#but I’m not dead and I’m ready 4 pizza

[roylustang]

Y’all don’t know how happy I am to come home to big juicy pizza and the best ranch in the world after a long run

[boxboxlewis]

Okay not sure you will like this pairing but Max/Lewis or 4433 🔀

If you hate this ship then consider Charlos please? 🙏🏼 Thanks and sorry

Courage, Villagers

Day 1

It’s Lewis and Max in the Milton Keynes Costco against the world.

Lewis probably would’ve picked, like. Anyone else, to be honest. But everyone else is gone, and now it’s just him and Max, racing around checking the perimeter of the Costco, making sure all the doorways are sealed.

They get the last one done—a fire door in the employee break room; they wedge several titanium kayak paddles through the push bar—and Max wipes the sweat from his forehead and says “That is pretty secure now, I think.”

As if in answer, there’s a meaty thunk against the exterior of the door, and then a sliding sound and a long groan from somewhere near the ground.

The door holds. Lewis and Max each let out a long breath.

“Look, man, I’m gonna crash,” Lewis says. “It’s 3am, I’m knackered.”

Max nods. He’s got his pinched press-conference face on. “Me too. I thought I would go to the garden furniture section, there is a big sofa there I saw.”

Typical. Lewis had his eye on that sofa. “Yeah, whatever,” he says. “Night.” He ends up in a water-free jacuzzi, which he fills with a bunch of feather pillows. His dreams are uneasy.

Day 2

They’ve figured out how to work the pizza ovens. Max is tucking into a slice of oozy, gooey pizza, while Lewis has: some nuts and dried fruit, and a granola bar.

To distract himself, he asks “How long do you reckon electricity lasts, after everyone is like. Dead or a zombie.”

Max looks at him, wide-eyed. His lips are greasy with cheese. “That is a good question,” he says. He gets his phone out and types something. “A few days at least,” he says through a mouthful of pizza. “Maybe weeks.” He keeps reading. “Actually I think none of these people know what they’re talking about, they are all just story writers.”

Great. Lewis eats another cashew.

Day 4

They invent Formula Trolley. The racetrack is the aisle that traverses the length of the shop, and there’s only one rule: get to the finish line with your trolley as fast as you can. Winner gets three points, and there’s a bonus point for Longest Coast.

“And through… comes… Hamilton!” Lewis crows, zooming along on his trolley. He wins, with metres to spare.

“Stewards!” Max calls. They’re both laughing, breathless. “Penalty! Driver 44 interfered with his trolley under parc fermé conditions.”

Lewis’s stomach actually hurts from laughing. It’s probably some kind of trauma response to the fact that they’re in a zombie apocalypse. He’s laughing so, so hard.

“Lewis?” Max is saying. “Lewis, are you…” He pats ineffectually at Lewis’s back. “It is ok,” he says. There’s a pause. “Actually it is not ok, everything is shit and we are probably doomed. I can—do you want me to get you one of those vegan chocolates?”

Day 9

The electricity goes out. 

It’s unnerving, being in the echoey bowels of the store with no light and no sound. The background hum of the industrial chillers is startling, now that it’s gone. 

They make a plan: the next morning at first light they’ll go out to reconnoitre the surrounding area and see if they can find any other survivors. And then they’ll… go from there. 

It’s admittedly not much of a plan, but it’s the best they’ve got.

They fill hiking backpacks with supplies: food, bottled water, camping blankets. They make weapons. Lewis ties a vicious-looking barbecue fork to the end of a curtain rod. Max makes a kind of flail out of a heavy stone garden gnome and some chain. They’re as ready as they’ll ever be.

Max hesitates, before he retires to the garden furniture section for the night. “Do you,” he says. He looks at Lewis, face unreadable. “It is our last night, and we might—we do not know how tomorrow is going to go, so. Do you want…?”

Lewis, somewhat to his surprise, does.

[lurkingshan]

The Eighth Sense 3&4

This show is just too much for me to handle quietly so posting my rambling thoughts here.

I was not ready to jump straight into a kiss! This show is wasting no time. Kind of a dead fish on Jae Won’s part but I’ve seen kbls (like To My Star) deploy those intentionally early on for character reasons so reserving judgment.

There was an edit when they clicked their beers together where it transitioned straight to a shot of the two logs in the fire at the same angle, and it was so seamless. Just noting what a high quality production this is.

And now Jae Won is ignoring him after he is the one who initiated. Not cool, hyung.

Yoon Won is my fav side character, I just love how open and welcoming she is.

Tequila with Guinness and pizza in the middle of the day. I don’t know, fam.

Ji Hyun walking away so slowly while Jae Won stares at him and does not follow. Just kill me.

So Ji Hyun is not out to his best friend. He seems extremely private and self-contained in general.

Ae Ri sure is pushy, and bad at reading cues.

I love that we got that discussion about how Jae Won fakes being nice, only to see him do it a couple scenes later.

10 years in therapy. I wonder whether Jae Won was able to access mental health care during his enlistment.

This music playing when they’re staring at each other on the train and then when they’re walking together reminds me of Neverending White Lights.

Innocent little beans not knowing what “let’s eat ramen together” means is one of my favorite kdrama tropes.

The way they’re staring at each other is making me blush, goodness.

Ooh now Ae Ri is covering for Ji Hyun, comforting him, and affirming that they will be friends. I have no choice but to stan.

Why does Tae Kyung keep trying to push Jae Won at Eun Ji? Like what is he getting out of this.

It’s the way Jae Won’s entire face changes as soon as he looks over and sees Ji Hyun.

“You don’t have to be loved by everyone.” Such a hard thing for so many of us to learn.

What is the sensitive matter, Ms. Therapist?

Judging Eun Ji’s friends for not stopping her from abusing a waiter, honestly.

I’m glad Ae Ri, Yoon Won, and boss lady are here to be awesome and counterbalance Eun Ji being kind of a typical toxic ex gf character.

“You look like a country mouse again.” Absolutely love that Jae Won noticed the change in him immediately.

They’re so into each other. I’m barely coping.

[changeling-fae]

Thanks @inaconstantstateofchange for the tag!

1. Three Ships: Astarion/Nym/Raphael, Zelda and Link in BotW/TotK, Harley Quinn/Poison Ivy.

2. First Ever Ship: Seto Kaiba/Serenity Wheeler from YuGiOh in terms of my conception of shipping. And then first ship I ever created content for was Sesshomaru/Kagome from Inuyasha.

3. Last Song: Bat Out Of Hell by Meat Loaf and Jim Steinman. One of my favorite songs, never fails to get my blood pumping. Also certain lyrics make me think of Raphael/my Tav’s.

4. Last Film: Technically Pulse/Kairo by Kurosawa Kiyoshi for my final paper for one of my classes. The last film I watched just for entertainment was John Carpenter’s The Thing. Practical effects my beloved.

5. Currently Reading: Mostly just Raphael x Tav (x Haarlep) fics I find on Ao3 or on here. I’m horribly behind on my book reading.

6. Currently Watching: Just finished rewatching Hbomberguy’s plagiarism video and before that a rewatch of Lindsay Ellis’ Love Never Dies video. Oh and Columbo, one of my favorite tv shows.

7. Currently Consuming: Soon gonna have some pizza, once I get myself ready, lol.

8. Currently Craving: Idk, probably fish. But only because I always lowkey crave fish.

Tagging @int9 @kiss-inferna @red-dead-sakharine @meowsaidmissy and whoever else wants to do it!

[xirayn]

Like Biting Bats (Very Metal)

Read Ch 1 of the full fic here

1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Featuring @aibhlynn as Eddie

The tape with Corroded Coffin’s music has been playing in Steve’s car on repeat. The few attempts to sing along have been made difficult by the live-wire energy of Eddie’s vocals. They tear through the instrumentals in a battle that neither side is winning. When Robin had heard it, she compared Eddie’s voice to a hot pepper overpowering the flavors of a chili, while Steve’s voice is more like chocolate. He had been lost until she explained that the best chilies use chocolate to balance out the heat of the peppers and enhance the flavors of the spices in that slow, leading way she does while waiting for him to catch up.

Steve tries again while waiting for Eddie in the school parking lot. The music is turned down so he doesn’t have to compete with it. His eyes close to help him better hear his spot among the melody and meter. After a deep breath, he stops trying to imitate Eddie’s voice, lets himself be Steve, and starts singing. Images of singing with Eddie come up as he does; seeing the way his dark eyes light up when they hit a harmony.

A thud against the window startles Steve. He twists around ready for a fight, but the sight of a paper with ‘B+’ at the top in bold, red marker by Eddie’s name has the adrenaline giving way to excitement.

It’s the last passing grade Eddie needed to graduate.

“Nancy did it!” Steve exclaims through the glass. His eyes move to Eddie, who was beaming like an absolute idiot. “You did it!”

“I did it!” Eddie whoops. He clutches the paper to his chest and does a joyous little jig before darting around the front of the car. He opens the door and flings himself into the passenger seat, quickly yanking the door closed and buckling his seatbelt.

“I owe Nancy the biggest thank you,” he laughs in a high voice that bubbles with excitement. The paper is held out as far as he can in admiration. 

“Cake.” His expression gets impossibly brighter as he looks over at Steve. “We need to get a cake. And- I don’t know – ice cream. We can get everyone together and throw a party because I’m finally fucking graduating!”

“You’re graduating!” Steve clasps Eddie’s shoulder and affectionately shakes it, matching that infectious, celebratory energy.

“I’m graduating.” Eddie’s arms drop and he stares down at the paper crinkled between his fingers. His wild grin settles into something quiet and happy. He chuckles. “Man - how do you even plan a party?”

