surveillancebunny
Watchful Bunny
If you make a sound, he can see you. [Fandomless OC Blog] [Main blog to @artificialhearts]
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theauthorlives:
@surveillancebunny said: “STAY AWAKE, KID. We can’t let the grownups go unsupervised tonight!”
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* You jolt upright at the snap. At first, you glance around in fear that an adult caught you napping. Instead, there is a small rabbit. One of the animatronics, you think.
* You turn on your chair to face Dusty and inquire whether he knows what the grownups are planning.
“...... No idea... But that’s why we gotta stay awake! I’m pretty sure they’re planning something ... “
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Honestly, Dusty is a disrespectful, confrontational little brat to most strangers - except for the elderly. If he had any, he would definitely play favorites with grandparents.
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Dusty can be found curled in a ball inside of sinks... They’re comfy.
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"Dangit, Bonnie. Now I owe Freddy money! Go back to Parts and Services!"
"Welcome back, rabbit. Try not to get banged up this time, yeah? And be sure to visit Fred too...he's really missed you."
"NEVER!" His voice box nearly broke, he yelled so loud! "That place was so bogus! They'll have to drag me in by my dead shell to get me back in there..."
The rabbit's proud attitude dissipated fast at the mention of his bear bud, "W-Wait, Freddy missed me? Oh jeez- I'll go say hi to him right away! Thanks for tellin' me!" What kind of bunny best friend would he be if he let his best pal down like this?
Glamrock Bonnie over at @artificialhearts <3
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“It is of my opinion that every group deserves a bunny…!”
#I looked back at this and it made me smile#so it gets a reblog to here#bunnys welcome#art#self promo
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BIG FAN of this friendly 80's dad bear, so here's some doodles
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robotmamabear:
She softly laughs as she listens to the li’l guy drone on, the only evidence of it being the subtle bobbing of her shoulders, but it all grinds to a halt when she’s asked the specifics about her colour palette. Honey seems to blanch for a moment or two, giving the back of her head a scratch as she tries to come up with a way to answer his question. Even after all this time, she hadn’t ever been asked something like that, much less thought of how she’d go about explaining how she came to be.
The bear clears her throat awkwardly before choking out a response. “Well, uh, yeah you could say that,” she doesn’t actually specify what option she means. “S’pose I just like blue.”
And, after her offer was rejected, she nodded sagely as she answered. “Let’s just say, I have my reasons. But if you’re concerned about getting hurt ya don’t need to be. I’m more than capable of protecting you if need be.” Honey went to reach for her concealed weapon in the big pack that rested on her back, but changed her mind abruptly, fearing she’d scare the poor bun away. Instead, she pretended like she’d intended to scratch her ear as he agreed. “I’d really appreciate it! Maybe you’d be able to give me something of a history lesson on this particular location, too. Let’s walk, shall we?”
Honey motions again for him to follow before starting her journey towards the security office, somewhere in the back. “Anything and everything you know will help me immensely. So feel free to divulge as much as you like.”
The rabbit didn’t indicate whether or not he seemed to notice her little verbal sidestep, and merely appeared to accept the answer without question. “‘Kay, guess that makes sense.” His easy dismissal may have been a sign that he already got bored - though it was more likely an attempt to avoid a more confrontational subject. Origins were either a happy or sad story for them; no where in between!
Instead, he allowed the subject to instead focus on the more interesting topic. His large ears tilted back as he lifted his head to peer around up at the walls, seemingly looking beyond the walls and into the rooms beyond - or rather, picturing those rooms. Trying to imagine something of worth to mention...
“Well- I guess that’s nice of you?” He admitted, though his tone lacked any negative judgement or criticism, “I’d rather just run away though - and that would mean you’re the one who’s gonna get left in a bunch of trouble, cause you can’t follow me.” He warned, duo-colored optics narrowing and focusing on her taller stature, “Least, I don’t think you could... You’re too big for the ceiling vents.” Being child-sized, it seemed the bunny had the sense to completely evade conflict, even if he could confront something.
