lucarioisinthevoid

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The letter, part 2, because apparently tumblr decided we get an invisible length limit:

(cont. prev post) I never felt able to talk about it with you. I wasn’t strong enough to tell you what a disappointment, what a cruel father I truly am. That’s also why I never searched for you when you finally left without a word. I deserved to miss you. I wished for you to one day appear on the doorstep and if only to ask for money. But I knew you’d never come. Even if I’m still alive at the point of you reading this, I don’t expect you to visit me. If you chose that I am at least worthy enough to tell off, even per text, I will be happy. For the more neutral part… you know I have not much for you to inherit and I don’t think you’d even want anything from me. However, you may want some of your mother’s objects and if not for sentimental value, then maybe for the simple reason of making money out of it. If you don’t claim your new belongings within a year, they will be donated to different charities, if you’re curious. And please Mike… please believe me when I say that I always loved you and that I was proud of you when you left home, even if it was bittersweet. I knew you only did it to get away from me, but somehow your determination, your willingness to do whatever it takes to get to your goal, made me trust that you would be fine in the world out there. Whatever you do, I hope you are happy. With love and regret – Your still grieving father’   One day, the drawer would be opened. It wouldn’t make things better. Yet, it would still help.

The letter part 1:

Inside of the drawer laid nothing, except a single letter. The letter was thick, there was more than one page inside. And it had text written on the back as well. Careful handwriting that turned messier the lower it went down stated:

‘Dear Mike. I will skip the introduction and the emotional baggage that comes with this situation, since I should already be thankful enough that you opened this in the first place. When you read this, I will be probably dead, as you wouldn’t accept this delivery otherwise. Thank you for opening. I was afraid you wouldn’t. If you opened this letter than only for one reason: the truth. What happened to you on that day, the day you injured yourself so heavily, the day you changed forever. You never lived it down and you never trusted me afterwards again. Rightfully so. And yes, I can hear you in my ears: “Don’t expect an absolution for what you did.” I don’t. I know there is no redemption, it’s far too late, but maybe this will help you as well as relieving me from a burden. You remember a bad day, right? You ran away from home, a home too quiet, a home just as infected as your mother and a father, so helpless, so dull and hopeless, he might as well didn’t exist. As it got dark, I began looking for you. And I found you. You were in front of Fredbear’s family diner, together with a stranger in one of those dreadful suits who was sharing some booze with you. Bad enough, but as he signed you to follow him, you didn’t even paused. You smiled. What I felt… I have to explain what I felt, so you may can understand my reaction. My feelings were useless, harming and downright stupid. But please, I beg of you, try to tolerate my broken mind that was worsening with every second I felt helpless. Your dumb behavior, following someone like that in the middle of the night, made me ask myself if you just were that spiteful towards me, that you ignored everything I taught you. If I hurt you so much that you didn’t care about yourself anymore. When I saw you with the stranger, smiling at him, like you haven’t smiled at me in months, like you trusted him so unquestioningly… and yes, I know that thought was the most foolish of my thoughts, I’m aware that I had no right to think like that, but… I felt as if I was getting replaced, ignoring the knowledge that you would be right if you’d ever choose to do so. Obviously, I interrupted. I asked you what the hell you were doing. That you would come home, right NOW. Before I could lecture the stranger as well, you began screaming at me. I remember your words so well. Like everything that happened. “Just fuck off dad, what do you care? Lock yourself up in your room again and let me have at least SOME fun!” I hated your disrespect. Towards me, towards my, no, OUR situation and towards yourself. I grabbed you by the shirt, not caring who saw me harming you like that. You weren’t struggling, you weren’t that… hot-headed back then. But you looked me dead in the eye and said “I wish it were you instead of mom who is in hospital.” And you were sincere, in a way only children could be sincere in wishes that they don’t fully understand. So I threw you back, my breaking point finally reached. I threw you back, telling you to shut up and to never wish anyone to be in hospital. That you didn’t know what you were talking about and should be ashamed of your stupidity. I was too rough, you tumbled backwards and tripped, falling with the back of your head on the curbstone, right on the edge. Blood spilled everywhere. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. I just killed the last member of my family. Then man in the bunny-costume began laughing. His words were chilling, for a while I thought I must have misheard them. But I don’t think I did. “Wow, that was cool! Can you teach me angling like THAT sometime? Would come in handy the next time someone on the streets annoy me!” I always hear those words when I’m alone. I felt like a monster. I was a monster. A monster killing its own child. The simplicity of his statement, the underlying violence in his statement… “annoy me”. The own kid compared to a pesky follower on the street. By your own actions. The man inside the suit was clearly completely insane, and now, so was I, as I had done something so utterly soulless to my own flesh and blood. (cont. next post)

#mike schmidt

[lucarioisinthevoid]

The letter part 1:

Inside of the drawer laid nothing, except a single letter. The letter was thick, there was more than one page inside. And it had text written on the back as well. Careful handwriting that turned messier the lower it went down stated:

‘Dear Mike. I will skip the introduction and the emotional baggage that comes with this situation, since I should already be thankful enough that you opened this in the first place. When you read this, I will be probably dead, as you wouldn’t accept this delivery otherwise. Thank you for opening. I was afraid you wouldn’t. If you opened this letter than only for one reason: the truth. What happened to you on that day, the day you injured yourself so heavily, the day you changed forever. You never lived it down and you never trusted me afterwards again. Rightfully so. And yes, I can hear you in my ears: “Don’t expect an absolution for what you did.” I don’t. I know there is no redemption, it’s far too late, but maybe this will help you as well as relieving me from a burden. You remember a bad day, right? You ran away from home, a home too quiet, a home just as infected as your mother and a father, so helpless, so dull and hopeless, he might as well didn’t exist. As it got dark, I began looking for you. And I found you. You were in front of Fredbear’s family diner, together with a stranger in one of those dreadful suits who was sharing some booze with you. Bad enough, but as he signed you to follow him, you didn’t even paused. You smiled. What I felt… I have to explain what I felt, so you may can understand my reaction. My feelings were useless, harming and downright stupid. But please, I beg of you, try to tolerate my broken mind that was worsening with every second I felt helpless. Your dumb behavior, following someone like that in the middle of the night, made me ask myself if you just were that spiteful towards me, that you ignored everything I taught you. If I hurt you so much that you didn’t care about yourself anymore. When I saw you with the stranger, smiling at him, like you haven’t smiled at me in months, like you trusted him so unquestioningly… and yes, I know that thought was the most foolish of my thoughts, I’m aware that I had no right to think like that, but… I felt as if I was getting replaced, ignoring the knowledge that you would be right if you’d ever choose to do so. Obviously, I interrupted. I asked you what the hell you were doing. That you would come home, right NOW. Before I could lecture the stranger as well, you began screaming at me. I remember your words so well. Like everything that happened. “Just fuck off dad, what do you care? Lock yourself up in your room again and let me have at least SOME fun!” I hated your disrespect. Towards me, towards my, no, OUR situation and towards yourself. I grabbed you by the shirt, not caring who saw me harming you like that. You weren’t struggling, you weren’t that… hot-headed back then. But you looked me dead in the eye and said “I wish it were you instead of mom who is in hospital.” And you were sincere, in a way only children could be sincere in wishes that they don’t fully understand. So I threw you back, my breaking point finally reached. I threw you back, telling you to shut up and to never wish anyone to be in hospital. That you didn’t know what you were talking about and should be ashamed of your stupidity. I was too rough, you tumbled backwards and tripped, falling with the back of your head on the curbstone, right on the edge. Blood spilled everywhere. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. I just killed the last member of my family. Then man in the bunny-costume began laughing. His words were chilling, for a while I thought I must have misheard them. But I don’t think I did. “Wow, that was cool! Can you teach me angling like THAT sometime? Would come in handy the next time someone on the streets annoy me!” I always hear those words when I’m alone. I felt like a monster. I was a monster. A monster killing its own child. The simplicity of his statement, the underlying violence in his statement… “annoy me”. The own kid compared to a pesky follower on the street. By your own actions. The man inside the suit was clearly completely insane, and now, so was I, as I had done something so utterly soulless to my own flesh and blood. (cont. next post)

