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spookikookiboo · 7 months

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Officer Dunn -FNAF Alternate Universe

@pudim-16-world asked " How does Dunn possess Glamrock Freddy in this AU?"

This was a really good question and one I wanted to tackle in semi-comic form. The version of events that lead to Officer Dunn possessing Glamrock Freddy are ones I have put my own twist on based loosely on the FNAF novel The Silver Eyes by Kira Breed-Wrisley and Scott Cawthon.

In my opinion Officer Dunn was a character that had a lot of potential and had an excellent base for true and meaningful motives that could have driven him and the FNAF lore forwards.

I’ll start with some background. Officer Robert ‘Bobby’ Dunn was new to the department in Hurricane, Utah. At the start of his career he had taken on a number of cold cases. One of which being Hurricane Utah’s most infamous, the disappearances of 5 children at local pizzeria, Freddy Fazbear’s.

Bobby dug into the evidence surrounding the events that transpired. He began investigating further, which led him to the doorstep of the then closed building that had once been operating as the restaurant in question. He made multiple trips to Freddy Fazbear’s and was able to uncover old files, blueprints of the building among other documents. All of which aided in fleshing out missing details from the original report.

The chief of police found out about Bobby’s ventures and advised against his continued digging. He was worried for his officer’s safety in a building that was legally condemned by the city. Despite this however Dunn returned to the restaurant, feeling he needed to take one last look.

It was raining hard the night Officer Dunn arrived at the rundown establishment. Upon going inside he had the strangest feeling that he was being watched. Bobby made his way to the back office, in the hopes of retrieving files that may have been left behind. Employee records, spreadsheets, checkbooks, anything.

The next thing he knew his throat felt like it was burning and he couldn't breathe. The last thing he saw…was a rabbit. Decrepit and laughing wildly as it loomed over him while he bled out on the dirty checkered floor. Bobby’s world went dark… The moment that he was self aware he found himself standing in that office. With no concept of how much time had passed or- what happened to him. Thinking it had all been a strange dream he attempted to leave but each time he tried he would wind up right back where he started… in the office.

Bobby soon met them. The little ones. The children who had gone missing. First there was one…the bravest. Then there were two. Soon he was in the presence of more.

They were scared...Bobby realized almost like he had forgotten- that they were the reason he had come here. Any relief Bobby had felt by finding them evaporated when he realized they were like him. Gone…just not entirely.

Over time Bobby gained their trust, learned their names and heard their stories.

Each child had met the same golden rabbit dressed in purple who lured them away from their families and led them to their end. Bobby promised them that no matter what happened… he would protect them. He would not leave them and that somehow…he would see justice carried out.

They stuck together from that day forward, becoming some version of a family. Bobby had always wanted children and they needed him. The officer took it upon himself to ensure nothing happened to any of them. The children showed him the suits that their bodies had been hidden inside of. One of them… the bravest, had excitedly shown how he could manipulate the robot itself. Making it talk and do exactly as he wanted rather than whatever it had been programmed to do.

The Animatronics were their safe space, the item they felt secure to hide away in. Bobby, having not been stuffed into a suit at his end, had the freedom to move about where he saw fit…on an endless security patrol. After all, he had no reason to hide.

The case files that Bobby had looked into, stated that five children had gone missing from the Pizzeria but he had only met four. Gabriel who resided within Bonnie, Susie who remained within Chica, Fritz who hid inside of Foxy and Cassidy who took up residence inside Freddy. Cassidy was the only child who ever hid from Bobby, wanting nothing to do with him. She was aloof and untrusting. Angry and spiteful. She had died on her birthday and she definitely asserted herself to be the ringleader of the others at least for a time.

At first Cassidy would use the Freddy suit like the others but eventually she seemed to vanish entirely. Losing interest in the suit like a child outgrowing a toy. They all looked for her but never came back to them. It almost seemed as though she did not want to be found.

Bobby had thought maybe she had…passed on. Moved on, perhaps found peace? At least that is always what he had hoped was true. Though he was not entirely sure, sometimes he thought he could still hear her. Eventually with her absence persisting and the children wishing him to stay closer to them Bobby begain to occupy the Freddy Animatronic.

He has been inside every sense. Every rendition the mascot has undertaken , every upgrade. It's still him. Hiding like the rest of them. In plain sight but unseen.

Over the past forty years Dunn was able to put together the full story. Which quickly became stranger than fiction .

One of the founders of Fazbear Entertainment, William Afton, was responsible for the murder and disappearance of the children, Officer Dunn and countless others who had worked for the company. He was tried and acquitted of all charges…found not guilty by the courts due to the lack of evidence. Meaning he got away with it. He got away with all the lives he stole.

The justice system failed…but karma seemed to come back around for Afton. In a fitting twist of fate that man who had dismembered and stuffed the bodies of small children into the suits of animatronics met his end inside of one. He died…but he didn’t leave. He remained inside that crumpled bunny suit until Bobby walked into that office. Giving him a new victim.

