#fazzgory

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❝ ... okay, seriously? how did NOBODY ever tell me that i have a twin?! TWO twins, even! ❞

「 ❝ that is odd... perhaps you are not a twin, but rather a mass produced entity! ❞ 」

❝ that’s worse. ❞

[glam-rockin]

@fazzgory​

“Don’t think you can hide forever! I will find you! I’m the hide and seek champion.”

[fazwatching]

gregory : I GONNA MAKE AN ANNOUNCEMENT. GLAMROCK BONNIE IS A BITCH-ASS MOTHERFUCKER. HE KISSED MY FUCKING DAD-

[abonndonment]

Plotted starter for @fazzgory

Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex wasn't like ant other pizzeria Bonnet had performed at. It was much bigger, with animatronics that she hadn't even heard of in any of the other establishments, there was a gator and a wolf; there were also others she did hear of, Chica and Freddy, the ones you couldn't have a pizzeria without, a Foxy somewhere, and a Bonnie– or well, there had been a Bonnie once. She was here to replace him.

That's what the technician and daytime guard told her when she had been let loose in the service tunnels to recharge. Her charging method was different to that of the more modern models, she needed to move to charge, and so here she was, moving, focusing on keeping her battery charged and thinking of what it would be like performing here, how many more children there would be, if they would like her.

She'd been so lost in her own thoughts that, as she rounded a corner, Bonnet didn't notice someone running towards her until they almost crashed into her. Her reflexes kicked in before that happened, she was programmed to ensure the children's safety and what kind of protector would she be if she let one crash into her? Her hand grabbed wrapped all the way around a small, skinny arm, wide green eyes focusing on the child. What was a child doing here this late? As far as she knew, the pizzeria didn't have nightly events.

"Are you lost, little one?" she asked, gentleness, concern and confusion mixed in her tone as she let go of the child's arm once she was sure he wouldn't fall. "This is a staff only area. How did you get here?"

[glamrfred]

There is the rapidly approaching sound of metal clanking footsteps, long before the large bear arrives. Mechanical jaws partly open in a wide smile, his thick chest plates opening out of habit.

         “Gregory!”

@fazzgory​ // closed.

[prizecxrner]

@fazzgory​ | continued from here.

He can hear his heartbeat thudding like some kind of morbid, off-beat drum in his ears. 

He can see that they’re safe—they’re in one of those security offices that looks disturbingly like one he’d been in, once—but Alexander can barely process that they’re no longer in danger. One hand still has his crowbar gripped tight, ready to swing again at a moment’s notice, the other holding Gregory close to his chest. He wouldn’t be surprised if it was shaking, with how it seemed like his heart was currently attempting a grand escape from his chest cavity.

This franchise was going to be the fucking death of him, one way or another.

He’d only been gone for thirty seconds. Thirty seconds and it had all gone to shit. All he can remember thinking when he saw that damn bot was not again. Too many kids have vanished. Too many kids have died. Not another one. He wouldn’t take another missing child. That’s what brought him here in the first place—and he wasn’t about to allow more tragedy in his presence. Not if he could help it, not if he could stop it.

Alex could only hazily recall whacking that chicken hard enough to get her head spinning before he’d scooped up Gregory in one arm and made a run for it—and, really, he was paying for that now. His arms and legs ached, throbbing dully with pain—he had to force them to relax, to accept that there wasn’t any need to run, not now.

“ It’s okay, ” he mutters, releasing a shaky breath, “ ‘ve got ya’. You’re safe. We’re—we’re safe. ‘s okay, we’re gonna be okay. ”

He hates how it half sounds like he’s trying to convince himself of it too.

But then Gregory is speaking—thanking him and Alex lets out a chuckle that resembles more of a wheeze than anything, looking downward at the child.

“ I did too, for a minute, ” he admits, “ ‘s nothin’ kiddo. Thankfully fer you, Chica was never my favorite. Did y’see how fast ‘er head was spinnin’ when I whacked her? Like a fuckin’ merry-go-round. ”

He hopes that his attempt to lighten the mood works.

[paleciity]

@fazzgory​ cont. from x

Dazed and winded, you’d think Mono would be more upset at the situation (one does not take kindly to being thrown.) Yet as he’s sways on his feet, he can’t help but grin back at Gregory, his joy all too infectious. He did something right- he did something right!

“Hah-” Of course, lopsided smiles were masked by crinkled paper, but the sentiment shone through his eyes all the same. The boy could still feel his fingers buzzing, and he couldn’t quite tell if it was lingering static from his panic-induced burst (the grainy film and tell-tale TV glow still clung to the edges of his clothes, like a living stain) or if it was just the adrenaline hammering in his heart and making his head swim. Maybe both.

Regardless, he teeters over all the same- offering a shaky thumbs up before pushing his hands against Gregory’s ankle. Convenient for steadying himself (a less than dignified scream as he flew still left him lightheaded, though...everything else certainly hadn’t helped) but more intended to urge the boy to move. Whatever force had leapt from Mono’s very core may have stunned the bot, but he did not know how long that would last.

...And as cool as that was, he did not want to stick around long enough to ruin the moment.

[fczbecrspizzc]

   ❝ So, ❞ arms cross over her knees as the girl sits in the office, leaning her head on said arms as she looked to the other; for once, in the plex, it was calmer. The office was quiet and so was she, carefully watching the other as she sits. She had originally come back in order to find answers-- but there was still the air of urgency; then again, to be fair-- they were being hunted ( but sadly, she was so, so desensitised to it ). Fingers link together as she watched the boy, a frown on her face. She guessed she could see a part of herself in the other when she first ended up here ( when she first lost her friend; when she first struggled through the night ), ❝ we're both stuck. ❞

   ❝ I'm pretty sure we can have a moment to breathe, here. ❞ Green eyes dance to the door, the area had long since been cleared out, only the S.T.A.F.F. bots remain. Leah leans back against the wall, giving a small, but semi-friendly smile, ❝ At least-- for a moment, I guess? Sorry, I tend to talk when I'm a little nervous. ❞ It was definitely true; Leah was nervous. The idea of someone who didn't know what was going on or was suspect to getting hurt ( or worse, ending up missing like someone she knew ) in the plex had made her form a lump in her throat-- but she did what she could to at least not show it. Her finger scratches the skin on her kneecap for a moment, and she gave a small huff, ❝ But I don't think we've met before, have we? ❞

   ❝ I'm Leah. Could-- could you tell me your name? ❞

@fazzgory​. / s.c.