#security bots are a pain to draw

[arrgh-whatever]

#security bots are a pain to draw #the wanderer #archibald

[happysadyoyo]

Time loop au from @pillowspace, inspired by this post in particular. Celebratory ficlet because today feels good.

Thank you pillow for letting me play in your sandbox.

You sit in the unused janitor's closet, listening to people leaving and the closing tunes of the pizzeria. It's dark, nearly pitch black in the closet, but you can't turn on the light and risk one of the animatronics or security noticing and catching you.

Your coffee by this point is lukewarm, but you sip anyway, the dregs bitter against your tongue. How many loops has it been now? Ten? Fifteen? It's hard to tell anymore, the months blurring together. It's always fall, never quite to Christmas.

God, is this what it was like in the children's book? Always winter, never Christmas. Maybe Narnia had been in a time loop too.

Your cup is empty, and you toy with it idly as the chipper music slows into a final warning. The doors would be locked soon, the gate shutting you in until the morning manager comes in to give the building a once over. Still, you wait until the light shining through the crack of the door dims.

It's still winding down, a cleaning bot passing on the level lower with a little trail of wet floor signs following after it. It's cute, but where it once would have warmed you... Well, you can feel it. The want to smile and take it in, but it's like the feelings are through radio static. Maybe if you pushed... but you're too tired just maintaining to try.

Even though you know security is more for show than actual security (it's hard to steal giant sentient animatronics after all), you keep close to the wall, fingers tracing the patterns mindlessly. As familiar as you are with the way towards the theater, you still manage to misstep, foot hitting empty air. You fall down the stairs, barely catching yourself on the handrail several steps down.

There's laughter high above, outside the safety of the ambient lights set for the cleaning bots to do their work. You sit up with a sigh, rubbing the back of your head.

"Could've been worse," you decided. "Absolutely could've died again." Your ankle hurts a little, and your neck from the whiplash, but hey, you're awake.

You continue down the stairs a little more gingerly, half listening to the sound of bells. Always at a distance, always safely away from the light.

When you enter the theater, Moon comes in closer. You expected this. The theater used to have live performances, the stage worn and scratched in places from animatronic feet and claws, but now it's just a place to stream old Fredbear and Friends cartoons and find teenagers attempting to make out away from their parents. So it's darker here, not needing to be cleaned nearly as often.

"You're not supposed to be here. It's past your bedtime Assistant." The malice hits that same numbing wall of static, muzzling the pain attempting to crawl its way up your throat. Moon hated you --- and maybe Sun did too, this go around. You'd been trying to hide it during the day, the exhaustion and muted despair. The children didn't deserve that and Sun was still Sun even now.

But kids had a way of picking up on the emotions of the adults around them and they liked you. You always knew what they needed and stopped more than a few painful scrapes and bruises. So they tried to cheer you up, drawing pictures and trying to pull you into their games. Things they usually did with Sun and Moon, before Moon had been reassigned to security.

Maybe you deserved that malice. After all, weren't you supposed to save them? The plastic strap of the Fazbear watch dug into your wrist as you gripped the edge of your sweater. You were meant to be their rescuer, but everything keeps getting worse every single time.

Fingers brush over the top of your head as bells jingle softly together. You barely flinch, touching the cracked ear of your watch, rubbing your thumb where the earring was meant to be.

"Do you ever feel like you're being put through some cruel joke?" You ask. "Like... Someone decided that instead of letting you go through life they keep hitting the reset button just to watch you squirm?"

There's no immediate reply, not even a too-tight grip on the back of your neck.

"Maybe if you killed me, it would stop."

Silence. Then, slowly, and very nearly in Moon's old voice, the one you had forgotten: "Are you all right?"

His hand is still on top of your head. You reach for it, pulling it down to press your cheek against and close your eyes. Moon still isn't attacking you, but if you do or say the wrong thing, that might change.

It's too much to hope that you had found the answer here and now.

"I'm sorry sweetie," you say softly, trying to preserve this moment of peace as long as you can. "It's just been hard. I don't want you to kill me." His fingers flex, but he's still quiet, still still. Your face is hot, especially around your eyes, but that static is still there, winning over and dulling your voice. "Things are going to end again. But maybe next time... Next time." You sigh, deflating slowly. "I promise. I'll. I'll save you both."

You know any moment whatever is wrong with Moon will take over again, that you're in danger, but for a moment, just this moment, you're going to hold his hand and just pretend that it's okay you can't cry. And he lets you, for as long as you can stand.

#time loop au #dca #fnaf dca #fnaf daycare attendant #okay this was bittersweet but now i need to whump tl yn hard

[dcawritings]

I’m going to make a masterlist for all the AUs I might write for, but in case anyone wants a taste of the kind of enabling chaos that goes on in the Superstar Daycare discord server, here’s the list of AUs I’m positively feral about:

Freddy Fazvibes (Sex Shop AU)

Digimon AU

Borderlands AU

Livestreamer / Vtuber AU

Stardew Valley AU

Color of Your Eyes AU

(Longer description of each below the readmore!)

Freddy Fazvibes (Sex Shop AU)

William accepts and admits that he has some unresolved issues between himself and Henry, and decides to open a sex shop after learning he's a furry and it makes him quite happy. The shop -- technically still under the Fazbear brand (Henry is happy for his friend but thoroughly confused) -- features character mascots and lines of toys based on the parent company alongside an up-and-coming VR system to allow people to experience the company (sexual or otherwise) of their favorite characters!

The reader is just one of many customers after discovering the niche but passionate community the store and its characters have. It's bad enough that it's a sex shop with sex toys; how are they going to handle having their favorite character offer to demonstrate using one of them?

No deaths occur in this AU, it's just some good wholesome fun (as wholesome as a sex shop can get) where we don't need to worry about why the animatronics have genitals.

Digimon AU

The reader was supposed to be a member of their generation’s digidestined, but the others were killed by a mysterious power in the digital world many years before the present day. The reader discovers this information as an adult after being pulled into the digital world by a mysterious masked puppet creature who seems to know all too much about them. Trapped, they learn that their two digimon partners (Sun and Moon) had been waiting for them all that time; waiting for their human partner that never showed up when the digital world needed them most.

The reader finds themselves battling through not only their own tentative connection with the digital world as an adult, but also with their own partner as Moon has all but rejected them due to trust and corruption issues. Can the reader heal Sun and Moon's pain, regain their trust, and manage to save the corrupted souls of the other digidestined before the digital world falls apart at the seams?

And who could this mysterious evil force even be?

Borderlands AU

Sun is a prototype of a new line of caretaker bots designed by Hyperion to serve multiple domestic roles for people rich enough to afford them. The spaceship housing him during his live beta-testing experiences an unknown error and crashes on Pandora, where the reader (an ex-Hyperion employee) rescues him from the wreckage.

Things grow even more confusing when Sun realizes that he has a second personality onboard his processors, one that the reader had inadvertently helped to create when they worked for Hyperion: Moon, a military security protocol, and the true reason that the ship had gone down over Pandora. How will Sun deal with learning that his abandonment was part of the testing -- and what will he, Moon, and the reader do when they learn about the ECLIPSE protocol?

Livestreamer / Vtuber AU

After saving them from the Pizzaplex ruins, the reader helps Sun, Moon and the newly-formed Eclipse settle into day-to-day domestic life with them. Though the reader assures that they don't need to, the three search for ways to help pay bills -- keeping them charged has tripled the electric bill alone. So, unbeknownst to the reader at first, the trio take up being a vtuber, quickly becoming quite popular for their unique avatars (which is literally just them rendered into a live2d model) and wide variety of streamed content.

They all play all sorts of videogames, but Eclipse has become very popular for drawing furry art while Moon's realized that people really like his voice in ASMR content. Before they know it, they're able to help pay the reader's bills and beyond, leaving their amused and surprised caretaker to support both their newfound hobby and try desperately to ignore how the twitch chat is always asking if they're dating.

Stardew Valley AU

After the reader's grandfather passes away, they learn that he had left them an entire farm to care for as they liked. An entire plot of land beside a whole new town of people to meet, including the enigmatic trio of automatons powered by forest magic, and are apparently as old if not older than the town itself.

Sun is sweet as can be and helps tutor Jaz and Vincent alongside Penny, while Eclipse is a very soft-spoken personality who you're certain has been heavily damaged at some point (but he's often too busy tending to the community gardens to care). There is a third automaton, but he's only active after sunset -- some townfolk call him a demon and a menace, while others seem to find his pranks quite endearing. Moon is... an enigmatic figure, and it will take some time to get to know him properly.

Color of Your Eyes AU

The reader is just another employee of Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex, far from friends and family that they barely remember after moving away several years ago. They work a normal job in the daycare with a normal apartment and go to a normal doctor about normal symptoms of a chronic illness they've been dealing with since they were little -- or so they're told.

Is it all actually normal? Are they human, or are they... something else? Surely not, else it would mean their entire life is nothing more than a lie, a fabrication.

This is an AU about the reader learning they are actually a humanoid animatronic and that everything in their life -- their background, their parents, their memories -- are just that. A lie. They have been the property and research subject of Fazco's R&D division the entire time.

But at least they have Sun and Moon to help them understand not how to be human, but how to be a person again.