William Afton’s soul lives on…free from meeting the justice for his actions and free to continue his twisted experiments within the catacombs of the pizzaplex. The children’s souls can not truly be at rest until he is gone for good and Officer Dunn has sworn to put an end to this cycle once and for all. Protecting everyone to the best of his ability, as he swore to do when he first donned the badge.

~Spooki🖤

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springtrappd · 13 days

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the fnaf movie cast & crew on matthew lillard's performance:

OFFICIAL CHARACTER DESCRIPTION FOR STEVE RAGLAN:

A smug career counselor charged with helping Mike find a job, Steve Raglan has zero sympathy for the burdens of the unemployed. Played by horror legend Matthew Lillard, star of the original Scream, Steve seems to take a perverse pleasure in forcing a desperate person, like Mike, into a situation that’s less than ideal. It’s Steve who suggests the night guard job at Freddy’s to Mike, and who then bides his time, like a spider, until Mike reluctantly agrees to take it.

TAMMI & SCOTT IN ‘UNIVERSAL PICTURES PUBLICITY: FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY’S PRODUCTION INFORMATION APPROVED’:

“Matthew Lillard was terrific,” game creator and film producer Scott Cawthon says. “There was a long list of people we were looking at for this role. I was leaning toward Lillard early-on because I had great memories of seeing Scream in the theaters like twenty times with my roommates in college, but when a close friend of mine told me what a great guy he was in real life and how he took such good care of his fans at conventions, I knew he was the right person for the job. I told Matthew on the phone during our very first conversation that after the movie comes out, no one will even be able to imagine anyone else for the role, and I stand by that.” Landing the actor was a coup, says director Emma Tammi. “Getting Matthew on board was just incredible,” Tammi says. “He brought so much zaniness and electricity into the mix, and he had such attention to what Five Nights fans would want to see.”

'MATTHEW LILLARD ON "HUMBLING AND EXCITING" FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S' SUCCESS AND CREATING AUTHENTIC EXPERIENCES FOR FANS' (in The Hollywood Reporter):

CULLINS: For people who are not familiar with the game, how would you describe your character? LILLARD: I play a character that is living in plain sight in the world, and he is a horrible monster. Toward the end of the film, when my daughter can’t handle a situation, I have to step in and take over. I do not accomplish that goal and end up meeting my demise. It’s the first step in a journey that has this rich canon that spans multiple video games. I play a monster who, at the end of the day, gets his comeuppance and is thrown into this horror realm that he created. The hard part about playing this part is the pressure I put on myself to honor the fans, to deliver a great performance in an iconic role. There are millions of kids worldwide, and people that started playing as kids and are now adults, that have an expectation that this film will deliver on a really great level. So, being this iconic bad guy, the amount of pressure I put on myself to not suck is pretty extraordinary. That’s the hardest part.

TAMMI IN 'FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S FILMMAKER EMMA TAMMI TALKS THE "LOOSE ENDS" TO TACKLE IN A SEQUEL' (for The Hollywood Reporter):

DAVIDS: Before and after the reveal, I did catch some Stu Macher/Scream vibes from Matthew. I recognized that familiar live wire that he plays so well. Did you encourage that? Or did he just know instinctively that this guy warranted a bit of the same crazed energy that Stu had? TAMMI: Gosh, it feels like catching lightning in a bottle with Matthew because he just brings so much to the set and in the moment. And on that day in particular, we were just trying a bunch of different things for a bunch of different takes, and he was really coming alive in that [Yellow Rabbit] suit for the first time. Of course, we’d done some rehearsals with that suit, but it was a whole other deal once the camera was actually rolling in the properly lit pizzeria. So he was just going for it on every take and doing something different and really exploring in the moment. We just needed to make sure that we were there to capture it all. So, yes, there was definitely a back and forth between the two of us in terms of trying different things and really maximizing his menacing movement in that suit. But at the end of the day, he was just bringing all of his brilliance and improvisation to the table, and we were so lucky to be rolling on it.

LILLARD IN 'FNAF: FROM GAME TO BIG SCREEN' (DVD Bonus Content, via YouTube):

I've been really jonesing, like really coveting an opportunity to get a chance to get back into the horror genre. Getting a chance to work with Emma has been lovely. I literally, when I'm in that costume I'm blind, and so I rely on her like very few performances I've ever had in my life, to help me... sorta craft this character on the fly, physically in how we're telling the story and where we're at in the lore, and how that applies to-- y'know, all of the information that's out there and available, it all comes through her [Emma Tammi] and she fills us with what we need.

BONUS: the official guidelines for Raglan's facial hair, courtesy of Makeup Department Head Ashley Levy (via Instagram); "Also included: proof we take our facial hair design *very* seriously around here."

#speaking!#movieverse #long post #theoryposting #fnaf #YES HE WAS BLIND.#WHILE NONE OF THE SUIT PERFORMERS COULD SEE WELL #HIS WAS THE ONLY PART #WHO HAD TO ACTUALLY /WALK/#& RUN & INTERACT W/ OBJECTS #INSANELY IMPRESSIVE PERFORMANCE ALREADY #BUT MIND-BOGGLING W/ THAT INFO.

