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FNAF AR Tarot: Anna Kwemto, Queen of Swords

Published: Jun 1, 2025

https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/1201420286

For my own FNAF AR eMAYil month (i could not resist the pun), I decided to draw each of the characters from the emails that I listed as Tarot cards based on who they are in my AU.

To make the cards fit the modern characters, I had to substitute some things. I replaced horses with rolling chairs, thrones with cardboard box thrones, and the pentacles are pentacle decals on the backs of devices. Everything else somehow works.

As for backgrounds, I generally went with the idea of the card's backdrops being formed by some haphazardly placed standees that coincidentally looks like the tarot card's backdrop in order to mix the traditional tarot background with the contemporary characters.

The cards I picked are the ones that Mina - a Medium, and she's the lady that survived Twisted Wolf - would pull if she was doing one of her one-card-summary-of-you readings for them.

For Anna, I picked the Queen of swords. Her clear-headedneds and drive to create a space where everyone can thrive guided Mina's hand to this card.

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FNAF AR Tarot - Steven Willson, The Magician

Published: May 25, 2025

https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/1198701914

For my own FNAF AR eMAYil month (i could not resist the pun), I decided to draw each of the characters from the emails that I listed as Tarot cards based on who they are in my AU.

To make the cards fit the modern characters, I had to substitute some things. I replaced horses with rolling chairs, thrones with cardboard box thrones, and the pentacles are pentacle decals on the backs of devices. Everything else somehow works.

As for backgrounds, I generally went with the idea of the card's backdrops being formed by some haphazardly placed standees that coincidentally looks like the tarot card's backdrop in order to mix the traditional tarot background with the contemporary characters.

The cards I picked are the ones that Mina - a Medium, and she's the lady that survived Twisted Wolf - would pull if she was doing one of her one-card-summary-of-you readings for them.

For Steve, I picked the Magician. This was a pull that Mina just felt fit, and she wasn't entirely sure why. It didn't help that she fumbled the card after she drew it, but it felt as if the card was meant to be both upright and reversed. His subconscious willpower kept Adelaide hidden from even himself: his own true power against Adelaide's deception.

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FNAF AR Tarot - Ness, Nine of Swords

Published: May 18, 2025

https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/1196061492

For my own FNAF AR eMAYil month (i could not resist the pun), I decided to draw each of the characters from the emails that I listed as Tarot cards based on who they are in my AU.

The cards I picked are the ones that Mina - a Medium, and she's the lady that survived Twisted Wolf - would pull if she was doing one of her one-card-summary-of-you readings for them.

Unlike most of the cards, this one has a more normal backdrop of a nondescript megaplex back room, as the swords make up the background intrigue. To get all the swords to fit, I had to take two off the wall and stick them in the floor, reminisce of the PQ3  arcade in RUIN.

For Ness, I picked the 9 of swords. She had her agency stripped away, and was trapped in a hopeless situation. Mina pulled this card for Ness to show her that her struggle was seen, and that even after Ness became the Warden, the scars of the struggle still remain, and Mina can still see them.

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FNAF AR Email Breach: Nessie's help

Finally, the conclusion to Email Breach. The answer to why the animatronics all suddenly stopped.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65232349/chapters/168991180

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Nessie never wanted any of this.

She wanted - no - needed help. She needed to escape her horrible situation. But that thing that had melded with her mind kept everyone who could help her away.

That thing called itself William Afton, after the founder of Fazbear Entertainment, and after dealing with it for long enough and attempting to erase him after he tried to spread to a contractor's systems, she realised with despair that he was the real deal: no program would have survived what she'd done to him to wipe him from their systems.

Only a ghost would have survived.

She thought of Jim.

William had forced her hand and made her kill him so that she could take over providing technical support to the contractors. William had needed him out of the way so that he could hide in their systems.

Nessie was supposed to hide William, help him lay low.

She had betrayed William by dragging him out of the contractor’s systems and attempting to erase him.

She dreaded to think about what happened to the lady who had left the tapes. Had she been forced to do things like this? Or had she chosen death, just like Jeremy.

She dreaded to think about how William would punish her for her betrayal.

Perhaps this was it: William had made her use the tech support credentials to gain access to the contractor's systems again. He made her lock them out. He made her switch off the safety on the animatronics.

