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soursherbat · 6 months

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Sensation; Chapter One

Graveyard Shift

A Springtrap x OC fanfic

Word Count; 2,390

This job was seriously taking years off of my life. I’d started as a night guard a few nights for the new horror attraction opening up in town soon, and honestly? I’m not sure if this pay is worth it. Especially not after the last two nights...

My shift had been going fine, nothing out of the ordinary. I mean, aside from everything wrong with this place. I could deal with the hallucinations from the piss poor ventilation, I was already used to it before starting here, but a visit from my superiors made the mood deteriorate entirely.

It was nearly time for me to clock out when they showed up, wheeling something in on a hand truck. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw them wheel it past me while I was sitting in the office.

It was a large animatronic, a Spring Bonnie model from what I could tell. It was badly damaged and looked incredibly dirty and disheveled, but its outward appearance wasn’t what had scared me.

Its eyes were following me. They were looking directly at me, its gaze staying focused on me as they wheeled it past the window.

Their eyes had a look I couldn’t place. It didn’t feel like the typical eye contact mascot suits would make with you, their eyes designed to create the illusion that they were looking at you when they simply weren’t. No, this thing had been staring at me, studying me intently, its eyes containing a liveliness behind them that made me squirm in my chair.

It was difficult to disguise my discomfort when they told me before clocking out that it would be staying here in the building, as they had plans to incorporate it into the attraction. I left without a word, driving home in silence as I ruminated on what that would mean for me going forward.

Sleep eluded me that night. I was hoping it was just another hallucination, but every time that moment played itself over in my head, I became more certain that I hadn’t imagined it. It even haunted my dreams, stalking through the dimly lit hallways of the building to find me.

Oh, how I wished that dream hadn’t come true. My next shift had come quicker than I would’ve liked, barely functioning from my sleepless night and surviving off of energy drinks and espresso shots for the first two hours or so.

The first time it appeared on the cameras I felt my skin crawl, my hair standing on end as I locked eyes with it once again.

It... it felt like it could see me through the cameras. I felt sick to my stomach as long buried feelings of panic and worry crept back into my mind, reminding me of events forgotten ages ago. My hands shook as we stared at each other, my breathing shallow and ragged when it started to move.

It shambled toward my location like a reanimated corpse, one of its joints clearly locked at the ankle. I realized quickly that it was drawn to the audio lures, following them mindlessly as I tried to make it move as far from the security office as possible.

I noticed it wasn’t just mindlessly following them after a few uses, when it... seemed to become confused that nobody was in the room it heard the sounds coming from. It was hard to tell, but it seemed to look around like it was searching for the source of the noises.

Its gaze always returned to the camera in the end, like it knew that I was watching it limp through the empty hallways. When it eventually reached camera ten I got a good look at it, my eyes wide with shock when I noticed exposed bone and old, decayed flesh and sinew visible in the tears in the suit.

Just what was I dealing with here? I wouldn’t find out until the next night, as the... creature didn’t move from that spot in the corner of camera ten for the rest of my shift. It just stared into the camera, its unblinking gaze burned into my memory at this point.

I left the moment my alarm beeped, punching my time card and leaving the building as quickly as I could. I closed the shutters and locked up, fleeing to my car without looking back.

I almost didn’t return to work the next night. I don’t know why I was even here, staring at my hands in the empty parking lot outside the building as I questioned my life choices up to this point.

Something was drawing me back here. That machine, that thing- there was something more to it. It didn’t seem particularly hostile, though the most interaction I’d had with the thing was a staring contest when they first recovered it.

However, once I got into the building, I had to question if that was true. Was it looking for me, or was it hunting me? I can’t tell- but it seemed particularly desperate to find me tonight.

I’m watching it move toward my desired spot for it- the room furthest from mine- when the entire system shuts down.

I panic. I flip the maintenance panel up, frantically resetting everything at once. I sit there anxiously, a pit forming in my stomach when I hear it dragging its metallic body through the vents.

Before I can react and long before any of the systems have reset, it shows up outside the window, looking at me. I feel the color drain from my face, my hands cold and clammy as we stare at each other through the glass once more.

“You... aren’t the one I had expected to find here.”

Did it just speak to me? A silent terror overtakes my rationality, making me freeze like a deer in the headlights. Not only was it a walking corpse in a rabbit costume, but it could talk as well? Its gravelly, strained voice was slightly muffled by the glass, though it... sounded like a person, more or less.

“But you still came back... why?”

I feel my throat tighten, constricting my breathing and making me tremble like a leaf. I’m still too stunned by the fact that it can speak to even consider responding, just waiting for it to lunge at me.

It tilts its head as it gazes at me, perhaps realizing that it had scared me. We both stay silent for a time, its eyes never leaving mine. It... he? They? They don’t seem intent on hurting me, though I knew from experience that not everyone let their violent intent show so easily.

