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go my vintage shelly (trilobite moment)

vintage shelly was outrageously popular in the vintage show! her modern redesign, though, threw longtime fans off...

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vintage skin jumpscare!! ahh!!

i'd imagine that if these guys were canon, they'd be in the same boat as the Christmas toons in seasonality. bring 'em out for the series anniversary week, then once it's over - back to the basement they go!

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gryla of the woods ft. swapscythe and swapbroker

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out of context swap au quotes

(none of these are canon to the au btw, just for fun!)

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wanted to show off how swapboxes' visor works! forgot the exact word for the type'o graph, so let's go with spectrogram. the bars raise or lower depending on the voice of his volume - or the level of energy emitting from his horns.

(also how i'd imagine he'd sound, too! the mask has a voice modulator.)

audio can be found here

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swap au - hey wait a minute

something's off...

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Howdy, Oswald!

Occasionally, an unwanted apparition's signal will not be suppressed by a mascot program or any other workarounds approved for Fazbear Technicans. In these cases, it is common for the apparition to attach to the mascot program instead of the inverse - this phenomena creates a "mimic" program, a malicious file which copies and restrains the signal of its mascot program. These codes are referred to as "Memories", as they are simple remainders.

Should one encounter a Memory, it is advised to immediately shut down the portion of the AR system it is in, and flag the spot. A Memory able to be observed by a Virtual Augmented Neural Network Integration unit is a massive threat to the cybersecurity of the Pizzaplex. A skilled programmer will take it from there.

(More stuff about the Illusionary Memory AU here!)

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Evidence of a Break-In

this was an old piece i decided to finish up :) i've always adored the setting of Security Breach, so i wanted to make some in-universe notes and thingamabobs and such!

(Security Card logo art belongs to Steel Wool.)

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The augmented reality of the Pizzaplex is one of the marvels of the modern age. It acts as not only a separate layer of highways to traverse for Fazbear Entertainment technicians, but digital servers for the AI within the building's premises. In all respects, it is an attraction of its own, unable to be viewed fully by the hardware limitations of Virtual Augmented Neural Network Integration units. Being as it is made for exclusively artificial entities, the AR World also suppresses unwanted apparitions left over from previous incidents. Whether said apparitions are due to programming bugs or other glitches, the AR World effectively constricts their signals and ensures no harm is done in the physical world. In this way, the AR World is simultaneously a net for external interferences and a roof for internal instances. "Illusions" (mascot programs, e.g. Helpi) are coded in by Fazbear Ent. employees in order to further mask and obscure unwanted apparitions, among their other purposes.

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Phighting! Swap AU Excerpt

“I’ll need you to remove the mask.” The earthshaking command was simple, plain, and painstakingly monotone delivered through Medkit’s voice - but for Boombox, Medkit might’ve well as ordered him to turn towards Skateboard and shoot him in the head. It was a death sentence. If not for Skateboard, for him. The swift battering of disapproval that always followed after he did what he was told was his silver bullet.

At his stillness, the doctor’s remaining eye narrowed, his gaze already riddled with the distaste Boombox despised. The quack doctor was probably used to everyone yielding under his glare the first time he utilized it; Boombox didn’t move an inch, provoking its cold iron to flip into even colder steel. 

“The mask,” He repeated. Skateboard visibly bristled out of the corner of Boomboxes’ eye, as spiky with rage as the prickly horn outcroppings jutting out of the doctor’s antlers.  “I cannot properly gauge your condition without seeing the extent of its damage.��

Only if you do the same, Boombox thought with a few inklings of humor. The guy’s mad-scientist’s-project eyepatch was an eyesore. “Can’t you?” He responded gravely. “The problem’s the horns, not my entire head.”

That earned him a sardonic snort unique to Medkit’s stuck-up self, only reserved for defamatory gossip about Subspace and people he called “impudent patients.” 