#mike schmidt

[lucarioisinthevoid]

I was on my 5th re-read of A Guard's Life, and I noticed in the notes at the end of the last chapter - you mentioned a letter from Mike's dad to Mike? I don't know if you've already shared it, but could we please see it? If you're comfortable with that, thank you! Have a nice day, Luci! (Also, happy 2023 to this blog!!)

(I'm sorry, king, I swear I have an answer ready, but tumblr for some reason refuses to let me post it. Gonna do some experimenting to see what the hell the issue is, either editing this or posting it seperate, but I'll find a way to answer this lovely ask)

(Y’know, sometimes I sit back and think “wow, my work was sure a mess, good thing so few people saw it through. And certainly nobody ever reread it, seeing all the horrible continuity fuck ups and lost plot threads!” And then I get stuff like this and crumble like dusty old bread behind the fridge. But, it also means a lot to me. It was nowhere near perfect, but it was so much fun writing it- and I’m glad for some people it was so much fun reading it, that they’d do it multiple times. Really, it means everything to me Happy 2023 to you too, my friend. We may be torn into many directions and constantly faced with new troubles, but may we always return to the things we love and bring us joy.

Now! I don’t think I ever shared it! And I wrote it SO early on in the plot, that it still uses (fuck you tumblr, but readers know what I mean) this instead of ‘ this. Pure madness. It’s in its original state, aside from like- one or two sentences I added for clarity- IS WHAT I WOULD BE SAYING, IF TUMBLR DIDN’T FUCKING MAKE ME CHANGE THE WRONG APOSTROPHE INTO THE RIGHT ONE! I HATE TUMBLR SO FUCKING MUCH MAN. I hope it doesn’t break anything narratively for you! I actually still stand by the base idea, Mike had encountered Freddy’s when he was young. In fact, Freddy’s (the location itself) loves all the guards here so much, because they’re all deeply connected to it and that was in my mind the reason why none of them ended up dying, as seems inevitable in a dangerous location like this. Though I might have reconsidered HOW it happened, if I ever would have ended up wanting to implement it. It's very long, so behind the read more it goes! Or a different post. Because I have to find the fucking issue) (Might have been because it was too long? I don't know. I'm going insane.)

[lucarioisinthevoid]

Ender! Did you remake your blog?! I swear I saw you roam around before, yet your blog is empty NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN! Absolutely lovely drawing, this poor man cannot catch a break. He’s NOT prepared, though, tentatively, you could say that no matter where you kidnap him to, it’s probably at LEAST 3% better than any given Fazbear location, so MAYBE he shouldn’t struggle that hard- But then again, what if you BRING him to another Fazbear location?! This place here at least is under his control (arguably), and the coworker are manageable (Dave is literally right there, oh god), the animatronics are generally safe (Funtime Freddy ATE a child and tried to pass it off as a HISTORY LESSON) and- Actually. You know. Maybe even a different Fazbear Location would be better. But- A different Fazbear Location wouldn’t have Mike. Not to mention, he’d worry about Jeremy! So, politely, he has to say no. Also if you kidnap him, you might have to deal with Mike coming after you and/or Dave and Old Sport and/or the Marionette for Jeremy and uuuuuuh- That wouldn’t be good. So please don’t. Just buy some pizza (don’t)

Did I Make Fan art of my self robbing a Phone man? yes Yes I did, Fan art for the wonderful askblog and Writer @lucarioisinthevoid

I have more buuuuut that’s for later uwu

#fanart #phone guy

[lucarioisinthevoid]

Epilogue ask time!! Okay, so I have been thinking about this non-stop ever since I read that line near the end, i dunno which chapter it was but it must've been before the Henry boss battle--Mike basically says something along the lines of "save that for the wedding" to Simon, and now I H A V E to ask. What would Simon and Mike's wedding REALLY be like? Would they invite everyone? What would their wedding cake look like? (gosh, I am SO pumped up for this couple, they are so goshdarn cute--)

.(I honestly can’t recall why I haven’t answered this ask when it was time :c I’m sorry Yeah, epilogue ask time! Even if you might never will see this answer, hah. Sorry for having been gone so long! But better late than never and all that. ALSO: TUMBLR DOESN'T PERMIT LONG ANSWERS ANYMORE? I'LL TRY TO EDIT IN THE WHOLE THING AFTER POSTING, BUT IF YOU CAN'T FIND IT, YOU’LL KNOW IT’S ON MY AO3)

