since i dont have anything planned so uhh.........POLLS!
favorite FNaf game?
Fnaf 1
Fnaf 2
Fnaf 3
Fnaf 4 (my personal favorite)
Fnaf SL
Fnaf 6
Fnaf UCN
FNaf SB (or RUin dlc)
Into the Pit (fnaf)
FNaf world (or halloween edition)
Five laps at Freddy's
Voting ended onAug 9, 2024
for me I like FNaf 4 as i like the gameplay and Nightmare is my favorite, though i like Funtime foxy as one of my favorites as he's relatable.
I know Into the pit and FLAF are new ones but they do count still.
I hope ya'll have a good Fnaf anniversary and Thank you Scott for an amazing game.
I'm just as surprised as you that the FNAF amino isn't dead yet. Anyways, joined a month long event and my first entry is for the prompt 'underrated animatronic'. As luck has it, some of my faves are VERY underrated. Funtime Chica, Candy Cadet, Happy Frog, my beloveds. Also to answer your question: Car battery backpack.
Ngl I kinda wish the Rockstar animatronics (-Lefty) had more time in the spotlight than just being there in FNaF 6 and some robots trying to kill you with every other animatronic in UCN with not much lore about them. IDK why but the franchise would just feel incomplete without giving the Rockstars more lore importance in my opinion.
The flames licked at William’s prison. The golden rabbit stunk of the old, burning fur. Even though his physical body felt nothing, his spirit could feel the fire melting his flesh. In the fire he saw a figure. Barely visible. The figure almost seemed to be a cloud of smoke. It was translucent, hollow, and wore a black sweater with two white stripes.
William tried to run to his son, but he could not move. He collapsed on the floor and the little boy turned around. He wore a white mask of that damned Marionette. Then the boy turned back around, and vanished as he walked through the fire.
The stench of his burning body forced William to squeeze his eyes shut. Then he relaxed, and suddenly, it did not stink of burning flesh.
William opened his eyes again. He did not have the hands of that disgusting rabbit. He had his own hands, and wore his own suit and his own skin, yet they were tinted red. Everything was red.
He looked up and stared upon a lake of red. 6 lonely fish swam near the surface, leaving a trail of their blood where they swam, and a man on the bank of the red lake hunched over... fishing.
William had nowhere to go. The trees surrounding the area were too dense for him to go anywhere. Even then, where would he go? There seemed to be nothing but trees, the lake, and the man, so William approached him.
The man noticed William and turned his head to stare directly at him. It was William’s father: Louis. Dead for a few years, but William didn’t know. William had already been dead. As William approached, his father slowly stuck his fishing rod in the bank and crossed his arms.
“Somehow I knew you would end up here, William,” Louis said in a thick French accent. William didn’t know why he wasn’t speaking French. His father could barely speak any English. It unnerved him to a certain degree. “It never mattered how perfect you were. Deep down I had a feeling you were a sinner. I’d never admit it. You were my son... But I had a feeling.”
William turned around to leave. That wasn’t Louis. That was something else.
“Come. Sit with your father. It’s not like you’re going anywhere.”