He has seen the graduation parties of his friends and peers who had ultimately left him behind, along with Hawkins High. Now it was his turn. He going to walk that stage, look Principal Higgins dead in the eye, flip him the bird, snatch that diploma and-

His eyes flick towards Steve.

“This is real, right? I passed? This is a B+ next to my name?” Eddie’s excitement was beginning to be tempered by disbelief. He’s rarely gotten above a C in anything.

“Yep. Just don’t cause too much trouble and it’s all downhill from here, man.”

Eddie scoffs, leaning forward to shove the paper into his bag. “Who do you think you’re talking to, Harrington?” He sits back up with a mischievous grin and prods Steve between the ribs. “Trouble is my middle name.”

“Alright, alright.” Steve swats away the finger jabbing his side. “Where does the future graduate want to go?”

They don’t have any obligations until band practice tomorrow since the kids are spending the night at the Hopper-Byers’ house. Vickie has also been having Robin over for ‘girls nights’ that Robin insists don’t mean anything. Even if it isn’t anything, Steve is happy for her. She deserves friends beyond him.

“I’m starving,” Eddie comments. He goes to poke Steve again, only to pull back before his hand is smacked again. A playful wink accentuates his grin. “Steak and Ale,” he suggests since the government is generously paying the hush money that allows for the occasional splurge, “or did you want to grab a pizza? There is also that new soda shop on Second Street.”

Steven snorts at the idea of them in a soda shop. For a moment, he imagines them as Sandy and Danny, the prep and the greaser, drinking a root beer float with two straws. Except that Steve is no Sandy in a way that has nothing to do with gender.

“Your choice, man.”

Tag list

@amoris-no-smut-allowed @zerokrox-blog @babyrunsforfanfic @killmeinmydreams @beeing-stuupid @impeachy @archerwithmanybows @alienace @awkwardgravity1 @nuttychaosface @lexyvey @beckkthewreck @obsessivlyme @artiststarme @icecweme @estrellami-1 @spectrum-spectre @newtstabber​

[imagionationstation]

Okay, so…

As I was in the mist of ✨emotions✨, my explanation skills were barely sub-par, and I gave a lot of people misconceptions to my thoughts on the episode “A China Town Ghoststory”.

So let’s try and fix that.

The episode itself is okay as a fill-in ep that doesn’t have anything to do with the season plot-wise, though it’s existence didn’t really seem necessary, other than an early acknowledgment that ‘impossible spiritual powers do exist so be ready’, which set me up to accept explanations on the unexplained and impossible, like Vision Quest and Leo’s Healing Hands.

Spiritual insanity simply exists. There’s no more to it than that.

And I appreciate that they introduced it without a clichè, “by the way they suddenly have magic as a big plot-point even tho it hasn’t existed at all until now! Why? Oh, I dunno, it’s in their blood or something I guess.”

We got a casual introduction by a villain that only ever comes up once more in all five seasons. Respect. 3/4 out of five stars.

The one aspect that always boils my blood when it comes to this episode, however, is the fight scene between Donnie and his brothers. The first time I saw this episode, I did not understand how they went from trying to kill Donnie, to- Oh, look, let’s go get some pizza! (As my new-to-turtles mind interpreted it).

I was extremely confused, and continued to be confused for the next few watches. Then, at one point while doing research, I saw the scene from Donnie’s eyes, and not from the eyes of a viewer. And I was even more mortified by what I saw.

The way this scene plays out really feels like (note: I’m saying ‘feels like’ and not ‘definitely is’) the brothers were choosing pizza over Donnie. The episode was kinda insulting, the way they go through this whole insane battle, throw him out of a tornado, and then just… Go bicker over pizza? Really?

It makes sense when you lay it all out. The brothers are acting as brainwashed guard-dogs. Donnie is a danger to what they’re guarding. The only way for Ho Chan to keep control is for the brothers to not recognize who it is they’re hurting. The spell makes them see him as a danger, and they don’t fully comprehend that they’re about to end a brother’s life while serving an evil sorcerer.

There’s nothing dangerous or threatening about pizza. It’s something they love, and something they’ve been known to bicker about. If the brothers are in there subconsciously fighting back, it would make sense that they would give into the urge to go after the pizza pies and stop serving their ‘master’. Use the brainwashed aggression to fight over pizzas, or assault the brother who wants to help the captives that you’re guarding. Easy choice.

No matter how you look at it (whether they have some control or they have zero control), it would make sense that they’d go after the pizzas.

Still.

Still.

This must be horrific to witness from Donnie’s POV. Super-powered brothers all banning together to fight you to the death, and every instinct in your being is like “well, I can’t kill them!”- so you’re forced on defense the entire time. One wrong move and you’re dead, and it’ll be at their hands- and it doesn’t really look like they’re fighting back. They’re hurting and chucking and attacking you, seemingly willing to kill you without a second thought, and it’s like they don’t even care-

And for this big brain boy and his canon insecurities, Donnie is going to be overthinking this one moment way more than he should be for a long time.

The way that he still hasn’t picked himself off the ground when Casey reaches his side, and then has to lift him up to snap him out of a shocked stupor- well, that says something to me.

I feel like this episode could have and should have played out differently, but I know many people wouldn’t agree.

To summarize:

…..

I KNOW IT’S A CARTOON AND SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNY AND ALL

I REALLY DO

BUT FROM A REAL PERSPECTIVE THIS IS TERRIBLE

WHY THE WRITERS HAVE TO JERK AROUND HIS EMOTIONS LIKE THAT, HMM?! 🥺

My rewrite of this scene is here

[thatonecurlygirl]

The Sinclair Girl

Fandom: Stranger Things

Word count: ~1.1k

Pairing: Sinclair!Reader x Eddie/Steve ? Honestly idk??

Summary: Lucas’s cousin is back in town and meets all of his friends.

Note: It’s been a couple weeks and just wanted to post something. Ngl, not really a fan of this, but if you want to read more and have suggestions/requests on how I should continue lmk.

Everyone sits around the room impatiently waiting on Lucas to arrive with the pizzas he promised to pick up on the way over. Robin and Steve had the opportunity to rent Steve’s place from his parents and everyone agreed to get together to celebrate with pizza and a movie. It was agreed that everyone meet at the house at 4:30 and it was rapidly approaching 5:30 with no word from Lucas.

“If that kid isn’t already dead, he will be when I get my hands on him.” Eddie’s stomach growl along with him.

“There has to be a serious reason as to why he isn’t here yet.” Will proposes, “He wouldn’t just, not show up.”

“He did for Hellfire and the little Sinclair had to sub in for him.” Eddie slams the refrigerator door closed.

“Easy!” Steve scolds. “Look, Robin and I will go out and look for him.” Steve grabs the keys off the counter.

Just as Steve turns toward the door it flys open and a wide-eyed Lucas stands there. He frantically scans the room before turning on his heels and running back out the door with a “Sorry, wait a minute!”

“What the hell was that?” Dustin asks, confused.

“Chill out you turd! Let me apologize for making you late.”

“Who the hell is that?” Max stands up, eyebrows knit together, ready to march right out of the door.

“Seriously, Y/N. It’s not a big deal.” Lucas retorts from outside.

“It really is.” You round the corner, coming into view and making your way to the entryway. “I am so sorry, it’s my fault Lucas is late. I’m—”

“Y/N!” Dustin squeals as he and Will rush toward you and envelope you in a hug.

“Hey you little boogers aren’t so little anymore.” You smile and wave Mike over, pulling him into the hug also.

“What are you doing here?” Dustin asks.

“Ah, just babysitting Lucas and Erica while their parents are out of town for a few weeks.” You turn from the familiar teens and focus your attention on the unfamiliar faces. “Sorry about that, I’m Y/n, Lucas’s cousin. He had no idea I was coming into town and obviously made him super late. He’s getting the pizzas from the car now.”

“No problem, don’t worry about it.” Steve says with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Steve.”

“Oh, I’ve heard a lot about you, Steve. Lucas says you’ve had his back in some sticky situations. I appreciate that.” You says with a genuine smile before turning to the girl standing at his side. “That must make you Robin! Erica said you’re a badass, which is a great compliment coming from her.”

“She really said that? I thought she hated me.” Robin says in shock.

“She’s a bit rough around the edges isn’t she?” You laugh.

“El, Mike’s girlfriend. Heard you’re pretty cool and a good friend.” You say to the girl with short cut hair before turning to the pretty red-haired girl, “Max, I’ve heard a great deal about you. That Lucas is head over heels for you, he can be a little stupid in the head sometimes though. Let me know if you need help with him.”

“Will do.” She beams.

“Unfortunately, I have not heard anything about you.” You say, turning to the wide eyed, obvious metal head in the corner.

“Eddie, I’m Eddie. Sinclair hasn’t mentioned me?” He asks incredulously, glaring as Lucas who carries in the multiple boxes of pizza and sets them on the coffee table.

“Wait, this is Eddie?” You ask with a gasp, turning to Lucas. “You’re DnD leader guy?”

“Dungeon Master.” Mike corrects you.

“Right, Master.” You glance back at Eddie and he melts when he hears that roll off your tongue. “You fail to mention that both of these guys are cute.” You whisper yell at Lucas.

“Seriously.” Lucas asks in annoyance.

“Right of course, you don’t find them attractive, but how to you expect them to be off limits if you don’t at least warn me.” You gently punch his arm.

“I’m not off limit.” Eddie shakes his head with a smirk.

“Yes you are.” Lucas glares at him.

“But I am totally in limits.” Steve raises one hand to a wave, the other resting on his hip.

“Nope.” Lucas shakes his head. “And my cousin is 100% off limits. No dating, no flirting, don’t even look in her direction.” He warns the eldest boys.

“No one said anything about dating Lucas,” you laugh, “I’m just saying they’re cute. Chill.”

