#a; curseofbreadbear

[runelocked]

CHRIST, SHE REALLY WAS NOTHING MORE THAN A HEADACHE. Irate, William stares down at her, the monster under every child’s bed, writ large — unimpressed by the sobs and pleas. The girl is pathetic to him. Frozen in place, curled up, begging to the mascot most found endearing — oh, if only they knew the truth about it!

“Kill you?” He repeats, glancing down at his knife. It gleams dully, commiserating what is to come: it only sets his resolve in concrete. “Oh, no, no, I’m not going to kill you. I’m your best friend, Spring Bonnie!” The accent, the theatrics, the character… it’s all so easy to slip into. Like wearing a coat. It’s unnerving to most, but William has always been at home behind a mask. He’s in his element here. “Say, you’re not frightened of me, are you? Why don’t you come here — let me give you a big high five to cheer you up!”

And he advances: chuckling to himself at his own antics, oh, William, that’s good: makes this whole experimenting thing a little less boring. With surprising speed for the weight of his suit, he is bending down to grab hold of her leg, yank her a little closer to him. The knife in his hand slices into her as he does so: an accident, but he hadn’t exactly been trying to be careful. “Whoops! I suppose even Bonnie can be clumsy. Let’s get you all cheered up.”

CONTINUED. / @curseofbreadbear

[slaughterlocked]

THE MORE SHE SNAPS HER FINGERS, THE WIDER HIS GRIN SPREADS. COCKSURE AND SOLID, THE ONLY REAL THING IN THIS PLACE. WELL, HIS GRIN AND HER FEAR. Both rotting in this place together, but she knows a way out. He’s sure of it. And the more he pushes and presses and powers his way through her defences, the closer he gets to it. (At least, that’s the only thing he can tell himself. The only thing keeping him clinging to the little hope he’d had left.)

Even her words don’t faze him, much. His faltering is brief, and William chuckles, finding a morbid sense of amusement in her scoff. Reality has shifted for him now. He is powerless here: an indisputable truth until two minutes ago. So what else can change? What else can he will into being just by sheer force? Nostalgia for the power of being better – of knowing more, of being greater – buzzes under his skin, stinging, iridescent. He bathes in it, stepping closer leisurely, because he has all the time in the damn world. Blood drips down his eyebrow and into his eye, concealing his vision at least partially: but it doesn’t matter! None of that matters anymore!

“You’re wrong about that,” he beams like a maniac, lumbering towards her with the grace of a bear and reaching out, “there is still one person I can hurt.”

Because if he’s solid, maybe she is too. They’re as real as each other in this place, though she’s usually so composed that he never before believed he’d be able to actually touch her. But things are different now. And if he can touch her, then he can hurt her — and then the game really has changed.

Reaches for her wrist, reaches to hold it tight and cruel. Hopes, prays, to whatever fucking deity is listening, that he can grab it.

/ @curseofbreadbear continued.

[runelocked]

LIKE  THE  TOLLING  OF  THE  JUDGEMENT  BELL,  WILLIAM  HEARS  HER  VOICE  AND  CAN’T  STOP  THE  VISCERAL  REACTION  IT  CAUSES  IN  HIM:  HEAD  SNAPPING  UP,  EYES  WIDENING,  BREATH  HITCHING.  What  does  it  say  about  his  memory  of  Baby  that  he  didn’t  once  consider  her  as  being  even possibly responsible for  this ?  All  memories  with  her  wiped  away  in  place  of  the  all - consuming  rage  and  despair  that  had  enveloped  him  after  she’d  taken  Elizabeth  from  him.  Faz - wrench  clattering  to  the  ground,  a  distant  task  now  rendered  unimportant,  he  picks  his  way  towards  her,  hand  white - knuckled  around  his  cane.  Even  that  feels  trivial:  his  daughter’s  voice  has  rendered  everything  else  obsolete,  and  for  a  moment,  the  swoop  of  confusion  and  anticipation  in  his  stomach  is  like  flying.

She  might  be  the  first  animatronic  to  see  him  like  this.  Open.  Raw  nerve  of  his  daughter’s  death  exposed  like  the  bloody  lash  of  a  belt  or  sparking  metal  when  William  had  needed  to  take  his  rage  out  on  his  creations,  the  creatures  that  would  never  quite  be  good  enough . . .  Lips  parting  at  the  sight  of  her,  lined  brow  creasing  softly,  he  can  hardly  believe  who  he’s  looking  at.