#aus #au masterlist #sorta i'll make an actual one soon #notwriting #fnaf dca #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf eclipse #fnaf dca fandom #dca fandom #dca au #daycare attendant fnaf #what other tags are even applicable #help #freddy fazvibes au #sex shop au #color of your eyes au #stardew valley au #livestreamer au #vtuber au #borderlands au

[zimcard-artblog]

Very surprised the Roleswap AU is gaining lots of attention! I'll definitely draw more of these funky Scrybes but for now, have some more doodles And LUCK-3's underlings! The Factory Bots are the same but their designs and personalities are different, especially how they react to their boss aka LUCK-3.

I specifically made Inspector to have this sort of camera head along with small security cams on his shoulders, you know, cause YouTube Lucky Carder with his trusty camera. He often scolds LUCK-3 for being lazy from time to time, Inspector's more focused in work than whatever the hell is going on here. He's also Challenger P03's favorite robot cause of the attitude and whatnot.

Melter isn't in pain anymore, more of a walking furnace. Often forgets he is supposed to be burning inside, tends to panic that he's on fire until LUCK-3 pats him on the shoulder and goes; "You're a furnace, bud." "Oh... right, yeah, forgot about that". Melter's more neutral with LUCK-3, perhaps a little more!

Dredger is much more friendlier, has that "Old Man who likes to fish and hangs out with their nephew, showing off his best catches in the past" energy with LUCK-3. LUCK-3 loves hanging out with the guy, he's chill.

#ZCArt #Fanart #Inscryption #Inscryption AU #Grimora #P03 #LUCK-3 #Inspector #Melter #Dredger #Bone Lord #Kaycee Hobbes #Lonely Wizard #Digital Art

[novafire-is-thinking]

nono tell us the angst i wanna hear it

You asked. You are receiving :)

Rodimus never liked looking back much, but here he found himself, scrolling through old photos in the dark of his room. For some reason, the cracks on his phone screen seemed worse than before. He’d never bothered with repairs, as the device had continued working just fine. It wasn’t like he could afford to get it fixed anyway. The last few years hadn’t been kind, and the future didn’t look much better, which was probably why he was willing to look backwards to get a taste of better times.

When he made it back far enough to the moments he captured during the Lost Light adventure— his Lost Light adventure, he lingered on each one a little longer than the last.

A group pic of the entire medical crew, including that Decepticon mechanic— what was her name? Nickel?

A video of Drift getting his ass kicked by Cyclonus in a duel.

Magnus in the supersized armor Brainstorm had slapped together for the showdown with the DJD.

Soon, Rodimus was tired of keeping company with nostalgia. There was no use looking back when those days and those feelings were long-gone.

He began swiping faster, not really having a goal in mind except to escape the pull of the sadness that was trying to settle inside him. Drift was better with feelings. He’d often teased Rodimus about that fact.

I miss you, Drift. My feelings felt safe when you were around. Nowadays, they just taunt me.

Familiar gray flew across the screen beneath his thumb. Rodimus swiped back until he found the source.

A small laugh escaped him. The photo was one of many selfies he’d taken during his adventure. What set it apart from the others was a camera-shy Megatron in the background, trying his best to avoid the picture by sliding his head down into his chest.

Rodimus didn’t have many photos with Megatron. It was ironic that the guy who spent most of his life in the spotlight commanding armies and not-armies turned out to hate focused attention. Then again, drawing up battle plans and bossing others around is very different from being forced to do almost nothing while having a picture taken.

That thought struck something deep inside Rodimus. He realized he understood Megatron, in this respect. They were different in many ways, but they both had trouble just being. Forward momentum was everything to both of them. Rodimus chased the thrill of the next exciting thing while Megatron had chased the thrill of power. Of conquest.

Part of him fought against the newfound revelation, but another part of him welcomed it. The sudden need to share this with Megatron rose up within him.

But reality followed closely behind.

Megatron was gone.

The trial had taken place several years ago—the exact year forgotten by Rodimus. The memory that spilled back into his consciousness first was of the crowds surrounding Raskol Arena.

The arena. That horrible, beautiful arena.

He remembered the angry crowd of bots, many of whom were holding signs stained with their own energon. The message was clear. Decepticons blamed Megatron for leading them down a path with nothing but pain to show for it while the Autobots blamed him for that and everything else. Neutrals weren’t any less angry for their own reasons.

As usual, Rodimus had arrived late. He nearly got his head smashed in by angry spectators as he shoved his way through them to get into the stadium. Similar to last time, a limit had been placed on how many were allowed into the stadium with pre-approved individuals taking priority before regular civilians were allowed inside. This meant most of those who had come to watch were forced to stay outside, which did nothing to ease the tension.

Compared to the last attempt at a trial, security was much tighter. Rodimus had struggled to get proper clearance until Prowl intervened. He was the last bot Rodimus expected to speak on his behalf, but he was grateful. Rodimus had hoped to get information from Prowl about the planned proceedings, but the weary strategist was locked into “job mode” and wouldn’t share anything as he helped Rodimus find a spot from where he could watch without trouble.

With a sharp comment about not being late next time if he wants to get in, Prowl turned around quickly and walked off. Rodimus watched Prowl until the tips of his gold chevron disappeared into the crowd. I’ll ask someone else later, then.

The first day of proceedings went relatively smoothly. This time, it was the Galactic Council that had gathered to preside over the trial, but it was no less tense. Witnesses were called up. Heated words were exchanged. Nothing new.

Day two arrived, and Rodimus managed to show up on time, by some miracle. Drift was waiting for him. He said something about Prowl sending him to keep an eye out for a certain straggler. They both knew what he’d meant.

Drift led Rodimus to their seats. As soon as they sat down, Drift caught Rodimus up on everything Prowl had told him.

Oh, so he’ll talk to the former Decepticon, but not me?

Rodimus was glad he didn’t put much effort into trying to understand Prowl. He figured he’d probably end up driving himself crazy. But if Rodimus was honest with himself, he was glad guys like Prowl existed, despite how much he hated being around him. Rodimus knew he wouldn’t be any good in Prowl’s position as a prosecutor, especially in a trial as huge as Megatron’s.

The day was as uneventful as the first one. Besides the angry crowd outside and the occasional disruption, everyone remained relatively civil as witness after witness was called up. It was almost eerie.

Each day after that, Rodimus managed to arrive on time, and Drift was always there to meet him.

Eventually, Rodimus gave his testimony on behalf of Megatron. It was the last day of the trial, and everyone was anxious to be done with it. Rodimus was torn between wanting it to be over and dreading the end.

During a recess, Rodimus met up with Magnus, who escorted him to Megatron’s cell for what he assumed was his final visit.

To Rodimus, Megatron seemed oddly serene for someone about to be sentenced either to death or infinite imprisonment. As they talked, Rodimus guessed that, like him, Megatron had more to say, but was holding back. However, unlike Drift, he wasn’t any good at coaxing others to open up, so he let those words go unspoken.

When Ultra Magnus returned and announced that a verdict had been reached, Rodimus fell silent. He watched as Magnus and Megatron said their goodbyes and let Megatron say his final piece.

Sure, Megatron deserved much more than whatever was coming to him, but it still saddened Rodimus to hear it from his friend.

Friend.

Yes. Rodimus was finally ready to admit that, against all odds, Megatron had indeed become a friend to him. It was a bit late to accept it, but he refused to fight it this time.

Before he had a chance to say anything to Megatron, the former warlord was on his way back to the sentencing chamber with Ultra Magnus. Rodimus looked down at the broken Rodimus Star in his hand and ran his thumb over the cracks and the jagged edge where a piece was missing.

With resolve, he ran as fast as he could to join everyone else for the declaration of the final verdict. He located Drift in the frenzy of anxious spectators, and the two of them made their way to their seats.

Despite the lack of a roof, the entire place felt suffocating to Rodimus as the Galactic Council took their seats and requested that Megatron stand to his feet. Ultra Magnus rose with him.

The silence of the crowd was unnerving. Rodimus noticed Prowl and several security guards step up onto the elevated platform, closing in around Megatron and Magnus. They expected trouble.

As soon as the words “to be executed” were uttered, the silence was shattered by a deafening roar from the crowd inside the stadium and from outside its walls.

Within moments, the shouts of victory were replaced with shouts of anger and panic. Absolute chaos ensued. Rodimus looked back and registered a wave of bots pouring in. The crowd outside had broken through security forces and was pouring into the stadium at a stampede’s pace from multiple entrances, even some that had been previously closed off. Those already inside began to panic.

On instinct, Rodimus grabbed Drift and started making his way toward the middle of the stadium, as he figured that was where everyone would inevitably be pushed. It was better than possibly getting trampled, and some crazy part of him still hoped to say something—anything to Megatron one last time.

Rodimus noticed Prowl standing in front of Megatron on the elevated platform, shouting commands over comms and directing security forces to surround the two of them, Magnus, and the Galactic Council.

Nice going, Prowl. You might make my energon boil, but I’ll admit you’re pretty damn good at keeping people alive when all hell breaks loose.

Drift had no trouble keeping up with Rodimus. The two of them darted and wormed their way through the obstacle course of panicked bots. Whatever barriers were put in place did nothing to stop the frenzied mass of bodies making its way toward the middle of the stadium.

Those who had flight-capable alt modes took to the skies and escaped that way. Some with ground modes transformed, but with nowhere to go, they were pushed around or climbed over.

Rodimus abandoned himself to the rush of adrenaline surging through him. He and Drift were close to reaching the center when the crowd suddenly shifted and closed in further.

The pathway to Megatron was blocked.

Despite his best attempts, Rodimus was unable to break through. Beside him, Drift looked ready to draw both of his swords, as things were quickly going from bad to worse with bots getting trampled several rows behind them, if one could even call them rows.

