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#Reincarnated Vessel Gregory
starry-skies-116 · 2 years
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shit quality for a shitpost amirite
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mikewheelerfan2022 · 2 years
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Y’know that headcanon I gave to you last time? That remnant and soul energy has been experimented with since ancient times?
Well, what if there actually were quite a handful of successful creations- other successful vessels and reincarnations of deceased people?
Most of the attempts were amalgamations of restless souls glued and stitched together with remnant that didn’t last long due to the instability and self-destruction of the tesseract core sustaining them.
The successful ones, however- animated by heavy remnant infusion, primitive versions of body reconstruction surgery that evolved and grew more sophisticated with time, as well as glyphs/charms to seal the spirits inside the tesseract core (a high-energy core with near-limitless power that houses the soul and grants power to the vessel) inside the constructed vessel intended for use were all the products of dabbling in dark acts that were later banned from society entirely, as dabbling in human experimentation and genetics were later realized as a violation of human rights and NOT acceptable, obviously.
After all, where do you think the famous horror tale of Frankenstein and His Monster came from?
However, these successful creations had a desire- to live. To once again truly experience the joys and sorrows, ups and downs and ins and outs of life as human beings like they once were. They had a complex, infinitely vast and diverse array emotions similar to humans, and a human consciousness. They had a fear of death- they could laugh and cry. That later gave birth to goals, to different personalities, to a preference in people and relationships, to likes and dislikes, to independent pioneering and the development of their self-guiding hands in life.
As the creations became more sentient and intelligent, they became more human- and the more they gained memories of their past life, the more they became violent and dangerous out of the sheer grief and trauma present in their re-developing minds. Higher authorities deemed them a threat, and they were thus terminated, the vessels and tesseract cores discarded, and the remnant destroyed via separation from inhabitance and exposure to high temperatures.
And the worst part? It's unknown if some of these historic creations were ever truly destroyed or not.
Gregory and Charlie remain the only two known surviving and truly, completely successful creations to this day.
Dunno ‘bout you, but if the gang learned about that, that would fuck their brains up quite a bit lmao-
Oh god yeah that is messed up
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blue-rose-soul · 2 years
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GlamMike Theory is Fun(TM) but may I propose an alternative take:
Instead of moving on, Crying Child’s soul simply relocates to a new vessel. You know exactly where I’m going with this, CC becomes Glamrock Freddy. He’s looking for the members of his family he knows didn’t cross over after the fake pizzeria burned down, but over time loses bits of his memory to Glamrock Freddy’s programming. All he really remembers is his desire for family.
Michael, meanwhile, reincarnates (no idea if reincarnation is a thing in the FNAF universe, just go with it) into Gregory in order to keep screwing over his old man, plus fighting evil animatronics is a hell of a lot easier as an energetic gremlin child rather than as a crusty old zombie.
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fczbecrspizzc · 3 years
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// a lot of people would typically ask gregory why and how he managed to reincarnate-- to which, gregory himself would shrug, because he doesn’t know-- but there is a reason as to why, and that’s over the six year timespan between ffps and ucn where gregory was keeping william in hell, there was a crack in that place.
a crack that allowed william’s remnant to squirm out piece-by-piece and infect the CPUs left behind by fazbear ent., but it wasn’t just him; greg’s own remnant had filtered out and eventually attached itself to gavin’s birth parents.
it’s why gregory was so easily pulled in the golden freddy suit during ar; he wasn’t at his strongest due to his remnant having to split. but when the ar arc ends for him, he wakes up one day in five year old gavin’s body, and people noticed the change between gavin’s dull, almost incomplete personality compared to gregory’s more complete one.
gavin had always been intended to be a vessel for gregory, he just didn’t know it.
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starry-skies-116 · 2 years
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Security Breach Summarized Basically
Gregory @ Freddy: "My best friend, my big brother, my guardian, the light of my life, my only hope, the best parental figure of all time, god you're so fucking great ilysm you and Liz are my entire world..." *continues rambling*
Gregory @ literally anyone else in Security Breach:
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starry-skies-116 · 2 years
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Gregory/Evan, drinking Fizzy Faz with his pinky extended out like he's drinking tea: "Sparkling water is just really angry water... maybe it feels misunderstood by the world because its existence boils down to it being really angry all the time, and no one bothers to ask why- maybe it's the nature of its creation, or perhaps it had past traumas that it struggles to let go of. Maybe it's the nature of the sentiency of soda, bubbling deep in our stomachs like dreams in our mind."
