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derpygirl-draws · 9 months
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Old sketch that I cleaned and colored because I fricking love the dialogue for it
Dude there so many little comics of scenes I have for my fic, and I’d say it’s a lot is spoilers but most of the peeps that interact with my blog are my buddies that have seen almost every little doodle of stuff I have planned for my fic BUT WHO CARES I’m gonna pretend there’s suspense to plot twists and protect my little spoilers from tumblr till I can get my ass writing past chapter 3 of the prologue
baby steps UwU I’m so good at this story making stuff
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knight-a3 · 1 month
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This is the last of my fnaf backlog stuff for now. I'd need to scour some older sketchbooks for more. Although I've been messing with colors, so that might be something I could share.
So I wanted to try my hand at redesigning some fnaf characters. I just didn't like how hideous they were for something that should be designed to be endearing to kids.
Details under the read more to avoid clutter.
My mom saw me draw Ballora once(not knowing it's fnaf), and asked me to draw more for her. So these are a couple of the ones she requested. I'm not sure why she was so fixated on multiple ballerina pictures. Anyway, I didn't like how...scantily clad... Ballora looked. So I gave her a more family friendly outfit.
I don't quite like the lore surrounding Ennard, so I just gave him his own design, rather than be an amalgamation of other animatronics. Molten Freddy/the Blob/Tangle can fill that role without Ennard. I've been workshopping an idea where each member of the Afton family has an animatronic that is meant to replace them in some twisted fantasy William concocted, via some type of soul stealing/remnant/haunting situation. Ennard is basically hunting for Mike specifically.
The puppet was a hard one to pin down. I liked multiple different design option. Until I just went with multiple. There's the Marionette, the Mannequin, and Poppet. All variations of the puppet. They gave me pierrot clown vibes, due to the black/white color scheme.
Ballora has four minireenas, each themed after an emotion. Joy, Gloom, Fury, and Awe. I figured it would give them more personality than they have in-game.
I've changed Circus Baby's name to Circee, because I don't like her canon name. She also seemed underdressed, so I gave her a more harlequin inspired look. I repurposed Balloon Boy, DD, and JJ to be her bidy babs for the sake of streamlining. It's a more efficient use of resources. I figured it was only fair that they all got actual names too.
Trying to keep marketing in mind, I figured it would make sense for BB to be "the boy", DD to be "the girl", and didn't want JJ to upset that balance and left JJ ambiguous. Not necessarily even nonbinary. Just whatever gender any individual deems fit. Poppet is actually the same way. They're just robots. FazEnt isn't committing to anything.
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paper-lilypie · 2 years
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In the Runaway Bride AU, Y/N's sibling 100% tried to bite Afton and I can't blame them.
If they're in awe of having two tall robots brother-in-law, I can't blame them.
@derpygirl-draws you answer this one teehee
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certified-handler · 2 years
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“Did you just tell the person I was gonna go out with we’re dating?” It suits the story so well-
You're right! It does fit with TNS well but since it kinda-sorta already happened in Ch. 19 with Moon and Jack I thought it would be fun to rework it a bit. Still Jack and Y/N only the setting is different and Sun gets to be the one delivering the crushing blow to poor Jackie-boy!
Sorry this took so long, this is way more than a drabble! I was having fun!
You had one rule you'd always abided by at every single place of employment you'd had over the years.
It was a fairly simple one; never date a coworker.
The rule had served you well in every job you'd held and it spared you plenty of drama that you'd witnessed others go through time and time again. Your newest job was no different. You'd been there for well over a year and it hadn't been a problem at all to rigidly stick to that rule of yours. Of course, it didn't hurt that the only consistent coworkers you seemed to have were a two-in-one animatronic in charge of the daycare where you spent most of your days.
Every other human employed at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizza Plex seemed to come and go faster than the changing seasons. Nobody ever stuck around long enough to even tempt you into breaking that rule. Sure, there had been the occasional attempt at getting your phone number and even one guy who'd had the gall to actually pin you against the wall and tell you that he was taking you out and what he expected you to wear.
But all those people seemed to just... vanish shortly thereafter.
You never thought much of it. After all, you'd always politely declined any advances, no matter how harmless. It made sense to think that you wouldn't see those people anymore after turning them down.
But there was one new face that had been giving you second thoughts about that rule of yours as of late. The new company electrician, real cute guy. Not conventionally attractive but he was witty and funny and every time you'd bumped into him he'd always had a way of making you smile. Jack, you'd learned his name to be. It was already further than you'd allowed yourself to get with any coworker but you'd let your guard down just a bit. You rarely ever saw him around and he was just a bit too sweet to be standoffish toward.
The fact that he'd occasionally pop by the daycare near closing time to “check on the lights” and conveniently happened to have some sort of sweet treat to offer you didn't hurt his chances. You were a sucker for free snacks, after all, and you were genuinely starting to reconsider your position on that rule.
Maybe it wouldn't hurt to just see where things might go with him.
Of course, there was one person who's opinion you valued greatly and you weren't going to make any decisions without at least gauging what he thought. You'd grown particularly close to the Daycare Attendant in your time as their assistant; especially close to the solar counterpart with whom you spent most afternoons and evenings. The two of you had become best friends, bosom buddies as he liked to call it, and his opinion mattered to you above all others.