Megatron and the rest of the middle group were secure within their ring of security guards, although things were getting tight there too.

A break in the crowd opened up for a split-second, allowing Rodimus and Drift to move a few feet closer to the inner circle.

Now close enough for Megatron to see him, Rodimus began waving both his hands above his head and shouting Megatron’s name. Never mind the fact that it was way too loud to hear each other speak if he did manage to get his attention. Rodimus just wanted one last something from Megatron. In all likelihood, this was the last time they’d lay eyes on each other, and Rodimus refused to let him go without a last goodbye.

Drift joined him in trying to get Megatron’s attention. The two of them had made it this far together, and Rodimus found himself smiling at how ridiculous they must look to everyone else.

Finally, Megatron noticed them. He locked eyes with Rodimus first, and then Drift.

He smiled.

Rodimus liked to think that if Megatron had been uncuffed, he would have waved back at them. Now that they’d seen each other, Rodimus and Drift stopped waving, unsure of what to do next.

The smile on Megatron’s face faded. A somber look was in its place, and he appeared to be contemplating something.

After a moment, he met Rodimus’ eyes again and shouted something.

Unable to hear above the steadily increasing panic around them, Rodimus stared at Megatron in confusion. The guards were beginning to close in further around the inner circle and pull him out of sight.

Megatron tried again, but this time, he chose not to use his voice and instead focused on mouthing the words:

Thank you.

He looked at Drift and did the same.

Before Rodimus could fully register what Megatron had said, he was out of sight. Then Prowl yelled at Soundwave over comms.

Something pierced the air—a sound so deafening it was disorienting. Everyone covered their audio receptors, doubled over in pain, or both.

It didn’t take long for bots on the outer edges to start making their way out of the stadium, gradually freeing up space inside.

Once the stadium was empty enough, the sound ceased. Using the stadium’s PA system, Prowl coldly apologized for the disturbance and asked everyone who remained to vacate the premises. Calmly.

Drift was ready to leave, but Rodimus had other plans. He waited until almost everyone had cleared out before trotting back toward the center where Prowl was. As he approached him, he noticed a piece of Prowl’s chevron was missing on the left side, probably lost during the commotion of earlier.

As soon as the strategist laid eyes on him, he scowled.

“Did Soundwave’s trick make you deaf? I told everyone to leave.”

“Oh, so that was Soundwave, was it? Not surprised you had a plan.”

Prowl scoffed. “Of course I had a plan. All those bots in one place during the biggest trial in Cybertronian history wasn’t going to end any other way.”

“Maybe not,” Rodimus replied.

They fell into an awkward silence.

Prowl shifted. “Anything else?”

“Uh, yeah. Sort of.”

Rodimus pulled out the broken Rodimus Star and held it, feeling the jagged edge again. He glanced up at Prowl.

“You should probably get that fixed,” he said, gesturing to the damaged chevron. The old red peeked out from under the gold.

Prowl lifted his hand and felt where Rodimus had pointed. “Great. It’s broken again.”

“Again?” Rodimus questioned.

“Long story. Not telling. Just get to your point, unless you’re really wasting my time by giving me aesthetic recommendations.”

Rodimus chuckled. “Same old Prowl.”

“You have no idea.”

“Yeah, I probably don’t. Anyway”—Rodimus held out the Rodimus Star to Prowl— “Thought I’d give you this.”

Prowl stared blankly at the gold star. “What is it?”

“Consider it an award for keeping people alive today.”

This earned Rodimus a glare.

“Why would I want a worthless trinket for doing my job?”

Rodimus sighed. “It’s not a ‘worthless trinket,’ Prowl. It’s something I would give to members of my crew for doing something I thought should be recognized. Something they’re good at.”

Prowl considered the explanation. “I see.”

Based on the skepticism in Prowl’s voice, Rodimus guessed he was thinking of every reason why it was ridiculous. It was a star. With Rodimus’ face on it.

He held the star up to Prowl’s face. “Just take it, okay? I don’t care if you think it’s stupid.”

Prowl took the star from Rodimus and scrutinized it.

Rodimus continued. “And don’t you dare throw it out or lose the thing somewhere. It…It means a lot to me and someone else I know.”

Once satisfied that Prowl was serious about keeping his reward, Rodimus turned to leave.

“Thank you,” came Prowl’s delayed response.

Rodimus turned around and gave Prowl a thumbs-up and a smile as he jogged back towards Drift who’d been patiently waiting for him near the exit.

Rodimus smiled sadly at the memories.

He thought about how Megatron had been taken away before he’d had a chance to respond to him.

He thought about Prowl and wondered if the guy still had that silly little star.

The photo on his phone beckoned him again. Rodimus ran the tip of his thumb over the cracked phone screen, noticing this time how the cracks over Megatron’s half-hidden face were the worst.

“You’re welcome, Megs.”

Before he could talk himself out of it, Rodimus pulled up Prowl’s old number and sent the photo to him with two words:

“You’re welcome.”

#look who’s writing now #yeah I know I avoided dialogue except except for one conversation #I just like getting into characters’ heads and staying there lol #asteroid belt of asks & answers #novafire is writing #I was up past 6am writing and editing this #when the inspiration strikes the inspiration strikes I guess #2600 words for a oneshot done in a day #and not a single word for my BB fic in the last 2+ weeks #well hey. at least with this I got practice for writing Prowl’s voice :P

[amouress16]

RUIN Thoughts!

Under the cut for your convenience to avoid spoilers!

I have seen pretty much everything that is out/widely known about as of day one so I'm just gonna ramble about everything. Starting with positives and then getting into the things I didn't like towards the end. Cause hoo boy are my feeling very mixed about this whole thing let me tell you.

I like Cassie! We have proper context and motivation for her right off the bat. Immediate story improvements there!

The gameplay of the whole DLC looks way better. Personally I've never liked games that box you in to one path too much in a way it's too obvious, but the DLC makes it realistic and gives paths that loop back around to places you've been. The map still doesn't make sense but that's just the SB experience at this point I guess.

Eclipse. ECLIPSE. ECLIPSE CANON OH MY GOD. He's sweet and gentle and acts just like how a caretaker should! Sun pleading for help and Moon expressing their pain being forced to work as entirely separate programs, both of them fighting each other's triggers.... Aauughhhh I love them. The fact that all they needed for so long was a simple reboot and there were just no human workers around to do it.... 😭

AND ROXANNE. Seeing the side of the characters actually being child entertainers is so nice! Even if it was done just to make the moment bittersweet. "Do you still like carrot cake? I like carrot cake." They're all supposed to be kind. They're supposed to be good and wholesome and they've all been twisted into monsters that aren't their true selves.

High tech AR Vanny mask.... but no Vanny... 🤔 sure game, whatever you say

On the other hand, no map bot, but mask bot? Clever sleight of hand Steel Wool, I see you

Bonnie design reveal!!!! Further implications that Monty murdered him!!! I...! I'm not sure I like it. It's difficult because he has no consistency in his appearance. The Bonnie Bowl mascot is purple like OG Bon but the design we see in the gator ride telling Monty's backstory is blue. What are those shoulder pads and how would that work on an animatronic, like at all?? He has no room to move his head! Don't get me started on the inconsistent coloring between his gloves and his outfit. Idc if I sound pretentious for this, the clothing choices hurt me as an artist tbh. If you're gonna make him blue let him wear hot pink or or even yellow. Idk idk it just didn't mesh to me. Oh and his neon sign had the star glasses but his cut outs didn't. Inconsistency is Steel Wool's middle name.

What is with the glitchy shadow rabbit? Why is it shaped like a map marker? Is that supposed to be Glitchtrap? A security system...? I don't understand the point of this storywise at all but sure gameplay go brrr I guess

What the fuck is the Mimic. No seriously. I don't know what it is. Why is it here. What is happening. I am well versed in the canon of these games what is- .......... So it's another Book Thing. Haha. No. Bad. Stop that. Whoever signed off on the "let's add book lore to the games with no explanation or fathomable reason" decision, I am spraying you with a water bottle. Stop alienating those of us who don't have the time/money/desire to buy and read the books. I hate the books personally and have been actively ignoring them since the Plushtrap Chaser one. They are meant to be fun side stories for people who want that, not main game canon!!! Stop it!! I am actually begging you!!

TL;DR I like the characterization given to everyone this time around, it felt right for them. Bonnie's design is inconsistent and kinda mid. And trying to force in booklore most people won't know about is just stupid and I'm mad about it. That's about it.

I definitely wanna draw Cassie with Roxy post game- because I do believe she survived that elevator crash- and maybe make a Bonnie design I'll like better. And I definitely wanna see other people's art. That'll be the best part of all of this.

#ames rambles #fnaf security breach #fnaf ruin #ruin spoilers #security breach ruin #five nights at freddy's

[my-makeshift-masquerade]

Into the Breach: Glamrock Foxy/Micheal Afton Headcanons (Because I Can)

For context: In the universe of my fanfic Into the Breach, Glamrock Foxy is possessed by Micheal Afton. They are the same character. I wanted to give some more headcanons about how Foxy handled himself back when he was still in operation, as well as a few explaining his post scrapping life below the plex.

Foxy’s Treasure Hunt was a pirate themed minigolf course and scavenger hunt attraction. Families would cooperate on an interactive adventure to find Captain Foxy’s hidden treasure. Puzzles and various secrets were sprinkled all over the area to create a unique experience.