Glamrock Freddy/Michael: that's nice bud *already 5000% done with his little bro's shit*
Vanessa/Elizabeth: *screaming in derealization* can you stop having existential thoughts for tWO SECONDS.
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starry-skies-116 · 2 years
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INCORRECT QUOTES:
Gregory: “I always have a plan for staying on top of things for this month. Seize control of every opportunity, get my grind on and work my hardest and absolute smartest to be my best self. Drink lots of coffee, eat lots of pastries, pet lots of cats when I’m on the verge of a crisis, and pray to whatever god is up there that the power of love, hope and faith can get me through it all. Even if my enemies are the gods I end up praying to, I will never lose sight of my goal. I’ll simply just work harder.”
Glamrock Freddy: “... It’s past your bedtime. Please, I beg of you, rest.”
Gregory: “I was comatose for fifty-seven years straight, brother dear. I can endure this delightful misery for a while lo-” *instantly collapses*
Glamrock Freddy: “...I rest my case.”
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Elizabeth: “How do you think life would be if me and Michael weren’t your siblings?”
Evan: “For one thing, I would be sane.”
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Gregory: “Lizzy, I’m sorry. I’m not allowing you into the kitchen for reasons I can’t say.”
Vanessa: “...Me and Bubba left you alone with Chica for three fucking minutes, how did you already cause such a ruckus within the span of three minutes.”
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Gregory, opening a Fizzy Faz: “Oh, fine, then. I guess I’ll just drink my sorrows away.”
Sundrop, whose poor heart skipped a beat: “How does he know what that means!?”
Vanessa: *nervous whistling*
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Gregory: “You know what the old saying is; go big, or go home!”
Freddy and Vanessa: “Dear god, please, I BEG of you, please, for just ONCE in your life, please, go HOME, PLEASE.”
Gregory, whispering so quietly he’s practically mouthing the words at this point: “I’m going big.”
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Freddy: “You know, Liz, not every problem can be solved with a swiss army dagger.”
Vanessa: “I know. That’s why I carry two of them.”
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Gregory: “I’ve had a coffee and a single oreo within the past two hours. I’ve got a Fazerblaster, I’m four foot seven, and I’m always ready to fight God on sheer adrenaline and rage alone.”
Vanessa: “Someone fix my poor big brother.”
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Montgomery Gator: “Oi, little guy, ain’t it past yer’ bedtime?”
Gregory, filling out paperwork in scented glitter gel pen: “Isn’t it time you minded your own business?”
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Elijah (Bonnie Mask Bully): “Oi, loser, isn’t it past your bedtime?”
Evan, filling out paperwork with a crayola marker: “Isn’t it time you shut up? Permanently?”
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Michael, glaring incredulously at Evan: “You keep track of all the information you’ve ever learned and used in a bloody ledger?”
Evan, sipping his tea with extra milk and sugar nonchalantly: “Oh? And you don’t?”
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Katrina Emily (Mrs. Emily): “Hypothetically, would you slap your older brother for 50,000 dollars?”
Evan: “I’d shatter all the bones his leg for two slices of piping hot Fredbear’s Pizza and a refreshingly cold beverage.”
Michael:
Evan: “And then I would hug him and drown him in apologies for the next two hours, and also sign his cast.”
Michael: “Oh.”
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Evan (inspired by one Tumblr post): “The sexiest thing about me? Everything hurts my feelings.”
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Gregory (Reincarnated Vessel) and Charlotte Emily (CharlieBot): *points at family love* “This one sparks joy.”
Gregory and Charlie turning to romance and pointing at it: “This one does not spark joy.”
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Some random person: “Oh, but romance and love are what make us human!”
Gregory/Evan, Charlie, and Cassidy: *turn to each other* “It’s tough being a god, y’know?”
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Susie, hanging out around Gregory with the other MCI gang: “What’s your ideal date?”
Gregory: “MM/DD/YYYY. Other formats tend to be confusing, such as the ones used in passports for traveling to other countries.”
Cassidy: “As one who speaks from personal experience, I can confirm the validity of such wisdom.”
Charlie: “Agreed.”
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Gregory: “Do I feel romantic attraction or am I just lonely and depressed and love and touch-deprived?”
Freddy and Vanessa: “...Do you need a hug?”
