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unsurprising but I’m bumping down to low activity 😭 I’ve been writing steven in discord groups but I just haven’t gotten the time + energy to write here for a while. again, not dropping any threads, but basically this means that idk when I’ll actually get to any of them 3: I’m so sorry for dipping like that + I’ve adored all my interactions here!!

#;ooc #man….. ):

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" Fritz is dressing as a pirate captain for Purim this year. I'm his... 'quartermaster,' I think? Did you know that's what the second in command is called? Because I didn't. "

#f.ritz in his giant fucken pirate hat!!!! /pos #;open mini #;alt icons #i've had this queued for like a month straight <3 #;prerecorded messages {queue}

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steven AND he’s little AND I finally get to put him in the bowling alley patterned shirt of his dreams

#picrew

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Steven knows Arthur is just being kind, but that doesn't stop the embarrassed flush from rising to his cheeks. ...he has been at this for a while, now, hasn't he.

"Um, well, y'see--"

Steven's mumbling, barely audible. He's just so embarrassed. He shouldn't need this much guidance, and he definitely shouldn't make the angel waste time re-demonstrating the basics.

Arthur's so incredibly considerate. Steven feels like he's let him down, or taken advantage, or...

Steven sighs.

"I'm trying to get this mechanism to move on a loop, except if it, uh, registers anything that might get caught inside. So-- basically, I'm trying to make sure it doesn't cut anyone's limbs off while it's doing its thing."

He looks at Arthur helplessly, surrendering his tools.

"I know it should be possible in theory, but it just doesn't seem to want to cooperate, you know?"

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✥✧∘* "You know, you've been at this for a while now, bud. You can just...ask for help when you need it." The angel speaks, looking over at the somewhat struggling human with what he was building.

Obviously, it's not like he didn't believe in him or anything, but he knew that things were just...advanced in Heaven. Stuff down on Earth just really couldn't compare sometimes, even with the help of angels. Vortex's side was considered to be top of the top for a reason.

✥✧∘* "Like--tell me what's the goal. Maybe I can give you the motivation you need. to finish."

#multistories #LOVE THIS STARTER TYSM!! #apologies for the delay im pumped to write w you!! :D #multistories 1 #rp #mutecall #;alt icons

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Men love me for my cadaver swag. The way my skin is cold like a corpse, my off-putting demeanor, and the way I stand in the threshold of the still-living and the dead.

#HEKWHEJHEEH #;how can you miss someone you never met? {&& mike}

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PG's not a security bot-- he doesn't have set rounds to complete each night, like Moon and the Security Puppet do. That being said, his free-roam protocols are an essential part of his functioning and do not switch off at night ...in other words, he thinks he'd go insane if he had to stay put at the empty front entrance from close 'til opening.

He wanders in between his recharge cycles, prioritizing his own sanity over the slight inefficiencies of the extra wear and tear on his mechanisms.

Nights are typically entirely uninteresting. He socializes with the other animatronics when they're up and about and looking to chat, and sometimes he pesters Vanessa until she threatens him, and then he starts preparing for the next day. He's aware of the recent disappearances of a few children, which is certainly a point of interest, but so far the connection with Faz. Ent. has remained highly uncertain and Phone Guy knows too little to be able to help.

Tonight seems as though it will be as uneventful as ever, until--

There's a shape up ahead. It's not only humanoid, but human, and immediately recognizable as "not a security guard."

He freezes, choosing to ignore the fact that this blatant violation of the rules is filling him more with curiosity and excitement at a break in his routine than anything else.

"Hello!" he calls out to the young woman, trotting over before she can bolt. He's surprised to find that he recognizes her.

Lydia Deetz.

MISSING.

She's... different, and not only because she's aged. But it's still undeniably her. (What sort of Afton Robotics generation 17_02 model would he be if he couldn't recognize a birthday girl regardless of how long it's been?)

"Lydia!" Phone Guy sounds pleasantly surprised, and he clasps his hands together in an exaggerated display to make up for his lack of facial expressions.

"Wow, it sure has been a while, huh? We... had no idea where you went! Haha! But now you're back! Your guardians will be so relieved!!"

What an exciting turn of events! Phone Guy's found a missing person all by himself. Maybe he should call himself a security bot after all!

Normally, he'd inform her that the Pizzaplex is closed and that she'll need to return within regular business hours, but this is anything but a normal situation.

Besides, it's her birthday.