“Yeah, chill.” Robin laughs, plopping down on the couch with a piece of pizza.

“Hey, I am not the greatest with the whole friend thing, but I would really like to have someone to hang out with while I am here. If you’re up for it just let me know.” You head toward the door to let yourself out.

“You should stay.” Max pipes up from the spot on the floor beside Lucas.

“Ah, I can’t. I don’t want to intrude on your get together, plus I need to reacquaint myself with the town.”

“We can help you reacquaint yourself later. Seriously, you can hang out with us!” Steve insists.

“We’d love to have you.” Eddie nods.

“We need another girl to break up some of this testosterone.” Robin groans dramatically.

“Fine.” You smile. “What are we watching?” You grab a slice of pizza and take a seat next to Robin.

“Who cares?” Steve exclaims, “You’re more interesting anyway. How come Lucas never mentioned he had a cute older cousin.”

“Hmm, not sure. Why is that Lucas?

“Because you’re my cousin and not a piece of meat for them to drool over.” Lucas says with his mouth full of pizza.

“Good point,” Robin nods, “So do you plan on staying here after his parents get back?”

“Maybe. I graduated last year and spent the year traveling and planned on finding somewhere to call home, get a job and settle in. Who knows where that’ll be, ya know.” You shrug.

“If you decide to stay in Hawkins we can get you a job at Family Video with us!” Robin exclaims excitedly.

“My friend works at a diner just outside of town and they’re looking for a waitress.” Eddie suggests.

“You have friends?” Steve gasps

“Well what the hell are you guys, Harrington?” Eddie replies in annoyance.

“I mean outside of us.” Steve pulls quiet giggles out of the younger kids who watch the interaction.

“Yes, Harrington, I do. You aren’t the sun and moon after all, big boy.”

“Are they always like this?” You ask, holding back your laughter.

“Yep!” Max nods.

“I think I’m going to like you guys.”

[wonderlandleighleigh]

1 Fic per Billy Joel Song 

#4 Goodnight, Saigon 

(Warning for talk of suicide and drug overdose)

Ethan Maisel never thought he’d go to so many funerals. 

It’s his fifth one in two years, since coming home from Vietnam. 

Fifteen guys in his unit. 

Four died Over There. 

Five dead after coming home. From various things. Drugs. Their own pain. Ethan guesses those are kind of the same thing.

Six guys left. One locked up in a home, now. Nuts, they say. Non-functioning, apparently. 

So that leaves five, really, standing in a small clump to the side of the gathered family and friends. 

Five beefy former soldiers. 

Well, six really. Lenny refuses to let Ethan go to these things by himself. 

“Come on, Dad, you know I won’t be alone. The guys will be there,” Ethan says. Though he doesn’t fight very hard to dissuade his stepfather from coming. 

It’s actually comforting, all things considered. 

“Ah, I don’t mind,” he waves a hand. “There’s usually pretty good food at these things.” 

Ethan laughs a little at that. It’s only funny because neither of them eat very much at these things. Nobody has the stomach. 

They get home after this latest one to a quiet house. Ma’s on tour. Esther and Lily are both at an after-school function. Kitty is living on-campus these days. 

So they sit in the garden and share a joint. 

“Was it like this for you?” Ethan asks. “When you came home from the war?” 

Lenny shakes his head. “No. No it was very different. You know. Back then, everybody was all in. Stopping Hitler was fashionable after Pearl Harbor, so the country got behind the war effort. And god knows we got our hands dirty. God knows. But it wasn’t like Vietnam. We couldn’t win Vietnam and everybody knew it. Soldiers coming home and being left to rot in their own trauma...” 

Ethan nods, going quiet, taking a long drag off the joint. 

“But it was like this for the Shoah survivors,” Lenny adds. “People got out and the reality of what had happened to them - what a lot of them had to do to survive - settled into their bones and they couldn’t live with it. And it’s not the same, not by a long shot, but - the outcomes are notably similar. The deaths after the fact. The madness.” 

Ethan still says nothing, passing the joint back. 

Lenny tilts his head at him, eyeing him critically. “I’m gonna do a check-in real quick, and I don’t want you to fight me on it.” 

Ethan huffs. “When do I ever fight you on anything?” 

“You were eight,” Lenny grins slowly. “And you did not want to eat the steamed broccoli on your plate, even though I put cheese on it when your mother wasn’t looking.” 

Ethan chuckles and rubs his face. “I’m- I’m okay. The analyst helps.” 

“Good.” 

 “And I know I’m lucky,” Ethan shrugs. “I have a big family who doesn’t expect me to just act like nothing ever happened- well. Mostly. Pop still gets confused why I can’t just- you know.” 

Lenny nods as he breathes out the smoke. “We could psychoanalyze your old man all day.” 

“No thanks. It’d ruin my high.” 

Lenny chuckles at that. “How are things working out with Susie?” 

“Good,” Ethan nods. “It’s a good distraction, doing the talent scout thing. Going to these tiny, no-name dives, looking for acts. Having a place to be most days. Softa keeps offering to find me a girl.” 

“Well, your grandmother is very well-meaning,” Lenny says. “And when you’re ready for that kind of thing, she’s the one to talk to...unless you’re not into girls, and then we’ll have to find you a different kind of matchmaker.” 

“Nah. Girls are good.” 

“Okay, then.” He puts out the joint and sighs softly. “Come on. We should both change out of our funeral gear. We can pick up your sisters, maybe grab a pizza for dinner on the way home.” 

Ethan nods. “Right behind you.” 

Lenny pats his shoulder affectionately, before heading inside, and Ethan sits back, gazing at the garden in silence.

[ohheyitsyouagain]

Damian’s Fic Recs - DuckTales

[August 2022]

writing up another one today, because I’m not in the mood to sleep, apparently. there won’t be as much commentary with this one, since I haven’t actually read any of these in a while. I’m just going through my bookmarks. but I know there’s still duck fans looking for content!

so, here we go!

check out the rest of my recs~

Ratings Guide:

🌹 - Shippy

🌷 - Hints/mentions of ships, but not the main focus

🌻 - Purely Platonic

💚 - General Audiences

💛 - Teen

🧡 - Mature

✅ - Complete

❌- In-progress

🌹💚❌ Febufluff 2020: Ducktales Edition by orphan_account

Word Count: 21k Chapters: 20/28

First Published: February 1st, 2020 Latest Update: April 22, 2020

This is a series of one-shots (that aren't connected) from the Febufluff 2020 prompts.

[Notes: given the fact that this hasn’t been updated since 2020, and that it’s orphaned, I wouldn’t get my hopes up about it getting any more updates. still, there’s a lot of variety in here, and at least one of these oneshots will probably catch your eye.]

🌻💚✅ [humming “moon theme” from the ducktales nes video game] by organicjacket

Word Count: 500 Chapters: 5/5

First Published: July 7th, 2021 Finished: July 16th, 2021

100-word short drabbles based on Della Duck or Drabbles based on words from a random word generator I found online.

[Notes: there’s going to be another organicjacket fic in here, because I’m a sucker for clean word counts and random word generators.]

🌻💚✅ *don cheadle’s voice* i am the storm by organicjacket

Word Count: 600 Chapters: 6/6

First Published: June 28th, 2021 Finished: July 4th, 2021

100-word short drabbles based on Donald Duck or Drabbles based on words from a random word generator I found online.

🌻💛✅ The Fall of the House of Funso by PartlyCloudySkies

Word Count: 5.8k Chapters: 1/1

Published: January 2nd, 2021

Pepper throws a pizza party and nearly destroys F.O.W.L.

🌻💚✅ No Surprise Here by Rintin10

Word Count: 496 Chapters: 1/1

Published: September 13th, 2019

Donald wasn’t surprised that his family had forgotten about him.

🌻💚✅ all the things they might have said to you by twilighteve

Word Count: 6k Chapters: 1/1

Published: October, 24th, 2020

Della went to the moon and wondered how much of it was wanderlust and how much of it was her heart screaming terrified screams over the children she chose to bear but wasn’t ready to. Donald broke his relationship with the man he thought of as a father and raised his nephews, mourning for a corpse that was still alive. Scrooge shut himself off from the world. He built glass castles of routine and cold detachment and glue them all together with nothing but spit and spite. Della comes back from the dead, and the glass castles shatter.

[Notes: I remember this one emotionally devastating me when I first read it. and it made me permanently associate Never Love an Anchor by The Crane Wives with Della Duck.]

🌻💛❌ De Spelled by rip_in_pieces_my_last_braincell

Word Count:1.7k Chapters: 1/15

First Published: March 23rd, 2021 Latest Update: March 23rd, 2021

“Hey so a stray spell hit one of the cells and now there’s a dude there saying he’s Magica’s brother. What uh...what am I supposed to do about that?”

[Notes: like with febufluff, I wouldn’t expect a continuation. but hey, you never know.]

🌹💛❌ Birds of a Feather by ZeroTwo

Word Count: 22k Chapters: 4/5

First Published: April 26th, 2020 Latest Update: November 4th, 2021

Honestly Donald had no idea why José had taken such a liking to him. The duck didn’t make new friends easily.

[Notes: okay, this one is actually going to get updated. I hope. I’ve been following this one since the start, and it’s the one duck fic I’m still keeping up with.]

🌻💚✅ Oops! All uncles! by astrojanus

Word Count: 925 Chapters: 1/1

Published: March 26th, 2021

Dewey and Panchito are just spending some quality time together by using nerf guns for target practice when, as expected, they end up breaking something. Meanwhile José wonders why he thought that allowing a child to wield a real sword to “playfully spar” with him was a good idea, and Donald has to be the responsible one.

