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Oh, almost forgot. When Sydney is going around as Pantera, his outfit is almost entirely dark shades, blacks, grays, navy blues, forest greens. Turtlenecks and crewneck shirts, military style vests, cargo pants, thick protective boots, gloves, and sometimes a facemask that either makes it harder for him to speak or muffles his voice if he makes a sound.

Think a member of The Expendables or Winter Soldier as point of reference for style.

Sydney is intentionally channeling what he knows of Panther when he wears these styles, and relearning some of his old life skills from mercenaries around him. He leaves these clothes behind in the Nebraska base to make sure it doesn't 'follow' him home.

hey its benny from lucasverse again! another question for you: what do the reincarnated guards (sydney alex damien and ven) wear when they arent in uniform? like what fashion styles do they gravitate towards for casual/everyday wear? i need this for research purposes 📝

Damien likes crewneck t-shirts, light jackets, and jeans. He varies between canvas shoes and steel toe boots for footwear depending on if his plans for the day include going anywhere near Fazbear Entertainment properties. He has one faded grey hoodie that he finds comfortable to wear on bad days; Ven makes sure to stay close by when he sees him wearing it. He also has one nice suit of dark blue color for formal wear. Much of his clothing choices are based on taking into account his job at Jeremy's workshop, where he works with metal, hard plastic, and sometimes ceramic, so clothes that offer some protection and durability against these materials is a must.

Ven's sister is a fashion designer and seamstress so she makes sure her graphic designer brother always looks nice and in style. Ven leans towards long sleeve shirts, turtlenecks, vests, blazers, and slacks. His preferred footwear are loafers and running shoes. He has a 'slacking off' outfit of a light sweater and jeans for when he wants to just spend time with Damien and get away from his work for a while.

Alex doesn't like clothes that are too form-fitting and will go for styles that emphasize a box shape for his body at least. Thick hoodies, turtlenecks, vests, slacks, and men's jeans are his preferred clothing choices. Hiking boots and high-top shoes for shoe choices. Alex will go for styles and clothes that help him look masculine without being overly obvious about it. If he's around the house, he'll relax with black crewneck shirts, as these are dark enough to hide his binders from showing through.

Sydney has grown into the habit of wearing button up shirts almost daily, so he tends to have a lot of these and cardigans. Even his pajamas are button up! His idea of a casual shirt is a polo shirt. Slacks and lounge pants, jeans only if he thinks he'll be doing outside work like cleaning the yard or heavy household chores. For shoes he tends towards hiking boots, casual boots, and running shoes. Sydney likes light colors and pastels; darker shades gives him an unsettled feeling, like his past is trying to come back through him.

#sydney herrera #panther #parlourverse au #fnaf au

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Afton-Herrera Moments 4

Gregory blinked his eyes open slowly, waiting for the strange and muddled dream to fade enough to let him reorient. Fingers wiggled, then clenched a few times, hands to fists over and over, no pops. Good. Feet wiggled, up and down, back and forth, moved the legs as if stepping in place, no aches. Rotated the shoulders, forward then back, no pops. Good, good.

He lay in bed for a minute longer to listen to the sounds of his surroundings, the electric hum of Freddy’s charge pod on its lowest setting, the faint sound of Alex’s music playing in his room drifting through their shared wall, the even fainter sound of footsteps downstairs. Who was downstairs? Gregory sat up in bed, hand going to his wrist where he expected his Fazwatch to be. Bare skin made him tense before he remembered he left it on his bedside table. He grabbed it and strapped it on before stepping out of bed, rubbing his eyes drowsily.

Padding out of his room, Gregory listened again for changes to the noises of the house. Everything was the same so he hadn’t been noticed yet. Satisfied with the silence, Gregory headed downstairs for the kitchen. For one, he was thirsty, and for another, he could use it as cover for checking who was around down here before grabbing the phone. Once again, he lamented the lack of security cameras for the house; it’d be nice to flick through them on his watch for a bit of peace of mind now and then, but apparently they didn’t have money for a system like that just yet.