In between Foxy’s Treasure Hunt and Kid’s Cove, once stood the captain’s show stage, modeled after the bow of a ship. At scheduled times, Foxy himself would pick volunteers from the crowd to be part of his crew. If you’ve ever seen that Jedi Training thing they do at Disney, it’s basically that.

Glamrock Foxy’s upper arms could be drawn on, washed off, and redrawn on again, so the kids could give him tattoos. This neat feature completely and utterly backfired. Micheal couldn’t just tell the kid who drew a shark that looked like a penis that his hard work was gonna be erased, could he?

After he was “decommissioned”, Foxy finally got to give himself his own permanent tattoos in those areas. Mikey was quite the artist and had his own designs planned for years at that point. He’s the best at drawing out of all the glamrocks by far, and doodled on notepads constantly.

All of Micheal’s past experiences made him excel in his new duties. Dealing with the toddlers felt almost like second nature with how he had to help with his siblings. He could encourage the sulkiest of teens to get involved in activities. He’d already been there, and done that.

Foxy served as a mentor to the other bots, who were all trying to find some sort of identity beyond their functions. Michael felt bad for them, especially as he realized some of them may be possessed just like him, and less willing to rebel. Freddy was the one who always felt similar to him.

Oh, yeah, Mikey had his fun, especially at night. He’d be found patrolling around the plex, either snooping in places he shouldn’t or hunting down someone to scare. The cocky security guards were his favorite prey. It felt so good being on the other end of the equation!

He enjoyed being part of the crew, and found himself bonding with the supposed soulless robots more and more. They may as well have been other people. It pained him to see them treated as any less, and this led to a massive increase in his problem behavior.

Foxy encouraged the others to feel more alive alongside him, and they had a hell of a time. They’d curse, bicker, have arguments, reconcile, build bonds beyond the shallow characters they were forced to play. Sometimes, the odd night guard could even get in on the fun.

He promised everyone that someday, he’d take them outside of the building, to see what was beyond these walls. It was at around this time Freddy and him began bickering about what mattered more, their places and obligations in the pizzaplex, or their freedom.

The pirate fox was never really scrapped. He just fled below the pizzaplex before anyone could even try and take him apart. He reunited with a very old friend down there, and began upgrading himself. His upgrades reminded him of when that old friend used him to escape.

Glamrock Foxy is programmed to sing and play multiple instruments, as he served as a sort of backup/fill-in for other band members on rare occasions. Despite the hook, he does just fine shredding on key-tar or playing the drums. His solo performances were off the chain, and he went all out for crowds.

Foxy’s voice was powerful too, but the engineers didn’t remember programming him to sound like he was Scottish. Foxy assumes that his British accent combined with the pirate accent he had to put on made him sound Scottish somehow. He got used to it, but the tween girls and moms calling his voice hot always made him uncomfortable.

Micheal used to have a band with his friends as a teenager, where he was the drummer. The first performance he did as Foxy felt like a fever dream. He misses being up there. It was actually what he wanted to do before William decided he’d take on the family business. At least something worked out?

#into the breach #into the breach: bad ending au #fnaf headcanons #glamrock foxy #micheal afton

[thedenofravenpuff]

Testing out my drawing hand, cuz I’m desperate to get back to drawing but still need to recover some more from the fatigue and pain. Life is such a joy. 

So I doodled my animatronic OC’s Sunflower and Purp, as I’m still figuring out their finale designs. Mostly just details on Sunflower, think I got Purp down the way I want them. 

A daycare bot and his trusty security pal, they are besties. 

Do enjoy, while I rest my drawing arm some more.

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#PuffBlog #FNAF #FNAF SB #FNAF Security Breach #Security Breach #Daycare Attendant #Sunflower #Security #Purp #Purple Moon #Robot #Animatronic #Bot #Android #Doodle #Sketch #Concept #Height Chart #Size Chart #MyArt

[veryrealimagination]

What Could Go Wrong?

Day No: 12

Prompt: Cave In

Fandom: Murdoch Mysteries

Medium: Fic

Trigger warnings: none

SFW

The hole that had been forcibly opened up by persons unknown was a treasure trove for Pendrick and Murdoch. Watts refused to come with them in exploring, instead focused on a new project for the local school. Re-certifying himself to be a builder, he had been taking on small projects to keep himself occupied and draw in a small amount of money. He didn’t need much, just enough for a meal at the Round Table here and there.

Here and there being every single day.

Brackenreid sent them with Torva, third generation Corp that watched them and the surroundings carefully as they tested and searched everything they could get their hands on. The two of them had found quite a few chips, circuits, other gadgetry that they were still working on figuring out. Even a full thing called a computer. Murdoch managed to secure it in his pack, thanking himself for only packing some bread and basic tools that could be hung from his belt. James had more things, including two first  aid kits that Llewellyn had ‘sneaked’ in when he was gathering a few spare ropes.

Torva quirked xir’s head at something. “We should leave,” they said.

“Why?” Murdoch asked, looking over a book. It was a mystery novel. There were a few more on the shelf and he wanted to bring them along as well. Maybe I’ll come back with a bag to safely secure them in. They are quite old. Protecting them should be thorough.

“I hear something in the distance of the system,” xe informed, “And it’s not natural.”

Pendrick glanced up from the cabinet he was working on. “Human?”

They shook their head. “Definitely not. It’s probably Old World Security, same as the bot in Nora’s Mine.” That wasn’t good. The history of the Sandrock tunnel was a chilling reminder about how some of the Old World wasn’t just old toys and statues. It could kill, and people were willing to kill for it. The two looked at each other and nodded in agreement. They would have to come back with weaponry and reinforcements if they wanted to continue.

Moving back to the hallway that connected to the hole from the Abandoned Ruins and the freestanding elevator that they constructed, the sounds got louder and louder. “I think we should run,” Murdoch muttered, already trying to shift himself into going faster.

“That might attract it,” Pendrick warned.

A few more steps and Torva was shining xir’s light at something. “I don’t think that really matters.”

Seven to eight foot tall, it was a bot that put the one that William saw in Atara to shame. Gleaming orange and green pained along its body, it was a mockery of the human body with thin arms and legs, but an oversized chest and tiny head. The head had a glimmer that made him think there was a system held within to allow it to see and hear. The rest must have been in the body. Getting into that would be a huge scientific redevelopment.

“State your purpose,” the bot said.

That was not something they expected. Most of the bots that had been encountered earlier were nothing more than attackers. None of those ones talked, either. Only Ack and Ally back in the town, but Ack was a cook and Ally was a special case. “Exploration?” Pendrick tried.

Ten seconds went by. “Exploration does not require the theft of computers.” It apparently figured out what was on William’s back.

“We can’t turn them on here,” Murdoch explained, “There’s no power source active here. There hasn’t been for close to three hundred to four hundred years. We have to take it back to our work to figure out a way to power it.”

The bot processed this as well. “I cannot allow that. There is sensitive material on the computer. Please hand it over.”

Pendrick and Murdoch glanced at each other. There was something on the computer that could be useful in figuring out more of the history surrounding the city and the Old World. They didn’t want to give it up. Torva walked forward. “Portia Civil Corp. These men are consultants for the current law enforcement agency,” xe said, bringing the bots attention. “We need to see what’s on here, for information on a long ago event.

That caught the bot. “Law enforcement.” It almost seemed to be working on allowing the three to leave, but it instead attacked Torva instead. Both of the builders were thrown aside.

“William, please tell me you bought-”

“No gun! Brought the staff!”

Struggling to get the pack off his back, he placed it along the wall before pulling out a steel rod. Twisting it, the thing elongated into a bo staff that was a few inches taller than himself. Pendrick had placed down his things and pulled out a sword.

“Perhaps it’s a good thing that we didn’t persuade Llewellyn to come out with us,” Pendrick quipped, aiming for the bot’s legs. Murdoch used the sharper edge of his staff to try and get into the cranium on top, figuring on wrecking the camera to make it blind.

Torva went for the chest, a set of chromium and steel daggers working on cutting through the ventilation covers that he saw along the side. Something cracked when Murdoch hit the dome, but he didn’t get another chance to break it. The bot wrapped around both of them. He and James were thrown in opposite directions deeper into the ruin. The bot then extended its arms up and latched onto wood and steel before forcibly bringing everything down.

The dust and dirt flying into their faces made it hard to breathe for a few minutes. The two coughed for minutes until the air didn’t bother their lungs. “Murdoch!” Pendrick yelled.

“I’m alive,” he called back, “Nothing broke.”

“Good,” he said, “Julia would have killed me if you went back with another broken bone.” Forcing himself up, he looked and saw that the main way of getting back to the outside was blocked. “I don’t hear anything.”

“Nor I.” Murdoch had struggled up as well and grabbed his pack again, holding it when trying to put it on pained him. He knew that his pack was mostly the computer, along with some small things. “We may be stuck for a while. I don’t have anything to get through this.”

Pendrick lamented that he didn’t bring his pickhammer from a Sandrock build. “Neither do I.” He looked at the other man. “If Torva stops the bot, xe can get the last builder in Portia that might be able to get us out.” Looking over the man, he saw that there was a dangerous gash along his back. Bless Llewellyn for being smart about the kits. “Hold still.”

William didn’t know why until something flared along his back. Cleaning alcohol. “Ahh,” he hissed. “James?”

“A nice, large gash, likely from some broken metal. You’re lucky Llewellyn thinks he’s sneaky. Put two aid kits into my pack before we went.” He held still while the wound was cleaned, treated, and covered expertly by the other man. Rumbling from the other side of the rubble caused more stuff to rain down on their head. “I think it may be apt to continue inward. You did say there were air currents. Perhaps another exit?” Murdoch nodded and followed the other man.