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starry-skies-116 · 2 years
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Also them:
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**shookith but refuses to admit it**
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Evan (Golden Freddy)’s Opinion on Elizabeth (Circus Baby/Impostor Charlotte Emily/Vanessa): “You let your blind devotion and your search for unrequited love get the better of your judgement. Your hands are of his color, and yet you have not the slightest smidgen of shame of wearing a heart dripping with sin. Even now, I wish for your innocence back… it really is a tragedy. Had I already reunited with my body, I would’ve slapped some sense into you.”
Evan (Golden Freddy)’s Opinion on Gregory(Reincarnated Vessel Evan): “My other half… wherever could you be? You’re probably just as scared and incomplete as I am… know that the sun shall shine upon us again one day. We will save them all, and then, finally… we can live the future we were denied so long ago.”
Evan (Golden Freddy)’s Opinion on Michael (Glamrock Freddy): “Brother… how could you do such a thing? I should hate you… and yet- why does my heart ache to be with you once more? I should ponder on such things later… it hurts to think. I still love you... hang in there, okay?”
Evan (Golden Freddy)’s Opinion on William Afton: “Ah. Father. Have you senselessly sacrificed enough to achieve that abstract dream you’ve been chasing so foolishly for so long, slaughtering everything that breathes? I would like to think so, judging from the pathetic state you’ve been reduced to now. Oh? What’s that? I helped them do this to you? Well, think long and hard- why do you think that is? Why do you think I've turned my back on you? What is the value of a life to you?”
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starry-skies-116 · 2 years
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Gregory’s three moods:
Chaos gremlin who’s energy is boundless, who eats way too much, and who’s hyperfixated on all of his hard work, as well as enjoying it immensely, and has a crap ton of new hobbies that he’s extremely passionate about to the point where he gets frustrated by failure.
Potato introvert with an existential crisis and crippling C-PTSD, anxiety and depression where nothing matters and violent tendencies plague him and life is pointless and he hasn’t realized how much he’s lost until now and ‘I miss the old days, I’m so tired, I want my normal life back’. (he mostly just wraps himself up in a blanket with a bunch of pillows and plushies and silently cries to himself, god help him if his siblings find him like that/pos)
Unstoppable and calculated badass/genius mastermind extrovert with a slightly childish, loving and obsessive side and a sudden god complex who meticulously crafts and plans every move he makes (his Patient 46 persona).
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starry-skies-116 · 2 years
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whey hey more FNAF Project Samsara AU memes
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starry-skies-116 · 2 years
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POV you hurt Freddy
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starry-skies-116 · 2 years
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Gregory as Patient 46 is A Fun AU Idea IMO Part 1 :skull:
Log #1:
Therapist: “Good morning! Isn’t it a pretty day?”
Gregory: “Ngh…”
Therapist: “No? What’s the matter?”
Gregory: “Sun’s in my eyes.”
Therapist: “Oh, right, too bright. I’ll pull the shades.”
**the faint rustling sound of blinds being closed can be heard.**
Therapist: “Better? Despite your lack of medical records, you seem to have pupil-less eyes, much like the compound eyes of an insect or a butterfly. Did you know that? Pupils regulate light, so I’m assuming you must be sensitive to bright lights due to your lack of pupils.”
Gregory: “Better. And… yeah. I like the dark.”
Therapist: “When the shades are pulled, it feels like we’re in a cubby hole or cave, yeah?”
Gregory. “...”
Therapist: “Hmm… so you’re not talking to me again today. This isn’t all that productive, y’know? Don’t you think the sessions are more successful when you talk to me? You know, everyone associated with this company gets performance reviews, right?”
Gregory: *nonchalantly nods* “Mhm.”
Therapist: “When my sessions don’t get results, my reviews aren’t very good. If you don’t want to talk for your sake, how about for mine?”
Gregory: “Okay, ma’am.”
Therapist: “I get it, you don’t trust me. But you don’t want me to get in trouble, do you, now? I could be put in the corner for a timeout-!”
Gregory: “Pfft- hah!” 
Therapist: “Yeah. You think that’s funny, huh?”
Gregory: “It’s hilarious- I’m sorry.”
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Log #2:
Therapist: “You’re not going to talk to me today? No? What’s the problem?”
Gregory: “What’s that smell?”
Therapist: “Oh, the flowers? These are particularly fragrant today, aren’t they? I’ll move them.”
**faint groaning of ceramic against wood can be heard**
Therapist: “Now, let’s see. What are you looking at?”
Gregory: “Your desk is pretty old… 1983, yeah?”
Therapist: “You’re amazingly alert, aren’t you?”
Gregory: “...People tell me I have an eye for detail.”