The sooner Vanessa got Radical Eats open and making money, the better.

Den was empty, but the footsteps had given way to the refrigerator door opening, then closing, then a stool being pulled out of place. Gregory stepped softly to the kitchen entrance and peeked in to see who was in there.

Sydney sat at the island counter in the kitchen, staring blankly into a glass of iced water. Huh, seemed like that was all he was doing. Weird. Gregory reached up to pat the wall and make some noise to alert him, only to freeze in place when Sydney’s eyes snapped to him at the movement of his arm. The man gave him a puzzled look and Gregory laughed nervously.

“I forgot you have pretty good vision,” he admitted. It caused him some trouble trying to evade the guy back in the Pizzaplex; knocking over paint cans and triggering arcade machines and kiddie rides were the best distractions that kept Sydney occupied while he escaped.

Sydney just tilted his head, still puzzled looking, and signed something at him. Gregory grimaced a bit. He never did get around to learning what all those signs meant. He kinda relied on Vanessa to translate and give him a basic idea of what was being said.

“Do you have paper? Be easier to read words that way,” he asked as he went further into the kitchen and pulled out his own stool to climb up and sit on. Sydney just opened a nearby kitchen drawer, fetching a notepad and pen from inside. He scribbled out a message and then spun the pad around for Gregory to read.

“What are you doing awake?”

“Weird dream, got thirsty,” Gregory replied with a shrug, “What about you? How come you’re awake?” Sydney tapped his temple with a tired smile. “Same thing?” Gregory guessed, taking note of the bags under the man’s eyes. With what his own nightmares put him through, Gregory couldn’t imagine what could be swirling around in Sydney’s head to make it hard for him to stay asleep. “Vanessa still asleep?” he asked and breathed a sigh of relief at the answering nod.

Sydney wrote on the pad again for him. “Do you want some hot chocolate?” he scribbled out. Gregory brightened a bit at the offer.

“Yeah!” he said excitedly, then covered his mouth sheepishly. Was that too loud? Sydney just gave him a crooked grin and shook his head, getting off the stool to start putting together the drink.

Once the man was at the stove, stirring a pot of milk as it slowly heated up, Gregory moved the stool over to be able to sit nearby. He set the pad and pen down on the counter then took his seat, swinging his legs idly as he watched the milk. After a moment, Sydney let the pot continue warming up while he scribbled on the pad again.

“What did you dream about?” he wrote.

“Eh, I don’t really remember. Was kinda fuzzy,” Gregory complained, “Just woke up feeling like I was crammed into a small space, couldn’t really move my arms or legs. Like being inside Freddy, but different. Didn’t feel safe.” Sydney made a face at his description, a grimace that Gregory couldn’t tell was towards the feeling he was talking about or the mention of Freddy. He folded his arms over his chest. “Well, okay, then what was your dream about?” he asked back.

Sydney’s mouth pursed tightly into a thin line as he shook his head, looking away at the wall. Gregory scowled; that wasn’t fair!

“Hey! I told you mine! C’mon!” he complained and pouted at Sydney just shrugging at him, eyebrows raised in false uncaring. Gregory huffed at the expression and glared at the notepad. “Vanessa said you used to talk with her more at the Pizzaplex,” he said after a bit, a petulant tone to his words, “So how come you don’t talk at all now?”

The man grimaced again as he stirred the milk, shaking his head.

“C’mon! I know you used to say a few words at least!” Gregory pressed, “You yelled a bunch of swear words at me when I dodged you back at the Pizzaplex that night.” Another grimace and Sydney shifted on his feet almost nervously. “I just wanna know why you quit talking. Is it like a medical thing that happened after you got the implant taken out? Cuz me and Vanessa had the same implants but nothing happened to us, so maybe the doctors messed up something.” Gregory’s eyes widened as he gasped in realization. “Oh! What if they did mess you up in surgery?! You can sue them for that, right? They didn’t make you sign a waiver and Vanessa says people who sign waivers can’t sue. You didn’t so you can make the hospital pay for messing up your surgery!” he said excitedly. And if Sydney sued and won, that’s more money for the household and Gregory could get that security camera system he wanted!