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almacambiondaughterofsaleos · 9 months

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Virgin Vivziepop/Chad Scott Cawthon

I am going to be straight up despite how people Scott Cawthon for his donations to conservative politicians he’s the better person than a lot of progressives have tried to hold up Vivziepop in the past. He actually takes criticism to heart and even tries to make fun of himself and not try to throw a tantrum when people hound him unlike Vivziepop. I am not an active part of the FNAF fandom, but I treat the flaws of the franchise as passable because the fan stuff is fun and Scott now lets other do their stuff after that campaign where SJWs harassed and gave death threats to him.

And funny enough Vivziepop got on the bandwagon and even tried to subtly justified he was getting what was coming to him for donating to wrong people in her mind. And the two faced heifer worked with him in the past, but turned on him when it was popular. And again it really shows what kind of a friend she truly is and it should have been my first sign she was a pos.

And again while Cawthon has issues with his franchise, but think about this he actually took that advice to heart rather than wallow despair when his Bible based stuff didn’t work. This girl on the other hand when people have criticized her since Zoophobia she just ignores and treats them as haters and as a result she ends up having her projects fall apart and people are noticing the major flaws. Unlike Scott, Vivziepop isn’t a humble person she really wants to be right and can’t stand the fact. As a result she will be in for a rude awakening when she realizes people no longer can be kept under her spell with her usual tricks.

#scott cawthon #fnaf #anti-helluva boss #anti-hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #helluva boss critical #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #hazbin hotel critique #hazbin hotel critical #anti-vivziepop #vivziepop #vivziepop criticism #vivziepop critical #vivziepop critique

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blametheeditor · 17 days

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A Song Without Its Lyrics

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Character A's best friend, Character B, is mute. That sure as hell doesn't stop Character B from somehow being the brightest, most expressive person starring in Character A's life.

Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of treating others as lesser than. Mentions of calling others 'pests'. Mentions of select mutism. Mentions of death and murder. Mentions of being apathetic

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“If you just listen for two seconds-”

“Why should I? Everything you’ve said up until this point has been worthless.”

Vincent almost wants to yawn, watching the conversation between Scott and David go in yet another circle. Not that he cares if an agreement is made tonight. No one knows he’s even here, and he wouldn’t have bothered to show up if William hadn’t commanded him to make sure the negotiations didn’t get too out of hand.

Literally. The owner of Fazbear Corporation might be worried a certain egotistical employee will abuse the fact he’s a giant and therefore grab a certain ‘supervisor’ who’s small enough to fit in the palm of his hand in the heat of the moment, but Vincent knows that wouldn’t happen. Not when pests don’t deserve to so much as even look at him, none the less have the honor to be held by him.

Though, ‘negotiations’ is a bit of a stretch. Scott has been negotiating and trying his hardest to get David on the same page. It’s David who refuses to budge, finding every excuse imaginable to disagree with something he might have even thought of but refuses to give in solely based on principle.

It’d be admirable and entertaining if it wasn’t so childish. To be honest, Vincent’s unsure what they’re even discussing currently, nor the original reason why Scott, Eggs, and David met up at Freddy Fazbear’s.

Personally, at this point, he’d take Eggs out of timeout to contribute to see if anything can get done tonight, even if it’s something as simple as setting up a schedule for every restaurant on when the mechanic can run diagnostic checks and fix anything that’s needed. It might not even be part of the agenda, but at least it’d be something.

“Look, we need to work together on this, and-”

“I don’t want to hear another word,” David interrupts yet again. Which is a bad look all around, using the fact his voice can overpower Scott’s effortlessly to gain complete control over the situation. But Vincent isn’t here to be a babysitter, or report to William the man that was hired partly for PR is nothing but a bully behind closed doors. If Scott can’t handle such petty tactics then he’ll need to learn how. “William might listen to your idiotic suggestions, but it’s clear you have no idea what you’re doing considering I’m here. So shut up and let me work.”

Despite being several feet away from where Scott stands on a table in order to be on an ‘equal level’, though the attempt is completely ruined by the fact David’s standing to ensure his shadow is cast over the miniscule figure, Vincent can see the sandy haired man’s expression clearly. Every shift as the look goes from fear, to anger, to despair, finally landing on determination.

I’m not going to shut up. You are going to sit down and we are going to converse like God damn adults.

It’s only when David doesn’t respond with confusion written all over his face does Vincent realize Scott had signed the words rather than say them out loud.

And then Vincent isn’t hiding in the shadows at Freddy Fazbear’s, waiting for the business man to react. Instead, he’s sitting at a table. In a different though similar restaurant. With a much younger Scott Cawthon sitting beside his hand. One that isn’t purple. Without a single look of trepidation aimed toward it.

...it’s been a while since he thought about his life before William.

“Did I do something to earn the silent treatment?” he had asked. Gently poked Scott in the attempt to get some kind of reaction. Because it was the first time his best friend wasn’t ranting about how a mother blew up on him even though her ire was directed toward another coworker. Or excitedly discussing the fact their bosses were working on a new project and they’ll be one of the first ones to see it.