🌻💚✅ Big Brother by Stargaze_Sunflower

Word Count:1.1k Chapters: 1/1

Published: March 26th, 2021

He hadn’t forgotten, exactly, that Louie was younger than him, it just didn’t cross his mind very often. He was usually too busy thinking about how he was younger than Huey. He’d spent all day trying to prove himself as ‘big brother’, and he’d sort of overlooked that he’d actually been one all along.

🌹💚❌ One, Two, Three! by orphan_account

Word Count: 38k Chapters: 6/?

First Published: April 7th, 2020 Latest Update: June 10th, 2020

How an opportunity for José Carioca and Panchito Pistoles changed their lives, and a life of a certain duck too.

[Notes: yet another orphaned fic. sigh.]

🌻💛✅ Trick and Treat by agentz123

Word Count: 1.8k Chapters: 3/3

First Published: October 10th, 2020 Finished: October 11th, 2020

Huey, Dewey, and Louie set out on their first trick-or-treating session without their uncle Donald.

🌻💛✅ Safe and young by ToddyToon

Word Count: 1.3k Chapters: 1/1

Published: April 7th, 2019

The scene brought up too many memories, he couldn’t really say if they were better times, but they were definitely happy, joyful. A little, just a little, less troublesome. Oh, how much he’d missed them.

🌹🧡✅ O Pato Donald by Caleana_Duck

Word Count: 34k Chapters: 8/8

First Published: April 5th, 2020 Finished: July 8th, 2020

Donald is tricked into traveling to Brazil with his family, thinking they are searching for some lost treasure. He meets some old friends, and may have gotten more than he bargained for.

[Notes: I can’t believe this fic started and finished in just three months. the wait felt so much longer when I was actually reading it...]

🌻💚✅ 2. Choking by ohheyitsyougain

Word Count: 713 Chapters: 1/1

Published: October 2nd, 2021

Della wakes up on the moon.

[Notes: we’ve officially reached the point of the rec list where I start plugging my own fics. I don’t write ducks anymore, but there’s quite a few that I’m still proud of! All of these ones with numbers in them were written for last year’s whumptober, just to give you a feel for the mood they’ll all have.]

🌻💚✅ 4. Pushed by ohheyitsyouagain

Word Count: 1.4k Chapters: 1/1

Published: October 4th, 2021

Donald was tired. Tired of being ignored, tired of everyone acting like their ideals were more important than his, tired of having to deal with his curse of loving a family that was in life-threatening danger on a daily basis. Who knew that a brick being thrown through his window would change all of that?

🌻💚✅ 8. Definitely Just A Cold by ohheyitsyouagain

Word Count: 1.1k Chapters: 1/1

Published: October 8th, 2021

Hanahaki doesn't kill. It's chronic, not terminal. That doesn't make it any less of a pain, especially when your kids start worrying about it, too.

🌻💚✅ 10. Hospital by ohheyitsyouagain

Word Count: 1.4k Chapters: 1/1

Published: October 10th, 2021

Della pays Donald a visit at the hospital after the Moonvasion.

🌻💚✅ 12. Begging by ohheyitsyouagain

Word Count: 687 Chapters: 1/1

Published: October 12th, 2021

“You need to stay awake, okay?” The smaller duck clung to him with chilled, trembling fingers. “H-Huey, I don’t-” “Please, Louie. Stay awake. So I know you’re okay.”

🌻💛✅ 17. Please Don’t Move by ohheyitsyouagain

Word Count: 708 Chapters: 1/1

Published: October 17th, 2021

Theoretically, Huey knew how to set a broken bone, and he knew how to bandage one. But knowing how to do something and actually doing it are very, very different things. Especially when it was your little brother on the ground, sobbing in agony over a broken leg and not a training dummy.

🌻💛✅ Servant of Evil by ohheyitsyouagain

Word Count: 1.5k Chapters: 1/1

Published: July 9th, 2021

“Della.” She looked up from her writing, and did a double take when she saw who was standing in her doorway. She laughed. “Oh, hey Donald!” He was wearing one of her yellow dresses, and his hair was out of its usual ponytail. “I almost didn’t recognize you!” He stiffened, not even smirking at her statement. “That’s sort of the plan, actually…”

[Notes: this fic has a sequel, seen below.]

🌻💚✅ Regret Message by ohheyitsyouagain

Word Count: 794 Chapters: 1/1

Published: August 7th, 2021

Della Duck was dead. She was killed in the uprising years ago, in a public execution watched by many a long-suffering peasant. It was practically a kingdom-wide holiday. At last, the daughter of evil had been vanquished. That’s what everyone thought, anyway.

[Notes: sequel to the above fic.]

🌹💚✅ It Makes an Ass out of You and Me by ohheyitsyouagain

Word Count: 486 Chapters: 1/1

Published: October 9th, 2020

When you spend eleven years on the moon, you tend to make some assumptions about the things that have happened since you left. Aka: Three related but unconnected oneshots of Della vastly overestimating Donald's romantic capabilities.

[bereft-of-frogs]

a weekend list:

-my Friday started with a 30 minute cleaning sprint so thank you once again #aesthetic timers on YouTube I’ve never been so productive

-going to make some spaghetti

-tonight is for concentrating on second draft of ocean horror fic: I’m onto part 1 chapter 2! This really needed a second draft it’s already so much better than it was

-bathtime + reading Sphere

saturday: BARBENHEIMER DAY

-11:00AM - Oppenheimer in IMAX. So ready to get my eyes melted by the effects. So ready.

-2:00ish-4:30PM - There's a pizza place in the movie theater? Head there to eat pizza and read or write

-4:30PM - Barbie

-after that I think I'm just going to come home and play a video game. fallen order not sure which because I'm kind of stuck on a spot in Dead Space, but Subnautica's kind of fun let's be real I'll just play fallen order but also maybe I should check on my cult in Cult of the Lamb?

sunday-

-supposed to be nice so I think I might find a new beach to check out, depending on crowds, maybe I will actually go in the water this time

-I have to go grocery shopping boo

-hair wash time

-continue second drafting!

[strangerthingsharrington]

Can’t Fight This Feeling volume 2

when i’m with you

A/N - and we’re back with Steve Harrington and Louise Henderson following along for the events of season 4. Thanks for the support on volume one of can’t fight this feeling. Y’all are simply the best 💞💞

Warnings - cursing & there will be major spoilers for ST season 4 volume 1 & 2

Title credits to REO Speedwagon & Sheriff (when I’m with you - a certified bop) and GIF credit to owner.

-1-

I didn’t think Hawkins would ever go back to being my boring little town. But for the most part, in the eight months since the battle at Starcourt, my life had become pretty routine. Wake up, get ready, Steve would be at my house within hour of when I normally got up, we’d sit with my mom, then he’d drive to Robins, pick her up, and drive us to school.

Everything really seemed…okay.

I mean, except for the Byers and Eleven shipping off to California, Hopper being dead, Lucas distancing himself from my brother and Mike, Max severely distancing herself from the party…but still coming to talk to me on a few different occasions.

As for Steve and I, everything had been about as great as it could be. I really don’t think we had spent a day apart since Starcourt. Not that I minded, I loved him more than anything so spending time with him was all I really wanted. Being with him in Hawkins was all I wanted.

Which was why reading over my acceptance letters to Purdue, Indiana State and Notre Dame was a bit overwhelming to say the least. Especially when I got into the nitty gritty of the acceptance letter to Purdue where they offered me a full ride academic scholarship.

I groaned and flopped back onto my bed, the letters having been delivered while my mom was still at work, thankfully.

“Shit. Shit shit shit shit,” I repeated holding the letter in my clenched fist.

I had already gotten my acceptance letter for Hawkins Community College. We were waiting to see when Steve was going to get his and then we were both going to accept the offers and we’d be good. That was our plan.

I could hear the front door opening, “Lou?” my mom called from the front hallway.

I sat up and pushed the three new acceptance letters into my pillowcase and walked calmly out of my room.

“Mom?” I called back.

“How was school?” she asked when I made it to the kitchen where she was carrying pizza.

I nodded, “Yeah, same old. Just getting the last bit over before Spring Break starts.”

“Has Steve gotten his acceptance letter yet for the community college?” she asked hopefully.

I shook my head, “Not yet, but probably within the next week or so.”

“Are you excited?” she smiled.

I breathed out deeply and smiled back to her, “Yeah, I can’t wait actually,” I told her honestly. For the first time in my life, I was excited to stay in Hawkins.

“Did you hear from the other schools though? It’d be nice to see what they say too, so you can keep your options open, if you wanted to,” she stated gently.

“No,” I said shaking my head, “it doesn’t matter to me if they accepted me or not, I’m staying here. With you guys and Steve. That’s what I want.”

My mom was the one who insisted on me applying to more schools other than just the community college. She always reminded me about how my main goal even just a year earlier was getting out of Hawkins and going to Purdue. She always told me about how that was my dream. And it was.

Until it wasn’t anymore.

“LuLu, I’m just saying you’ve worked so hard during high school and you really wanted Purdue last year. I understand you have Steve now, but he’d be happy for you if you got in there and wanted to go,” she tried explaining, “he’d wait for you!”

I pursed my lips, “It doesn’t matter about Purdue, mom. This is what I want. I just…wanna stay home.”

“I’m just saying,” she began once again, “that Steve is a good guy, and he would understand, Louise. He wouldn’t want you to put a dream you’ve had for years on hold. If he knew…Lou you are going to tell him right?”

“Yes, mom,” I sighed, “yes I’m going to tell him. But I’m happy with my choice. Plans change and I’m happy to go to the college.”

She sighed and shrugged, not bothering to get into this discussion any more than we already had.

“Well,” she announced, “I’m going to grab the laundry from yours and Dusty’s rooms. Can you set the table? Dustin should be home soon.”