Sydney gave him an annoyed look before scribbling on the pad again. “Talking leads to trouble,” he wrote out and Gregory rolled his eyes.

“Everything does, not a good reason to just stop then,” he retorted, “Case in point, the old bitch at school who kept getting on my case about swearing.”

“My talking is dangerous,” Sydney wrote out, hand gripping the pen tightly enough that the words looked scratched into the paper, small tears forming.

“Is this about the stuff Alex said?” Gregory asked after managing to read the scrawl, “That your past self could talk a person into breaking down?” Sydney tightened his mouth again and nodded, pulling a small disc of chocolate from a jar on the kitchen counter and dropping it into the heated milk. It melted into the milk as the man stirred gently. Gregory watched for a bit before sitting more upright on his stool, thinking carefully.

“Well,” he said slowly, deliberately, “in one of my nightmares, I was forced to kill Vanny over and over. Happened almost every night for a week. Vincent said it was to make it easier for me to get used to killing someone.” Sydney gave him a horrified look and Gregory shrugged. “Didn’t break me there. It never got easier when the nightmare made me push the button and I never stopped feeling bad that Vanny got killed. I just didn’t know how to fight against the nightmare until I got reminded that it’s my brain and fuck anything trying to hijack it.” He grinned and pointed at himself. “So that means,” he told Sydney brightly, “you can definitely talk to me cuz I won’t break!”

Sydney just gave him a doubtful look, stirring the hot chocolate still. Gregory pouted at the reaction.

“No, really! Look at me! I had the strength to survive living in the Pizzaplex by myself for months, dodging all the security in there, you included, and busted the place up enough to free you and Vanessa and Freddy from the network there and that weirdass burned rabbit thing and the Afton lady in the underground place!” he declared, jerking a thumb towards himself, “Do I look like the kind of kid who’d start crying over whatever words you could say?”

Sydney’s expression shifted from doubt to wariness, the two of them now locked in a sort of staredown while he kept stirring the pot. Gregory refused to look away, intent on getting his point across. He wasn’t breakable, he wasn’t weak, he could look after himself when he needed to but knew he could count on Vanessa and Freddy to take care of him for the most part. He beat out Afton’s weirdness, he could take on Sydney’s thing about words.

There was still silence between them while Sydney pulled down a mug from the cupboard and poured the hot chocolate into it. He slid the mug across the counter to Gregory but he made no move to take it, eyes still fixed on the man unwaveringly. Sydney just gave him an exasperated look.

“Talk to me,” Gregory insisted, “I promise I’m not gonna break. Don’t underestimate me cuz I’m a kid.” Sydney eyed him for a moment before his expression shifted to one of faint confusion, like he wasn’t sure of what he was seeing. His nose twitched, like he was trying to sniff for something. Rude, Gregory took a shower before bed. His mouth opened a bit, as if to take a breath, then pinched closed, an uncertain look on his face. “C’mon,” Gregory told him encouragingly, leaning forward. Maybe if he treated the guy like a shy kitten? “Just one word. So you know it’ll be fine.”

There was a faintly fearful expression that flashed over Sydney’s face before he shut his eyes, drawing back from Gregory almost defensively. Did he push too hard too fast?

“Blue.”

The voice that spoke was a little rough from disuse and small, almost quiet. Gregory blinked, so focused on watching Sydney that he missed his mouth moving. “Huh?” he asked and Sydney shrugged listlessly.

“You.. kinda.. remind me.. of blue,” the man replied slowly, carefully, his eyes flicking to the kitchen door nervously.

