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ignoringdummiesfordummies · 1 year

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Day Shift

This is a reupload of a fic created based on @burnadolt‘s Sanders Sides fnaf AU from a couoke years ago. Cause... yeah, read mores tend to break if you delete the original, and we changed our sanders sides blog a long time ago. Summary: Roman, an animatronic Prince at the local pizzaria restaurant, finally gets a chance to talk to that new night guard he’s been so obsessed with.

It does not go well.

Ships: Roman/Virgil

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Virgil was working the day shift.

Virgil never worked the day shift.

Virgil was just here last night. How the hell was he even standing?

Yet there he was, in fact, standing, off to the side of the room- admittedly somewhat awkwardly, out of place under the bright fluorescent lights. As if it were the most normal thing in the world. Granted, Virgil didn’t seem to fully understand what he was supposed to be doing, seeing as how he’d hardly moved from his spot in the corner of the room. Instead, he seemed content to simply watch the every-changing crowd before him, scanning the room left and right and back again. Hopefully he didn’t get in trouble for wasting time on the clock- surely someone had been assigned to show him the ropes around the daylight hours, but had instead abandoned him to the chaos of the dining hall for one reason or another.

Who even knew how long he’d been standing there in the first place- well, Virgil, probably. Even from atop the stage, Roman had only spotted him in a gap in the crowds, when Virgil’s corner of the room had stood mostly empty and the flash of purple had caught Roman’s robotic eye. But now that he’d spotted the night... the security guard, it was almost impossible not to see him, every-time he turned his attention towards the audiences general direction.

Roman dodged a swing from Remus’s bat that most certainly wasn't in the original script, resisting the urge to scowl at his... would twin be the right word? Once upon they’d been the same, but then parts had been recycled and separated and rebuilt, and now there were two of them and it was... weird. It was weird. Instead of letting his processor dwell on that old puzzle, he brandished his sword with an extra flourish or two, while definitely not wondering if Virgil was watching. Who knows, maybe he finally stopped by to see Roman preform under the spotlights, in all his glory.

(Those stupid security cameras never got his good side anyways).

“Something wrong?” Remus asked, his voice raised into a sing-song pitch as he swung his bat in a big ark around his side before resting it on his shoulder. “Cat got your tongue? Or are you finally crumbling under the pressure of disappointing all your fans, your royal rust bucketness?”

Ah, yes. Roman’s voice had cut out mid-line when he’d spotted Virgil, right alongside everything else. But who could blame him? It’s not like anyone had told him Virgil would be moving to the- oh no. What if Virgil was being moved to the day shift- permanently? How was he supposed too- this just couldn’t do, Roman still had yet to dazzle the new guard if he never got a chance to pop into the office, maybe show off one of the new songs he’d been practicing, or his cool sword! He’d sharpened the thing just for him!

(Seriously, how was he so good at managing those stupid doors? Normally it took night guards a few days to get the hang of them, but despite it still being the first week since Virgil was hired, somehow he’d managed to completely keep the animatronics out of his office. Not. Fair.)

He was brought back to harsh reality when Remus’s bat caught him on the side of his face, sending his head spinning round clockwise as Remus’s high pitched laugh echoed across the stage. Roman had to grab the side of his head to stop it, straightening it back as he backed up a few steps and readied his weapon. Improv it was then- and at this rate, he’d probably get flagged for repairs, and then he’d have to spend a whole day cooped up in the back room, where- wait. Hold on.

Wait a minute.

If he was flagged for repairs, he could leave the stage. After all, why drag their heavy robotic bodies to the back room when they could just walk on their own two legs?

Mind made up, Roman kept his voice muted as he came back at Remus, raising his sword up high as if he meant to swing it down on his head. Remus fell for the bait, hook line and sinker, raising his bat to block the attack, and leaving his torso wide open. Roman bent his other arm and jammed his elbow into the exposed joints under Remus’s main body piece, forcing the other animatronic off balance and stumbling back. Roman flourished his sword once more, pointing it at Remus and proceeding to make several gestures with his free hand, but not uttering a word.

Some of the kids who were watching were cheering or laughing, others were clapping at the display, and some were distracted by a large, decorative cake being wheeled out from the back kitchens. Ah, birthday parties. They brought in big crowds, but could be so fickle. Right now, however, Roman was thankful for the distraction. As the kids were ushered towards the table with all the party hats and plates laid out for them, one of the employees approached the stage while removing a remote from the clip on their belt. A moment later, and Roman felt his legs lock in place.

(A shame Remus wasn’t still thrown off balance, it was always funny when he fell on his face whenever this happened. Less so when Roman was the one falling).

Roman waited somewhat impatiently as the employee did a quick check of his voice box and the area around his body Remus normally hit him at- the two of them were designed to take a few hits, so it usually took a fluke for Remus to actually do any damage. While the employee was running through the usual checks, Roman turned his attention back to where he’d last seen Virgil. Out of the corner of his vision, Roman spotted Remus checking out whatever he was looking at, and jerk slightly as his gaze landed on Virgil.

Virgil had stopped watching the crowds, and now seemed to have his gaze fixed on a small cluster of people near the entrance to the kitchens. Roman wasn’t sure what- or who he was looking at, but after a few additional moments of staring Virgil pushed himself away from the wall and began making his way across the room. Halfway across, he was stopped by a women who seemed to be asking him some sort of question. However, another employee, spotting them, quickly intervened and took over whatever it was she needed help with. It must have been common knowledge that Virgil didn’t know much about the day shift side of things. No longer impended, Virgil continued on his track across the room, Virgil continued on his path towards the kitchens, were the group had dwindled to just one dad.

So invested was Roman in wherever Virgil was headed, Roman almost missed the employee checking on him calling in that Roman was headed for the back room for some repairs, right before the locks keeping him in place disengaged and his path-finding lit up a route towards the room he was meant to head towards. And as much as Roman wanted to jump off the stage straight from where he stood- well, that was half of the reason he and Remus weren't allowed to wonder around during the day anymore. Instead, Roman forced himself to walk down the stairs off to the side of the stage.

A few loose kids ran up to him the moment he dismounted, and Roman gave them a deep bow, sweeping one arm under his chest and the other gracefully to the side, earning a chorus of giggles for his efforts. Ah, how he’d missed being amongst his fans- Roman snuck a sly glance back, and sure enough, Remus had already gotten his weapon taken away from him. There was the other reason he wasn’t allowed off the stage anymore.

“Why, hello there kiddos~!” Patton’s voice broke threw the the excited shrieks of children filling the room, pulling the attention away from Roman and onto himself. “Prince Roman here has some very important places he needs to get too, but how would you like some ice cream instead?” he asked, giving Roman a glance and smile, nodding once towards the direction of the back room. He supposed his performance had caught more attention than he’d thought. Roman nodded back, and continued to strut his away across the room. And if his path just happened to lean a little more towards passing Virgil than it needed too, oh well.

By now, Virgil had come to a stop in front of the man outside the kitchen, and was just... staring at him. Much to the... customer(?)... fathers(?) confusion, naturally. Roman was just now getting close enough to hear the man snapping at Virgil to buzz the fuck off already, which just made Roman want to reach for his sword. Oh- lookit that, they’d forgotten to take Roman’s sword off of him. Before he could think twice about interviewing, however, the manager had made an appearance and placed one hand on Virgil’s arm, whilst another employee, the one who had intervened with the women earlier, trailed behind. First day on the day shift, and it looked like Virgil was already in trouble.

“I am terribly sorry,” the manager was saying, grinning in that fake way that never seemed to reach his eyes. “It’s huh- he’s new you see, and a bit awkward, and I assure you I’ll have a proper chat with i-him in my office.” he said, putting an extra dash of emphasis on the last couple words as he shot Virgil a look. Virgil seemed to catch on fairly quickly, turning away from the situation he’d caused and walking towards the hall leading towards the bosses office. Which also happened to be the same hallway leading towards the back rooms.

