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[Cassie flinched, an unintended consequence of Gregory's residual anger towards the wolf. That said, the feeling seemed mutual -- he braced himself as Roxy snapped back, convinced that nothing had changed in her programming since that night. Unlike before, however, she seemed to show restraint...but maybe that was because Cassie was still in her arms.]

❝ I'VE got nerve? You tried to KILL me! ❞ [Over a year ago, sure, but Gregory was one to hold a grudge.]

[He was fully prepared to keep arguing, but stopped in his tracks when Cassie managed to calm Roxy down. He'd resorted to violence in the hopes of getting Roxy to leave him alone -- imagine how shocked he was when Cassie got Roxy to back down with a simple touch. Gregory didn't trust Roxy ( obviously ), but Cassie's control over her eased his nerves. At least he wouldn't have to be worried about getting mauled, right?]

[But that still raised some concerns. If Roxy hadn't been the one to do this, then what had? Monty? Chica? The thing in the basement, maybe?? His stomach knotted at the thought. He knew she'd gotten herself in deep trouble -- that much was proven by the silence that followed his instructions -- but he really hoped that he hadn't been too late. If that thing HAD gotten ahold of her, she was really lucky to be alive.]

[Cassie started to explain -- she made it to the elevator, which should have been a good thing. It should have taken her back to safety and kept the thing trapped in the basement. Hell, he'd reviewed the Plex's floor plans with Freddy to figure out where a working elevator might be! Had it not worked??]

[He felt his blood run cold when she finally spoke again.]

❝ Did I -- huh? ❞

[Had he dropped the elevator? The one and only hope to get his cousin out of there in one piece?? No way. At least, if it HAD dropped, he definitely hadn't intended it -- no elevator could be totally safe in a collapse like that. Still, he'd planned that route with Freddy...it was the only safe option. He wasn't going to have Cassie FIGHT that thing -- Gregory wasn't even sure if he'd be able to break it, the way he had the other Glamrocks -- and he sure as hell wasn't going to tell her to try and go back the way she came.]

❝ No! No, Cassie, I was trying to help! It should have been safe. I just wanted to get you out of there, I... ❞

[Shit. He'd been so focused on defending himself that he'd spaced over the fact that Cassie had been DROPPED from an elevator. Thank goodness she was okay -- she WAS okay, right? He thought again to how she'd struggled just to take a breath earlier -- fuck, they needed to get her to a hospital now!]

❝ Wait -- the elevator dropped!? Holy shit, Cassie, are you okay?? ❞ [There was no mistaking the panic in his eyes; he might have been the type to avoid seeing a doctor at all costs, but Cassie was definitely in urgent need of medical care. Gregory couldn't deny that. He had to get her out of this place -- Freddy probably knew some first aid, right? Vanessa could also drive them there! She was the only reason Gregory had been able to make it here in time.]

[He just had to hope that Cassie would go along with him. From the sound of it, she thought that he'd intentionally dropped the elevator -- unfortunately, he couldn't really blame her.]

❝ You don't have to trust me right now, but at least let me help you. We can get you to the hospital, okay? It's not safe to stay here anyway. ❞ [He threw a wary glance in Roxy's direction. She was exactly the sort of threat he was talking about.]

Cassie’s hearing aids may have been on their last legs after everything, but Gregory’s snap is still loud enough to make her flinch. Whether the flinch was due to loudness or it being from a voice that seems to try and kill her a few minutes ago could be debated for later. Roxy’s quick to snap back just as fast, Cassie slightly wondered if she was a real wolf if heckles might be raised right now.

“Did I do this to her? You have some NERVE to say that after what you-!”

Cassie puts a gentle hand on the robotic wolf which gets her to stop, she had said she wanted to be the one to face Gregory here. Carefully turning herself , still in Roxy’s arms, doing her best to try and face Gregory. Tired holding back tears and she takes a deep breath which just results in a wince, yep definitely bruised or broke a rib in there.

“I m-made it to the el-elevator, and I need to know..I n-n-need to….was that still you in th-there on the r-radio was that-.”