“Hey, no one else is awake, so no one else is coming,” Gregory reassured him quickly, holding up his hands, “And if you want, I won’t tell anyone you spoke. Just keep talking to me, okay?”

“Why?” Sydney asked in frustration, “Silence.. safer.” His hands signed something in equal frustration, movements sharp and cutting even as his fingers shook.

So Vanessa could have her friend back? So Alex could stop moaning and moping about his brother?

“Because it’s your voice and fuck whoever made you think you were dangerous if you use it,” Gregory declared finally, folding his arms over his chest. “So what if you were some super scary guy in your past life? That’s not you now, is it?” Sydney shook his head. “Then fuck it! Talk when you want, like when you’re okay to do it,” Gregory went on with a firm nod, “And until you feel okay to talk to everybody again, you can talk to me. I’m not gonna break if you mess up and do whatever scary power thing you do with your voice.”

Sydney managed a small smile, still a bit uncertain but less afraid looking at least. Then the grin turned a bit more wry as he pointed beside Gregory. “Chocolate.. drink,” he said and Gregory blinked again.

Oh! That’s right!

“Ah, my hot chocolate!” he exclaimed, “I almost forgot, thanks!” No whipped cream, but that’s fine. The heat and the creamy chocolate milk was all he needed to shed the last of the weirdness of his fading dream and help him get sleepy again.

Sydney got his water and resumed drinking it in silence, leaning back against the counter while Gregory enjoyed the hot chocolate. Maybe he couldn’t convince the guy to start talking to Vanessa and Alex again just yet, but at least he got him talking a little with him. Baby steps.

What was up with that ‘blue’ bit though? So weird. Must be a past life thing.

#bits and pieces #afton-herrera moments #fnaf gregory #sydney herrera #fnaf au #parlourverse au

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fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction · 3 days

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#character clothing styles #sydney herrera #alex herrera #the herrera brothers #damien woods #steven daughn #parlourverse au #fnaf au

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fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction · 4 days

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Stalker's Tango by Autoheart Vandalize by One OK Rock Poison by Blake Roman Out For Love from Hazbin Hotel

Some of these lean towards Mimic!Panther or some other characters but the main focus is Sydney. Like Vandalize kinda brings to mind the tension and strain between Sydney and Alex over their different perspectives of Panther; Stalker's Tango makes me think of Mimic!Panther's view of Sydney, sorta.

Some of the songs I listen to that make me think of Sydney:

Move Along by All American Rejects Thanks for the Memories by Fall Out Boy House of Memories by P!ATD September by Earth, Wind, and Fire How Far We've Come by Matchbox 20

I'll add on more as I come across them

Updated 4/26

#the writer rambles #sydney herrera

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fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction · 4 days

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oh that might be my mistake! english is tricky and it's been some time - I just checked. <I saw you die! I was fucking out of it from surgery, but I know you got ripped to fucking pieces>/<Freddy smeared that lily-livered land slug across the pavement and Mike had stared with hollow eyes at the remains before slumping aside in sleep.>. I might have read it as during, not after.

OOoooh! That part! Yeah that was certainly a scene for Mike to have witnessed. Traumatized him for sure. O.O

I think about that myself sometimes, wondering how police or coroners would pick up all those pieces of him. Panther was very probably cremated after, there's no way they could reassemble him for burial.

I wonder if the rest of the Michaels Family ever came to claim his or Tiger's remains...

#the writer rambles

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fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction · 5 days

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on occasional while I remember the line in scripted swap about mike waking up during (real) panther's death and 😬😬.

Hm, not sure what you mean. Mike was definitely awake when Panther died in the scripted world, and Scripted Mike was listening to Chicacoo tell the story of how Panther died in the original world.

Panther refers to Mike as Pretty Bird, while Sydney with his amnesia only knows Mike as a Memory of Blue because he can't recall Mike's identity or name.