Thankfully you'd have plenty of time to discuss things with him during your evening shift after all the children had departed for the day.
“So, I'm... thinking about breaking my rule.” You muttered aloud as you went about lining up all the tables and chairs to one side of the daycare so that you could give the floor a thorough sweeping. You glanced to the sunny animatronic at your side as he carried an armload of chairs along with you, his ever-present smile seeming somehow very tense in that moment, though his face was always hard for you to read. “Do you think it's a bad idea?”
A long, drawn out hum of consideration came from your robotic coworker before he erupted in one of his booming, cheerful laughs. “Oh, ho, ho! I'm so sorry, Starlight! I don't think I quite remember what your rule is. Refresh my memory?”
You turned your head toward him, brow crinkling skeptically. “My rule... my only rule that you continuously remind me of every time the electrician stops by... you know?”
“Oh! Yes, that rule!” He replied in a chipper tone, though you thought you detected a hint of strain in his voice.
“So... what do you think?” You prodded expectantly. “Is it a bad idea?”
“Is what a bad idea, Starlight?”
A frustrated huff forced its way from your chest and you turned to fully face your solar themed best friend with a hand on your hip. Was he not even listening to you? Usually he was so eager to chat with you, hanging on your every word at times. Now it seemed you couldn't keep his attention. You waited for him to place the armload of chairs on the floor, then there would be nothing to distract him from the conversation at hand.
“I'm talking about breaking my rule, Sunny. Do you think it's a bad idea for me to break my rule about not dating coworkers?”
Another long, thoughtful hum passed from him, this one much louder than the last. His hand had moved to his chin to emphasize thought and he drummed his fingers against his face plate rapidly. “Oh, gee! I don't really know, Starlight. I suppose it all depends.”
“Depends?” You echoed, head cocking to the side in interest. “Depends on what?”
“Well, if you're considering breaking your rule for the right coworker, I think it could be a wonderful idea.” He answered with a bright timbre, though his voice darkened as he continued. “But I'm sure it can be hard to know for certain if you're choosing the right one.”
Well now he had you even more interested. “Yeah, I'm gonna need you to elaborate on that. What do you mean by the right one? How would I even know?”
“Oh, one would think it'd be obvious, Starlight.” Sun replied rather wryly for your liking. “It should be someone you've known for a while... someone you've spent a lot of time with. Someone you feel comfortable around, who you can confide in and rely on. Someone you trust completely.”
“You're basically describing a friendship, Sunny.”
“Yes, well they do say friends make the best lovers.” He chimed, grin seeming to widen.
You let out a snort and rolled your eyes, returning your attention to stacking the chairs neatly out of your way. “Where the hell did you hear a thing like that? You're not watching those crappy reality tv shows again, are you? You know management will start restricting your internet access if you keep filling your processors with that tripe.”
You heard a small noise from him, something akin to a disappointed sigh that you assumed was his best effort at conveying that he was annoyed with your judgments on his entertainment choices. When you returned your eyes to him you saw that he'd once again taken to clearing the tables and chairs out of your way. With that aspect of the task nearly completed, you decided to leave him to it while you went to claim the broom and dustpan.
You hated that you had to actually leave the daycare and trek upstairs to the theater concession stand to retrieve the items you used nightly. You'd put in a request months ago for a designated utility closet closer to the daycare but it'd been turned down... some bullshit about budget constraints. But the little venture upstairs would give you time to think about further discussion with Sun. He wasn't really giving you a clear cut answer to your question and you had an inkling that you knew exactly why.
Sun knew you liked Jack, made several remarks about it in fact. And for whatever reason, despite all of the electrician's best efforts to get on Sun's good side, the animatronic didn't seem to like him. Loathed was a more accurate term, really. Sun was not a fan in the slightest and it truly showed any time you even mentioned the man's name.
Perhaps that was why you were so eager for his approval. It simply wouldn't work out well if your best friend disliked your potential future boyfriend.
Whoa there, dial it back. You weren't even certain about breaking your rule yet.
You reached the back storage area of the concession stand and grabbed the broom and dustpan along with the mop and bucket because you were determined to not have to make two trips. Then you started the awkward, clumsy trip back with your hands full. When you reached the top of the first set of stairs you paused momentarily to stare begrudgingly down at the steps in front of you. One of these days you were going to trip and break your neck on the way down, you just knew it.
But as you eyed the steps with malice, a familiar form caught your attention in your peripheral vision. Through the daycare's large viewing windows you could see Jack, his back to you as he stood talking to Sun.
Well, that wasn't something you expected to see. With Sun's unreadable features and the electrician turned away from you it was hard to determine just what they were discussing but a knot in your stomach told you it couldn't be anything good. Sun had the tendency to be a bit passive aggressive and although Jack was a smart guy, the animatronic's vitriol seemed to fly straight over his head which only ever served to further annoy the solar robot.
You shuffled as quickly as you could down the stairs with your armload of cleaning supplies and deposited them just outside the daycare doors before making your way nervously inside.
“Jack, hey!” You heaved, a bit out of breath from your rush. “What brings you here?”
Jack whipped around to face you, a smile on his face although it looked less genuine than you knew of him. Oh god, had Sun's distaste for him finally pushed its way through that thick skull of his?
