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melanodis · 7 months
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Desperately want to learn more about pizzaplex owner michael AU but I do not have coherent thoughts more than “bark bark chewing on drywall” so I guess I will just ask: how does he become the owner?. Is Fazbear Ent. Already building it and he takes it from them? Does he build it himself? Can you imagine these construction workers are like “we’ve not seen the guy who ordered this building to be made but it’s finished so now we get to meet the guy” and then . Then they see . They see Michael
My timeline for it isn't entirely hammered out just yet, but it jumps from SL straight to Security Breach. The events of Pizza Simulator still happen, but just without Michael's direct involvement (nor molten freddy :)). The puzzle pieces sort of just fall into place, being blood related to one of the original founders and all. "Did you really think this job just fell out of the sky for you?" Yes, actually. Michael, due to his physical condition, often opts to use a middleman in physical communications, or a phone call in place of face to face meetings. This middleman, although the position has shifted hands multiple times and still does depending on the day, is none other than Jeremy. It's worth noting also that at some point, in the amount of time between 1993 and SL, they got married :3. I try to silently include mentions of this in their designs. In my "canon" timeline, however, Jeremy's design takes a major depressive shift with Michael's ring hanging on a necklace :( But to properly answer your question, Fazbear Entertainment was already building the place, and Michael offered to run the whole place since they hadn't found a proper manager yet and not many others would step up to take on a project so ambitious. He much prefers to keep to the shadows, avoiding social interaction if possible and will often remain in tucked away offices, far from the public eye to watch over cameras. Optimally, he leaves just before night shift; the place is closed, no patrons about, so Michael can freely roam about without the fear of someone seeing him that isn't supposed to. This also coincides with the end of Jeremy's shift, so that they can leave together.
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trick or treat i see youre handing out pumpkin candy corn. as a whore for pumpkin candy corn i need that too. i dont care if its a jpeg i need it
No I’m going to trick you
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Sorry dude this is the photo I have saved love you though bro happy Halloween quit going to frat parties you’re scaring the hoes (mom)
[Image ID: a close up picture of candy corn and those candy pumpkins made out of the same stuff /end ID]
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bookwormscififan · 5 months
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magic side effects, nosebleeds. this but slowly the blood changes color to something new!
thats my personal favorite that i use with my OCs. i would make this a prompt for you but my brain is empty and i cant think of any characters with non-red blood rn. are there any markiplier egos you personally head canon to have blood that isnt red ?
Ok but nosebleeds are such a fun thing to write! Like, character feels a tickle on his upper lip, raises a hand to wipe it away, and finds blood on his finger!
As for your question, Wilford would probably have bubblegum pink blood. Can you imagine that?
Maybe Noir would have greyscale blood, because he’s in greyscale. Also, it would get through the censorship! And I’m pretty sure that black and white films used blue to make red look more prominent? So maybe he’s got blue blood if he goes colour.
I feel like Dark doesn’t really have any blood. Do you?
Thanks for the ask!
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supermarvelgirl15 · 7 months
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Clark to Bruce: I don't think he would want you to become a murderer to avenge him :(
Jason, in the afterlife: Kill him.
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faeriescorpio · 6 months
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the premise is of course, Michael Afton cannot escape his father because he is afraid and also because his father keeps promising that he's going to bring his dead younger siblings back and Michael 100% believes that this is something William Afton is capable of doing. so i kinda feel like the first option fits the plot best but the desperation in the other two lyrics about leaving really resonate with me
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@mikolaftonyeah vs @faeriescorpio 's POV on this situation LOL
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deceptive-jo · 11 months
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missing him (minor character i threw into an obscure AU)
originally inspired by @faeriescorpio​‘s Spy!AU
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fairyreblogs · 2 months
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(undescribable pain) that one blog i used to vague post about hating but now i just vaguepost about how i used to vaguepost about them. i went to my blog and it was like "other blogs like faeriescorpio!" and THE blog was listed there. BYE. i dont even follow them why are they there
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ao3feed-brucewayne · 7 months
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Bruce Wayne Hates Parties [Clickbait]
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/zkf9nUl by FaerieScorpio that one trailer of Shazam where he's like "id like to purchase your finest beers, please!" except batman is at the convenience store and he has no idea what is going on Words: 1276, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Justice League - All Media Types, Shazam! (Movies - Sandberg), DCU Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Billy Batson, Bruce Wayne, Flash (DCU) Additional Tags: tbh any knowledge of the DCU is soley thru the shazam movie and reading fics, that being said i made a silly, Crack, trust me this is so funny (i am incredibly sleep deprived) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/zkf9nUl
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Every day I wake up to a new horrifying message from @faeriescorpio
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HALLUCINOGENIC GAS MICHAEL AFTON FIC YIPPEE Chapter 1
No, no, no no no no no no no no no I’m so sorry I’m so sorry, Evan please- I can’t- I’m sorry- No nonononono-
A hand secures itself around his wrist, grip furious and bruising.