“I... I don’t know.”

It’s the only response I can muster, still not sure why I’m here either. The longer I stared at it, the more it seemed like it was alive. A bio-mechanical abomination stood before me, asking a question like it was a concerned parent fretting over their child.

“May I come in... please?”

The question hits me like a ton of bricks. Every judgment and assumption I had made about this thing- this... person? Felt like it had just been thrown out the window.

They sound so desperate, so earnestly polite that I felt terrible for even considering being afraid of this... creature. I still don’t exactly know how to address them...

I can’t even form a response, just choking on what I want to say before I finally just give up and nod. They seem to perk up at that, making their way into the office. I recoil a bit, though I feel terrible about it.

They... they smell like a musty carpet that’s been left to rot, making me force back a gag. It makes sense, they are a corpse inside an old, ill-maintained suit...

It’s especially clear to me that this person is dead now that they’re standing directly in front of me, cracked bones wound with wires and desiccated muscle visible in the holes in their chassis.

I felt terrible for them, their past completely unknown to me, but their suffering was evident. I had still been hoping all of this was just a hallucination, a manifestation of my paranoia made worse by this place’s terrible ventilation, but the crushing weight of this strange reality was demolishing that idea entirely.

“Who... who are you?”

The question finally leaves my mouth, I’d been wanting to say something, anything, but until now it had felt like I was being choked.

They finally look away from me, the question was obviously a bit of a loaded one. They... chuckle, softly. It catches me by surprise, further humanizing this creature in front of me. They- he seems to be considering the question, as if he didn’t know how to answer.

“A dead man. No one... has called me by my name in a long time.”

He was obviously avoiding the question, acting as if he was stalling for time while he tried to make something up.

“Just call me... Springtrap.”

My brow furrows upon hearing his name. It was obviously bullshit, probably something he just now thought of. I could tell he was in a Spring Bonnie suit, remembering long-lost Polaroids of my parents visiting the old Fredbear’s Diner before it was shut down.

I’d heard from the recorded calls about the multiple springlock failures that happened around that time, wondering if that was the same fate that... “Springtrap” had met. God, what a silly name- I could hardly take him seriously now.

“Okay... Springtrap. You said you expected someone else- but who?”

He seems to tense again, avoiding looking me in the eyes as he answers my question.

“Nobody you should concern yourself with. You... were a pleasant surprise.”

I feel conflicted upon hearing him say that. The way he’s speaking, it sounds like I would have been much less fortunate if I had been the one he was expecting.

Before I can really consider that line of thinking, I notice that he’s been slowly inching his way closer to me. I wonder if he’s drawn to my voice the same way he is the audio lures, or if he’s planning something else.

No... he wouldn’t attack me at this point, right? The paranoia lurks in the back of my mind, my shoulders tensed when I see him take another step. I look up at him- suddenly feeling incredibly tiny, he was towering over me at this point- his eyes are focused on mine again.

Now that he’s this close, I can see an obvious longing in his expression. How could a suit even form an expression? It vexes me, nothing about him makes any sense to me- though I suppose not everything will.

“You... you are real, aren’t you? Please...”

I’m pulled from my thoughts by his voice, he’s leaning down toward me now, his mouth open. My eyes widen as I see the gnarled and twisted flesh underneath, his tattered remains still inside the head of the suit as well.

I flinch away from him, instinctively reaching out and pushing my hand against his face, as if I was pushing an overly eager kitten away from my plate of food. He freezes as my fingers make contact with his grime covered fur, the texture of which is making me sick just from brushing against it- let alone placing my hand firmly against his cheek.

We stand there for a long moment, both of us stunned into silence. I only just now process his original question, my expression softening as I start to move my fingers, scratching his molded faux fur.

It feels terrible against my hand. I can tell it was soft, once. Now it was rough, coated in a thick layer of dust and splotched with blood, a lot of it matted up and tangled.

“I... I’m sorry. You surprised me...” I finally manage to say, apologizing for pushing him away. “How... how long have you been like this?”

He’s leaned into my touch, a soft, warbling purr emanating from his chest cavity. His eyes have softened significantly, looking as if he’d been relieved of a heavy weight.

“I... wouldn’t be able to tell you. It... feels like an eternity.”

I feel stupid for even asking, realizing that he’d been boarded up in a room for god knows how long. My sympathy for him is growing rapidly, unable to pry my hand away from his disgusting fur.

Both of us jump when my alarm sounds, forcing me to tear myself away from him. I silence it, staring at the clock. I had been dreading coming in here today, and now... now I didn’t want to leave. This poor man, all alone in this death trap of an attraction, surrounded by the remnants of destroyed animatronics...

“You... need to leave now, correct? It’s... okay. You should go.”

