#classico-fazbear

[yellowpuppet]

There's a very different them to the them that had met Freddy before their head was less clear, brain far more muddled. They looked up towards the brown bear as though all their memories and recollection of him had been stolen from them.

They puzzled, and puzzled and puzzled, unable to conceive where they have seen this - creature? Electric animal before. ❝  Um, I - I 'fink I know you but I don't know how or where you was? ❞ They tried hard to remember yet it always comes up static. ❝  Why can't I remember?!❞  Stress creeping in as they tried struggled more and more with this but ultimately failed. ❝  Does-do you remember? ❞ / @classico-fazbear starter

[funbonded]

Funfred should have resided to the idea that there were more similar models, though his usual self-conceited personality would trump any idea that there were anything remotely similar to him at least to this extent. Other than the fact that they were bears called Freddy, he doesn't adorn the Fazbear part, having been created purely from Afton Robotics' branch he was considered an Afton opposed to the main franchises' family name. And he being a different species of bear helped his delusions also.

Funtime Freddy didn't see himself as the same as the others. His purpose was purely devastation, his design much of a casket rather than a friendly pizzeria mascot, even his lilting voice did very little to hide what he was. What he was designed for. He's not as seemingly harmless as the rest. 

❝That we do. Though some of us more of a trap in of ourselves than trapped. - At least I'm not TRAPPED anymore. I'm free to come and go as I please. ❞ / @classico-fazbear cont.

[spring-lxcked]

@classico-fazbear asked: ❝ "You are not worthy of respect." ❞ ( always watching over you )

It didn't show—the fear that settled deep in his sternum and was quickly rising. He knew the animatronics were sentient—he knew it was his doing. He had no direct regret for his actions, but this? Being addressed directly so late into the night? He almost might have considered feeling some. Almost.

"I'm respected by those who matter." Even if the respect was for what was partially a façade. Here a sickening smile curled his lips, only half performative. "Does that make it worse? That they would never suspect me? That there will be more?"

[donewithyourschmidt]

Though he flinched once more at the sound of the Toreador March, however briefly, Mike shakily kept a grasp on his overall composure. All he could do was trust the bear's word that he wouldn't attack. At Freddy's request, he gave a mute nod, scooping the item off of the ground before straightening up once more.

"L-lean on my left side, please... It's, uh, my stronger side." This wasn't going to be easy - between the state Freddy was in and Mike's disability, they were in for a long, painful walk. What a predicament they had gotten into.

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Mike's shoulder was positively killing him by the time the pair made it to his apartment building - a place that looked as though it should have been condemned years ago, half-rotten as it was. He fished around in his pocket awkwardly for his key, trying to avoid displacing Freddy. If the former guard was exhausted from their trek, pain throbbing down his side from supporting the other, then Freddy must feel even worse in his awful condition.

After a moment of fumbling with the lock, Mike pushed open the door with his foot. The apartment was just as shoddy as the rest of the building - it was tiny and barren, smaller than the party room of the pizzeria, and several boards were nailed to the sole window. A patchwork blanket hung off a mattress that rested on the floor of the main room. It was connected to a small kitchen on the farthest right side, and a bathroom door sat ajar next to a small, closed closet. Here and there were a few personal effects - a crumpled Fazbear guard uniform tossed on the floor here, a half-finished sewing project on the pillow there, - but the small space was mostly empty.

"Y-you should probably sit down, or lean against the wall." Mike advised in a soft voice. "I, uh, don't have a chair. Sorry...You can sit on my bed, t-though..." With how his shoulder ached from supporting the machine, he doubted Freddy could sit in a chair, anyway. He took a deep breath before limping towards the closet, tugging it open. There was a toolkit in here, left behind from this apartment's previous tenant. Hopefully it would suffice for now, despite its limited contents.

"O-okay. I-I'm going to try to do what I can to help you. Hopefully it'll be...f-fine." Was he reassuring the bear, or himself? It was hard to say, the trembling of his hands making the toolkit shake. Despite the bear's promise, Mike couldn't help but feel on edge. "I'm not, uh, super familiar with your parts, so I'll need you to g-guide me on this, if you can. Just...tell me what I should do."

Perhaps Freddy never fully realized it when he hunted Mike down during those long, seemingly endless nights.

What a peculiar human the ex-guard happened to be.