“I’m sorry about my son,” He hears someone say nearby, voice dark and low. An ambulance siren grows louder. He stares at his shoes. There’s blood on them.
Evan’s blood-
He doesn’t really remember what comes after that.
He tries to apologize. He doesn’t know if Evan can hear him. Father doesn’t let him stay in the hospital room for longer than a minute. He wants to scream. It’s not like he can make Evan any worse, he wants to say.
The heart monitor shrieks.
Maybe he was wrong.
Father drags him home. He doesn’t even look at Michael, but it’s for the best. Tears run down Michael’s face in a horrible parody of his younger brother. Michael stumbles to his room and throws himself facefirst down on his bed and cries.
He doesn't hear his bedroom door creak. He doesn’t hear the footsteps.
He feels the pinch against his neck, though, and when he tries to sit up something forces him back down.
“Wh-” He mumbles into the pillow, but everything goes black.
He wakes in a room he’s never seen before, on a bed he doesn’t recognize. A door on the left, a door on the right. A closet in the middle. He sits up.
“Hello?” He calls out. “Where am I?” He doesn’t remember anything since… since…
He gives himself a shake. He was in his bed, he recalls. He was crying. Then… nothing. Maybe he cried himself to sleep? But where was he now?
“How did it feel, Mikey?” a chirpy voice asks behind him, and Michael spins around to find a familiar yellow plush bear sitting on the bed.
“What?” He knows that Evan would claim his bear could talk, but Michael would just laugh and mock him, because stuffed animals can’t talk-
“How. Did. It. Feel.” The bear repeats, its high-pitched, cartoonish voice taking on a sharp edge. “How did it feel to kill your brother? My bestest friend?”
“It felt awful,” Michael’s voice teeters on the edges between incredulous and angry. He can’t believe that he’s having this conversation. It feels like a dream. “I didn’t know it would kill him.”
“Oh, Mikey!” The plush bear laughs. Its mouth doesn’t move, nothing about the bear is moving to suggest that it’s talking. Micheal picks the plush up to inspect it, but nearly drops it as the bear continues.
“I didn’t ask for you to say what you thought I wanted to hear, I asked for the truth!” It scolds. “How did it feel to have blood on your hands, Mikey?”
“I’m not lying!” he exclaims. The sound is definitely coming from the bear, somehow. He’d take it apart to investigate if he wasn’t so uncomfortable at the idea of destroying his younger brother’s most prized possession.
“Tsk tsk tsk,” the bear clicks its tongue, and for a moment the bear sounds like Father. “Come on, Mikey.”
“I did not enjoy killing my own brother,” Michael snarls, and sets the bear back down on the bed to create some distance between the two. “It was horrible. It was an accident.”
“This is a safe place, Mike,” the bear soothes. “You can tell me. It was incredible, wasn’t it? To feel the blood on your hands, to see the life drain out of him. To-”
“Stop.” Michael backs away in horror. If this is what the bear was saying to his brother, no wonder Evan had been so afraid of the animatronics.
“What’s wrong with you?” He demanded. “What kind of sick creature would enjoy killing people?”
The bear was dead silent. The quiet lingered as Michael waited for a response, an indication of something, but none came.
“Hello?”
