Llama :)
So few people are aware, last month @fluffallamaful hit me with an appreciation post that went straight for my heart in celebration of our one year being friends. I had planned one similarly but dang drawing tablet was breaking on me and I've just managed to finish this now :D
I won't be as well planned/prepared as Llama was (because she's a wiz at keeping receipts) but I hope this post can lift her mood and make her smile like she makes me.
First off it baffles me we've kept talking. Like for a whole year we spoke near every day. I've never clicked with someone so well and shared so many interests with someone. Sometimes it floors me when Llama thanks me for speaking to her because it should be me thanking her. Someone as creative and kind as Llama taking time out of her busy day to send me hellos, share her thoughts with me and let me bounce ideas off her it's just...it's been an absolute joy.
And she admits that she was a simp for me? ME??? Llama and her wonderfully soft and brilliant blog was one of the reasons I made my own and posted up my first story! She'd have no-one to simp over if it wasn't for her! I said this a while ago but round about when I was lurking on the community I lost a volunteer position I was proud of due to medical stuff and on the day I was let go it was Llama's fics I read to cheer me up.
I can't count how many times I've just been in what felt like a pit, sinking down, and Llama lifted me up whether she knows it or not. Her joy is infectious and sweet. So many times my days have started out terrible, but even just speaking a few words with Llama lifted my mood instantly. She's been with me through panic attacks, nightmares, a heartbreak and constantly supported me when I was having terrible work troubles.
Llama's the one I instantly run to whenever I have a new thought or idea because I love her reactions (especially to the art) but she's also a fantastic person to bounce ideas off of. There's a reason so many of my fics are in dedication or credit to her and that's because she's so bloody brilliant that she just makes things better.
And I don't need to keep giving praises to Llama's talent because this community has seen it well enough. The ideas she comes out with are perfection. Her fics give wonderful butterflies. She's always ALWAYS engaging in the community, lifting people up and encouraging people, especially anons and new comers, to write and engage in the community because it's something she's truly passionate about. And seeing that passion is just so damn INSPIRING.
Llama is a blessing to this community and I am beyond blessed to have her in my life. I know for a fact I would have probably stopped writing and just faded from the community a while ago but Llama's passion lit a fire. She just encourages creativity in people, no matter how small, and has been so supportive through all my ideas and random thoughts.
So yeah, this is gushy and I'm bad with public affections but I wanted Llama to know the full extent of how much she means to me. I know we joke about it but sometimes it honestly feels like we're linked and I truly believe we were just faded to meet and be friends.
I love you Llama and I can't wait to share more wonderful ideas with you and see the wonderful things you're going to create.
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SContainP
Warnings: cursing. Mentions of death and murder.
Run Down: Anxiety has been apart of the foundation for multiple years. This was supposed to be a simple job for a field agent. The job description for ‘containment’ is supposed to rely with the containment specialists.
I’m exciiiiiiiited!
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“This is a special assignment, Anxiety.”
Of course, that’s the only information Virgil was granted. The files regarding which phenomenon he’s looking into are locked behind a few levels too high for a lowly field agent, and there wasn’t enough time to ask Logic if there’s any way the man with more clearance could take a quick look for him.
“You do realize how much of a breach in security that is, Anxiety. To be perfectly honest, I’m surprised you’d even ask.”
A jar of Crofter's later, he would've been a lot more comfortable following the orders someone at least took the time to type out instead of hand-write.
But the truck was ready for the lucky person chosen to take the hour to day long trip who knows where. A packed bag thrown onto his lap as the metal doors slammed shut, a lock stating there is nothing he can do about it. Left with nothing to calm himself but read the list that would guaranteed be snatched away the second he exited a hundred times to ensure he didn’t forget anything.
Step 1. become a night guard at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria
That one had been...suspiciously easy. There wasn’t a fake ID in the spare belongings provided. No folder of a pre-qualified resume to hand to the manager. It turns out he didn’t need anything but to prove he can read and write, hired right there on the spot despite it being the one step he thought would take a solid month to get past and end with him having his memory wiped.
