#killersona

[val-va2]

Doodles on the magma

I love my KillerSona.

Name is Kiki and she goes by She/They

Totally didn't get her married to @kolorace 's own Killersona, Kloro

[travis-freakzone]

Recent drawings of my killersona The Rage, plus the first iteration of the design (some small details have changed)

Lore sumup under the cut, i still need to think about his abilities and perks but the chase music is This , with the added note of glass crunching as it walks.

He was an alcoholic that blamed fate for his own shortcomings and lack of luck towards a stable life (most issues caused by himself due to unsubconscious self sabotage while also seeking "perfection") he worked at a rage room while also using it as a form of "self therapy" (which only further convinced him that anger was the solution to emotional issues) one day he's very drunk at work after having had a shitty day and ends up entering the room where a small group of people were smashing shit around, he ends up murdering them after being insulted and is taken away by the entity leaving behind only a bloody mess of broken glass. Its face is distorted into a bloated "head in a jar" fashion but underneath the screen there's something he refuses to show to anyone, even himself

[theflyingcosmos]

Some doodles of my Killer sona including an actual piece I'm probably gonna forget to finish :sob:

[skllyr]

Gave mojo a mask and of course i had to draw him with danny

[nem1men]

“Jaws of the Gator” - What If?

I wasn’t planning on posting this here HOWEVER @jelly-belly-fish herself loved this snippet I wrote and wanted me to post it so here we go.

This is a ‘what if’ based on her drabble, where my AU Killersona is involved.

TW: This contains quite a bit of swearing and a hint of mind-control at the end.

“Good…” Freddy whispered in pain, “he…made it..out..”

Glamrock Freddy mustered up the ability to look up to the upper fake gums of the mouth. He closed his eyes in thought.

“I’m sorry, little one…” he groaned, “I’m sorry I can’t be there for you for the rest of the night…but…the show is over for me..”

And with that, Freddy only waited for the jaws of Monty to fulling close on him.

"Move it, brat." That voice- the one that belonged to a bulky man with a jackalope mask, one that had been hunting Gregory just like Vanny was. Freddy gave a squirm under the force, his already-cracking joints somehow still able to hold himself now that he knew Gregory still wasn't safe.

"RUN, GREGORY!" He yelled through the pain. He tried to push himself up, to fight back against the maw crushing him, yet the force was too great for him to properly get off of his hands.

He watched as a paw-like boot suddenly stomped onto the bottom jaw as two gloved hands grabbed between sharp teeth above, and he heard a great grunt from the other side. Whether it was thanks to Freddy's own pushing or adrenaline giving him freakish strength, the man was able to force those jaws open just a few inches more. He leaned down and Freddy expected the freakishly yellow eyes of a mask glaring him down- not piercing green filled with determination and.. worry?

He didn't have time to think on it- the man's next move was to force himself in, adult-sized golf club in hand. The sociopath stabbed the club upwards into the roof of the fake maw, forcefully opening it further with the club until the object acted as a support beam, giving Freddy just enough room to wiggle free on his own- if he had been given the chance.

"C'mere!!" The man reached forward suddenly, roughly grabbing Freddy by his cracked chest piece and gave a yank. Either he didn't care if his actions caused more damage to Freddy's shell, or he was too worried to realize it.

With a great tug the two stumbled out of the maw, Freddy being dropped onto the ramp next to Gregory as the man stumbled back a few feet, a few cuts along the fabric of his suit and revealing some cuts thanks to the sharp teeth. He panted heavily, watching as that club in the mouth shook and bent, before it snapped and the sound of massive jaws clamping shut rumbled through the area, eyes glowing red.

"We had a DEAL!!" The man roared into the air, to whoever was still listening. Gregory ran to Freddy's side, both to check up on his guardian and to tuck close in fear as this was one of the killers that was actively with him. "I help you get the kid, and the bear goes unharmed!! You BROKE that deal Monty, and you're gonna pay for it!!"

"F-Freddy-" He began and Freddy hushed him softly, holding him close as he stared at the man. It was the first time he saw him maskless- the long brunette hair in the front covered a bit of the mans face, but he could still see those eyes, now full of rage. If Freddy was supposed to go unharmed, what for?

It was silent after the man's threat, before the eyes on the giant gator head returned to normal and slowly the jaw opened again back into its horrifying smile. He turned to the two, Gregory flinching back and Freddy giving a soft glare.

"What, no thank you?" The man sneered softly, as if he had done them both a massive favor. Well, he kinda did. But it was.. almost hypocritical considering the man was supposed to be out for Gregory. Freddy steeled himself, curious thoughts hushing for a moment as he stood and nudged Gregory behind him.

"You had a perfect opportunity to snatch Gregory up and leave me to get crushed. Why did you save me?" He asked, and the man looked caught in the headlights. His threatening demeanor dissolved into one that reminded Freddy of a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, before he scowled at the bear.

"None of your fucking business, teddybear." He snarled, clenching his fists angrily. He stepped away to the nearby bushes where his mask was, speaking as he did, "In any case, you need to get out of here before Monty- the real Monty and not his ugly ass face, comes looking for you two. Door to the left is broke open- you're welcome for that."