I can tell he’s forcing himself to be polite at this point, his desperation for human contact thinly veiled by his urging for me to leave. I nod my head in understanding, sighing heavily.

“Yeah... I’ll... I’ll be back tomorrow.”

He seems a bit put off by the notion, as if he didn’t want me to come back. He obviously didn’t want me to leave, but... he looked conflicted.

“An unwise decision... but I can’t stop you. I’ll see you tomorrow... Hawk.”

I’m left shocked as he slinks out of the office, until I realize that I had been wearing my name tag this entire time, making me breathe a sigh of relief. Everything else about this situation was odd enough, I didn’t need any more weirdness tonight.

I locked up the building, sitting in my car and just... staring at the exit door for a while. The thought that he was just sitting alone in there, waiting for me to come back made my heart ache. I knew nothing about him, but... I couldn’t help but sympathize.

It took me a while to finally start my car, lingering a bit longer before actually driving home. He was the center of my thoughts during my drive, parsing through my complicated feelings as I headed home.

I couldn’t stop my racing thoughts, heading straight to bed to try to sleep it all off. I’d figure out what to do about this when I was able to get some real rest...

Next Chapter

#this is titled after my fav crosses song that just SCREAMS the vibes these two have going on #g.txt #my fics #fnaf fanfic #fnaf au #fnaf springtrap #fnaf fandom #springtrap x oc #springtrap x self insert #springtrap fic #honestly i couldve branded this as a springtrap x y/n but i feel like hawk is distinct enough #springtrap x hawk #springtrap

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bloodbot-brian · 5 months

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Please tell me about your ocs I’d love to hear <3

YAY okay so my first oc is Marius (they/them or he/she, I haven’t decided yet. White[?], intersex polyam aroace, seems to be in their 40s, started off as a sona but is still a self insert), then we have Bonnie (she/her, aboriginal, bi polyam trans woman/sistergirl, seems to be in her 40s), and finally Edward (he/him, Indian and Dutch, polyam bi trans man, seems to be in his 40s)! Relationship wise, Marius is in a qpr with Bonnie and Edward, who are married.

Content warning for like violence and minor descriptions of gore and cannibalism and unhealthy relationships and (mcd) death and corpses!

So Marius is an Angel sent to earth (specifically Australia because hell yeah represent) to help the survivors of a major world wide nuclear destruction or attack. Marius soon learns that most survivors are vampires, who feel the affects of the radiation much slower. Marius eventually gets eaten and gutted and killed by a group of vampires before being picked up by another group of vampires and taken to this shelter/institution where Bonnie and Edward work together to bring Marius back to life.

Also worth mentioning that Marius had known and helped Bonnie back when she was still alive/not a vampire with like science shit and also before bonnie dug up Edward and brought him back to life (Bonnie did this in the 1970s and Edward had died in the 1940s)

So Marius is brought back wrong (used to be really happy and cheerful and shit but is now really angry and aggressive but still loving. I’m pushing all my aggression and possible npd/bpd traits into them it’s great) and is now an atypical vampire (since they were just given vampire body parts that corrupted the rest of their body instead of being sired)

Marius struggles with like religious guilt and shit as well as new feeling of decay

At this point I should also share the vampires in my worlds like idk shit.

Vampirism is more of a chronic illness. Most vampires are not sired, and are born with vampirism. Once they die of the symptoms (usually in their 40s-60s) they are now a vampire. Vampires are constantly going through the human decaying process at a slower rate to normal corpses, and don’t feel affects of other illnesses the same or at all. Every month or so they have to bury themselves in the ground to restart the decaying process and get their body back in shape. It can take longer depending on how far into the decaying process their were. Also they have to do this if they are badly injured. They will fully decay and not be able to be brought back (unless I guess bonnie the mad scientist she is brings them back) if they don’t bury themselves.

So anyways Marius doesn’t know how to show their love for Bonnie and Edward, and is also being visited by their Angel spouse (don’t know anything about them yet) so they are just having a rough time with those emotions and also just vampiric stuff. So marius thinks the best way to show their love is to cannibalise Bonnie and Edward. Keep in mind marius thinks this is a human kind of thing to do. This relationship actively hurts everyone involved but they do love each other very much so yay we love toxic yuri/yaoi 💪💪💪

There’s some stuff with the ending where basically marius’ Angel spouse comes and is upset and they argue about marius not loving them anymore and marius cannibalises them but that just kills them and then heaven is sent down to take marius back and punish them so they get Bonnie to kill them and never bury them again it’s pretty wild

FUCK okay edit I forgot to mention that the shelter/institute is a shelter for any vampire who wants to stay and for vampires to research the nuclear shit around them as well as general vampirism shit. Bonnie is just the token mad scientist but Edward is the leading librarian as well as Bonnie’s lab assistant. Bonnie is girlboss and Edward is loser husband <333

I have a wip drawing I can show! No ID or alt because I’m very low on spoons from all this typing and calling people earlier but here they are :3

I also have an oc sideblog I don’t use much @mariustheangel

OKAY SECOND EDIT here is my playlist for all the characters

#bear growls #face your fear #my ocs #oc stuff

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jewel-pixelheart · 8 months

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Blueberry is finally here ! My first FNAF OC ever reworked 🎉

I purposely haven't post her Toy, Funtime, Rockstar and Glamrock version. They will have their own separate post.