It was a normal day in the renamed Afton household. Which means that the household was currently a dilapidated Freddy’s. Unlike most dilapidated Freddy’s, this just felt mildly depressing and empty. Any soul that would have haunted the immediate area was gone by now, as Dave and Old Sport were busy to pick the last few springlocks out of Dave’s skin. “How many children are we at now? This has at least been thirty! How did you even MANAGE to capture so many kids without anyone EVER noticing?” “Hey, Old Sport, it ain’t my fault that 460,000 children go missin’ every year! I’ve only ever gotten like- yeah, 30 a year, at best! With all the police swarmin’ and all that. That ain’t nothin’ compared to children goin’ missin’ every year!” “… we’ve only made it through ONE year’s worth of your murder?!” “Eh, we’re makin’ pretty good progress if you ask me-“ The door to the room was very abruptly slammed open. Circus Baby stood in there and after an appropriately dramatic pause, she came inside and slammed a few pictures onto the table. “IMPORTANT NEWS, DADS! MIKE AND SIMON ARE CURRENTLY ON THE MOVE. INTEL SAYS THIS IS THE LOCATION!” “You don’t need to scream, we hear you just fine!” Old Sport leaned back, relaxed. “Ooooh, pretty!” Dave picked up the images. “Yes… too pretty.” Baby scoffed. “Don’t you notice something about these pictures?” “Ya really got talkin’ like a crazy detective down. That Ethan guy really impressed you, didn’t he?” “No- no! Not at all!” She huffed and turned a bit. “But just- look! There’s a church there! And travelling all the way there… isn’t it clear what is going on?!” “Enlighten us, my body is ready.” Interested the Orange Guy leaned forward. “They. Are. Trying to…” A pause. Then abruptly she ripped one of her arms up, pointing a finger into nowhere. “MARRY!” “WHAT!?” “YES! AND THEY HAVEN’T INVITED US. AND FROM COMMUNICATION WITH BASE-“ “Oh, did you say hi to Jeremy for us?” “Yeah, I did- BUT NO THE POINT. COMMUNICATION WITH BASE REVEALED: THEY HAVE ALSO NO KNOWLEDGE OF THE OPERATION. MIKE AND SIMON HAVE GONE ROGUE AND PLAN TO GET MARRIED PATHETICALLY AND ALONE WITHOUT ANY OF THEIR FRIENDS. CAN WE STAND FOR THAT!?” Immediately, the both of them stood up. “NO SIR!” “THAT IS WHAT I LIKE TO HEAR: OPERATION ‘BIG WEDDING, IF YOU LIKE IT OR NOT’ COMMENCES N O W!” The fact that maybe, POTENTIALLY these two were just going on a nice trip was carefully considered by Old Sport and then passionately discarded. As was the potential that they weren’t invited on purpose. Or that there were still children’s souls to save. They waited decades- surely, they could wait some more, eh? - - - Mike was the first to wake up. He was groggy and confused, but his hand immediately reached for his partner. “Ssss- simon…?” A cough beside him snapped him fully out of it. Simon was stirring besides him, groaning. Quickly Mike leaned over him, gently slapping his face. “Simon?! Please- wake the fuck up.” “… Mike…?” It came back, as groggy. Then, a soft, raspy laugh. “… you look… beautiful… am I dreaming…?” “Christ, Si. What’s with the sentimentalities? Wake up.” Shifting on the spot, the heavy fabric around his legs confused him for a moment- “WHAT THE FUCK.” Jumping back, he stared down at himself, inspecting baffled the completely white and glittering wedding dress he was wearing. Now that he thought of it- Simon was wearing an elegant dark suit with a light blue tint. “What the FUCK!?” “Aaah… were we kidnapped?” Simon got slowly up, looking around, not caring too much about his appearance. “… you’d think now that we’re away from Freddy’s, that would be over…” Flustered, Mike stood up straight and gritted his teeth. “… whoever the fuck did it, I’ll break their necks. You don’t fuck with a Freddy’s veteran, not if you want to live.” Simon just snorted in response, but allowed Mike to gentle help him up- laughing a little again, as Mike carefully checked him over. “Really- I’m fine. Don’t worry. Just a bit dizzy.” “Good. Their deaths will be quick instead of slow then.” They spotted a door. Their exit? Carefully they approached- and before Mike could try the handle, a hand wrapped itself around his. Looking back, Simon had furrowed his brow and nodded determinedly at him. We have been through worse. Together we will get out. They pushed open the door… … light flooded in. Immediate cheers from all sides and elegant organ music was playing. Glitter and white petals were falling from over them, as they tried to desperately to regain orientation. They were in a giant church, and the benches were filled with animatronics, fellow Phone Guys who looked rather confused, and at the very front was Jeremy, in a priestly outfit, smiling and waving at them. “CONGRATULATION!!!!” Marion was by his side like a shadow, looking skeptical- but also raising a hand in greeting. Old Sport was nowhere to be seen, however it turned out terrifyingly enough that it was Dave of all people on the organ, playing his heart out in the fanciest clothes he seemed to find. Actually, all these fancy suits seemed to have a similar style… “… did you rob a fucking wedding dress venue?!” Baby by the front gave an enthusiastic thumbs up. “ABSOLUTELY! ONLY THE BEST FOR YOU! Well- I wanted to give BOTH of you dresses, but Jeremy said that wasn’t traditional and that we didn’t know what you would want- so eh. I’m sorry, I gave my best to make BOTH of you beautiful.” Funtime Freddy didn’t even need to raise his voice to be audible over the cheers. “YYY---YYEAH! S-S-soo we G-GAVE it to the one who- one who- NEEDED IT THE MOST! HA-AHAHAha-A-A-A-AHAHAH!” Simon stood up straighter. “DO NOT TALK THIS WAY ABOUT MY MIKE! OR I’LL- I’LL UH- KICK YOU OUT OF MY WEDDING, RIGHT NOW!” “No—NOOOOO!” Funtime Freddy looked horrified. “I- I- AM SOooOO- S-SORRY! P-Pleas-eee-e! Don’t- don’t- kick m-e-e-e OUT!“ “Then watch yourself.” Simon dragged Mike a bit closer. “… are we actually fucking doing this?” Quietly Mike whispered to him as they walked up the rows. “… we should play along for now… and if we see a chance, we’ll get out. Take revenge, or- uh- whatever.” “If you say so. I’m with you to the end.” They arrived in front of Jeremy, who made a gesture to quiet the room, with Dave taking the que to play a quieter, marriage appropriate song on his instrument. “Hey, uh- Jeremy.” Casually Simon started, clearly having a plan. “I appreciate this, but uh- you’re not a priest, right? Aren’t only priests allowed to do stuff like this? Baptism, marriage, all that? We can wait for you guys to find a proper priest…” Sadly, Jeremy’s lovely smile broke that hope immediately. “Oh, actually, protestants are allowed to baptize themselves if no priest is there. I think as long as two witnesses are there…? But yes. Same for marriage! No worries- I gladly do it! I also made the cake!” The promised couple turned their head around to spot a giant cake. Beautiful multiple layers of delicious goodness. “It’s with strawberries!” Happily Jeremy said. “I picked the motive.” Cooly Marion pointed out. “Jeremy almost made a golden Fredbear and Springbonnie cake.” “It would have been cute.” Jerry pouted, but Marion’s eyes didn’t leave Phone Guy. “… I thought a cool fire motive would connect with you guys better.” And indeed, the huge red and orange cake was a piece of art with glass-like sugar tips that looked out and broke the light like a frozen fire. The rest of it looked mouth-watering filling, vanilla and chocolate pieces on top, to completement the fruity mass. Mike nudged Simon’s side. How about doing it for the free cake? Simon shrugged, not opposed. Jeremy rose his arms. “We have gathered today, to witness the wonderful and loving union of these two people. You will know them as your friends, your employers, to some even our heroes-“ “Can we speed it up?” Mike scoffed. Dave from above laughed. “TOLD YOU GUYS THEY WOULDN’T WANT THE WHOLE SPIEL.” Looking a tiny bit offended, Jeremy shook his head. “Fine, fine. Okay, so, in the name of god, pledging your lives, in sickness and in health, good times and bad times, through everything that could live throw at you- will you, Simon McCall, take Mike Schmidt as your husband?” What was that for a question even? Simon paused, looking into Mike’s storm-grey eyes. Those with the hint of blue, those that had looked at him so often in his life. The first time he hired him, the first time he stormed into his office complaining about the animatronics moving, the ones that had called him out relentlessly… the ones that had looked at him with untypical worry after he had fallen sick, the ones looking at him with apprehension, that slowly turned to trust… from then to now, this man had gone through all with him. Through all the disappointments, the terrors, the victories, the problems. “Yes, I do.” The words came out of him unintentionally seriously. But he meant them with his whole heart. “Good! Mike, through sickness and health, through the good and the bad-“ “Yes, I do.” Mike answered with an intensity untypical of him. A seriousness that could hardly be rivaled, only matched by Simon’s before him. They had been through sickness and health before, through pain and joy, through everything life could do to them. And for Simon? He would do it all again. Without hesitation. Jeremy sniffled a little, clearly moved. “Then- I shall declare you husband and husband. Put the rings onto each other’s fingers and kiss, a union for all to see.” A door to the side had opened among the cheers and cries of the audience and the glammed up Old Sport came out, holding a box. The noises of celebration became louder when he stepped beside Jeremy, between the couple and opened the box. Mike and Simon stayed quiet however. “… those are fucking grenades.” Cheerful Old Sport pointed at the golden rings with each two red and a blue stone at the top of the grenades. “No worries, the rings are at this part here. All you gotta do is pull them off!” “They will blow up if we do that.” “Love will protect you <3” “… how did you make that noise with your- you know what, never-fucking-mind.” The church had gone quiet again at this point, everyone watching breathlessly. Slowly Mike looked deep into Simon’s dial. They nodded slowly, at the same time. Their heartbeats were in totally synchroneity. It was time. Both of them picked up their respective grenade slowly. The entire church held their breath- Within one immediate movement they pulled their respective rings over and in the same movement, Phone Guy dropped it in Old Sport’s hands while Mike chucked it with ALL power to the place were Dave was sitting, who in response JUMPED, but not AWAY, no! TOWARDS it, reaching out to catch the bomb, while Marion had already grabbed Jeremy, pulling him upwards, out of the blast radius, while Mike and Simon at the same time rushed towards the door, past the confused attendants, who made gasps of confusion- Rolling over the ground, Dave held up his one, smiling like a maniac. “OLD SPORT! OLD SPORT LOOK! I CAUGHT IT! THAT MEANS WE GET MARRIED NEXT! OLD SPORT-“ B O O M ! Thankfully, the grenades had simply been smoke ones that were fitted to look and to some degree sound like real ones. However, the smoke was extensive and cough-inducing and when it cleared, Mike and Simon were gone. “These BASTARDS!” Old Sport called out, rubbing his soot-smeared face. “Ah, the eagerness of freshly married couples.” Dave put a hand on his chest. “Gotta say, I’m jealous.” “Not THAT!” Disgruntled Old Sport pointed at the table that had stood by the exit. “THEY TOOK OUR ENTIRE CAKE!” “What!?” Appalled Dave cried out. “Unbelievable! These fuckin’ sewer rats. Next time we ain’t gonna invite them to their weddin’, bet they’ll feel stupid then!” - - - Somewhere, far away, a camper stood, with two people sitting on top of it. Each of them held a place with a big piece of deliciously expensive and sweetly flavored cake. “You win some, you lose some.” Mike took a bit bite. “But I think we won more.” “Where do you think they got these rings from?” Carefully Simon inspected the admittedly beautiful ring on his finger. “You think they, uh- stole it?” “Probably.” A shrug. “But I mean- well. Do we want to be married to each other with stolen rings…?” For a moment they looked at each other. Then they both shrugged. “Yeah, fucking whatever.” “Totally fine by me.”