This  can’t  be  real.  It  can’t  be.  ( And  it  isn’t,  but  time  and  rage  and  grief  have  warped  his  real  girl  beyond  recognition.  A  few  details  don’t  raise  alarm  in  him  now. )

“ Liz, ”  he  breathes,  fondness  mangled  with  unbearable  disbelief,  “ what  are  you  doing  here ? ”  How  are  you  here ?   Is  he  finally  losing  his  mind ?   A  quick  look  around,  self - conscious,  alarmed  at  that  thought,  brings  no  comfort:  nobody  else  is  around  to  see.  “ Darling, ”  William  says,  and  it’s  a  little  strangled,  “ you  can’t  be  here.  This  -   it’s  not  possible. ”

Answering  her  question  aloud  seems  redundant.  It’s  like  expecting  an  injured  animal  to  reply  if  it  hurts  when  it’s  already  shown  its  bleeding  wounds.  William  remembers,  though  not  the  right  person;  remembers  and  hurts,  those  dark,  dark  eyes  trained  on  his  girl  in  hollow  reflection of grief  and  hope.

@slaughterlocked ❤’d!

[Baby could pick William's soul out of any line-up; everything he'd subjected himself to left quite a mark, detectable, no matter what form he took. Perhaps it was because she resonated with the idea of disguising herself that she recognized him, even now -- she'd needed to hide to accomplish her goals from the very beginning. "Pretending" had, in essence, been what she was designed to do.]

[That was why she'd meticulously kept up a false identity ever since the construction of the Pizzaplex. The number of victims she'd amassed gave her a large pool of "identities" to pick from, and so she settled on a nostalgic one -- Sarah -- to don in public. Now, however -- now she was in the presence of a man who would recognize her and regret it.]

[Baby hadn't been lying in wait; she'd done her research, learned about the Pizzaplex, and in the process...she'd gotten to see William's new lackey. Baby had always been vulnerable to replacement, being an "inadequate," forever-incomplete piece of technology -- but seeing that reality unfold right before her eyes was an absolute betrayal. Her entire existence had been devoted to helping William, hoping that he might show her the tiniest shred of affection; instead, the second they separated, he forgot about her. She was sick and tired of acting with only her father in mind; if he could toss her aside, the same way her creator had ages ago, then she would show no mercy. This time, her father was the latest subject of her wrath.]

[Baby had been plotting this meeting for some time now; she needed him alone, vulnerable. Her entire being craved to strike, to kill him and be free of his influence, but she held off...for now. She first wanted to see the look on his face when he saw his daughter again.]

[Baby lurked in the shadows, watching the Plex's engineer very carefully; nobody was around. She'd made certain of that. She took a step forward, then tweaked her voice to match Elizabeth's -- a simple feat, since Elizabeth's spirit was still here.]

❝ Daddy? ❞ [A cold look in her eye, she took another step forward, revealing herself. It wasn't perfect, but one of her victims had a striking resemblance to Elizabeth. Baby stepped forward, a new mask gracing her features, making her near-identical to his daughter. It was a cruel trick, but William deserved nothing but cruelty.]

❝ Did you forget about me? ❞

[horrifichaunts]

@curseofbreadbear asked:" i wanna go home, but i am home. "(cassidy for susie... idk if ive ever talked about my silly littol headcanon from wayyy back in the day about them being sisters when they were alive BUT them bonding in the afterlife regardless is sweet and sad :'))

 “I think…i thiiiiiiiiink someone told me once that homes are people not a pl-place.”

The smaller ghost pouts for a moment, able to recall the words but not recall who they had come from. The memory is fuzzy, hugged together with someone in a closet. A beautiful golden dog curled around them. Had she been crying? Had they both been?

“I think i’d be sadder without e-everyone but e-especially you. So y-yeah! This is home!”