She didn't want to hurt anyone, but she also wanted to live. But this wasn't fair.

Her life was worth far less than the many people who would die now that the animatronics were free to roam and kill as they pleased.

It wasn't fair.

She could see each of them on the CCTV footage, each approaching their own grizzly curtain call.

It wasn't fair.

She wanted to do something, anything, but...

'Wait...' Nessie thought to herself, 'I... CAN do something!'

Nessie found herself still able to move of her own accord. She could do something.

Her hands danced across her keyboard, each keystroke her own doing, and she was able to get back into the animatronics systems.

She had to deactivate the animatronics to reinstate the safety measures.

As each contractor was dragged closer to their doom with each passing second, she had to prioritise.

One of them was bleeding out on the floor, thrashing about. She sent out a full deactivation command to all Plushtrap and standalone Endo-1 models. The animatronics stopped attacking him.

Another was about to get decapitated. Just as fast she deactivated all Circus Baby models and Foxy models. The Springtrap models were all unique cases, so she had to deactivate the toxic waste Springtrap specifically.

She felt like it took her way too long.

Mangle, Ballora, and Toy Freddy were about to kill another contractor, so she had to deactivate them.

Mangle first, then Toy Freddy, then Ballora.

The minirenas dropped to the floor, and the animatronics that were attacking the woman deactivated.

She found a fourth contractor on the cameras, yet she found that the Clown Springtrap had already been deactivated, but not by her, and the Escape artist Golden Freddy, who she also found deactivated, was somehow still moving, but seemed to mean no harm. Something about what she was witnessing told her that someone else had gotten around to saving this man before she did.

She was grateful.

She couldn't find the fifth contractor, so Nessie went through a mental list of all the animatronics that may be out.

Bonnie. Freddy. Chica. Those were the main three.

Then she deactivated the other listed animatronics, sending the full deactivation command to each group of animatronics.

Then, she sent a 're-activate safety' command before smashing the freshly wiped laptop that William had made her take from Jim's old desk.

The animatronics wouldn't be a threat for at least some time again, and William would need to take at least some time to gather the resources to turn off the safety on the animatronics again.

Ness didn't know what would happen to her after this. But as long as the animatronics didn't get to kill anyone today, she didn't care what happened to her.

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FNAF AR Email Breach: Mark's error

Fifth chapter! This time Mark Cho finds himself in a bit of a pinch, and thinking about that unknown error that kick-started this whole disaster.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65232349/chapters/168508384

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"I knew these things were bad news..."

Mark felt his voice falter as the banging at the door became relentless. He'd managed to hide himself away in the cleaning cupboard, but the animatronics had tracked him down anyway.

Whilst the door was thick and should stand up to some kicking and punching, the animatronics were beating the door down. He'd shoved boxes and racks in front of the door in hopes of preventing the mechanical assailants from getting in, but now he was unsure if it was even doing anything.

He pilled practically the whole room by the door, and all he could do was hope.

He thought about the unknown error, how it booted him out of his computer: that's what started all of this. One of the circuit boards put a virus on the system. Steven's tech support contact had been replaced, and the virus had been moved instead of erased. Then the unknown commands came and turned off the security features.

Everyone had been hectically trying to remedy the situation, but it seemed like everyone had reached a dead end: Jim wasn't replying to calls or emails, V_A had dropped off the radar too. Mark felt lucky that he had the time to check his emails in a time like this, but for the past hour, not much had come from it: the last email had been sent almost an hour ago, and Mark doubted that anyone would be in the clear to respond.

His thoughts were cut short by a loud crash as the animatronics finally broke through the door.

As the animatronics - the Escape artist Golden Freddy, ringleader Foxy, and clown Springtrap - fumbled with the shelving racks, Mark tried to back away, before remembering that he'd sealed himself in a dead end.

He was going to vomit.

He could see the animatronic getting more agitated as they failed at getting past the barricade, and he had a hunch that it'd only make it worse once they finally got to him.

For a moment, he forgot why he was hiding: what was he even waiting for? It's not like anyone was coming to save any of them. Steve hadn't been able to get a hold of Jim, so Jim was probably dead from the start. Everyone had tried phoning everyone, but there was no signal. Mark tried and tried again, and even found himself trying now, but he couldn't reach emergency services.

It felt like he was prolonging the inevitable, but he didn't want to die.