Therapist: “Alright. Well, I’d like to have you tell me about yourself… but I can see that you’re not going to do that, or are you?”
Gregory, flatly and in a tight tone of voice: “I’m not good with starting conversations… at least, I used to be. I don’t know what happened. Sorry.”
Therapist: “Alright then, it’s okay, dear. If you aren’t going to talk to me, I’ll just go by these notes. You just sit there and be comfy… or not. That chair… doesn’t really fit you, does it?”
Gregory: “No. It’s too big. But it’ll do.”
Therapist: “Okay…” **faint shuffling of papers** “Well… this won’t take long. Let’s see… your previous counselor’s no longer available. Does that bother you? No? You don’t look surprised to see me sitting here instead of your last therapist.”
Gregory: “Life gets busy sometimes for grownups.”
Therapist: “...Right. Well, then- let’s get to it. I’ll admit that some of what’s in your file is a little… surprising, to say the least. Overall, you don’t come across as a troublemaker… but, if you read between the lines it’s clear that you have a little bit of a rebellious side, right?”
Gregory: **nods in agreement** “Kids will be kids.”
Therapist: “And I’m surprised by your knowledge of computers. You’re something of a phenom- do you know what that word means?
Gregory: “...No, to be honest with you.” 
Therapist: “It means you have unusual skill… like a hacker. I assume you know what a hacker is. Yes? Do you think of yourself as a hacker?”
Gregory: “... I’ll neither confirm nor deny such claims, Miss. I don’t trust you enough. But you’re right.”
Therapist: “...How about we come back to this another day?”
Gregory: “Sure. Tomorrow is another day.”
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Log #3:
Therapist: “Good morning, it’s good to meet you. I’ve read your files, so I’m up to speed on what you and your previous therapists have worked on.”
Gregory: “...Are those Ferrero Rocher chocolates? Can I, ah…?”
Therapist: “Oh, sure, you can have a candy! I’ll have one too. You look chill sitting there like that, not a care in the world, huh.”
Gregory, with his mouth full in a happier tone than usual: “Chocolate fixes everything.”
Therapist: “Interesting… I’ll be sure to note that down for future sessions between us. Alright, well, I’d like to start by talking about your parents.”
**Gregory’s lip thins, and his eyes darken. His fingers curl into his palms, forming loose fists.”
Therapist: “What happened to them… and you, was tragic, but when I looked through the notes, I didn’t get a sense that you’ve processed that emotionally.”
Gregory: “Oh? What do you mean?”
Therapist: “Well, honey, when I read your account of what happened it came across as, well… more of an objective rather than a subjective narrative. Oh, sorry, you don’t know what that means, do you?”
Gregory: “...No, I don’t. I’m sorry.”
Therapist: “O-oh, no need to feel excluded! Here, I-I’ll explain it to you- what I mean is that the way you told the story is more like you were reading something from a book than you were talking about your own past- you essentially novelized it. This makes me think that you’ve cut yourself off from it. Is that right?”
Gregory: “...I’m not sure.”
Therapist: “...Not sure?”
Gregory: “My siblings were affected the most. Perhaps I loved them wrong.”
Therapist: “Darling, you can’t love a person wrong! Such a thing is unheard of! You either love them or you don’t… and from what you’ve told your previous counselors, you seemed to be an empathetic, diligent and hardworking young boy- you’re smart beyond your years. You listened to others troubles and felt their emotions as though they were your own- you shared the burdens they carried. Trust me when I say that you were a good brother. You loved your parents, and your older brother and younger sister as they loved you.”
Gregory: “...Thank you. Your kindness means more to me than you know.”
Therapist: “You’re welcome, darling- just know that it’s not your fault. Alright, moving on, I can see that in your file, you spend a lot of time by yourself and are good at self-dialogue. Asking yourself questions and getting answers. So maybe you should ask yourself how you really feel about your past.”
Gregory: “The past shapes who I am… not all loose ends have been tied up, though. That does pain me a bit.”
Therapist: “Well, maybe it’s time to tie up those loose ends. Maybe you should give yourself a chance to really look at what happened and let yourself be upset about it, so you can let go.”
Gregory: “...I’ll try. It’s what they would’ve wanted for my sake… so I’ll try for theirs.”
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Log #4:
Therapist: “Have you thought more about what we’ve talked about?”
Gregory: “Yes, I have, ma’am.”
Therapist: “That’s good! In our last session, you told me you were sad and scared about what happened to you. I suggested you write down what exactly made you so sad and scared. Did you do that?”