It concerned him. Scott was the only one who saw Vincent’s words and actions as more than just him being an annoying asshole. And he didn’t want to lose the human’s friendship if he crossed a line somewhere.

He was glad he didn’t receive a glare or a yell for demanding attention when it clearly didn’t want to be given. But even though the headshake given was immediate and decisive, nothing was said. Which meant he was still worried, just for different reasons.

The worst part was the fact Scott looked so upset, panicked, and yet still not a single word was spoken.

“Has the free food left you speechless?” Vincent mused. “We have it, what, a minimum of five times a week if not more? But this time it managed to blow your mind how amazing reheated frozen pizza can be?” He hadn’t thought about it before, considering it’s not something you really focus on, but it was then he realized just how expressive Scott was. Maybe because he’s human, and being around giants has you unconsciously doing everything in your power to always be heard or noticed. It meant Scott should never play poker or else lose all of his money, but it also made it easy to see the relief that Vincent wasn’t upset. As well as the cautious hope that slowly began to appear.

Vincent was happy to continue. Tapped his chin as he hummed in thought. “Going for a world record, then? Longest without saying anything?”

Scott rolled his eyes dramatically with a look of ‘really?’.

“Hey, I won’t judge. But don’t expect me to help, you’ve got to time it yourself.”

It was so brief, a blink and you’ll miss it moment, and it didn’t help just how small the human is. But Scott looked hurt by his words.

Which meant Vincent swept him up. There wasn’t even a yelp, but a finger was hugged in order for Scott to steady himself from the sudden action. Looked up at the giant with worry.

“We’re watching a movie at my place.”

“I’m sorry,” had been the first thing Scott said to him the next day.

It pissed Vincent off his best friend felt the need to apologize for something that seemed out of his control. Wanted to find whoever put the idea Scott should be ashamed of it and punch them in the face. “What for? I thought we had a great time of you silently agreeing all of my opinions are correct and should never be challenged.”

There was a wince, but there was also a smile. “I, uh, kn-know it’s annoying.”

“Annoying?” Vincent asked. “Unless it’s annoying for you, it’s anything but annoying for me.”

“You weren’t, but I, I couldn’t-” Scott sputtered, looked genuinely confused. “H-How?”

“Adds to your charm, Scotty,” Vincent smirked. “Like your stutters.”

He didn’t ask why. And Scott didn’t tell him.

But the next time it happened several months later he sat the human down. Forcefully. Because Scott avoided him for as long as possible before the giant managed to snag him. “Do you know ASL, Scotty?”

That stopped Scott from running away. Which was best for all of them considering all Vincent had to do was pin him without any effort.

He was suspicious, uncertain why that was the first thing asked, but shook his head no.

“Then you and I are going to learn it.”

Because even though Vincent knew how to sign and read important phrases, and could go through the very tedious process of conversing by spelling every single word out, he was far from fluent. But he would like to be. He wanted to for a while ever since he learned in order to make sure every child could be included whenever the band started to play. Giving Scott a voice when his own didn’t work was just the last push he needed.

To be honest, Scott would’ve been fine on his own without learning any sign language. It’s impossible to misinterpret what the human was saying considering just how expressive he was, but there would be scenarios when being able to say what you mean and want would be crucial.

And there did come a time when Scott’s only words was strictly through signing. When William came into their lives. When the human could no longer express any kind of emotion.

When Vincent finally realized what took his best friend’s voice away.

That’s why, for the first time in years, Vincent feels a wave of protection grip him with an iron fist as he fully registers why Scott is suddenly signing instead of speaking despite the fact David wouldn’t be able to read it. Because his voice has been stolen away. And this is the only way to say what he wants to.

A far cry from before when all he could do was obey without a way to fight back.

Vincent’s body is moving before he can tell it to, stepping out of the shadows with the intent to kill David where he-

“Oooooh, are you gonna take that, David?” Eggs suddenly asks, looking up at the giant with a wicked grin. Manages to freeze Vincent in place by words alone.

“Take what?” the business man demands.

“Scott telling you to sit down and stop being an asshole!”

Vincent feels the pounding rage slowly subside until he’s backing into the shadows again before any of them manage to spot him. Stares at the blond human who was able to make sure Scott was heard.

“No I’m not going to take it. He knows nothing about keeping a restaurant running properly.”

I’m not saying I do, I’m saying there’s things you should know about the building Afton hasn’t told you about.

Scott started signing halfway through David’s growl, but Eggs had been watching to listen to both. “Scott’s got a good point, though. William might have trap doors lying around.”

David stares down at them. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Sit down and Scott’ll explain!”

Surprisingly, the giant does. Grumbling all the while, but he does. “Explain about the possibility of trap doors.”

No trap doors, but it’s worse than that.

“The vent’s were replaced with snakes!”

No.

