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i-am-church-the-cat · 2 months

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you can always go home again (or for the first time)

This is my fic for the Andi Mack gift exchange! This is for @paracosmicat, I'm so sorry that it's late, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Summary: She ruffles his hair as she leads the way back through the apartment. It’s small and crowded with trinkets, books and shoes, basketballs and art projects, and something that must have exploded from the kitchen. Three more people are waiting for them in the living room, less than T.J. expected from the level of noise he’d heard. “Hey guys, this is T.J., the dude I was telling you about,” Jonah introduces him to the group at large and he offers a small wave. “T.J., this is Andi, Cyrus, and Marty.” WC: 2674 Pairing: Gen mostly, but with pre-relationship Tyrus and minor Amris Tags: College AU, First Meetings, T.J. POV, Amber and T.J. are siblings Rating: Teen

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He knew it was saving him money, but sometimes living with his sister and her girlfriend could be really annoying. T.J. had been trapped in his room for ages, Amber and Iris having fought and made up over the past several hours, both things he would rather not be witness to. At this rate, he was going to be locked in here until graduation.

Jonah

Hey man, you looking to hang tonight?

Something like relief passes through T.J. when he gets the message. He and Jonah aren’t the closest of friends, yet. They hadn’t gotten along when Jonah was dating his sister - between the compulsory heterosexuality and Jonah’s constant avoidance of anything even hinting at romantic in nature, it had been hell from start to finish - but since they were both studying kinesiology, they’d tried to be friendly. Today, that work had finally paid off.

T.J.

Yeah man, what were you thinking?

Jonah

Some of my friends are holding a get together at their apartment, just a small thing. You wanna come?

Another noise came from the living room. T.J. didn’t want to know if it was a yell or a moan.

T.J.

Send me the address, im omw

Since the path to the front door was locked, T.J. used the fire escape by his window. It dropped him right next to the motorcycle he probably shouldn’t be parking in the back alley. But hey, it hadn’t been stolen yet, and it made for a very quick getaway. T.J. set his phone to give him voice directions to the address Jonah texts him and then he’s off.

The apartment building is nice, an artist-y co-op on the west side of town. T.J. heads up to the third floor after texting Jonah again for the apartment number - Beck wasn’t always the most aware person. Both the bike ride and the jog up the steps do a lot for getting T.J. in a better headspace than he was in earlier.

He hears the apartment before he sees it. Jonah said it was just a small get together, but from the noise coming through the door, T.J. has some serious doubts. He considers bailing before remembering what’s going on at his own apartment and knocking on the door.

Surprisingly, it’s not Jonah who answers. It’s a girl with tight braids and wearing a Utah Jazz jersey. She looks like someone he should know, but it slips his mind. She looks him over and must find him wanting because her expression is thoroughly unimpressed.

“Can I help you?”

“Um, hi,” T.J. says, trying for a smile and probably failing short. “I’m looking for-”

“Oh, Buffy is that T.J.?” A thankfully familiar voice comes from inside the apartment. Jonah Beck pops his head around the girl - Buffy’s - shoulder and flashes his big signature smile. “Teej, glad you could make it! Come in, come in.”

“Just inviting people into my home now, Beck?” Buffy asks, clearly not amused, but she steps aside with a nod to T.J. He nods back, figuring it’s the best course of action, and he’s rewarded with Buffy’s expression going a little less intense and a little more accepting.

“Oh, yeah, sorry Buffy.” Jonah’s apologetic grin is too cute for anyone, even Buffy, to hold a grudge against. She ruffles his hair as she leads the way back through the apartment. It’s small and crowded with trinkets, books and shoes, basketballs and art projects, and something that must have exploded from the kitchen. Three more people are waiting for them in the living room, less than T.J. expected from the level of noise he’d heard.

“Hey guys, this is T.J., the dude I was telling you about,” Jonah introduces him to the group at large and he offers a small wave. “T.J., this is Andi, Cyrus, and Marty.”

T.J. opens his mouth to greet the group but the guy he’d thought looked familiar beats him to it. Marty hops up, big grin on his face as he offers up his hand for T.J. to slap.

“Hey, Kippen right? Aren’t you the new freshman starter for the basketball team?”

T.J. grins but can’t help the flush that takes his face. He’s proud of himself, yeah, but he finds it’s not always the best to introduce himself with his sporting career. It hasn’t always worked out the best in the past, which was mainly his fault to be fair. He hadn’t been a nice person on the court when he was younger.

“Yeah, I remember you from tryouts. You’ve got a great three-pointer, man.”

“Oh god, Jonah don’t tell me you brought another jock,” whines the other girl in the apartment, an Asian girl with short hair and paint on her t-shirt. “Now Cyrus and I are outnumbered 2-to-1.”

“I also invited Walker and Libby, but they both had things,” Jonah tries to defend himself, flopping down on the floor and grabbing a handful of popcorn from that half-empty bowl on teh coffee table. “It’s not my fault T.J.’s the only one free enough to join us.”

“I’m not totally sure if that’s an insult or not,” T.J. admits, looking around for space to sit. Andi and Buffy are sitting on the couch, Marty going back to sit in the third seat. Jonah’s on the floor. The only seat left is the loveseat, next to the only person here who’s voice T.J. hasn’t heard yet.

“Hi,” he greets, moving towards the other boy. “I’m T.J. Can I sit?”

The brown-haired boy has big eyes that seem to suck all the air out of the room. Either someone just started hitting a bass drum, or T.J. could hear his heartbeat in his ears. Soft freckles dusted the boy’s nose and his pink lips had teeth indentations in them, as if he’d been biting them only seconds before. Those same lips lift into a smile, crinkly his Bambi eyes at the edges.

“Sure,” the angel fairy boy said. “I’m Cyrus.”

“T.J.,” he mumbles, sitting down on the cushion. The other boy’s eyes fill with mirth.

“You said that already.”

“Right.” T.J. blinks, wondering it this is what deer felt when they get stuck in headlights. “Sorry.”

Cyrus is clearly laughing at him but he has the decency not to show it. Instead, he leans forward and grabs something off of the pile of snacks on the coffee table.

“Muffin? It’s chocolate chocolate chip.”

“Oh.” T.J. looks down at the muffin in surprise. It’s big and rich and somehow exactly what T.J. needs. His stomach growls in appreciation as he takes the treat in gentle hands. “Thank you, these are actually my favorite.”

Cyrus’s eyes twinkle. “Mine, too,” he says, grabbing another one and holding it out to cheers against T.J.’s own. T.J.’s grin is huge at the simple gesture.

“So, T.J.” The voice draws the two out of the little bubble they had gotten sucked in so quickly. T.J. turns to Buffy while his fingers tear off a bit of muffin and pop it in his mouth. “What do the T and the J stand for?”

He snorts, used to this line of questioning. T.J. leans back in his seat, one arm going across the back of the couch. He doesn’t the notice the way Cyrus looks at the arm in surprise, face going slightly red.

“Sorry, but that’s highly privileged information. Only four people on Earth know it.”

Marty leans forward with eager eyes. “Is it really that bad?”

T.J.’s face and voice are deadpan when he says, “Worse.”

“Amber told me it changes every month,” Jonah says from his spot on the floor.

“Oh wait, are you Amber’s brother?” Andi says, eyes going wide in recognition. Shoot. If she knows his sister this could either be really bad or… nah, just really bad. His sister’s kind of a dick.

“Yeah, younger, by two years.”