Now, this was just too good to be true.

Now ignoring the conversation unfolding as he passed (briefly, he picked up on the manager offering the guest free pizza or something) and followed Virgil into the hallway. The lights were immediately dimmed- you could almost mistake them for off- and the noise from the other room sounded muted, almost far away. Roman quickened his steps to catch up to Virgil, and turning a corner in the hallway, found him not to far ahead.

“Virgil~” Roman called out, his voice springing from his voicebox like a song. Virgil came to a dead stop ahead of him, nearly tripping on his feet and forcing him to brace himself on the wall to his left with a loud thunk, silence following shortly after. For a moment, Roman was afraid that Virgil wasn’t gonna turn around, and he’d gone into so much effort to pose for him! One hand with the fingers placed daintily on his chest, the other raised up in the air. Back straight, shoulders high, heel-to-toe stance.

But then Virgil didn’t glance behind him, turning fully around after a few seconds, keeping close to the wall. “Aren't you-” Virgil began, only to cut himself off as he swept aside some hair obstructing his vision. “Aren't you supposed to be busted? Or something?”

Roman laughed, tilting his head to the side and making a motion akin to running his hand threw his own hair. He couldn’t do it, really, or he’d mess it up. And he needed to look his best, right now. “Oh, that?” Roman asked, attempting to keep his voice as smooth as possible. Unfortunately, it was coming out a little static-y... maybe he did need some fine tuning. “Just some fine acting on my part- I saw you in the crowds and well... I wasn’t sure how often I’d have this opportunity.”

“Uh.” Virgil said, taking a step backwards, glancing over his shoulder. He seemed twitchier than normal- but then again, most of Roman’s interactions with the night guard were glimpses caught threw the window of a closed door. Roman took a step forward, matching him. “Look, I’ve got places to be too, so um-”

“Surely one little conversation couldn’t take too long!” Roman said, reaching out a hand towards Virgil. Virgil scurried back, hovering outside the door to the managers office, clutching the edge of his shirt like it was gonna fall off of him. “Oh, come on now, there’s no need to be shy!”

“I- look,” Virgil shook his head, casting more glances down the hall before tugging at his hair in a nervous manor. Now, that wouldn’t do- he was messing it all up! “I really gotta do this- I’ll talk too you tonight, okay?” Despite wording it as a question, Virgil opened the door and bolted inside before he could get an answer, letting it slam closed behind him. Not that Roman would’ve been able to answer, had he been given the time.

Roman placed both hands, one folded over the other, on his chest. Had he been human, he was sure his heart would’ve skipped a beat- and if he used a healthy dose of imagination, he could pretend the metal under his hands felt warmer than the rest of him. Very little could interrupt this moment.

From behind Roman, the manager approached down the hall, stopping to look the animatronic up and down. After a moment, he grabbed a walkie talkie from his belt, turned away from the robot, and said: “Hey, uh- the Prince bot’s frozen in the hall. Can someone come take care of this?”

When the manager looked back up, Roman was looking right at him. He just about jumped right out of his skin.

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Never had Roman felt as if closing took half as long as it had that night.

No sooner than the finally lights been dimmed, the last locks put in place, and the clocks finally tick over to midnight then Roman sprinted towards the edge of the stage, leaping off to clear the nearest table and land hard on one knee. (Super-hero landing.) A moment later, his brother came tumbling after him, crashing over himself several times before hitting the ground face-first.

At least Remus was laughing.

Roman sprung back up to his feet a moment later, brushing off his sash as he took several quick steps into the room. After a moment he thought to look up, catching the glint of a security camera pointed in his and Remus’s direction, and gave a quick wave. He wasn’t sure if Virgil was watching or what, but he’d hate to miss the opportunity. But- wait, what if he only checked the camera after Roman finished waving? What if he thought Roman had forgot?

“Are you seriously just gonna stand there waving at the cameras forever?” Remus asked, right as he draped an arm across Roman’s shoulder and joined him in staring up at the camera. “I swear, you’re the thirstiest bitch I know- alright, let’s do something about this.”

Remus pushed away from Roman, wasting no time in marching towards the nearest table and grabbing a random party hat, before dragging a chair loudly across the floor towards the camera. Roman caught on fairly quick- it was Virgil’s job to keep watch on and off the camera, and tampering with one (minus the, um, permanently busted one in the kitchen) would be a sure fire way of forcing him from that office he’d cooped himself in. But Roman simply wasn’t nearly that desperate- yet.

“No, Remus look it’s cool, I’ve got-” Roman began, as Remus was already fanangling the hat over the lens of the camera. However, they were both interrupted by Patton crashing in through the nearest doors.

“Heeeeeey, what’s up daddy-o?” Remus asked, tilting his head so far back he was practically upside down to look at Patton. “Did they lock the doors before you could stalk another child home again?”

Patton choose to ignore the (probably true) jab, and instead turned his attention towards Roman. “That was so scary!” He gushed, about... something. Had a spider got in his wires again? “I was so worried that something had...” his voice box cut itself off, and he just shook his head.

“Think he killed any of the kids?” Remus asked, tying the strings of the hat in a pretty little bow atop the camera.

“I don’t... I don’t think so.” Patton said, tightening the knots in the jacket hanging around his shoulders. It hadn’t been a part of his original design, and Roman had completely forgotten where he’d gotten it from, but right now he wasn’t concerned with that.

“Hold on,” Roman held up both hands and glanced between the two of them. “What are you two talking about?”

“The- that guy! From earlier.” Patton said, very unhelpfully.

“Someone got arrested,” Remus sung, humming happily as he leaned back on the chair to admire his work. “While you were in the back playing sick. “Crazy too- it was the one guy Virgil was bothering, can you believe it?”

“It was... he... hold on.” Roman said, taking a few steps back and letting himself collapse into the nearest chair. Thankfully, it held his weight. He moved one hand to his head, then jerked it back again before he could ruin his hair. “What the hell did I miss? Someone got- were the kids- what?”

“Someone got arrested.” Patton repeated. “It was all very confusing- the police suddenly showed up to take this one guy away who the staff kept talking too... they were probably distracting him, now that I think about it.” he walked over to Roman, placing a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, they got him, so I’m sure everyone's safe now.”

“I hear he was wanted for many crimes.” Remus sing sung, probably having no idea what he was really talking about.

“That must have been why Virgil was rushing to get into the office.” Roman realized. “I didn’t even realize- no wonder he said we’d have to wait til tonight to talk.”

“No, wait, shut the fuck up.” Remus said, crashing straight to the floor before scrambling up and over to Roman, smacking his hands on the princes shoulders with a CLANG that echoed in the room. “You’ve got a date? With the hot new night guard?” Remus asked, glee in his voice. “Ah, Ro-ro, you’re gonna get fucked tonight!”

“Don’t call me ro-ro.” Roman said automatically. “And we’re robots, we don’t even have-”

Patton gasped, his hands smacking up to his face. “You’ve got a date?!” he asked, glee ringing in his voice like a bell. The moment Roman turned his attention to him, Remus went scrambling off somewhere, but Patton had all his attention on Roman now. “Oh, Roman, that’s wonderful! I know you’ve been trying so hard... wait, don’t humans sleep?”

Roman gave an awkward laugh, adjusting the way his sash sat on his body. Ignoring the last part, cause honestly he wasn’t sure how sleeping worked, he said; “Hey, don’t make me out to be some love-sick puppy...”

“Boy, you’ve been lusting after that guard since you first caught sight of him!” Remus shouted from some far flung corner of the room, dragging something heavy across the floor. “I had no idea dark and brooding was your type!”