Freddy and Gregory shared an unsure glance, the bear especially suspicious of this whole thing. He glared at the back of his supposed savior with a growl, "And why should I trust that nobody is over there waiting to ambush us?"

"Do you want to keep playing this stupid game?" The man looked over his shoulder with a scowl, "I get you and the kid got some daddy-son shit going on and you wanna entertain the little brat but his safety should be your number one priority."

"I-" Freddy felt his servos whir a little faster as he would blush if he could, having been called out for how he treated Gregory so nicely. His reply to the man though was interrupted though- the moment that gloved hand scooped up that terrifying mask, he suddenly dropped to his knees with a loud scream of agony.

Gloved hands grabbed into a messy nest of brown hair as the man screamed, pulling as if he dislodged locks of hair it would stop the pain piercing through his skull. Freddy grabbed Gregory up, the boy latching on in fear as they watched him hunch over.

"N-Nnoo.. get.. out of my h-head..!" The man groaned, clenching his teeth as he glanced to the pair. Freddy could see the sheer fear there, either for them or himself the bot wasn't sure.

"GO!! Before- he makes me.. ghhh..!" The man hunched over again. Freddy wanted to come closer, see if there was anything he could do- before he saw the shine of a blade under the same bush the mask rested on, and the man had a hand inching closer.

As much as it hurt to leave someone in need, Freddy fled. He held Gregory close as he ran, finding the open door and running through as the man told him to. Behind them, cries of pain turned into manic laughter, as control over him was regained..

[korbydaze]

Friendly mspaint doodle

[blu-the-witch]

Thread of Morality

Never posted a story on tumblr before, so... hope y’all like this! there’s no triggering content in this fic... unless petty theft and interrogating your cohorts/”Friends” is triggering? XD ENJOY! @trollartistry and @pixebaby-bat killer/vanny sonas are used/mentioned in this fic. go check them out they’re amazing people <3 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“So… bit of a loner, tough, quiet kinda guy, huh?” Buddy questioned as the two continued through the Pizzaplex. If they weren't on the clock right now, Buddy would totally ditch this guy and go dick around this money draining mega mall. They’ve already stolen a few things they liked for fun, but they didn’t want to over fill their hidden duffel bag with stuff that was honestly entirely useless in the grand scheme of things. All they got as an answer to their question was a dead eyed stare from their partner in crime’s Jackalope mask.

“Aw come on Jackie-man, care to humor me with some witty back and forth banter?” A grunt of annoyance was their reply this time. Buddy groaned as they dramatically threw their hands up in the air. “Why did I think teaming myself up with you would be exciting! You’re so quiet and boring! It’s like you don’t even want to be here-” Buddy paused, their smirk hidden behind their suits mask. They did a quick 180 as they started to walk backwards in front of their disgruntled partner.

“Is that it? Are you like Zoey; A puppet, holding onto but a thread of their morality-” “Shut up.” Oh, well that got a response. Should they continue to poke the metaphorical bear and see what juicy bit of information about himself he might let slip out? “Ohhhh,” Buddy chuckled. “Did I strike a nerve?” “No. You’re just being fucking stupid.”

“Sheesh… someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. What’s with all the hostility? I’m just trying to learn a bit about’cha.” “Stop acting like we’re friends, and stop trying to analyze me.”

Buddy stopped walking and stood still before the looming Jackalope themed killer. Most would be shaking in their boots right now, their fight or flight kicking into overdrive. But no, Buddy stood their ground as the two stopped their trek and stared each other down. “Aw come on friendo! Why can’t we be friends~? Why can’t we be friends~?” Buddy sang briefly. Their hyper and joking demeanor is quite different from most of the other killers. Honestly, it annoyed a few of them from time to time. 

Which is why sometimes they forget that this short, physically weak person, could be honestly quite intimidating at times. Buddy opened the jaw of their suit with a audible Ca-Chunk, and used a claw to rhythmically tap on one of the deadly sharp metal teeth.

“Cut that thread.” Nemi was taken aback for a moment. The cheery tone Buddy had just seconds ago was replaced with a dead, monotone tune. 

“What?” “You know what I’m talking about hon… The Bear.” If one was not paying close attention, they would’ve missed Nemi tense slightly at the mention of him.

“Glamrock Freddy. He’s your thread of morality. You need to cut it.” Buddy stepped closer, and Nemi stood his ground. “Next time we see him; Kill him.”

Nemi leaned forward to stare down the robotic eyes of Buddy’s suit. The nose of their suits head just inches away from his mask. His hand tightly clenching his cleaver, and shaking in barley controlled anger. “Don’t tell me what to do, puppy.”

“Then stop acting like a little bitch, and do your damn job. Go check out the go-kart track. Maybe they’re hiding there.” Buddy took a few steps back. “Consider this your chance to prove that you really are loyal to Glitchtrap… and a chance for you to go cool off.” And with that, Buddy skipped away. They held up a hand and made a scissor motion as they frolicked away from the peeved brute. “Cut the thread hon. Snip, snip.”

[smol-hibiscus]

Ayo.... killersona? Yeye here’s mine!

Idk what the backstory would be here, I’ll edit this if I think of something