Gregory: “Mhm. I put them down on sticky notes and left them around my room.”
Therapist: “Oh? I didn’t know you leaned in favor of quite… unconventional methods.”
Gregory: “Now that I think about it… a notebook would’ve been better, you’re right.”
Therapist: “Oh, no no no, it’s no problem at all! It’s quite alright! You know, I work with people of all ages, from little kids to the very elderly and everyone reacts to tragedy differently. Tragedy always leads to a feeling of loss- it’s a hole that feels funny, right?”
Gregory: “...It’s like a piece of your heart and mind have gone missing.”
Therapist: “Yeah, I agree. So, if you could process those feelings, how do you think it would affect your fantasies? Would you keep them in the way that they are?”
Gregory: “...I want a happy life. Happy and perfect aren’t the same. I just want to be together with my friends and family again.”
Therapist: “So you wish for change?”
Gregory: “I wish to reclaim what I’ve lost.”
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Log #5:
Therapist: “When I’m getting to know a new client, I like to start by finding out directly from them what they like to do. How do you spend all the time you have? Nothing?”
Gregory: “... It depends.”
Therapist: “Well, how do you feel about sports? Boys your age usually love sports. You like sports? Yeah? No? Oh, I get it. You like to watch them, but not play them. You like being inside, don’t you?”
Gregory: “I like the ocean, and the stars. Where I lived, it was uncomfortable and dry outside- too dry to play sports.”
Therapist: “I get that. Lots of weird stuff outdoors, isn’t there? Yeah, I understand.”
Gregory: “...”
Therapist: “Well, I hate to do this right off the bat, but I’ve been directed to ask you about this. Apparently, I’m the fourth therapist you’ve had, and apparently, all three of your former therapists have gone missing- or, two of them are missing. I don’t want to scare you, but I have to tell you that one of them was found dead.”
**Gregory lets out a heavy exhale through his nose.**
Gregory: “Oh… I’m sorry.”
Therapist: “That doesn’t seem to upset you. Well then, I guess I’ll go ahead and tell you that the woman’s body was pretty messed up. It looked like it was mangled by machinery.”
Gregory: “That’s unsettling…”
Therapist: “Yeah, isn’t it? But that doesn’t seem to bother you either. Hmm. It’s all pretty strange, I think. I’m not clear on the circumstances. Apparently, the police don’t have any evidence. How does all of this make you feel?”
Gregory: “You should be careful- you could be next.”
Therapist: “Mhm. Maybe I should be watching my back- yeah, that’s funny, isn’t it?...Okay. Shall we move on to something lighter?”
Gregory: “...I would appreciate that.”
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Log #6:
Therapist: “Do you know a place called Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex?”
Gregory: “...”
Therapist: “I'll take your silence as a yes. And besides, I know you know it, because the technicians who work for Pizzaplex know you, or rather, I guess it would be better to say that they think they do.”
Gregory: “Oh? Do tell more.”
Therapist: They report that they've caught you on camera, or at least it appears to be you. Nothing to say about that?” 
Gregory, faintly, to himself: “Perhaps I was a bit careless after all… oh well.”
Therapist: “Well, the techs are convinced that you've hacked into their system many times. Although, I'll admit I don't see any proof here. Seems like they have more of a gut feeling than fact.”
Gregory: “Isn’t that a bit of an extreme conclusion to jump to?”
Therapist: “I’m not sure. But apparently the hacks are causing all kinds of problems.”
Gregory: “...Pft-!”
Therapist: “Hmm. You get a kick out of that. The idea of techs running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Yeah. That's a funny image, isn't it?”
Gregory: “Yeah, it is funny. Sorry.”
Therapist: “Uh-huh, hilarious. But seriously, I have to say that I think it's weird that you'd spend so much time in such a busy, social place. You seem like more of a loner to me. Lots of time by yourself instead of with friends. Lots of time talking to yourself, right?”
Gregory: “Socialization is draining, yes. But I’m not a complete loner.”
Therapist: “Well then. Is it the electronics you like? I saw in your file that you have developed software programs that talk to you and repeat phrases, right?” 
Gregory: “That I will confirm.”
Therapist: “The program asks you questions and prompts you for responses. It's kind of like your own self therapy, isn't it? Another way of talking to yourself to work things out, right? When I saw some of your recent encrypted conversation logs, that's what I thought I was looking at.”
Gregory: “That’s what I programmed it to do.”