“Oh hey, there you are! I'm just on my bi-monthly rounds around the Plex to check on the lights and such. Everything still good around here?”
“I told you that it is.” Sun interjected, his voice pleasant but oozing with that underlying hostility only you seemed to detect.
You glanced to Sun and quickly nodded in agreement before turning a nervous smile back to Jack. “Yeah, everything still seems in good order since your last visit. I appreciate you always coming all the way here to check on our little corner of the Plex.”
“Just doing my job.” He said with a shrug. Then he lifted his hand in your direction and his gaze fell to the small plastic container he was offering you as though he was desperate to avoid your stare. “Oh, here. Before I forget, I picked you up a little something at the bakery. I know you like the butter buns.”
An involuntary smile worked its way to your lips as you accepted the takeout box. “Ah Jack... you know, you don't have to keep bringing me all these yummy treats.”
“Y-yeah, I should probably stop.” He mumbled in a dejected tone before returning his eyes to your face and offering the most fractured smile you'd ever seen. “I guess consider this one a celebratory gift, though? I hear congratulations are in order.”
Your brow collapsed in instant confusion and you tilted your head to the side. “Congratulations?”
“Yeah, for your anniversary.” He answered meekly and that only served to perplex you more. Did he mean your anniversary of working at the Pizza Plex? That had passed by months ago and you were pretty sure you'd mentioned it to him back then. But before you could ask him for clarification, he gave it unprompted. “A year is a big milestone for a relationship. Congrats to both of you. It's... great news.”
Okay, what the fuck?
You were even more baffled then and you opened your mouth to question him about what exactly it was that he meant but you were cut off by Sun ushering him toward the door. “Oh, would you look at the time! Boy-oh-boy is it getting late! Welp, you'd best be on your way! This is a big building after all and you're only one very small, frail human. I'm sure you've got lots of work ahead of you! We wouldn't want you falling behind in your workload, that's how accidents happen, you know.”
You watched in flabbergasted awe as Sun quickly shoved the electrician out of the daycare and slammed the heavy wooden doors shut. You watched Jack's retreating form for a moment before turning a disbelieving stare to your animatronic companion.
“Sunny, what the hell just happened?”
“Wh-whatever do you mean, Starlight?” He asked with a nervous laugh, eyes directed anywhere but on you.
“What I mean is whatever the hell that exchange was!” You countered, a twinge of anger you'd never felt toward him before working its way into your words. “Why is Jack congratulating us on our anniversary? What anniversary, Sunny? Did you... did you tell him that we're dating?”
Sun turned his back to you and his rays shrank back in a tell-tale sign of guilt. “I... may have strongly suggested that the two of us share a certain closeness... a strong, serious and committed relationship. A-and it is technically the one year anniversary of us becoming best friends so-”
An annoyed scoff fell from your lips and you crossed your arms over your chest. “Sun, that is so messed up! Why would you do that? You know I like him! I was... I was considering breaking my rule for him and everything! We were just talking about it not even ten minutes ago!”
“But why him?” Sun asked and you noticed his fists clenching at his sides before he turned to face you. “What makes him so fazzing special!?”
You recoiled in surprise, not just at his use of the kid-friendly expletive but at the unfamiliar tone in his words. His voice sounded dark, much more akin to his lunar counterpart despite the lights shining brightly overhead.
“Sunny, what's gotten into you?”
He stepped toward you, fists relaxing and clenching again and it did not go unnoticed by you. Your body tensed in a way you hadn't experienced in a long time and even back then it hadn't been him who'd made you feel that way but his other half. You took a step backward but you bumped into the security desk before you could make it very far. The plastic takeout box in your hand fell open onto the floor with a splat.
“I've been right here this whole time, Starlight! I've been your closest confidant, your shoulder to cry on! I've been everything for you day in and day out! I make you laugh, I make you smile... I make you happy, don't I? Don't I!? I have been patiently waiting for you to see that! I've been obedient and loyal to you all this time! I've removed every barrier that's threatened to get in our way and yet you still don't see it!?” He reached up to take your face in his hands and the action caused you to jolt in fear. His eyes gave a flash and a dark rumble escaped his voice box. “What more do I have to do, Starlight? Should I remove this new barrier too? Would you prefer that? Would that make you see?”
Your mouth went dry as a chilling realization poured over you. You were quickly beginning to understand why the employees at the Pizza Plex, at least the ones unfortunate enough to interact with you, seemed to come and go like the wind. Your whole form began to tremble under Sun's burrowing gaze and you managed to shake your head.
“N-no, Sunny. You don't have to do anything else... please.” You swallowed hard and lifted your quivering hands to delicately clasp his wrists. “Y-you were right! You're always right... I-I should've never considered breaking my rule for someone like Jack. He's... he's nothing. He's nobody to me. Forget him.”
It was silent between you then, save for the deafening throb of your terrified heartbeat in your ears. After a moment Sun's posture shifted, his hands fell away from your cheeks and he dotted the tip of your nose with a gentle tap.
A pleased hum passed from his voice box to your ears and that honey-sweetness of his voice returned.
“If you're gonna break that rule for anyone, Starlight, it better be me.”