#microphone #simon mccall #mike schmidt #Dave Miller #Old Sport

[lucarioisinthevoid]

Is it ok for me to send drawings in and ask for opinions from the characters again?

Certainly! No promise for me to get around to it soon though :c I am at constant risk to despawn again, but I always enjoy looking into my inbox and seeing your stuff. I still have the one vanilla-or-chocolate ask! I was trying to come up with a way to answer it fun, but for EVERYONE it's hard, hah! We'll see when I manage ;u;

#kiddo

[lucarioisinthevoid]

Always great to see you show back up man, it was always fun getting spammed up with questions from you. I've been doing my own thing now and actually got back into writing stuff for my OCs, but seeing you pop up on my dash gives me fond memories. Keep it real dude. 👍

I am catching back up with you soon, you better believe that >:3 All that I have seen in passing when I booted the blog back up a bit ago is that you're considering starting a new blog? It sounds like a very interesting idea, a fresh, clean start can help you order what you have/want better, reblogging what you already have, going through your own tags and see what could fit/still holds up and remebering stuff like that! Depending on what the new blog entails, there's a lot to be done with it and I'm curious if you'll go through with it! Ah, I'm happy you're back into a writing! Always a treat to see your creation! I hope you're getting the praise you damn well deserve. Looking forward to seeing what changed on your end when I have time to sit down comfortably and do some scrolling! Same back to you! I hope life will treat you very well, no matter what happens ^w^

#kiddo

[lucarioisinthevoid]