“So that’s how it is,” The bear said in a cartoonishly sad voice. “I admit I was hoping for a different answer, Michael.” At his name, the bear’s silly voice dropped into a deep British voice that sent shivers of recognition down Michael’s spine.
“Father?” Michael squeaked. “What-?”
“It’s a shame,” The bear squeaked. Michael throws his hands around for a weapon, but his fingers only close around a pillow. He wields it threateningly anyway.
“What is going on?” He demands. “I heard my father! Father? What is going on?”
“What’re you talking about?” The bear giggles.
“I heard Father,” Michael repeats. He tries to address him. “Father, are you speaking through the bear?”
“No one’s speaking through me,” The stuffed animal keeps up its silly facade. “I’m speaking, silly!”
“No, I heard him.” Michael stands firm.
“Nuh-uh!” The plush replies, and the mere idea of his father saying ‘nuh-uh’ nearly crumbles Michael’s resolve.
“But…” He wavers.
“I’m your only friend here, Michael, even if you are a pretty disappointing guy!” The bear sighs dramatically, and Michael raises an eyebrow.
“You’re not my friend.”
“Oh, but I am!” The bear squeals in delight. “Who else is going to help you survive?”
“Survive?” Michael repeats, and one of the two doors behind him creaks.
He spins around to see a clawed hand slowly opening the door.
“What?” He gasps, eyes growing round.
“Better close the door, Mikey!” The bear laughs at him, but the instruction lurches Michael into action. Cringing at the fact that he’s approaching the clawed hand , he throws himself at the door and slams it shut. None of the twisted fingers get caught in the door, and Michael ponders at how the thing (whatever it was) had managed to get its hand out of the way in time.
“Look at the time!” The bear giggles. “Already midnight! You should’ve asked the right questions while you had the time, Mikey.”
“What? What does any of that mean?” Michael snapped, fumbling with the door handle. There’s no lock. Why is there no lock?
“Don’t be mean,” The bear scolds. “I hold all the answers, you know. You have to be nice if you want to learn the rules!”
“Rules? What rules?” Michael throws his back against the door and leans against it. The Thing on the other side wasn’t trying to force the door open, but he wasn’t taking any chances.
“The rules to the game. Rule number one, it starts at midnight!” The bear laughs childishly. “Why don’t you check the other door now?”
Michael turns to stare at the other door across the room. It was open a crack, and Michael can’t see past it. He swallows nervously.
“I…”
“And of course, you’ll need your flashlight!” The bear adds.
“What flashlight?” Michael casts his gaze around the room frantically and catches sight of a flashlight on the dresser by the bed. He leaves his post by the door and sprints for it, snatching up the flashlight and turning it on. He heads towards the other door.
He pauses. His grip on the flashlight trembles.
He swings the light up and through the crack in the door.
Yellow. Teeth. Glowing eyes. A bib.
He slams the door shut, then processes what he saw.
“Was that Chica?!” He shouts.
The bear laughs at him.
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faeriescorpio · 6 months
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ive only published like 1.5k words for this fic but ive never had a fic get ate up SO FAST. percy jackson fandom rules. im writing chapter 2 right now
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faeriescorpio · 7 months
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update of a fic y'all probably thought i forgot about. i did just post a third chapter to it but also we've decided that we are going to rewrite it from scratch sooooo
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faeriescorpio · 1 year
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wanna see the absolutely deranged fic im cooking up rn?
I receive: infodumping about mental health as treated in the 1970s You receive: Killer Michael AU
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ao3feed-brucewayne · 7 months
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Bruce Wayne Hates Parties [Clickbait]
by FaerieScorpio that one trailer of Shazam where he's like "id like to purchase your finest beers, please!" except batman is at the convenience store and he has no idea what is going on Words: 1276, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Justice League - All Media Types, Shazam! (Movies - Sandberg), DCU Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Billy Batson, Bruce Wayne, Flash (DCU) Additional Tags: tbh any knowledge of the DCU is soley thru the shazam movie and reading fics, that being said i made a silly, Crack, trust me this is so funny (i am incredibly sleep deprived) via https://ift.tt/zkf9nUl
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