The animatronic had met, observed, and trusted many people in his time of being active. He could dare to claim with confidence that he knew quite a lot of those who were of flesh and bone and not of wires and metal, he understood the heart and the soul. Possibly more than his creators might have intended even. However, to Freddy, there was something about this man now that was different from the rest he had saved in his memory banks. Mike was one he would have fully expected to run-and he didn't, to refuse, to perhaps even finish the job of dismantling him...to get revenge or justice for the torture the bear had put him through...for months, it was only fair, right?

But here his old rival was offering help to him.

It spurred a sense of respect through the robot's system.

"I w-won't h-hurt you..." Fazbear promised as he remained quite still as he could tell Mike was definitely frightened, terrified too. The man expected the bear to jump, to attack, to grab ahold...but even if the mechanical animal wanted to, he couldn't. The bear could barely keep himself upright as is, most of his weight was put into the brick wall beside him. As Freddy's eyes flashed a number of spastic colors suddenly, he tilted his head up, just barely. "...I-I am am-m an a-awfully...heav-vy ma-achin...e...and y-you...are not...f-fully f-functi-ional...e...either...I t-think...I c-can make i-it...h-hopefull...y." He stopped talking as a loud glitching noise came out of his damaged voicebox, parts of the Toreador March tune mixing in with the static and garbling, but a moment later the bear managed to speak again. "I...I w-will try...to keep...m-my we-ight...o-off of...you t-the...best I-I can...just...t-tell me...what-t to-o...do..."

There was another pause as the bear slowly looked down to the alleyway ground, his blue eyes finally returning.

"...Can-n y-ou...g-grab-b my...h-hat...M-Mike?"

[fazeruined]

@classico-fazbear said: ☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. It's time to spread positivity!

ASSDFFHFJGJKJKGKJ THANK YOU KITTY 🤩😭

HERE HAVE THESE

[the-purple-hero]

@classico-fazbear​

{🔥}—; "How do we always end up in these messes pal?” Spyro asked as he turned his attention to Sparx, his dragonfly companion who simply shrugged at the question. Thanks to a portal mishap it caused a certain purple dragon to be taken to another realm that he already could tell that he’d never been to before, seeing as this town was unfamiliar to him.

Regardless, being naturally curious he couldn’t help but look around an explore. Especially when he caught sight of a building with a big neon sign depicting a brown bear waving and he could read that it was a pizzeria. 

“C’mon Sparx, lets check it out!” Before Sparx could even respond, the dragon was already padding his way up to the place and having a look around. The place didn’t exactly look brand new but as he looked around he saw a door in the back was left a little bit open. 

Curiously, he opened it and slipped inside and already he thought he could pick up the scent of pizza that had been recently cooked. There was no telling if there was any laying around, though he couldn’t deny that he was feeling pretty hungry. It did feel rather warm inside and he didn’t hear many noises other than the creaks of the building and the sound of his claws as he walked through the hallway not realizing just yet, that he and Sparx weren’t alone in here.

[fazbear-security]

Bold what skills/hobbies apply to your muse!

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Means of transportation:

skiing  |  sailing  |  boating  |  canoeing  |  horse riding  |  bicycling  |  car driving  |  truck driving  |  motorcycling  |  ATV riding  |  Walking | Running

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Hobbies:

painting/drawing  |  wood carving  |  sculpting  |  pottery  | photography  |  Reading  |  writing  |  Discussing  |  Chess  |  Playing Board Games  |  computer games  |  Computer Programming  |  Playing Cards  |  card tricks  |  magic tricks  |  cooking  |  baking  |  Dancing  |  zoology  |  ornithology  | Singing.

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Sports:

swimming  |  Running  |  tennis  |  basketball  |  baseball  |  rugby  |  football  |  cricket  |  archery  |  shooting  |  Hunting  |  Boxing  |  karate  |  judo  |  MMA  | Krav Maga  |  wrestling  |  yoga  |  rowing  |  weightlifting  |  gymnastics

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Combat:

handguns  |  knives  |  sniper rifles  |  assault rifles  |  grenades  |  grenade launchers  |  rocket launchers  |  tanks  |  bombs  |  bomb defusing  |  mines  |  minesweeping  |  Hand-To-Hand Combat

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TAGGED BY: @classico-fazbear ((Thanks!))

TAGGING: @traumathemedic, the dashboard

[five-or-so-missing-children]

So, he was scared, huh?

After some thought, Derek hunched over the prop like he didn't want to have it taken away. It helped disguise how small he really was in comparison.

"I'm Derek. And I'm too big for the costume stuff. So's everyone else. But this is none 'f your business.