“How come we never met you when she and Jonah were dating?” Buffy asks. The way she’s looking at him is different now but T.J. can’t tell if it’s better or worse. “We met Iris.”

“And she was so nice, though obviously in love with Amber,” Cyrus says. This gets sounds of affirmation from all except Jonah who shrugs.

“I never saw it.”

“You never see it,” Andi, Buffy, and Cyrus all chorus back at him, different levels of fondness or exasperation. T.J. wonders what the story is there. Though, if it’s anything like the one he heard from Amber, he can probably guess.

“They’re actually dating now,” T.J. says, hoping to steer the conversation away from his and Amber’s relationship. He loves his sister, and even likes her these days, but that wasn’t always the truth. “They were roommates and finally admitted their feelings. When Iris moved out of her room, they had an extra, so I moved into their place when I went to college.”

Andi is nodding. “That’s smart. Cyrus, Buffy, and I all the split the rent here and we’re still eating mostly junk food we get on sale.”

“The stipend they give us on sports scholarship is not enough,” Buffy sighs and T.J. can commiserate with that. He holds up his half-eaten muffin in a toast.

“Hey, at least you and Cyrus are on scholarship,” Andi pouts. “Liberal arts college is the worst financial decision I’ve ever made.”

“But it’ll all even out when you’re a world famous artist and we can fly out to France to see your new art gallery in the Louvre,” Cyrus encourages in a way that feels more sincere than most.

“Yeah, and you can represent Jonah when he gets sued for what he’s done to his apartment,” Marty snickers.

Jonah kicks up a fuss and the others fall into bickering over something T.J. clearly does not have enough information on. Instead, he turns his attention back to Cyrus, where it had been threatening to float all evening.

“You’re going to college to be a lawyer?” He asks, taking a bite of his muffin. Cyrus turns to him as if surprised to be T.J.’s focus once again.

“Yeah! A civil rights lawyer, though, not a defense attorney.”

“That’s really cool.” He hoped he sounded as sincere as Cyrus had earlier, cause it’s true. T.J. wished he had a career path that was at least half as good for the world as Cyrus’s. He was only studying kinesiology because it’s what a bunch of student athletes did and his parents wanted him to have something to fall back on. He wasn’t going to be changing the world anytime soon.

Cyrus shrugs and blushes, ducking his head. He’s clearly not used to taking compliments which is a shame because they’re filling T.J.’s head like helium in a balloon. One poke and they’ll all come spilling out.

“Yeah, well, it was either that or become a psychologist. All four of my parents are psychologists.”

“Four?”

“Mom, dad, step-mom, and step-dad,” Cyrus says with a shrug. This topic of conversation he’s far too used to. “You know how it goes.”

“Nah, actually,” T.J. glances away for a second before back to Cyrus. “My parents are the kind that should’ve split up but never did. It kind of left a bad mark on Amber and I’s relationship with them, and each other.”

Cyrus looks up at him curiously. He’s curled towards him, leaning against the back of the loveseat and subsequently propping his head up on T.J.’s arm. The weight is nice, grounding.

“Is that why we’ve never met you before?”

“Yeah,” T.J. admits. It feels safer to tell Cyrus here, where they’re practically alone, instead of to the whole group. “I left to live with my grandparents in high school. The distance helped Amber and I a lot.”

“I’m glad.” Cyrus smiles up at him. “I don’t have any siblings but Buffy and Andi are basically like my sisters. We’ve been best friends for as long as I can remember.”

T.J. smiles, feelings bittersweet. “I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone like that.”

Cyrus considers him quietly. His face is serious and strangely more confident than it had been when their conversation began. “You should.”

They fall into silence then, just observing each other, gathering their thoughts and basking in the feeling their bubble had created. T.J. was still impressed by how quickly Cyrus had sucked him in. There was just something about the young man that felt authentic and calming, like everything was going to be okay. It’s a feeling T.J. has rarely ever felt in his life.

“You know, you’re weirdly easy to talk to.”

Cyrus smiles, teasing. “It’s the four therapists as parents. You get used to listening.”

Cyrus and T.J. don’t have an opportunity to be quiet together for the rest of the night. Once the other’s finished bickering, they drew the two into a game of Trivial Pursuit, and then Truth or Dare, and then Charades, which T.J. and Buffy weirdly dominated at, to Marty and Jonah’s chagrin. By the end of the night, T.J. was exhausted but happy. He’d left the house to escape the private going ons of his sister and her girlfriend and ended up meeting people he’d never believe he felt so at home with. The way they opened up and welcomed him in felt amazing, like nothing he’d ever experienced.

“It’s a great feeling, right?” Marty had said, halfway through the night, when they’d both stepped into the kitchen to grab a drink. “Andi, Buffy, and Cyrus have always been this trio. It should feel like an impenetrable wall to cross but they always open up and offer space to anyone who needs it. Jonah and I in middle school, Walker and Libby in high school, and now you.”

T.J. had blinked in surprise, looking back out to the living room. The three roommates were doing weird poses, trying to convince the others they were real formations used in yoga, or just trying to make the other two laugh. He watches with a warm feeling in his stomach as Cyrus laughs so much he topples out of the position he was in, sprawling across the carpeted floor.

“Can it really be that easy?”

Marty had shrugged and given him a welcoming smile. A beckoning smile. “Only if you let it be.”

And T.J. was going to let it be. He wasn’t going to question the new familiarity between himself and these people. He was just going to accept it and holds on as long as he could. By the time he left, he had four new numbers in his phone. When he got home, there was a text from one of them.

Buffy the Basketball Slayer

You better ask Cyrus out soon

He’s not known for making the first move and I can not handle three months of pining

Hop on it Kippen

T.J. grinned. He sent back a thumbs up emoji before pulling down the fire escape. He stumbles through his window and onto his bed, feeling dazed from both the climb and the night he had.

“Hvae fun?” Amber asks from the open doorway. That had definitely been closed when he left, but T.J.’s proud of the fact he didn’t startle at her sudden appearance.

“Yeah.” He knows he’s grinning like a madman but he just can’t help it.

“Good,” his sister says. She ruffles his hair, blonde matching her own. “Good night, little bro.”

“Night,” he calls as she exits the room. He sits up a little to make his next words heard. “Good night to you, too, Iris!”

There’s a pause, then, “Good night, T.J.! Sweet dreams!”

And well. There’s no doubt that they will be.

#andi mack #tyrus #tj kippen #cyrus goodman #buffy driscoll #marty from the party #jonah beck #amber #iris #my fic #my writing #andi mack gift exchange 2024

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jiyansthesis · 2 years

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MICHAEL ☆ AFTON sfw HEADCANNONS !!

as my first post on here, I decided i'm gonna do some headcannons for michael !! this is also how i'm gonna write about michael for now. the rights i'd give up for him <3

high school, college, post scoop michael

high school

☆ honestly I feel like he'd either be a quiet, really composed teen, dropping the bully bad boy persona by the end of middle school

☆ or. . . he'd still be a bully, and probably one of those loners or he hangs out with the token delinquent group (and that's what I'm going to base these hcs on)

☆ biker michael holds my heart. he 100% owns a ducati

☆ he probably had no real dating experience before you, maybe only a few hookups and that one time he dated someone in kindergarten

☆ comes over to your house at the dead of night to talk to you whenever he doesn't want to deal with william

☆ he has a light british accent

☆ cusses in nearly every sentence

☆ emo and no one can tell me different

☆ just kidding, but I feel like he'd dress like billy from st lmfao

☆ HE HAS A MULLET AND THIS IS CANNON the way i'm barking rn

☆ listens to alternative rock and metal and maybe even indie rock

☆ knows how to play drums and electric guitar

☆ he probably took you to an arcade as the first date

☆ absolutely demolished your ass in every game until he decided to go easy on you