Vincent ignores the rest of the conversation. Feels his entire body finally relax. Left to try and understand what happened, and why there’s a small piece of him that hadn’t been there before that’s still wanting to go to Scott’s side.

With it clear Eggs is acting as a mediator, the purple man quickly makes his way out of the building before turning down the sidewalk leading to William’s office. Knowing that in a few hours, Scott will join him to report what was able to get accomplished. Because nothing has changed. William’s word is law with Vincent and Scott his messengers to obey every word said to them without hesitation.

So why does it feel like he’s losing his best friend.

#I haven't done a Bingo prompt in a hot minute #and while I'm motivated to write there's been a clash between time and energy #so no continuation on the big stories this week #but I'm working to have one out next!#as long as other responsibilities don't take up all my free time again #that's mine dang it #have a good weekend!#FNAF bois #g/t #giant #tiny #Prompt Roulette By Title #L3 #BTE writing #cw #content warning

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makerofmadness · 4 months

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hey y'all can you STOP spreading misinformation about people online just because it's been deemed morally acceptable?

you know the post going around saying "Scott cawthon supports Israel" yeah that post is literally the only evidence of this you can look it up right now I did it myself when I saw it and NOTHING COMES UP SAYING HE'S MADE ANY STATEMENTS ABOUT ISRAEL AT ALL. And OP hasn't even acknowledged my addition to their post either. People keep spreading the misinformation though and now people are trying to say we should treat fnaf like it's the terfwizard books or something.

and basically no one else seeing that post except in the replies even BOTHERS to fact check they all just BELIEVE IT and keep spreading it around???????? And I saw some people in the replies say that even when they found NO EVIDENCE, they would believe it anyway just because "he's evangelical/republican"

no. If we get to the point where we just spread and believe disinformation about people unchallenged, that will be weaponized against people who are undeniably good. This is why we stand up against stuff like this no matter how much the target may or may not "deserve it:" to have a fair world, no one can deserve something like this. It's cheap

Yeah OP's silence on the post to my response and refusal to provide evidence is what I'm taking as confirmation that it's entirely fabricated. If you see a post saying Scott supports Israel: do your own research, for the love of God. Stop believing random tumblr users on everything. (I know, I know, rich coming from a random tumblr user, but still-)

#Fnaf #five nights at freddy's #scott cawthon

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wario-speedwagon · 8 months

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Dave and Old Sport Adopt a Kid: Chapter 6

Thank you for your patience friends! I finally have the next chapter of these bozos and their definitely-not-found-family! I hope you enjoy and have a fantastic day! Full Chapter below the cut as always :)

Chapter 1 Chapter 5

ALSO!!

I wanna extend a huge shoutout and thank you to @miss-maam-ava and @an-artist-place-for-extra-art for drawing fanart!? I'm still utterly blown away by it, so again thank you!! Their art is at the end of the chapter, so do go check it out, and check out these awesome artists!

Chapter 6

Jack’s worn-down car–how he acquired it, he’d rather not admit–rolled into the Walmart parking lot, and after a poorly aligned attempt at parking into a spot near the front entrance, the colorful cast exited the vehicle. Jack exited the driver’s seat door, standing and basking in the cooling 8pm air as Dave and Pruny exited from their respective seats.

But Jack could quickly hear Dave trying and failing to open the wrong door.

“I got it.”

So Jack opened the driver’s side back door and held Pruny’s hand to help her down to the ground. For some reason, the other back door on his car refused to budge open anymore some years ago. A minor detail that Jack had never particularly felt a relevant urgency to fix before.

There were a lot of things about his life-style Jack was starting to have to consider from an outsider’s point of view; things he’d previously learned to ignore the shame of. Things he’d previously accepted were fine left broken but now would have to be fixed–no, leave all that to Dave to sort out; Jack owes nothing to anyone.

But as they silently walked across the lot for the entrance, a sudden lack of company stopped Jack’s train of thought in its tracks to notice Dave stopping behind–

“Hey, kid,” he said to Pruny rather softly as he knelt down– “you wanna hop on my shoulders again?”

Yet again, the girl obliged Dave's offer with a curt nod and surprisingly little hesitation. So Dave bent down even further as she climbed onto his back. You’d swear they were real family if you didn’t know better.

“So; seeing as we came here without so much as a list of what to get, we should probably at least run through what we’re here for.”

“Right, good idea...” Though the two aubergines were more preoccupied with adjusting comfortably to Pruny being sat on his shoulders.

“So, uh, Pruny?” But he didn’t have her attention immediately as she balanced herself against Dave’s long neck. Though it then occurred to Jack that figuring out what things she’d prefer wouldn’t be as simple as just asking her anyway.

“C’mon, let’s start with the clothes.”

“Alrighty.”

“...By the way…” Jack turned his attention to Pruny, or rather, her shirt; “Why on earth did you get Pruny a size extra large? No way that’s all they had left?”

“C’mon, you gotta give a growin’ kid at least two sizes up! makes it last longer.”

“It also makes her look ridiculous.”

Pruny clutched her shirt sleeve as if in subconscious defense of it.