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purpjack · 3 months
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Too early in the morning for conversations.
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nogenderblender9358 · 4 months
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I have a maybe good idea
I don’t know if it's the fact that I’m really bored or my period pains are actually giving me good ideas ??
but I kinda want to start like writing. Maybe nothing too long. Maybe just like short little fanfic stories or even headcannons because I do like those.
I might not even stick with this . I might just write for myself and not even post it. Maybe no one’s even gonna read them or like them but I don’t really care. Not a lot of people follow me anyways. This could be a one time thing. But I do like trying new things.
I was thinking I would write for Yellowjackets because it’s my current interests right now maybe some other fandoms later . Movies or tv shows I enjoy.
other ones might be :
scream, arcane, maybe a little from fnaf I always wanted to write for Vanessa.
only thing is I don’t have any ideas. Maybe I’ll do a little something for Christmas but after that I’m out of ideas
and if anyone has any tips I’m open and would love to here them.
also I’m thinking I should make another blog just for writing so you don’t gotta scroll for ever to find stuff on this blog
And another thing if anyone has a blog name idea again I’d love to hear it my mind is blank
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nobody-nexus · 3 months
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So, asking out of pure curiosity, are you gonna do some christams stuff, like, the mistletoe kiss thing?
Not really. I mean I enjoy Christmas and all, but I'm not exactly the type to draw anything for it
Aside from this for my fnaf fangame ^^
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opudont-donut · 2 years
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Jackie poster
Kinda tried to draw an art with Jackie in FNAF:SB posters style.
I'm not sure if it's looking exactly like a one from the game but I still like the result.
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chemical-clowns · 1 year
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Let them in!!
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cyber-streak-extra · 7 months
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So, I decided to make another quick little fic involving the ITP: Happy Ending AU by @maraariana01 and this time, it’s got Funtime Freddy from Count The Ways, aswell :)
Title: A Bear, A Child, & Said Bear’s Way Of Breaking, Entering, & Capturing
The animatronic bear stared out at the house, a smirk plastered right on his face. He’d been around the area for quite some time—after simply stumbling across it after wandering around after leaving the old man’s garage.
He already knew who he wanted to get this time—the young boy, Oswald. He’d already been planning everything... he’d just been waiting for the perfect moment.
Funtime Freddy sighed. When it did come down to taking the kid, he would’ve preferred to be able to use his storage tank—but, thanks to Silly Millie, when she entered, she caused it to get stuck.
It was something that the bear only discovered after he’d counted, gotten rid of his boredom, and fulfilled Chilly Milly’s wish. It was all still a win-win in his eyes. But he wished she hadn’t gotten it stuck. No matter what he tried, it stayed that way.
Oh well, Funtime Freddy thought. I can still manage.
...
Oswald sat at his bed, drawing some sketches. His phone was in his lap, texting Ben—although his friend hadn’t texted back yet. He could hear Jinx purring from where she lay on the ground.
He was waiting for Spring Bonnie to finish up with some chores—as the rabbit was going to drive him to go pick up Ben. Through his closed door, he could hear the vacuum.
Oswald was glad that everything was normal again—...well, as normal as life could be after he went through the ball pit, and obtained a third parent in Spring Bonnie.
Everything else was still pretty normal. School had started back up, he’d been visiting and chatting with Ben more—who had returned from his little vacation not too long ago. Spring Bonnie, Jackie, and Thomas all seemed to be comfortable with each other.
He knew it was something that took time getting adjusted to. Oswald was happy that it went smoother than he had thought it would when he talked to the two of them, explaining little parts of what had happened that day.
...Even now, he had never outright explained the ball pit. Sure, he told them both that he found Spring Bonnie at Jeff’s Pizza, but Oswald never explained the time traveling part. He didn’t even know how.
Click.
Oswald paused. What was that? He frowned. It sounded like it was coming from behind him. His window? Before he could turn, he started to hear the sound of hissing.
“Jinxie?” He glanced down at the cat, who was backing up slowly—she looked on edge, and her hissing didn’t stop. “What’s the m-“
Oswald’s eyes widened when he was suddenly grabbed by a cold, metallic, and somewhat broken arm. A gasp had escaped him when he was lifted up, but he could tell it was muffled.
His eyes darted around, trying to get a full look, and what had grabbed him was obviously an animatronic—but not the one that he was used to seeing, or liked seeing. Just like the arm, this animatronic was damaged, and he seemed to be a bear.
The animatronic bear chuckled, although it was obvious that he was trying to keep himself quiet. He was just barely succeeding. “Hello, Little Ocelot!~” He whispered—or tried to, voice glitching.
Barely managing to see anything else behind the large bear, Oswald noticed his window. It was fully opened, but it looks like some parts of it had been broken in the process.
Oswald wanted to get away. He wanted away from this bear. He could feel himself moving around... but it wasn’t working. The bear’s grip was strong. What did he want?
Oswald didn’t want to find out.
Could he yell for Spring Bonnie? He knew he sounded muffled... but what if the bunny still heard him? How good was the bunny’s hearing? He didn’t know.
For a moment, Oswald thought about trying to call someone—but that was quickly thrown out the window when he realized that he couldn’t. His phone, originally in his lap before he was grabbed, was now abandoned on the floor.
