full charge to empty with no extra charging. Sometimes we need to go on reduced battery charge to keep us from wondering off from maintenance, this is mainly because Monty has snuck off multiple times when being repaired.

Also, we do have security bots. I know they do not come out during hours, but rest be assured! The Pizzaplex has plenty of guards to protect the premise! The head security guards are the only humans, and they are here to make sure everything runs smoothly! There is no need for multiple humans to potentially get hurt if there is a major break-in or accident. It is safer for everyone this way! ^-^

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Monty: We don't need therapy! What kind of stupid idea is that? The heck kind of problems you think I have that I'd need some dumb brain looker to look at my brain!?

Roxy: Maybe the fact you called a therapist a "brain looker" might have something to do with it. But I agree that there's no need for us to go to therapy. It's stupid and unnecessary! We don't have any more problems then you humans do, and most of you don't go to therapy!

Monty: Yea! And what's this about bad batteries and security?? That battery thing is just the maintenance being di-, being jerks! And the security being bad? What a joke! I can take any dumb intruder that tries to break in!

Roxy: And if not, they are going to get annoyed to hell and back from all the stupid security bots screaming at them

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Chica: *mouth full of food(trash)* I don't think I have any real problems. *swallows food(trash)* But I wouldn't mind it if Roxy talked to someone, Monty too. Those two seem really down at times. Sometimes Roxy will talk with me but then she will stop and leave. I think she might be a bit embarrassed about whatever is bothering her, and I want to help but... I don't know how... :(

Also, what rumors are you listening to? Our batteries last a pretty long time actually, and the security bots are always doing their best to tell us if there's an intruder or something! Don't think they just do nothing! Plus Moon and the rest of us also help out! It's pretty hard for a human to steal something when Monty grabs them haha!

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Sun: I definitely know what you mean! I'm always offering to have people talk to me so I can help fix their problems! But no one ever wants to! It's so annoying and upsetting seeing how everyone struggles but doesn't want to talk about things! Moon and I talk all the time and help each other out with all our problems! I wish the others had someone they trusted enough to just talk everything out...

Moon: "I know you love talking about your own problems... Sun, maybe if you don't push people to talk about things they don't want to, they might be more willing to talk with you."

Sun: I'm just trying to help! You can see there's something wrong with them! You've told me countless of times of how you've seen Roxy crying all alone, or that Monty will be doing so much damage around him that he hurts himself! Don't you want them to get better? They are your friends! I don't see how you can just sit back and watch them do that and not go and help them when you can!

Moon: "..."

Sun: Also wait!? We only have one security guard? For this whole place!? That's not okay!

Moon: "We have one human on guard and then the rest are bots. Don't worry about it, we're fine. Not like you wouldn't force me out if we were in danger anyway..."

Sun: Okay! Phew! I thought there was just one guard and nothing else! That's a relief! OH! Also, if that battery thing is true for the Glams, it's not for us! We have two batteries that get powered by movement! So while using one battery up, we are charging the other by moving around! Then we just switch to the other one when low and repeat! :D

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DJMM: Haha, you think I am fine? Well, that shows that you may not know me as well as you think! I'm at least glad I can hide my problems from those around me so I am not worrying them. And trust me, I know all about the problems you are concerned about. It really is a shame there is no one officially here to give real therapeutic advice, the best I can do is offer an ear for my friends to vent their frustrations.

Also, that security statement is just false! You really shouldn't be talking about things you don't know about. We have plenty of bots to search around the Pizzaplex and apprehend any intruder that for some reason thought it would be smart to infiltrate a bot infested location.

Especially if they know how Monty can get! Oh I am sure anyone being chased by him would be scared! One time Monty bit my hand after I surprisingly picking him up and he tore right through my glove! Even dented my casing a bit! I can imagine those teeth are a terror to be seen if they are chasing you haha! Though, I am sure I am even scarier for any human! ::3

Oh, and yes, unfortunately, that battery statement is true. At least for me it is. My size makes it hard to keep charged, it's why my belly has wireless charging ports on it, so I can stay constantly charged while on my stage. Though I can also charge with an industrial sized cord into my back, but then I can't move around as much. I only use it when in sleep mode so I can get fully charged before the day starts!