- - - Simon had placed his rocks on the table, leaving the other employees to marvel. “Here you go! Uh- some of my finest pieces. Beautiful rocks. It has it all, really! Well- not it all and not all of them here, I obviously left some heavier and valuable stuff at home, but- uh- Rosequartz! Magnetite! Some Limestones. Zebra jasper, the stripes are such a treat- blue Calcite. Red Jasper too, here-“ Jerry was delighted with the array of colors in front of him.   The colors were rich and glowing, there were some fascinating forms and patterns on them too. “These are really, REALLY beautiful! I didn’t expect you to have so many-“ “THOSE? Those are fucking NOTHING!” Mike had just arrived for his shift, and spotted the rocks, scanning them. “Wow. I knew you were a fucking LOSER, Phoney, but I didn’t think you were this MUCH of a loser! Rock collecting?! What’s wrong with you. And only going halfway too?” “What- uh- what?” “Yes! My fucking god. Where’s the Flourite? Pyrite? Not even snowflake Obsidian? Fucking pathetic.” The Phone Guy frowned in response. “How- how do you know that this makes my collection lackluster even. Do you collect rocks too?” Mike grinned. “You fucking bet your ass I do. I’m not missing out on absolute loser activity. And I am BETTER at it then you. How does that feel, eh?! Even losing at being a fucking loser!” “Well, uh- I obviously DO have some Pyrite at home! And Flourite too. You aren’t even seeing HALF my collection!” Phone Guy sneered. “And I haven’t seen ANY of yours!” “Oh? Phone Guy?! Getting feisty? This really is important to you, huh? Psht, what a fucking joke.” Mike looked again at the collection, judging it. “Alright, I’m not carrying my entire collection over here- but how about this: Your favorite rock vs my favorite rock. Whoever has the cooler rock wins.” “That’s uh- stupid-“ “Great! See you in ten minutes!” With that, the man ran out at top speed. “I, UH- EMPLOYEE?! I EXPECT OVERTIME FOR YOU JUST DIPPING DURING WORK, YOU KNOW?” It took a little while- but eventually he returned, with a smaller bag over his shoulder. “PHONE GUY! COME OVER HERE! FACE ME, BITCHASS! I AM TOO FUCKING POWERFUL FOR YOU AND I WILL PROVE IT.” Phone Guy sighed, but then steadied himself. He had picked out his favorite rock, his most precious- perhaps not in value, but certainly in how he felt about it. And no matter Mike’s reaction to it- Phoney would know he had WON, in his heart. Because nothing and nobody could beat his special rock. Stepping forwards, the both of them faced each other. Onlookers gathered around, watching the final showdown. Both of them had hidden their rocks beneath cloth and were watching each other like hawks. “… ready to cry, Phoney?” “I’m, uh- sorry to break you like this. But after your crushing defeat, I uh- still expect you to work afterwards though, no matter how hysterically you’re weeping!” “Keep dreaming, fucker.” “Enough banter, employee. On three. One-“ “Two-“ “Three!” And they both rose their cloths. The rocks looked- incredibly similar. Both were halves of beautiful geodes, blue rings on the outside letting up to an even more beautiful dark purple inside, almost indigo in shade. Their sharp edges stuck out into the air, glittering in hundreds of blinks and glares. The two stared at each other’s rocks, quietly marveling at the sheer coincidence. “That’s uh-“ “… holy fuck.” “Yeah.” More gently than Phone Guy had ever seen Mike handling anything, he watched him pick up Phone Guy’s geode, then his own, looking between them. It was then that the manager realized it too- the edges lined up a little bit too well. Quietly he held his breath and watched on as Mike softly put them together. They fit like a glove. “… what are the odds.” Phone Guy quietly mumbled, taking one side from Mike. “… this morning I didn’t even know you liked rocks. And then finding my- my other half-“ Immediately he grew flustered at the comment. “I mean, uh-“ “We shall have a fucking summer wedding.” Mike drew his own half closer to himself, turning away. It didn’t hide how red his ears were. “Look at us! Two halves. And together- we look like a normal fucking rock, hooray.” “… together we’re one normal team.” Softly Phone Guy laughed. “Maybe being normal and average is nice sometimes...” “M-maybe.” The other man scoffed. “Who knows. And maybe these two sides missed each other. Who fucking knows, huh?!” It went quiet for a little. “… so, uh- calling it even? On our contest here?” “I fucking guess.” Mike still couldn’t look at him. There was hesitation then- “… but, y’know. We could- properly compare sometimes. You come over to my place, or I to yours. Bring the entire thing.” For a moment, Phone Guy paused, surprised. Then he tilted his head and smiled a little. “… I think I’d like that, Mike.” “It’s a date then-“ He realized what he said and jumped up beet red. “DEAL. IT’S A DEAL THEN. A DEAL. A NORMAL DEAL!” Phoney laughed. “Yes, uh- obviously. A deal. Sounds like it’ll be good.” They each went to do their own responsibility for the day- but feeling a little bit happier. (You are so big-brained and I wish I had half your mind, my god. It feels a bit ego-trippy to follow and like a creator who makes stuff based around my own- but I can’t lie, I love everything I get to see on your blog! Thank you for yet another treat! I wish I could repay you, but for now have this :3)

a guard's life au where the only thing that changes is that simon and mike are both rock collectors. ABSOLUTE NERDS i love it.

mike has this specific, gorgeous geode he's kept for years because it's just so beautiful. and when simon is showing off his rock collection he shows off HIS beautiful geode, and mike is like "what the fuck that looks a lot like mine" and when they put the two geode slices together

it literally forms the full geode it was once.

they were DESTINED TO BE TOGETHER. BY ROCKS. FUCKING ROCKS.

#microphone #simon mccall #mike schmidt #am I allowed to spamlike your stuff? God if I know #Again thank you so much

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Hey, Mod, you gonna post feet pics? OwO

I swear to god Pink, I fucking adore you, I’d bleed for you, you’re my best friend and I think you’re the best thing since glazed donuts with sprinkles, but why do you do this to me? Why. Why????? Pink. Please. When have you last updated your blog, Pink. It’s been more than a year and a half. And I know I disappear for month and am not much better, but please Pink, please, why are you doing this to me, why are you appearing on this blog to ask for feet pics when Mikey hasn’t been put into the washing machine for over a year. Where are Fritz’s cool skateboard stunts, Pink? Where’s my bitchass Puppetboy, Pink, I am starving, I am opening and closing my mouth like a baby bird, please, I am crying, give me something, where’s my @ask-the-graveyard-shift content Pink, after everything we’ve been through, this is what you respawned for on this hellsite- Is my suffering eternal? Will there never be an update? THIS IS A CALLOUT FOR ASK-THE-GRAVEYARD-SHIFT. THEY’RE A BITCHASS MOTHERFUCKER. THEY HAVEN’T ANSWERED MY ASKS YET. THAT’S RIGHT, ASK-THE-GRAVEYARD-SHIFT TORMENTS MY SOUL AND EATS MY HOPE FOR THIS UNIVERSE AND I HAVEN’T EVEN GOTTEN A SINGLE MALCOLM IN RETURN. DOES THAT SOUND LIKE THE DEEDS OF A GOOD PERSON?! NO! I WILL GO OVER TO YOUR BLOG AND I WILL DEMAND MY BOY OR ANY BOY FOR THAT MATTER, I MISS THEM ALL-PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINK- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

#YOU AND TUMBLR HAVE A LOT IN COMMON #MAINLY KILLING ME INSIDE AND OUTSIDE #kiddo

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It's fine, you don't need to apologize! I just get worried very easily hdhdshhshshshdh-

It's a good trait, if you have at least some ways to reassure yourself! Being worried and caring can get tough, especially around turbolent times like these. It's always a bit of a light spot when people manages to preserve that part of themselves. Just don't let it eat you up! And when it comes to me, remember, the only thing that can kill me is to be properly set on fire and by god, nobody in this series has managed to so far.