“Shut up!” Roman squeaked, hiding his face behind his hands. God, they’d gone from talking to someone getting arrested and then Romans love life in no time flat, huh? While his head was done, he picked up more sounds, namely footsteps down the hall. Footsteps to light to belong to anyone here- well, Janus was light enough to sound like a person when he walked, but right now he was busted so he was limping everywhere. “Wait, he’s coming, oh god, oh fuck, I’m not ready!”

Roman stood back up, waving his hand at himself in a vain attempt to help himself cool down and silence his internal fans that were just going to town, while Patton helped Roman adjust his accessories and fix up his hair- Roman hadn’t even noticed himself running his hands through it again. Patton gave him a smile- when you knew their faces well enough, it was easy to tell when they were smiling for real. “Break a leg, kiddo.” Patton said, despite the fact he was the newest bot here. “But not really, cause that would be rude.”

It was then that someone appeared in the doorway, hesitating for a few moments before walking into the low-level lights shining from the stage. Virgil glanced at the two of them, then up at the camera covered by a party hat, then back at them. After a moment, he held up a hand and gave a little wave, seemingly out-of-place and awkward in the rest of the restaurant.

Patton was doing this thing he did where he bounced on the back of his feet as Roman approached Virgil, before giving a deep bow while seeping his arm dramatically across his torso for pose number 5. “Greetings, our dark and stormy guardian. It’s so wonderful to see you out of that dusty old security office!”

“Yeah, um,” Virgil looked around again- he did this thing where he pretty much turned his whole head, instead of looking around with his eyes. “I’m not really sure if I’m supposed to be out here? Maybe? I’m uh, I’m still kinda new. To this, and to life, I guess.”

“Of course you’re allowed out of your office... who trained you, anyways?” Roman asked, making sure to stand straight. Gosh, Virgil was short. He also hoped he wasn’t coming across as rude, but seriously, was anyone telling Virgil anything?

“um...” Virgil shrugged. “There was some phone recordings in my office I listened too, but I’m not really sure they were for me? I think they were there for the hu-”

Roman gasped dramatically, reaching out and snatching one of Virgil’s to hold between his own. “Abandoned in these trying times?! Well, fear not my dark and stormy p- I can show you the world!”

“Are you...” Virgil faltered out, before tilting his head at Roman. “Are you quoting Disney?”

“Yes.” Roman said. “There’s a bunch of old tapes in the back, if you uh.... if you wanted to head back there with me and um, watch some? With me? Maybe?”

“Well, I mean I love Disney, so that’s a yes.” Virgil said. If Roman had had a physical heart, it would have burst out of his chest.

Neither of them noticed the scrapping sound getting louder until Remus dumped a bucket of water from a janitors bucket onto Virgil. Roman jerked back from the sudden water, and Virgil jerked too- but-

His body convulsed violently, a few sparks flying, before his eyes went through a series of colors before landing on blue, white text spanning across his vision. Then they went black, as the sound of a machine powering down emanated from him, and Virgil collapsed to the floor with the sound of clattering metal.

Roman, Remus, and Patton gathered around him. Remus kicked his shoulder, making it clang.

“Huh.” Patton said. “He looked so... I guess we should get him to the repair room, huh?”

“Hey, pops!” Remus said, shouting suddenly as he looked at Patton. “You’re not the youngster anymore!”

A moment later, Romans sword smashed down on Remus’s head.

#roman sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides fnaf au #ship #write something #the one (1) and only time we'll allow virgil to be the youngest

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jess-themess05 · 1 year

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tehehe yes spider lmao

Actually im shoked I didn't saw anyone draw him like that before, bc he is litteraly

CREATUR CRAWLING ON WALLS AND HIS WIRE IS LITTERALY LIKE SPIDER WEB!!!

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oh hey a finished art piece

wow would ya look at that

in case you’ve never heard of this fanfic tHIS

this is the bug love fanfic! by @theohnocorral respectfully

this is just my interpretation of him, but of course he has a more official design hehe

my next plan of action is moon man!! he’s a gosh darn moth :)

extras down below!

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Favorite fics?

oh geez. i’m gonna try keep it sweet and simple less i go on and make it unbearable to read. also these summaries are gonna be terrible but i think all of these are gonna be fnaf sun and moon fics i’m SORRY ITS IN MY HEAD BUT ANYWAYS- SHORT N SWEET LES GO

A Dose of Sunshine and Starlight - @give-me-your-monsters a slow burn w/ lots of angst and bittersweet-ness aww but you are all mentally ill.

Bug Love - @theohnocorral the boys are now bug-ified gods and take a liking to a mortal who probably apologies to inanimate objects

Universal Jesters - @lovelymoonmagic you accidentally become the handler to pair of bots with memory loss and mystery trauma

it was, in reality, not fine - @bones-of-a-rabbit you, the reader, have the self preservation skills as a bowl of soup. also oblivious to love hehe

Late Night to Early Morning - Loyal_Backstabber reader meets neglected robot clowns and vows to risk their life for them

Solar Lunacy - @bamsara its- ITS SOLAR LUNACY. anyways you meet certified murder robots and say i can fix em, they’re gonna fix u too.

copper cogs rusted through - @paper-lilypie “oh what’s this, one of these jesters tried killing me? eh it’s fine” then you fall in love

Rotating Shifts - LightningTriceratops protag mistakes sun for unconscious, jaundice ridden man and realizes he’s a robot with a not dead brother and separation anxiety

basically ANYTHINGGG by @naffeclipse , but the first story i ever read from them was In Deep Dreams Between the Waves very different fro, eclipse in sleuth jesters cause he’s actually decent. (also poor vanessa girl don’t get a break)

Clowning Around - EngageSage you overcome your anxiety to protect a poor jester, and are fueled by spite to fuck up moon man for being a certified bitch

Celestial hearts in a purple mind - @kabra-malvada *finds ominous object* *touches it* *is shocked to find they are possessed*

Twin Animatronics With Too Much Time on Their Hands - @twinanimatronics & @dana-chan-the-control-brain you fall in love and fight the temptation to resurrect a dead dude and kill him again

The Night Shift - @certified-handler oopsie you now work with a needy jester who sweeps you off your feet, even more oopsie he turns into a psychopath when the lights go out and triple oopsie you fall in love with HIM too

Star Crossed Souls - @faz-friendly-light-up-shoes reader said “god give me a sign i’ll find love.” gets the sign, and ignores it

404: Personal Space Not Found - CrazedAuthor anxiety filled individual thinks they will be fixed by a child supervisor, gets surprised by his stab happy twin

Celestial Syzygy - @echoingkarma you’re like the jack of all trades, including befriending animatronics who may or may not hate you (and want to maim you) you are probably underpaid.

My Neighbor Mr. Roboto - @kagedbird oh what’s this? you think moving into your new apartment will be simple and boring? WRONG there’s a robot in your closet. and everywhere- why are there so many-

Apology Flowers and Blooming Hours - @daunsun you’d think sentient flowers would have no angsty backstory huh? well actually...

Our Orbit is Elliptical - @sycopomp like your intrusive thoughts came to life, and you choose to ignore them

Lost and Found - SmolShampoo technology is so cool right guys? you got ai, and that ai can get traumatized! how cool??

Stare at the Abyss; It Might Look Back - @characcoon reader becomes a human punching bag and finds new rusty robot roommates. once they escape a deteriorating child’s play place they walked into

Ventura Highway - @madamemiz says “hey is anyone gonna take this robot?” and doesn’t wait for an answer.