[justultrasound]

[onlyplatonicirl]

I hate to say this, but this is starting to sound like child abuse. Just stay safe and take care of yourself, ok? You prob won’t see this until way later but whatever. I wish you the best!

jksjkfsjkf Okay There is DEFINATLEY no child abuse going on. My parents love me very very much and have gone to the ends of the earth to provide for me. My mother is the most smart and wonderful woman in the whole universe and she’s done so so much for me - she just wants to make sure I’m taking care of myself and is willing to make sacrifices if it ensures my success. She’s immensely proud of my writing (In fact, she shows off my fan art to all of her friends) and she thinks my love for this game is wonderful. Te only thing she is concerned with is my future. 

I haven’t shown a lot of interest. I haven’t started driving, haven’t gotten excited about college, and my friend group is rather antisocial. She just wants to push me towards what she knows will be a happier future for me, and I know it too!! Yes, I think some measures are a little bit extreme, but everything she does is with love. And she isn’t stopping me from doing anything completely - when we argue we toss things at each other that we both don’t really  mean - she just doesn’t want me sucked into a vortex of online bs while my real life crumbles. She will always let me online, but wants to put a limit, which is 100% reasonable. Rest assured, I am in a very loving household and I am very happy :))))

[secretblog1212]

Sleep over at Bills (Entire gang)

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Once at  least every month the losers would come together for a weekend at Bill's house for their annual movie night. The boys would all sleep in Bills room with pillows thrown on the floor trying to look for a soft surface. while Bev was down the hall in the spare bedroom.

    During these days it was obvious they were getting over… things. Stan couldn’t sleep alone, Bill's stutter got worse, Mike would flinch away at any unexpected movement, Ben's anxiety was worse than ever, Bev couldn’t stand anyone touching her (her neck in particular), Eddie was refusing to take any and all medication, Richie had insomnia.

    They were all trying to help each other as best as they could with every new problem that would come up but they were still children and their parents weren’t as that oblivious as they had been before. It was impossible for them to deal with everything by themselves. Bill, Ben and Stan's parents had them put into therapy which was helping a bit, of course the parents just assumes it was teenage stuff and dealing with Georgies death.

    Eddie knew he should talk to someone but he had grown to have a distrust of all types of doctors. Bevs aunt was helping her through it with late night talks and expression through art. They weren’t sure about Mike, you could never tell with his Grandfather. Richie was drinking more and more caffeine to deal with sleep loss. He was lucky to get three hours a night.

    It was their second meet up, everyone was piled up on Bill's bed. Bill was sitting with his back against Stan's chest and between his legs (they weren’t official yet but all the losers knew).Stan was leaning against the headboard. Richie was leaned against the wall with Eddie (they had come out to the losers a week after It that thing) in his lap. Bev and Ben were leaned against the same wall, but they were next to each other. Mike was facing them all at the foot of the bed. They had been sent up to Bill's room nearly an hour ago since his parents were going to bed and it was getting late.

As it was nearing midnight they were all getting ready for bed, Bev had gone and come back after changing into a nightgown while the rest of them all changed in Bill's room.

Bev wanted to hangout before they all fell asleep, when she thought it was safe to come back into the room she opened the door to find more pillows spread across the floor with blankets and cushions. Stan was sleeping on the bed with Bill but the rest of them were all sleeping on the floor.

Mike and Ben had spread themselves out across the floor while Richie and Eddie had laid down next to each other. They were all starting to look tired Richie always looked tired recently . Bev was getting more and more worried for the glasses wearing boy, she could tell just how bad it was getting from the heavy bags under his eyes being more prominent than ever.

“Hey Richie,” she asked, “You gonna sleep okay?”

He glanced up at her quickly before smirking, “Yeah, no need to worry. If I get restless I’ll just go visit Bill's mom.” “Beep beep Trashmouth.”

“No really Richie, she’s got a point. You going to sleep tonight?” asked Ben. He always looked for a serious answer when it came to their health.

“Okay mom, no need to worry. I’ll probably be up for a few more hours then go to bed around three.”

Bev sighed, “Isn’t there anything we can do to help tire you out?”

She knew there must of been something that had popped into Bill Stan and Eddie's head by the mischievous gleam they all had in common and the near evil looking smile slowly spreading across Stan's face. Not that Richie could see any of this, he was faced away from them all. Ben and Mike looked back questioningly, wondering what could possibly be going through their heads that would cause them to look like that.