The building really wasn’t all to big, or impressive. Most of it was the typical abandoned building routine; cobwebs, dust, empty crates, boxes, and broken, unusable debris on the floor. Even less impressive, the building had a grand total of four different rooms - none of which contained anything too interesting. But he’d let her figure that out for herself, only helpfully mentioning during their small walk, “I don’t know much about this place... ‘cept that it’s empty now. It was always closed.” At least, it had always been closed when he was here. That seemed to be all the useful information he had to offer... “But- y’know. Anyone can get in here. The uh, the homeless folk get kinda testy in the winter times, so... just watch out.”
#oh no I hope you'll feel better soon!#Also I'm glad you like that reference!#I like to open up the world a lil bit!#ic#rp#robotmamabear
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robotmamabear:
Honey blinked owlishly as the toy was gifted to her, standing up to her full fight and examining it in her paw. She smiled, amused, and let out a chuckle.
“Astute observation, bugs. I suppose you can tell I like the colour, because it makes up about 40% of me.” She motioned towards her long flowing hair, the peculiar shade of her mouth that made it look like she had eaten a blue popsicle, and yes, the big blue sniffer stuck in the middle of her face.
She did note the look she was given earlier and tried a more subtle approach to earning the friendship of the li’l guy. “Yep, I’ve got a handful of animatronic friends. And some folks who prefer to present more paranormally.” She pocketed the ball before a flashlight was taken from her belt and flicked on. “I’ve visited a fair few different restaurants like this. I could write a book about it, but, I don’t exactly have the cash to settle a lawsuit from the Big Bad.”
Honey motioned for Dusty to follow with a wave of her paw. “You wanna help me investigate this place? I could use the expertise of some-bunny who knows it well.” She gave him a playful wink.
Huh... Guess she doesn’t get annoyed easy. The bunny was almost impressed when she accepted the toy almost like it was a gift, rather than just some random thing he picked up off the floor. Her amused smile was infectious, making him smile, satisfied that she seemed to be a good sport.
“...I guess I like blue too, if I’m being honest.” He admitted, shrugging his small shoulders. “But did you do that? Or were you made with those blue colors?” Truthfully, he couldn’t quite tell with this one. She wasn’t any sort of Chuck E Cheese or Freddy Fazbear model, that’s for sure... At least, not a mascot he immediately recognized, anyways.
“...Yanno, if I could, I’d totally dye my fur blue... oh, and yellow! And... actually, rainbow would be the best.” The rabbit suddenly seemed happy to babble on about colors, but he stopped himself there as the option to explore the rest of the abandoned building was extended to him. The dark, dirt-infested hallway contained a lot of promise for exploration. But the bunny immediately made a face at the offer. “No thanks. I don’t like exploring, why would you even explore places like this?! We might run into something bad, and I’d rather keep my ears on.” The bunny reasoned, consciously reaching up to lightly paw at the base of his ears.
He frowned, suddenly realizing that his declination would come off as somewhat rude... “...But, uh. I guess- I guess there’s actually nothing really here right now that can do that, so... I can show you around a little bit.”
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too lazy to whip up a decent starter… anyone who’s interested in interacting with the OG FnaF gang, feel free to like this post~
~Follows from @surveillancebunny
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robotmamabear:
Honey noted the distinctly mechanical voice eminating from Dusty via the speaker on his chest, and took it as confirmation that she was indeed speaking to a child. Her expression softened as she came to the realization and so too did her affect. She was decently experienced with speaking to things she suspected or knew to be haunted, so the way she would accomplish her task of evidence gathering and soul soothing was practiced.
“You can call me Honey,” she replied, “I’m just a visitor but it seems like you may have been here a while.”
From her knowledge, the Fazbear location she was currently breaking-and-entering into had been closed for some time. She hadn’t yet spotted any of the recognizable mascots of the place, and seemed to be curious about the little silver friend she did find. Honey holds out a friendly paw, palm up, an invitation of comraderie and hopefully a step in the right direction of gaining Dusty’s trust.
“I’ve met a lot of folks just like you. Good to see another face in here, regardless, places like this can feel a bit spooky at this hour.”
Something about the knowing look in her softened expression, and the overly friendly presentation irked at him a little bit... Reminding him of the overly kind, patronizing adults from a long time ago. His friendly grin turned into more of a smirk, giving her a questioning look. “If you say so.” He wouldn’t confirm nor deny, but she was certainly correct... He must have been here a long time.