☆ knows how to skate

☆ because he skates so much and hangs out with the "bad boy group" , he probably has a lot of bandages

☆ you help him with his injuries sometimes, scolding him while he just grins at you

☆ sometimes you help him style his hair after he stays for the night

☆ totally has your parents whipped, they love him

☆ personally, I think he'd be really smart (especially since he knows so much about animatronics) but he might need some tutoring if it comes to math

☆ would leave his "friends" for you

☆ i know it's cringy but he is totally soft for you

☆ brings you roses when he meets up with you for a date

☆ already planning his life with you, moving out of utah and having a family with dogs and everything

☆ basically think of rodrick heffley for his personality

☆ probably smoked until you asked him to stop

☆ leans against his motorcycle when he picks you up for dates (barking rn)

college/post college (where fnaf basically doesn't happen)

☆ honestly, I think michael would help his dad out with the pizzeria while also doing college

☆ he'd probably think about dropping out but he's getting his degree in engineering so the two of you could have a stable life

☆ the two of you are living together in a little apartment

☆ probably in a small garage band that he's been in since around senior year of high school

☆ still has that mullet (BECAUSE I SAID SO AGAIN)

☆ the two of you went to a frat party once, and michael got really jealous and now the two of you never go to parties

☆ he'd help you study for exams while he slacks on studying his

☆ he'd bring you little snacks for you to take breaks

☆ the two of you are saving up money to buy a house

post scooping

☆ would be super hesitant on coming back

☆ it'd be a few weeks before he even gathers up the courage to come back into the neighborhood

☆ he would knock on the door, and he was expecting you to scream and close the door

☆ you only stood there in shock and said, "michael?"

☆ the two of you are still happily together

☆ he'd slowly open up to you about what happened and how his sister betrayed him, etc

☆ you buy him new hoodies all the time and giggle while finding wigs for him

☆ the two of you go on dates in the woods and have picnics

☆ when you do go out into public, it's at the dead of night

☆ he takes you for rides on his motorcycle still, but he's a bit rusty

☆ the two of you get that dog you've wanted for so long

#fnaf #michael afton x reader #michael #michael afton smut #michael afton #this isnt smut lmfao mb #fnaf fandom #fnaf imagines #michael afton imagine

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chettercheese-the-fnaf-lover · 9 months

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Idea 3: Pizzaplex is an engineering disaster waiting to happen.

An idea that I don't see brought up at all, is the idea that the Pizzaplex is not constructed well.

Remember in FNAF 6 when the tutorial unit said this?

"There may be times when you purchase something of questionable quality, and we don't blame you. Cutting corners is just good business."

Keep this statement in mind while I bring up my next point. As someone who's taken an engineering class, when you are constructing a building, there are a VERY large number of codes (rules) that you need to follow for every conceivable part of it.

Fazbear Entertainment would probably find it a lot cheaper just to pay off the people inspecting the plex than to actually put money into making sure everything is up to code.

They would also try to construct the building as cheaply as possible, trying to "cut corners" wherever they could. They use substandard materials and contractors that don't double-check their work. They built the mall itself over the subterranean remains of their old restaurant, despite this making the ground very unstable.

This all works in my mind because Fazbear Entertainment has been proven to follow the "be as cheap as possible" and "maximize profits by any means necessary" approaches many times in the past.

Here is just one example of a code being violated, according to Section 1006.2.1.1 of Utah Building Codes, "Three exits or exit access doorways shall be provided from any space with an occupant load of 501 to 1,000. Four exits or exit access doorways shall be provided from any space with an occupant load greater than 1,000." We only see 2 public exits in the game, and the Pizzaplex likely holds well over a thousand people at any one time. What's worse is that one of the exits, the only one designated for emergencies, requires a VIP pass in order to be used.

If Fazbear Entertainment is willing to do this to cut costs, who knows what else they have done?

It's why, in my mind, I don't have Gregory live at the pizzaplex after the 3-star ending. Freddy would calculate that it is statistically safer for Gregory to live in his box than at the plex. He instead lives with Vanessa, creating opportunities for them to grow closer.

BTW This has happened in real life, even down to the shoddy construction and profit maximization. It was the Sampoong Department store collapse. Link

DUUUUDE I REMEBER TALKING TO MY GIRLFRIEND ABOUT THIS- in the tales of the pizza plex there was a rumer that it was built over some sort of sink whole but i'm 100% sure it's actually built over the fnaf pizza sim location or maybe even THE FUCKING SISTER LOCATION LOCATION BECAUSE OF THE SCOOPER IN THE RUIN DLC i will die on that hill lol

#fnaf #fnaf books #fnaf theory #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb

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iambic-stan · 11 months

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last book read + last stethoscope used, part 11

The stethoscope: Thinklabs One. I talk about this one a lot in this post (and the pics are better), but let me just say--if this thing hadn't been so expensive I would take it with me everywhere, because it is such an absolute joy to listen with it. Figured I'd pair my electronic scope with a book about a romance between a man and a sentient AI, ha.

The book: World Running Down by Al Hess, a dystopian "cozy sci-fi" novel that took me awhile to read because of pacing issues and a bit too much exposition and world-building, but it was worth my time all the same. In the wastelands of Utah, Valentine and his partner, Ace, are salvagers who travel the dangerous outskirts of Salt Lake City with the goal of earning enough money to afford a visa into the city--and for Valentine, funds for his medication and gender-affirming surgery. Their already-tumultuous lives are upended when they meet Osric, a sentient AI who has been illegally implanted into an android's body. Osric has been tasked with offering them a job that will have implications none of the three of them can fathom. This book was probably too many things at once--sci fi, fantasy, action, adventure, romance, and for that reason I had some questions about the society that were never really answered. Not sure if that was deliberate on the author's part or not. Not a perfect read, but I'm interested to read more from Hess.

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starsfic · 2 years

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Idea 3: Pizzaplex is an engineering disaster waiting to happen.

An idea that I don't see brought up at all, is the idea that the Pizzaplex is not constructed well.

Remember in FNAF 6 when the tutorial unit said this?

"There may be times when you purchase something of questionable quality, and we don't blame you. Cutting corners is just good business."

Fazbear Entertainment would probably find it a lot cheaper just to pay off the people inspecting the plex than to actually put money into making sure everything is up to code.

This all works in my mind because Fazbear Entertainment has been proven to follow the "be as cheap as possible" and "maximize profits by any means necessary" approaches many times in the past.

If Fazbear Entertainment is willing to do this to cut costs, who knows what else they have done?

BTW This has happened in real life, even down to the shoddy construction and profit maximization. It was the Sampoong Department store collapse. Link

“Hello?”

“Hey, Jack, I had some questions about the budget for the Pizzaplex building.”

“Ugh, are you doubting me? Again? Look, don’t worry about it.”

Vanessa collapsed behind the CEO's desk. The secretary knew better by now to ask her questions, but there were clues. Based on the background noise, the dusty office, and how slurred his voice was, Jack was out on vacation. Again. “I wouldn’t be worrying about it if I didn’t know, for a fact, that it should’ve taken longer to get the safety certificates for the site.” She glanced down at the budget and the weird charge. “And doesn’t require an extra ten thousand dollar charge out of nowhere.”