“We’re gonna get you nice clothes that actually fit you, and then you’ll know where I’m coming from.”

Dave rolled his eyes as Jack forged ahead for the kid’s section of the clothes area.

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Peter…

The name resonated voicelessly from nowhere, from somewhere inside of himself. He couldn’t tell what the importance of it was.

‘He’? Oh... he would be Scott Cawthon of course, he was reminded.

Yet this Peter was more than a name… he was needed to crack some kind of code.

But…

…But all mulling about codes and names was put aside when he promptly remembered the time; no, he didn’t have the time to daydream, he still had toast to finish and he should be out the door for work in five minutes or so. Not that Freddy’s was picky down to the minute about tardiness, but his bus sure was. It had all admittedly been much easier at his previous job when he and Carolyn could more easily coordinate around their one car.

Whatever. This job hopefully wouldn’t have to be for too much longer.

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“Dave, keep in mind that I have to afford all this,” Jack said while Dave dumped a fourth skirt into the cart. Considering that Pruny had not done much more than stand there and nod approvingly, it seemed more like Dave was picking out her clothes than she was. But at least he was picking out medium sizes like Jack told him to.

“‘Afford’? Please, Old Sport, consider this all on me!”

“Oh? You don’t strike me as someone with much buying power.” But as soon as he admitted it aloud, he immediately noticed the error in his assumption.

“Yeah, I guess ‘buying power’s’ a creative way to put it...”

Jack was no stranger to shoplifting himself; the Freddy’s “pay wage” would have made sure of that if his own relaxed morals hadn’t already beaten them to the punch. But usually his shoplift attempts were more… well, they didn’t usually involve a growing pile of colorful clothes.

That, and being orange was conspicuous enough. Being an orange dude accompanied by two purple people was getting them several looks.

“There any other ones you want, Pruny?”

Pruny responded by looking around the place thoughtfully. Despite how much Dave towered over her as he looked down at her (there must have been a four foot height difference between them), she didn’t show any nerves anymore–not since they’d gone home, now that he thought about it. She even made direct eye contact with the men that were almost going to be her murderers.

Why did that thought put such a chill through Jack’s spine? Should he unpack that later–?

After tilting her body around a rack of shirts, Pruny started running off to the section next door, looking back at them briefly as she ran to make sure she was being followed as she headed for the shoe section. Jack was happy that Pruny seemed to be enjoying all this so much.

“I guess she’s right, we haven’t gotten her new shoes yet.”

“Hmm. That might present a slight hiccup… But hey, ole Davey always finds a way in the end!”

“What, in your shoplifting scheme?”

“Yes, that. You can’t wear more than two pairs of shoes at once; believe me, I tried.”

“...Two ‘pairs’?”

“Eh, it’s not a big deal, actually. They’re not gonna give enough shit to strip a man of his shirt.”

“Ah. Comforting.”

The two’s walking pace finally caught up to Pruny who was already excitedly inspecting shoe box after shoe box in a row. The mother and her son at the other end of the aisle unsubtly excused themselves upon their arrival.

Pruny then seemed to settle on a pair, as she reached to take the box out of its shelf and then took it to show its contents to her–...

…What were Dave and Jack to her right now? Guardians? Jack hoped not… And what would that make him and Dave–

But Jack immediately brushed the unanswered questions aside to inspect the pink sandals Pruny was holding up to them which each had a pinker plastic flower adorning them.

Pruny was beaming up at both of them as if awaiting validation, so Jack naturally put on his old brotherly smile. “I like them, they're very cute.”

“Yeah!” Dave interjected, pushing himself forward with interest. “Do they fit ya? C'mon, go try 'em on right now, let's see how they look on ya!”

Dave took the box from her and knelt down to her level. As Pruny took off one of her incredibly worn tennis shoes, Dave took out and held the corresponding sandal out to her, and she accordingly slipped her foot into it.

“There! Fits just right like a princess!”

That got a shy blushing grin from Pruny who directed her gaze strictly down to her feet.

This whole ‘princess’ schtick that Dave had been keeping up with her throughout their clothes shopping was getting a bit too cheesy for Jack who was glad that Dee had always been more tomboyish. But Dave seemed to be really enjoying their night of pampering their new friend.

But that begged the question, why was Dave such a natural at interacting with her? Considering, y'know... his latest past times... In some ways he even rivaled Peter’s doting… What would Peter have thought of Pruny if he were still around? He probably would have liked her–

–no, that's enough of that train of thought.

“Let's get you a pair of better tennis shoes, and then let's call it a night on the shopping, alright? It’s almost 10 o’clock.”

"Not without trying all her clothes before leavin'!"

"As long as you're quick about it, sure."

Pruny nodded and began happily inspecting boxes again on the other end where the more athletic wear seemed to be. Dave followed right behind her, also looking on the higher shelves for suitable shoe candidates.

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Peter’s mind wandered as he watched the scenery pass by on that bus... house by house, then building by building... Until that godforsaken bear’s face came into view again as the bus slowed to its next stop.