He could only think that, if he could grab it, that he would either end up messaging Ben—who seemed to have texted back now—or his parents—who were out on a date. What would they do?
“Squirmy one, aren’t ya, Little Ocelot?” The bear chuckled again, still seemingly trying to make sure that he remained quiet enough. Oswald glanced around, eyes spotting the bear’s stomach. What was leaking out of it...?
...
Spring Bonnie had been vacuuming the whole house. He’d decided to do some chores a couple of hours, and then he planned on driving with his son and Ben. He’d promised to do so after he was finished.
He was in the living room—which was the last area he needed to get done. Earlier, Oswald’s room had been where he had started, and he went from there.
Spring Bonnie’s ears twitched, and he paused. He thought he heard something. Was it just the vacuum? It was loud. He’d almost forgotten that he had the TV on, too—a rom-com, which he was glancing up at and watching bits of as he did chores.
He continued vacuuming for a second or two... but then the bunny’s ears twitched again. The bunny was hearing something. It wasn’t coming from the vacuum or the TV, though. It was... what was it?
The bunny pressed a button, turning the vacuum off, and setting it carefully on the ground. The TV’s volume was quite low, so he didn’t need to turn it further down—he’d mainly been relying on the subtitles earlier.
Hissing. The bunny heard hissing. And... talking? Talking. It was a little distant and somewhat muffled from where he was, but he knew that’s what it had to be.
The hissing had to be Jinx—he’d grown accustomed to that noise. But the talking? It wasn’t Oswald. It wasn’t Jackie, or Thomas. It wasn’t Ben. He could tell that. He knew all of their voices well... but this wasn’t any of them.
Son? Spring Bonnie frowned in concern. He could feel his ears start to lower. He should go check on him. He hoped that it was nothing—he hoped that nothing was wrong—nothing was going on with his son.
Moving the vacuum out of his path, the bunny started walking down the hallway to reach his son’s room.
...
When he opened the door, Spring Bonnie nearly stepped on Jinx’s tail—but spotted the hissing cat before that, and stepped out of the way. Once out of her way, the cat ran out.
He watched her leave, confused, before turning back around and looked ahead. That confusion quickly turned to horror from the sight in front of him.
Funtime Freddy, beside the bed, with his son squirming around in the bear’s grasp. Both’s attention were turned to Spring Bonnie when he had entered the room.
Spring Bonnie! Oswald felt relieved.
“Oh, why hello!” Funtime Freddy knew of him. Knew of how the bunny came from the pit—pretended to be Thomas—before truly joining the family. He knew how he was essentially a third parent.
Oswald thought he heard a... growl?
Spring Bonnie took a step forward, and Funtime Freddy started moving, too—towards the direction of Oswald’s door. “I wouldn’t get too close, bun-bun!” He snickered.
The bunny stared. “I have plans,” He started, still slowly making his way to Oswald’s door—the smirk remaining on his face. “You wouldn’t want your Little Ocelot to go...” He used his arm without the hand, seemingly doing a ‘slicing’ motion around his own neck.
“But, maybe it would be fun to make you count the ways with me, bun-bun...” He laughed, smirk growing. He wondered what Spring Bonnie would choose. He also wondered what the kid would want. But, he had different plans.
He was here to get the kid and leave, before resuming everything. Silly Milly shouldn’t have gotten his storage tank stuck. If not for her, this would be a little easier. But, he had fun with her.
Oswald noticed how Spring Bonnie was beginning to leak. There was always little bits dripping, but massive leaking usually seemed to happen, he noticed, when the bunny was angry or sad.
Teeth. Oswald and Funtime Freddy saw all of the teeth stored in the bunny after he unhinged his jaw. Angry. Oswald hadn’t seen him like that since the night he went back to Jeff’s Pizza to get his dad.
“Oh, you don’t like that, bun-bun?” Funtime Freddy giggled.
Spring Bonnie’s hands bawled into fists. Just as the bunny started to get closer, the bear ran out of Oswald’s bedroom door. Spring Bonnie followed.
He entered the living room, looking around—he didn’t see Funtime Freddy or his son yet. He could feel himself leaking further.
Just as the bunny took another step, he heard a glitchy little laughter, followed by footsteps, and the feeling of something hitting him from behind—it felt... electrifying. Shocking.
...
Spring Bonnie blinked. He was leaning against one of the walls in the living room. He wiped at some of the liquid agony and remnant, before hurriedly looking around. Son...! What had the bear done?
Standing up fully, the bunny hurriedly began looking all over the house. He went back to his son’s room, checking under the bed, and in the closet, before moving to the rest of the house.
Oswald... Spring Bonnie could feel himself shaking as he kept checking the house. His ears were lowered. He could feel so much liquid leaking from his body—eyes especially.
As he reached the last room that he had to check, Thomas and Jackie’s room, Spring Bonnie leaned against the wall as his body started shaking further. How could he let this happen? How could he let his son get taken?
What was going to happen...?
Son... I’m so sorry...
He couldn’t find anything in the house—no hints or traces of where Funtime Freddy could possibly be with his son. Wherever the bear went with Oswald, neither of them were in the house anymore.
Spring Bonnie made a decision. He left through the front door, hurriedly looking around outside—he spent an hour or two doing so. That’s what it felt like.