Cassie had a feeling it had to be quite a contrast in sight compared to what Gregory was used to from her. Gone was the girl who’s grin was sometimes too big for her face, nose and freckles having to scrunch to make room, who had such bright lights in her eyes. Before him was something broken and small , like a cat down eight lives and terrified of losing the ninth.

“D-Did you dr-drop the el-elevator?”

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REWRITING CANON || ALWAYS ACCEPTING! || @twoiesfnafocs

twoiesfnafocs asked: ☠ ― Send me a scene from my muse's canon and I will write it in my style! The Proto Freddy chase scene

❝ Freddy! Freddy? ❞

[The child's voice was distant, scratchy, as though being played through an old phonograph. Freddy stirred, but upon booting up, he realized that he had no visual input. His sensors indicated that he was trapped; rubble surrounded him, pinning him to the spot.]

❝ Are you okay? Please be functional... ❞

[Regardless of his own situation, there was a child present. He struggled to free himself; his limbs twisted and corrected themselves. Once his feet were firmly on the ground, he pushed himself away from the pile of debris; he stumbled backwards a bit, disoriented. He would have to visit Parts & Service later...but for now, so long as he had an audience, he had to perform. He couldn't just sleep on the job!]

[Before he did so, however, he scanned his voice registry ( since he no longer had a visual to work with ). If this was her first time here, he had to greet her accordingly. In no time at all, he came up with a name: Cassie. She was a frequent visitor here; he recalled nothing but fond memories with her. He turned to face her, mustering as much enthusiasm as he could while greeting her.]

Ç̸̂͝Ä̶͕̣͕́̾̈̕S̶͎͙̲̓S̸͙͒͝I̵̪̅̀͜E̴̡̱̝͚̽̆̉!̶̙̲̅̐͌̈́ (CASSIE!)

[To his dismay, all he heard was a vicious roar; that couldn't have been him, right? He would have stopped to perform a check on his voice box, but he heard Cassie scream. Oh, no...]

[Perhaps that had been him -- or perhaps there was another threat he couldn't see. In either case, the girl was running off; it was against his programming to leave her alone while she was scared, even if she was scared of him. He stepped forward, gauging his surroundings via haptic feedback. In good time, he finally kept up with her; as such, he tried once more to speak.]

I̸̻̩͌̿̆̈́Ṭ̴͈́́͝ ̶̗̩̐I̸͎̒͛̈͝S̶̻̈́̊̄͠ ̶̣̌̂̆̏Ọ̶̰̘͕̐K̴̦̋̔̋͌Ḁ̷̺̮̃̀Y̵̬̌.̴̢̉͆ ̵͓̊͋̃Ī̷̢̟̫̣̔Ț̴͕̦̓͐̆͘ ̸̧̪̈́̈I̴̲̲̽̇̾S̸̰͂́̓ ̶̛̬͙̞̊̅̎O̵̲͍͂͒̽͘N̶̥̈́Ḽ̶̢͌Y̴̥͗́ ̴̦̽̿M̶̤̈́̈̂͌Ȇ̷̯̦̎̀.̷̨̰̟͓͆ (IT IS OKAY. IT IS ONLY ME.)

[Again, he heard a guttural roar. He heard her footsteps quicken, heading towards him at first; there was a mechanical whir, followed by her running away. Confused, Freddy continued on in her direction, slowing down now that -- according to his internal compass -- he was headed towards a dead end. He reached the wall, but...]

[There was no trace of her. He looked back and forth, bewildered. As far as he knew, she couldn't have escaped, right? Was she hiding?]

[After a few moments of scanning the room, he came to accept that she was not here. Perhaps his sense of direction had gotten mixed up; now that he was no longer in the vicinity of a guest, he attempted a self check-up...only to realize that the results would not be displayed if he couldn't see. Still...it didn't take a genius to realize that something was horribly wrong.]

[Perhaps he could make his way over to Parts & Service. If they were open, he would have to be very careful not to run into another guest...especially with him having scared the last one. Once he was patched up, he could apologize to her...]

[With a destination in mind, Freddy took one last "look" around the room; no Cassie. He turned around; hopefully, even if his navigation was indeed in disrepair, he would be able to remember how to get to the stage elevator.]