Jack didn’t answer for a hot minute, allowing her to listen to what sounded like tango music. Vanessa pulled away the phone to sigh and massage her temples, feeling the beginnings of a stress headache to take hold. She wished she had enough of Jack’s carefree nature to waste money on vacations every month. “Look, I know as Daddy’s good girl-” Her hand clenched at the words. “You doubt me. But, hey! The company hasn’t fallen apart yet!”

“That’s because you have me do everything.” Vanessa paused before she could dissolve into the ancient scolding. He didn’t care and never would. “Look, you told me to focus on the game, right? I can’t do that if I’m cleaning up your messes.”

“Look, I have to go. A hot girl’s calling my name-”

“Wait-!”

“Bye~!”

The phone went silent, and Vanessa pulled it away from her ear with a groan. She moved to retype Jack’s number in but a text popped up.

It was her manager. Beta-testing on Help Wanted about to start. Are you coming into work?

Yes. I’m coming, sorry.

Vanessa got up, pushing in the chair, before marching out of the office. Honestly, she should just leave Fazber Ent. to crumble apart.

It would be more than anyone else did.

#my writing #Vanessa #FNAF Vanessa #FNAF #Five Nights at Freddy's #FNAF Security Breach #Five Nights at Freddy's Security Breach #prompt fill #prompt fic #fic #fanfic #fanfiction

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neonarboretumart · 2 years

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Idea 3: Pizzaplex is an engineering disaster waiting to happen.

An idea that I don't see brought up at all, is the idea that the Pizzaplex is not constructed well.

Remember in FNAF 6 when the tutorial unit said this?

"There may be times when you purchase something of questionable quality, and we don't blame you. Cutting corners is just good business."

Fazbear Entertainment would probably find it a lot cheaper just to pay off the people inspecting the plex than to actually put money into making sure everything is up to code.

This all works in my mind because Fazbear Entertainment has been proven to follow the "be as cheap as possible" and "maximize profits by any means necessary" approaches many times in the past.

If Fazbear Entertainment is willing to do this to cut costs, who knows what else they have done?

BTW This has happened in real life, even down to the shoddy construction and profit maximization. It was the Sampoong Department store collapse. Link

Honestly, all of these sound like pretty great ideas, but this one interests me the most. I’ll be super honest, the Vanny/Vanessa arc isn’t top of my interests besides the idea of possession/Agony/corrupting energy. I think the mechanics are interesting, but I find the characters dull. That’s not to say your ideas around them don’t have an audience! I’m just not them. I do like the question of whether glitchtrap’s energy/influence ever really leaves Vanessa even in the 3 star ending. I think Afton’s own agony and rage is too powerful to go down so easily, and she’s a compatible vessel.

But anyway, THIS one really captures what I love about security breach. The pizzaplex. Comfort me would like to believe that it would be an alright (if not wildly overpriced) place to go. (Personal comfort headcanon is that the pizzaplex is pandemic-safe bc hey no human staff plz just let me go there) but also this is Fazbear we’re talking about, this place is safety violations up the wazzoo. Even the freeroaming animatronics without human minders is a lil iffy!

I won’t even start on the INSANE madness that is the Book Version pizzaplex, ik that the books aren’t canon, only canon-adjacent, but that shit is WILD. And also really graphic, just, plain graphic, tw for anyone planning to read/listen to HAPPS especially. A lot of it calls into question whether we can really put it all down to simple corner-cutting. There’s sections of the books at the very least that make me wonder whether the true goal underlying some of the design decisions isn’t the same one that’s been at the heart of fazbear designs, or at the very least Afton Robotics, for decades.

And while I don’t believe glitchtrap is TRULY William in all his former complex glory, I think he’s still driven by the same thing that drove him to…whatever the hell he became in the first place. He’s now a thing driven by Agony, rage and the sheer determination to Continue at all costs. He’s like a memetic virus, and I don’t see a reason why, with him at the heart of so much, that wouldn’t seep into everything around him. I doubt Vanny is the first to be influenced, even if she was the most overt.

Basically I think the in-canon gaming company (the name escapes me) and Fazbear entertainment are sus for more than just heehoo capitalism reasons. I think it was made to be quietly dangerous, whether than was the initial conscious plan, or more likely something subconscious that evolved over time, assisted by FE’s willingness to cut corners.

Idk I’m not good at all this stuff and I don’t really write about theories or anything, but that’s my two pennies worth. Thank you for sending me your cool ideas!!! I hope they all become fics someday

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf theory #tales from the pizzaplex #pizzaplex

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empatheticallyslighted · 1 year

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For when I Delete everything and Move

Blog #1 Part of What I want to post but can't tell anyone yet.

Was working on a resume for a job I want. One of several I've pursued. Rearranging things to defend myself in this context and that to make my self more appealing for the HR person in the job I don't want to give me a chance at the work I do.

Found myself carried away today. Suddenly all the time has gone out the window, into the screen that I know no one ever see's.

Today I didn't finish the resume and I didn't even apply, so I'm posting what I wrote here to be less of waste of my time, but this is the first time, a chance for someone looking into my window to know what I was doing, to know why I wasn't doing anything it would seem from the outside.

I have things that I want and things that I need. I need to take care of my health by myself. That is my ultimate pursuit, by far. Even Though I know that’s not easy. I’m making many advancements in my goal although the biggest setbacks and hurdles are what's keeping me. Finding work that is what I want and gives me the financial independence I spend all my anxiety pursuing is something that it keeps me from.

Would love a single level, 1 bed/1 bath, but you know how the housing market is. Not to mention renting. My ESA is another thing that I have to figure out entirely because even though by law I can’t be rejected, I can’t afford to fight everyone I find myself rejected by if I can’t even afford the rent they’re asking for.

I cook all my food and do all the things you should do when you can’t afford anything when I'm renting. Wouldn't have left my old apartment even with the 5 other people living there had it not been the increase. My Grandma thinks I should get a boyfriend. I shouldn't have to get a relationship to be able to afford to live anywhere. I hate the usery in that.

Not to mention the difficulties of having two jobs and not having two hours between them to go anywhere else, Another big hit to my social life. Imagine having nothing to talk about with your co-workers because everyone else is going out frequently and you’re not because you can’t afford to use the gas to get you there. I have been trying to save up to move out of Utah for years and every time I do something hits my bank account and the digits play jackpot with zero's. Don't get me started on the people who tease me for acting like I never have money because I don't and accuse me of just being a scrooge or cheapskate.

That’s me but I’m working on it.

I saved up and dyed my hair, for example, since I knew my preschool job would be ending and I could get a day off from the pizza place to do so... Half paid in advance so that I'd force myself to go so that when an inevitable disaster like my check engine light coming on for the 2nd time in a week three weeks after buying the used car, for comical comparison wouldn't stop me from going. hahaha!

I need more money than I have, so much money. Unlike most people I've heard say they're broke, I don't buy anything like alcohol or the newest phone. my phone broke and I got the oldest version being sold which is two generations after the phone I broke. Shout out to my X-Step dad, Jarhead for that coupon and adding me to his unlimited data plan and for assisting with fixing my recent car troubles. keeping me grounded, you will probably never read this, but I love and appreciate everything you anyway.

Thank you, Joy, my house grandma, for letting me live here rent free for longer than anticipated! Not a day goes by that I am unappreciative, but I wouldn't be honest if I didn't want to leave, because, well, look at me. I'm a loser in every measurable way. Although we both know you are too kind to mention it. I'm 23, will be turning 24 in August I need to get my shit together, like please.