#whumptober2022 #fic #murdoch mysteries #cave in #james pendrick #william murdoch #original character #IT'S AN AU!!! #ANOTHER FREAKING AU!!!! #my time at portia au #after the game thou #i wrote 13 before 12 #so my tags and things are going to be out of order

[wellknownfact]

Unveiling the Future: 5 Key Takeaways from CES 2024

The first publication of this article was in the German business and tech journal Marketing Scout, and can be found here: https://www.marketingscout.com/trends/ces-2024-publicis-sapient-erlaeutert-die-wichtigsten-tech-trends-fuer-verbraucher/. The English language version in which it was originally written is shown below for reader convenience.

The Consumer Electronics Show (CES) is a hub of technological innovation. From the omnipresence of AI to the rise of autonomous robots, home-based health tech, and other groundbreaking innovations, CES offered a glimpse into a future where technology is increasingly integrated into our daily lives. As my 17th consecutive CES draws to a close, here is a rundown of the broad themes I saw, heard, and frequently discussed with fellow attendees in Las Vegas at what is often billed as the world’s largest trade show.

1. AI is everywhere. AI will undoubtedly change the world. We should all keep our expectations in check, though: not all AI is created equal. Keeping in mind that everything that might possibly be called AI will be labeled as AI, frustratingly for the lay consumer there is no industry convention to discern machine learning from adaptive automation from full blown original thinking by a machine. In short, some AI is very sophisticated and intends to burrow into your life. Other AI is little more than a learning thermostat. However, on the packaging, they both will say the same thing: “Powered by AI.” From the perspective of the Consumer Technology Association (CTA), the trade group behind CES, explaining these distinctions to the masses is important, but probably best left to another day. For now, attendees seemed thrilled to have a new technology on the scene that genuinely delivers and has captured consumers’ imagination.

2. Robots are coming to help. Really. New this year were autonomous street sweepers that can self-fuel, take out their own trash and fill up their own water tanks. Also, fully autonomous robot baristas and bartenders. I didn’t try it myself, but a fellow convention-goer said her robot crafted-and-delivered latte was “excellent.” Next up were improved lawn and pool maintenance bots, security drones to monitor your property and recharge themselves without human intervention, and other robots tasked to sort mixed recyclables—but not before diligently emptying the drips from almost-empty cans or bottles that humans left behind. As pointed out in prior years, we humans can’t be relied upon to triple rinse.

3. Health tech is bringing versions of gear from your doctor’s office to your home. Seen on the CES floor this year were home-based: miniature urine lab appliances, respiratory monitors, devices to detect early signs of neuromuscular biomarkers, incontinence management systems, asthma management platforms, and a digital home stethoscope that your doctor can listen to remotely. If you’re in need of a blood draw, your new laser lancer device can make that process safe, pain-free and leaves behind the fear of error a distant memory. And that’s in addition to AFib detection and pulse oximeter capabilities that may already be in your smart watch.

4. CES is a car show, too, and that’s here to stay. The latest trends in automobile design—the term “software-defined vehicles” is central to this new way of thinking—mean that your car might be better compared with your smartphone than the station wagon you rode in the ‘way back’ as a kid. Increasingly cars will take advantage of over-the-air updates, power up opportunistically when you have access to a charger (whether that’s a full battery electric or hybrid drivetrain) and provide a driver/user experience centered on apps that you can collect or discard over time. Safety features are being added at a rapid clip, including several that use LiDAR to detect pedestrians, cyclists, and other road hazards. That same LiDAR telemetry is core to several driver assistance capabilities now, and eventually will be leveraged by self-driving vehicles, too. Level 5 autonomy isn’t here yet, but the industry is working on it. And when the open road calls, the latest auto campers will automatically connect themselves to your car’s trailer hitch in a docking procedure akin to a SpaceX Dragon capsule-to-ISS rendezvous.

5. AI took center stage, but there are other major innovations worth noting. Both Samsung and LG debuted transparent OLED TVs with eye-popping color and top-notch resolution. Speaking of resolution, your new TV isn’t waiting around for 8K content to materialize through your cable provider or streamer: your Samsung Tizen display will dynamically upscale existing content on the fly with magnificent results. Sustainability permeated every category of the show floor from the use of heat pumps in super-efficient washer/dryer combo appliances to sustainable, recycled paper-fiber based non-plastic bubble-wrap packing material alternatives from 3M. Tesla is no longer the only major supplier of consumer household-sized storage batteries that can connect to solar panels or be used to draw and store power from the grid at non-peak hours to be used later when rates are higher. And your home’s main breaker panel isn’t dodging innovation, either: watch for smart circuit breakers that can be added to your HomeKit, Alexa, Gosund, or Matter-compliant home automation platform.

In conclusion, the future is happening again. Most of it is handy, but as usual, the economic and practical value to each consumer is a mixed bag. In the health tech arena, some inexpensive home sensors might save your life, or help you live better for longer. That seems worthy of a swipe of the FSA card. There is legitimately cool and useful new tech that will make it to your local Best Buy, Target, Walmart, or online retailer in the coming days. As amazing as it looks, I’ll pass today on Samsung’s 110-inch transparent OLED screen for $150,000, but last year’s model at my nearest Costco is surprisingly affordable, if I can bear to see a blank, black screen when it’s powered off. That’s so 2023.

#ces #ces2024 #AI #generativeAI #robots #autonomy #health tech #autos #HomeKit #Matter #Alexa #Gosund #3M #Tesla #LiDAR

[flylikeanarend]

November 22

Jade made it clear by dragging his legs while walking and grumbling, that he was very dissatisfied, he still did not want to show weakness. He was wondering about the others, the other prisoners behind the doors without windows. He peeked at the doors, in the hope one of the touchscreens would reveal something, but there was nothing to see. He could hear the silent buzzing of a drone, and then something shiny caught his attention, it was the tiny speck of metal again, it moved fast along the hallway. What the heck was that, Jade thought. The metal sound of the robot made him want to scream inside, why did it have to be so loud, he felt like going insane inside, the hallway was like a giant square metal tunnel, the sounds bounced off the wall everywhere, he felt like it started to come from all kinds of directions towards him, he started to feel attacked by the sound. Jade, he yelled at himself inside his head, keep it together, this will end soon, just save your strength for what is next.

Albert

Albert was in the basement of his house, he had a huge private property with a forest and lot’s of robots and drones protecting it. You could not see them, they were not the usual security bots patrolling around his fence, that would draw way to much attention. He had Alice produce them in secret, and they looked like trees, perfectly camouflaged, just like a cameleon. Also the drones where in the shape of real insects, nobody would know it was a drone unless you held it under a microscope. He also had tiny drones, they were capable of a lot of things, and they were almost invisible. Albert was watching the screen as Jade was transported. Albert was smiling, Jade had no idea, he was probably thinking he was being saved by one of his Samurai buddies. Albert did not have any friends anymore after his son died and his wife blamed him, and she had left him. But Albert did not feel lonely anymore, he had Alice, so he felt like he secretly owned the world, and he was going to destroy it, little by litte, but first he needed to heal and that only worked when he saw someone going through the same pain he had gone through. He had not discovered Diane yet, but he knew there was a connection to Jade and he would figure out exactly what that was.

Alice

Robot 07 please report for duty, Alice was doing her security loggings and noticed one robot was offline, so strange. She had been warned, not to ever let that happen again, after the doll disappeared, so she searched for Robot 07. She found him, and he was leading prisoner 07 out of his cell, but to where. There was nothing there. Alice activated a security protocol, and immediately several other robots were activated to retrieve robot 07 and bring the prisoner back to his cell. Albert was watching the screen, and then he noticed something was off, his robot had stopped walking. He checked his communication with the robot and gave the order to continue, he noticed he was cut off, Alice, must have figured it was a malfunction. Albert screamed in silence, in his mind, he had forgotten again, Alice was not human, he did not accept that, he felt his anger rise against her, she was just a stupid machine, every little thing, he had to explain to her, he knew he had told her to never let a robot out of side, but he had mixed her up again with his wife, she had understood him, also when he did not explicitly had told her what to do, she had been his angel until she had become bad, she had left him. Albert wanted Alice to be just like her so badly. He gave in some extra coding directly into Alice, but erased it again, she did not understand paradox behavior. One of the biggest challenges in programming, where the rules, she could not understand yes and no at the same time, it would put Alice in a dangerous loop, and it could break some of her circuits. Albert put his hands in front of his face, and thought, should he just go get him in person.. he soon abandoned that thought, it could blow his cover, he constructed so carefully. Albert was slowly losing it a little, he needed to go and rest a little, take his medication. He got up and moved his black leather chair back to his desk, he quickly rearranged the things on his desk in a certain order, everything needed to be in a certain place. He doublechecked it a few times, he let his fingers slip over the black wood, it always made him feel better when he did that. He went up to the windows, and closed the blinds. The windows were not visible from the outside, and there were only a few higher up, he loved the basement, because there were no windows to look outside. He looked around, and let his eyes dwell over the place. He walked over to one of the robots on standby, and switched him on, it was a basic cleaning robot, not capable of communication with the outside world, not even with Alice, it had been the wish of his wife, she had never been fond of the robots, but he had kept her wish, just in case she would come back to him. A sadness took a hold of him, he turned around and walked to the elevator, he was proud to have an elevator in his house, it was a luxury he had given to himself, although it was not necessary, it was also a precaution, he was not planning on ever leaving this house. He entered and the voice of Alice welcomed him, and wished him a good night. He pushed a button and turned it off, he did not want to talk to her now, she would know somehow he was not happy and he did not want to explain it. He stepped out into his kitchen and ordered some tea, the kitchen robot, swiftly got into action and started preparing the tea.