#kiddo

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could we see an alternate universe where Marion and Henry join forces to fight off something bigger then them? i think that would be neat :)

There was the sound of a stampede. The entire Pizza Plex was shaking.   A hundred, a thousand of clawed feet, moving in unison, heavy metal moving at terrifying speeds. Two people were hiding, breathlessly. It was frankly a miracle they had managed to slip out of sight, into an area too high up for the machines to scale. A thousand pairs of eyes, hidden behind star-shaped sunglasses were staring up. A thousand voices calling out. “RockAnDRoOLLL-“ Henry hissed through his closed teeth. Blood was dripping down his arm. “See what you did to us?! See what you did?! You thought you were safe? You arrogant child! You are selfish, but even worse, you are FOOLISH! And now look at you! Look at US!” The Marionette showed his teeth but didn’t move. One of his legs was shredded, revealing the mechanical insides. Wires were hanging out, sparking every so often, causing the machine to wince every time, losing grip over his powers. Henry laughed, but it wasn’t an amused laugh. It was sarcastic and cold. “Thought you they would spare you, did you not? And if not, that they would not be able to track you if you teleported? Tough luck. There are no souls inside of them. And they know where you are, always. You are buying time, but not freedom. They WILL find Jeremy if they are following you. And what then?” “Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!” “You are oh, SO smart, and so right, I should be quiet, because clearly you only make wise choices without me. You FREED these lizard machines. These murder machines, mindless and violent. Not even anything akin to what I would have made… no artistic vision, no intend to be lived in, just disgusting workerbots, not any different from- from a damn CAR! From a damn conveyor belt! It is disgusting and you have ignored my warnings when I told you before! So now tell me- what will we do?” “I-“ “Go on! Teleport! If you DO think it works! Lure them to your location… make escaping for me easier.” Abruptly the Marionette closed its claw around the man’s neck, picking him up and dangling him above the ravenous horde of Montys. He brought his face very, very close to his own. “… what makes you think you would have the CHANCE to even TRY and escape once I am gone?” But Henry’s face became split by a terrible smile. “Certainly. Then the Montys will not even need to split their attention between us. They simply can all come for you… and Jeremy.” For a few seconds, they stayed like that, Henry legs hanging over the snapping maws. Then- “… you get to live for now.” “… smart.” “Count yourself LUCKY.” It was quiet. Henry’s black eyes stared into the little white dots of Marion’s. He was still smiling, and it drove the Marionette mad. Aggressively he grinded his teeth. Finally- “WHAT? WHAT IS SO FUNNY?” “Charlie.” “DO NOT CALL ME-“ “You have no idea what to do, do you?” “I WILL DO FINE WITHOUT YOU-“ “You are lucky I like you, Charlie. You are lucky that you are still the smartest kid I had ever had the pleasure to capture. Now, that might have to do with my method of capture, but that does not change the facts. You are stubborn, you do not think your action through. But I do. I paid attention. We will need to find the screwdriver- or put in the showtime disc.” Furious, but barely holding back, the Marionette looked at the swarm beneath them. “What- for WHAT!? A screwdriver?! Showtime disc?! You think you can dismantle these monsters?!” “No. But see, while you were roaming around causing nothing but chaos, I studied this place. And I made some very interesting observations.” He leaned back on their ledge. “Time is not, in fact, linear in this Fazbear Location. Now, it certainly is not the first where an abundance of souls has started to bend the space-time around them, but I never have it seen so fragile. It is highly tied to routines. The grabbing of the screwdriver is one such routine- it sets the time to four AM.” “Are you insane?” “You do not trust me?” Henry rose an eyebrow. “Try it out then. The Montys will disappear with the time jump. Ah, and before you wonder why you now should not simply take this knowledge, shove me to the Montys and then make them disappear when they are done with me- they are most certainly not the only thing that this location has to offer.” Marion looked at him coldly, and he stared back, unmoved. Finally, one of them had to give and surprisingly enough it was Henry. Slightly he tilted his head, his eyes slimming. “I want an agreement with you, Marion. I will hold to my side of the bargain, you know I will. I have no way of knowing you will hold to your side- but I like to think that karma will make you pay if you dare not to.” “What is that agreement.” “You will help me. I will help you. It is that simple. I will not throw you to the wolves. I will come to aid you, I will go out of my way for it. I WILL ask you to do the same for me. I understand it is a lot to ask of you, but we will work best as a team and should stick together while we are in this strange location...” Marion scoffed quietly, but offered his hand. “… alright.” And Henry took it. “Alright. Get the screwdriver, now. I will keep the Montys’ attention… though I am sure you will be fast enough to not even need that. Not to mention, the office where the screwdriver is locked in is secured.”

(From there on I like to think that Time-Variance-Authority Agent Moon will get Marion and he has to be saved by Henry, together with Jeremy. On that note, please watch Astralspiff and his video about Speedrunning Security Breach/Beating it without running. It is INSANE. The way SB works is INSANE. Like, please. Time travel? The animatronics being batshit insanely programmed? Fucking canonic “Lock-In” parties? Where you lock in a bunch of kids and just- nobody is allowed in or out? A second location beneath the first location? The way Roxy gets run over is SO stupid. And the magic arcades being now CANON? Like, sure, we had them in fnaf 6, but those were more so memories of real events instead of the brainwashing thing- SB is basically a dsaf sequel already, all its missing is the characters)

#henry miller #the marionette #tumblr kills me every day a little more

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*crawls over and offers up many types of curry* pklease pokemon, I require jeremy and puppet ship frome you. I am starving