I nodded and went to the cabinets, opening the cabinet and taking the plates out setting them on the table for the three of us. I grabbed some glasses and out those down as well. I went back down the hall to see if she needed help with the laundry gathering. I saw Dustin’s hamper in the hallway so I went to my room where I saw mom sitting on my bed with her hand over her mouth. With my bedding on the ground. She was holding papers with my pillow on her lap.

Shit.

“Mom, what are you doing?” I questioned.

She looked up at me with tears in her eyes, “You got in?” she asked dabbing at her eyes.

I sighed and ran my hands through my hair, “Yeah…I mean…yeah,” I said lamely, leaning against the doorframe.

More tears spilled over from her eyes as she got up, my pillow falling to the ground, and rushing over to hug me, “Oh Louise, I’m so proud of you, baby,” she cooed as she squeezed me.

I hugged her back limply, “Thanks mom, but it’s not a big deal. My mind is made up. That’s what I want.”

She pulled back from me, still holding onto one of the letters tightly in her hand, just as I had, “But Lou…this is Purdue. And Indiana State and Notre Dame. You have your choice of whatever you want! And a scholarship, Lou, that’s amazing! Why didn’t you tell me? We just talked about it?”

I grinned lightly and shrugged my shoulders, “It doesn’t matter. My mind is made already. And I was going to tell you…it’s just…it didn’t matter now.”

“But, Lou, if you let Steve know…if you talk it out with him-“

“Mom,” I cut her off, stepping back from her, “stop. Please. I love Steve. And I’ll eventually tell him. But I’m not taking any of these offers. I’m staying here and going to Hawkins Community. They have all the courses that I need to get a job…I don’t need some fancy university. It’s all gonna be fine.”

“But you wanted Purdue, so badly. I know you love Steve, but he’ll be happy for you, you’re going to tell him right?” she questioned.

I nodded without hesitation. I would tell him. Eventually.

—

“And then Keith told me I was on the brink, basically of getting fired,” Steve complained on the phone to me later on that evening after his shift at the Family Video was done.

“He can’t do that, he just doesn’t like you, he’s bluffing,” I told him.

He huffed on the other line, “I know!” he exclaimed dramatically, “Its just annoying. Like, I was late from my break by…maybe three minutes.”

I grinned, “Was it actually three minutes or like, an extra fifteen?” I questioned playfully.

He gasped on the other end making me laugh, answering that question, “Hey, you’re my girlfriend, you’re supposed to be on my side here!”

My laughter trickled off, “I am, love. I’m always on your side,” I said easily.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he told me quietly.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Harrington,” I told him with a small giggle.

I sighed deeply figuring that I might as well get the university news over with, “Listen, Steve, there’s something I need to tell you,” I began.

“Oh! Wait! Sorry, but I forgot to tell you,” he started, effectively cutting me off, “surprise, surprise, my parents are out of town this weekend. So I was thinking…me, you, my bed, our song…” he trailed off suggestively.

I felt my face heat up and my brain went blank, “We can definitely manage that, love,” I whispered.

He chuckled lowly on the other end, “Okay, perfect. What did you need to tell me?”

I cleared my throat not wanting to dampen this mood, “I’ll-we’ll talk about it tomorrow. When you pick me up.”

“Okay, babe,” he sighed, “and don’t forget, my parents wanted you to come for dinner tomorrow.”

I grimaced, “Don’t worry, I remember,” I mumbled, “what was with this sudden invitation? I haven’t been there since Christmas Day.”

He groaned, “I have no idea…I’ve barely seen them since Christmas,” he reminded me seeing as how he pretty much was only at his house to sleep.

“Well I’ll be there,” I smiled, “and then we’ll go support Robin at the pep rally,” I giggled.

He chucked on the other end, “And watch Sinclair,” he added.

I nodded, “It’s a big game,” I acknowledged.

He sighed, “We should go to bed…I’ll be to your place in the morning, okay?”

I smirked and nodded, “Yeah, no problem.”

“I love you,” he said quietly, sweetly.

“I love you too, baby,“ I replied.

We hung our phones up and I got settled into my bed. My nerves were growing because of these acceptance letters. I was grateful, obviously. But…I knew that when I told Steve about them he’d try to talk me into it. Especially when I told him about the scholarship. He would tell them there wasn’t a reason in the world good enough for me not to take Perdue.

But he was the reason I wouldn’t. I didn’t want to do long distance with him, I didn’t want to only see him once a month if that. Or worse just on holidays.

He would try and talk me into it. But there was no way in hell it would work.

[themichaelvan]

Table of Contents

FNaF: The Musical

    Night 1

    Night 2

    Night 3

    Night 4

    Night 5

    Aftermath

Sister Location: Blood and Tears

Pizzaria Simulator: Ground Zero

Web of Lies

-x-

Normal lettering is talking.

Italics is singing.

[Underlined brackets are actions, scene descriptions, or auditory/visual effects.]

---xxx---

FNAF: The Musical

Night 1

Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza

[Mark sits down in the night guard’s office and the phone begins to ring.]

Phone Guy: [offscreen] Uh, hello? Hello hello?

Phone Guy: [offscreen] Hi, I’m Phone Guy, pleasure to meet you! I’d like to leave a few quick words. Freddy’s friends can be a bit... active. 

Phone Guy: [offscreen, overlapped with Mark] Don’t be afraid though, they’d just like to say hi.

Mark: [overlapped with Phone Guy] Blah, blah, blah. That’s completely absurd.

[Main stage, where Chica, Bonnie, and Freddy are.]

Chica: Bonnie, Freddy, time to get ready!

Freddy: Midnight already?

Bonnie: Time to play!

Freddy: Hey, I heard they hired a new guy.

Bonnie: And it’s his first day!

[Back to Mark in the office.]

Mark: I’ll try out all the cameras to see what they do. Let’s check the animatronics- did one of them just move?! Don’t be dumb! That’s insane! Look, they’re standing all the same. Except for one, could it be? Bonnie’s staring right at me.

[Mark’s view of the stage glitches out and turns to static. Bonnie has bumped the camera down. He puts it back up and Mark’s view becomes clear again, right when Bonnie is directly in front of the camera.]

Mark: [screams]

[Camera switches back to the animatronics.]

Bonnie: What’s that sound?

Chica: It seems to be screaming!

Freddy: Everything’s seeming slightly strange...

Bonnie: Let’s say hi! He seems a bit jumpy.

[Mark is frantically clicking the laptop.]

Mark: How do these cameras change?!

[Mark changes the camera on the laptop and sees the animatronics heading towards the office.]

Mark: They’re heading here just to eat me, like juicy flesh-fruit! Or maybe they’ll all stuff me... inside a Fazbear suit!

[Mark jumps up and triggers the doors and lights]

Mark: Seal the doors! Hit the lights!

Freddy: Hey, new guy, are you alright?

Mark: Stay away! Leave me be!

Freddy: Don’t be scared, it’s only me!

Chica: Maybe we should leave him a note!

[A piece of paper slides under the door and Mark picks it up. It’s a childish drawing of Freddy and “IT’S ME” with a backward S is written on the top in big lettering. It’s all done in red crayon. Kazoo plays in the background.]

Mark: [screams]

Chica: Oh no, it sounds like he’s in trouble!

[Chica goes to pirate’s cove.]

Chica: Foxy, are you there?

Foxy: [questioning pirate noises] [Translation: Yes, I am here. I was going over a few notes about the state of the South Korean military, and their potential responses to a re-engagement of the Korean War.]

Chica: The new guy’s trapped inside!

Foxy: [affirmative pirate noises] [Translation: k]

[Foxy and Chica head back to the office, and Foxy starts breaking down the door. In the office, Mark is hiding behind the chair.]

Mark: They’re breaking down the door!

Chica: He sounds so terrified!

Freddy: Hold on! Foxy’s come to get you!

[Clattering noises come from the vent. Mark looks around at the ceiling.]

Mark: Is that something in the vent?! 

[Mark gets up.]

Mark: Why’s it smell like blood and mucus? Bonnie: That’s our natural scent! Freddy: [offended] Hey!

Mark: I need a disguise to hide in! A mask or a head!

[Mark forcefully peels a strip of duct tape. The expression on his face is one of manic glee.]

Freddy: Hey, Chica, check the kitchen. I think that camera’s dead!

[Mark is wearing a flat paper mask resembling Mangle. The lips and eyelids are exaggerated but it appears well-made. He’s wearing his glasses over the mask.]

[The vent rattles.]

Mark: Don’t blink. 

[More vent rattling, faint pirate noises come from it.]

Mark: Don’t breathe. 

[The vent is still rattling. The pirate sounds are getting closer.]

Mark: Don’t move. Please, Foxy, leave...

[Foxy breaks the vent down. “Baby I Love You” plays while Foxy wolf-whistles in pirate noises at the Mangle mask. The camera pans down over the mask. Foxy falls out of the vent and gets closer to Mark. A sudden crash is heard from off-screen. The laptop shows static on the kitchen camera and the text, “AUDIO ONLY”]

Chica: [offscreen] Oops... you were right, Freddy! The kitchen camera’s dead! ...Now...

[Mark suddenly grabs Foxy and puts him back in the vent, sealing them afterward.]

Freddy: What’s he doing?

Bonnie: Sealing the air vents!

Freddy: New guy, don’t! You need fresh air!

[Mark throws off the mask and sways back and forth.]

Mark: Wow, I’m feeling kinda loopy, at least I don’t feel-

[Mark sees a hallucination of the Giant Crazy Snake. He jumps and stumbles backward.]

Mark: SCARED!

[An alarm goes off and the laptop shows a warning sign with the text, “Music Box Ending”]

Bonnie: Oh no!

Chica: New guy forgot to wind the music box!

Mark: [Looks at the laptop with confusion] Huh? What the heck do I need a music box for?

