#gavegifts

[partyhatted]

                    Elizabeth takes up residence atop the prize counter, like she owns the place. ( And, in a manner of speaking, she does. ) It’s her first time at the pizzeria, without the entire Afton clan, and her first time ‘filling in’ for a shift. It’s more of a body count thing, than anything else. One grown up for every ten kids. All she’s had to do is mill around and enjoy the shows, but... after an hour? It’s gotten stale. She needs more. “How do you not die of boredom, when you’re all trapped here?” // @gavegifts

[scrubthememories]

               “a furry has never tried to swipe a hook, at me.” not to the best of her knowledge, anyway. “i think it’s safe to say, it’s foxy i have a problem with.” // @gavegifts

[veryaccommodating-blog]

                    “how many tickets, for that one?” she asks, pointing to the cute fox plushy. people have been calling him ‘foxy’ but dana’s really not sure if they’re making a furry joke, or if that’s actually that mascot’s name. better safe than sorry, though. she’s still new to the pizzeria and the last thing she needs is a reputation for giving animatronics pet names. // @gavegifts

[partyhatted]

                    “--- sammy.” carlton breathes, by way of greeting. “you’re not gonna believe what just happened.” he’s not supposed to be hanging out in the prize room, technically. he knows this. but, even mr. whittman agrees that charlie’s dictator-like diligence is a little much. ( he hasn’t said it, in so many words, but carlton can tell. ) either way, their not-so-fearless leader is notibly absent, today, so her rules don’t count. “marla got projectile puked on, by the gluten-free kid.” // @gavegifts

[scrubthememories]

I haven't written in 7,000 years but if Celeste wants to write like boom it's time

[partyhatted]

@gavegifts​ asked: jessica i think we're married now. or at least we have a hypothetical child together.

“do i even want to know what that means?” she’s wiping down the tables from the biggest, messiest party she’s ever seen blow through freddy’s. kids had been chanting ‘who’s daddy’ for the final thirty minutes. she’s seen hell. she’s living in hell. “because last i checked, you lacked access to my hypothetical womb. i think i would’ve remembered the hypothetical birth.” 

[starslung]

fnaf owns my ass again, @gavegifts if ur brave