Repaired Unstable - @blonde-fraumell you decide to work alongside your childhood friend! oh how non threatening he was- hey why’s this man TEN FEET TALL. and why’s this other man so kickable.

also, obligatory mer may fics! even though it’s no longer may these are still being updated :D

Luminescent Charm - @finfiprince reader finds the fishy dudes they saved as a kid in a cage, continues to spite god until they can save them

Celestial Omens (that really like Fishsticks) - @bamsara (again yes) you save two scared bastard fish and feed them in your bathroom, a decade later they see u and go “well they gave us fishsticks no drowning for them”

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My #1 post of 2022

guess who made one of those ask game things :] yknow cause why not

you know the drill

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morguemaw · 11 months

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The moment you ask for a name for your au all my thoughts disappear

Night watch does sound like a good name tho

But also since Mikey is the security guard do the humans still attack him? Like they do in game

GIGGLES THANK YOU!! i may do Nightwatch :DD Also nope!! With how the dynamic in this AU is is shifted, think how Glamrock Freddy is to a slight degree, as in he is a protector instead of attacker Mikey was created based on a Nightguard who used to work there ( Aka Mike ) who ended up going missing ( If we are sticking to Mike being Willi's oldest child & also the series long-term nightguard, Mikey is replacement for him bc of him not being around in later games )

Mikey is well beloved by the gang! He is a daytime attraction to help teach kids about nightguard positions but also as a memorial because no one knows where Mike is, however during night he ends up being the one who needs to remain locked away in the office because after Willi came back he fucked up Mikey trying to "fix" him ( In reality Willi hates Mikey because Mikey is a terrible reminder of his own kin )

So the gang instead need to figure out ways to keep Mikey locked in, either by messing with cameras ( Similar to messing up the daycare in SB but instead when Mikey watches the cameras he has to reboot them, which keeps him occupied )

Basically what im trying to say is the gang instead try to "attack" Mikey to keep him distracted while the night goes on, because if they dont Mikey will end up getting extremely desperate for things to happen ( Similar to FNaF 2 bots trying to find people to entertain ) and will end up being desperate to gain said attention/activity, one of the ways is a violent outcome thanks to Willi !!!!

#chopping #fnaf au #au #Nightwatch au

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bloodsweatandpotato · 2 years

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Day 2

Caged, Nowhere to run

Fandom: My Fnaf AU

Characters: Scott (OC)

Tw: dissociation, mentions of ‘offscreen’ death

Summary: Sometimes he paces late in the afternoon, wearing ruts into the hardwood floor as he circles his bedroom. He has nowhere to run from his own thoughts, a wounded animal stuck in the blackout-curtain lined cage of his own bedroom.

Scott paces.

It’s just a fact. He always has. At least, for as long as he can remember. He doesn’t do it as much as Mike, or as quick and compulsively as Fritz. No. He just… does.

He doesn’t pace at Freddy’s, or while waiting for Cade, or in waiting rooms or banks.

He has only one place he paces, one place he feels enough like a trapped animal to begin to act like one.

And that’s Scott’s own bedroom.

The silence and darkness (supposed to be conductive for sleep) pushes the outside world to the side, makes way for the thoughts. The thoughts that wind and spiral. The what-ifs that mix with memories until he looks into the shadows and can barely tell where reality ends.

His feet drag over the hardwood, never catching on that one uneven board right next to his dresser, never faltering or sliding on the pile of soon-to-be-folded clothes on the floor by the foot of his bed.

He breathes rhythmically, cold sweat soaking into his sleep shirt. In. Out. In. Out. Little huffs of breath like panting. Like a panting animal. Like a caged, panicked, panting animal.

The curtains are heavy, black fabric covering the windows and blotting out almost all light. It’s mid afternoon by now, and Scott really should be asleep.

He finished his shift at 6 AM, got home a bit after, and has been pacing since 11:00.

He’s probably hungry.

He can’t feel anything but the floor under his feet and the heartbeat in his ears.

He’ll eat later.

There’s nowhere to run.

He thinks of their faces.

He thinks of their blood.

He thinks of all the nights where he was too late, too early, too slow, too tired, too useless. Thinks of all the nights he couldn’t save them. Thinks of all the nights he had to hear their screams, had to let Cade wash their blood from the floor.

Scott sits down abruptly, eyes glazed over as he stares at the curtains.

His door is closed.

It doesn’t matter.

He is caged.

He has nowhere to run.

#whumptober2022 #whump #no.2 #nowhere to run #caged #whump writing #whump drabble #oc #Fnaf #writing

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paigelts05 · 1 year

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[GORE] Night 4 [FNAF, Renegade AU]

Link: https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/GORE-Night-4-FNAF-Renegade-AU-924321135

Renegade File Server Location: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23843413

Multiple simultaneous shift changes across all locations.

Leading to multiple simultaneous disappearances.

The week after the H location's phone guy went missing, every other employee of the same role was put on night shift to replicate the event by any means, even if that means having managers assign human saboteurs, or even having the killer be human as opposed to robotic, to try and ensure the death required.

An event known as 'Night 4'.

A cataclysm for night guards that spelled several deaths but even more disappearances that created three categories of those with the role of 'phone guy': dead, dead missing, and living missing.

An event that would change Krasnyy's life forever, becoming one of the living missing.

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It wasn't the crashing of Foxy's hook against the door that scared Krasnyy; it was the figure that had been sneaking through the restaurant, making its way towards the security office.

He knew as soon as he received the transcript that he would have a hard time surviving, and as much as he wanted to scream, he didn't want to leave future guards with nothing. He said what needed to be said and laced the calls with half truths that anyone who knew even a little bit about this place would be able to decipher. He had also prepared for this night accordingly, sneaking out of the office to stash a crowbar and lock pick in one of the hollowed out Freddy heads, because if he was able to chose his hiding place, those would be the tools needed to get there. He just had to figure out what to say to make those who would listen know where to look, but he had other things that he had to say first.

With all that decided, he kept an eye on the new threat and the old. Foxy was still at the door, relentlessly hemmoraging the power. Bonnie was blocked off. Freddy was in the kitchen, and Chica seemed content staying outside to watch all this happen, as if she knew something that he didn't, as if she'd get her fill of violence without having to do any of the hard work.

Focusing on each word that fell out of his mouth, some scripted, some lies, and some half truths, he had to make sure this last message would be enough.

As his focus shifted away from the half phone half recoding device that he gripped tightly in his hands, a shadow ran behind Chica.

He knew it wasn't going to be an animatronic that killed him; it'd be whoever this figure was, and he had an idea as to who it would be.

As the figure lumbered into the doorway, Krasnyy recognised the purple attire and hair before noticing the blade the man was carrying; this weapon was a staple of his colleagues kit, acting as both a trusted tool and a mocking act of defiance towards his employer. To bring such finesse to such a line of work was both comforting and terrifying; a show of how such skill was wasted on killing nobodies, and a question of why such skill is required.

Krasnyy only wished that he wasn't written up to be on the receiving end of Vincent Taylor's blade.

Krasnyy kept talking, and his colleague turned assailant stayed in place, seemingly letting the last words fall from Krasnyy's lips before he would act. Part of Krasnyy wanted to keep on talking, to see how long he could draw this out, but he knew that Vincent knew that he had already exhausted the script, so he braced himself for a fight.

A preemptive swing of the blade kept Krasnyy zoned to the west side of the office, and as Vincent was recovering from the missed swing, the purple hitman let out a pained groan.

'Thats going to sound awkward on the recording,' Krasnyy thought to himself before realising that he had to face the reality that he'd have to fight or die. Realising he was outmatched, his thoughts couldn't keep up with his mouth as he said "Oh no."

These words soon turned into a scream as Vincent lunged at him. A scream that didn't sound human. He cursed himself as he realised that he had ended the call as his finger slipped onto that button as he tried to keep the phone and its dock in his hands, as well as his balance.