The bunny was leaking everywhere. He checked the front yard, and the back yard—every area near the house, and even somewhat far away—in hopes that he’d find any sort of clue to where his son and the bear could be.
He found nothing.
Spring Bonnie made his way back home. When he got back, he’d been planning to recheck everywhere. But, as he passed the front door, the bunny fell to his knees.
Jinx meowed sadly from where she lay somewhere in the living room.
He should’ve been able to stop Funtime Freddy. He should’ve been able to stop him from taking his son. The bunny should’ve been able to save his son. Had he failed his son...? What did Funtime Freddy want with him?
Horrible possibilities started throwing themselves into the bunny’s mind—which he attempted to ignore, but... Funtime Freddy could do anything. What if he had already done something? How was he going to find his son?
Spring Bonnie heard the front door open.
...
“Oswald, we’re-“ Thomas started, closing the door behind him and his wife—although he stopped when he spotted Spring Bonnie in the middle of the living room.
He was collapsed on his knees, shaking. Even if the bunny wasn’t facing them, Jackie could tell that he was leaking... something. (What was it called? She’d never asked. Did Spring Bonnie know?)
Most of the leaking, she noticed, was coming from his eyes—it was pouring out like a waterfall. Although she noticed it coming from other parts of him, too. Jackie frowned.
“Spring Bonnie?” She gently called out, approaching the bunny carefully. Thomas stayed where he was, but looked around.
“Spring Bonnie,” The nurse knelt beside the animatronic. “What happened...? What’s wrong?”
The leaking bunny turned slightly to look at Jackie. Messily searching through his pockets of his coat, Spring Bonnie eventually pulled out his note pad and pen.
Jackie and Thomas, who moved a little closer, both watched as the bunny started writing. Although, whatever was leaking ended up hitting the notepad paper. So, the only words that the two could fully read were: “Oswald” “Freddy” and “Captured”.
Spring Bonnie messily flipped to another page on the notepad a second later, and sloppily wrote something else—this time, only two words. But it got the point across. “Son taken.”
“W-What...?” Jackie whispered, horrified, her eyes widening.
He could vaguely hear Thomas say something, too, followed by quick footsteps—from the corner of his eyes, Thomas seemed to be making his way to his son’s room.
Jackie watched her husband for a single moment, before refocusing on the shaking bunny in front of her. “Spring Bonnie, w-“
She was cut off when the bunny moved forward, hugging her—the hug was tight, but he wasn’t hurting Jackie, either. Blinking as her eyes felt watery, Jackie hugged the bunny back.
Jackie had never seen him like this. She rubbed the bunny’s back, closing her eyes. Oswald... please, be okay. What had happened? Why would anyone want to take her son...?
He should’ve stopped the bear before he escaped, Spring Bonnie had thought. He should’ve done... anything. Why did this have to happen? Oswald didn’t deserve anything that the bear may do.
He only hoped that he could get to his son somehow before Funtime Freddy went through with anything...
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“Cute. But mine is better.”
This is part one of “Art I meant to post this year but completely forgot so I’m posting it before midnight on New Year’s Eve”!! 
This is a digital painting I did somewhere at the beginning of fall that I’m upset I forgot to post because I’m rlly proud of how this one came out! But it’s here now so I hope y’all will enjoy! ^^
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What if I told you that Tony's fate isn't as ambiguous as we thought? What if I told you that we know exactly what happened to him?
And what if I told you we've seen it before?
Throughout the events of GGY, we're illuminated to the life and times of Tony Becker, a snarky and unpopular preteen boy obsessed with uncovering the truth in every story he runs into despite the consequences it may have on his real life and surroundings. Plagued by unresolved feelings of anger and denial from his father's imprisonment due to federal charges, Tony has developed somewhat of a "main character" complex. He believes that the world should attest to his discoveries, going so far as to resort to petty crimes in order to maintain a steady flow of evidence for his focal research points.
As we follow Tony's misadventures in trying to uncover the identity of the mysterious Pizzaplex hacker "GGY", we gleam the fact that he's not quite popular amongst his peers, and is in fact seen as "nerdy" or "weird" by them. His only companions are Ellis, known as "Boots", a long-standing childhood friend, and Greg, aka "Dr. Rabbit" or "Rab", a boy adopted into the friendship-turned-trio some months prior to the events of the story. Tony believes he's "outgrowing" Ellis, and theorizes that in time, he may only find interest in Greg (or Gregory as he's more commonly known as, which I'll be referring to him as for the remainder of the post to avoid confusion).
"Over the summer, Tony had started feeling a little impatient with his best friend, Boots. It felt like Tony was starting to grow up, but his longtime friend was content to stay a little boy." "Tony had a feeling that Rab had layers that Boots would never have. Tony had a terrible feeling that he was outgrowing Boots and might soon just want to hang out with Rab. That would be awkward in the extreme."
― The Bobbiedots Conclusion, "GGY" (p.8)
So off the bat we're shown that Tony doesn't seem to have much of an interest in developing meaningful relationships with other people, only those who he deems as "complex" as him. Whether that be out of a social awkwardness or any other insecurity is kind of left hanging in the air for debate.