But the choice wasn't his to make.

The clown Springtrap gave the shelving racks a shove, sending them toppling into the cleaning cupboard.

It was only a small cupboard.

Mark had nowhere to move as the shelving units crashed on top of him, pinning him to the ground: he felt lucky that the shelving units were taller than the room was long, as whilst he was trapped under the shelving units, they hadn't crushed him.

But he was still pinned. He was still at the mercy of the animatronics.

The trio of animatronics stood over him.

Ringleader Foxy cracked his whip, and Mark felt a sharp pain on his face. He felt blood run down his face from the bridge of his nose, and as he tried to move his hand to assess the damage, he found that his arms were both pinned above his head at awkward angles by the shelves: he'd tried to steady the shelves, but all that had done was cause him to fall with them.

Then, escape artist Golden Freddy approached.

Now that the animatronic was closer, it finally sunk in for Mark just how screwed he was. He didn't have any of the tools to deal with any of these animatronics.

He couldn't access his phone and he couldn't even move his hands.

Water dripped from the animatronic and onto Mark's face as it closed the gap between them. He could hear voices in his head echoing a phrase, and static clouded his vision: he was pretty certain that the static wasn't from just the stealth module anymore.

The echoing grew into a cacophony, and his head begun to hurt.

'It's me.'

"Who are you?" Mark practically begged, "I can't tell!"

The answer didn't change.

It just got louder and layered.

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Everything went black.

When Mark opened his eyes, the animatronics were gone, and he wasn't trapped underneath the shelving racks anymore. He initially thought he was dead, but it hurt too much where the shelves hand pinned him for him to be dead.

He saw everyone around him, all looking worse for wear, and as Steve and Anna helped him to his feet, he realised that they had all somehow made it.

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FNAF AR Tarot: Mark Cho, Page of Pentacles

Published: May 11, 2025

https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/FNAF-AR-Tarot-Mark-Cho-Page-of-Pentacles-1193441850

For my own FNAF AR eMAYil month (i could not resist the pun), I decided to draw each of the characters from the emails that I listed as Tarot cards based on who they are in my AU.

To make the cards fit the modern characters, I had to substitute some things. I replaced horses with rolling chairs, thrones with cardboard box thrones, and the pentacles are pentacle decals on the backs of devices. Everything else somehow works.

As for backgrounds, I generally went with the idea of the card's backdrops being formed by some haphazardly placed standees that coincidentally looks like the tarot card's backdrop in order to mix the traditional tarot background with the contemporary characters.

The cards I picked are the ones that Mina - a Medium, and she's the lady that survived Twisted Wolf - would pull if she was doing one of her one-card-summary-of-you readings for them.

For Mark, I picked the Page of pentacles. His drive to learn more is unmatched. He may struggle with reading, but thanks to Anna, he had been able to study all the things he couldn't before, and he was able to follow his ambitions and become a programmer.

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FNAF AR Email Breach: Steven's self-hatred

Fourth Chapter! This time we're following Steve, who seems a bit pre-occupied thinking about how all of this was caused by the virus that had gotten onto the system via the circuit board that he scanned in.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65232349/chapters/168402811

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"It's my fault…" Steven kept on mumbling to himself as he hid behind a tool trolley. He had scanned in the circuit board that contained the virus. He had tried to contact Jim, but he'd instead accepted help from an anonymous member of Fazbear's tech support who went by V_A. He hadn't been able to get in contact with Jim.

He couldn't help but blame himself for the disaster that had struck: somebody from Fazbear Entertainment still had admin access to their systems, and that someone had been running admin commands, locking himself, Anna, Dan, Mark, and Raha out of their computers, and turning off the safety features that the animatronics had.

Now all of them were going haywire.

He had been cradling a broken wrist since the beginning: Broiler Baby had tried to hit him with her shovel, and he'd tried to cushion the blow with his hand. It had somewhat worked, as whilst he had a concussion, a broken wrist, and had been bleeding from where the impact had broken skin, he was still conscious and alive.

He had only gotten this far due to hiding, and changing his hiding place when he felt as if the animatronics were onto him. He'd been hiding like this for what felt like hours, and this was his third hiding spot.

But he wasn't sure how much longer he'd remain alive for.