Some people will say I should get more into social media if I just want something to talk about. Here's a shot with this post I guess but Listen I can't help but be an internet recluse. If I listen to too much music, I enter this state of hating all sounds to the point that cutting myself up sounds more interesting. Not to mention the Scroll of a thing is less hypnotic to me and more like torture. I can only stand so much, so talking about the nerdy nuances of the internet or even things with people I enjoy while still feeling as socially inept as I am, is a major contribution to the depression I already over experience, so social media is not an option for my survival. Like telling someone with lung cancer to smoke Enthought they don't enjoy smoking or get anything out of it except more cancer.

I want to have work that is rewarding on a level that I’m performing meaningful service with people who care about what they’re doing and aren't just doing it because their aunt or father got them the job without an interview. I want to utilize the skill sets I have instead of just filling space for entry jobs I don’t have any interest in doing. It’s a moral drain on my spirit. However!

HERE I AM! WORKIng In FOoD! like I don't have a 4.0 or like I haven't finished puberty. fuckin hell

Mostly I’m tired of being told that I’m an exceptional worker and never being officially recognized for it in some tangible proof aside from the private quiet compliments of people trying to be nice but clearly don’t think anyone aside from them deserves recognition. who never go out of their way to do anything that shows they appreciate others or anyone below them or on the same level.

I'm pretty certain this is a Utah culture thing, but I'd love the opportunity to work and live elsewhere to be proven wrong or right in my hypothesis.

I'm so tired of constantly trying my best and working to get even better while co-workers take advantage of my work ethic keeping them afloat, and their family connections, sitting around talking like nothing's happening meanwhile I’m balancing all the hot pans in my smoldering hands and cleaning up the teacher who brought in her baby let it crawl all over the floor with a full dipper letting it leave a trail of shit all over the floor and leaving me to clean it up because she had other things to get to before the next class started.

I hate to say it but the first people I’ve met, ever, in the most recent jobs that gave me recognition are not A. Mormon or B. From Utah with family here. Were at this pizza place. I wouldn't have applied if any of the jobs I wanted got back to me or if I didn't need a second job outside of the temp daycare. For real the only reason I've been staying at the pizza joint is them. Obviously, I am applying to and looking for work in jobs I actually want, shits hard.

The manager, the one I like because he doesn’t treat me like an NPC in his main storyline, The they, the one that slays and still has time to recognize others. He who has actually gone out of their way to help me. Is leaving for better opportunities. GOOD FOR HIM! He Deserves everything in life Genuinely!!!!! Man was the first manager to make the store I work at profitable. Love so much, huge respect!

Yes, I am terrified and salty to the realization that I will be subject to what I am unfortunately used to at this point from new Managers with a capital M, that is of course self-centered workmanship, complete lack of humility and what is known as big dick energy small dick insecurity. Snaps in comments if you know what I mean!

The other, my manager friend who, although being there longer, was insisting to the GM of the other store at the time that I should have been promoted Since I was doing just as good if not better in some levels, then they were and keeping up everywhere else. That was just such a real experience because they did it in front of me and the GM and weren’t just saying it in private to me to blow smoke up my ass or boost my ego. Even better because I have asthma, We stan a Queen of Coworking allyship.

So, yeah… I guess I will take some blame for not just letting shit hit the floor when everyone wants to go chat in the break room like we actually have a time for break at this moment. I’ll accept fault for letting it get to me, because I know it does. I can be a very spiteful bitch babe, it’s true. I learned it from you.

I come from a fractured family, a low income child of teen pregnancy. It doesn't matter that you were technically married before I was born, that marriage lasted zero memories in my baby brain, less than 3 years barely two if we’re being generous.

Me, oh my who is I, has been passed along from family member to relative family member, up through college in the department of dependency like a child of the state or orphan with none of the benefits to identify as such in any legal capacity for the stupid FAFSA consider me an independent adult before the age of 24 for financial aid consideration. look it up. Of course, now that I'm turning 24, I want to leave this state and live for a minute independently for minimum 1 year to take advantage of in-state tuition in one of the states I've been eyeing but that is neither here nor there at this point.

GET ME A JOB AND A PLACE TO LIVE ON ONE OF THE COASTal STATES, PLEASE I'll EVEN TAKE MAINE, OR or FL at this point.

I'm just trying to finish college which I’ve been saving up for to put myself through, independently so that I might actually have a chance.

Yes, I am 1 math credit from having an associate and have been so horribly paralyzed with math anxiety that I have missed a few days of practice to get my score high enough to just test out because I really can’t afford the time or money for that one class to get to the class, I actually need for the credit to count.

I am an orphan without ever being put up for adoption. All the guilt and imposter syndrome to go with the therapy I can’t afford to go to as much as I feel would help and the ceaseless questions of When I’m getting a car or going to do what other people my age have already done already to combo the peer pressure of not fitting into society with this social media mania that does not match my psychosis. She's a spring and my mental state's a fall, we just clash, you know.

wow, actually it's great that you've read this far honestly thank you for that. I feel like I can really tell you this.

I need Something that lets me be physical, can be a little spontaneous, is social in more than just the deescalate a situation kind of way, I am burnt out on de-escalation. I’m looking for something that can afford me the ability to pay for my pre-existing conditions, a safe place to sleep and have my mail sent to, perhaps some social time to make genuine connections with people. I know that’s asking a lot considering the peers I find myself part of. If I mention anything going on with me, they feel the need to explain to me how their life is so much worse like some sort of limp dick measuring contest to see who's is more flaccid. my apologize for explaining it this way considering that I actually don't get sexual stuff, but I find this is most understandable to the people who can look at someone and just steam over with horny.

I know, you know, we all know, things could be worse and yet every time someone mentions that a baby kitten dies. Are any of us happy over that, indisputable fact? No, but here we are. living life and I don't mean the miracle that is life I mean the circumstance of our place in society-based life being resistant and uncooperative in genuinely helpful change. I can help you get a job at the pizza place if you walk in the store because I have a job at a pizza place, I cannot give you recognition in the job, I can't give you a house, or a functioning car or... you know what let's make this simple I can't give you anything I don't have and everything that I do. I doubt you want that; we'll have to surgically remove 70% of your thyroid and add some problems you have no control over or money to fix. That's life. Impossible and I wouldn't let you get away with half of that stupid pursuit. I don't want whatever you have in exchange anyway even if I had nothing to lose and everything to gain in the swap.

Anyway I suppose that's the whole of the defense I was trying to make for my character as a hard-working individual which ultimately evolved into a rant and roast of myself like so many wasted hours of talk which involves the subject of me goes. You'd think I'd go do something productive after posting this but nope. I'm going to delete it off my resume and then post it and that will be all.

Good night!

Note to self: Delete Now.

#blogtoself

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monty-glasses-roxy · 2 years

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Idea 3: Pizzaplex is an engineering disaster waiting to happen.

An idea that I don't see brought up at all, is the idea that the Pizzaplex is not constructed well.

Remember in FNAF 6 when the tutorial unit said this?

"There may be times when you purchase something of questionable quality, and we don't blame you. Cutting corners is just good business."

Fazbear Entertainment would probably find it a lot cheaper just to pay off the people inspecting the plex than to actually put money into making sure everything is up to code.

This all works in my mind because Fazbear Entertainment has been proven to follow the "be as cheap as possible" and "maximize profits by any means necessary" approaches many times in the past.

If Fazbear Entertainment is willing to do this to cut costs, who knows what else they have done?

BTW This has happened in real life, even down to the shoddy construction and profit maximization. It was the Sampoong Department store collapse. Informative Link

Oh interesting!