Hard to tell how long it’s been exactly... He really didn’t care about that detail.
“You’ve met others?” He cooed out in intrigue, considering her offered paw as if it were a questionable piece of food. Rather than taking her paw to politely shake it, the rabbit instead briefly snatched up an old, dirty rubber ball from the floor. Promptly plopping the unwanted object onto her upturned paw, before continuing to speak as if nothing happened.
“Your nose is blue, Ms Honey.” The observation was very random, and he offered absolutely no explanation as why he suddenly switched the topic to something so innocuous. “That’s kinda weird. I like it though. It’s just a weird color.”
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//Oops I drew him sad again.
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“... Yanno what sucks about being a loser? Watching meaner, worse losers than you actually do better. I swear, it feels like I was born to lose the whole, ‘natural selection’ game, but for some reason, I still keep kickin’ around for way too long.”
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“At least I got to stay long enough to see video games get really good.”
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"Can youse please let me get to my locker? I just want my freaking bottle of water." (Yancy, theauthorlives, -wave wave- I was going to send the grandpa but apparently Yancy dibbed the ask)
"Sure ya can! If ya guess the combination!" The silver rabbit was grinning widely from his spot atop the row of lockers. Right next to him was an open vent shaft attached to the wall - no doubt the tunnel he planned to scurry off to if there were any sudden movements. "I found this lock somewhere on the floor - neat, huh??" Yancy's previously unlocked and open locker was now locked behind a small padlock with a number dial... The sort that one would see kids using in school. There was a chance the rabbit didn't even know the actual combination before hastily slapping it over Yancy's specific locker.
Poor Yancy... The bunny either despised the man and wanted to make everything in his life more difficult, or he thrived off of the negative attention that their antics brought out... It was difficult to tell how the bunny was feeling when he was too busy giggling over his little trick.
The bunny was still grinning impishly as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, looking very pleased with himself. "Ya think ya can guess it??"
@theauthorlives
#YANCYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEE#Hiiii I'm so happy to see you! <3#Both Yancy and Grandpa are more than welcome!#Poor Yancy basically has an extremely annoying little kid brother bothering him now haha#ic bunny talks#asks message received#theauthorlives#dreamingofmuses
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robotmamabear:
“Strange? That’s the best deal you’re-”
Honey has to pause to remember where she was, who she was talking to, and most importantly, don’t quote lines from inappropriate video games. Especially if you’re talking to what you suspect to be a child.
“…I mean, oh, hi! I thought this place was empty!” her voice goes from a stern scolding to a high pitched chirp in the middle of a sentence. She crouches down onto one knee to address the li'l bun and puts on something of an exaggerated smile.
“Have you been here long?” She hopes the weird face she’s making doesn’t come off that way.
There was a familiar feeling of ignorance, somehow sensing there was almost some kind of reference being uttered. The moment passed by quite quickly though, and the bunny fixed her with a look full of suspicion.
“Oh did you.” Something about that exaggerated smile - it was definitely too much. Not exactly the creepiest thing he’d seen yet though.
Abruptly, the rabbit’s suspicious stare switched into a friendly, inviting grin. His artificially childlike voice seeming to raise in pitch in a similar manner to Honey’s sudden chirp. "I have no idea~!” The rabbit paused a moment after his answer to grin at her, as if he’d just told a joke. “Don’t exactly have a calendar in here.” His soft, nub-like paws poked at his own temple, “And screw trying to keep track by counting all the days! I was really bad at that.” A pause as the rabbit took in the larger bear’s features, unable to put his paw on why she seemed so unnerving. “So, who are you?”
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were u killed?
"That... is a pretty personal question. And also, a very dumb question. I mean.
It's pretty obvious I died.
If we were playin' 20 questions, I'd consider that a waste of a question!"
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...Is that... a...
“A visitor! Hello, friend! You make strange noises-”
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hello?
Hmm, I hear something... Like clockwork, the compulsive need to investigate and find the source of the noise prompted him out of his hiding - the source was rather, surprising.
"Hmmmm... Hello? Who's out there?" ...
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