Whilst he had been curled up behind the tool trolley, the animatronics had surrounded him, but he couldn't see them, as they had been cloaking themselves with their stealth modules.

He tried to back into the tool trolley, but as he did, one of the animatronics had yanked it from behind him, causing him to fall flat on his back.

Now he understood: he'd never really escaped those previous times: the animatronics had simply been playing hide and seek with a three strike rule.

This was his third strike.

He felt a heavy metal on his chest, and he braced himself for whatever pain came with being crushed, but nothing came.

He looked up, and realised that Broiler Baby didn't plan on crushing him: she planned on decapitating him.

She held her stoker shovel above his neck, and was lining up the killing blow.

He tried to look for any way out, but around him, a glowing green Foxy and a very purple Springtrap were to his left and right: even if he could escape from the animatronic that had him pinned, he wouldn't make it very far.

He didn't want to see what'd happen, so he closed his eyes: at least losing his head would be quicker than getting his chest crushed, right?

He flinched at the clattering of metal, but he could still feel his heart pounding in his chest.

He waited for a fatal wound, but none was inflicted. The pressure on his chest pinning him to the ground was removed also.

He was either very dead, or somehow alive.

He opened his eyes, and the animatronics had left his immediate line of sight. He couldn't even see the static from their cloaking modules.

After sitting up, Steve looked around: the animatronics were slumped over, deactivated.

The shovel that was going to decapitate him about a minute ago was now lying harmlessly on the ground.

Had Jim received his distress voicemail and email? Did Jim save him? Or did whoever was behind the attack decide at the last minute to spare him.

Was Jim even alive? Were the others even alive?

He had to find them. But getting up hurt - his head hurt. But he knew he shouldn't fall asleep.

He just had to pull through.

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The Chronicles of “Ness can’t sit right in a chair” continues..

Now with a more chaotic position, as well as an updated AR design 😃🌈🐰🧁

Edit: decided to make this an entry for FNAF AR email month event since one of the prompts is “nessie97” and.. well there she is 😬

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Is it too late to announce that I plan on drawing at least one character from the FNAF AR emails for every person who participates in the event that I am running on this sideblog?

Send me an ask containing your entry and your design for whichever AR emails character you want me to draw.

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FNAF AR Email Breach: Dan's distress

Third chapter! Now we're following Dan's predicament!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65232349/chapters/168015295

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Dan had given Steve many circuit boards in the past few weeks. Neither of them knew which one was the culprit that caused the virus that booted them out of their systems. None of them knew if this had just been an excuse to give someone over at Fazbear Entertainment admin access in order to run the commands that had kicked them out of their own network for a second time and turned off the safety features on the animatronics.

It seemed outlandish to think that someone would go through all that trouble just to kill a couple of contractors, but it was the only explanation that Dan could muster: the credentials of V_A had been legit. The only boards that had been scanned were Fazbear hardware. The rest of Fazbear's tech support wasn't responding.

Every step made Dan wince as he staggered to the bathroom: he'd already been attacked by piranha Plushtrap once today, and the little critter seemed to be hunting him down. If he didn't patch up his leg soon, he'd be too weak to run away anymore.

The creature's teeth had punctured what felt like a hundred holes in his leg, and putting any weight at all through it made it sting so much that he had almost fainted when escaping from it. It had only been the adrenaline that had kept him awake, and as he was hiding, that was beginning to fade.

He had tried to break up the trail of blood that he'd been leaving behind, but it wasn't going as planned: he'd always look back and see that even when he tried to make a decoy trail, there was always a trail leading directly to him.

He'd last broken up his trail by tossing down and sliding across the floor on a tarpaulin sheet. It didn't get him far, but it got him cleanly into his next hiding spot: a locker.

He crammed the tarp at the bottom to catch any blood, and hopped in before locking himself in from the inside.

He heard the animatronics pass him by, and he heard them double back on themselves. Whilst Dan planned to leave to find a new hiding spot soon, the animatronics were not giving him an opening: they kept on patrolling around where he had hidden.

He could slowly hear the footsteps getting more muffled, and his vision begun to falter; he knew that the animatronics were not getting any further away: he knew he was dying.

'At least I won't get ripped apart, right?' he thought to himself as he saw a Dark Water Bare Endo pass his hiding place.

Then it looked at the locker.

It seemed to see him.