But yeah it's canon that the Plex is a disaster. The track in Roxy's Raceway won't lay properly because the ground is unstable, the walls are thin enough for an assisted go-kart that probably can't reach the speeds necessary to do this, can break through walls and the only durable parts of this place seem to be where the animatronics are not allowed to go.

That being said, they did just put a big stop sign over a picture of Monty on chain link fences to keep him out and look how well that worked.

Also, generators in soft play structures? In a daycare? Cool game idea! Not great life idea!

But yeah this is something I've brought up as side points in some AUs and stuff of mine. The place is built on what seems like mines and caverns that are being filled with the waste from the Plex in order to probably cut costs on waste disposal. This place is a fucking health and safety nightmare.

#fnaf security breach #pop rox answers #/chill

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northwoodsenid · 1 year

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I just need to word vomit

So, it has been a while since I have used tumblr as a journal but I am just processing some stuff right now.

For a tiny bit of back story, my eldests dad vanished from his life but I have stayed close to his family. His mom kind of took the mother role figure for me since I haven’t had any relationship with my mom in 15 years.

But ever since I moved back to Utah our relationship has been.. weird. I realized I have changed a lot since I live d in Utah and part of that change is being more assertive and setting boundaries. It got to the point where I could tell she was scared to ask me stuff and instead would go to my husband to ask him (stuff I already had no too for example) this was causing some triangulation so I told her to stop this and she went on the attack and told me I have been so emotional lately I am hard to handle.

This was shocking to me because besides like.. capitalism and money issues.. emotionally I have been the best I have ever been. What she was referring to was me struggling with essentially being homeless for a year (staying with a family friend) and not being able to afford the cost of living in Utah but being terrifed to start over in a new state with the risk of the same thing happening again.

Maybe I had vented to her too much about this, maybe I should have got a therapist in this area sooner for that outlet but yet I felt I was justified in being stressed and really didn’t unload on her much at all and mainly utilized dbt skills to regulate myself and if needed reached out for support.

Anyways, things were iffy and we tried to mend things. She refused to apologize or take accountably and I did not think my boundaries were out of line. Fast forward to Halloween time we are at a pumpkin patch with the kids and she drops on us the family friend is moving and what are our plans to move out.

I listed off everything I had been looking into (I have experience in this due to work) but we made a bit too much to qualify. It was like she didn’t beleive me and kept directing all the questions to my husband. I finally was like, “you can’t just drop out of my life because I am too emotional about my situation and then when you come back don’t believe me when I telling you what I am doing.” She told me she had never said any of that and I stormed off.

I felt hurt and just.. frustrated she refused to take accountability and instead tried to tell me she never said what she said. I have my faults and I own up when I fuck up and need to mend things and apologize but situations with her kept arising where it felt as if she was so used to me being the emotionally fucked up one that she just was twiddling her thumbs waiting for me to apologize. In our relationship she has always made me feel like the bad guy and I am at the point in my healing journey where I don’t feel the need to apologize for something that isn’t my fault.

After this, she called my husbands parents and told them we were emotionally fucked up and offered to drive to our place with them to see if we need to get serious help. Which, once again this is so over the line. And such a breach of trust and everything?? And when I said hey that was over the line what in the hell she said she hears us that we don’t want her support. No accountability. No apology and she probably never will.

I am just hurt, and also it is making me spiral a bit because what in the hell is wrong with me that every parental figure in my life treats me like this. I keep doing the work and digging into all my faults but I still don’t see reason for how people view me. I don’t know if the signs had been there and I was so desperate for a mother figure I ignored them, or I don’t know if she is dealing with her own shit and has always been able to control and steam roll me.

I have been processing this a lot in therapy, and I know it is just going to stay like it is because she won’t acknowledge she overstepped.

Anyways, I just needed to let some of this out. The grief comes and goes in waves. And then I hear more details of some of the stuff she was saying about me to my husbands parents and I just think… she hates me. And I wonder how long she has hated me but was too scared to talk to me.

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uglyshirtsinc · 2 years

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Idea 3: Pizzaplex is an engineering disaster waiting to happen.

An idea that I don't see brought up at all, is the idea that the Pizzaplex is not constructed well.

Remember in FNAF 6 when the tutorial unit said this?

"There may be times when you purchase something of questionable quality, and we don't blame you. Cutting corners is just good business."

Fazbear Entertainment would probably find it a lot cheaper just to pay off the people inspecting the plex than to actually put money into making sure everything is up to code.

This all works in my mind because Fazbear Entertainment has been proven to follow the "be as cheap as possible" and "maximize profits by any means necessary" approaches many times in the past.

If Fazbear Entertainment is willing to do this to cut costs, who knows what else they have done?

BTW This has happened in real life, even down to the shoddy construction and profit maximization. It was the Sampoong Department store collapse. Link

first off, idea 2 might have gotten eaten by the tumblr gods so uh- you might wanna resend me that one-

rather than respond all in one go ill just respond as i read so you see my real time thoughts but all of that is under the read more cut because not everyone wants to see my late night rants

literally anything said by tutorial unit in fnaf 6 gave me trust issues that lil shit taught me that it wasnt just ha ha silly, no some businesses DO actually do that. i also relearned that during my food handlers permit test and honestly it makes the fnaf games food storing conditions a thousand times scarier imo. forget the literal child murder or possessed robots, it's unsanitary kitchen environments that rattle my bones!

so what im hearing is fazbear entertainment is committing OSCHA violations? them and every after school theater group lmao

THE PARAGRAPH ABOVE IS A JOKE I DIDNT EXPECT TO SCROLL AND SEE THE ACTUAL VIOLATION BE LISTED I SPIT MY SODA LAUGHING- YOU PULLED UP THE UTAH BUILDING CODES TOO THIS HAS GOT TO BE ONE OF MY NEW FAVORITE ASKS TO EVER RECIEVE THAT IS PURE DEDICATION

the sentence "safer in a box" both disturbs me and makes complete sense. it's definitely the lesser of two evils, but i can hate both evils equally!

#fnaf #asks #favorites #as i said a new favorite ask i must add it to my favorites tag

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cripple-punk-dad · 1 year

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I literally do not know what happened here-

But also! Good opportunity to remind y'all that just because you know someone who's in a wheelchair or uses mobility aids doesn't mean that you can't be a raging ableist! Not all disabled people have the same abilities. I know that this person is trying to bait me into saying what disabilities I have, but I don't owe them any of that information because it's private and they don't get to know that. Have a lovely day!

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all of the pictures are a series of YouTube comments in chronological order. The first one (the original comment) was posted 4 weeks and reads:

"Oh my God ok so I live in a small town that's right next to Utah and let me fuuuucking tell you. At the time I worked at the Christa McAuliffe Space Education center (which by the way you should seriously look into the fascinating culture behind space simulators in Utah. There are like four within a 100 mile radius.) And as it was an imerssive space experience, we all were really worried about the loss of customers. We all followed the story Super closely. It was fucking wild. Anyways, there's also literally nothing to do in Utah. Thanksgiving point is phenomenal but it's in the middle of buttfuck nowhere"

The comment has 128 likes and 11 replies.