[giftgvr]

@curseofbreadbear fell down the rabbit hole:

"It's just like pictures in a book, Charlotte. It isn't real." -another circus baby from @/curseofbreadbear <3

˚｡⋆ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 ⟡ "THE SHINING" STARTERS ⋆｡˚

‧₊˚꒰ঌ  Real . . . The word hung in the air for Charlie like morning fog, the emphasis put on her full name a lingering bitter aftertaste in the back of her throat that just wouldn't go away.

    Although technically at odds; Charlie always had a special sympathy in her heart for the Funtime line, even if this remorse usually was met with bared fangs or the business end of a buzzsaw.

    But Circus Baby, well, she was different. Her venomous distain didn't need the assistance of sharp metal or malicious modules. Almost effortlessly, her best tool to sink into skin with was her words. It was by far her deadliest weapon, and they both knew that.

Furrowing her eyes & scrunching her nose, Charlie retorts;  ❝ Even if it's not real. It's all I have. ❞  all that's left, ❝ That alone makes it worth fighting for. ❞  ah; just as stubborn as the real deal, isn't she?  ໒꒱˚₊‧

[fazeruined]

@curseofbreadbear said: [Freddy's hearing might be severely impacted, but his proximity sensors detected someone in the general vicinity. Without sight, without ( clear ) sound, it was impossible to distinguish whether this was an intruder or a guest -- he was unsure of how he ought to react, of whether it was better to issue a warning or a greeting. He hadn't encountered a guest in ages, but that was due to…outlying factors. For all he knew, the Pizzaplex was open, and he was an anomaly in its corridors.] [For now, Freddy stood; his stomach hatch "twitched," opening and closing in a manner outside of his control. Unbeknownst to him, it resembled a monster unhinging its jaws, preparing for its next meal. He tried to speak…but what came out was a garbled mess, resembling a terrible growl.] -prototype freddy for gretel >:333

" Freddy!? Freddy, are you okay?? Please be functional... "

Gretel Cassie would recognize the bear anywhere, even though his head seemed stuck under debris; Still, she watched apprehensively as he managed to free himself from that predicament anyways.

She felt a peculiar tinge of hope with how 'put together' he looked compared to the others; he evidently still had a great deal of his casing left, more than everyone else. Perhaps that meant he could be in a far better and more stable state, maybe he's the one that can help her!

That hope doesn't last.

When he faced her, she could see the true extent of his damage, and it was far worse than anything she could've thought. His garbled growl is met with a terrified scream from Cassie, who even falls back on her bottom from the shock.

No, that didn't seem friendly at all.

Cassie scrambles up on her feet, and begins to run the other way, through the ruined Fazerblast maze. Hopefully she doesn't trip and fall, with how cluttered the attraction is.

[mute-call]

He had tried. He had really, really tried.

Jeremy had been right all along. There had been something deeply, disturbingly wrong with the animatronics, and Steven had done everything he could to get the poor kid switched to day shift as quickly as possible after witnessing it all first-hand. Bell had taken the night shift himself to cover the sudden guard rotation, unwilling to force Fitzgerald to finish even a single week in the position.

But it hadn't been enough. Day, night, it hadn't mattered; something about Jeremy specifically made the 'bots practically hateful. One second, Fitzgerald had been keeping an eye out to make sure none of the parents were targeted, the next--

Steven doesn't consider himself a very squeamish person, but he had barely made it to the restrooms before he had vomited, praying that anyone else still at the scene would have the presence of mind to call 911.

Someone must have, or else he wouldn't be here right now.

"H-Hey, wow, l-look at you!" Steven's face is pale, the bouquet in his hand swaying slightly from the tremors in his fingers. He hastily places it down on one of the hospital room's guest chairs, wiping off the water and sweat from his hands onto his slacks.

"What a trooper! Heh. You look great!" For a guy who had had his skull caved in.

"I just--I hope it's okay I'm here, the, uh... nurses let me in. I can leave. I'm just--" 'sorry' doesn't begin to cut it.

"...here. For you. I'm here for you. Yeah."

@curseofbreadbear.

[animatronicabundance-archived]

@curseofbreadbear asked: cassie? can you hear me? are you all right? -greggy for cassie - thinking abt post-ruin shit...

