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WELCOME BACK! If you don't mind...

How are you doing? You holding up okay?

hi hun! Tysm for caring <3 I'm feeling a little better. Physically, I'm still sore and ache every where and emotionally I'm exhausted but I've had my wife and kids here to help <3

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Ig this is my official post to say I am back? I can't promise I'll be as active as I used to and will only be on weekends for now as I get back into the swing of things :]

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Happy pride month from me, a huge lesbian and my Mia, a bi trans woman :D

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Hi all. A quick announcement, i'm so sorry

I am unfortunately going to have to take a break from tumblr. after everything that happened with my wife and now there is something else. I have unfortunately suffered a miscarriage, and it's been hard. It happened this morning, and I am not in the best shape of mind. Ever the optimist, I hope to be back on soon but I need time to process this, and mourn.

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tried to copy Rachel's style

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"It's not okay! Look at you!" He called for assistance, for someone to clean up and take over Rody's duties whilst he gently lead Rody out of the dining area.

He gently tugged him around the kitchen into his office instead but he didn't stop there, not until he gently pulled him to the stairs leading up to his apartment.

His heart was racing, worry and fear overtaking his mind and heart. He was worried for Rody! What if he was hurt really bad!

Vincent didn't stop until they were both in his bathroom. "Take your shirt off," He spoke plainly, trying to hide the worry he felt as he grabbed a first aid kit from under the sink, a pair of tweezers and bandages at the ready.

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Rody genuinely didn't mean to lose his balance with the wine glasses sat precariously on the tray he was holding. In fact, he had always been so careful in the past, no matter how busy the restaurant got or how many people needed him, He had gotten much better at attending to people's needs over time, able to move from one table to another effortlessly.

It didn't matter that he was being worked extra hard that evening or that he could barely feel his feet as he rushed from the main restaurant to the kitchen with every order. Rody's hands were as steady as ever, as were the trays he held.

They had to be, especially because he could feel his boss's eyes staring straight at him every now and again, and he definitely didn't want to mess up when he was watching. And so he made sure to work extra hard whenever he knew that Vincent was keeping an eye on him.

That was why it didn't make sense when suddenly, his legs gave way when he was carrying a tray of wine glasses filled to the brim. It was like someone had deliberately kicked his feet from behind so he would fall, but Rody never got the chance to see because he was falling, and worse still, right into his boss, who wasn't looking at the time.

He tumbled into him, the wine splashing between them as the glasses toppled to the ground, Rody along with them. He heard the smash of the glass, as well as a few shards cutting into his skin, but he was too focused on looking up at Vincent, eyes wide with horror. "I- Vincent, sir... I am so sorry!"

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Vincent had kept an on Rody for most of the day. Not because he was suspicious of him but more worried. Some cooks had spoken about him in the kitchen (but promptly was... punished) but additionally, he had received complaints from patrons.

He knew Rody was a hard worker, he never let him down. He turned up at work on time, stayed overtime, and spoke to Vince too.... He couldn't hate or fault him. He was a good worker.

Which is why he was confident enough to look away to speak to a patron whilst Rody was working. He heard the gasps and yells before he heard the smashes of glass. He gasped himself when red wine spilled across his uniform but he was more focused on pulling Rody up.

"Don't lie there!" He yelled, but it was clear he wasn't angry. He was worried, maybe even scared. He pulled Rody up quickly, checking him over for cuts, wincing as he went to pull glass out of his skin.

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Rody genuinely didn't mean to lose his balance with the wine glasses sat precariously on the tray he was holding. In fact, he had always been so careful in the past, no matter how busy the restaurant got or how many people needed him, He had gotten much better at attending to people's needs over time, able to move from one table to another effortlessly.

It didn't matter that he was being worked extra hard that evening or that he could barely feel his feet as he rushed from the main restaurant to the kitchen with every order. Rody's hands were as steady as ever, as were the trays he held.

They had to be, especially because he could feel his boss's eyes staring straight at him every now and again, and he definitely didn't want to mess up when he was watching. And so he made sure to work extra hard whenever he knew that Vincent was keeping an eye on him.

That was why it didn't make sense when suddenly, his legs gave way when he was carrying a tray of wine glasses filled to the brim. It was like someone had deliberately kicked his feet from behind so he would fall, but Rody never got the chance to see because he was falling, and worse still, right into his boss, who wasn't looking at the time.

He tumbled into him, the wine splashing between them as the glasses toppled to the ground, Rody along with them. He heard the smash of the glass, as well as a few shards cutting into his skin, but he was too focused on looking up at Vincent, eyes wide with horror. "I- Vincent, sir... I am so sorry!"

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Francis had dealt with transphobia from almost everyone in his life. From his parents to residents in his old building before moving and having his ex-wife accept him, as well as the likes of Alf and Roman, who were older and didn't quite understand but wanted to support him.

But this? Francis was struggling. Tears were building up in his eyes as he snatched his documents away, putting his entry request in his pocket and slipping his picture next to his picture of Ana, a small smile appearinf on his lips before glaring up at Freddy again,

"Mmm, I'm not scared of you. Call me a woman, call me Carolyn, i'm used to it all. But my name is Francis. Whether you choose to call me that or not is up to you. But I know the people who respect me will use my name."