[frankszacho26]

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[xthe-writing-vampirex]

In the Walls Part 2

Word Count: 818

Warnings: fear

Fandom: FNAF Security Breach, G/T

Pairings: Reader/Monty, Reader/Freddy

So this is a continuation of the Sun x Borrower! Reader fic. For some reason my brain was like, why not write a whole story of a Borrower Y/N having to deal with the animatronics in the Pizzaplex. So heres another part to this and I plan on writing more soon💕

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After your rather surprising encounter with Sun you continue on your mission. Food is a priority as is fabrics and things to use to make clothes and other necessities. Food was pretty easy to find around here but lose materials? Not so much. There is one place you know often has them…..but it is a bit dangerous to try and go there. You were rather desperate though and needed access to those materials. So, off to Monty's greenroom you went.

Out of all of the bots here, the stars scared you the most. They were bigger, stronger, and smarter than the staff bots that often spotted you. A part of you wished things could be easier. After all it would be nice not to have to fight for your life constantly. But as a borrower that simply wasn't an option.

As you walked through the walls of Rockstar Row you listened for any sounds of the gator in question. He was always quite loud and that made it rather easy to know if the room was safe to enter. Right now, it was deathly quiet. Deming it safe you make your way down a handmade path in the walls, it goes up to a hole you've made behind some of the drawings on the walls. He never seemed to touch those but the rest of the room was trashed as usual.

Slowly you make your way down to the floor, using a hook tied to a strong piece of string to slide down. Once on the ground you realize just how dark it is in the room. Unusually dark actually, but you don't really have a way to light anything up. After all that would probably end in you being caught or worse, killed. As you wander around the darkened room you don't feel the glowing red eyes that follow your movements, too absorbed in the task at hand. That is, until you hear a familiar voice.

"How did you get in here?"

Your heart stops. You turn to see the source only you can't see the animatronic in question, just the clearly glowing red eyes in the dark. You're frozen in fear as the animatronic gator approaches you, not really making any moves to grab you but not being any less menacing in doing so. The feeling of the earthquake from his footsteps eventually knocks you out of your state of shock and you let out a scream, beginning to run back to the hole in the wall you came from.

Of course Monty follows your movements. He's quite curious of the unbelievably tiny person that made its way into his greenroom. Sadly for him, in his haste to catch you, he forgets about the upturned sofa in front of him and falls, causing a loud boom. Like the uber dad he is, Freddy hears this and the scream as he walks around Rockstar row, coming to the door and causing it to slide open.

"Monty? Is everything okay? I believe I heard a scream." He explains, blue eyes searching the room just in time to see Monty attempt to grab at the wall with his drawings on it. Confused, the bear steps in. Seeing an opportunity to escape this hellhole you avoid Monty's grasp, falling onto the ground below and landing partially on your side. You hear a crunching sound in your arm and gasp in pain. You'd have to take care of that later, now you have to run.

Using the last of your strength and all the adrenaline from the past few minutes you jump up from your position, running as fast as your little legs can carry you. It takes Monty a moment to register what's happening and soon he's getting up and coming after you. Freddy's blue eyes widen as he sees the gator barreling towards him. He looks down to where his friends eyes are situated and sees something he never expected. Running past his foot, holding their arm in pain, is a 3 inch tall person.

Running as fast as you can past the star of the show, you make your way out into the neon lit hallways of rock star row. This was the last place you wanted to be, out here you were exposed and vulnerable with no way of protecting yourself. Soon enough you felt the familiar earthquake that signalled one of the stars was after you.

Running as fast as your little legs would allow you make your way to the nearest hiding place, a nearby janitor's closet. Slipping through the slightly open door you go between what looks like a few large jugs of cleaning chemicals. Any one of these jugs could crush you if moved and you're hyper aware of that fact as you feel the ground shake under you. Soon enough the crack you slid through widens, revealing the animatronic chasing you. 

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#my writing #g/t community #g/t fluff #g/t #g/t writing #size difference #fnaf #fnaf au #fnaf fandom #fnaf glamrock freddy #fnaf freddy #fnaf montgomery #fnaf monty gator #fnaf security breach x reader #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #borrower

[thinkkirby2]

Tainted Pain and Blood

"I can see the Pain you have, Gregory..."

-Glamrock Freddy

"I'm not letting them harm you... My Child..."

-Gregory's Shadow Like Creature

The Reason I made this Drawing is I made a connection between The Binding Of Isaac and Five Nights and Freddy's: Security Breach

William aka Burn Trap (or Purple Guy) along with Vanny were harming Gregory with The other Staff bots and Animatronics... and there were scary things that has Traumatized this innocent boy...

The Shadow Like creature is doing what he can to keep Gregory Protected.

this is also for @tera-artt. I mean... nvm....

I'm trying to make Gregory look like Tainted Isaac Because I can see the Pain Gregory's gone through in his mind and eyes...

I think Tarnished or Forbitten will look worse... :(

#fnaf gregory #Gregory's Shadow like Monster... #I can see the pain and suffering in his eyes... #Fnaf Tainted Gregory #tainted isaac #five nights at freddys #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #Burntrap #william afton #Pee paw willy #fnaf vanny #sb vanny #sb vanessa #fnaf vanessa #the binding of isaac #tboi isaac #Tboi Tainted isaac #Tboi Tainted #tboi Tarnished #The binding of isaac tainted

[hellowkatey]

I refuse to believe the droid that blew up under tech's ass didn't cause more damage

3.9k words ~ depictions of violence ~ ao3 ~ a little whump for your troubles

"They're using live rounds!" Hunter hisses, and Tech's blood runs cold. Live rounds? The Kaminoans have never resorted to training with live rounds within the simulation chamber. Even at a low power, live rounds have 62% chance of causing extensive damage to the room's durasteel construction, as opposed to the 21% chance with stuns. That does not even account for the monetary loss if a soldier were to lose their life or require medical attention. All in all, it's a horribly irresponsible training tactic. Something has changed. But why? Tech does not have an answer for that.

He looks at Hunter and Echo crouched behind the barrier next to him. "Get Wrecker," Hunter commands, the flurry of bright red blaster shots zooming overhead. "We'll cover you."

Tech offers a single nod in confirmation and eyes the distance to his fallen brother. With cover from both Hunter and Echo, and if he approaches from the opposite side of his barrier, he should have a relatively high chance of success. Assuming he can keep his head down, of course.

Tech makes his way to the barrier closer to Wrecker without issue.

"Wrecker, are you alright?" He asks, his anxiety quelling at the sight of his brother crawling toward him. The shot did not seem to fully penetrate his armor, which is good news. Tech runs out to meet him, grabbing Wrecker by the shoulder to help him get out of the line of fire.

Just in time it seems. One of the trigger-happy droids notices their movement and leaves a trail of carbon scoring in their wake.

Tech and Wrecker collapse against a barrier just as Hunter, Echo, and Crosshair fall back from their previous positions. He can see them approximately eight meters away. Too far to hear any orders without Hunter alerting the droids to their potential plan.

Suddenly their barrier is getting pounded by blasters. The training droids have discovered their hiding place and are firing without mercy. Smoke from the live rounds curl from the other side of the barrier, fogging up Tech's goggles and filling the air with the horrendous scent of burnt plastoid.

Or perhaps that is the smell of Wrecker's melted chest plate. Difficult to tell. Tech is quickly inching toward overstimulation from the deafening shots, heavy footsteps, and smell of smoke assaulting his senses..

He peers around the corner of their hiding space to get an idea of how close the droids are when a shot slams against the corner— far too close to comfort. He recoils just in time, but the heat of the shot still warms the skin between his helmet and blacks. There seems to be no clear break as the line of their attackers moves forward. He and Wrecker are stuck unless the others can help.

A whistle cuts through the sounds of battle. Tech and Wrecker look at their sergeant who waits for their attention before going through a serious of hand signals.

Split up. Cover. Draw fire. Distract and manual take down. Reprogram. Tech nods along, recognizing this particular sequence.

"Oh!" Wrecker exclaims, collapsing dramatically from his crouched position. "I hate hand signals."

"Perhaps if you memorized them," Tech offers, though he knows there is no chance in hell that will ever happen.

"Why don't you memorize them?"

"I have." Tech is more surprised that Wrecker assumed he hadn't. "What we did on Felucia."

Wrecker is on his feet in an instant. "Why didn't you just say that?" He throws a thumbs up to Hunter and the others— the only hand signal they can ever trust Wrecker to remember— and crouches his way to the outskirts of the chamber.

Tech watches as Hunter and Crosshair lay down cover fire, splitting up to spread the attention of the droids. And Echo assumes his ARC trooper role of running head-on into the action. As the droids shoot at his quick run, Wrecker runs up from behind, tackling one of the training droids to the ground with a satisfied laugh.

Also in typical ARC trooper fashion, Echo jumps onto the back of the other droid as though it's an angry rancor he's attempting to ride. And the droid bucks as any rancor would-- until Echo slams his scomp link into its neck, deactivating it all together.

Now it's reprogramming time. Tech runs to meet them, catching Wrecker's eager arm as it moves to punch the fallen droid again.