If you have any questions about her, please feel ask me ! I will be glad to exchange with you about my FNAF OC ☆

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Blueberry is a Panda/Bear animatronic and children's entertainer housed at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, alongside Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy.

She was build to be the female counterpart of Freddy. The main purpose of this choice was purely marketing. It was established that young girls were more interested to see Blueberry on stage and boys to see Freddy. For instance, when a little girl is celebrating her birthday, Blueberry will be the one singing "Happy Birthday" on stage.

Secretly, Blueberry and the other animatronics are haunted by children murdered by a man named William Afton. She and the others are now seeking revenge against their killer by attacking any adults in the pizzeria after-hours in blind rage.

Physical Appearance and Functionality

Blueberry is pastel blue Panda/Bear animatronic. She wear a pink dancing skirt and pink bow. She can either be seen with a a microphone or a cane, depending if she is singing or dancing.

Blueberry was program to sing and dance on stage. She can sing alone or as duo with Freddy. And of course, when she is not singing, she act as the dancer of the band.

Blueberry is usually referred as "Mrs Fazbear" or "Blueberry Fazbear", even tho, her original name was only Blueberry. These nicknames were commonly used by employees and later on, got adopted by the customers.

"Usually, Mrs Fazbear never leave the stage until Freddy himself is not gone." - Phone Guy

Personality

According to the Freddy Fazbear's Pizza theme song, Blueberry have a graceful voice and loving smile. She is cheerful, energetic and fun.

However, during the night, Blueberry appear to be aggressive and vicious. She will let the night guard thinking she is the less dangerous of the animatronics. On the cameras, she seems to not care about proceed to the office. Her movements are slow, she also play her music box, which make her easier to find. But as she get close, she will get faster and attack the doors multiple times before going back on the stage room.

Despite her aggressive behavior, Blueberry have a sweet voice which she use to deceive her victims. At first, she will always appear as friendly and defenseless, but when she gets you to trust her, she will revealed her true self and show no mercy.

Appearances

• FNAF 1 - Blueberry (1993)

Blueberry is not active before Night 3. Her progression through the restaurant seems to be slow at first, but more she gets close, faster she is. She always attack from the left door, same as Bonnie and Foxy.

When the player look at the cameras, they can hear music playing from the room she is in. As a dancer and singer, she have an intern music box (like Freddy). She stop playing her music when she is near the night guard's office.

FNAF 2 - Withered Blueberry (1987)

The original Blueberry model was put into the Back Room with the old animatronics. Her design have decayed aspect, her left arm is missing and her right leg is damaged. A part of her torso is also missing, showing her endoskeleton. In addition, her left eye does not seems to work correctly.

Like the first game, Blueberry is not active before Night 3. She will leave the Back Room only when all the other animatronics will be gone.

FNAF 3 - Phantom Blueberry (2023)

Parts of Blueberry's head and arms can be found around the building of Fazbear's Fright. Blueberry will only appear as a phantomatic form to scared the player. Her music box can be heard time to time. It is unknown if the music box is real or if it's an hallucination provoke by Blueberry's Phantom.

Blueberry's appearances are mostly limited to the minigames. She will be guided by Shadow Freddy to the Safe Room. William Afton will then appear and attack/disassemble Blueberry, along all the other animatronics. During Night 5, all children's souls, including Blueberry's will blocks the exit of the Safe Room to prevent William from escaping. Resulting to his death by Spring Locks.

The remains of the Blueberry's animatronic were presumably destroyed when Fazbear's Fright burned down.

FNAF 4 - Nightmare Blueberry (1983)

Nightmare Blueberry is a nightmarish incarnation of Blueberry. Her appearance is similar to Blueberry, but is creepiest and damaged.

Nightmare Blueberry is randomly active during Nights 1 & 2. It's only from Night 3 that she will be a real threat to the player. Like in the first game, Nightmare Blueberry only attack from the left door.

A Blueberry plush can be seen in Crying Child's room, among all the other animatronics plushies.

Trivias

• The child haunting Blueberry's animatronic is Elisabeth "Lizzy" Gibson. (Her ref sheet will be posted separately)

• Blueberry's accessories are removable.

• More to be added...