However, he does take a notable interest in Gregory. This is mentioned multiple times in the first few pages of the story alone.
""Rab" was a relatively new friend. Spotting the unfamiliar kid who'd looked a little lost at the start of the school year a couple months before, Tony had introduced himself just to be friendly. He and "the new guy" had hit it off, and Tony invited him to work with him―and Boots―when they'd gotten their first creative writing assignment."
― The Bobbiedots Conclusion, "GGY" (p.7)
"More than once, Tony had caught Rab with a rigid expression on his face, as if he was contemplating something intense."
― The Bobbiedots Conclusion, "GGY" (p.8)
The story makes a point to repeatedly let the readers know that Tony is "different" from the average kid; that he's misunderstood and others simply don't get him. This, in fact, is arguably one of the main character traits we get from him throughout the events.
"Kids like Boots and Rab, who came from well-off families, didn't understand yet what kind of worries and struggles most people had to carry around. Life came easy to kids like Tony's friends (and most of his classmates), but Tony knew that many kids, and most adults, got beaten down by life."
― The Bobbiedots Conclusion, "GGY" (p.14)
So in essence, we have a smarmy young brunette kid with a missing father who's unpopular amongst his peers, has an affinity for nonfiction handwritten literature, and feels like nobody gets him except for one person, and is left with a seemingly ambiguous fate.
A character we've seen before this. Long before this.
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Tony's general description matches that of prior Fazbear Frights protagonist Millie Fitzsimmons essentially to a T. Of course at first that does seem like a bit of an obvious comparison― "well yeah, all the Fazbear novel kids are gonna be similar in one way or another, they're kids". Which is fair argument to make, but the rabbithole goes much deeper than just that of the general personality comparisons.
Count The Ways shows Millie being trapped in the stomach hatch of a salvaged Funtime Freddy, who is notably missing a hand. Whilst stuck within, Funtime Freddy gives Millie the decision of how he will kill her. Dehydration, starvation, hypothermia, impalement, electrocution, or decapitation.
He gives her a list with 6 items. A number that perfectly matches the amount of (legitimate) high scores we see mentioned throughout the events of GGY.
PBD ABC KXT CRF RAE TRE
Sure, that can be chalked up to another coincidence as well. It's a stretch, and not really a strong connection, especially given they don't have much to do with each other. But those two points aren't where the similarities end.
It's worth mentioning, however, that both Tony and Millie have been separated from their fathers, with Tony's in prison for embezzlement and Millie's teaching in Saudi Arabia, and as a result both have moved in with a grandparent.
Throughout his investigation, Tony is notably stalked by Glamrock Freddy. This isn't just implied by Tony's sway on the narration, but full-on confirmed.
"After just a couple steps, though, a flash of glowing white caught Tony's eye. He looked to the left, and his feet faltered. He was being watched... by one of the animatronics. Tony looked up into the gleaming white eyes of the big orange animatronic bear with the red, armored shoulder pads and the black top hat―Glamrock Freddy. Thinking that Freddy was just being friendly, the way the animatronics were during their Sunday stroll around, Tony lifted a hand and waved at the bear. Freddy, however, didn't return the gesture. He just kept his intense gaze on Tony, as if sizing Tony up. Suddenly chilled for reasons he didn't understand at all, Tony looked away from Freddy and hurried on. After a few more steps, Tony glanced over his shoulder. Glamrock Freddy was still watching him. Goose bumps popped up on Tony's bare arms as he practically ran out of the Fazcade."
― The Bobbiedots Conclusion, "GGY" (p.33)
"Remembering what had happened the last time he'd seen the bit of luminous white, Tony barely turned his head and used his peripheral vision to check out what had gotten his attention. And as he'd expected, he spotted Glamrock Freddy. The animatronic was pacing Tony, three feet or so behind Tony's right shoulder. It looked like Glamrock Freddy was shadowing Tony. But why? (...) Maybe it was just a coincidence that Glamrock Freddy was walking in the same direction Tony was going, just a few feet from Tony. Tony risked another glance at the animatronic. He quickly looked straight forward again. Nope. Not a coincidence. Freddy was clearly focused on Tony."
― The Bobbiedots Conclusion, "GGY" (p.41)
It goes without saying that Count The Ways' main antagonist is Funtime Freddy. Glamrock Freddy, and Funtime Freddy. Both notably variants of the original top-hatted troubadour.
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Both notably missing their hand(s) at one point or another.
The duration of Millie's torment takes place inside of Funtime Freddy's stomach hatch. Again, something we see reflected in Glamrock Freddy's mechanics and design throughout multiple installments.
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Whilst GGY doesn't necessarily have its own central antagonist, the closest thing to an actual threat that Tony seems to encounter is Glamrock Freddy. The two Freddy variants who are explicitly known for their intense shift in the expected behavior of a Freddy, and who were built with some kind of hollow opening in their stomach small enough to host children.
Seems pretty cut and dry to me.
But that's not everything. Throughout Count The Ways, Millie takes interest in a boy named Dylan who shares her hobbies and interests. Dylan, she feels, is the only one who understands her, and despite their meeting being very recent, she falls for him.