'right?' Dan weakly second guessed himself as the endo stared at him through the ventilation slats in the locker's door.

A crash of metal accompanied the locker door getting ripped off of its hinges, and a metal hand reached in to grab Dan by the throat.

Dan tried to duck, but the tarpaulin slipped out from under him, taking his legs with it, sending him crashing to the ground.

As he fell, he heard the sound of water splashing off the tarpaulin and onto the floor. Had he really lost that much blood whilst hiding in the locker?

His head hit the floor of the locker. He stopped hearing. He felt as if he was under water. His vision continued to blur. The Piranha Plushtrap and Dark Water Bare Endo could now be easily mistaken for actual ocean dwelling fish.

And the pain in Dan's lungs as he slowly blacked out could easily be mistaken for drowning.

And people don't stay still when they down.

Dan begun to thrash about. His hands collided with jagged metal and his boots collided with a metal beam. He felt cold hands try to grab him, but he wasn't going to make it easy. He wasn't sure what he was kicking at, or where the animatronics were, and he couldn't even hear them.

He had no idea how long he'd been thrashing around for until something warm grabbed him. He tried to shake it off but it was stronger than he was. He couldn't hear, and he couldn't see. Whatever it was didn't seem to mean him any harm.

Dan went out cold.

The next thing he felt was his own breathing as he regained consciousness. He heard Anna, and then everyone else. If it wasn't for the pain in his legs and arms, he'd be sure he was dead, but as his vision returned, he saw that he had been bandaged up, and someone had put a saline drip into his arm.

Looking around, he saw that he had probably been the most injured out of everyone, including a random blonde lady who was probably Kayla from Fazbear Entertainment. But out of anyone who had fallen unconscious, he wasn't the last to wake up.

Mark lay nearby, breathing, but completely unconscious.

They were all alive, and apparently the animatronics had all just stopped attacking, but help still couldn't come soon enough.

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FNAF AR Email Breach: Raha's Tools

Second chapter! This time we're following Raha and someone else too!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65232349/chapters/167892742#workskin

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Raha rammed her drill into the door near the hinges: she had the certifications to use power tools, and by fuck, she was going to use it.

Getting outside had to be better than remaining stuck inside the building, even with the animatronics roaming the streets, but it was just her luck that every door out of this place was jammed. It was almost like anything that used any electronic mechanisms were now out to get everybody, and that included the electromagnetic locks on the doors.

She had already tried escaping through a window, but the mesh that sat between the glass panes had stopped that plan, and all she had on her was a battery powered drill, so getting the mesh out of the way was not happening.

She heard heavy metal footsteps echoing louder and louder, and she knew that if she didn't get out now, she'd likely die.

Raha shoulder barged the weakened door, but it wouldn't budge, even though she had already taken out the hinges, locks, and the automatic closing system. As she saw the animatronics that had been pursuing her - Freddy and Foxy - round the corner, she took a few steps back and took a running start to try and shoulder barge the door open.

Raha and the door crashed to the ground outside.

She scrambled to her feet and begun to run towards the street, but as she got a view of the road ahead, she was horrified: there were animatronics everywhere. It seemed that every animatronic in the special delivery service was going haywire.

But they didn't seem to be attacking anyone.

The animatronics were lumbering about as if on the hunt, cloaking and uncloaking, and then something clicked: could the animatronics only see the people who used or worked on the special delivery service? Or was attacking people out in the open too risky?

Then as Raha looked for somewhere to run, she spotted a lone person who seemed to also be a target of the animatronics wrath: a stuck-up looking blonde lady who seemed a lot less stuck up than usual right now as she was turning around on the spot, using her phone camera to try and spot the rapidly cloaking and uncloaking Chica.

"Kayla?!" Raha exclaimed.

Kayla looked over to Raha, and so did Chica.

"Where's your phone!" Kayla yelled as Chica begun to target Raha, whilst the Freddy and Foxy emerged from the alleyway.

Raha checked her pockets, and found the make-shift shocker she'd had to use to get the animatronics to shut down way back when she was removing the casings, but no phone.

"You have a shocker in that thing?" Raha asked as she pulled out her make-shift shocker. "I have a make-shift one."

"Uh..." Kayla realised that she had left her AR equipment back in her own office. All she had was her phone camera for pin-pointing where the animatronics were. "I don't."