(Ask and you shall receive* *may only receive multiple years later, I am so sorry) “Marion.” “Yes, Jeremy?” “Can I ask you something… personal?” “… I guess.” The large Marionette, who sat beside him looked at him. “What is it?” Jeremy paused. “… this might too much, so just- don’t answer if it’s too bad, okay?” “Get it out already.” Jeremy looked into the distance for a few moments. “… what does it feel like- to die? Did you- meet an angel or something?” He was met with silence and looked up at him worried. After another moment, Jerry got too anxious. “H-hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” “It felt like nothing.” Marion’s voice was distant, and cold. “It felt like nothing at all. There was pain before death, but when death eventually came, it was like nothing. I was kept alive for so long, that it was just- there was only one moment between me dying and me possessing the body. A moment between me trashing and growing weaker and- all of it. A small moment where something changed.” Charlie looked at the ceiling. “It was a pop like a bubble and waking up to a fresh breath. For me, that breath felt as bad as before. There was no… angel of death, no god, no voice, there was no cloaked reaper either. Nothing but this pop.” He didn’t breathe anymore. Yet he wanted to take a breath. “… I never wanted to think about it again. And yet this is the one thing I can’t forget. I don’t even remember my mother’s face. I don’t remember if I loved her or hated her. I don’t remember how I met Lucas. There’s so many things I would prefer remembering. And it was taken from me.” The boy looked at his claws, then stretched them. He didn’t remember if the metal more felt like fingers or fingernails. The soft sensation of Jeremy’s hair against his arm woke him up from that contemplation. “… thank you for sharing that with me. A bubble pop… I see…” Softly the Marionette put an arm around him, feeling the odd need to reassure him. “… it’s not so bad. Everything around it was terrible, but the death was fine.” “That is at least something. I’m glad.” They stayed together for a little, just like that. Softly Marion petted over his hair. It was peaceful. Until… “Jeremy. Can I ask you something personal in return?” “Of course!” The machine’s grip tighten on his arm.   “How do you still believe in god? Even after everything?” For a few moments, Jeremy thought about his response. Then he shook his head. “… you won’t like my answer. I hope that’s okay.” “That’s okay. I can handle it.” “I still believe in god, because…” He cuddled. “… I love you.” “Th- that’s- I- how d-does that relate?” “Well… I love you. I can only love you because you are here. You wouldn’t be here if the terrible thing hasn’t happened to you. Isn’t that bizarre? Something terrible has happened and yet now things have changed so much and you’re still here, even if you shouldn’t be and there is good in the bad-“ He gestured. “The world is a terrible place and yet the world is a good place. Everything goes terrible, people are suffering and still here we are, loving each other. People are terrible and yet people help each other and when you ask a person if they could wait for just a second, they will do that for you, even if you’re a stranger. We’re all very flawed. But good exists. We can be good. Even if nothing would come from it. That is a piece of god.” Charlie slowly shook his head. He didn’t want to be mean about this, but he didn’t believe it. This made no sense. Softly Jeremy laughed. “… just ask me. I’ll answer you the best I can.” “… if there’s a god, why don’t people get their deserved punishment?” “That’s our job, as people. Why do people do evil things? We talked about this before. Evil leads to evil leads to evil. Where do we start punishing? Where do we stop?” They had this talk before, but Charlie couldn’t help it. He was angry. “You’re working with two- THREE murderers!” “And you killed too.” “You can’t put me on the same stage as- as THOSE two!” Vaguely he gestured at the Purple Guy and Orange Guy who were currently pitting two cockroaches against each other. Jeremy softly nodded. “No and yes. Killing is killing. Killing is a sin. Even when you do it for the better. Even in self-defense. That doesn’t mean you’re wrong for doing it… we humans haven’t ever been meant to be free from sin. How could we be? We became humans by sinning, and we learned from every sin in history and every sin we’ve done ourselves. Sin co-exist with forgiveness- and forgiveness is probably the most human thing we’re capable of. And that is good.” “You think I should FORGIVE them?!” “No! But you could. And that in itself is fantastic. You could also forgive yourself. And that is god-like.” This didn’t feel right. Nothing about this felt right. Annoyed the Marionette pulled him closer and looked at his partner’s face. “… what kind of sin have YOU committed then? If everybody had to.” “I stole gum once.” His deeply frowning face looked up at the Marionette, full of regret. “… I’ll never forget how disappointed and disgusted Mr. Phone Guy was with me when I told him during the interview…” “Oh, shut up.” Charlie growled. “That is nothing. You’re nothing. Why ARE you like this. Give me another reason for believing in god.” Jeremy shrugged. “… because it reassures me. Because I know there’s something out there that keeps everything moving. No matter what happens, it brings us somewhere and that thought makes me happy.” “So, because you’re a coward.” “Maybe.” He smiled. “I like thinking about the good things, which there are MANY of, despite everything. Like I like thinking about you.” “You’re-“ The animatronic fell back and groaned. “… I- like thinking about you too. I guess. I love you. Hey- very quick can you promise me something?” “Yes?” “Never let me talk to you about god and morality ever again. Every time we do I get the need to shake you.” The guard snickered. “Deal. Instead, I’ll ask you something ELSE super personal… that you might not want to answer and that is okay…” “Please.” “What… is your favorite color?” Marion sighed. Then couldn’t help but laugh too. “… green.” “What!? Green?!” Jeremy sat up, surprised. “Hey, that’s just like me! Light or dark?” “Yes, just like you. I wonder how that came.” Softly smiling, Charlie leaned back. “… both are good.” “Bright for coloring! Dark for clothes. Oh, we should redecorate a room for us! A green room!” They sat back, talking among each other. Maybe they would make a room. And it would be nice.

#the marionette #Jeremy Fitzgerald #They don't always understand each other but they love each other regardless #Tbh this writing didn't go where I wanted it to so sorry for the jumbled mess #Hope the core of it is still there though!

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OK ANON WAS ME AND I WAS SCARED FOR YOU-

I'm glad you're alive, and I hope you start doing better mentally

Fun fact: I died long ago! Now the only thing that can keep me from getting back on tumblr is a PROPER exorcism. On a more serious note- I’m sorry I worried you. Honestly, I’m sorry to everyone I haven’t talked to in a while. I can’t explain it, I can’t excuse it, and I’m sorry. To everyone who I lost touch with- I do mean it, I apologize. But I hope you moved on to bigger and better things. Thank you for the time you spent with me. I still think of you sometimes and I hope you’re happy. You deserve it!

#kiddo #being a bit nostalgic these days

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To mod

What do you look like? (Hair, eye, skin color. Face shape. Other descriptions you think are important. You can send a picture if you're comfortable, but I'm just asking for descriptions)

What is your favorite colors? Would you wear them all the time?

What is your favorite animal?

What is your favorite fictional creature?

If you worked at a Fazbear location, where would you work? (FNAF 1 location? FNAF 2? Fazbear Frights? Circus Baby Pizza World? The Rockstar location?)

Who is your favorite animatronic from the place you'd work?

If you got stuffed in a suit, but got an option to change after death, would you pick a suit of your favorite animal, your favorite fictional creature, or would you still wear the suit you're giving?

Preferred pronouns?

Would you wear a dress or pants?

Jesus Christ, that sure is a lot! Now, first thing: I know you, anon, probably meant to be nice and are planning something cool, but I personally will recommend to anyone reading this- NEVER SEND PEOPLE PICTURES OF YOURSELF. UNLESS YOU ARE VERY SECURE YOU KNOW THEM WELL AND THEY DO THE SAME. YOU’RE VERY EASILY TRACKED VIA PICTURES. Now, that aside! I won’t describe myself, but I can offer you a self-insert I made for fun. It’s very ~cringe~, a guard in the same position of Vanny. (Yes I have an image, though I’m far too embarrassed to just throw it out here, if you want to see it, feel free to send another ask >//-//>) Light brown hair (blonde as a kid), blue eyes, pale because I do not know the loving touch of the sun, usually wearing it in a low ponytail for work, far more curly when open. Favorite color? Purple, but I feel the color I most associate with myself is blue! I’d gladly wear blue stuff all the time, though irl I hardly care about my appearance/clothes. I’m totally the “blue hoodie” type though. Favorite animal/fictional creature? There’s a lot of cool animals. And while fictional it’s probably dragon (but really only the big-winged, horned variety), real it’s cats. What can I say? I grew up with them, I like them. There’s a lot of animals that are great, but feline grace and behavior always vibed with me. Fun fact! When I was young, I was really fond of unicorns, which is really funny to think back of. It gets doubly as funny because I was a rather aggressive child- and unicorns were known to be aggressive, something I wasn’t even aware of back then. Dragons have the better deal though. Wings, claws, tails, fire breath- what is there more to love? Shapechangers and mimics are also pretty cool, but they hardly count as creatures. Which of the locations would I work at? Hm. I like the fnaf 2 gameplay style, but I doubt I would work in such a major, loud place. I honestly think working at Fazbear’s Fright would be a ton of fun- much less ruckus and you get to be spoopy. Bonus for being able to listen to podcasts/music while repairing/cleaning stuff, couldn’t really do that while serving customers or that stuff. Though frankly, I think any location would be cool. Circus Baby’s too would work well, if I’m taking care of bringing them to their rental place instead of crawling around through scary vents. Who is your favorite animatronic from the place you'd work? With Fright’s I have it easy, since I’d have only Springtrap. But I would be very very fond of him, I think! I love mechanic contraption, I’d love to see him walk and react to stuff, probably even talk to him. I might also really like the Puppet remnants, thinking they’re super freaky and maybe even putting on the mask for fun. In Circus Baby’s, it would HONESTLY be the Minireenas. I don’t know, the big animatronics are all rather intimidating, though Baby might be my second favorite from her personality. The Minireenas though are really cute, I’d love to carry them around with me. Hell, might even smuggle one home. Stuffed- change, yay or nay? There’s a fair chance I’d be keeping the suit I got, but try to make it more unique- I think if I was stuffed, the BIGGEST issues for me would be one of thousands. I want to be me! It’s Me It's Me It's Me! If I was in one of the more obscure suits, I’d might stick to it, if I feel a bit too mass-produced, I’d probably switch to my favorite animal. Pronouns Whatever is fine, really! Though I ~prefer~ it to be one of the three common ones, to be easy on my brain. Also, I'd like for the talker to try to stick to whatever they picked for the same reason. I am incredibly small brained, I know. And yeah, I’m more the pants kind of person. Thanks for this long ask! It was very flattering that someone would have so many questions for and about me, hah- Hope you got the answers you were looking for! I always love talking about fnaf favorites and all that.