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I’ve been watching a lot of game grumps recently and thought it would be perfect for these two 

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☠ ― Send me a scene from my muse's canon and I will write it in my style!

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POV you are michael afton [original]

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had an epiphany

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i know i've already done this a couple of times now but what if i revamped vanessa...

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funtime freddy how the FUCK do you know these things

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official comeback announcement:

SO. i'm back (i always come back). i'm gonna treat this like a usual return and reply to some old things, BUT i will most likely be dropping a ton of threads depending on whether i still have muse for them. i also need to clear out my inbox because i look at the numbers in there and start sweatin kfjsdfkjs;;;

if there are any threads you want me to hang onto, let me know!! and since i haven't been able to do real starters lately, here's my meme tag. i might make some lyrical starter calls at some point, but that's a future me problem.

i will also be redoing my tags (slowly but surely) and MAYBE drop some muses (no guarantee, though).

but yeah- here i am! let's f.naf some f.reddys!

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My husband wants to open a "diner with animatronics," and it is tearing our family apart

I’ve been with my partner for 8 years, we have 2 twins - a son and a daughter - and a teenage son. Our relationship has been a little rocky, partly due to his investment in his inventions and my focus on my own career, but we love each other deeply, and always will. He has been mostly working on robotic toys for our young twins, as of late, and selling off the ones that don’t appeal to them. Aside from that, though, he is the one looking after the children most of the time, as I’m usually preoccupied with my own work.

For the past 4 or so months he has been floating the idea of opening a “diner with animatronics,” with increasing seriousness and dedication. It is not obvious what this entails, so I ought to explain. He envisions a small diner which would be headed by two mascots, a bear and a rabbit, who would perform songs and dance on a stage in the front of the diner for small children. An arcade would be set up near the stage, so the children could also entertain themselves that way. All the while, the diner’s main dish would be pizza, which is somewhat unfitting for a place that calls itself a diner. Something I ought to add is that these mascots would be able to dance and sing all on their own, thanks to his skill with robotics, but they could also be operated by my husband and his friend (I will get to him later) and function as suits, despite still having the robots’ parts compressed inside of them.

I’m going to reserve my commentary on the merit of this idea until later (I imagine you can guess), but I should explain that my husband has never shown a remote interest in opening a diner or even massive animatronics until around 4 months ago, when he met his friend, William. William is something of an entrepreneur, and since meeting him my husband has become encapsulated by this idea. Over the past two weeks William has convinced my husband that he ought to use all of our savings to open this diner, which would burden our family with an enormous amount of financial uncertainty. We had a huge fight about this two nights ago, during which I said some things that I have come to regret, insulting his diner idea, his creations, and his new friend William.

During this fight my husband argued that he ought to be allowed to follow his dreams, and that his idea is good because “William came up with it and William is an experienced entrepreneur and entrepreneurs are smart.” This honestly does not seem like the man I fell in love with, who was creative but also pragmatic and level-headed. His fixation on William seems to have massively clouded his judgment, and I don’t believe it is possible to rely on this “diner with animatronics” idea to feed our family of five.

How can I convince my husband that this idea is bad without hurting him or damaging our relationship? He is incredibly sensitive about it, and would seemingly jump through 1000 hoops to come to the defense of William, a person he DID NOT KNOW just 4 months ago.

TL;DR My husband’s bizarre idea for a diner is going to leave our family without financial support, how can I convince him of this?

(based on this)

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rough redesigns of michael and henry :)

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pov: you are william afton

(inspired by the haunted golden freddy youtooz)

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i hate U. U STUPID MOTHERF.

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Anyways can we talk about how perfectly ridiculous the phrase "The Bite of '87" is and just how perfectly the line was delivered back in FNAF 1? The perfect amount of absurdity and atmospheric horror combined to make it something that no one questioned at the time but like dude imagine your kid gets fuсking mauled by Mr. Charles Entertainment Cheese and the employees just start referring to the incident as "The Chomp Of '94". I'd sue

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todays an art day so im thinking abt doodling some redesigns for michael ...