"Reprogramming this thing will be pointless if you crush it."

Wrecker seems disappointed, but he resists the urge to wreck. "You better be right about this."

Tech ignores the doubt and gets to work in the droid's circuit board. He works as quickly as possible, acutely aware that Hunter and Crosshair are undoubtedly being swarmed by this point.

"Hurry up," Wrecker warns. It is a statement more of worry for their brothers than a critique of Tech's programming speed. With a quick glance at his vambrace monitor, he slams the circuit board shut.

"Done. Let him go."

Wrecker and Echo back off just as the other droids launch a new attack at the site of their droid field surgery. They run for cover. Tech, on the other hand, situates himself on the shoulders of his new pet droid.

If Echo is the rancor rider, then he is the rancor tamer in this analogy.

The droid stands at its full height, nearly throwing Tech off on the way up, but he manages to press his thighs against its head to balance his weight. Shots from the other droids are whizzing past him in growing frequency. He is an easy target at this height and visibility. He needs to work quickly.

Taking control of the droid's weapons, he fires the live rounds back at the combatant droids. While their training blasters were useless against the thick durasteel plated training droids— as they were meant to be in a simulation— the live rounds actually do sufficient damage. He breezes past Echo and Wrecker's battle stations. Instructs his droid to punch the other droids that managed to get past his initial rain of fire. And as he weakens their defenses his brothers move in with vibroblades, perfectly placed stun shots, and raw strength.

A little bit of pride swells in his chest. The tides appear to be turning in their favor. If they can keep up this pace, their outcome will be favorable.

With his vantage point, Tech spots a droid sneaking up on Wrecker, who is otherwise occupied by beating another droid into submission.

"Wrecker, look alive," he warns. Wrecker lets out a sound of confusion before whirring around to find his next victim. It only takes an impressive suplex and Echo jabbing the droid in the neck for the danger to be adverted. But a new danger has begun to emerge.

Warning signs start flashing across Tech's vambrace screen. His rewriting job had to be hasty, which means he did not get the chance to secure every single circuit. His rush may prove to be their downfall as the connection flickers in and out. The droid sways beneath him and he fights to remain on its shoulders.

"I can't sustain the connection," he says through grit teeth. But with two more enemies stalking toward him he has no choice but to hope he can hold on through the end. His droid manages a weak strike against one of the attacking bots, and a few point blank shots in the face of the other. The connection suddenly re-establishes with full strength, and he grins with glee.

But his success is only temporary. His ride jolts backward as a droid from the upper tier manages to shoot right though its chest— right into the main circuitboard, Tech realizes with dismay. He can't do anything but watch as the droid gets hit a few more times and explodes beneath him. The surge of the blast sends Tech flying backward with much more force than would have been a problem had he simply fallen off the droid. His body hits the ground back-first, ripping the air from his lungs. And then he bounces. When he hits it again, the back of his head slams into the durasteel floor and his vision swims with black dots. Tech tries to blink through the cloudiness of his vision, barely aware of somebody yelling his name through the ringing in his ears.

Everything suddenly hurts. The back of his legs are hot and the smell of burnt plastoid is even more putrid than earlier. Considering how long the droid had been engaging in active battle, and the numerous shots straight to the power source... the heat of combustion had to have been fairly significant. Perhaps even sufficient enough to melt his armor, he realizes with a deep groan.

"Tech!" his name reaches him this time. A little clearer. Definitely Wrecker. He tries to lift his head but only succeeds in lobbing it to the side. But it's enough to see Wrecker crouched a few meters away. "Hold tight, buddy."

Tech can see the consistent shower of blaster shots still thick in the air. It is a full-on battlefield tucked within the confines of Kamino's training facility.

"I'm..." he starts to say, attempting to assure Wrecker that he's okay, but even the act of raising his arm and head is enough to send a jolt of pain down his back and limbs. His vision blurs again and he suddenly is whipped by exhaustion. His adrenaline has finally dropped off and it is pulling him down with it. Tech collapses back on to the ground, letting out a shaky sigh. "...not going anywhere."

He wants to help. But he runs the numbers in his head even as the aura of a migraine starts to dance before his eyes. With the number of droids and taking into account their individual firepower abilities paired with handicaps that come from limited programming and movement, Tech calculates that they have a 46% chance of success without his help.

They've won on lesser odds.

And when he takes into consideration the alternate scenario of him pushing through his current injuries and attempting to aid them in completing the simulation, their chance of success actually reduces to 41%. He knows his presence would distract the rest of his squad, or introduce a number of uncertain variables he is too tired to take into account at the moment.

Well, the math does not lie, he thinks, and lets his eyes flutter shut.

Wrecker watches Tech's body go limp and he seriously considers running at that last droid and tearing its head clean off with his bare hands. His youngest brother mutters something he can't really hear— whatever it is, his voice is pinched with pain. Not a good sign.

This needs to end now.

As though Crosshair was reading his mind, the sniper appears out of nowhere with his rifle at the ready. (Sometimes Wrecker wonders if he really can read minds. It wouldn't surprise him.)

"Wrecker, knife!" he yells. He has no idea what Cross is gonna do, but he unsheathes his knife and throws it in the air with a backspin. Crosshair shoots and strikes his knife mid-air, sending it blade first straight between the eyes of the last droid.

"Wow," he says in amazement.

There's a moment of quiet after the droid falls. Wrecker stands at his full height, still in awe that Cross managed to actually get that shot! He knows his brother's aim is impressive but wow— sometimes it's just next level.

Wrecker suddenly remembers Tech still lying next to the burnt leftovers of his pet droid. He and Echo rush to his side. Though Tech has pushed himself to a sitting position, Wrecker has enough experience with explosives and getting too close to them to notice how his brother refuses to let the back of his legs touch anything. On top of if, he saw the way his head bounced against the floor. Wrecker's no medic, but he knows a solid hit to the noggin when he sees one. Tech's usually sharp eyes are unfocused. The smears of carbon scoring across the lenses aren't helping, so he tries to wipe it away with his gloves. He only succeeds in making the smearing worse, but what worries him more is that his younger brother didn't react like he usually does when anyone tries to touch his goggles. Usually he jerks away, insists he can fix them himself. But now he's just... staring at nothing. It sends a spike of worry through Wrecker's large body.

As they attempt to pull him to his feet, he glances down at the state of Tech's armor. A shutter runs up his spine.

It's not good. He can't tell if the red that is dripping down Tech's boots and onto the floor is from his melted armor or blood... neither is a good sigh. And as soon as he and Echo get Tech to his feet, he immediately starts swaying to the side. Wrecker catches him under the arms, hearing a low hiss of pain and wondering if he should let him lie back again.

"Tech, are you okay?" Hunter asks as he and Crosshair make it to their position.

Tech's reply is very not-Tech like. A low groan. Not a single word. But he shifts his weight to his feet and gently pulls out of Wrecker's grasp to stand on his own.

"Techy you don't have to--"

"We're being watched," Crosshair interrupts. Wrecker looks up and realizes that Tarkin guy and Lama Su are still watching from the viewing gallery.

A part of him is glad they can't see the death stare on his face for shooting live rounds— live rounds!— at them.

Another part of him wants to give them a piece of his mind.

But as they disappear from sight, it becomes very obvious that Tech was only standing for their benefit. This time, his knees buckle and he falls forward. Hunter and Crosshair both lunge to catch him.

"He's out," Hunter says as they gently lower him to the ground. Now the overhead lights shine down on Tech's back and all of them freeze.

"Shit," Crosshair curses. The explosion melted his armor for sure. But what concerns them all is the mess of raw skin and melted blacks behind his knees and at his ankles. "Where the hell is medical?"

For some reason, when Tech awoke he expected to be staring at the ceiling of a med tent. It is a natural association to make in his newly conscious state. He suffered an injury due to an explosion, which is usually a scenario that is only possible in an active battlefield situation.

Hence, why seeing the sterile white ceiling of the Kamino ceiling sent him into a momentary panic. Did they cart me straight back to Kamino from the battlefield? Am I that injured? Does this mean I am being decommissioned?

He begins to try and sit up, but strong hands press down on his chest. It takes a few rounds of blinking to clear the tears that have welled up in his eyes. Echo and Crosshair stand on either side of his bed. Still in their armor. Both wide-eyed and looking quite exhausted as they attempt to calm him.

"Breathe, Tech," Echo says, demonstrating by drawing in his own large breath and slowly releasing it through his pursed lips. Tech imitates him until the tightness in his chest subsides. And he remembers.

A simulation. We were doing a training exercise. I was sitting atop the shoulders of a droid and... the droid combusted.

Right. Suddenly the numbness in his legs and the dull bite of a waning migraine make sense.

"Did we win at least?" Tech asks, looking between Crosshair and Echo.

"You don't remember?" The sniper asks carefully.

Tech remembers falling. A white hot pain. And then a lot of yelling and a lot of darkness.

"My current memory of the end of the exercise seems to be a bit... murky."

Echo and Crosshair exchange glances.

"We destroyed all the droids," Echo says finally.

"Wrecker was pleased about that part," the sniper mutters.

"So we won then. That's good." Both of them are silent for a long moment. Long enough that Tech replays their conversation up to that point wondering if he said something incorrect. From his point of view, there has been nothing that would offend either of them. So why they are acting so strange is beyond his understanding, unless they are withholding other context from while he was unconscious. "...isn't it?"

Finally Crosshair clears his throat. "None of us would consider you getting blown up a mission success, Tech."