“Remains to be seen,” He exclaimed. “Your unintelligence is extraordinary.” Bringing a gloved hand to his face, he mimed a thinking motion. “You know what else remains to be seen? Your face so I can do what your petulant self asked me to and find out if this injury of yours is rectifiable.”

Skateboard returned the fatigued old man sassiness tenfold. “I thought Ultimate Healing could save anything,” He countered smoothly, sticking his nose into the air. “That’s what you bragged about, anyways. You shouldn’t need to see anything.”

Watching Medkit’s expression darken after his friend’s quip was actually a bit worrying. The maliciousness shining in his eye was something familiar, him having seen it countless times before when Medkit bore down on an enemy in rounds like a raving dog. Boombox didn’t want two demons with broken horns.

“Okay,” He interrupted Medkit before he could manage a rebuttal or bite Skateboard or inject him with cyanide or something. “Fine. I’ll take it off.”

Skateboard shot him a concerned look that he just barely caught before he lifted both of his hands to the sides of his helmet. The smooth material it was made out of seemed to cling to his fingertips, almost as if it didn’t want to be taken off.

Sorry, he mused. I don’t want you to go, either. He didn’t know why he felt so reluctant. He could care less about Medkit’s opinion and Skateboard had made it quite clear that he didn’t mind his face before. For some reason, whatever obstacle that caused his pause was intangible - flitting away whenever he tried to pin it down, like a bird. Maybe it was scared of him too. Maybe he was just so rotten that even his own mind didn’t want to talk to him anymore.

He wished he could fly away, too. He knew Skateboard didn’t mean to, but both his and Medkit’s gazes felt like metaphysical dissections. The issue wasn’t even his face. It was his horns. He had said that himself. 

Something light brushed his shoulder. He blinked under his part way off visor, meeting Skateboard’s stare. His red eyes were wide, see-through like stained glass - so easy to dust off and observe the going-ons behind them.

Boombox slipped the mask off. The hand on his shoulder squeezed reassuringly.

Medkit gave him a vapid smile, clearly ticked off. “There we go,” He said. “Not so hard, was it?”

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roblox mechanics

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Turbo + his saboteur siblings Hassle (green) and Halt (red). in their cartoon-goober-cabinet-art forms of course.

hc that Hassle tailgates your car and Halt prevents you from making progress on the track in-game! little devils!

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this guy just offered me a free brain surgery?! huh!?! what a great deal!

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(some) Phighting Swap AU Phonecalls

Swapbox

Swapvalk: "Hi, Boom! How's the hitman job going? You...killing it? Heh, heh! ...No?"

Swapdom: "Yo, Boombox. Make sure you lock your phone. Someone mistook our number for a pizza place...not a bad side gig, though, if things with the boss go south."

Swapspace

Swapvalk: "Hellooo? Ooh, it's you! ...No, no, you're not supposed to know me yet. Hi from the future...heh, heh!"

Swapdom: "Seems like you found the guy you were looking for. But is Blackrock still worth chasing?"

Swapkit

Swapvalk: "You're that Healing guy! Great auntie Windforce is a big fan of yours. Tough crowd to please...I'd know. He-he-he!"

Swapdom: "How is that cure going? You're on version what, five hundred and sixty-something? I'd advise you to give up, but you left the ability to do that behind a long time ago."

Swaprocket

Swapvalk: "Hi - wait - no? This isn't - Bloxy Pizza - WHAT?! PINEAPPLE ON PIZZA?! You monster."

Swapdom: "Would you like some wings with that order?"

Swapbio

Swapvalk: "Woah, wait - is this an answering machine? Okay. HOW. TO. ESCAPE. BANLAND. Got that? ...I'm not hearing an answer..."

Swapdom: "So, you're the stolen device Blackrock is freaking out over. You don't sound so robotic once one gets over the voice. No, not at all...I've met demons more mechanical."

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local british thieve's den resident wins worst mom of the year award, proceeds to challenge awarders to sword duels

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a Fella for your troubles

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