The next picture is a reply from another person. The date, username, and part of the pfp are cut off. The comment reads:

As some one who lives in Utah you saying there's "literally nothing to do in Utah' is false. You don't have to like it here, but come on. Of course there's things to do here (rolling eyes emoji) You act like we don't have an amusement park, aquarium, a shit ton of skiing & snowboarding shenanigans, Sundance Flim Festival (which I rarely spend money at and walk away with my bags full of free shit), Park City, Hogle Zoo, Aviary, our IMAX Theatre/Clark Planetarium, Wendover is only 90 min away, Lakes for fishing/boating/jet skis, etc, camping & hiking ALL OVER, 5 fucking national parks, & tons of arcades & escape rooms & whatnot. God you just made me so mad for no reason (laughing crying emoji)

The comment has one like.

The next image is a reply from the original commenter that reads:

Lol I'm in a wheelchair man. Most of the stuff you listed is not possible for me. No reason to get so pressed about someone else's comment. Just cuz I don't like it here does not affect your ability to do so

The next image is a reply from the same person that reads:

my mom is in has a Walker & uses a wheelchair depending on the day & we have even gone camping with her.. I'm not sure Ibelieve you when you say you haven't done the stuff I listed? She's been to almost all those places with me (not Park City-those streets are hella steep!)

The next image is a reply from the original poster that reads:

Believe it or not, different disabled people have differing levels of mobility and just because one disabled person can do something doesn't mean another disabled person can do it.

The next image is from the same person that reads:

Probably much to your disbelief I'm 100% aware that people have different disabilities that not only affect them differently but mean that they can't necessarily do what everyone else can do. It's almost like have lived with a physically disabled mother & had a job where I did activities with disabled teenagers (this included mental and/or physical disabilities.) So is there a specific reason you're so triggered by my responses or is there something else? I listed some activities that are here in Utah & you said due to your disability you couldn't do them & I stated my mother has done several of them with me in a wheelchair & instead of further explaining anything you keep being defensive? Any specific reason?

The next comment under that in the same image is from the original commenter and it reads:

I'm confused about why you're so upset about a random disabled stranger on the internet saying that they can't physically do a lot of things in Utah Imao.

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#disability #ableism #disabled community #cpunk #cripples #online ableism

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lavenderr-starrs · 2 years

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Idea 3: Pizzaplex is an engineering disaster waiting to happen.

An idea that I don't see brought up at all, is the idea that the Pizzaplex is not constructed well.

Remember in FNAF 6 when the tutorial unit said this?

"There may be times when you purchase something of questionable quality, and we don't blame you. Cutting corners is just good business."

Fazbear Entertainment would probably find it a lot cheaper just to pay off the people inspecting the plex than to actually put money into making sure everything is up to code.

This all works in my mind because Fazbear Entertainment has been proven to follow the "be as cheap as possible" and "maximize profits by any means necessary" approaches many times in the past.

If Fazbear Entertainment is willing to do this to cut costs, who knows what else they have done?

BTW This has happened in real life, even down to the shoddy construction and profit maximization. It was the Sampoong Department store collapse. Link

NO BECAUSE SERIOUSLY THOUGH I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAAAN ITS LITERALLY BUILT OVER A BURNT DOWN BUILDING WITH A GIANT FREAKING HOLE?!?! Like come on bro even I know that’s a bad idea and I hate business.

This reminds me of the post I made back in January about wanting to know who owns the industry now and how the faze bears entertainment is still up and running despite literally everything that’s happend?? Who’s “bright idea” was it anyways??? Honestly I wouldn’t be surprise if some messed up capitalist bought the place just for the money it could bring them and not give a single heck about the peoples safety 🙄

Also engineering classes? Wow your very big brain! Lolol

#i wonder if there were people out their who admired Afton for different reasons and are trying to continue #either a l false legacy of a quote on quote tragic business man #or trying to follow the footsteps of a great killer #and the whole reason the pizza plex and the games exist is to create another afton legacy or smth #ask thingy #fnaf security breach

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ghostlyvelvetheart · 2 years

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Idea 3: Pizzaplex is an engineering disaster waiting to happen.

An idea that I don't see brought up that often, is the idea that the Pizzaplex is not constructed well.

Remember in FNAF 6 when the tutorial unit said this?

"There may be times when you purchase something of questionable quality, and we don't blame you. Cutting corners is just good business."

Fazbear Entertainment would probably find it a lot cheaper just to pay off the people inspecting the plex than to actually put money into making sure everything is up to code.

This all works in my mind because Fazbear Entertainment has been proven to follow the "be as cheap as possible" and "maximize profits by any means necessary" approaches many times in the past.

The building also doesn't appear to have ANY fire extinguishing systems, or at least not enough of them considering the pizzaplex burns down in 2 of the endings. In one of those endings the entire place is destroyed after Glamrock Freddy sets some plushies on fire in some random gift shop. This just shouldn't happen, at least not that easily.

If Fazbear Entertainment is willing to do this to cut costs, who knows what else they have done?

BTW This has happened in real life, even down to the shoddy construction and profit maximization. It was the Sampoong Department store collapse. Link

Some things I want to consider beforehand: how long had Ness even been stuck at the megaplex for? Did William let her go home ever or even pay rent? Did she have roommates, or perhaps, a lover who she stayed with (yeah, I'm referring to Luis here.)?

Assuming the last one so that she has a place to stay, because otherwise, Ness and Gregory may both wind up in a cardboard box (hey that's a new idea).

Taking Gregory as far away from the disaster waiting to happen as possible and Gregory getting not only a mother, but also a father in the process, is what that kid needs. Sure, he has Freddy already, but the shilling of overpriced junk food is not good for a child's health in the long run, and sometimes rules (specifically shady company policies, which Fazbear Entertainment is notorious for) need to be broken, and Freddy isn't a fan of breaking rules. (Assuming Luis is the guy behind the arcade conspiracy message, but also based on his emails in AR) Luis on the other hand is fine with bending and breaking rules if it's for the safely of others or generally for the better. Besides, an orphan getting three new legal guardians is better than one, and Luis being one of them it makes Gregory's parent-teacher evenings a bit less awkward.

Gregory's new parents would probably do everything they can to keep him from having to interact with Fazbear Entertainment again, because thankfully, somehow Gregory managed to get away with the property damage, and flukes don't happen twice. Ness and Luis would definitely pour a LOT of support into any Arts careers or anything not related to robots that Gregroy may think of pursuing. If or when Gregory does pursue something coding or robotics related (Arts and Technology intermingle a LOT. You can't have one without the other), they'd support him just as much, but also do everything they can to make sure nothing bad happens to him like with what happened to them.

#fnaf ness #fnaf luis #fnaf luis cabrera #fnaf vanessa #fnaf gregory #ghostly does a thing #ghostly answers

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the-firebird69 · 5 months

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So our son mentions that there could be a place in Utah with streets that say stuff like in westborough and maybe even in Arizona this might take a little longer than 5 seconds and it might be to effectively push out supposedly the pseudo empire when he thinks it's to balance it out and to push them out but they'll be very few of them left and we concur there is an analogous area downtown area in both Arizona would be the mini as a vehicle Utah would be a different car and our son has yet to get one of his old vehicles back at all he doesn't have stuff that's old it's always new and that is true and the old Firebird is probably not it either and it's not the first mini mega made on their own chassis he is very specific and no it's the first mini extended on the chassis they made it's approved by us and she knows which one that is it's the one that starts selling like crazy and it's moving now people are going to check and it will probably help her as in fighting over it the other thing the other ones they shouldn't get to him because they're junk now this mini is not very big but it's bigger than his Tercel it's about the size of the Corolla but it's actually a bit beefier it's not a great car for him it's not that safe but it's a lot safer than a lot of other cars the question is what's going to happen in Arizona if anything and he has an auntie there but really doesn't like like a living with people and she has an apartment and Uncle Frank would be involved but they don't want to be in Florida and it's not true so wondering how that would happen

