#fnafwmd

[fazbear-security]

[FNAFWMD] Not-So-Lone Wolf

You could see most of Fazbear Hills from the roof of the guildhall, and Mike liked to climb up there on clear days.

He would lean back on his hands, and just listen to the wind passing through the trees. If he closed his eyes, he could pretend he was back home....sitting back on the roof of his mother’s house, and taking a breather from the stress of the full house below. But when he opened his eyes, he was always back in Animatronica, and always disappointed.

Mike shook his head, and his one good ear flicked, as if to toss away the thoughts. He had no way to get home, as far as he (or anyone he’d asked) knew, and shouldn’t be dwelling on it. There were better, more productive things he could be doing, especially now. And speaking of...

The canine sat forward and braced his elbows on his knees, watching the figure on the ground below. Were they a guild member about to head out? He hadn’t met everyone in the guild who’d taken him in, but he could only assume they were, being so close to the guildhall.

Mike shifted a bit before sliding off the edge of the roof, and dropping down to a tree branch that passed nearby. He climbed down the tree from there, keeping an eye on the figure as he moved. Maybe they’d need another member for their quest?

“You’re not heading out alone, are you?” Mike called out to the figure once his feet were on the ground. “I’ve heard it’s getting real dangerous out there...”

[fxlselyaccused]

FNAFWMD Starter Call!

((and to dig my heels into some FNAFWMD, like or reblog this for a FNAFWMD starter!))

[sxhmiddy]

(Open) A chilly welcome to the Dusting Fields

  Mike hadn’t been such a fan of the snow and cold, not since his incident with Bouncer that cost him his arm. The frigid air of the Dusting Fields made the exposed metal ache, the weather easily beginning to rust at its end. By now, however, Mike had grown cozy in his isolated home, a small burrow dug out near the Ferris wheel he now sat in front of. He sat in front of the Ferris wheel a lot, nowadays. He didn’t have anyone to talk to, nowhere to go, so his time was spent sitting.

  Waiting for a day he was now convinced would never come.

  What was once a rowdy, crude, but friendly fox had slowly dissolved into what was effectively a husk of a person. The reality that he was trapped here, that he may never see his friends or family again, haunted him, gripped him, locked him into a cage of despair. Now, he did nothing, refusing to talk to people, refusing to seek help. His life, now, could barely be described as such, as he spent it ghosting around his corner of the biome like the dead.

  The snow was thick, layering on the ground in huge, fluffy mounds. It easily muffled sound, so much so that the figure currently sitting in front of the Ferris wheel did not hear when someone approached him from behind. A thick blanket of snow had layered itself onto his head, shoulders, and back, burying his tail in the ice. Clearly Mike had been sitting there for a very long time.

[fazbear-security]

[FNAFWMD, closed w/springcaged]

The poster in her hand depicted a bulky, red-eyed monstrosity, crudely colored, and hastily tacked to one of the many tombstones that dotted the gloomy, misty area. But that description was a bit hypocritical, coming from her, so Tara kept her opinion to herself.

She sized up the entrance to Deep-Metal Mine with a raised eyebrow, taking note of the heavy gouges in the rock, and the scratches on the door. Something had certainly clawed its way inside, tearing up the ground in its wake, and now no doubt lurked in the depths of the mine. Unchallenged, it would linger there in the dark, preying on those brave enough to venture into the mines for work or curiosity.

Or it would, if she wasn’t planning to drag it back out. She placed the poster back down on the tombstone she’d found it on, and flexed her clawed fingers. A small, trap-like animatronic hopped up onto her shoulder, and snapped its teeth a few times. Tara chuckled, and gave it a gentle but fond pat with her claws.

“You babies ready for a challenge?” She asked rhetorically. “This one looks like a doozy-“ A sound caught her ear, and she stopped, half-turning her head in its direction. The Munchie on her shoulder growled, and snapped in the direction of the noise. At first, she saw nothing immediate...but then a silhouette began to shine through the mist, and Tara relaxed. She recognized those tall ears.

She didn’t know the guildmaster personally, but she recognized him.

“Staring is rude, ya know.” Tara called out to the long-eared shadow while hushing the Munchie on her shoulder. “You could at least step out and say ‘hello’.”

@springcaged

[sxhmiddy]

((Take this delicious ref of FNAFWMD Mike! He’s a depressed fox. Please let him go home.))