[The Puppet dangles down from the ceiling right next to Mark.]

Freddy: [offscreen] To keep the Puppet sleeping!

Mark: [screams]

[The laptop shows the text, “Power left: 4%” with the percentage slowly draining.]

Chica: New guy’s using too much power!

Bonnie: New guy, open the door! You’re gonna blow a fuse!

[Mark is throwing papers at the Puppet while cowering in the corner under the desk. He is crying loudly.]

Mark: [while sobbing] Get this thing away from me!

[The laptop shows the text, “Power: 1%” for a second before it turns off and the power goes out.]

Mark: [screams]

Freddy: Oh, he must be scared of the dark!

Chica: Maybe he’ll cheer up if you sing him your song!

Mark: [crying] I wanna go home...

[A light clicks on in the dark behind Mark, revealing Freddy.]

Freddy: Hi there, I’m Freddy! Wanna come and play?

[Mark peeks out from the desk but quickly goes back under when he sees Freddy.]

Freddy: I think you’re special in your own way! I’d love to sing a song with you! It’s my favorite thing to do, ‘cause I love you through and through.

[Mark is shaking his head and mouthing “no” while looking at Freddy from behind the desk.]

Mark: [offscreen] Your singing sucks!

Bonnie: Wow, tough crowd.

Freddy: It’s not working! Come on, guys! Everybody sing along!

[The animatronics surround Mark as Foxy makes pirate noises along to the tune.]

Freddy, Chica, Bonnie: Come play with Freddy! Play the night away! All Freddy’s friends have come here to say: We’d love to sing a song with you! It’s our favorite thing to do! ‘Cause we love you through and through!

[There’s a crack of thunder and the animatronics go away. A person wearing a purple hoodie and purple gloves puts his hand on Mark’s shoulder.]

Mark: [while crying] Purple guy!

[The person flips his hood off and the lights come on.]

AJ: [in a friendly tone] AJ! I’m AJ.

Mark: Are you here to kill me?

AJ: ...No, I’m here for the morning shift.

Mark: Morning shift?

[The laptop displays the text, “6 AM” and a digital bell rings.]

Mark: It’s 6 AM! I-I lived! I lived!

[Mark hugs AJ. AJ looks awkward.]

AJ: Yep... yep, you did... by the way, how are you getting so many hours? You’re scheduled four more nights this week.

Mark: ...What?

Night 2

Mark’s House

[Mark is lying in bed and the alarm clock next to him reads, “8:01”. He gets up and opens the closet, throwing various weapons into a duffel bag.]

Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza

[Mark walks into the office and throws the bag down.]

Mark: Something here seems foul... something here just reeks of blood and suffering. Could it be these halls are echoing... of death. We’ll see.

[Mark opens the bag and takes out an AK-47.]

Mark: In all my dreams, I see...

[Freddy is hiding behind the desk while watching Mark. He mutters “Oh no...” and goes back outside.]

Mark: ...a maze of halls with bloody walls and countless scrawls reminding me, “IT’S ME”.

[Mark takes a machete and threatens a drawing of Freddy, then rips it off of the wall.]

Mark: Don’t play these games, you’ve lost your fright! I’m armed with more than a light...

[Mark cocks the gun and kicks the office chair back.]

Mark: And I’m surviving five nights!

[Mark pokes a wall of balloons with his gun, unaware Chica is hiding in them. She cries and goes back outside.]

Mark: No phones, no screens, no more. Just you and me, a gun or three, and nothing else between me and this door!

[Mark threatens the open door while Bonnie hides in the corner. Bonnies makes a weird and vaguely scared noise and goes back outside.]

Mark: You bring the fur... I’ll bring the fight! Hey, Foxy! Come get a bite! ‘Cause I’m surviving five nights! (ICONIC!)

[A man is sweeping right outside the door for a second before Mark shoots him. He immediately falls to the ground, apparently dead.]

Mark: [confused] You’re not Foxy.

[Mark is arrested and brought outside.]

Mark: No, no, no. You don’t get it, You don’t get it! There are animatronics, they’re children that were stuffed into animal suits and they’re trying to kill everybody- [indistinguishable over two police officers saying “Come on!” and “Uh-huh” respectively]

[Mark is led to the police car.]

Chica: We lose more security guards this way! [cries]

[A police siren goes off. The police officers come back to the car from somewhere. They both have donuts. The police car’s door is unlocked and open.]

Cop 1: ...We forgot to lock the perp in again.

Cop 2: Ah, the chief’s gonna have our badges for this one.

Cop 1: I won’t tell if you don’t.

Mark’s House

[Mark rushes inside. He goes to the bathroom and dyes the top of his hair a bright red-orange.]

Night 3

Nate’s Apartment

[A phone is ringing. Nate walks in holding mail. Nate sits down and a beep comes from the phone.]

Phone Guy: [offscreen] Uh, hello? Oh, uh, hey. I know we haven’t spoken in a while but there’s been a...a... firearms-related accident here at Freddy Fazbear’s and we’re currently without a security guard for the night shift.

[While Phone Guy is still talking, Nate opens the mail to see in large red lettering, “PAYMENT DUE: $925.00”]

Phone Guy: [offscreen] I know it’s not much, but I can get you a check on Friday. The thing is, we need someone tonight, because...  uh, well... the shift starts at 12-

[Nate picks up the phone.]

Phone Guy: [offscreen] Oh! Uh, hello?

Nate: Is the uniform still the same?

[Cut to after the phone call. Nate opens the closet, grabs the security uniform, puts on glasses, and goes to Freddy’s.]

Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza

[Nate enters the office and takes off his hat.]

Nate: It’s been seven years since I worked at this place, a part of my life I much regret. Saw kids burst in tears, a bear start eating a face. I tried to move on and just forget...

Nate: ...but YouTube ad rev isn’t all that great. So...

Chica: Hey! Where’s Bonnie?

Freddy: I haven’t seen him!

[Freddy and Chica call out Bonnie’s name and walk around. They find him in another room next to a box sealed with duct tape.]

Bonnie: What could this be? It wasn’t here before - it’s bigger than me!

Chica: Maybe it’s a big box!

Freddy: Obviously... It's full of party favors!

Bonnie: Pickles!

Chica: Ponies!

Freddy: Pizza!

Bonnie: [enthusiastically] The Pox!

[Freddy and Chica look at Bonnie weirdly.]

Bonnie: ...What?

[Nate is falling asleep on his desk.]

Nate: Falling asleep... until a phone starts ringing, six inches deep, beneath the mess on my desk! 

[Nate absentmindedly puts his hand on the upper counter of the desk, and accidentally squishes his hand into a cupcake, getting frosting on his hand.]

Nate: [disgusted] Why would they keep a rotten cupcake up here? Creepy and grotesque...

[Back to the animatronics and the crate.]

Chica: Maybe we shouldn’t touch it...

Bonnie: Why not? It’s just a shady crate!

Chica: It could be corrosive!

Freddy: Or even explosive!

Freddy/Chica: [at the same time] And nobody knows if it’s not safe!

Bonnie: Fine, okay! Just give me a minute. 

[Freddy and Chica go to the other room while Bonnie goes back to the box.]

Bonnie: I’ll wrap it back up and-

[Bonnie goes back to the crate to find the box ripped open.]

Bonnie: Uh oh.

[Bonnie looks around for a second before a green blur pushes him to the ground and the screen goes static. Nate is in his office looking at the static camera while tapping the side of the laptop.]

Nate: Camera’s gone dead... and now I’m wondering if it’s all in my head...

Unseen voices: [multiple overlapping] Yes, it’s all in your head!

[Nate looks around wildly. Chica and Freddy go back to where Bonnie and the box were.]

Chica: Bonnie, you said it’d only take a minute-

Freddy: Maybe it took him instead!

Chica: What should we do? I’m good at panicked screeching!

Freddy: Let’s look for clues, Bonnie’s got to be near! Chica, would you-

Chica: [panickedly screeches] Oh, sorry.

Freddy: -go look inside the kitchen?

Chica: On it!

[Chica leaves.]

Freddy: [to himself] How could he just disappear...?

[Nate is looking at the laptop and tapping the side of it.]

Nate: Where’s she going? Screen’s not showing, could’ve sworn that camera was fixed...

[A green blur tackles Chica before the screen goes to static. Freddy goes to Pirate’s Cove.]

Freddy: Foxy, can you help me? I need you, please, to tell me where Bonnie is before it turns six!

[Nate sees Bonnie tied up and gagged in the closet on the laptop. Springtrap reveals himself and Freddy screams. Springtrap starts to chase Freddy.]

Nate: Why’s Bonnie here? And why’s he tied up? What’s that sound in my ear?

Chica: [offscreen] It’s ‘cause the music box stopped!

[Nate sees Chica pop out of the music box on the laptop.]

Nate: Chica?

Chica: Oh dear! Watch out! He’s coming for you!

Nate: Good thing this door can be locked!

[Nate stands up and pushes the door button. The door doesn’t work. He clicks it a few more times.]

Nate: That’s weird... usually that only happens when-

[Springtrap bursts out and tackles Nate to the ground.]

Nate: [screams]

[Nate crawls backward while Springtrap advances.]

Nate: No! NO! NO! PLEASE DON’T KILL ME! I HAVEN’T EVEN CAUGHT UP ON STEVEN UNIVERSE YET! NO-

[Freddy appears with a superhero outfit on. It’s a gold, shiny, sleeveless top with a large purple “F” on it, as well as a gold bandanna on his head with eyeholes cut out.]

Freddy: Don’t worry! I’LL SAVE YOU!!!

[Nate has his eyes squeezed shut.]

Nate: You’ve gotta be kidding me...