Stan sat up from where he was laying at the edge of the bed, Bill was quick to follow while Eddie just backed away until he hit a wall.

Just as Richie turned to notice that Eddie was gone she figured out why Eddie had left in the first place.

Right as Richie was about to ask what was wrong he was pounced by Stan knocking him onto his side. Bev never thought she would see the day where Stan would be playful.

Before any of the three confused could ask Bill had joined in pinning Richie, who by now was flailing his limbs around. Then they understood when they heard Richie's “Stahahan nohohoho!”

She knew exactly what was happening, and she could see Ben and Mike's confusion leaving their faces being replaced by grins. They silently decided they would sit out this time and observe for a possible next time.

By this time Bill had maneuvered Richie so his head was in his lap and was currently tickling Richie's neck and poking at his chest. Stan had strung himself across Richie's thighs and was digging his fingers between the gaps in Richie's ribs with his shirt pushed half way up his torso.

Richie was scrunching up his neck and his hands were alternating between grabbing at Stan and Bill's wrist, it didn’t really look like he was pushing away all that much, more so just needing something to hold onto Mike noticed. Even if he would of it looked like he was losing his strength to quickly to fight them off.

Mike Ben Eddie and Bev were laughing right along with Rich as they watched the fast deterioration of his will to fight, with in a minute he was just limply holding onto Stan's wrist and Bill had joined them in watching the scene play out.

Stan had taken his middle and ring finger on both hands and was making quick circles against Richie's ribs, it must of been a good spot because Richie's laughter was starting to go silent with a snort thrown in every couple of seconds. Ben Mike and Beverly had never heard Richie laugh so hard, hadn’t even known he snorted before this moment. They couldn’t of been happier to figure out though.

“Dohohohon’t dohohoo thahahah. Stahahaahn nahahahh,” Cue another snort.

“What’s wrong Richie? I can’t understand you through all your laughter. Oh look, you even snorted again, isn’t that funny. Eddie, don’t you think that’s adorable?”

Eddie nodded, they could tell he was thinking those thoughts to himself without Stan's prompting. He had a shine to his eyes they only ever saw when he thought about Richie doing something he thought was cute. Bev shipped it so hard!

“Ihehihi Cahahn’t” Richie's voice died out ending in another, adorable, snort. He just shook his head back and forth making a mess out of his already messy curls.

Stan began to slow down until he came to a full stop. They all sat and watched as Richie caught his breath trying to stop the residual giggles. They three newest members waited for him to retort or some mom joke but it never came. Eddie came over as Stan and Bill backed away and laid down allowing Richie to curl into his chest, tangling their legs together. Within a few minutes Richie had fallen asleep half on top of Eddie's torso.

“That was the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” Bev whispered.

It was a few minutes till another spoke, it was Mike who asked what the three had been thinking, “how’d you know how to do that?”It seemed like a stupid question but Ben couldn’t come up with a reasonable answer. They shot a funny glance to where Eddie was playing with Richie's hair with a smile on his face, Richie had curled himself around Eddie's entire torso by now.

”Wh-when we were yuh-younger h-he would always tic-tick-tickle Eddie, one day he got fed up with it and we ga--neged up on him. B-by the end of-f it he seemed a-almo-st coma-comatose.” Bill explained, getting frustrated to the point where Stan had to whisper in his ear to get him calm enough to focus towards the end.

Mike chuckled. “I wouldn’t of expected him to be that ticklish though, he kind of just gave up about halfway through, didn’t he?”

Ben nodded, “Yeah, is that why you backed away from it all Eddie? Because he used to do that to you a lot?”

Eddie blushed but nodded. “Yeah, Richie's the second most ticklish out of the four of us,” He gestured to himself, Bill and Stan. “Me, then Richie, then Stan then Big Bill.”

Stan glanced over at the three, not listed. “Now we just have to figure out where you all fit on the scale.”

Bill stood up, straightening the pillows that had been knocked aside in the escapade, “That's a job for later though. Its thirty after and I don’t know about you guys but I want to go to bed.”

With that Bev stood up, said her good nights, riffled the sleeping Trashmouths hair before taking off and setting his glasses on the nightstand before turning out the light and leaving.

She had only one thought as she walked to where she would sleep for the night, ‘If any of those boys want to find out if I'm ticklish they’ll have another thing comin for ‘em. And a full out war.’ She would demolish them if they would dare to try, and they did.