'I bet that's what they wanted to happen,' Krasnyy knew that this strange scream of his sounded like that of an animatronic. Not the best thing to end a call on if you're giving advice about surviving against killer robots, that's for sure. But if Shadow Freddy - no, Philip Guy, his own dad - had taken over enough to scream, then he knew that his dad had a plan, so he had a chance.

As Vincent swung again, the blade taking an arc that grazed past Krasnyy's face and slashed at his arms, forcing him to drop the phone. Luckily, the device was robust and the only noticeable occurrence was the backup tape falling out of the device. Acting on instinct, Krasnyy scooped up the tape and slipped it into his bag as he picked his bag up: it wasn't much of a weapon, but it would do, after all, he wasn't going to be fighting Vincent; he would be fighting Shadow Bonnie - no, Ina. Using her human name would make this fight feel more winnable.

If there was one thing Krasnyy had to his advantage, it was that the office was a small enclosed space, meaning that attacks could be predicted as in order for his opponent to swing a sword, he'd have to maneuver so that the hand holding the blade would be furthest from the wall. Whilst Krasnyy was backed into a corner, he noted what angles he could be attacked from and paid close attention to his colleagues movements, as the small space also forced the man to telegraph his attacks far more than normal, giving Krasnyy enough time to evade, despite being backed into a corner.

Seeing a glint of metal glide towards his throat, Krasnyy ducked, letting the blade swing over his head and crash into the wall. Whilst Vincent was pulling back to attack again, Krasnyy launched himself at his colleague with a tackle that only slightly winded and knocked back the hitman. It wasn't much, but it gave him the opportunity to deliver a knee to the gut. Whilst this maneuver brought him a few seconds, Vincent recovered swiftly and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. Knowing that this was already an unfair fight, Krasnyy fought dirty and instead of trying to pull away, he instead moved closer and sunk his teeth into Vincent's arms like an untrained dog. Whilst Vincent said nothing, he winced and pulled back; whilst the fabric was in tact aside from indents and spit, it was clear that the bite had caused the skin to split as he wouldn't have reacted to anything short of drawing blood.

Whilst Vincent was assessing the damage to his arm, Krasnyy dashed towards the east door - the only escape seeing as Foxy was still hammering at the west - only to be met with a boot to the gut that sent him stumbling back to square one. Krasnyy went to attack again but was forced to make a last minute change of direction which let the metal blade glide past his face. He didn't want to think where it would have wound up if he hadn't have moved. Back on the defensive, a dive to the side let him dodge a downward swing that clattered against the floor tiles in the spot he was standing only moments prior. An unexpected follow up attack caught Krasnyy's leg, leaving quite the gash, and whilst Krasnyy did scream, there was no one around to help.

Now he was on a timer.

Vincent continued to swing almost wildly, his professional demeanor crumbling, but whilst each swing was heavy and telegraphed to hell and back, there was little room to dodge. Each swing either slashing and spilling blood or grazing the surface and stinging,

As Vincent prepared yet another follow up attack, Krasnyy dashed in the direction of Vincent's off-hand and picked up a television remote that belonged to one of the monitors within the office that was lying on the desk. It likely wouldn't do much, but Krasnyy brought the remote down on Vincent's head; causing any injury would be a step in the right direction and increase his chances of survival.

Momentarily, Vincent was frozen in place by the blow, the corner of the plastic shell of the remote had connected with his head, and whilst he didn't want to show that it hurt, the repeated blows made his eyes water. In this close of a range, a Katana was impractical, but the hitman quite literally had a small trick up his sleeve.

Shrieking pierced the air as Krasnyy felt Vincent grab his hair. He expected a knife in his back, but instead, he was pulled into a grab; his back held against his colleagues chest. Krasnyy knew that a knife would be pressed against his throat any moment now, and his predictions were correct; his colleague pressed the tip of a knife into the side of his neck, drawing blood. It was clear that the end goal of this was to slit Krasnyy's throat with as little hassle as possible, but Krasnyy wasn't about to give in that easy. Krasnyy thrashed about, and as his hands were free, he was able to pull the knife from his colleagues grip and tossed it to the ground, sending it skidding across the floor. With the knife out of the picture, he was then able to pull himself free from his colleges grip, but he wasn't able to stand; he collapsed to his knees, exhausted, but not knowing why.

Metal crashing against tile forced Krasnyy to scoot backwards into the corner of the office.

Krasnyy made an attempt to scramble to his feet, but was stopped when he felt the cold metal tip of the katana his colleague was carrying against his neck. The blade rested itself in the nick that the knife had created moments ago. Warm liquid ran down his neck, and he knew that the katana was doing more than just drawing a bit of blood now.

The blade rotated so that the sharp edge was facing the rest of his neck. There was no doubt about what Vincent's intentions still were: Krasnyy knew that Vincent was still aiming to end this fight by slitting his throat. A part of the contract or an attempt at mercy?

But even though Vincent had the upper hand, the man hesitated and his movements were heavy, as if he too was exhausted. Even though it was only for a moment, Krasnyy knew this would be the only chance he would get to not die.

Disregarding his exhaustion and injuries, Krasnyy launched himself upwards in a pounce, like a cornered wolf. He did not care about the blade that tore a gash in the skin on his neck, only survival.

As his hands pushed against his attacker, he felt a slight staticy feel where he had made contact; a feeling that at first he thought was numbness caused by a lack of blood, but now, he reconsidered the hypothesis. Maybe this feeling was more supernatural than he had first considered.

The sound of a body against tile rang out as the purple clad killer fell to the ground. Krasnyy initially thought that must have have somehow caught Vincent off guard, but figured it was something more paranormal.

He stayed on the ground for a second, and for a moment, Krasnyy hoped that he had won, but Vincent managed to clamber to his feet at an inhuman speed, yet Krasnyy knew that this was slower than usual for his colleague. Vincent tried to resume his usual fighting stance, but all his movements seemed too heavy as he backed away momentarily as a preemptive yet unnecessary attempt to avoid any potential repeats of whatever the hell Krasnyy had just managed to pull off.

Another, albeit sloppy, swing of the sword zoned Krasnyy back into a corner, and a follow up swing slashed across his torso, deep enough to wound but not deep enough to kill. Krasnyy could tell from the motion of the swings that Vincent was about to fall asleep on his feet.

His mood soured by his exhausted state, Vincent delivered a kick to Krasnyy's legs to knock him to the ground, mumbling something about trying to hit moving targets as he did so. Was this about his mission, or the lofty expectations placed on the purple hitman's shoulders.

As soon as Krasnyy hit the ground, he saw the flash of the blade descending upon him. Too worn out to react, he could bearly move, only being able to move his fingertips, but even that felt too much. Everything seemed to slow down; was this the end? No, it couldn't be... He had to keep fighting, but he felt completely drained. 'Come on,' he thought to himself, 'It can't end like this'.

Or perhaps it wasn't his perception that was slowing down.

'Maybe...'

Metal collided with tile as Vincent's grip on his katana slipped and the blade fell from the man's hands, landing mere centimetres away from Krasnyy. No attempt was made from either side to pick up the weapon.

Swaying, Vincent seemed to try and take a step. The direction didn't matter as the hitman stumbled and tripped over, collapsing to the ground like a sack of bricks. From the lack of sound other than the painful sounding thud, it was apparent that the man had fallen unconscious before he even hit the ground.

Or maybe he was...? No.

Faint breathing confirmed that the hitman was only asleep, so whilst safe for now, Krasnyy knew he was on borrowed time, because if he stayed here too long, Vincent may wake up and kill him, or worse, the animatronics would get bored and finish the job.

Shaking, Krasnyy clambered to his feet, not knowing what to do next. He tripped and stumbled as he tried to reorient himself within the office, his heart beating like a drum and the building spinning around him. He knew he had to leave, but how?