[Freddy slowly soars toward Springtrap in a Superman pose. Just before he reaches him, Springtrap knocks him aside and over the desk, out of sight.]

Freddy: [offscreen] I changed my mind! RUN AWAAAAAY!

[Springtrap continues advancing on Nate.]

Nate: Got nowhere to run and I’ve got no place to hide! Got no chance to fight or even pray!

Chica: He’s got to be stopped!

[Freddy hauls himself onto the desk, now out of costume.]

Freddy: He’s too destructive to live!

Bonnie: [muffled, illegible] Watch out for the fan!

Chica: ...what did he say?

Freddy: He said, “Watch out for the fan!”

[Springtrap is bending Nate over the desk so his face is close to the uncovered metal fan.]

Nate: A little help would be great! My face is about to be fileted!

Freddy: Look! The Puppet is here to send him back to the crate!

[The Puppet dangles down from the ceiling and tackles Springtrap, allowing Nate to get away.]

Nate: Watch out for your strings!

[The Puppet gets caught in the fan’s blades and gets torn apart. His parts are scattered across the room.]

Nate: Ooh. Too late.

[Foxy pops out of the vent. The vent cover hits Springtrap, knocking him out. Bonnie, still tied up in the closet, falls over while wiggling and rolling around.]

Bonnie: [muffled yelling]

[Nate sighs and sits back down in the chair. Bonnie’s yelling can be heard over the laptop.]

Nate: You really can’t go one night without popping out of something, can you?

Foxy: [pirate noises] [Translation: I hid in there when Springtrap tried to stuff me in a Freddy Fazbear suit.]

Chica: He says he hid in there when Springtrap tried to stuff him in a Freddy Fazbear suit.

Nate: Aw, that’s horrible.

Freddy: [offended] Hey!

Nate: Speaking of horrible... what do we do about this?

[Nate kicks Springtrap with his foot.]

Chica: The Puppet was the only one who could defend us

[Bonnie comes in through the door on the floor, clearly struggling. Nobody acknowledges him.]

Freddy: And now with him gone, there’s no one to stop Springtrap.

Bonnie: [slightly muffled] Well I know a guy.

[Each of the animatronics turn toward Bonnie in shock. Nate leans forward on the chair.]

Nate: Where does he live?

Night 4

Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza

[AJ quickly walks into Freddy’s, stumbling and almost dropping his cup.]

AJ: Sorry I’m late. Traffic was a-

[AJ sees the office empty. The chair is still knocked over and the vent covering is on the floor. AJ picks it up and looks around.]

Mark’s House

[Mark is lying in bed, asleep. He twists and turns as he sees flashes of memories from his time at Freddy’s. First is Freddy laughing in eerie lighting, then Foxy growling while Mark wears the Mangle mask, then he hears glass shattering and a car screeching, then, finally, him shooting the sweeping person. His physical movements get more violent as the nightmares continue.]

Nate’s Car

[Nate is in his car with the other animatronics. Nate is driving, Foxy is in the passenger seat, and the rest are in the back seats. Nate is holding his cellphone up to his ear while it’s dialing.]

Bonnie: Maybe nobody’s home.

Nate: [looks back at Bonnie] It’s Freddy Fazbear’s. We literally pay somebody to be there.

Foxy: [alarmed pirate noises]

[The car swerves as a truck horn blares from offscreen. Nate turns his focus back to the wheel and everybody screams.]

Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza

[AJ is in the office, sweeping while listening and singing along to “Baby I Love You” badly. There’s a beeping noise and AJ looks around for a moment before pressing his finger to the earpiece he’s wearing.]

AJ: Yello? It’s Purple Guy.

Nate: Hey, it’s Nate. I’m, uh... I’m gonna be a little late to my shift, but, uh, don’t worry. I’ll be there as soon as I can.

AJ: Sounds good. Oh, hey, by the way, did you see any of the animatronics lately? I couldn’t find any of them today.

Nate: [badly lying] Uh... no. That’s- that’s weird.

Chica: Super weird.

Bonnie: Maybe they left in a car and went to go find somebody!

Freddy: Shhh! You guys are gonna blow our cover!

AJ: [adjusts his earpiece] Sorry, did you say something?

Nate: No, nothing at all.

Bonnie: Why?

Chica: Are you hearing voices?

Bonnie: Maybe the restaurant is haunted!

Chica: And the souls of the undead children keep talking to you!

Freddy: [shaking violently] OH, WOULD YOU SHUT UP??

Nate: [turns away from the phone to shush them, then turns back] Hey, I, uh. I meant to ask... if you see something green tied up in the closet... could you, uh... not mention it to anyone?

AJ: You mean this old thing? [AJ turns around and comes face to face with a deactivated Springtrap. Nate looks alarmed.]

AJ: I found it earlier when I was looking for the others. He kinda smells, doesn’t he?

Nate: You should really not touch that.

AJ: Nah, it’s fine. Looks like someone burnt out its wiring almost a decade ago. 

Nate: Yeah, I know. That’s what’s scaring me.

AJ: Well, I should probably get back to cleaning up. This place just keeps getting crappier every single night.

Nate: Alright, just, uh... just make sure you’re out of the building by midnight.

AJ: Copy that, boss.

[AJ hangs up and leans back in the chair.]

AJ: [to himself] On the other hand... a little overtime never killed anyone.

Mark’s House

[Nate pulls up in Mark’s driveway.]

Bonnie: Okay, this is the place!

Freddy: What about Springtrap back at the office?

Chica: What if he escapes out into the streets?

Nate: Look, you guys focus on getting inside. I’ll handle Springtrap.

[Nate opens his laptop and puts it on his lap. He opens a program titled, “bb.exe” and launches it. Back at Freddy’s, a small robot on wheels modeled after Balloon Boy rolls out from under the desk. It has a bright flashlight in one hand and a small red balloon on a stick in the other.]

BB: Hi!

Nate: Okay, buddy. Let’s keep him distracted.

[BB rolls out into the hallways of Freddy’s.]

[Mark is asleep on his bed before a sudden crash from outside his room wakes him up. He startles and yells. He gets up and shines a flashlight into the hallway. He doesn’t see anything until Foxy suddenly pops up in front of him. He screams and stumbles back. He hits Foxy with the flashlight and runs away]

Chica: Foxy! Are you okay?

[Nate sees Springtrap through the camera in BB.]

Nate: [to himself, quietly] There you are. Would you kindly follow me?

BB: Hello! [laughs]

[Springtrap growls and starts chasing BB, who rolls in the other direction.]

[Mark hides around the corner.]

[While Nate is singing, it shows Springtrap chasing BB in various places around Freddy’s. While Mark is singing, it shows him in his house.]

Mark: Is it true? Are they back? Am I going mad?

Nate: One mistake’s all it takes and this may go bad!

Mark: No one’s there!

Nate: No one’s there!

Mark: No one’s-

Freddy: -is somebody there?

Nate: Four more hours left for me to stall!

Mark: Why’s that furbag sneaking down the hall?

[Freddy is walking down the hall, unknowingly going toward Mark, who’s still hiding around the corner. He is not sneaking in any meaning of the word.]

Nate: No one’s there!

Mark: Someone’s there!

[Mark shines his flashlight into a room.]

Mark: [overlapping with Nate] Wish I could say no one’s there!

Nate: [overlapping with Mark] Wish I could say someone’s there!

[Chica pops up in front of Mark.]

Chica: Hi there!

[Mark screams and slams the door closed.]

Chica: [sarcastically] Okay, good talk.

Nate: I’ll fill the void with noise! Just focus on me!

Mark: Something’s breathing out beyond the door!

Bonnie: Hey, it’s me, I swear we’ve met before!

Mark: [very strongly] I don’t care!

Nate: No one’s there!

Chica: Where’d Foxy go?

Freddy: He’s in there! [points toward Mark’s room]

Nate: Hurry, guys, I think I’m losing ground!

[Springtrap is slowly gaining on BB.]

Mark: [slowly walks toward the closet] Why’s my closet making pirate sounds?

[Mark opens the closet to reveal Foxy, who makes a pirate noise. Mark screams and jumps back. Chica opens the door.]

Chica: Please come save us!

[Mark stumbles back and falls on the bed. Freddy pops out from behind it, scaring Mark more.]

Freddy: Springtrap’s gone insane!

Foxy: [pirate noises]

Bonnie: Does this help explain?

[Bonnie shows Mark a childish drawing of a hand-puppet Springtrap standing over a dead nightguard who has X’s for eyes, a pool of blood under them, and a knife in their back. Mark jumps back, grabs a knife, and holds it to Freddy’s throat.]

Mark: Stay back!

Bonnie: Huh, I guess it didn’t.

[Springtrap corners BB. Nate turns away in time but Springtrap catches up to BB and knocks off its antenna connecting it to Nate.]

Nate: That’s not good.

[BB slows to a stop and its lights turn off. Nate is frantically tapping the laptop.]

Nate: No! No! No, no no! Come on! Come on!

Freddy: [fearing for his life] Maybe we should just calm down and sing a special song together.

Mark: SHUT UP, BEAR!

Bonnie: Okay, take it easy.

Chica: Can you please put down the knife?

Mark: Don’t come any closer! I-I’ll carve out his stuffing and I-I’ll wear his skin like a suit!

Bonnie: Well now he’s just being ridiculous.

[Springtrap walks around BB so he’s in front of its camera. The camera is glitching out but Nate can still see what’s happening.]

Nate: Oh, please! Get up!

[Springtrap starts to viciously tear apart BB while growling and snarling. BB’s camera eventually turns to full static. Nate looks horrified.]

Mark: You’re not taking me alive!

Bonnie: Uh, we aren’t taking you at all!

Chica: We aren’t here to hurt you!

Mark: Get away from me! I’ll do it! I swear!

