#fazbearentinc

[abonndonment]

@fazbearentinc - ❛ don’t worry, i’ve got your back! ❜ -glamrock freddy @ glamrock bonnie (THEM TIME...)

He'd met the boy by chance. Just because this kid was smart, and observant– so much more than all the staff members; this boy —Gregory— he'd noticed there was something different about him, that he wasn't like the other endos, and it'd taken a bit, but it'd clicked in the boy's mind after seeing purple ears painted on an endo on a wall.

"You're Bonnie," the boy'd whispered, and he'd never felt such relief before. He lacked the features and voice box to show it, but he was so happy to be recognized, especially with the way he looked now.

After that, time was a blur, the boy'd slowly began putting him back together. Finding his parts scattered around, his head first, then his torso, the casing for his hands and arms; it was only his legs missing now, the main obstacle to overcome, that and a glitchy voice box that made it hard to speak to Gregory. He could sort of move without the casing for his legs, but his steps were slow, metallic joints shaking, threatening to give in with each step as he leaned onto the nearest wall for support. Gregory was faster, walking ahead and rounding a corner, talking to someone.

"Don't worry, I've got your back!" the voice came like a kick to the gut. No matter how long he'd spent away, there wasn't a single doubt in Bonnie's mind who it belonged to.

"F̸̤͛-Fȑ̸͉è̴̠d̵̗͗d̵̗̉ỷ̴̥?̷̫̂" Bonnie spoke, distorted yet hopeful. "I̶̭͂s̷̳̿ ̷͇̔t̵h̷͙͐a̸̤̐t̷̼̑ ̵̩̿ý̸̫ơ̸̦ȗ̴̞?̸̛̭"

~Distorted text: F-freddy, is that you?~

[animatronicabundance-archived]

@fazbearentinc​ found a ghost from the past

If there was one thing Gregory hated it was crying, but he was on the verge of it as he wandered around just frustrated. Mad at his lack of memories outside these walls, upset at the guard who’s been chasing him down, and so much that just made any kid want to sit down in a corner and cry.

The mere thought of tears though made his head and heart ache, as a not understood fear of the word crybaby crept up, and so with a silent sniffle he tries to dry his eyes like a big boy. The arms in his face block his vision a bit as he walks and he accidently bumps into someone's leg.

There's a soft oph as the teary eyed boy falls over but Gregory’s quick to scramble to his feet. He’s not let any adult really see him yet and he’s not about to start now, and so he’s quick to take of running in the opposite direction before he can even see the strangers face. Thoughts racing like a kicked beehive because what if the adult saw him? For some reason the thought of getting seen teary eyed is eating him up more then what might happen now that two adults know about him.

[madrcams]

@fazbearentinc​ @fazbearings​ you know that fnaf sb glitch

you know... that one

yep

your glamfreds

my hot take: sb au where everything is the same but you escape the plex with TWO bear dads

[jammedmuses]

“ . . . ”

“ We ALL should go piss Joey off! ”

@fazbearentinc​ @fazbearings​

[frightsguard]

   --Gosh, she's really in it now!

   Little hands grip at her sweater's hem, blue eyes darting around awkwardly as she stands there, back placed to the wall of the green room-- hidden away from immediate sight, she knows it's only a matter of time before she's seen, and sticking strangely to the corner wasn't going to get her very far ( she had better places to hide, but sometimes the journey to get there is longer than it should be ). Head turns, peeking out of the side of the stage as she looks around, eyebrows furrowed.

   And she sees him. Hands grip tighter around fabric as she locks in place, frozen like a deer in headlights-- but she notices; unlike the other robots, who were far gone down the rabbit hole; he was still there. Still fighting! The lump in her throat tightens a moment, but then she relaxes-- swallowing down fear as she takes a tentative step into the open-- little hands moving to grip the stage curtain.

   ❝ Freddy? S'that you? ❞

@fazbearentinc​ ( glamrock freddy. ) // sb s.c.

[fczbecrspizzc]

   It's not unusual for her to be here. A kid with no fear knows no bounds-- to Sunny, no matter what she did, she will not be scared of the consequences that come with breaking rules and potential murder ( people have already died, she'd just be another to the body count ). Hands place the backpack onto the floor as she entered the backroom when no one was looking; the best she could do currently was sneak in without anyone's knowledge-- and in her opinion, it led to quite funny results sometimes.

   She had a reason to be here, however. She had to check whether or not her idea was right-- the suits had to be involved in the accident, there's no way they couldn't be, right? Right? She had to figure it out-- because the police sure as shit aren't helping. So an eight-year-old with not much to fear takes it into her hands, and that's where she finds herself now; stood in the middle of a dark backroom that has the faint coppery smell and old suits deemed useless and left to rot-- a perfect place to hide bodies that were never found, right? It's her only chance, she thinks-- it's the only way she can at least confirm that something happened here.

   Knees bend, and slowly, methodically do hands feel around at anything she may find incriminating, brown eyes narrow and slowly gets used to the dark around her, and once they adjust does she actually look around, eyes focused-- the least she could do was try and do this ( most of the other kids in her class wouldn't help; unlike her, they had fear. They thought she was a freak. ). Eyes finally find themselves drawn to something yellow in colour, though more muted and browny than that of the chicken, it seemed more golden, actually. She stills, staring silently before she gets an idea ( and typically, when she gets those, they're either stupid or slightly competent ).

   ❝ ...Anyone there? ❞

@fazbearentinc​ ( golden freddy. / cassidy. ) // s.c.

[groovepawn]

@fazbearentinc​ asked: ❝ If I can’t do this on my own, then what good am I? ❞ -circus baby! (LOWKEY THINKIN ABT A DYNAMIC WHERE SHIKI HELPS BABY LIKE SHE HELPED NEKU......)

After her time in the Long Game, Shiki had developed a psychic awareness to the emotions of others. Given her connection with her beloved plush, Mr. Mew, it should've been no surprise when she heard the faint, defeated sound of a little girl's voice—coming from an animatronic disheveled against a garbage can in a back alley, as if that voice was calling out to her. Despite what was said, she really seemed... like she was sad. Like she needed help.

Shiki kneels in front of the robotic-like creature, a little scared by her clown-like appearance, yet... she was also reminded of a baby doll for some reason. She was actually kind of "...Cute."

Her voice wasn't much more than a faint whisper and she wants to reach out, but she's not sure it would do much. Also unsure if she'd have any success, finally, Shiki looks to the doll with her innocent, hazel eyes, and says, "Needing help isn't a sign of weakness. We all need a little help sometimes."

[fazbun]

@fazbearentinc said ;; ❤❤❤ 👉👈 -glamrock freddy!!! you get one too bc i love our gay disasters

Bonnie's nervous. It isn't something that happens very frequently, given the context is Freddy Freddy Freddy, but he finds himself fiddling with the card in his paws as if the mere thought of passing it on inspires anxiety.

And it does, because its contents were sappy and lame, silly doodle included. How could he give it to somebody as sweet as the bear?? Unfortunately for Bonnie, though, the card was a stepping stone to something he'd been wanting to do since the holiday had begun approaching, so it wasn't something he should dismiss.

Still, the rabbit's ears are flattened when he finally pads up to the bear.

" Hey Freddy, I, uh. I might've made you something, if you're interested? It's-- here, just take it. " And that's when Bonnie holds the card out towards Freddy, gaze averted meekly to the side.