Cassie’s head felt like she was underwater ever since the elevator dropped….since Gregory-. Roxy had found her, and the two did their best to bandage what they could between the knowledge of a currently blind wolf and a child. From there the only way to go was up really, Cassie carefully riding on the wolf’s back as they made their way back into the upper layers of the ruined Plex. Once the climbing was done, Roxy carefully switched to cradling the injured girl. It was then that they both heard a voice echoing among the ruins. Cassie’s hearing aids were slowly giving their last bit of life, something she herself was feeling, but she still heard-.

Cassie’s head feels like it’s pulled above the water…..will she be sinking back down in a moment?  Roxy growls but Cassie does her best to try and calm down her canine guardian.

“R-Roxy please d-...I n-need to know….pl-please I n-need to face h-him.”

And so the girl and wolf make their way to the sounds of Gregory, though Roxy’s grip on Cassie in her arms tightens just slightly to protect her incase.

[gatorsnapped]

@curseofbreadbear ♪ ♫ [Against her wishes, Cassie had been "dragged" back to Monty's Gator Golf by her father. His reasoning was sound -- he had passes for the place that were on the verge of expiring, and believe it or not, she'd enjoyed this place before Bonnie was replaced. Alas, her distaste for Monty had led to bitter feelings about the sport of mini-golf itself. She loved playing it, but could she really stand being around Monty for a prolonged period of time?]

[Time would tell, but she was already fuming from across the golf course -- Monty was signing autographs and thriving in the limelight. Innocent as that act was, Cassie knew the truth -- he was enjoying his stage presence at the expense of one of her favorites. She couldn't just let that slide, could she?]

[Cassie dropped her golf club and marched towards the stage, fixing Monty with a glare, a small distance from the rest of the crowd. From way in the back, she accused him, loud and proud:]

❝ I know what you did to him, Monty! Bonnie's gone because of you!! ❞ -you called me out so bad i have wanted smth like this for ages. take cassie AND a gremlin, technically, since she's acting like one :') (cue her getting banned from monty golf)

The gator is just beaming, living in the moment. The attention on him, being able to focus on the children and their affection pouring out. A wonderful distraction from what had been swirling inside his processor, his thoughts. The large tail is gently swaying back and forth, one of the employees having to make sure none of the kids get too close considering the punch the tail can pack. Of course, it would never be intentional harm ; the thought of harming a human or another animatronic unsettled Monty to say the least. Which is why he drinks in the attention gained at the moment -- a distraction from the accusations. He loves the kids, unbothered by the rumors, only asking him out of curiosity rather than accusing him. Well. . . almost all kids. Monty's attention snaps up quickly -- getting the handler nearby to jump out of their skin. Eyes narrow from behind the star-shaped sunglasses, glaring in the direction of the voice. He knows exactly who that is. He holds back the sparking anger -- she's just a kid, she doesn't know any better. Doesn't make it any better that it digs deep considering his bond with the aforementioned rabbit, “Don't you dare come in here accusin' me of that!” He moves forward, almost running into one of the kids that had just gotten their poster signed, “If you come in here believin' I hurt my friend, get out and don't you ever come back!” There is a growl out of the gator, a couple kids around starting to whisper their concerns. The outburst feels unnatural to him, a more heated response than he would have given before. Grief? Or something else. . .

[rockcoins]

@curseofbreadbear deposited : ♪ HAPPY FAZBEAR BIRTHDAY ! ♪ PIZZA , GAMES , & CAKES ! ♪ OPEN ALL YOUR PRESENTS UNTIL YOUR TUMMY ACHES ! ♪ YOU ARE ONE YEAR OLDER ON YOUR SPECIAL DAY , AND WHEN THIS SONG IS OVER , YOU'LL BE ON YOUR WAY !! ♪

$ . *　✦ ! Rocky clapped along with the rythm of the entirety of the song , swaying his head happily as he did . He was feeling extremely content with being the one getting entertained for once , and you know what ? He absolutely deserved it with how hard he worked every day .

[runelocked]

SHAKING. SHE’S SHAKING. A GROTESQUE REVULSION SETTLES IN HIS GAZE, BOTH AT HIMSELF AND HER FEAR, but he soaks it in, driven further by the terror he still inspires. He knows now what he has to do: what he has been doing his whole life. He’d been foolish to think this place would be any different ! —— Claw his way to the top. He can get himself out of here if he pushes. If Cassidy has the power then he will take it from her. Physically; defeating this game of hers, but emotionally too; he had to rip her apart, inch by inch, destroy any thought she may have had of her own power. And he knows just how to do that.