A mad dash to the exit? Or hide in the safe room and wait until it was safe to leave?

The exit would be guarded, right?

Or was thier employer that confident in Vincent Taylor's abilities.

Whilst the animatronics didn't seem to attack him as he was fighting against Vincent, he didn't know how long he would have before the thrill and spectacle of the bloodsport wore off and they would resume hunting thier prey themselves. He could already hear metal feet and he knew that time running thin, he found himself stuck between the two choices, and unable to make a decision, he also fell unconscious.

As he awoke in a dust laden back room, he knew that the choice to hold out and hide had been made.

Now it was time for a waiting game; a deadly game of discreetly procuring aid whilst awaiting rescue. It shouldn't take too long, should it?

As the daylight begun pouring in through the slats in the small window, he used the old phone that sat docked on the wall as a wiretap to see if any external calls were being made.

What he heard made his blood run cold. His boss knew he was alive and wanted him dead. They appeared to be willing to forsake there usual 90 day wait on missing persons reports and file one immediately so that he would be found, just so he could be killed. However, the search was only to last 90 days. After that, they'd be checking the restaurant itself to see if he had hidden in one of the many hidden rooms. They also considered not filing the report and just searching themselves. They hadn't quite made up thier minds yet, but either option was more dangerous than their usual procedure.

Krasnyy knew he was on a timer, but this wasn't the scenario he was expecting.

He figured that the safe room was the correct choice after all as he could keep himself hidden quite well, using the stench of blood this room naturally had to mask his own, and the crates of old uniforms as hiding spots. However, help would be harder to obtain, and he would only be able to be in contact with one person without raising suspicion, and he knew exactly who this one person would be. Whilst his friends would be worried about him, he needed the help of someone far less impulsive than Mike, and someone with more power to investigate this place than Jeremy.

He just hoped that that person knew who they were.

Whilst considering his options of where to go from here and what chain of events he should trigger in order to facilitate an escape, he sighed, realising he may be stuck here for far far longer than he thought he would be, and maybe the time limit would be an issue after all.

His plans for escape were risky, but he knew how to manipulate the situation to his hand: he knew that Mike was injured and was unable to work for a while, but would likely begin a mad search for him as soon as he deemed himself better, he knew that Jeremy was on the day shift and that he could get him to feign ignorance of his presence to give himself some way of accessing more of the restaurant during the off-hours without raising suspicion, he knew that PT and Fritz worked days as well on maintenance so would find what he had initially planted, and he knew that they would deliver it to the right place. Then, contact would be initiated and his escape plan would begin.

With everything that could go wrong stacked against him, at least the animatronics would not be a threat for the first few phases of his plan, so that was one good thing.

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star-going-supernova · 2 years

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As much as I'm completely in love with your FNAF:SB content Star, are you still working on some Godzilla stuff?

I am doing my very best to continue my Godzilla stuff! I've got the amnesia!Ghidorah story in the works, super determined to finish that one. And I've started the next chapter of Taking the Plunge (took me long enough, huh?).

The tragic reality is that my interest is shifting. Has shifted? I'm clinging quite desperately to Godzilla, lol, is what I'm saying, but it requires effort these days. I struggle to keep up an interest in something when I don't have a way to frequently consume new content for it, and for reasons, I never quite got into the fandom side of Godzilla outside of writing fics.

Fnaf is a very different story. I look at art, I watch videos about it, I can't deny enjoying tiktok cosplay compilations, and I do read fic (infrequently, but still). And... it's new. I have a lot of fresh ideas that I want to write about. Whereas, it feels like I'm repeating a bunch of stuff in my Godzilla fics.

There's nothing inherently wrong with that, of course! I didn't exactly struggle to write Maddie and Godzilla's first meeting in half a dozen different AUs, lol. But the prospect of new characters and AUs and tropes is very shiny, and in this metaphor, I am but a simple magpie.

#i answered a thing #marvelkid22 #life and times of star

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juicebox-sys · 3 years

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Okay, this might be a hot take idk but i probably won't be absolutely crucified for it here if it is.

Scott's writing for FNAF was straight up bad.

Like, for 1-3 (and 4 to an extent) were fine. They gave us just enough info for us to understand the story but not so much that there was no room for interpretation. We had no names for most of the characters, no faces or personalities, but we had an idea of what they had been through and how their story both started and ended. It was a nice, open-ended tale that felt like it had something resembling a good, solid ending, even if a few pieces seemed like they didn't quite fit correctly.

I feel like that fell apart with 4 and Sister Location.

I mention that 4 was solid to an extent, and thats because I feel like if it had canonically been the bite of '87 and just given us the answer to what happened there, it would have been a good addition to the game. But it wasn't. It gave us an entirely new event, disguised as a different one, then refused to answer any new questions we had.

Sister Location is where the most major shift happened though. It gave us voices and characters and personalities, effectively stifling our ability to interpret the story. 4 had a little bit of this too, but it really hit heavy with SL. We were spoon fed certain details and made to beg for others.

Then the books brought forth even more, and then there was Pizza Sim and UCN, and it just turned into a clusterfuck of names and faces. If you squinted and beleived, maybe some of it would make sense, but in the end it was just a mess, and very clearly not one by design.

Scott was not some game design or storytelling genius, he was a guy prolonging his most profitable franchise until he was a millionaire. He threw in random details and claimed it was to "throw us off" when in reality it was there to confuse us and keep our interest, because if the world lost interest he would lose his cash cow.

I don't think Scott was ever telling a coherent story past FNAF 3. I don't think FNAF as a franchise is solvable or salvageable. It's too messy, there's too many lose ends and puzzle pieces that simply don't belong in the box.

That's honestly why for my personal AU shit, I don't acknowledge any of the games past 4, and even then I only acknowledge bits and pieces of 4. If Scott gets to pick and choose, so do I.

Anyway, Scott Cawthon is a bad writer and a horrible person, send tweet

#fnaf #five night's at freddy's #scott cawthon

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harvest-honeymoon · 2 years

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Thank you for the response! My first question is, what characters would have appeared in pizzeria simulator (Scrappers, Mediocre Melodies, Music Man, El Chip, ETC)? Second, what happens to Alex when he returns to his old house? And Third: if they were included, who and what were the scrap animatronics? Thank you for taking the time to hear me out.

so, pizzeria simulator is an actual video game in universe made by fazbear entertainment, after henry dies of a heart attack in 2013 and dale assumes control of the company.

there's a big tonal shift that happens here; since henry was present for the missing children's incident and partly responsible for it happening, the guy desperately tried to pretend like nothing happened branding wise and tried to keep running the show like he always did. urban legends persist like crazy tho, chipping into the company's reputation. fazbear entertainment is in a pretty bad place by the time he dies, nearing bankruptcy.

dale is brought on to try and save the ip, and he does so by leaning into the urban legends and crafting a more modern and savvy image for the company. when i originally wrote this, i had scott in the au as an indie developer in universe who makes the original fnafs based on said urban legends, then is approached by dale to create new, horror themed content for the company. silver parasol is brought in, and ffps and fnaf vr are made.

ffps is a old school horror business simulator, meant to frame the company's past negligence towards its employees as a narrative decision of the game's and highly exaggerated, rather than based in reality, and capitalize off of freddy fazbear's tarnished reputation while also obscuring the truth of the incidents. the animatronics in it are not possessed by dead children; they're just ai gone haywire, similar to the toy animatronics.

the game contains all of the characters save for funtime chica, who is part of william's set of funtimes/this-is-my-oc-do-not-steal versions of the fazbear band, and the scrap animatronics, who straight up do not appear. its basically fazbear entertainment digging around william and henry's drawers and finding all their old concept art and reusing it, with some additions from the indie team.

as for alex, when he returns back home, nightmare picks up his scent and starts looking for him, seeing as he was nightmare's frequent target. celestino the puppet goes looking for him in reaction to nightmare's sudden activity and eventually meet. i believe at this point in time, celestino would've freed the core four animatronics from the company too? at least that's what my notes said lmao.

oh, and alex is also accosted by calliope, ennard wearing his older brother's skin, and the other funtimes, who essentially want him to keep quiet about all the fazbear shit because they're trying to live their own lives outside of the warehouse they were trapped in. ennard is acting as their human liaison, with mixed success.