Do not copy, retrace or use my art without my consent !

#oc #fan character #original character #fnaf oc #five nights at freddy's oc #five nights at freddy's #fnafoc #freddy fazbear #freddy fazzbears pizza #animatronic #animatronic oc

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reachfolk · 3 years

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For the character HC, how about Eola?

eola my beloved !!! tysm for asking abt her, i loved having the chance to build some more on her character and i now love her even more than i already did lol.

1: sexuality headcanon: i don't usually come up with sexuality hc's because i just ship people willy nilly, but she does radiate some intense bi energy for some reason. maybe it's the fact that she has this voice that makes her sound like she's flirting with the dragonborn no matter what their gender is lol

2: otp: hm, it's a bit hard because we really only ever see her interact with the dragonborn and there aren't really any scenes with her and the other members of the coven. i can def. see her being with a vampire !! ah the romantic dinners between them DJKSFJSDH, it's very much giving bonnie and clyde ♥ love that for them

3: brotp: i like to think she's super close with everyone in namira's coven, esp lisbet! i imagine that at lisbet's husband's funeral, it was eola who comforted her. lisbet was also super conflicted because she was feeling that sense of curiosity and hunger that eola recognized immediately, and eola encouraged (enabled?) her to lean into it.

there's also a little mention in my fic about how my own oc's are often invited to their feasts so i think they get along well. she and alexi would be especially close because she saw this baby namira worshipper and took on the role of Big Sis for her ♥ she's also good pals with ophelia, seeing as they're both coven heads. eola's been leading namira's coven for much longer than ophelia has, and she helps filly build up some self confidence in her abilities as a leader.

4: notp: uhhhhh the priest she ate 💀

5: first headcanon that pops into my head: eola actually was born and raised in markarth to a priestess of dibella and was groomed to follow in her mother's footsteps. it's why she can be such a charmer; both personality wise and magic wise, as she's very skilled with illusion. she always hated following dibella, though, and found much more comfort and belonging in namira's coven. she was first inducted into the coven when the previous coven head met her at the very hall of the dead where the ldb meets her. it's a little ironic how her life took the exact opposite direction, from following the goddess of beauty to following the prince of decay, but she wouldn't change a thing. she finds her time at the temple of dibella was helpful in preparing her to be a good leader and a great recruiter for new members of namira's coven. plus, she kinda likes spiting her mother by using the very skills she learned at the temple to do namira's bidding instead.

6: one way in which I relate to this character: goddamn i sure hope i don't relate to her LMAO. i guess uhh, i do imagine her to be a very supportive person to her friends, especially when they're facing some sort of guilt or personal inner conflict. i like to think i'm understanding and reasonably good at comforting people (??) so yeah.

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: not really embarrassment per se, but i just know sis has the STANKIEST breath you've ever had to suffer thru.

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? problematic fave. unfortunately she deadass ate a priest, it's hard to come back from that. it's ok tho, i couldn't fix her and i have no intention of trying ♥

#this post made me realize that i write so much about alexi that i've gotten WAY too comfortable talking about cannibalism 👁👄👁#eola #skyrim headcanons #cozy answers

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lettuce-king · 5 years

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I was looking on my phone and found some notes and a theory for Jimmy Casket. I just want to warn that this is a few years old and does not consider any of the more recent P.I.E. videos.

《Anything that looks like this is new and added now as I Re-Read it》

So without further ado, I present a 2 year old theory and notes:

Dipper mod 1- March 9th 2016

Haunted by cardboard friend- Johnny Ghost gets some of Gregory/Jimmy' s flash backs like remembering the cardboard friend name and this confuses Ghost as he tries to connect the links in his brain.

CBF Theory: CBF is a manipulative entity that attacks and feeds off of the weak (This is proved by CBF attacking Ghost without his partner Toast and when he attacked Gregory because he had no one to interact with and caused them both to go crazy)

[Crossed Out] Babby doll hide and seek (gregory) Sep, 26 2013

[Crossed Out] Murder ep 1- Jan, 12 2012

[Crossed Out] Box friend original- Sep, 15 2013

《I think I was going to do a theory that dealt with the dates but Idk.》

Jimmy Casket Theory/Notes:

1. Tommy/Timothy Casket is Jimmy' s father and not Ghost's.

2. Jimmy Casket likes to win whether it's murder, hide and seek, find it so I can eat it, TTT, or just killing someone.

3. I believe that paranormal entities detect Jimmy Casket/Gregory instead of Johnny Ghost.

4. He is ticked off by not winning, blood, being away from Toast for along time, when Ghost is confused/scared of something, annoyed by people, doesn't get what he wants.