Therapist: “It felt like I was watching someone go back and forth in their own head, but the text found something that's different than that. When I read what they found, at first I thought I was looking at more examples of you just talking with yourself.”
Gregory: “Yes, and?”
Therapist: “Then I realized… it was different. When I study this, it sounds like there is someone else responding to you. Who is it?”
Gregory: “... Let’s just say it’s someone who I’ve been trying to reach for a very long time. Someone that I miss very, very much.”
Therapist: “...Would it be appropriate of me to ask who this ‘someone’ is?”
Gregory: “No one in particular that you need to know about… don’t worry about it.”
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Log #7:
Therapist: “I saw some inkblot test results in your file. I like inkblot tests… you want to do one?”
Gregory: “I don’t see why not.”
Therapist: “Yes? Okay. How about this one? What do you see?”
Gregory: “Let me get a closer look…”
Therapist: “What… you want to hold it? Okay.”
**the faint rustling of paper can be heard**
Gregory: “It looks… like… like a mask. Can’t tell which type, though.”
Therapist: “You think it’s a mask? It reminds you of a mask, like a disguise? Yeah, I can see that. You like the idea of being disguised?”
Gregory: “Masks are unsettling- they hide the face, but they can help. Sometimes.”
Therapist: “Disguises let you be sort of invisible, don’t they? You can get away with almost anything when you’re invisible, can’t you? Yeah? You like that idea, huh?”
Gregory: “... I entertain such ideas often.”
Therapist: “Huh. Well, okay, moving on. I have another report that we need to talk about.”
Gregory: “Aiy, this again. Okay, fine- details, please.”
Therapist: “Apparently, the techs were reviewing communications going in and out of this building and they came across some interesting things. They say you were in communication with someone, or maybe something, pretty strange. What do you think about that?”
Gregory: “...”
Therapist: “Nothing, huh? Well, the texts say it looked to them like it was an attempt to manipulate you, or maybe trying to lure you somewhere.”
Gregory: “...Oh?”
Therapist: “There, that’s better- on this side of the desk I can see your eyes… your eyes are very pretty- and very unique too, aren’t they?”
Gregory: “...I used to get that a lot. Still do.”
Therapist: “Yeah. The thing is, though… when I read the communications I get something different out of them. I don’t think you’re being manipulated here. I think you’re the one doing the manipulating.”
Gregory: “...”
Therapist: “...No comment? Huh?”
Gregory: “... I shall neither confirm nor deny such claims.”
Therapist: “Okay, then… how about this? I have this still shot the techs pulled from the security footage that recorded you in the pizzaplex. That’s you, isn’t it?”
Gregory: “...I can barely see the image. And why do they have cameras in the underground tunnels...?”
Therapist: “I know this image is distorted… pretty heavily, too, but I think it looks like you. And you’re not alone here. You’re talking to someone… or something. It’s hard to tell. What are those things?”
Gregory: “... The animatronics.”
Therapist: “They almost look like… rabbit ears.”
Gregory: “Bonnie’s ears… they’re kinda long, ‘innit? Haha~!”
Therapist: “What…? You find that amusing?”
Gregory: “Ah… you don’t?”
Therapist: “Well… I guess it is.”
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Log #8:
Therapist: “I got another message from the techs at the Pizzaplex. I'm afraid it's about you again.” 
Gregory: “This is the second time this month… what is it this time?”
Therapist: “The techs have been struggling to fix some serious glitches with the robots. I'm not sure what exactly is wrong, except that it's making the robots more ‘eerie’ than entertaining.”
Gregory, caught off guard: “What…?”
Therapist: “You like that? Eerie instead of entertaining?” 
Gregory: “I… define ‘eerie’ in proper context and I might, I guess.”
Therapist: “Thanks, but it's really not that funny. Apparently the glitch extended beyond the robots… it went system-wide. It began infecting all of the machines.” 
Gregory: “Including the VIP access doors and security cameras?”
Therapist: “Yes. And when the techs traced the glitch back to its origin, it led them to you.”
Gregory: “I didn’t…”
**Gregory looks down at his hands, visibly shaken.**
Gregory: “It came from… me? I didn’t, though…!”
Therapist: “Sure, sure. I'm not going to pretend to understand everything I'm reading here, but, what I get is that this system-wide glitch was like a cascade, that was broadcasting a very dangerous and extremely cryptic message… it appears to have been the error code of the virus combating with another malware system tracked from another source. You know of it?”