[sxhmiddy]

Examine ! Riley [ any verse ]

RPG MEME ; Accepting!

  Riley. A little ghost who found you in the Dusting Fields a while back, now having gotten you caught up with his ‘friends’-- a group of solos lead by Plushtrap. You’re secretly eternally grateful to him and his ability to keep your pain at bay (that Armor Song works wonders!), and you feel slightly (fairly) less depressed in his presence.

  You’d defend this kiddo with your life, probably. He’s shy and easy to scare (so, so easy to scare) and you’ve almost begun to regret vowing to hurt anything that scared him-- almost. He’s sweet as honey and meeting him is one of the few good things to come out of getting trapped here.

  You wonder how he became a ghost. You’ll probably ask him later.

[fxlselyaccused]

Character Name: William Afton, David Miller Springtrap

Character Role: Guard Dog (Tank)

Mun Name: Vincent

Blog: fxlselyaccused

Group: Nightmare’s Guild

Origin: Undead human from the flipside

Brief Background:

 Springtrap is an incredibly strange character. Thirty years of isolation has twisted and distorted him-- prone to swinging between cold aggression and warm kindness. He can’t seem to decide if he’s absolutely enraged by his current situation or grateful he’s still around.

 William Afton was never a hateful man. He was innocent, a sweet gentleman who simply wanted to entertain. His best friend and co-founder of Fredbear’s Family Diner was the man who took the lives of those children, and William was framed. For a while he was forced to live under the alias of David Miller, and in a determined rage he destroyed Henry’s precious animatronics, freeing the spirits inside.

  The rest is history. After entering a mysterious new door in Fazbear’s Fright, Springtrap found himself in Blacktomb Yard. He quickly joined Nightmare’s Guild, and now serves as a sort of warrior-guardian, keeping off the dangerous monsters that the traps cannot take care of. He has no team, but would absolutely love to join one.

  He pretends he doesn’t care about anyone else, but that couldn’t be more wrong.

[sxhmiddy]

Character Name: Scott James Cawthon

Character Role: Clumsy Helper Bat (Healer)

Mun Name: Vincent

Blog: sxhmiddy

Group: Spring Bonnie’s Guild

Origin: An object head from the flipside with his own flip-side

Brief Background:

 Scott is a shy phone-headed man from the same world as Mike. He would do absolutely anything to help somebody, even at the cost of his own safety. He is easy to frighten, but not so easy to trust another.

 Scott thinks fairly lowly of himself, always putting others before his wellbeing. He’ll always put off his own misery to appear higher in the eyes of another. He is highly anxious, and bears a permanent stutter. After becoming an animatronic, he gained the ability of flight, but he’s exceedingly clumsy and can only fly short distances-- if he can get off the ground at all.

 Scott had been out for an evening jog when he failed to grab a handhold while freerunning across a bridge, and he fell into the frigid waters below. He awoke in Lilygear Lake with a group of Spring Bonnie Guild members tending to him. Transformed and frightened, Scott joined the guild, and he hopes to try and find a way home to his dear Michael.

 He doesn’t know that Mike is stuck there, too.

Character Name: Feedback James Cawthon

Character Role: Mercenary (Offense)

Mun Name: Vincent

Blog: sxhmiddy

Group: Spring Bonnie, forcibly

Origin: Scott’s other half

Brief Background:

 Feedback is cold and merciless. He has blood on his hands, and for the right price he’ll easily shed more. He takes no joy in his dirty work-- or, that’s what he likes to pretend. As a berserker, Feedback has an innate desire for bloodshed, which is why most people who know about berserkers avoid him at all costs. Feedback is, of course, one of the worst monsters of all.

 Feedback is sort of like Scott’s ‘alter ego’, but if you call him that he might kill you. He is his own entirely separate person, who just so happens to share a body with Scott Cawthon. He is Scott’s ‘last resort’-- he can harness supernatural power Scott just doesn’t have, resulting in being physically stronger and more durable. But this excess of power comes at a cost-- after enough strain, shifting back will cause Scott to faint, and any more lengthens the blackout period, and puts immense stress on their body.

 Feedback can be easily driven to any cause so long as Scott is behind it. They’re sort of like brothers, caring for each other and always spectating each other unless they’re blocked out. Feedback usually blocks Scott out when violence is involved. This time, however, Feedback truly shares Scott’s intentions.

 He has an organization back home to run.