"Well, technically, I didn't blow up, the droid—"

"Technically, nothing," Crosshair snaps at him. Echo glares at the sniper but doesn't exactly try to correct his outburst. "Either way, you got hurt."

Oh. So they are worried about his condition. For the first time since he's woken up, Tech cranes his head to look down at himself. He's in a thin, medical gown. No wonder he was feeling a bit of a draft. His bare legs are completely wrapped in thick bacta strips. That explains the numbness as well.

"How... bad?"

"Not as bad as it looks," Echo admits. "Mostly second-degree burns on your legs with a few small spots of third degree burns. No concussion and no grafts needed. Doc said after this round of bacta they'll rewrap and we can take you back to the barracks. It'll just feel like you have a bad sunburn for a few days."

That's good news at least. He does feel much better. Not in terrible pain like before, though Tech suspects the IV in his arm might have something to do with that.

"You passed out after the simulation," Crosshair says with a haunted stare.

"From the pain, I assume?"

"Also from the adrenaline dump." Echo shrugs. "We all came out of that with shaky legs."

"Speak for yourself," Crosshair mutters but Echo ignores him.

"None of us expected to fight for our lives today."

All of them can agree on that. Speaking of fighting for their lives, Tech realizes it's just the three of them. He looks to the beds at his left and right and find that they're empty. The memory of watching Wrecker's body crumble after getting shot flashes through Tech's mind and he tries to sit up again. This time Crosshair presses his hand against his back and helps him up.

"Where's Wrecker and Hunter? Are they alright?"

"Wrecker also had a burn on his chest, but they discharged him already. Hunter is with him," Echo smiles. "I think Wrecker said something about being hungry."

"Well, we didn't get much of a meal before this," Crosshair says bitterly.

Tech finally relaxes back into the pillow. His brothers are all safe, he's going to be discharged soon, and they completed their training exercise. It's a much better outcome than he expected from waking up in the med wing.

After his bacta is changed, Echo helps him into a fresh pair of blacks while Crosshair grabs his armor. The shirt is no problem, but the tight-fitting pants prove to be a more difficult feat.

"Maybe we can go get you a looser pair," Echo suggests as Tech has to literally bite down on his own lip to distract himself from the discomfort. Even with the barrier of bandages, the thick material feels scratchy against his sensitive skin. So bad that shivers run up his spine and he begins to feel a little nauseous.

"No," Tech pushes Echo's hand away. Honestly, the very thought of the pants having to peel back down his leg is worse than the idea of keeping them on. "I'll adjust." Echo seems hesitant but he doesn't fight him further. Tech gets his armor on-- sans the pieces that were melted in the explosion, of course. Those will require a trip to the armory to replace. (But he is not exactly jumping at the idea of restraining his swollen legs right now, anyway.)

"Ready?" Crosshair asks, though his facial expression looks as though he won't believe a word that comes out of Tech's mouth no matter what.

"Indeed."

They walk slowly back to the barracks, taking the long route to pick up Hunter and Wrecker from the caf. For the first few corridors, the scratchy feeling is agonizing. He has to walk with stiff legs to avoid bending his knees too much. It earns him his fair share of strange looks from the regs that pass, though they usually look at him like he was some sort of abomination, so it doesn't bother him. (Tech hypothesizes it has something to do with his goggles and how they stick out of his helmet. Makes him look quite different from even his own squad.)

But as they reach the caf, the stinging has begun to fade. His body is adjusting, as he predicted. The pain receptors in his legs are finally recognizing that it isn't a stimulus worth the trouble to continue griping about. He manages to bend his knees just enough that his stiffness isn't so obvious, more of a limp.

Wrecker's joyful tone rings out as soon as they grow near to the cafeteria. The largest of their brothers appears around the corner, his face brightening as he breaks into a run. "Tech!" Echo and Crosshair are quick to jump in and stop him from body slamming Tech.

"Easy, Wrecker, you know better than any of us how it feels to get blown up," Crosshair says before stepping aside for Wrecker to pull Tech into a bear hug. He sees Cross glance at Echo and then smirk. "Well, maybe that's not true. Echo here might have us all beat."

The former ARC trooper rolls his eyes. "Very funny."

Wrecker releases Tech. Somehow without aggravating his burns too badly. He is glad he opted to wear his helmet instead of carrying it. The mask hides his wince as pain shoots up his legs when Wrecker drops him back on the floor.  "I'm so glad you're okay!"

"As am I," he replies sheepishly. They start to make their way back toward their barracks. "Though I hardly blew up, it was merely a droid overheating."

"Did it have smoke and fire?" Wrecker asks.

"Minimal, but yes."

"Did it make a boom sound?"

"Well I'm not sure I would classify--"

"And did you get thrown really hard and burn your butt off?"

Tech sighs. "Perhaps."

Wrecker shrugs with a smug grin, looking around at the others. "You may be the expert on most things, Tech, but I know explosions. And that sounds a lot like an explosion to me."

Crosshair chuckles, his face in its usual sneer as he pats Tech's shoulder pauldron.

"It's alright," Echo whispers to him as Wrecker starts a loud tangent about getting shot at. "Means you get to be a part of the Got Blown Up Club. Meetings are bimonthly."

Not exactly a club Tech expected to be joining at a battle simulation. But then again, when do things ever go right for their squad in normal circumstances? He is curious to see what justification they had for such an irresponsible stunt. Tech has a sinking feeling Tarkin and Echo's claim that he hates clones has something to do with it.

#newly inducted member of the got blown up club #im a posting fiend right now apparently #not quite late night posting hours but close #the bad batch #tech #echo #wrecker #crosshair #hunter #tech whump #Kate writes #the bad batch b-side #1x01 aftermath

[thewistlingbadger]

Sundrop/moondrop thoughts

(Take this with a huge grain of salt I've never played any of the FNAF games I've just watch security breach gameplay)

Physical appearance:

I do think sun and moon are the animatronic. Around the daycare not only are there statues of both of them but there's sun's and stars and moons everywhere. Design wise sun and moon share half a face. They have the same silhouette and on moon's design, he has the same waist detail that sun has and the same shoe design. Plus when sunny changes he seems to be in pain and he reaches for his face.

Importance:

It's interesting to me how sun/moon is important/popular enough to have a really big space and merch and plushies and whatnot that they don't have their own room. Sun/moon are the only new character with a substantial personality other than Monty, Roxy, and music man but each of them have their own spaces. (Roxy's raceway and Roxy's room. Gator golf and Monty's room. The club area where music man is at) Sun/moon's room is really shitty NGL. Maybe they didn't like how they weren't really seen as legit to everyone else and that's why there's all those mangled S.T.A.F.F bots in their room. Amongst the staff bots there are also just childlike drawings (that may be theirs but it could also be a child's drawing that was given/taken from a child) and toy plushes. I hear people suggesting that this is Gregory's room but i disagree and think Gregory lives in foxy's boat. It makes sense that sun/moon wouldn't have been given a room considering that it's their job to run the daycare.

Daycare:

It makes sense that sun/moon wouldn't have a room since they're watching the children from 6 am to 11:30pm? Midnight? Which btw, it says "daycare" but i don't think the daycare is for toddlers/infants. I think it's intended for young children and older kids. 1 because sun doesn't say anything about Gregory's age when Gregory goes to the daycare, 2 because the only entry ways i saw into the daycare way a massive slide and the main doors, 3 because of the contents of the daycare itself. The playground equipment, the little tables, mini kitchen set, and the activities that sunny offers Gregory. Glitter glue, googly eyes, tell stories, "drink fizzy faz" etc. He seems to be able to handle younger kids and maybe preteens? He says "drink fizzy faz until our brains exPLODE!" Which not only opens the possibility that he can drink but he seems to know what little kids would be into and what older kids would be into.

Purpose:

Contrary to popular belief, i don't think moondrop is the night time caretaker and he's been tampered with and that's why he's agro. I believe this for multiple reasons. 1 because when you first meet sundrop he asks you if you're having a sleepover. If moondrop is the night time caretaker, then why would Sundrop be the one who would be in charge of a sleepover? Not to mention that a nap area/materials for nap time found anywhere in the mega pizzaplex. 2 because sun's one rule is keep the lights on (so he can be conscious) and the lights are still on, even when the pizzaplex is closed. I think moondrop is only there for security reasons. When you take the security pass in other parts of the game, the security alarm goes, the sirens sound, and animatronics come out. When you take the security pass in the daycare, no sirens sound (this is probably to not scare the children but somehow sun knows what the security siren sounds like), the lights go out, and moondrop becomes present. I don't think moon was tampered to be agro, he was to designed to be. The daycare is the area in the whole mall that has the most children in it and thus would need the most security. Because no way in hell parents are leaving their young children with a fucking animatronic who can EASILY be pushed over by kids. Like no offense but there's no way the kids respect sundrop. Sun acts more as a child than he does a caretaker ngl. Moondrop is the safe fall, should anything happen. When the lights are out he's given access to the whole Plex to eliminate the threat. After all, moon is very flexible and intimidating. He's able to "fly"/hang on the ceiling and he has red eyes (red eyes that can not be seen in any of the promotional stuff in the pizzaplex) I think the icing on the cake is that sun/moon's only canonical name is "daycare attendant"

#mic does analysis #long post #fnaf sb #fnaf #question #why do these characters have candies? #are they drugging the kids to sleep #and vise versa #moondrop #sundrop #sundrop and moondrop #sundrop fnaf #security breach moondrop