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In Gmod murder siblings 11 "Olaf" at 14:05 Jimmy Casket states that his name is Gregory

In KING BONNIE (Gmod castle mod) at 7:49 Ghost said that he grew up on a farm

[Crossed Out] January 8th 2014 "Johnny Ghost" Gmod 4 player prop hunt 27 Ghost and Toast first appearance

《Time for the Big Theory》

Jimmy Casket the world's most renowned murderer. To solve the theory of who is Jimmy Casket? And what is his backstory? We need to go over a few things first. The 1st thing we need to go over before we start talking about Jimmy Casket is how life and death works in the Gmod/VenturianTale world. Clearly life and death in the Gmod world is not normal like it is here in reality. We live and we die, that's how it is and that's how it will always be. But we can still explain why people come back from the dead. I believe the reason people can come back from the dead is Maxwell Acachalla. Now how does Maxwell have any thing to do with Jimmy Casket? You may ask well, I'm getting there. Let me explain why I think Maxwell has to do with people coming back from the dead first. In a bank robbery with Papa Acachalla and the gang, Maxwell was killed by the Bank Teller after they figured out they were trying to steal money. When Maxwell died he met with an evil and VERY powerful entity. Who this entity is? I don't know. It could be someone we haven't met yet, or will ever meet. It could be Satan himself. Or it could be someone we've seen before, but never suspected them to be evil.

Back to what I was saying, when Maxwell encountered the entity he was offered great power as a ghost and since Maxwell was power driven he accepted the gift. When the Acachalla household encountered Maxwell again there was a curse that made them become immortal, Maxwell didn't mind because he wanted to enternally tourture the Acachallas and especially Papa and his gang as revenge for his death. When Maxwell was starting to get out of hand the Acachallas called P.I.E. aka Johnny Ghost and Johnny Toast to get rid of him. When Ghost and Toast encountered Maxwell they were "killed" by him and that caused Ghost and Toast to come back from the dead.

Now, some people in the universe are also not 100% normal, for example Maloney is an alien and some people have special powers which I think is the reason Spooker and Mr. Sviggles can come back from the dead. Now that we have gone over the reason why I think some people come back from the dead, we can discuss the fact that some people aren't immortal and once they die they die. Some examples of this is John, M9KShotgun, and the ginger kid from "FNAF School Roleplay - Gmod Five Nights at Freddy's Animatronics mod (Garry's Mod)", other small one time characters, and Higgly Diggly Hoogen, yes before you start saying "But even if he gets killed he still keeps coming back" and you're kinda right, BUT he doesn't come back from the dead, one of his many other clones are sent. And the government will never run out as long as they keep cloning him. And you're still probably wondering what this all has to do with Jimmy Casket well I'm about to tell you how.

Remember that video "Gmod Cardboard Friend Mod" where Gregory was hanging out with Cardboard Friend and it slowly turned into a horror movie type scenario? Yeah? Well this is a big part of lore we need in order to solve the mystery of Jimmy Casket. Let's talk about what we know about Gregory and CBF then we'll go into what I think happened. We know that Gregory is a young easily manipulated boy that has gone through a lot. He lost his parents at an early age, he's been alone in a really creepy, old house and his only source or communication is CBF which is a ghost. Now let's get into the theories, I believe CBF is an evil, manipulative entity that is up to no good, and only wants to traumatize and kill people (and possibly take their souls). CBF's target was Gregory, CBF planned to slowly steal his soul by making him go mad, and it worked. In the video when CBF was chasing Gregory around the house it symbolized him killing Gregory, and when Gregory was sending CBF into the sky was him accepting the fact that he was dead, and finally Gregory walking out of the yard was him moving on into the afterlife. Now this is when things start to tie together, because when Gregory died he was faced with the same evil entity that gifted Maxwell great power. The entity offered Gregory something unbelievable.

BUT, before I say what the entity gifted Gregory I want to explain why he decided to gift Gregory and not some other random person. Think, this video was probably a flashback of Gregory's life which was in like the 1980s when technology was not at its peak and paranormal invenvestigating sounded pretty crazy, so there weren't many paranormal investigators. Therefore there was no hard cold proof that paranormal entities can kill people EXPECT for the "Bell Witch Haunting" which states that a poltergeist physically killed (in this case poisoned) John Bell in the 19th Centary. So death by paranormal entity was pretty rare. This caused the evil entity to bestow a gift upon Gregory, a boy that died by a paranormal entity at a young age.

Back to what the entity offered Gregory, the entity gave Gregory the chance to rule over personalities. So we're all correct when we say that Gregory is Jimmy Casket, but this goes a lot deeper than imagined...

Gregory is that insane, evil, devious side of you and your OC's when you/they lose at something, is scared, threatened, or confused. And Jimmy Casket is just one of his characters with their own backstory and a little bit of Gregory in it. Gregory is Samantha gravestone, Max Hunter, Melodie Casket, Amy Reaper, Ethan Dager, Karl Coffin, 《These are all people's "insane" OC's I looked up when originally making this》 Gavin Toast, he is even Antisepticeye and Darkiplier.