#the writer rambles

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just wanted to draw some siblings(-in-law) hanging out <3 wonder what theyre talking about? probably their kids

also yeah surprise two of them are lucas's parents i wonder who they are. [coughmyiconcough] im so tired its 6am ALSO my askbox is open if you wanna ask anything!!

vincent, mahogany and darwin belong to @fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction

#lucasverse au #oh my god i love them so much #your art makes me want to bulldoze elon musk's house so i can build a museum over its remains #just so i can hang these up on the walls and stare at them #OwO family looooore

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Reflection by JT Music Bad Feeling (Oompa Loompa) by Jagwar Twin (Nightcore Version by Chino)

Some of the songs I listen to that make me think of Sydney:

Move Along by All American Rejects Thanks for the Memories by Fall Out Boy House of Memories by P!ATD September by Earth, Wind, and Fire How Far We've Come by Matchbox 20

I'll add on more as I come across them

Updated 4/26

#the writer rambles #sydney herrera

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so what did end up happening to tiger? he went for revenge and got killed by... something? the marionette, freddy?

The Marionette killed him via a trade with tricky wording. It offered to 'give' him Panther if Tiger could successfully contain Mike and Jeremy long enough for it to reach them and take their Remnant for the ghost kids.

Mike managed to get Jeremy out of the trap and lock Tiger into it, going to call the police to get him. Marionette slipped into the room and told Tiger it would hold up their end of the bargain anyway and hung him with its wires, which made The Influence step in and bind Tiger to the endoskeleton left in Parts and Services.

That endo will wander around and sometimes come into the office to look for the paper plate pal that has Panther's soul bound to it, fixated only on recovering him.

#the writer rambles #panther #tiger #the mercs

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hey, i'm benny from @fnaflucasverse! it's been something like 6 years (wild! its like the 4th/5th? post in the tiger tag) since i last drew anything for the parlour so im a little rusty with how things work. i just wanted to ask: do you still have a tag for fan content, or would you prefer to be @'d directly? thanks!

I did make a tag once 'fnafparlour' so I should get back to checking it again, but you can also @ the parlour directly; I'll spot it one way or another :D

Yay! More love for Tiger! I need to have him show up in some flashback fics from Alex's POV, so we can see more of what he was like before CABAMS happened and pretty much devastated the mercenary trio.

#the writer rambles

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Some of the songs I listen to that make me think of Sydney:

Move Along by All American Rejects Thanks for the Memories by Fall Out Boy House of Memories by P!ATD September by Earth, Wind, and Fire How Far We've Come by Matchbox 20

I'll add on more as I come across them

Updated 4/26

#the writer rambles #sydney herrera

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Oh yeah, cute fun fact: the filename for that Afton-Herrera Moments entry is 'Siblings of A Sort'.

#the writer rambles

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Panther vs. Mike: The first killer on Fazbear grounds vs. the first survivor of a murder on those grounds. Jeremy vs. Router: xbox live fight of the century

These are accurate descriptions, mhm.

Also can't stop picturing Jeremy and Router swinging xbox controllers around to throw at each other like bolas, with Mike and Panther in the background cheering on their respective tech shortie.

#the writer rambles

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fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction · 7 days

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LUCASVERSE: AN INTRODUCTION

Fifteen years ago, on the night of his cousin's birthday party, Lucas Michaels became a murderer. It's a secret only one other person knows, someone Lucas thought he could trust, someone who was supposed to have his best interests at heart… But when that relationship is burned, Lucas is forced to run and hide in the only place he won't be found: Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, where it all began.

Since then, he's been keeping the ugly truth from everyone he cares about: his aunt Mahogany, his co-worker Mike—and the very friends he watched die that day in 1987. After all, what they don't know won't hurt them… right? His new status quo, changed as it is, gets to stay familiar and peaceful… Lucas will take any peace he can get.