And then he arrived.

And then he was in his costume again.

And then he saw his coworker Henry.

And then there was blood. Everywhere–

H-His blood–

Scott woke up with a jolt.

…And that always means the beginning of another tedious day of the Freddy’s grind– No, there was silence where usually an alarm was blaring on his desk; and sure enough it's still only 10pm. Strange. He doesn’t usually wake so spontaneously on his own.

And as his tired mind tried to lull itself back to sleep, Scott’s mind therefore drifted back to ‘Peter.’

Peter, huh? Another one of those dreams again. They never left him feeling right. Rather, they left him feeling… unsatisfied... with something he couldn’t pinpoint. He theorized maybe a part of him was jealous of this fictional guy’s life, after all, anyone would dream of a better life than being a Fazbender’s Phone Guy.

But there he went wanting again when he had no business expecting anything better of life.

But then his mind jumped to Jack and that girl–Pruny. Seeing those two this evening, it was uncanny.

…uncanny… how…?

Scott drifted back asleep before he could question it further. After all, Dee was already done with her homework and he hadn’t even started dinner yet.

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“Well, that’ll do nicely! Just like nothing ever happened!” Dave said as he and Pruny exited the changing rooms, Pruny seemingly back in her original clothes that she came in after trying everything on. But she was evidently not nearly as comfortable as before with how tight everything felt on her.

“Where’d that tangerine go? That bastard musta wandered off somewhere.” Dave didn’t think they took that long to change. But their cart was still there where they left it at least.

Dave then looked down at Pruny who was clearly rather awkward in all her clothes. Understandable, but she’d have to deal with it for now, at least until they get to the car. Sure was a good thing he got her that Extra Large to cover it all up, huh! He patted her on the head as if to reassure her before gesturing to the self-conscious girl to follow along as he wandered ahead in search of– ah! There the man was, not far off and conveniently on his way back carrying… a couple somethings.

“Why hello there, old sport! Whatcha got there?”

“We can’t be forgetting socks and underwear in all of this excitement, can we? Rookie mistake.”

“Ah, suppose you’re right.”

“These should probably fit her based on her pants size. Otherwise we’ll just ret–” …Wait, can you even return stolen goods? …Well, upon checking their price again real quick, Jack certainly wouldn't be very interested in paying for these now anyway.

“…Did ya have to get the most boring color imaginable? White!? C’mon now, she’s a girl, give ‘er some pink or something!”

“What’s even the point of colored underwear other than upcharges?"

"Old Sport, we're not paying for them-"

"But I’m sure she has more than enough pink to last her a lifetime by now. Are you sure pink is even her favorite color?”

“Sure it is! Right Prune? You like pink, don’t ya?”

“Y-Yeah!” She said rather cheerfully without missing a beat.

…Jack and Dave both took an impressed moment’s pause. But Dave quickly jumped back in.

“See? It’s not like I picked everything out for her, y’know, most of this was all her choosin’ it out!” he emphatically gestured. But he gestured at Pruny in her god-awful oversized Toy Freddo shirt that she came in. Jack sighed, knowing better.

“...You’re really making her wear all of it at once under that shirt!? Can’t you smuggle it any better way?"

"I do this all the time, but I can't really do it for her, now can I? I already got shoes in my shirt."

"Still, poor kid’s gotta be sweating already.”

“Which is why we should prolly head out soon. They’re gonna close in fifteen anyways.”

“Alright, can’t say I disagree. I’m getting exhausted by all of today.”

“Ah that’s right, we’ll have to get some blankets for me ‘n Prune!”

“For ‘you’ and Prune?”

Dave cracked a smile he probably thought was persuasive.

“...”

*sigh* “I’ll go get the blankets. Just hurry up and take Pruny to the car so she can take some of those layers off already.”

“Aye-aye!” he saluted as he reached for Pruny’s hand to lead them out the entrance doors.

Jack however restrained another sigh at the thought of blowing what little money he’d managed to scrape up. But he’d had more than enough smuggling antics for one night.

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Arts of Pruny and Sport (Rose's Davesport kid) by @miss-maam-ava and @an-artist-place-for-extra-art (Rose) respectively!

(and yes they are officially siblings now, do not question it)

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ok as per usual im gonna dump all my ideas here & figure them out later <3

v; your bell telephone factory : dsaf-fluid factory phone au.

things i Want / need to keep in mind bc i want to use them / also make this unique from his other verses:

he's not the only pg!! i'll go refresh myself on the generations but i think i want him uhhhh peter-esque.......? bro idk i need my dsaf friends to remind me of stuff. basically i want him to have access to his pre-phone memories but not Immediate Complete access

im sorry i refuse to name any pg of mine scott cawthon all my besties hate scott cawthon <3 . but the pg name can be scott gyver in honor of one of my fave canon phone guy designs

blue head. i cant wait to confuse people by using my animatronic icons for non-animatronic verse >:)c

steven should have worked with other pgs in the past when he was human. i think he would have been lowkey scared of them but also never really got in trouble w them. uneasy alliance /lh. steven voice hey my life might suck but at least i dont have a phone for a head! haha. ha. ha

alright down to the details!

