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The soft whirring of his eyelids as they adjust for optimum processing and scanning. He had known of snow. It was like ice cream. Cold and fluffy when it stuck to the ground. He had been shut away for so long that Funfred has never seen snow fall. It was beautiful. He was enthralled by it. His first steps of his venture outside in the newfound state of weather was slower than usual. He held out his hand and watched the snow melt on the palm as it glided to it. 

Then his hand clenched, suddenly. His speakers began to radiate static. 

Ƒ Ƒ｡ - ･:*:･ﾟ★,｡ ❝ OOOOH! IT’S SNOWING! I’VE NEVER SEEN THE SNOW BEFORE! YIPPEE! ❞ Suddenly he’s running around like a child, jumping and spinning. Laughing and playing. ❝ It’s snowing, it’s snowing! It’s snowing! ❞ And he had Ginger Afton to thank for getting him out into this. 

His head turns and he accentuates the permasmile on his muzzle by letting his jaw gape, his ears twitch and his head tilted to the side. 

Ƒ Ƒ｡ - ･:*:･ﾟ★,｡ ❝ C’mon, ma! It’s snowing! ❞ He came galivanting back, taking her tiny wrist in his big hand. 

❥ @mrsaftcn​​

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@mrsaftxn counted: ❛ i can be your family. ❜

❝  No  you-❞  Funfred  was  touched,  if  it  wasn't  evident  in  the  soft  whirring  of  his  Plasticine  blue  eyes  moving  to  study  her  face.  She  meant  it.

He  leans  back  where  he  had  slumped.  In  the  darkness  of  this  decrepit  place.  He  thought  himself  forgotten.  Until  not  his  creator  albeit  his  creator's  wife  had  returned.  Ginger.

Face-plates  clicked  open  and  closed  as  ears  bobbed  on  their  springs.

❝  Now  why  would  you  want  to  do  a  thing  like  that?❞The  animatronic  panda  retorted.  Very  few  was  he  patient  with.  It  was  a  rarity  that  he  should  be  so  far  from  hostility.  He  had  all  but  given  up  and  there  was  nothing  left  in  him.  And  judging  the  room  she  was  just  as  lost  in  despair  as  he  was.

❝I'm  a  nasty,  horrible  panda,  you  know,  nutmeg?❞  He  wasn't  sulking  about  that  he  just  states  it  like  its  fact.  His  large  hand  reached  out  to  take  hers,  comfort  her  maybe.  She  was  desperate,  or  distressed  to  run  down  here  and  offer  for  the  murderous  animatronic  her  husband  made  to  be  a  son.

❝  And  you're  a  kind,  sweet  older  woman.  If  you  were  anyone  else;  you  would  already  be  dead  for  just  as  little  as  stumbling  into  my  presence  by  mistake.  Too  nice  to  want  to  be  around  a  killer  like  me,  don't  you  think,  cinnamon?  ❞He  tilted  his  head.  ❝  Unless  you  feel  that  this  family  thing  is  a  last  resort?  That  all  your  children  have  been  framed  into  the  Afton  hall  of  misery,  despair  and,  my  favorite,  death!  I'm  sorry,  cumin  spice,  if  you  wanted  to  avoid  all  that  I'm  afraid  all  you're  going  to  find  within  me  is  a  fantastic  comedian,  granted,  ...but  the  rest  is  the  same;  misery,  despair  and  death.❞

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@mrsaftcn​ asked: ligma.

he still doesn’t know what that means. he doesn’t get it. what is ligma? why does everyone suddenly have it?

[bitevictimsssss]

✧ * º • ––    Starter for @mrsaftcn​

                   ‘ Mommy ? A - Are they SUPPOSED to be scary ? ‘

╰   ☆  █║  ⁞    —     ˗ˏˋ        THE CHILD BARELY SPEAKS ABOVE A SHAKY WHISPER as he stares at the other kids crowding around the ROBOTS that his Daddy had made. They’re supposed to be amazing. They’re supposed to represent the JOY of creation. But why ? Why did they look so AWFUL ? ! They looked NOTHING like the characters at all !

                  But he DARE not say such words to his Daddy that practically buried himself in the work of making them. He DIDN’T want to make Daddy mad after all. 

[glamrfred]

         "Are you hurt? I can bring you to the Medical Station.” Freddy’s tone is soft but worried, the large bear stepping closer to the other as he spoke. A kind, large metal hand, comes up ever so slightly, as if it were meant to catch them if they fell. Which it was, he didn’t like to see them in distress and he wanted to help.

@mrsaftcn​ // closed.

[ofremnants]

@mrsaftcn​ asked: " Mike, you're grounded. "

          “I didn’t do anything...He’s the one who’s being a baby...”

     Michael protested, but he didn’t put up much of a fight. He disliked the idea of being grounded, yes, but he disliked the idea of having to face his father later more. It was much better to listen to his mother instead. He didn’t want to make her even more upset than she already was.

     Both of them were always upset now, and Michael was always in the middle of it.

          “He doesn’t know how to take a joke...That’s all.”

     He wanted things to go back to the way they used to be. Why did they have to be so complicated? He had to try to be strong for everyone, but didn’t they know how hard that was!? He needed something to get rid of the tension he could cut with a knife in that house. All he wanted to do was scream, but that wouldn’t change anything. It wouldn’t get him what he wanted.

     If he admitted he was doing this for attention, that’d defeat the purpose. He wouldn’t get it anymore. They’d abandon him, wouldn’t they? They wouldn’t love him anymore.