"Great: we're doing this together then," Raha said as she ran to Kayla's side.

As Chica circled the duo, Freddy and Foxy drew closer, and as soon as Raha heard Kayla yell "NOW!", she spun around and was able to zap Chica just before the animatronic chicken could grab Kayla.

With Chica temporarily deactivated, Raha did something she never thought she'd do: she grabbed Kayla's hand and ran.

"We can't fight off two at once!" Raha yelled between heavy breaths as she ran, "Even with two of us!"

Raha had no idea if she and Kayla would ever be in the clear, safe from the animatronics, but she had to try.

"How is Chica back!" She heard Kayla yell.

"The shock doesn't keep them down for long," Raha yelled back.

Her legs were beginning to hurt.

Kayla seemed to have ditched her high heels back when they first started running.

Neither of them knew how much longer they'd be able to continue running for.

The sound of metal on paving tiles grew closer and closer. Raha and Kayla were both running as fast as they could, but the animatronics were gaining on them.

Raha heard a scream from behind her: she already knew that something had happened to Kayla. As she turned around to see if the blonde could still be saved from this mess, she collided with a body of felt covered metal.

Even if Kayla hadn't been caught, they'd have both been stopped in their tracks by Bonnie.

Kayla was lying face down on the pavement, unmoving, bleeding profusely from a gash in her back.

A purple felt hand wrapped itself around Raha's neck, and she wasn't sure if she should keep fighting or play dead.

It didn't matter, as Bonnie tossed her to the ground. Raha swore she heard something break, and the parts of her that collided with the floor first burned and felt wet.

Her vision had also gone blurry.

She braced herself for whatever the animatronics had planned next, but nothing ever came of it. After what felt like an eternity, the next thing she felt was too-soft skin grabbing her wrist and trying to drag her to her feet.

"Don't die on me!" Raha heard a voice that had to be Kayla's as she was dragged to her feet, finding herself with an arm wrapped around someone's shoulder as they tried to carry her.

"They stopped attacking," Kayla's voice rang through again, "you're not dying on me now we're safe."

Raha nodded - at least she thinks she nodded: the hit to her head has completely disoriented her, and she was probably going to need to go to a doctor - and tried to speak, but no words came out. But she did find her footing.

As Kayla practically dragged Raha to wherever she planned on getting help from, Raha couldn't help but wonder why the animatronics suddenly stopped attacking, and how close of a call it had been.

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We'd hate to think that we're alone, when everyone's just in the other room, and we just can't spot them.~AK

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FNAF AR Email Breach: Anna's stand

OMG I'm so excited to share what I've made for this event! I combined prompts and created an overarching story of what happened after the last emails in FNAF AR.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65232349

@fnaf-ar-emails-month

"No!" Anna's yell was stern and assertive, but who was she kidding: a simple 'no' wasn't going to stop the animatronics.

Since the security features had been remotely switched off, she had been separated from Dan, Raha, Mark, and Steve. She could only hope that they were alive. At first, Anna had thought about getting out of the building, but the animatronics from the Funtime delivery service were everywhere: not even the streets would be safe.

She had no idea where to go.

The last email she had received had been from Mark over an hour ago. She was fairly certain that Steve hadn't been able to contact Jim: she was fairly certain that Jim was dead. Even though that V_A had been legit, it felt like something had been off, that there had to be a reason why Fazbear halted the collection of the animatronics from their contractors after the virus took hold. A million thoughts rushed through Anna's mind: was V_A, or Fazbear Entertainment as a whole, trying to use the Funtime delivery service to get people killed?

She had to shelve the thought as the animatronics kept approaching: she tried using the emergency flashlight and shocker to try and hold at least one of the animatronics at bay. It worked for a while, until Anna realised that there were already too many to handle: minirenas had grabbed her ankles and had anchored her to the spot, Mangle had been getting to its parts before she could snatch them up, and the onslaught had drained the battery entirely, and just to add insult to impending doom, Toy Freddy had just drained what little battery she had left.

As the static from the animatronics modules drew closer, Anna tried to shake off the minirenas, only for more of them to grab onto her, pulling her hair and clothes, pinning her in place.

She kept on trying to struggle free, but every time she moved, the minirenas pulled harder. Anna tried to move her head yet winced and hissed as her head was yanked back by her hair this time. She tried to move her arms, but the little creatures dug their little hands into her skin and pulled her back up against the wall.