I also quickly want to mention that this personality can spread into our world too so to explain to you what I mean I'll tell you about the time I was scrolling through the comments of a story I found on WattPad and the users were talking about how they would sometimes feel the urge to stab, trip, or harm/kill people, like Jimmy Casket does, and that made it clear that the feelings they feel becomes a personality. Another thing to notice is how Jordan changes from the fun, energetic, and goofy person he is to an insane, psycopath...even his eyes change. That's right the addicting, fun, evil personality we all love to use today are one of Gregory's OCs .

And now, here we are nearing the end of the theory but there are still some things up in the air that we need to be solve before we go, Questions like Why is Ghost unaware of Jimmy Casket? And why does he act so strange around CBF? Well...I'm gonna solve these questions right now, Let's first start with why Ghost is unaware of Jimmy's existence. This simply deals with how powerful one's soul is. Johnny Ghost has been through a lot of stuff...too much stuff, this has caused his soul to weaken and decay. Since he has a weak soul Gregory's OC, Jimmy Casket had extra room to grow and fill so he added more of his own backstory in there too, in order to have a balance. This caused Ghost's childhood to get mixed up with the other backstories and whenever Jimmy/Gregory takes control it's over whelming and causes Ghost to black out. How I know this deals with how powerful one's soul is and not something else is shown in "Dipper Mod 1" when dipper's evil persona left his body and tried to stab him with an eraser. Dipper seemed to not care or worry about it and in "Dipper Mod 2" Dipper's evil clone was hanging around the store and Dipper was not worried or scared at all, he may have been a bit annoyed but that's all. That showed that Dipper has a strong soul and is very aware of his evil side the side Gregory controls.

And now to finally explain why Ghost acts the way he does around CBF. Johnny Ghost is a Paranormal Investigator which means he investigates paranormal entities wether it be a level 2 apparition or a demon he tries to get rid of it, and CBF is no exception. The powerful and smart entities notice Gregory and not Ghost so when Ghost runs into CBF Gregory starts to freak out because he is aware that CBF is his killer and CBF knows that Gregory is there and wants to traumatize him even further. Gregory acts as Jimmy Casket and not himself because he wants to try to stand up for himself in a more powerful and safer form. And if any other OC were to come face to face with CBF they would have the same reaction because they are all the same person, Gregory. So this solves the mystery of Jimmy Casket, He's just another one of Gregory's made up personalities that Gregory hides behind. And Gregory is just an unfortunate soul that was chosen to die by the hands of a ghost, which caused him to become the evil, mischievous side of everyone.

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That's it! That's a theory that I wrote about 2 years ago and never did anything with.

I used to love Venturiantale and finding this and looking back to a few of their videos was a blast to the past. It was definitely one of the better fandoms I was in when was younger and I still don't regret it one bit.

#venturiantale #venturian #johnny ghost #johnny toast #jimmy casket #paranormal investigators extraordinaire #creepy pasta #p.i.e #pie #gregory casket #cardboard friend #Maxwell Acachalla

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You should infodump about whatever character of yours is most prominent in your head/interests currently! I'm sure I'm not the only person that adores your OCs and the way you conceptualize characters/things!

god that’s so sweet? thank you.

i’ve had Autumn on the mind a lot; rping her has been a blast and i’m really curious where her development is going to go. she’s kind of a remake--but kind of not--of a character i’ve had for a long time called the gravedigger. the kind of not is because it wasn’t intentional; it started out with me using the gravedigger’s secret actual name, autumn, and then that stuck and other traits stuck and then basically she was a remaking of the character.

uh, if you want and haven’t already read it, here’s her bio for her raven cove character app (tw for descriptions of death and cannibalism under readmore):

You’ll bring me back, right?

This became something of Autumn’s mantra after she and Jackson Navarro found the book, dusty and moldy in the remains under the old school. And at first Jackson always responded, Of course.

The book used odd spellings and words, but they deciphered it. It was a text on how to return from beyond the veil--necromancy. Jackson was the one who kept the book but Autumn obsessed over it. Her parents had died years before she went to live with Jackson and his mom. When she found them, it wasn’t the decay or the smell that scared her. Nor the flies, nor their expressions. More than anything else, she feared their stillness.

Anything, she thought, would be better than that stillness.

She and Jackson dropped out of high school and left a trail of robberies and murders across at least eleven states. The newspapers called them the “Sibling Version of Bonnie and Clyde,” which wasn’t as catchy as Autumn wanted, but she’d take it.

After every close call on their crime spree Autumn would laugh and say, You’ll bring me back, right?