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And this other part about the coach Dave got a coach from Meghan Markle and she went nuts and she still is selling them and building them because of what was said and Dave went ahead to Boston and drag them back and he made it there in his little coach what we think is he drove back here after going to Utah and made it back in his little coach. And that would be the mini and he's have stuff with him and money and it's enough to fit in a briefcase and you have to carry it that way without a handcuff but it carries it with him right here on the seat it's way too much money for him to but lose somewhere and he brings it here and keeps him in cash in his little safe and it heats the house up and people get the s*** kicked out of them he keeps seducing them out but that's what happens and he inherited some money and it's going to happen that way and there's a rivalry between Aunt Rose and Mom and she thinks it's a good time so he ends up going there for a Time and then ask us how and how does someone really do that when you go to visit and that's how and she's not all alone she has some family and they want to fly him out and stuff with a return ticket it's been planned for a while so he goes out there and he flies out and he'd have to move his stuff and it's a real pain then you have to move his stuff back so there's a little bit of a calculation error and Dave doesn't go out there and live he just is out there for a few days so I think the story is kind of close except we think that he goes to Utah without going to Arizona and they have a car for him that his mom bought supposedly and she did buy one of the mini and it's not true so how is he going to get a mini well he buys it that's how this knuckleheads things all sorts of stuff but they have done stuff like that and they're not really smart so they would but he goes out and he buys a car because he doesn't want to take the cash on the plane he's afraid someone will take it so he plots out of course and he drives home and his other stuff to bring with him that's why and it's larger and it's things he needs and it's heirlooms and some is worth quite a bit of money so he drives back and he said hotels are not cheap and he makes it and it works

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SMART BOMB

The Completely Unnecessary News Analysis

By Christopher Smart

December 26, 2023

AND THE PERSON OF THE YEAR IS... AN AIRPORT?

We've been waiting with baited breath for 364 days and finally it's here. The Salt Lake Tribune's Person of the Year is, wait for it, The Salt Lake City International Airport. We are not making this up. So, you may be asking, how does an airport become a person? Probably the same way corporations became persons and money became speech. It's complicated so try not to think about it too much. The other thing is that The Trib folks may have found themselves in a bind because there weren't a lot of real people standouts in 2023. Gov. Spencer Cox made national news for imploring everyone to disagree more nicely. That didn't cut it. Salt Lake City got tapped to host the 2034 Winter Olympics so The Trib could have made the Kimball Jct. Olympic Park ski jump the person of the year. But no. Here are some other potential would-be Utah Persons of the Year: Attorney General Sean Reyes for helping Tim Ballard find trafficked children with the aid of a psychic. Rep. Chris Stewart for quitting Congress (thank God). Ogden brothers Raland and Loy Brunson who sued to get Joe Biden thrown out of the White House. And finally, The King James Bible that made the news for containing pornography that could get it banned from Utah schools — in which case, more kids would read it.

5 WAYS TO BETTER ENJOY THE NEW YEAR

Well Wilson, we're half way through the 2023 Holiday Season, which is kinda like mile 13 in a marathon — you're thinking, I'll be glad when this is over. Gird your loins and cowboy up. We probably wouldn't have made it this far were it not for a wonderful feature in the Deseret News headlined, “5 ways early Utah pioneers enjoyed Christmas (Holidays) more than Americans today.” This, of course, was before Christmas became a celebration of capitalism and stuff. In the holiday spirit the D News spells out how they embraced the joyous season with 1. Dancing 2. Singing 3. Speaking & Performing 4. Splendid Dinners and 5. Sitting & Visiting. It got the staff here at Smart Bomb to thinking about ways to live out the remainder of the holidays in our times with an emphasis on “live,” as in to survive. 1. Don't drink a lot of eggnog, sweet stuff can give you a bad hangover. 2. To avoid hangovers after too much eggnog, drink a quart of water and take three aspirin before bed. 3. If the bedroom is spinning stick your fingers down your throat and throw up. 4. If you do have a hangover in the morning, avoid visiting your spouse's family. Use any excuse to get out of it — but don't say you're hungover. 5. Before visiting the in-laws it's advisable to have a strong drink or two. Repeat from No. 1.

ESCAPE WINTER — CHEAP JANUARY GETAWAYS

OK, Christmas is over and you're practically broke. It's dark and it's cold, the air tastes like Mag Corp and January has 62 days. What to do — blow out this puke hole! It's really a no-brainer except that you're short on Benjamins and your credit card is about to explode. When things get scary this time of year, Wilson and the Smart Bomb Band jump in the van and take a bead on Death Valley. It's in the mid-60s there and all you need is a tent, a warm bag, a Coleman stove and lots of Ramen, beer and weed (optional). Under sunny skies you can strip down to your skivvies, race desert tortoises and work on a winter tan. But you might have to fight the chuckwalla lizards and horned toads for space on the toasty rocks. If you've got a little more stamina and know someone with a Hobie Cat you can venture to Puerto Peñasco at the tip of the Sea of Cortez, 60 miles from the U.S. border. The town has a shrimp fleet and you can buy it by the kilo for a song along with a case of Mexican Beer. You'll be in heaven. If you're even more adventurous drive another 150 miles south to Guaymas where you can camp at Mish Mash Beach where the original “Catch 22” was filmed. Go easy on the tequila and don't be afraid of the hippies, they're only looking for a good time and they like to share.

Post script — Holy tamale, some dudes in California have succeeded in producing nuclear fusion, when two or more atoms smash together releasing huge amounts of energy. It's the reaction that powers the sun and fusion doesn't create waste that requires long-term storage like present-day fission nuclear reactors do. It's a breakthrough of immense import. But for some Utahns the word “fusion” is like a kick in the gut. That's because in 1989 electrochemists Martin Fleischmann and Stanley Pons announced what they called “cold fusion” that reportedly they created in a Hellmann's Mayonnaise jar. Before you could say, we'll all be rich and famous, then-University of Utah President Chase Peterson announced the mind-blowing details to the world. But alas, no other scientists could replicate their work and it was discovered that Fleischmann and Pons didn't actually detect nuclear reaction byproducts. Oops. The pair along with the University of Utah became late-night TV joke punchlines. Now, however, the scientists at Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory have produced energy from nuclear fusion on three separate occasions. The future is here — again. Chase Peterson, Martin Fleischmann and Stanley Pons could not be found for comment. They could be racing desert tortoises in Death Valley.

Well Wilson, talk of Guaymas must bring back some found memories for you and the guys. OK, maybe there were some that weren't all that fun but you can't have adventure unless you go on an adventure. So how about you dust off the wanderlust and give us a theme song for January:

Nibblin' on sponge cake, watchin' the sun bake All of those tourists covered with oil Strummin' my six-string on my front-porch swing Smell those shrimp, they're beginnin' to boil Wasting away again in Margaritaville Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim there's a woman to blame But I know it's nobody's fault Don't know the reason, stayed here all season With nothing to show but this brand-new tattoo But it's a real beauty, aMexican cutie How it got here I haven't a clue Wasting away again in Margaritaville Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim there's a woman to blame Now I think, "Hell! It could be my fault." I blew out my flip-flop, stepped on a pop top Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home But there's booze in the blender And soon it will render That frozen concoction that helps me hang on Wasting away again in Margaritaville Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim there's a woman to blame But I know, it's my own damn fault

("Margaritaville" — Jimmy Buffett)

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