#ask #ourlifestooshort #fnaf #fnaf tw #harvest fnaf au

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fazbear-security · 3 years

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I would love to learn more about Mike, since I'm new to your blog I don't know very much about how he differs from cannon. Could you tell me some facts about him? ^^

((Sure thing, friend! :D

Due in large part to creative enabling and collaboration with @phantoms-lair, @houseofswords, and a few other blogs back in the day, the lore and detail of this particular blog has gotten VERY deep - deep enough that I can’t summarize absolutely everything in one post! - but I think I can throw together some key points under the cut!))

As a start, this blog was created back when FNAF 1 and 2 were the only games out. We didn’t know much about Afton, back then, or remnant, or any of the deeper lore that came out later, and all we really knew about Mike Schmidt in Canon then was his eye color and how much he got paid. My Mike actually started out as a copy of another Mike from a very popular AU in the fandom, but as I played around with him more, I started to find another portrayal of him that I liked better, and that’s the one that stuck.

My Mike is a foundling with a muddy family history who was adopted twice and abandoned once. He has five legal siblings and seven foster siblings, and helps his mother run the foster home that he grew up in/was adopted by. He’s an incredibly smart and generous guy, but he’s suffered a series of poor luck and choices that’s left him with a very low self-worth, which led to him taking (and keeping) the deadly job at the pizzeria to make some extra money.

He’s nearly died at the pizzeria three times, and none of them were due to the animatronics (who, in this AU, are sentient, and decidedly non-murderous, once no longer possessed). He keeps going back to the restaurant because he claims he ‘needs the job’, and in reality, he’s just getting attached to the place, and doesn’t want to admit it.

His tie is a clip-on because his uniform requires one but he hates dressing up fancy, he drinks a coffee brand called “Death Wish” in ridiculous quantities, and he practices Krav Maga because it was something he shared with his father, who died fairly recently. He owns a cat named Coffee that he got from a coworker who found her as a kitten out behind the pizzeria, and spoils her rotten. He also took the Puppet home once to fix his legs, and then let them live under his bed.

He often covers shifts for his coworkers because they know he’s the most reliable person they can ask and also because he’s bad at saying ‘no’...

#ask #afnafrpblog #Mike Schmidt #headcanon #a-fnaf-rp-blog

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basicallysalad · 3 years

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So, I decided to create my own Fnaf AU, I named it, The Reality Shift AU! I don`t really know whether I can confirm this is going to be the real name and concept yet so this is just a prototype at the moment. So, what is the Reality Shift AU? It is basically an Alternate Universe where instead of the whole breaking the fourth wall and actually being a game thing and scary animatronics, it is instead just a reality where the animatronics are human performers. Yeah, I know, kinda cringe. The possessed animatronics are instead interpreted as human performers who got possessed by the souls of the murdered children. Animatronics like Circus Baby and Springtrap (or as I like to call him, Scrafton) both died and came back as zombies. Why? Because the humans themselves are dead, but the souls move on and come back no matter what. Animatronics like Molten Freddy and Ennard who are animatronics with multiple souls in them fall into the same category as Baby and Scrafton but a little diffrent because they have multiple souls. Thet have masks as an indicator for which soul is possessing at the moment. The animatronics who aren`t possessed don`t come back after dying because they don`t have souls to keep pushing them to live. So when they die, they die. Michael is also a zombie by the way. Now, the puppet, Charlottes soul was still very strong so why did she leave and possess Lefty? Well, because the original body of the puppet was fragile and slowly breaking so she had to look for a new host which was Lefty. The function of Lefty was to trap puppet, so how would that be implied? Henry shortly after knowing the pressence of Charlotte thanks to Security Puppet, knew the current state of Charlottes old host so he decided to use Lefty as bait for Charlotte to possess. Which worked, suprisingly. Though Charlotte had trouble possessing Lefty and had to put up a fight which resulted in Lefty losing his eye. And even at that, Charlotte didn`t get full control over Lefty so he was very much alive and still had control of his body. Speaking of which, this also goes the same for the rest of the Scraps. The people they possess are still in power of their own personality so the personality of their host is still very much there sometimes but Lefty was more in control than the other scraps though. Anyway, thats all I could say for now, sorry if its confusing, I`m bad at explaining, so, feel free to ask any type of question you have, I`ll be sure to answer :)

Thank you for reading this till the end :D

#Fnaf #FnafAU #fnafau #fnafrealityshiftau #fnaf6 #fnaf1 #fnaf3 #fnaf4 #fnafsisterlocation #sisterlocation #ffps #freddyfazbearspizzariasimulator #fnaffanau

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authorkinda · 3 years

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aaAA ok MUCH needed background info about my au: my AU mostly is about the astral plain and reality shifting which is very big in witchcraft. AU is very witchy and satanic so fair warning. So, idk if i’ve ever talked about this, but Bad Ending Salem/Tom and Good Ending Salem/Tom were switched to different timelines. Each timeline occurred at the same exact time which lead to The Bite and The Fire that happened to both Salems happened simultaneously. When both of them were in the hospital, they slipped into a coma which caused them to astral project. In the astral plain, BE Salem tricked GE Salem into dying in their place during the coma while BE survived. It’s very similar to the movie US where the ACTUAL Salem wants revenge for BE Salem destroying their life and stealing their identity. (I’ll be referring to OG Salem as BE and the Salem who is suppose to be BE as GE) BE Salem did suffer through FNAF 4 and did possess Golden Freddy up until UCN. The reason why Bill was able to escape hell was because BE Salem allowed to be set free just to trap the rest of the souls out of pure pettiness. She knew what Terrance had done to her other self , and after 30 years Salem slowly starts to believe that she is the original BE Salem.. Just like how GE Salem started to believed she was the real and ONLY Salem. She was angry and spiteful, so they dragged Bill out of the lake, and created a fake identity for herself.. Vanny.

#there's more stuff that i'm gonna have to grab from discord but this is the basics #fnaf vr #fnaf au #crying child #fnaf vanny

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graceandtheidiotsquad · 4 years

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Love is Dead and We Killed her (Five Nights AU) (TW: mentions of murder, death, language-your basic FNAF stuff, pretty much. )