“ Get to the door! ” He repeats again, laughing wildly. Hands like claws gripping the desk, both to keep himself steady and so he can feel the way it glitches and flickers as her instability grows. A sign of progress ! “ You know how this works, don’t you? You know how to escape me. I’ll even count down for you ! Ten ! Nine, eight —— ”

SNAP.

Something in him breaks, buckles at the sound. Eyes widen, breath clogs his throat like sludge. He expects darkness, the pain of another death; the cycle to repeat; the neverending misery of his non-existence to continue on in perpetuity.

I N S T E A D N O T H I N G H A P P E N S

If William before had been on the verge of completely losing any sanity he had left, now is something else entirely. Staggers closer, a tall looming shadow. Licks the blood from his lips and he doesn’t disappear .

“ Oh dear. ” He says. It comes out low, a beast stalking towards injured prey. So different in tone from his hysteria before, and somehow worse. “ I don’t think that’s up to you, Cassidy. In fact— ” The demented smile won’t leave his face, adrenaline at finally, finally having a win leaving him dizzy. Or perhaps it was the head wound. “ —I don’t think anything will be up to you anymore. Are you forgetting . . . ? I made this place. ”

Not literally: he has no power in this hellhole, no ability to control anything. But the idea behind it ? The animatronics and the fear and even Cassidy’s desperation to hurt, to get revenge on him ? — he’s the architect of it all. It is so easy to delude himself and tell his victim that nothing has changed: as usual, she is the sufferer.

As always, he is the one in control.

CONTINUED. / @curseofbreadbear

[funbonded]

[ ⋆ ] ❝  Fearless ?! Fearless ! Such an ugly word . Such an ugly thing it is to be without FEAR .  ❞ The mechanical panda meanders around the word , almost rolling it around like a marble lodged into his head cavity .

❝  What is life without FEAR to lose it ? Is that not why you little lambchops come here ? To this desolate place , for just a fleeting moment praying for self - preservation the video games just aren't doing it anymore now are they ? !  ❞ He prattles . ❝  No , no ....but you see , Cassie , I'm not a video game . I'm very much real . I only want to give the audience what they desire ! Consternation ! DREAD ! DEATH ! - I like to see how quickly they change their minds when death stares them right in the eyes .  ❞

At that the animatronic cranes down , upper endo spine slithering oddly like a snake as he twists the end of his head , snapping downside - up , killers eyes meet with hers as his face plates burst open . Intimidation . A laugh . He moves away . Back to circling . ❝ ... In my game everyone wins because everyone gets what they wanted ! ... Tell me, Cassie , are you afraid ?  ❞ / @curseofbreadbear starter

[horrifichaunts]

@curseofbreadbear asked:"people say friends don’t destroy one another. what do they know about friends?" (cassidy for evan perhaps bc this is SOOOO cassidy-coded)

Her suitmate nods, doing his best to dry his ghostly tears on his hand. Cass had said something that upset him a little again, but she always apologizes after. When the tears got too much and some of his form flickers faintly from the stress. Something tugs at his soul of the familiarity of it, at least it’s familiar till there's apologizes. 

“H-H-Hey Cass?”

He looks back up at her, or well as much as Evan can be a direct looking at someone with the bandages on his ghostly face. 

“D-Do…D-Do you th-think if th-there’s a uni-verse where were not….this…d-do you th-think we're still….. best friends?”

He knows his crying drives her mad sometimes, but they had more moments where they got along then not. Sure it could be due to being forced to share an animatronic but….he thought of her as his best friend. It’s nice to think if there’s a universe out there where they didn’t die, that their hanging out…eating pizza  or whatever it is best friends do.

[redgentleengie]

' intentions do not matter, only consequences. ' -old man consequences bc i crave writing him again ajdjsjdj

(OMC instantly became a top 3 favorite character of mine when he debuted, thank you for this gift. :3)

Jonathan wasn't sure where he was. He didn't even remember what he was doing a moment ago. Am I dreaming? Hallucinating? Am I even alive? he wondered as he tried to make out his surroundings. As his eyes adjusted to the lighting- everything was bathed in a red light with no discernable source- he realized he seemed to be kneeling at the shore of a body of water surrounded by trees. He could see all the way around it, so he would consider it a pond, but something inside him told him the water was very, very deep. A lake, then.