The bell rang, signaling that lunch period was about to end. Dylan leaned toward Millie and half whispered, “Do not ask for whom the bell tolls.” “It tolls for thee,” Millie finished. Where had this guy come from? Toledo, sure, but how was he so sophisticated and knowledgeable? She had never met anyone like him. Dylan stood up. “Millie, it’s been a rare pleasure. Would you and your imaginary friend mind very much if I joined you two at lunch tomorrow?” Millie felt the corners of her mouth twitch in an unfamiliar way. “We wouldn’t mind at all,” she said.
― Into The Pit, "Count The Ways" (p.93)
Dylan, obviously, is a stand-in for Gregory in this scenario. Whilst we don't see much interaction directly between Tony and Gregory, we do see a lot of bonding between Ellis and Gregory. Throughout the chapter the two of them are shown to be much closer to each other than they seem to be with Tony. I believe Ellis is reflected in Count The Ways through the character of Brooke, Dylan's girlfriend.
“Like Brooke?” Millie’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “What, you don’t approve of Brooke?” Dylan said. “She’s blonde and basic,” Millie said. No need to mince words. The truth was the truth. “Have you ever had a conversation with her?” Dylan asked. “Do you even know what she’s like?” Had Millie ever heard Brooke say anything? She was quiet in U.S. government class, Millie assumed, because she had nothing interesting or important to say. “I’ve never talked to her,” Millie said. “I don’t talk to just anyone.” Dylan shook his head. “Well, Brooke isn’t just anyone. She’s smart and well-read and nice. She wants to be a veterinarian. Why does it matter what color her hair is?” Dylan looked at her so hard it was like he was looking through her. “Millie, I’m disappointed in you. You, of all people, with your black wardrobe and black eyeliner and black nail polish. It seems like you’d know better than to judge a person based on her appearance. You don’t like when people do it to you, and yet you’re guilty of the very same crime. I’m pretty sure that’s called hypocrisy.” He stood up. “I think this conversation is over.”
― Into The Pit, "Count The Ways" (p.104)
Tony rather harshly judges Ellis for being "childish" the same way Millie labels Brooke as "basic", in spite of Gregory/Dylan showing interest in them. I'm not going to say this is a hint towards Tony's true feelings towards Gregory or anything, but...
But I digress; this is simply all buildup, evidence to what I intend to properly prove― Tony's seemingly ambiguous fate, and how this all ties into Millie's experience. At the end of the story, Gregory invites Tony to the Pizzaplex with him under the guise of cheering him up.
Greg stopped and took a step back toward Tony. "Listen," Greg said, "how about you meet me at the Pizzaplex when you get out of here. In an hour or so? I have some people I want you to meet. We'll have some fun, and you'll forget all about the story and getting detention." Tony wasn't all that keen on going back to the Pizzaplex. He couldn't be in the place now without thinking of GGY and the modified animatronics. "Come on," Greg pressed. "Say yes. We'll get you cheered up."
― The Bobbiedots Conclusion, "GGY" (p.69)
Most people assume that the "people" Gregory wanted to introduce Tony to were the animatronics, ready to snuff him out for knowing too much and sticking his nose in places it shouldn't be in. Though, what if I proposed the idea that these aren't people at all― but rather concepts?
Everybody knows the popular phrase “Say hello to my little friend!”, coined by Al Pachino in the 1983 cult classic Scarface. Obviously, he's not referring to a real person or any kind of cuddly animal. This "friend" refers to the grenade launcher in his hands, that he uses to blow away the five men standing before him.
It's not likely, but perhaps the "people" Gregory mentioned were instead torturous instruments or concepts, in the form of the six options Millie had been given.
Dehydration, starvation, hypothermia, impalement, electrocution, or decapitation. All potential options to be done to Tony by Gregory's little friend.
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The little friend that had been lurking in the background the entire time, privy to the things Tony had been getting into.
The little friend so loyal to Gregory that his own programming would bug out, and he'd betray the virus living inside of his own systems just to keep safe in a twist that even Gregory himself, who once worked closely with the animatronics under the control of Glitchtrap, cannot explain.
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Of course, Millie's fate is also left ambiguous at the end of Count The Ways. However, that only brings the theory full circle in terms of comparisons to make between the two stories' protagonists. We can be lead to believe that both escaped their seemingly grim fates... but at the same time, we're also given the implication that they did not.
At the very least, I believe Count The Ways is supposed to represent what Tony experiences after the events of the story come to an end. Given all the glaring similarities of both kids that fall into place when lined up, there's no doubt that at least a little bit of Tony's journey is meant to be reflected upon through Millie's.
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autisticfoxgirl333 · 8 months
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Fictional Character Battle Royale 3!
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lord-tekron · 11 months
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God I need to draw some Jackie stuff and/or see new fanart of Jackie, starting to go feral a bit because my brain wants it but my body is to tired to make it.
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Stuff like this you know? Stuff that set off the dopamine factory to start working (credit to LadyGalaxy, at least that was their deviantart usename from way far back and idk what their tumblr username is or what they are up to but I assume they are making banger drawings still)
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sunsetspectre · 5 months
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One of my FNaF OCs, Jackie the Raccoon! I overdid the yellow highlights a bit, and I need to retake the picture because it's a little blurry, but otherwise, I really like how it turned out ^^ (I will edit the post when I retake the picture)
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