Walking the streets with a switchblade with the best pressed suit I own Got away with it all, blood boiling to the bone October 13th, 1989. This was it. No turning back. After all the time he had spent in Jail, and in therapy-it was all coming down to this night. No one else was going to die in this damned restaurant, not on his watch. Who says my business is yours when you're holding the door No way you can escape tonight, it's the last time I'm calling you a wh*re Vincent Reynolds took a breath, getting into his car and driving to the place he knew he was probably never gonna be rid of-Freddy Fazbear's pizza. The place that had taken so much from him, and in return, given him a lifetime of misery, hatred, and scorn from the public eye. He turned on the radio, fiddling with the knobs and dials until the familiar sound of Freddie Mercury's vocals hit him. Of all the things he could count on to get him through the night, at least he still had Queen. No running back, no changing the past No fixing what's been shattered No words exchanged, no time rearrange No fixing what's been shattered He didn't know what had caused this whole mess in the first place, other than his own actions. For all he knew, the robots were just glitching, like Scott had told him. What he did know was that they needed to be stopped. They had already taken the lives of many a night-watchman, including his own older brother, Seth-Vincent himself had already, even if by way of a schizophrenic breakdown-induced-accident, taken six innocent little lives. No one else would have to die because of his mistake. At least, that's what he kept telling himself as he drove closer to the place of his nightmares. he was going to make sure those damned hunks of metal would NEVER see the light of day again, let alone kill anyone. Did you know I'm a killer? There's no stopping me tonight Underneath the blackness of the night sky Did you know I'm a killer? There's no chance for you tonight You won't escape this b*tch named Karma Catch up with you, she'll set it right "Alright, Vinnie-boy." he muttered to himself, getting out of the car and opening the trunk. "Time to end this nightmare. For everyone." He rifled around in the trunk-it was a wee bit messy, considering Seth wasn't around anymore to remind him to clean it-but he eventually managed to find what he was looking for-a fire axe, Its steel blade reflecting the face of a weary young man looking for closure in the light of whatever amount of the moon that wasn't being covered by rather ominous storm clouds. He gripped it tightly, swinging it around a few times to get a good feel for it, then turned to the doors. "Yippie-ki-yay, motherf*ckers." Now I've been sick of this for weeks Got bloodlust in my head Normally, Vincent would have been all for rushing in without a plan, but this time was different-one little slip could end with him dead, and that's the last thing he needed right now. Thankfully, his time working the dayshift had taught him about the safe rooms-where they were, and what could-and more importantly, couldn't, get into or see them. For weeks, he'd planned it all out-get to the restaurant between nights where they would have to hire a new guard (and believe me when I say, Freddy's has gone through a lot of security guards.), lure out the animatronics one by one, then hide in the safe room until they passed by-he could hopefully get the jump on them, and end this for good. At my wit's end, it's payback time For everything you did He took his position in the safe room, looking around-this sure brought back a lot of memories..He smiled sadly, seeing the worn, faded yellow rabbit suit sitting in the corner-It had once belonged to one of the original owners of the place, William Afton-and when he vanished, Vincent himself had been the one to take up the mantle. "Hey buddy.." Vincent knelt by it, almost as if talking to an old friend. "It's me, Vinnie..I know, i haven't been here in a long, long time-...sorry about that.." He sighed, running a hand along the still semi-fuzzy surface of suit. "I'm sorry you had to see...that.." The memories of the incident, despite being several years ago, were still fresh in his mind. Don't you dare try to run away Now look at those who lost their power With my new attitude, it's time for revenge, honey It was just supposed to be a birthday party. It was somewhere in the summer of 1986 when Vincent had lead a small group of kids to the back-they were the kids that not a lot of folks had payed much attention to, while the birthday boy had his fun. ..He could relate, somewhat. He knew he wasn't supposed to take customers back there, but, well-screw the rules, he was making a bunch of outcast kids feel better. At least, that had been the plan. But of course, things seldom ever go as planned in the Fazbear Franchise. Three years prior, Vincent had been on the dayshift to witness what would become the 'Bite of '83'-and then William, the man he had once seen as a second father, had dissapeared for some reason. Not to mention the face Vincent was currently trying to hide the fact he had been diagnosed with Schizophrenia. (and back in the 80's, people did NOT take that sort of thing well-trust me, i've done my research) And today was the day it would alllll come crashing down. He had been seeing the damn golden bear in the corners of his eyes for months on end now-he had caught glimpses of it ever since the bite, and he was convinced it was planning to hurt someone again-so when it had appeared as clear as day, behind one of the kids and ready to pounce, he knew what he had to do. No running back, no changing the past No fixing what's been shattered He wasn't about to let another child get hurt because of this thing. Not today. No words exchanged, no time rearrange No fixing what's been shattered After that fateful decision to fight, he couldn't exactly remember much-he remembered hearing the kids screaming-he THOUGHT they were screaming because of the bear- He was so, so wrong.. When the screaming stopped, he looked around-... ....it hadn't been the bear he had slashed. the cold, hard reality was much, much worse.. Back in the present, Vincent was peeking out from the entrance of the safe room-he had managed to take down Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica so far-now all that was left was Foxy. ...Admittedly, he felt kind of bad he was about to destroy his best friend's childhood hero. "Sorry Scotty..I-I'll find a way to make it up to ya, somehow-" Did you know I'm a killer? There's no stopping me tonight Underneath the blackness of the night sky Soon enough, the fox came close-he could have sworn, in the corner of his eye, he saw a dark-purple specter of the same bear he had feared for so long-but he merely shook it off as a hallucination induced by stress. "HEY F*CKSY! COME AND GET ME!" he charged out, singing the axe wildly Did you know I'm a killer? There's no chance for you tonight You won't escape this bitch named Karma Catch up with you, she'll set it right..! "I..I did it.." he looked down at the piles of robotic parts on the floor. "It's over..I-it's finally over...!" He couldn't be quite sure if he was laughing or crying-he didn't care right now. All he cared about was that Scott, and whoever else would come after him, would be safe. No one else would die here... '..murderer...' "..huh?" Vincent looked around-he could have sworn he heard something. 'YOU DID THIS!' In a flash, Vincent saw the one thing he never thought he'd see again-six ghostly silhouettes of faces he knew all too well Fazbear entertainment had lied to him-to all of them. There were no glitches, no problems in the suits or the code. The damn things were HAUNTED. I see it all in front of me The demon that lies in between I'll settle the score You'll be no more...!!! "Wh-HOW!?" Vincent stumbled back, in a panic-how could he have not known this!? was this some kind of sick joke!? "H-How are you here!?" 'SAVE US' 'YOU DID THIS-' "Stop it..g-GET OUT OF MY HEAD-" He shook, memories flooding back at a rate too fast for him to register-he was about to have a mental breakdown if this didn't stop.. Soon enough, he found himself running into the safe room, thinking that maybe they couldn't follow him. Boy, was he wrong. Did you know I'm a killer? There's no stopping me tonight Underneath the blackness of the night sky "N-No...no, stay back..! I-i-" he backed towards the wall-he was trapped. "What do you want from me!? I went to jail, i did my time, I lost everything-What more hell do you want me to go through!?" he snapped at them, trying to get some kind of answer-but for now, they remained silent-unanswering, possibly just to torture him more. And that was when he looked back at the suit. Spring Bonnie. ..Springlocks were always highly unstable.. "...You want...you want karma...justice..." he murmured to himself, heading to the suit. "You want me to die the same way you did..." he took a breath, beginning the slow process of putting the suit on. "I guess i had better oblige, then-" Did you know I'm a killer? There's no chance for you tonight "See!?" he turned to face them, now wearing the deathtrap he had once thought was his safe place. "Check it out-! IM PUTTING ON ONE LAST SHOW, AND ITS ALL FOR YOU!" he shouted, maniac laughter beginning to fill the air. "SO COME ON! GIMMIE YOUR BEST SHOT-I'M READY TO FACE HELL ONE MORE TIME!!!" and that's when it happened. The sickening snap of the springlocks going off-the pain of becoming what would amount to a human pin-cushion was almost unbearable-but as he slowly bled out, in his final moments, he saw the spirits begin to vanish, one by one-at least the children were at peace now... the last thing he saw before he blacked out was the dark-purple bear...shifting to the familiar form of someone in a nightgaurd's uniform-the very same Seth had used to wear...and he was smiling almost proudly, almost as if to say 'Rest well, little brother..' You won't escape this bitch named Karma Catch up with you, she'll set it right

(And here we have the origins of one Vincent Reynolds-my take on the Purple man.)

#fnaf #fnaf au #fnaf alternate universe #Purple man #Purple guy #Vincent Reynolds #Doll Skin #Love is dead and we Killed her #its an awesome song please look it up you wont regret it

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