"Mmm, hello?" Francis called out, looking around the building. It was a very strange environment, somewhere he had never seen before. Francis frowned when he couldn't see somewhere to give his ID so he just clutched it to his chest, desperately looking around.

Funtime Freddy peeked out at the new visitor from the safety of the Breaker Room, faceplates rippling with interest as he watched the new stranger. How fascinating. He wasn't dressed in the typical purple of a security guard, and he certainly didn't have the confidence or personality of a guard. Freddy tilted his head as he waited for the other individual to come closer, changing his voice as best as he could to mirror the 'intruder' exactly, an amused "Mmm, welcome... haven't seen you around before..." the voice replied. It was hard to keep the voice sounding bored and dull, but he managed it.

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"No! I am not a doppleganger. My name is Francis, the D.D.D haven't changed my documents yet!" He exclaimed in a panic, so desperate for Freddy to believe him. He wanted to cry, he couldn't stand this.

He clutched his wallet tightly, hoping to be able to see his daughter again, if ever. He needs to convince Freddy he's not a doppleganger. But how?

He was in such a panic, he couldn't even use his little vocal stim, just so panicked, staring up at this robot desperately.

"Mmm, hello?" Francis called out, looking around the building. It was a very strange environment, somewhere he had never seen before. Francis frowned when he couldn't see somewhere to give his ID so he just clutched it to his chest, desperately looking around.

Funtime Freddy peeked out at the new visitor from the safety of the Breaker Room, faceplates rippling with interest as he watched the new stranger. How fascinating. He wasn't dressed in the typical purple of a security guard, and he certainly didn't have the confidence or personality of a guard. Freddy tilted his head as he waited for the other individual to come closer, changing his voice as best as he could to mirror the 'intruder' exactly, an amused "Mmm, welcome... haven't seen you around before..." the voice replied. It was hard to keep the voice sounding bored and dull, but he managed it.

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Starter call for Vincent!

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I am a part of that force that eternally wants good and eternally commits evil.

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La Gueule de Saturne. At first, Michael hadn't bothered to spare the building a glance as he made his way to and from work in the middle of the night and early morning. It seemed peaceful, yet very refined. Nothing to what he was used to.

But after the incident at the sister location to his father's restaurant chains, he began to grow more and more paranoid, burning every restaurant he believed to be related to his father and his plans. There was nothing in particular that drew his attention to La Gueule de Saturne, nothing other than the fact that it was near the sister location and that Michael was close to going mad with his own fears.

Breaking in through the back door was surprisingly easy, and he walked in calmly with two jerrycans of gasoline in his hands. It didn't seem like anyone was inside, so he made his way into the main kitchen, looking around. There didn't seem to be anything immediately wrong to him, so he walked into another room, shivering at the sudden cold. The freezer.

Michael turned away, walking into the main kitchen again, not caring how much noise he made since he thought he was alone. Where the hell were the bodies being kept? Where were the weapons? The animatronics?

Vincent was exhausted. it had been a long day, as well as Rody continuously bothering him, He had to keep punishing chefs when they messed up. He flopped on his bed, just completely exhausted and tired.

He jumped up from his small slumber when he heard noises in the kitchen. he looked terrified, slowly getting up and going to his own kitchen to grab a knife.

He walked down the stairs slowly, smiling when he saw his office door was still shut before slowly opening it. "Whoever is there, I recommend you leave. Now."

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For something a little silly for a break from everything haha

"I actually think it's quite obvious.

Mr Afton, there's the murders. I don't think anything else needs to be said.

Mr Cha- Char- Mr Vincent... Didn't you try to eat someone?

Mr Mosses, you... uh... you'd probably try to stay out of problems and then get swept up into some political debate..."

- Gregory (He's a little shit)

colour coded haha

"Well.. The murders were needed. Additionally. I don't think that's the worst thing..."

"I wanted to get my taste back. Also, I didn't actually eat them!"

"Mmm... I wanna stay out of this."

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Francis couldn't help the scream that left him as he jumped back, panic across his face but it passed within a second and wasn't sure if it had actually happened. "Mm, what?" He exclaimed in a panic.

He slowly handed his things over. Doppelgangers had been more common now so perhaps this robot was a way to protect people? He wasn't sure...

The words were so cutting, it was as if Francis had been stabbed with the look of pain and hurt that crossed his face. He snatched his documents back, a hurt "They haven't been updated yet. Yes, I am Francis. I hated my long hair. That's why I cut it."

"Mmm, hello?" Francis called out, looking around the building. It was a very strange environment, somewhere he had never seen before. Francis frowned when he couldn't see somewhere to give his ID so he just clutched it to his chest, desperately looking around.

Funtime Freddy peeked out at the new visitor from the safety of the Breaker Room, faceplates rippling with interest as he watched the new stranger. How fascinating. He wasn't dressed in the typical purple of a security guard, and he certainly didn't have the confidence or personality of a guard. Freddy tilted his head as he waited for the other individual to come closer, changing his voice as best as he could to mirror the 'intruder' exactly, an amused "Mmm, welcome... haven't seen you around before..." the voice replied. It was hard to keep the voice sounding bored and dull, but he managed it.

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Tell me why my muse would get cancelled

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Send “It’s not your fault” for my muse to have a complete mental breakdown in front of yours