Jackson stopped saying of course a long time ago. Everytime she said it now, Jackson withdrew behind another wall inside himself. He became calculated and controlled. She didn’t know how he could stand it, being that still. Sometimes it felt like there was something too large deep in her core, like her insides were bigger than her outsides and they were just waiting to burst out. She knew that thing was a god, buzzing with energy just below her surface.

If she stopped for a second it was going to tear her apart.

Jackson came with her less and planned more and Autumn would follow his plans with cocky abandon. They were unstoppable. For the most part. There were times the calls were too close where they’d drink afterwards, get high. Autumn could feel the restlessness drip out of her like lava, harsh and molten from every pore. Her mantra spilled out like the rest and it got sharp as a knife held at Jackson’s throat. She’d shake him by the collar and repeat You promise you’ll bring me back? over and over again until the words slurred and she sprayed spittle and blood in his face; You’ll bring me back, right? You’ll bring me back. Promise me, Jackson. Promise me.

These were the only times Jackson would still reply, shaking, Of course.

And to his credit, he did.

It was not a trigger-ready copper that got her, nor a victim seeking retribution, but a cult. A cult, of all things. They’d stolen Jackson’s book and tried to do something from it on Autumn. Jackson said that they stabbed through her heart, though she doesn’t remember that part. She remembers coming back as if from drowning. She remembers laughing until she couldn’t breathe. She remembers Jackson puking and so pale he practically glowed in the cemetery’s dark. She remembers him saying to her, Don’t you dare bring me back.

And Autumn, in Jackson’s once automatic response, replied, Of course.

They never talked about the ritual after that. Jackson “retired” and tried to get Autumn settle down as well. It made her wild and hateful, but what could she say? He had brought her back. So instead of donning a mask and gun, she’d hold her hands over candles and lighters, thinking that maybe she could peel back her flesh and the thing that slumbered too large inside her would unfurl and come out. She’d stare at the sunset and think about it stepping out of her skin like old clothes and grabbing the light. She’d imagine it pouring the setting sun out across the horizon like molten metal until all the world burned.

Jackson said he burned the book. She and Jackson argued. She and Jackson argued too much. She didn’t want to; Jackson had gotten sick after the ritual and wasn’t getting better. But their house and their world and Jackson were all too small. She itched to stretch them out. Worse still was that Autumn now experienced blackouts and lost memory. She’d wake up strange places--like the cemetery where they’d buried her. Once, she woke to shoveling dirt in her mouth like it was the only thing that could sustain her. Once, she’d half-buried herself in her own grave. The dirt was cool. It was the first time in a long time she felt like she wasn’t burning from the inside out. She thought that she could have slept peacefully there, if the fear of the coming stillness hadn’t scared her out.

Things got worse after Jackson’s mom passed away. Autumn didn’t mean to do it; it’s just that the night after the funeral the dirt was so cold, so refreshing. She just stuck her hands in. She just kept sticking them further. It was just so easy to break open the casket. It was like a dream to pull out the body, to dip her head down to the flesh and to close her teeth upon it.

She tried to explain this to Jackson; that it was a matter of finding a place between burning alive and being still forever, but he didn’t understand. He stopped talking to her. Then, not a month later, he died too.

Autumn couldn’t have brought him back even if she wanted to, not without the book. She gathered as much dirt from her own grave as she could (if anyone had asked her why, she wouldn’t have had an answer), threw her belongings in a duffle bag, and left. She left before the night was out. She didn’t want to know if it would feel like a dream when she ate Jackson too.

Raven Cove welcomed her. She and Jackson had lived there for a short time when they were kids and it was strangely close to where the cult killed her. (If she ever found any of them ever again, she’d burn them alive from the inside out.) It seemed appropriate for it to be the first place she’d be truly alone--the place where she’d mourn Jackson.

The funerary director was old, half-blind and trusting. It was easy enough to talk her way into being the cemetery groundskeeper. Autumn knew Jackson wouldn’t approve, but digging up the corpses to gorge herself seemed to keep her urge for worse crimes at bay. It got easier after she started working as the crematorium technician; bodies were easier to access there.

Early on, Autumn learned about the more peculiar residents of Raven Cove. It was hard not to when she saw the kind of bodies she did--and the people who mourned them. She has yet to reveal herself to any, but she has questions about what she is that others might be able to answer. She also hasn’t aged since dying and knows that soon people are going to notice. Not to mention that there’s been more outside interest in bodies since the latest bout of mysterious cases of Raven Cove--and her cravings have been getting worse. So often she watches the mortuary director and thinks about how the old woman might taste compared to a corpse.

Autumn knows she has a deadline to figure her situation out. She knows if she doesn’t, things are going to get real bad again.

#anon #thanks anon #long post #text post #autumn #the gravedigger #phantom writes #Anonymous

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