But when Jeremy Fitzgerald is hired as the new Night Watch, Lucas's fragile paradise threatens to shatter around him. The teenager has secrets of his own, determined to clear his father's disgraced name and drag out every bloody detail into the light. Desperate to keep his recreation of their Happiest Day, Lucas seeks out help from the mysterious Marionette. All he needs to do is agree to one little deal…

NOTE: This AU is based on the Parlourverse by @fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction and follows most of its major plot beats (up to the end of the FNaF 3 Arc, where Lucasverse concludes). However, not all details, events, or characters will be the same. Some changes are more drastic than others.

[TIMELINE] (to be linked)

[GENERAL LUCAS INFORMATION] (will be updated)

Who is Lucas? What is his personality like?

On the clock, Lucas is the Assistant Manager / Animatronic Technician at Freddy's Pizza, and Mike and Jeremy's boss. Off the clock, Lucas is a weird loner who spends all his free time either hanging out with the old decaying FazBand in Parts/Service, or hovering around Mike (who tolerates it). Generally polite and friendly to all (except Jeremy) with an air of superiority, he seems not to have any hobbies or interests outside of tinkering with animatronics.

Hey, has anyone ever seen him outside Freddy's?

What is Lucas's relationship with Mike and Jeremy?

While Lucas is willing to look the other way when a staff member takes a bit too long on their smoke break, or comes in five minutes too late, everyone agrees that no one gets more share of the favoritism than Mike. Though Mike wouldn't go so far as to call Lucas a friend, exactly, there seems to be an unspoken (if rigid) camaraderie between them; they can share a beer together in silence. They're both in charge of any new security guards, if that adds to it.

On the other end of the scale, Jeremy seems to have drawn Lucas's ire, to a point where it almost seems... personal? Although Lucas keeps a professional demeanor, there are moments where he seems to enjoy making Jeremy's life as inconvenient as possible, from calling him in on weekends or docking his pay for "damages". Does Jeremy's friendship with Mike have something to do with it?

Why does Lucas hate Jeremy?

Sometimes we hate in others what we see in ourselves.

Does Lucas know the fates of the previous night guards? What about the pizzeria / animatronics being haunted?

When a night guard is found to have "disappeared", it's either the owner's or the general manager's duty to inform Corporate. But Lucas tends not to bother Mahogany with troublesome things like that, and—don't tell him, but—Byron's going a little senile nowadays. Anyhow, Lucas is always there at 6AM, him and Mike, so it's no big effort for him to call them in. Mike... never takes it well. Lucas lets him take the day off, if he needs to.

Lucas doesn't consider the animatronics to be haunted, per se, as much as the animatronics are the new bodies/vessels of his dead childhood friends.

And of course he can see ghosts.

He's always been too nosy for his own good.

What was Lucas's life like before he started working at Freddy's?

Lucas grew up in Hurricane, Utah, in a loving family, with his mother Jacqueline, father ██████, and no one else we should be thinking about. Why would you think about that? There's no one else here. No one else worth thinking about. No one else left behind. He has an aunt Mahogany and a cousin Violet. He had an uncle Vincent, but after he died Lucas didn't have any more. Just the one. Only one. No one else.

When Lucas was ten, he ran away from the birthday party. He didn't like being happy. He liked to hide in places where no one would find him. No one found him that day. No one saw what he did, except for one.

When Lucas was ten, his father said they'd move away from Utah to be closer to family. That was a lie. They were running. His family ran across the country, Utah to Arizona, Texas to Missouri, Ohio to Tennessee to Florida. Lucas got good at running, just like he was good at hiding. They stayed a while in Florida, a long while. Nothing important happened to nobody special.

When Lucas was eighteen, he ran away. He came back home.

He's been running ever since.

What did Lucas do in '87?

Who needs to know?

What deal did the Marionette make with Lucas?

Give gifts, give life.

He will put them back together again.

#lucasverse lore #others' aus #ooooh i'm so excited to get to learn more!#i love how even in this there's denial in a meta sense of what lucas knows and who is family to him #excellent writing ;D

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