"I... don't have any party rooms reserved for you, but that's okay, because you're the only one here; you can pick out any one you'd like! ...that's... why you're here, right? For a party?"

@gravevisited !!

#tw child harm #HE IS SO. '?? :)' #v; their mechanical family #rp #mutecall #gravevisited #gravevisited 1

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with Additional chatting I’m now “👀👀” about william potentially like. either straight up killing steven himself if steven figures out he’s the kidnapper (steven noble death moments dsaf style), encouraging all of the kids to attack at once like canon in a more orchestrated “let’s kill the fuck out of steven” moment /lh, or smthin else to more directly get him Dead.

discussing movie verse ghost steven in dms rn & im . very intrigued if there’s any way afton influences him. the canon drawing seems very much just a Kid thing, but at the same time idk why steven wouldnt just beat the crap out of him if he was in his Freddy corpse Thing & William just showed up like “lol hi :)” LMFAO.

obvious answer is that Steven isn’t possessing his body & can’t affect the physical realm which is one interest avenue… every time William comes to visit William’s like “why does it feel like I’m getting the Death Glare when all the kids adore me? 🤔”

secondary to that though I rlly Want there to be a way for Steven’s ghost to be Under The Influence. I think that would help set this verse apart from game ghost stuff & would give some interesting options. I wonder too if William Knows Steven’s there.

for that I think maybe I’d add smthin + alter stuff where it’s not just like. drawings affect kids, but [something] affects ghosts. So the kids aren’t manipulated bc they’re kids, but bc they’re ghosts & it’s rlly difficult to keep your wits about you when you died like that.

so maybe it’s still the drawing, and maybe Steven’s a little more Sus of it than the kids are, but he’s confused & doesn’t fully understand and is like “I don’t rlly know what happened & I can’t remember anything but uhhhh all the kids seem to like William? So I guess he’s alright?”

alternatively I think it’d be funny asf if William was like “hey Steven I know you’re dead but you still work for me. Act like it” & Steven’s like “huh… makes sense to me! 👍” LMFAO. LOYAL FREDDYS EMPLOYEE FOREVER N EVER 💞😌

#s.teven either getting too close to the truth #or just being too much of a Pro Gamer to die as fast as the other guards & w.ill gets fed up LMFAO #v; caught on tape

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discussing movie verse ghost steven in dms rn & im . very intrigued if there’s any way afton influences him. the canon drawing seems very much just a Kid thing, but at the same time idk why steven wouldnt just beat the crap out of him if he was in his Freddy corpse Thing & William just showed up like “lol hi :)” LMFAO.

obvious answer is that Steven isn’t possessing his body & can’t affect the physical realm which is one interest avenue… every time William comes to visit William’s like “why does it feel like I’m getting the Death Glare when all the kids adore me? 🤔”

secondary to that though I rlly Want there to be a way for Steven’s ghost to be Under The Influence. I think that would help set this verse apart from game ghost stuff & would give some interesting options. I wonder too if William Knows Steven’s there.

for that I think maybe I’d add smthin + alter stuff where it’s not just like. drawings affect kids, but [something] affects ghosts. So the kids aren’t manipulated bc they’re kids, but bc they’re ghosts & it’s rlly difficult to keep your wits about you when you died like that.

so maybe it’s still the drawing, and maybe Steven’s a little more Sus of it than the kids are, but he’s confused & doesn’t fully understand and is like “I don’t rlly know what happened & I can’t remember anything but uhhhh all the kids seem to like William? So I guess he’s alright?”

alternatively I think it’d be funny asf if William was like “hey Steven I know you’re dead but you still work for me. Act like it” & Steven’s like “huh… makes sense to me! 👍” LMFAO. LOYAL FREDDYS EMPLOYEE FOREVER N EVER 💞😌

#your pet corpse! #;hc #v; caught on tape

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Death is a natural part of life. Not your death though. Your death is gonna be super fucked up.

#;about

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ramadan mubarak 🫂🫂💞💞

#may this be a generous & fulfilling month for all celebrating 🫂🫂 #;ooc

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#BTW SRRY FOR ABSENCE... #my mom was rlly sick so i spent my break taking care of her #ive also been on d.scord a lot more #but i havent dropped any threads here #lmk if you want my d.scord otherwise i look forward to chatting when i can come back more fully! #;ooc #;dl

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PARTY TIME

#;however tragic it may be {the children} #;prerecorded messages {queue}

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{CONT} || @dancing-down-below

“I— I—“ He doesn’t understand why this is so difficult. He’s been feeling a little off ever since that kid spilled an entire cup of soda on him last week, but the employee who helped him get cleaned up said he was fine. It’s possible some of the sticky mess seeped into his internals and head casing and is causing issues, but he can’t feel that sort of thing, so he doesn’t know.