i’m thinking he discovers one of the kids’ bodies in the suits if I want to differentiate, or i can steal from dsaf & let him catch William (Henry?) in the act. I think either would work well for him tbh.

additional / alternate idea.... he gets caught during fnaf 2 shit. not a manager at that point (some other pg is). catches william using the suit & gets Done For. previous pg gets scrapped after all that shit goes down & steve comes to look over fnaf 1. it like. goes ok for a while & then the location goes into decline but doesnt technically close so he is just Standing There. <3 . he takes over night shift bc he just fucken lives there basically. has some line about how he's less likely to get his head bit in now that it's plastic so this is the best option for everyone.

im so indecisive about how & when he should die pre-phone. idk man idk. i think this is one of those things i need to develop better in threads / might be flexible & set at diff points thread to thread

pre-phone steve....

drawing from my hcs about him when he was younger, i think pre-phone phoney was SO bright & cheerful & nicies...

really good with the kids. excited about his first real job to support his family. not yet beaten down by fnaf-slash-dsaf shenanigans

i guess he'd die younger than 30 in this unless he gets phone-ified after his canon death point but that doesnt make much sense. so. itty bitty phone. youngun.

post-phone scott....

i am SO into the idea that he's never fired anyone. pushover of a phone!!!

he & peter can share their fake little photo of a completely different phone guy w a completely different family /lh. pg's so excited to have kids :) . he talks about them all the time! please stop telling him they dont exist!!!

partially to differentiate from animatronic verses & partially to bring in his fnaf 1 characterization i think he's pretty chill as far as pgs go. like he'll ask you to stop screwing stuff up but he'll also just shrug and leave if you tell him to shut up about it T_T . very difficult to rile up.

i think one benefit of phoneification for him was removing his guilt about jeremy where applicable. i think i am leaning more towards steve being human for that game, and the bite of '87 stuff being a real turning point for him in terms of . everything. (but blue, wouldnt it make more sense for him to die BEFORE the bite? yes. <3 and yet /lh).

i think he & jeremy would have been closer if he hadn't been manager + everything that happened there fucked him up severely. luckily, as a phone, he doesnt feel much about it at all!

is there anything im missing..... idk more to come. etc.

#D.SAF MUTUALS PLS FEEL FREE TO ADD YOUR TWO CENTS #v; your bell telephone factory

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wolfnanaki · 9 months

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How are you able to ethically enjoy FNAF content now that Scott Cawthorn's been revealed as a big Republican donor who personally funds anti-LGBT and anti-abortion agendas?

I knew this question would eventually come after all my Roxy posting. :v

But don't worry, as a pro-abortion trans woman, I've been thinking about this a whole lot too. I guess it would come down to the "creator fucks off" principle. When Scott Cawthon realized the situation he had put himself in was unsalvageable, he announced that he's retiring and that once the FNAF movie is done, he's passing the IP on to a successor. I think it's the best move he could've done. Notch did the same thing with Minecraft; he sold Mojang to Microsoft and fucked off. But Notch at least had the benefit of not having anti-queer brainworms at the time; they only manifested long after, and mentions of him were since removed form Minecraft.

Certainly, it stands in contrast against the likes of J.K. Rowling who, after being exposed as a transphobe, only doubled down on her hate; she wrote a whole manifesto about how dangerous trans people are and has since funded numerous anti-trans campaigns in the UK, proudly boasting that she sleeps well at night thanks to her Harry Potter royalties. And as someone who grew up with the Harry Potter books, I couldn't rectify my enjoyment of them with her transphobia, and like many other queer people who once enjoyed the series, I got rid of my collection.

Also, there's a huge number of young queer people who grew up with FNAF and, perhaps inadvertently, the FNAF fandom ended up with a huge queer audience before the revelation of Scott's donations. And I guess many of these fans couldn't let go of something that meant so much to them. Scott claims his donations were not for the candidates' anti-queer stances, that he loves queer people but felt they these candidates were handling issues better that he cared about, but was shy on saying what those issues were.

(Be sure to also check out Kotaku's article discussing Scott's donations and Reddit response.)

In the time since Scott announced he's stepping down, it seems like the FNAF franchise is trying to correct course. Artist Emese Szigetvári (LadyFiszi) was fired after several transphobic comments and writing a story featuring CSA. And Phil Morg (Phisnom) was removed from his own officially-funded FNAF remake FNAF+ after mocking a child who received death threats and gore from Phil's fans.

Also, very neat of Steel Wool to throw hints that Freddie and Bonnie are a gay couple and that Roxy is trans. And since they're not possessed by ghost kids, there's nothing skeevy here. Just ordinary gay and trans robots, as you do. :v

Anyway, I think I've rambled a bit here, so I'll cut this short. Shit's complicated, I'm glad Scott read the writing on the wall and is leaving, it's better for everyone involved.

#FNAF #Nanaki's Thoughts #politics #Scott Cawthon

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