#fazbearings

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BAD DAY PROMPTS || STILL ACCEPTING! || @fazbearings​

fazbearings asked: “ you don’t need to worry about scaring me off. i’m not going anywhere. you can try as hard as you want, but there’s nothing you can say that’s going to make me like you any less. “ phonegingi for norm

[Norm fixed the goblin with a glare as it insisted that he wasn't going to scare them off; he had a loaded, cocked pistol pointed directly at it, and yet it insisted on remaining at his door. He had no reason to believe that it was lying when it said it "wasn't going anywhere," either -- it'd rooted itself outside of his shack for a full year now. He'd decided to speak to it again out of impatience and pity...but now it was...reassuring him. Like he was the one who needed sympathy and kindness.]

[He was being psychoanalyzed and cared for by a complete stranger. One who'd lived outside his shack for a year, granted, but a stranger nonetheless. He couldn't stand it.]

❝ ...I know you ain't goin' anywhere. You've been tied t' this spot fer th' past goddamn YEAR. ❞ [Norm grumbled with frustration; the goblin's persistence was a force to be reckoned with. He would wonder why it wanted to speak with him, of all people, but...he knew the answer. It'd called him a fellow "freak" -- another exile by Mingus' hand. They might share a similar past, and as much as Norm would’ve loved to shoot it and be done with this...] ❝ I don't even know ya, Pardner, an' ya sure as Hell don't know me. I'd gladly shoot ya and put yer head on display fer the next poor feller to cross my property, provided I wasn't runnin' low on ammo... ❞ 

❝ ...But... ❞ [Damn it all. Was he really doing this?] ❝ ...I s'ppose I'll need you off my property if I want any chance o' gettin' more. ❞ [Norm shut his door, utilizing the brief moment of peace to put his usual paper bag over his head. He never wore it in his own home...but he'd have to make an exception this time. He cracked open the door, hesitantly, keeping a wary eye on the stranger the entire time.] 

❝ Come in. We'll talk...an' then yer goin' back t' wherever y'came from. ❞

[inkmimicry]

@fazbearings​ 

Why is he back here. Why is he back here.

The axe is too big for him, but its light. He’s a toon. Weight has no bearing unless there’s a punchline involved. From the outside, the studio looks like any old condemned building. Who’s to know about the hellish catacombs that go on forever and ever underneath...?

But this is for a job, and he’s back, and the deceptively quiet hallways are all too eager to welcome him home. There’s an ambient light here that doesn’t come from candle nor light switch, but he can see. 

Shoes steps down the hallway, inching around projectors and peeking around corners.

No-one is here.

CREAK.

The floorboard gives him away. He’s sure every creature for miles must’ve heard that.

[jammedmuses]

@fazbearings​ said: Bendy better prepare for a incoming hug. (From my bendy haha !! )

Well, ink-color him surprised!

All the work crunch in Joey Drew Studios barely gives anyone any time to display their appreciation for anyone.​ And it’s something that you only realize how starved of it you are when you get it. Just like this.

Needless to say, the hug is very welcomed and reciprocated. With newfound vigor, Bendy even leans back lifting his equal (his double? twin?) and taking him for a twirling spin off his feet!

[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

[curseofbreadbear]

THE GOOD PLACE || STILL ACCEPTING! || @fazbearings​

fazbearings asked: ❛  does  your  brain  work ,  actually ?  do  you  have  a  functioning  head ?  ❜ snap for randy

❝ Well, yeah? Of course it does! ...Uh -- works, I mean. My brain works. ❞ 

[That went without saying, didn't it?? Sure, the Nomicon and even Howard ( correction: DEFINITELY Howard ) might argue with his logic -- he could be pretty stupid sometimes -- but his "ninja privileges" would be revoked in a heartbeat if his "brain didn't work." Act like a shoob, and you'll be treated like one ( man, if only the Nomicon's advice was as straightforward as that -- he almost felt proud of himself for coming up with that one ).]

❝ What kinda honkin' question is that, anyway? What'd I do?? ❞ [Oh, boy -- actually, there were way too many potential answers for that...]

[rubbcr-hose-toons]

@fazbearings​

He has no idea where he is. No clue why everything looks and smells the color of sandpaper.​ He's kinda scared right now but don’t worry about it. But what he does know is that there is a pointy-headed someone who looks kinda like -

“AAAAAAH! The Devil!”

And, after a quick scrabble on the ground, he snatches up an empty inkwell and pitches it at him. Luckily, the kid has bad aim.

[funbonded]

Funtime Freddy loomed over the small demon, grin wider than anything. The two’s friendship had truly had unexpectedly hit it off. His grin faltered when he could not help but notice something. Well not so much notice. No. That would imply he had never pondered on this matter before...Bendy was alive but he should not be. The animatronic panda had decided he let the linger far too long.

Ƒ Ƒ｡ - ･:*:･ﾟ★, ❝ Hey,...Devilled Eggs. Mind if I ask you something? ❞ He drops himself down next to the shortest. 

❝ Y’know, everyone here has a story behind their sentience...mine was... scientology more or less. My ‘creator’ gave me life through something called remnant he experimented with the stuff. It’s sort of part of me. ❞ He clenches his fingers to feel the substance in his digits. ❝ It’s...it’s complicated. ❞ He shrugged not wanting to bore or burden his friend about that. 

This was about Bendy.  ❝ Last time I checked drawings don’t just jump off of the page and pal around with animatronic panda’s so...there’s got to be more to you than that... is it the ink? ❞ He was positive that maybe he could understand given his relationship to remnant.