#fnaf readerbot

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

you: exists every single one of Sun's thoughts: ceases to exist

[galaxythedragonshifter]

Going feral over readerbot rn actually

[romayer2]

I'll never get tired of drawing these idiots in love! I love this story too much ❤️

@bones-of-a-rabbit i hope you like it :)

(It's been a while since I've had an update, and I apologize madly for that. Study is relentless :( )

[artistbeanbaby]

Finally. After over 5 hours with little to no breaks, I finally finished it. I really wanted to do something different and attempt digital art with a wrinky dink setup and this is the results. Our fav readerbot as my subject of course lol.

Check out the story where this silly lil guy is from by @bones-of-a-rabbit

Hope you enjoy it, please, my back is fucked up from this.

[morning-sweets]

Some quick fanart doodles!! I adore both of these AUs very much!!

And happy New Year everyone <33

Fool - @venomous-qwille

Readerbot - @bones-of-a-rabbit

[lolos-interests]

Fnaf Self-Insert "what if" fanfics help

if anyone wants to write from these ideas or read my versions of them lemme know, I would be happy to share my self-indulgent bs. Context below:

I have a scribbler full of completely self-indulgent fanfic ideas and as I was looking for one fnafsb fic in particular; I found an old self-insert rewrite of fnaf security breach. Where my little oc based on my traits was in Gregory's role and the animatronics got saved by accidents and reboots. This spiralled down, down, down to a list of "what ifs":

What if Gregory wasn't alone that night? What if he had a teenage buddy or ghost buddy?

What if it was my si in Gregory's role?

What if si possessed an animatronic(thinking Chica) and helped protect Gregory?

What if si possessed an animatronic after the game events?

What if si was a security guard the night Gregory got trapped?(this one has the most progress done but I want to start another fic, god dammit)

What if si was an old plush that's possessed and helped Gregory-SIKE it's a fucking nightmare animatronic with a spirit, RUN VANNY!

Again, if you feel inspired to write your own go hard; I know my brain is gonna be thinking about regular bots being possessed thanks to readerbot au.(it's adorable) I want to see what others think and read more si(self-insert/self-indulgent) fics. If you want to read mine, I want you to know I'm a bit of a perfectionist so sorry in advance for the wait.

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

IM FUCKING DEAD WHAT THE FUCKKKKK THIS IS SO GOODDDDD PLEASE NEVER STOP WRITINGGGG my heart like actually fuckin dropped when the ‘storm knocked the power out’ bit came up,,, and the INTRIGUE??? the QUESTIONS I HAVE????? and readerbot knowing about MEMES??????? YESSSSSSSS IM LIVING FOR THIS 

Guess what!!!! Repair bot y/n au babyyyy

The person who thought up this wonderful au is @bones-of-a-rabbit and I am forever grateful for the brainworms lol

I’m gonna try to post this on ao3, if I can figure out a name, and I’ll post the link here!

It was a mistake in the code, a horrid miscalculation, an error.

It had to be. Otherwise it wouldn’t have hurt so much.

… Actually, the Glamrocks had the innate ability to… Feel, so maybe you had simply learned it, though that still shouldn’t have been possible. You weren’t made to learn, you weren’t made to feel things- especially not fear- you were a simple repair bot. Just unique enough to be able to do your job. Simple enough to be ignored.

It started randomly. No grand event or anything, simply sitting in your company-issued break room (It was barely a room, more a charging closet if anything) after hours and getting the sensation of loneliness for the first time. An awkward, confusing jumble of wires and code that made you feel empty. You couldn’t make sense of it.

After that, you had gone to wander the Plex. Hoping maybe that would help untangle the tiny bundle of emotions code. (It’s just code, It’s just code, It’s just code, You had repeated to yourself like a mantra) You somehow ended up wandering to the daycare. The lights weren’t out yet, and you looked in. The attendant was tall enough to tower over you, dressed as a jester, cleaning as furiously as the S.T.A.F.F. Bots you had tried to communicate with before arriving there -All you had gotten back was something akin to apathy- And apparently you stared too long, because it turned its head up to you and started to wave madly, its rays spinning fast enough to be a blur.

You had been too surprised- where had that sensation come from?- to do anything back, and it went back to cleaning. And then you ran off, a burning in your chest so hot you felt you’d melt, all the way back to your room closet, slamming the door closed and pressing your metallic back against the wall.

Well. That was new.

The burning slowly undid itself, and after running a diagnostic, you concluded you had no fucking clue what just happened.

…

After that, you started to feel more. You felt annoyed when you had to fix something three times in one day. You felt pride when something you fixed worked as intended. You felt lonely all the time. The regular S.T.A.F.F Bot network was more of a hivemind, and you only tried to enter it once and nearly lost your new-found sentience trying, and you were unable to bring yourself to try and enter the Glamrock network. That twisting, burning sensation in your wires wouldn’t let you (Embarrassment, as you'd later learn) No one to talk to, not that you could really talk, not having a mouth and all. So you thought about things. Mostly making poking fun at others in your head. You managed to get the Plex Wi-Fi password (It was “Vanny”, for some reason) and learned what memes were, something none of the other animatronics had managed to do, by the way. It definitely made it harder to work, especially when the kids around you started referencing among us.

And you continued to visit the daycare attendant (you learned his name, Sun, after a very long game of charades), learning more about him through the glass. You couldn’t really talk with him, but he kept the conversation going well enough, being built to talk to children who may not want or be able to speak. He seemed very insistent about keeping the lights on while you were there, though you had no clue why. You didn’t question it, however, and continued to listen to another of his rambles. Listening to him was the highlight of your day, breaking the monotony of fixing the same issues over and over. Though, watching him flit about while talking to you always elicited an unwanted feeling, warmth spreading through your endo like insects buzzing about your mechanical gut. It felt like a dialled down version of that burning sensation you had felt before.