Gregory: “The altar… the room… it’s still intact…!?”
Therapist: “While the techs were trying to reprogram the system to remove the glitch, the source of the glitch shifted. You'll have to excuse me, I'm not all that familiar with computer-programming, but I might get this wrong, but, what I understand is that the glitch stopped being a glitch, and turned into an intentional set of sub-routines that were aimed at creating the same thing the glitch created.” 
Gregory: “I… how, though. Did I interface with anything unintentionally…?”
Therapist: “You should remember if you did, because those sub-routines seemed to have come from you. Can you explain that?” 
Gregory: “You sound a bit accusatory here. Did I do something wrong? Did I break the law without knowing, or something…?”
Therapist: “Listen, I'm on your side here. Our sessions are just between you and me. The techs can't prove what they think, so you're not in trouble.”
Gregory: “So… I’m not.” 
Therapist: “No. I just thought you could tell me what you're trying to do. Maybe if we could get to the bottom of that, we could help you. What do you think?” 
Gregory: “...” 
Therapist: “Still not talking?” 
Gregory, faintly and to himself: “It must’ve been, if not…”
Therapist: “Alright. Well then, let's do this. Why don't we talk about the research I did in your past, shall we?”
Gregory: “...!?” 
Therapist: “Some therapists think they should only focus on information they get from their clients, but, some therapists, like me, think it's helpful to find out about clients from other sources.” 
Gregory: “...Miss, what are you trying to get at here?”
Therapist: “Well, take a guess. Wanna guess what I found out when I looked into the tradgey of your past? All that stuff about your parents and your siblings?” 
Gregory: “...”
**Gregory’s eyes widen fall to the floor- his breaths grow shallow.**
Therapist: “You aren't even gonna look at me? Fine. You can look at the floor all you want. But it won't change the fact that none of what you said in your file about your parents was true.” 
Gregory: “Oh, so now I’m a liar?”
Therapist: “Yeah, of course, because you didn’t trust me as well as your previous counselors. Like, at all. The truth is, you had great parents. A great childhood.” 
Gregory: “And I made the decision to tell you-”
Therapist, cutting Gregory off: “Why did you lie? Look at me. Tell me why you lied. You-”
**Gregory’s gaze shoots up sharply, letting the Therapist’s words die on her tongue. His eyes, considerably darker, glare daggers into her being, and his teeth are bared defensively, tears glistening on his lashes.**
Gregory: “Lady, let me finish, damnit! Do you even know that great things in life can be lost? People in life who have it bad aren’t born with nothing, you know! Can’t you keep your mind open for three seconds!?”
**A long moment of stunned, tense silence can be heard.**
Therapist: (clears throat) “...Ahem. Mhm. Well, I can understand why you might feel angry about the way I just confronted you.” 
Gregory: “Understatement.”
Therapist: “I know, and I’m sorry. Why don't we come back to this another day?” 
**Gregory grows tight-lipped, shaking his head ‘no’.**
Therapist: “You're shaking your head as though that's not going to happen.”
Gregory: “...Ignore me. When I finally get what I want, you’ll understand everything.”
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Canon Gregory vs My AU Gregory Comparisons:
Canon Gregory:
Stated in the wiki to have an irritated, outspoken personality- almost “bratty”
Frequently makes sarcastic comments on things that displease or mildly inconvene him
Distrustful
Kind of outwardly aggressive
Independent
Surprisingly brave and headstrong
Somewhat vengeful
Pretty pragmatic
Develops a strong bond with Glamrock Freddy
Somewhat lonely
Bright brown eyes that almost appear amber in color.
Not much insight into this very enigmatic character due to the lack of non-player present screentime he has
My AU Gregory:
Dark, gradient eyes that are reflective and have no pupils (kind of like an insect’s compound eyes)
Has a multifaceted, reflective personality- one moment he is obstinate and headstrong, another moment he is solemn and kind, and another moment he is dutiful and commandeering.
Only mildly peeved when under pressure, but stays relatively calm and collected.
Dutiful and diligent when it comes to his work. Gets shit done when it needs to be done, and does it exceptionally well.
Immensely values hope- states that he threw despair and hopelessness to the wind a long time ago, and that accepting a preordained fate brought on by circumstances will only serve to foster no productivity
Incredibly pattern sensitive- learns new things relatively quickly.
Much more knowledgable, sympathetic and wise than he usually lets people in on- the animatronics are shocked when they find out, in many ways, he is more than he seems on the surface.