With that, he processed that someone nearby had said something. Intentions don't matter. Only consequences...

How often had that statement echoed through his own mind? How often had he wrestled with the idea that his attempts to help the situation were never enough, that his caution was at its core, cowardly, and enabled the monster hiding in plain sight to continue their hunt?

It was truly his greatest fear, and he looked down at his hands, half-expecting them to be stained with a mark that would never go away. But between the lighting and the wet, he couldn't tell. He smiled grimly. That's just as well. I've wrestled with not knowing this long. Why stop now?

Looking up, he finally saw someone, the one who must have spoken a moment ago. They were red- for a moment, the idea that they were the source of the red light illuminating this place flitted across his mind- with a head like a gator, holding a fishing rod.

The mechanic sat for a moment, thinking how to respond. He did not know who this character was, but again he couldn't shake the feeling that they knew him very well. Questions like "who are you?" and "where am I?" could wait. At last, he replied:

"Will negative consequences have consequences of their own? Is there justice in this world?"

It was, at the end of the day, his most fervent wish. Let evil be punished, even if the evil meant well. Yes, even if I am said evil.

[fazeruined]

@curseofbreadbear said: [How could he have forgotten his superstar's birthday? This paradox had rattled around in his nonexistent head ever since they arrived at the Daycare -- the attendant greeted her with an over-enthusiastic "happy birthday!", and all at once, the realization crushed him. It was her birthday. He hadn't remembered.] [This was unprecedented for ANY animatronic, let alone a Freddy. He was specifically programmed to remember these things. Birthdays were precious holidays; he adored contributing to those smiling faces and cheery celebrations, singing the Fazbear birthday song, and helping the little ones blow out the candles. Out of all of his lost memories, this was affecting him the most...but he had no time to panic.] [While Cassie's injuries were being examined by the attendant, Freddy rushed to prepare a birthday celebration for her -- no matter how crummy or minuscule. Anything to make up for his error.] [When she got back, Freddy had a shabbily-assembled birthday party in order for her, complete with a banner and a mangled present (alas, the one in his chest cavity was all he had). As he sensed her arrival, he greeted her with a typical wave, then hummed the Fazbear Birthday song for her...the same way he did when they'd met. It didn't feel like enough, but he hoped his sentiment would shine through.] -prototype freddy!! this scenario has been rotting my brain since i typed it out in the tags ksfdjkfsjk (note: ive Officially decided that the present in his chest cavity is a glamrock freddy figure that's been so crushed and mangled that it looks exactly like him :'))) happy birthday cassie you get a proto freddy figure!!)

To be fair, Freddy shouldn't be able to remember something he didn't know in the first place. And also to be fair, Cassie herself wasn't actively remembering it either.

With everything that's been going in her life, her birthday was like the very last thing on her mind if at all... And she's grown to stop seeing much of a point in celebrating it, too. She had no one to celebrate it with, and in the grand scheme of things, it was just another day in her life...

And the one person left she thought would be someone who'd show up to a party for her... tried to KILL her.

Now her one only friend was a broken, headless robot.

With their team-work back in Fazerblast, they managed to salvage a stroller-- its hood was completely gone and it had a few holes, but after (un)twisting and straightening its wheels back, it was perfectly usable for what they needed: A means to take Cassie without requiring her walk on her badly injured body, and Freddy not having to constantly worry about hurting her with his hazardous casing while carrying her, and also they didn't need to separate.

Luckily for them, even in his broken state, Freddy was still perfectly strong and capable to clear a path for them to reach the Daycare despite the ruined condition of the now abandoned PizzaPlex.

After knocking on the big (faux?) wooden doors, they were greeted by the more harmonious and stable form of the Daycare Attendant known as Eclipse, brought forth after Cassie'd rebooted them. While friendly and happy to be visited again by the birthday girl and her friend, his first action would have been politely turning them away because "he wasn't finished cleaning the Daycare so it wasn't fit for visitors yet," but the moment he set eyes on Cassie he detected her injured state, and that obviously took priority in his programming.