'Is this really it?'

Anna could only hear her own heartbeat in her ears and the thudding of metal on linoleum.

She closed her eyes.

She couldn't hear the thudding over her heartbeat anymore.

It felt as if what had been grabbing her lad let her go.

She was sure she was dead - and if she was, she was glad it had been quick and painless - but she still ached. She could still feel her own sweat.

She opened her eyes, and all of the animatronics had shut down around her.

The minirenas that once pinned her lay lifeless on the ground.

Either James had pulled through, or this V_A had just had a change of heart.

Either way, Anna slumped down on the ground, heart still pounding in her ears as she processed what had just happened.

The blood was going to be a pain in the neck to get out of her blouse, but she had to find the others first. She hoped that they had been as lucky as she had been.

[fnaf-ar-emails-month]

Event Rules.

Special Delivery: mail server party! FNAF AR emails month 2025

Ok yeah, these probably should have been posted with the prompt list and introduction, but here they are. ~N

Rules:

- You can do any prompt in any order.

- You can repeat prompts; you can do the same prompt as many times as you like.

- You can mix prompts.

- You don't have to rigidly stick to the prompt; it's supposed to inspire not restrict.

- NO AI generated anything.

- You do not have to do all prompts.

- You can start writing / drawing / crafting for this event whenever. Make whatever you want whenever.

- You can use this as an excuse to pull some AR art out of your backlog pile of stuff that you have drawn but not publicly posted (if you can match it to a prompt).

- Please state what prompt(s) you are using in any given piece.

- You can keep posting for this after the event is over; nobody will stop you.

- Whatever you make, tag and label it appropriately.

Be sensible. Please do not be the reason why this list of rules is extended. ~AK

2025 prompt list.

[fnaf-ar-emails-month]

Special Delivery: mail server party!

FNAF AR emails month 2025

Due to technical complications, users of the funtime delivery service received emails that were not addressed to them.

Thanks to this defect, we got to see some insights into the employees of Fazbear Entertainment and some of the contractors they hired!

So let's pull one of Fazbear's own strategies and have a party to try and make light of the chaos that was the behind-the-scenes of the special delivery service, from the virus that locked contractors out of their systems, to the nearly impossible feat of engineering that was re-making the mangle (as that thing from the 80's was definitely held together by a ghost)! Grab a drink, mind the sling and try to avoid agitating that bruise, and lets' have some fun! ~AK

The event will run from May 1st to May 31st, but let's be honest, you can do this whenever the hell you want (you can even prepare what you want to make now).

There are 31 different prompts, but you don't have to do all of them and you definitely don't have to do it on any specific day. The numbers are just an ID to separate one prompt from the next. Just pick and choose the prompts you like!

I was inspired once again by the many different fnaf event months (mostly the usual suspects tenacity in running these events, namely @vanessaverse-official and @puhpandas), so check them out when you get the chance.

Art, crafts, and fics are all accepted. AO3 collection: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/fnaf_ar_emails_month_2025

Tag what you make with "fnafARemailMonth2025" so that I can see it!

Also because tumblr doesn't like dashes in tags anymore (found it out when browsing my other event blog), if you want to tag the prompt tag it as 'num prompt'.

Edit: please also @ this blog in your entry, or DM this blog your entry, or @ this blog in the comments depending on if mentioning a blog makes the blog not appear in searches for you. Tags are not really working right now and neither are mentions, so do whatever you can to get your post in my line of sight.

Prompt text:

1 - Nessie97 2 - Red Flag / Help 3 - Luis Cabrera 4 - Off the radar 5 - Anna Kwemto 6 - "No" / Contractor 7 - Raha Salib 8 - Power tools 9 - Daniel Rocha 10 - Circuit boards 11 - Steven Wilson 12 - Virus 13 - Mark Cho 14 - unkown error 15 - Kayla Stringer 16 - Unforeseen circumstances 17 - Nora 18 - R&D 19 - Tristan 20 - Compliance 21 - Charles 22 - Haywire 23 - Isolde 24 - Vintage Hardware 25 - Jim Campbell 26 - Tech Support 27 - Admin Access 28 - Locked out 29 - All hands on deck 30 - Safety features 31 - catastrophic system failure