#kiddo #does it make me arrogant to have enjoyed this? #It was just really fun to not immediately generate a thousand ideas and just sit down and go through a checklist hah #Thank you for your ask

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You alive...? I got grounded and I'm still worried about you-

It's hard to die when you never leave the house! No traffic accident, weather based damage or humongous birds that would carry me away! And Henry has not finished his soul transfer to use my body to take over this world, so we're good on that front too. I'm still in one piece physically. Mentally I'm kinda the equivalent of when you make a little animal out of playdough and then crush it in your hand. But that's not all bad. Schools eating me alive with big, year long projects haunting me. I haven't abandoned my BOYS yet though, but I've stepped back a little. Hope your grounding will pass or has passed! And that you won't get into any further trouble at home ^u^ Good luck and good day to all who read this actually. And to say it in the most german accent I can muster: "I'll be bAck."

#kiddo

[lucarioisinthevoid]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MIKE!! :DD HERE'S TO ANOTHER GREAT YEAR!!!

“FUCKING HELP ME! HEEEELP ME!” He screamed at the Anon, while he was cornered by four bears. “THEY’RE ABSOLUTELY INSANE. AND ALSO, WHAT IS HE DOING HERE?” The real Fredbear radiated his golden energy. “I HAVE COME TO CELEBRATE YOUR BIRTHDAY, MY CHILD.” “I AM NOT A FUCKING CHILD-“ “Y-yess you are! Y-you are- are A BIRTHDAY BOOYYYYYYYYYY~” Funtime Freddy leaned dangerously close. “BONBON! A- a REAAAL b-birthDAY boyyyy!!! What- d-do we do?!” “Why, we sing for him of course, Freddy!” Bonbon snickered. “Singing, yes, obviously.” Freddy said, nodding, raising his microphone. “I will do my best!” Toy Freddy rose his too. “ON THREE!” The real Fredbear commanded. “ONE.” “SOMEONE- HELP ME!” “TWO” “PLEASE I DON’T WANT TO FUCKING GO DEAF-“ “THr-“ “EMPLOYEEEEEEEE?” Phone Guy’s voice sounded through the room, immediately stopping everything in its tracks. The manager was walking up quickly, looking between the animatronics and him. His rotary clicked- then he spoke. “Happy Birthday, Mike! You, uh- you’re ready for your private show!” “P-private show.” He wasn’t sure if he heard that right. “What fucking kind of-“ “The one with Ballora of course! You know. The one you booked. For your birthday. Y’know. Like all people who book their birthdays here can get. Ballora comes in, brings cake, sings for you, and uh- plays games. Like any other animatronic. But you picked Ballora. Because she’s a great animatronic.” Mike, putting two and two together and realizing that she probably would be the ONLY animatronic not being overly excited over the matter, started nodding. “Oh- yeah. Right. Yeah. That- birthday party thing. Yeah.” Simon turned to the bears. “Uh- sorry everyone. But Mike will get his birthday song from someone else! You, uh- go back to work.” Grumbling to themselves, all the bears walked off, with the real Fredbear disappearing into thin air. Stepping closer to Mike he handed him a little package. Brown, unassuming, book-shaped. Just what Mike liked. “Happy Birthday.” With that Simon moved forward and pressed his dial against Mike’s lips, who started to grin like an idiot. “I love you. Uh- obviously.” “… you’re the only fucking guy who gets to know my birthday. Ever.” Leaning over, he gently headbutt him, before giving him a kiss too. “I love you too.” They remained close for a moment, before the Phone Guy finally broke away, seeming in higher spirits. “Well! I’ll go and get, uh- Ballora. She’ll just bring the cake, but no singing or something. And then we’ll just relax in the party room a little, how does that sound.” “Great! I’m looking forward to it.” Holding up the book, he looked at his partner, expectantly. “… is this going to be cringe?” “I tried my best when picking it out.” “I’ll read the painful parts to you.” “I sure hope so!” He laughed. “Get comfortable. I’ll be right back.” You know. Maybe celebrating one’s birthday a LITTLE wasn’t so bad.

#mike schmidt #phone guy #microphone

[lucarioisinthevoid]

I feel guilty April 1st just past and No One said happy Birthday to Mike. so happy birthday my dude.

The man slammed his head on the table in the party zone. He had tried to ignore this Anon last year, but it came back to haunt him. “Fuck my birthday, it’s not my birthday, I don’t have a birthday, I was fucking spawned into this reality by hatred, nobody can prove that it has ever been my fucking birthday-“ He sat up abruptly and screamed. “LAST YEAR HAD BEEN SO NICE. THE YEAR BEFORE THAT TOO. NOBODY ACKNOWLEDGED MY BIRTHDAY. IT WAS GREAT. STOP FEELING FUCKING BAD, I WAS DOING PERFECTLY FINE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH-“ Groaning he slammed back down once more. For a few seconds, it stayed silent. Yet for some reason the hair on his neck stood up. It was as though every nerve in his body told him he was in danger. Very slowly he sat up, frowning to himself. He didn’t notice the four bear-shaped shadows behind him. “Why… do I fucking hear boss music?” They spoke as one. “DID SOMEONE SAY… (B-)BIRTHDAY?” Mike turned around. And screamed.

#mike schmidt