"There's a lot of us. And one of you. And we all know you're here. So. So don't do something stupid," he added. It sounded more like self-reassurance than a threat.

❝ have we met before ? ❞

"I don't know you," hissed the kid and ducked behind some machinery, though he looked out over it with a fiery orange glare. He stood out strangely in the dark, like smoke and mirrors, and he was lying, kind of. He knew what he was looking at. He didn't understand it.

"Who are you? What do you want? Why are you here? This isn't the right place."

[fazeruined]

// WHICH RAGE LANGUAGE ARE YOU?

// the regina george

someone hurts you or pisses you off, and you don't do anything. at first. but you hold that feeling of rage in your chest for weeks after the fact, acting nice but silently hating their guts, pretending like all is forgiven until you can ruin their life and hurt them the way they hurt you. it's calculated. but when you've executed your revenge, will you be satisfied?

// TAGGED BY: stolen lol // TAGGING: @classico-fazbear @curseofbreadbear @animatronicabundance @faztastiic / @fazerrific @superrstardaycare anyone else come steal

[haiiling]

@endeavvor , @fasciinating , @ensnchekov , @he1msman , @silverjetsystm , @brooklynislandgirl , @morgansmornings , @tangleweave , @wcrpbubble , @klasteris , @paramounticebound , @fleetcaptian , @classico-fazbear , @galaeus , @invictasol , @juramentum , @noblehcart , @vicit-vim-virtus

i am legit crying here

[yellowpuppet]

Doi is a performer sometimes graced with the knowledge of being that, even still, mostly graced with an ignorance to it. Either way is truly horrorfying. On one felted hand; they knew of it yet was powerless to free themself, on the other; they were oblivious to the nature of the torment or why they were being tortured in the first place.

How fortunate it is that the animatronic bear should be sharing consolations with Doi in this state. Doi that could percieve Freddy's struggles just as much as their own. Their other self would not be able to reciprocate such things.

❝  You never asked for this, yeah, that sounds about right, doesn't it? Why do they get to decide what we should and shouldn't do? Why do we do this over and over again? ❞

It wasn't their decision just as much as Freddy's plight wasn't his own. Doi tilts their head at the last bit there. Freddy is right. There was hope as long as there was awareness, and a willingness to make the change.

The yellow one hesitates at first, hugs isn't something they have seen often nor something that is a language to them where they are from but they stumble into the large bear. If for nothing else just to know what it felt like.

❝  --  still believe in hope for us but for yourself and your friends also. ❞ / @classico-fazbear starter

[fazeruined]

@classico-fazbear

(2023) the fazbear gang

[fazeruined]

which aesthetic™ color are you?

forest green

You're in your own world, spinning fictions and building realities and finding the poetry in ordinary things. The people around you can tell there's something special to you, and you're well-loved by a some very good people. But even to your closest friends, you're a bit of a mystery. This always surprises you to hear, because you don't mean to put walls up-- you just get so caught up in things nobody else sees that you forget to let yourself be seen. You're complicated, and sometimes you get tangled in it. Don't worry, though, it's not off-putting; despite your accidental air of mystery, your warmth can be seen like a campfire through distant trees.

tagged by: stole from @classico-fazbear tagging: pickpocket it from me

[teamfricndship]

@classico-fazbear continued from here

She heard rumors about this underground pizza parlor so naturally, Kitty went to investigate. It was a perfect place for her to hide in the shadows. She didn't know that someone else was here, so she stole Freddy's hat as a joke. Kitty liked teasing others, especially people who she has never met before. Indulging the bear, she tossed his hat to him.

"Name's Kitty Softpaws." Kitty fluffed her paw to make her point to Freddy. "Do you live in this joint?"

[fazeruined]

@classico-fazbear

New heat just dropped 😂✨️

Got the idea from this post

Non-gif version:

[timid-plumber-archive]

@classico-fazbear

He never liked them growing up and he still didn't like them now. Animatronics were, in Luigi's opinion, unnerving. He'd come to learn that why that was was a thing called the 'uncanny valley'. The uncanny valley was where machines meant to look and seem alive, yet failed to perfectly mimic reality, lived. This one though, it was on a whole other level of creepy.

Luigi shuddered as he stared up at it. Why was it so tall? Why did this bear have to rival Bowser's height? And why did it have to have eyes that seemed to bore into his very soul?

"I, ah- I'm gonna respect your space by moving away from you."

FAR away.