Step 2. observe [REDACTED], [REDACTED], [REDACTED], and [REDACTED]
At that point, he started to feel more like a D-Class and less like a respected field agent who has done multiple undercover assignments. Four anomalies. Four unknown anomalies. Unable to even try to look in the database to get more information on what exactly he’ll be walking into.
What’s worse is there’s a reason his unredacted name is Anxiety. As much as he wants to force himself to think the anomalies might be neutralized, the what if’s tell a much grimmer and believable story. Especially when he knows from Morality that neutralized anomalies tend to be reviewed by researchers.
Step 3. submit complete reports to return
Virgil stares at the constantly spinning fan that should’ve stopped the second he unplugged it from the electrical outlet. After a full minute to make sure it’s not one of the anomalies he came to observe and instead the normal kind, a glance at the clock stated he had four more to kill before his shift officially started.
He’s absolutely terrified. After being with the foundation for six years, he’s never been this unprepared. Never just thrown into danger. Never without Creativity as a partner.
But now he’s alone, with no idea what he’s supposed to look for, no guarantee to get back home within a year’s time. Or to get home at all...
“C-Calm down,” slips out as his chest continues to tighten the closer midnight draws. Feeling like a sitting duck as he twiddles his thumbs.
Well? Are you?
Virgil hesitates at the realization he’s not exactly acting like a field agent with years of experience under his belt. It anything, he feels like a sixteen year old again getting lucky with witnessing an anomaly classified as safe escaping its containment for no more than a minute. They gave him this assignment for a reason.
Growling lowly, the tablet he originally tried to keep as far away as possible is swept up at the same time the phone suddenly rings. It earns a fierce glare to dare it to do something out of the ordinary. With the chance of potentially having a memetic on his hands, he’s happy to wait out the person calling, looking down at the device now powered on stating it’s midnight.
Don’t get him wrong, he nearly jumped at the sudden noise. If he hadn’t pumped himself up just moments ago he would’ve booked it out of the restaurant and-
“Hello? Hello, hello?”
“GOD FUCK JESUS!”
Virgil finds himself hidden behind the wheeled chair he was just about to sit in, staring wide-eyed at the phone he wishes he didn’t ignore, blatantly aware he’s unable to breathe from sheer terror.
“Uhh, I wanted to record a message for you... to help you get settled in on your first night.”
A recording. Unfortunately that doesn’t cross out memetics, but at least it explains someone talking without him picking up the receiver.
Holy shit...
It takes several seconds until Virgil is able to stand up. Blood rushes in his ears to block out a standard ‘greeting’ the company gives, ignoring it in favor of making sure he’s mentally prepared for the potential of other things suddenly talking to him.
“...a missing person’s report will be filed within ninety days or as soon as property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached and the carpets have been replaced.' Blah, blah, blah...”
…what did he just say?
“Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night...”
Virgil scrambles for the tablet he accidentally threw across the room, snatching it up before tucking himself in the corner. Does that make it so there’s nowhere to run? Yes. Does it also make sure nothing can sneak up behind him, though? Yes. If he’s getting killed he’d rather see it coming then pretend it wasn’t happening.
Potentially bad ideas aside, he looks over the multiple cameras, hesitating when he realizes the game.
“So just be aware: the characters do tend to wander a bit.”
Looking at the dining area, the bathrooms, the kitchen isn’t working oh god. They’re all spots to look at and see if the animatronic characters he didn’t have the honor of seeing when he came to apply are getting too close for comfort.
Speaking of characters.
Virgil feels the blood drain from his face when he finally clicks on the camera aimed at the stage.
[REDACTED] number one. A purple bunny with a guitar in hand.
[REDACTED] number two. A yellow chicken with a ‘Let’s Eat!’ bib.
[REDACTED] number three. A brown bear with a classic top hat.
“Oh fuck.”
And that’s when the three suddenly turn their heads to stare right at Virgil who is not ashamed he immediately threw the tablet before making sure he located [REDACTED] number four.
“But hey! First day should be a breeze; I’ll chat with you tomorrow. Uhh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power.
“Alright. Goodnight."
He’s not going to last until 6 am.
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