Regardless, the reason behind his drop in performance doesn’t matter as much as the fact that he’s causing Mrs. Afton concern over nothing.

“It’s fine!” PG finally manages, right before he freezes up and clenches his fist involuntarily around the stack of papers he’s holding, crumpling up the expense reports into an unsalvageable mess.

“Actually… maybe some help would be… good, if it’s not too much trouble. I’m sorry.”

#dancingdownbelow #dancingdownbelow 2 #v; their mechanical family #rp #mutecall

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{CONT} || @dancing-down-below

It takes PG half a second before he registers her statement as a joke; when he does, though, he lets out a ring of delighted laughter.

"Don't worry, Mrs. A! I've got it under control. Besides, you shouldn't have to clean up when you come to visit, that's no fun at all!"

In fact, he wishes there were something extra special he could do for her. He's always genuinely excited to see the woman-- although she isn't classified as one of his "creators," her relationship to Mr. Afton (as well as her own personality) make her one of his favorite members of the Fazbear family.

"Can I get you anything to eat? Game tokens? A progress report?"

#HE'S SO 'YIPPEE' ABOUT HER ;-; <3 #dancing-down-below #dancingdownbelow #dancingdownbelow 1 #v; their mechanical family #rp #mutecall

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<3

Edit: tumblr killed the quality again <3

#;however tragic it may be {the children} #fanart #;prerecorded messages {queue}

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He gasps involuntarily, a response to both the sudden ability to breathe again and the sting of pain from the blade.

What an awful compliment to receive. It’s accurate, of course, but still— if he weren’t so afraid, he might shoot her a glare.

Instead, he simply watches as she spreads blood— his blood— over the clean, crisp white of her clothing. It’s completely unnecessary, and almost as baffling as everything else. It’s like she wants to show off.

Steven looks down at the shallow cut on his arm. Blood is beginning to pool again, slow but steady.

“I don’t believe you,” he says plainly, but he still takes a few steps away from her. “You’re— you’re—“ she’s some kind of demon or deity, and just like the devil in all those stories, she seems like she’s here just to play games with him that he has no chance of winning. She’ll let him get to his car and drive away and then show up wherever he stops, just to laugh at the look on his face.

Well guess what, lady? He’s not playing.

“Uh, there was this old coworker of mine, Julia. She was great. We made bets about whether we’d, um, die here at Freddy’s.” A horribly morbid joke now that he says it out loud, but. “So if you’re going to kill me, just do it. I already come in every day knowing this place is dangerous— I don’t care. But I don’t— I’m not going to get all riled up just to entertain you first.”

He’s “saved” from having to make a decision by something he cannot comprehend. He’s… stuck, frozen in place as though paralyzed. And he’s not the only one who is— the entire world (except for this stranger) seems trapped. It’s as though it exists in a photograph, a still snapshot of this exact moment.

Except he can think and see and feel, and terror rises in his chest even without the associated quickening heartbeat and labored breathing. His body is gripped in time, unable to function, but his mind is racing a mile a minute.

She has a knife. Honestly, that’s the least concerning part of this entire situation, but it’s a recognizable threat as opposed to the impossibility of her time stop. Steven at least understands a blade well enough to know he should be frightened by it.

He’d squeeze his eyes shut if he could, but he can’t, so he’s forced to observe as the edge of the weapon comes to rest against his exposed skin.

Of course he’s felt it before. He works in a restaurant, and although he doesn’t typically handle food prep, he’s been in the kitchen enough times to have gotten the inevitable nick or two.

But this context makes everything different. If she’s asking whether he’s ever been held up at knifepoint, the answer’s no. He had been mugged, once, but the guy had definitely been lying about having a gun, and Steven had turned out his pockets more out of pity and awkwardness than any real fear.

This is nothing like that.

He doesn’t even know what this person wants from him, why she’s doing any of this. Steven pleads with her with his eyes— the only means of communication he knows he has. He feels like he’s going insane; can’t she at least tell him why?

#;mobile #happylabs 5