Cynical and blunt- distrustful and skeptical of general human nature due to being betrayed by several people throughout his past life.
Strategic and meticulous in thinking- able to use paltry information given to him to craft elaborate plans, reconstruct scenarios, and execute them with perfect timing. Ironically idealistic when it comes to his goals- he values his love for his family and his life conquering all an incredible amount, and will exhaust everything he has to bring that dream to fruition.
Prefers the simplest solution that will benefit him the most- even if it involves brute force.
Outspoken and straightforward- cautious and distrustful. Recognizes talent and trustworthiness in capable people who absolutely, positively wish to swear love and fealty to him with NO hidden agendas of their own- this does make him a bit of a hypocrite, something he more or less admits remorsefully.
Incredibly observant, tactful and self-aware. Occasionally puts up an easygoing, innocent and carefree facade when the situation calls for it, although he despises doing such things.
SCARILY good at reading people and discerning their true nature and intentions, as well as somewhat predicting their next course of action, although he doesn’t use them to his own advantage, swearing off of doing such things unless it’s absolutely necessary.
Incredibly devoted to his goals and his family- a happy and healthy future alongside his family where he can be accepted and validated, as well as create and fulfill his larger purposes is of utmost importance to him- probably his only reason to live. Also incredibly dedicated to those he trusts and considers as family, and will do anything to protect them and care for them with the love and respect they deserve.
Has an air of melancholy wistfulness about him- rarely cuts loose and maintains terse formalities around nearly everyone. Has basically lost the ability to trust and care for others other than his family- which is why it’s so difficult for him to socialize and make friends, as well as partake in teamwork- he fears others won’t accept him. Wants to heal his suffering more than anything and return to a happy life that he once knew.
Enjoys opportunities to prove his power and intelligence, and test his mettle, hard work and skill in the face of challenges- which is why he enjoys strategic board games and videogames like Fire Emblem, Battleship, DND, etc. Loves creative activities such as writing and drawing, and creates his own world and character for the DND sessions he, Sundrop and Moondrop have.
Has high expectations and hopes for himself, as well as everyone and everything around him- which is why he gets so bored of certain books, food and other things rather quickly.
Overall, a morally grey character- generally a misguided and traumatized soul with his respectable merits and concerning flaws, but overall a wonderful kid with a kind heart and undying spirit deep down.
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Things the other Glamrocks hear out of context every now and then:
"fREAKING MOGULLS-!"
"Who thought the first jungle map was a good idea~?"
"No, you can't set things on fire. Blow it up instead, stage it as an accident caused by bad fire safety regulations!"
"FOUR BALLISTICIANS-"
"Fuck you there's a cap for re-classing."
"Sometimes I agree with Haddaway- what is love?"
"You can follow me on Tumblr if you run away from Capitalism and romance like I do."
"How do you people?"
"Juliet without Romeo would be alive and healthy and well, yes, stop asking."
"It's 2038 and people still reject the idea of marriage to form alliances or gain power or wealth. People back then were smarter."
*starts snowing in the middle of October* "This is aphobia."
"It's kinda hard to relax when all you want to do is rip your heart out and take a bite out of it like an apple. Bonus points to that thought for knowing that it's a synthetic organ like the rest of your modified body and that it can be repaired with some voodoo hoodoo technology shit."
"Has anyone tried to pretend that Galeforce isn't absolutely disgustingly broken? No? Okay."
"DID SOMEBODY SAY ENEMY REINFORCEMENTS??!"
"Long hot showers... bathing under the sun, my bare back against the hard, smooth surface of rocks... yes I am a reptile, thank you for asking."
"Wonderful live ASMR session- watch me as your self-proclaimed life counselor destroy your self-esteem because you were a lazy asshole."
"Hello this is the comedy police, your pun was too cringeworthy- hands up in the air."
"All proceeds from the school bake sale will probably go to Theater Club. I'll forever remain eating four chicken nuggets off a piece of cardboard as my tray."
"I'm sorry? The hell's a vegan going to eat at a steakhouse?"
"No thoughts really, just me wanting to spend an entire weekend gorging on pastries and drinking sparkling carbonated pomegranate juice from wine glasses. I'll even flood the bathtub with bath bombs and sprinkle a few flowers in there- it'll be the perfect romantic evening... all to myself."
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JHGFDSDFGHJ I CAN'T-
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This is most likely the last thing Chica, Roxy and Monty saw before getting their asses kicked all six ways to Sunday by a sassy immortal android/golem 5th grader-
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