Then there was a storm.

It knocked out the power. While you were there.

And for the first time in your existence, you felt fear. A tugging in the very copper of your wiring, an insistence that you run, run as fast as you can, go-

The first time you were unprepared. He got you. Badly. You had to be repaired by one of the Glamrocks handlers, though they did a shoddy job. You can see the difference in the metal patch-work of your face. They kept you powered on while they performed what was essentially surgery. It hurt more than the ripping and tearing of metal and endoskeleton.

You didn’t go back to the daycare.

That didn’t stop him though. He kept hunting you, even after that night. You learned how to avoid him, and some nights he didn’t even hunt you. Those were the best nights, able to relax in your glorified broom closet (you stayed there more out of fear than anything, unsure of if he was simply starting late)

One night, however, you made the mistake of fighting back.

He had you cornered, somewhere in the arcade you remember, and was slowly crawling towards you. You’d suddenly felt as if bubbling molten metal had risen up through your endoskeleton, and when he was mere inches away, you swung.

The first thing you felt was shock. Then triumph.

Then fear.

You were still cornered, and you had just pissed him off.

…

You lost your arm that night.

You didn’t let the other mechanics see it, however, and fixed it yourself. Now it too was mismatched against the rest of the silicone and metal that covered your endoskeleton. The handlers didn’t question it, thankfully, and assumed one of the others had done it.

The chases continued, but now they felt personal. He finally saw you as more than the regular S.T.A.F.F. Bots. He had finally actually seen you, instead of blankly hunting. Now he took joy in hunting you, he had turned it into a game.

The Moon had finally risen. And it was time for the real horror to begin.

You trembled in your break room closet as you heard him clawing at the door. He could easily knock it down, he just wanted to torment you. What a prick. Then it paused.

“Little mechanic~ Open the door… hehehe…”

You shook even worse, now. He hadn’t actually spoken to you before.

His voice was low and gravelly, taunting. He knew you knew he could just break down the door. The electric lock did nothing, he had more than enough clearance to open it.

How odd. After last night, you were sure he would’ve taken every opportunity to tear you apart, but now he’s just…

“Knock, knoooock…”

Tormenting you.

“Guess who… hehehe~”

Him staying silent was better than this, you think.

“Oh, wait… you c a n’t…”

For a moment, you wonder how Sun feels about this. You wonder if he feels bad, or if he simply feels nothing at all about you (That couldn’t be true… Could it? After all, you were a simple repair bot.)

‘Is he still there? He hasn’t said anything…’ You glanced at the bottom of the door.

‘Ah. There he is.’ One of his deep black eyes, staring at you almost curiously, bore right through you from the crack under the door. You stared back. He studied you for a moment, and his deep purple pupil seemed to fixate on the mismatched side of your face. His faceplate twitched to one side. You tilted your head in response. And just like that he was gone.

‘What. The. Fuck.’

After… Whatever that was, it was more him trying to corner you than anything. If he caught you, which didn’t happen often anymore, he would still hurt you, but never anything big enough to warrant another trip to Parts and Services.

You didn’t know what to make of it. Maybe he realized that if he actually broke you to the point of decommissioning, he would no longer be able to play the game he’d made the chases into.

At least he didn't want to actively murder you anymore. Maybe.

Hopefully. Probably not.

(Starshine?)

(Did I…?)

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

here in my kingdom, i am your lord, i order you to COWER and PRAY!!!

sometimes i think abt how the only reason Moon singled out/continuously harassed Readerbot was bc they could feel fear and it made chasing them down and pulling them apart so much more fun than dismantling any of the other animatronics and i wonder how long it would have taken for him to permanently break them so they no longer reacted when he chased them. what would he have done. would he have lost interest immediately. would he have been annoyed. would he have destroyed them beyond repair in a blind rage bc they were no longer playing the game properly. would he have missed them, in some strange morbid way. would it matter.

[romayer2]

Simple and quick sketches for today, because I'm too lazy to do complete drawings ಥ_ಥ

I'm hoping to make up for it with a little comic about the reader and their renewed body. It's been on my mind for a while now.

@bones-of-a-rabbit I hope you'll like it. I love love LOVE every new chapter✨

[romayer2]

Still can't get the @bones-of-a-rabbit 's story out of my head...

Update: a lot of people have asked about a link to the fic. I left it in the last post, but I'm duplicating it again for ease of searching :)

[romayer2]

I'm baaaack!

I finally finished the wip! I wish I had the energy to draw more.....

Art for @bones-of-a-rabbit ✨ I love every chapter I've read!

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

a little continuation of this set of doodles i did ages ago sdjfsdhfjksdh

don't worry they didnt overheat this time lol

[romayer2]

Boys just love carry little you, hehehe

I'm just a little obsessed with @bones-of-a-rabbit 's story and can't get it out of my head.

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

what if. readerbot met Eclipse. and Eclipse, who is both Sun and Moon combined, also had both Sun and Moon's collective love for readerbot all stuffed into one big stupid silly baby brain. and what if Eclipse also had absolutely zero self control and immediately turned into a pile of big soft mushy love dovey feelings as soon as he made eye contact w readerbot. and meanwhile readerbot, who has not been clued in on the fact that Sun and Moon are both head over heels for them, was struggling hardcore to process the unstoppable stream of Eclipse's pure unbridled love being beamed directly into their brain with zero filter whatsoever. like what if tho

(eclipse accidentally kills his staffbot spouse by being a teeny tiny little bit too intense, thats what)

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

glitch-eclipse suffers from cuteness aggression in the readerbot au. sorry i dont make the rules

[romayer2]

Absolutely all readers after the first chapter of the @bones-of-a-rabbit 's story: