#uh hellohello

[sxhmiddy]

                       HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MIKE!

A HUGE thanks to all of y’all who wished Mike a happy birthday yesterday! Mike had a BLAST, and is looking forward to next year!

@uh-hellohello , @stayuptildawn , @fazbear-security

[sxhmiddy]

(( @uh-hellohello ))

  Recognizing that an alleyway was probably not the best place to be, little Scott Cawthon had gone and decided to try and relocate, despite the searing pain in his knee. He had been wandering for what felt like hours, now, limping painfully along unfamiliar streets, and he could feel that nervous panic rising deep within him once again.

  No longer wanting to wander, but also not yet wanting to hide in another alley, he falls down to sit on the edge of the sidewalk. Tears began once more flowing from his dial [what a CRYBABY! You only just managed to stop weeping!] and he wipes his eye on his wrist. He looks up, and finds he had seated himself across the street from some place called ‘FREDDY FAZBEAR’S PIZZA’. The bright, illuminated sign on the front with a cartoon bear mascot was appealing, and while Scott knew he should probably try to find home first, he couldn’t help but clamber to his feet and make his way towards the establishment. It was still winter, and he was only wearing a t-shirt and jeans, with sneakers-- totally unprepared for the bone-chilling cold-- and the warmth of shelter drove him to enter.

  Scott peers into the building through the glass, sniffing a little bit as more tears had spilled down the front of his phone, black like the blood scabbing over his knee. He carefully enters the building, peeking around at all the ruckus brought by the groupings of children and adults. Too anxious to speak to anybody, he finds himself standing off to the side of it all, watching the animatronics play their songs [and feeling enamored by that pirate fox in the corner]. He rubs his arms, still shivering from the icy cold.

  Soon enough his focus was trained entirely on the fox and his tales of the seven seas, tears slowly drying on his face. He was unaware of anything else-- including the employee who would approach him.

[followxme]

(>-<)

Oh, another. Next up was the t-shirt he had, and he grabbed the hem to lift it up over his head. For a second he struggled and then it was off, joining the other piece of clothing already off at his feet and leaving his chest bare. “And that’s two. God, I wish I wore more layers of clothes…” A faint shiver ran through him as he added, “I’m gonna come to regret this, aren’t I?”

@uh-hellohello

[followxme]

What happened?!

13. Showing up after disappearing for a week.

No one had any idea where he had gone. For an entire week, Ryan had seemingly just dropped off the face of the earth, leaving no clue as to where he had been. He made no contact with anyone for that time, and some started suspecting he had gotten himself killed somehow. The end of the week proved them wrong, though, when he returned to normal life as if nothing happened, just appearing back at work one day. Of course a few people had already started questioning him within minutes of his reappearance, but he just brushed them off each time, avoiding explaining himself.

@uh-hellohello

[followxmexarchive]

uh-hellohello replied to your post “You all are a bunch of sick fucks, with all of your fake animal...”

*SHAKES FOX DILDO IN FACE* *stops shaking* i’m s-sorry thats rude. *hangs head*

He scrambled away from it, glaring at Mort and saying, “You think? This just proves my point. God,” in response to his apology.

[followxmexarchive]

🍻

for every 🍻, my muse will take a shot

Ryan stared at the shot for a second before picking it up and downing it in one gulp. He shook his head sharply once he put the glass back down. “Ugh, I’m going to regret this within the next 5 minutes, I know it.”

[askthisfoxy]

Some Fox

uh-hellohello || closed

     The newest renovations of Freddy’s Family Pizzeria had only done wonders for them; from new games to new shows, there would be something for anyone who went to the once-infamous pizza place. Sure, there were plenty who didn’t forget what took place, but this establishment was a veritable paradise in an otherwise slow and plodding town. It brought some much-needed energy into the nearby communities, and everyone seemed to have a different favorite show.

     With a lot of older kids, that favorite was clearly and obviously Foxy. His room sported the largest arcade in the place, extra-special prizes for birthday kids, and a huge ship stage on which the old sea fox would perform with various Freddy’s crew members. Pirates had a certain kind of charm and popularity that never seemed to die out, and Foxy was nearly in a league of his own. Some kids, even the older ones, would swear that the character felt nearly alive up on stage.

     What none of them could know is what went on after hours. With only one guard in the place, the animatronics were allowed to wander on their own. The first to get up, always, on any given night, would be Foxy.

     The pirate had never particularly cared for the rules, bending or breaking them when he thought it’d be funny. Not supposed to move until midnight? Well, he’d begin to move an hour early. If he felt like it.

     Foxy emerged from his stage, doing some mock-stretches as he glanced around the Cove. Wait- what? There’s someone still here... and he’s not the guard that’s supposed to be on duty tonight. “Oy! Wow, wot, I can see ‘im better wit’ one eye than all o’ the employees ‘ere can see ‘im? That be ridiculous.”

     The pirate approached the- oh. That might explain it a little. The guy’s sleeping. Okay, maybe it didn’t really explain anything. Regardless, Foxy approached the man. He’d better wake him up before Bonnie decided to wander over and intervene. Gently, the pirate prodded the guy’s shoulder with his left hand. “Oy. I think ye slept a bit late there, lad.”

[readableposts]

You are doing gods work tbh, thank you for running this blog. Keep up the awesome

thankyou so much, we’re all so glad that we can make people’s lives easier!