Engaging his safety mode, Eclipse let both in, while also taking over the duty of tending to Cassie's injuries, which allowed Freddy time to 'chill' in the Daycare.

Eclipse wound up having to use a lot of anti-septic to clean out Cassie's injuries then bandage her up, and lastly give her some medicine, mostly painkillers and some anti-inflammatory. The medicine made the girl drowsy as they kicked in, on top of her being already fatigued from her 'journey'. The Daycare still had all the good stuff stored such as blankets, pillows and sleepbags, so Eclipse easily egged her on into sleeping-- her body did need the rest to help recovery, after all.

That would give Freddy time to prepare his surprise.

And he wouldn't get to do it alone! After Cassie had been put to sleep, Eclipse wound up checking on him and what he was doing next. While he still had 'cleaning' to do, he was more than glad to help the headless bear set up a birthday party for the girl, especially if she wouldn't have any otherwise.

Along with Freddy's preparations, Eclipse'd set up a small child table with small child chairs, some with (dirty but otherwise okay) plushies of the main band sitting on to make it seem like they'd showed up to the party, and set at the center of the table one of those cupcakes from the Bakery (one of the only things left in the PizzaPlex that was still edible thanks to the absurd amount of preservatives the company would put into them,) even though it would still taste stale but it was better than nothing, and they could stick a candle on it, too.

Alas, he should make the Daycare look more presentable for a party! So after his additional help setting it up, Eclipse once again dove into his duty of cleaning the place, letting Freddy to watch over the party site, and likely greet Cassie in it once she woke up.

■■■

She'd sleep for a few hours, and would wake up feeling reasonably better thanks to Eclipse's help and the medicine-- she was still kind of slow to walk but it was better than before. Eclipse could be heard off in the distance here and there as he continued trying to clean the Daycare, so first thing she thought was where is Freddy?

" Freddy? " She slowly walks around the dulled but still colorful play place trying to locate her friend, until she finds him in another area of the Daycare. " Oh, there you are. I got a bit worried when I woke up and didn't know where you were. "

She registered the preparations as she walked closer, at least able to tell this area wasn't like that before she slept. " Freddy...? What is this...? "

Freddy's hummed birthday song was what sold the whole thing for her, and for the first moment, Cassie was borderline speechless. " Freddy, all this... Did you do all this for...? " Her birthday. It's her birthday.

And the broken bear was the single only one who remembered (well, Eclipse and Roxy did too.)

And he not only remembered, but he also tried to do something about it, which given everything else such as their current situation, was honestly impressive.

Cassie felt her throat swell and her chest tighten with a wide array of different emotions together which she couldn't clearly put a finger on, but they felt strongly. " F- Freddy... " She tries swallowing down a imaginary lump in her throat, feeling herself tearing up at the corner of her eyes.

It's a little sudden, but she couldn't keep herself from wrapping her arms around Freddy's waist to pull him into a bit of a bear-hug (or as close to it without risking further injuries.) Even if it was small and shabbily-assembled, it meant the world for her. It really did.

" Th- thank you, Freddy... Thank you... "

[mute-call]

@curseofbreadbear said: ❝ I just can’t deal with this. ❞ -jeremy for mr ring ring FJSJFJ;;; dude if i still wrote my old interpretation for mike it'd be over for him

You're killing me here, Jeremy, is what Steven wants to say. He's already switched over the last night guard, and he can't keep swapping people off the night shift every time someone complains; he knows it's not the best job around, but someone has to do it.

Instead, he manages a shaky, strained smile, nudging at his glasses to buy himself another half-second to plan his response.

"I know it's been, uh... hard to adjust, but you really don't have anything to worry about. You've been following my instructions, right? And look at you! You're doing great!"

There's a slight tinge of desperation to Bell's voice. The company can't afford for their new hire to quit on the spot, but there's also not much that Steven can personally do to address the boy's complaints. These things typically sort themselves out, anyway; Fitzgerald just has to stick it through like everyone else.

"Okay, okay. Run me through it one more time. The animatronics wandered in, you used the mask, and they left, right? I--I'm sorry, Jeremy, but I don't really see what the problem is."