Foxy: [pirate noises]

Freddy: PLEASE DON’T KILL ME! [screams]

Nate: I’d be careful with that knife.

[Mark points the knife at Nate, who’s casually standing in the doorway.]

Nate: As Freddy Fazbear... he holds a special place in the hearts of children, so... you should show him a little respect.

Mark: You have the night shift? Are you with [utter fury] THEM?

Nate: [sarcastically] No, I’m the uber driver for a bunch of puppets.

Mark: What do you want?

[Freddy wiggles away from Mark.]

Chica: Your help!

Freddy: THERE’S A KILLER ANIMATRONIC ON THE LOOSE AT FREDDY FAZBEAR’S!

Nate: We’d go to the police, but they’d probably think we’re crazy.

Bonnie: [leans on Mark’s shoulder] Sound familiar?

[Mark walks over to the center of the room so he isn’t surrounded by the animatronics.]

Mark: Okay, wait, hold on a second. Even if I was to believe that you talking robots didn’t want to kill me, and even if I was willing to go back to Freddy Fazbear’s- which I’m NOT -what do I get out of this? Psychological damage? A horrible, gruesome death? 25 years to life with a cellmate named BUFFALO FRICKIN’ BILL??

Foxy: [disgusted pirate noises]

Nate: Well, I don’t know. Proving you didn’t lie to the police would be pretty cool.

Mark: ...Fine.

Freddy: Hooray!

[All of the animatronics hug Mark. Mark holds the knife up.]

Mark: Don’t touch me.

[All of the animatronics back off.]

[Mark, Nate, and the animatronics get in Nate’s car and drive off.]

Nate: Freddy’s opens in a few hours. We should lay low until everyone leaves for the night.

Bonnie: Who wants to listen to some awesome tunes?

[“Baby I Love You” starts to play. Foxy makes pirate noises along to the tune. Foxy’s music taste is bomb.]

Mark: Shut that off, or I will KILL you!

Night 5

Nate’s Apartment

[The animatronics are sleeping in a pile on Nate’s couch. They make various snoring and breathing noises. Mark is laying on the other side of the couch, while Nate is sitting on the floor next to him. They’re both trying to throw cards into a hat.]

Mark: You know, laying low is usually done quietly.

Nate: They are nocturnal.

Mark: They’re frickin’ creepy.

Nate: They’re also that.

Mark: How did you find out they were alive?

Nate: Same way you did.

Mark: With a machine gun?

Nate: [sarcastically] No, I had a bazooka.

Mark: Don’t make fun of me. I killed a guy. He was just sweeping the floor.

Nate: Actually, I heard that guy’s in stable condition.

Mark: Really? I put three rounds in his chest. That guy must have some black magic.

Nate: I’m starting to think he’s not the only one.

Mark: You got a plan?

Nate: Survive ‘till 6 AM.

Mark: I’m pretty good at that.

[Mark lands a card, the Three of Hearts, in the hat.]

Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza

[Nate’s car pulls up to Freddy’s. Mark, Nate, and the animatronics sneak into the office. BB’s detached, cracked head is hanging from the ceiling.]

Mark: Oh... That’s new.

Nate: Well, at least Springtrap stayed distracted.

[Nate goes to the laptop and looks through the cameras.]

Nate: He’s still in the building, but, without his wiring active, I have no idea how to shut him down. 

Mark: Is he actually made of springlocks?

Nate: Yeah.

Mark: Springlocks tend to fail when they get wet.

Bonnie: Let’s drown him in the toilet.

Chica: That’s a really ‘crappy’ idea!

Foxy: [exasperated pirate noises] [Translation: You idiots are annoying.]

Freddy: There has to be something better than that.

Nate: There is...

[Nate does something on the laptop.]

Nate: We all know Freddy’s isn’t exactly up to code-

Foxy: Yar. [Translation: That is true.]

Nate: -but they do keep a fire extinguisher in every main area of the building.

[Nate shows a map of Freddy’s with the main areas highlighted.]

Chica: I like where this is going.

Nate: So, if you can manage to find those, we can lure him back into the office...

Mark: [hits his fist into his palm] And hit him with everything we’ve got.

Bonnie: Where do we find them?

Nate: There should be one right here in the office, actually.

[Mark sees a glowing red spot behind an arcade machine in the office and moves it. There’s a fire-extinguisher-sized square of black/yellow striped tape, but no fire extinguisher.]

Nate: Well then, we’re gonna have to find one from somewhere else in the building.

Freddy: We can hunt them down if we know where to look.

Nate: There’s one in the main stage, one backstage, one in Pirate’s Cove, and one in the kitchen.

Mark: So... what am I here for?

Nate: To spring the trap.

[The animatronics all spread out to different places in Freddy’s. Nate and Mark stay in the office, preparing for Springtrap.]

Mark: Somewhere something’s hiding in the dark...

Nate: Somewhere Springtrap’s out there roaming free...

Freddy: Somewhere here a monster’s on the move.

Mark: [tying a rope snare] Something tells me we’re all gonna be...

Mark: [darkly] Dead!

[Foxy pops out of the vent onto the floor in front of Pirate’s Cove.]

Nate: [over the phone] Okay, it should be down near the floor on your left, Foxy.

[Foxy goes to the right.]

Nate: Your- your other left.

[Foxy goes to his other left and opens the curtain to Pirate’s Cove. He looks around, but finds nothing.]

Nate: Oh boy.

Freddy: Come on, Freddy, find it! Don’t let things get any worse!

Nate: [over the phone] There dead ahead; should be shiny and red!

[Freddy looks at the end of the hallway to where a rectangle of black/yellow tape, like the one in the office, is. There is no fire extinguisher.]

Freddy: Looks like somebody got to it first!

Bonnie: Somewhere here’s a thing I’m supposed to find.

Mark: Is he always like this?

[Nate shrugs and nods.]

Nate: [over the phone] Bonnie, turn around you dim, behind.

[Bonnie moves a few boxes out of the way.]

Bonnie: Ah, found it!

[There’s another rectangle on the wall, but it’s empty.]

Bonnie: Uh oh.

Chica: Someone help, I can’t find this alone!

[Nate taps the keyboard. The laptop shows static with the text, “CAMERA DISABLED - AUDIO ONLY” and Nate hands the phone to Mark. Freddy, Foxy, and Bonnie show up around Nate and Mark.]

Mark: Camera’s down, look sharp, you’re on your own.

Chica: Someone should really fix that...

[Chica opens a cupboard and finds a fire extinguisher in a tape rectangle.]

Chica: Aha! I think I found it!

[Chica grabs the fire extinguisher, unaware that Springtrap just sneaked up behind her.]

Chica: Fire extinguisher! Check!

[Chica notices Springtrap and screams. Nate, Mark, and the other animatronics get up and start preparing for Springtrap. Chica begins to run down the hallway towards the office with Springtrap chasing close behind her.]

Chica: I got it! He’s heading your way!

[Running into the office, Chica trips and falls. She drops the fire extinguisher, which Nate stops with his foot and picks it up. When Springtrap runs into the room, Mark pulls the rope, tying Springtrap up and suspending him in the air.]

Mark: Douse him! Now!

[Nate tries the fire extinguisher, but it fails, the nozzle comes off and the foam gets on his face.]

Nate: Well that didn’t go as planned.

[AJ comes in from behind and hits Nate with another fire extinguisher, knocking him to the ground but not rendering him unconscious.]

AJ: You can say that again.

Mark: PURPLE GUY!

AJ: AJ! [waves] I’m... not in a great mood, so... drop the rope and release my murder gremlin.

Chica: You were behind Springtrap all along?

AJ: He was just supposed to be scary, but he gets a little carried away.

Nate: [gets up] So then what was the point of all this?

Mark: Wait...

[A flashback to the end of Mark’s first night.]

AJ: How are you getting so many hours? You’re scheduled four more nights this week...

[Return to the present.]

Mark: He’s just doing this because he wants more hours!

AJ: Yeah. And I would have gotten them, too, if they hadn’t hired you schmutz to do the nightshift!

Nate: You can’t legally work that many hours!

AJ: You can’t legally let stinky animatronics bite children either.

Freddy: Hey, that was an accident.

Nate: Look, I didn’t even want this job.

Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy: Aww...

Nate: No offense.

Mark: And I’m kind of wanted for attempted murder.

AJ: So... you’re just letting me have the nightshift?

Nate: [gestures to the animatronics] As long as these guys have someone to stay up all night with.

AJ: Wow. That was a lot simpler than my plan to make you quit. I feel kind of stupid now. [tosses the fire extinguisher to the side.]

Mark: You are kind of stupid.

[Springtrap snarls at Mark.]

Mark: Woah! Just kidding... [under his breath] not really.

Bonnie: Wow, weird! Everything turned out okay.

[The phone starts to ring. After a few seconds, it beeps.]

Phone Guy: [over the phone] Uh... hello? Hello, hello? Oh, hey. Congratulations. It looks like you guys managed to survive five nights at Freddy’s. That’s... pretty awesome. Uh... unfortunately...

[Something hits one of the walls from the other side, causing a thunk sound.]

Phone Guy: That really wasn’t how I, uh, expected all of this to end.

[Something hits the wall again. The doors slam shut.]

Phone Guy: You see, I really thought you’d all turn on each other by now.

[Mark tries the door button. It doesn’t work.]

Phone Guy: But you didn’t.

[Another hit to the wall. The wall starts to protrude with every thunk.]

Phone Guy: So now I guess I have to drop by the office...

[The sound of whirring machinery starts faintly, and gets louder as a chainsaw breaks through the wall. It continues to cut and break through the wall until a man in a Freddy onesie (including head) with a chainsaw appears and steps through.]

Phone Guy: [in person] And finish the job!

[Phone Guy yanks off the head to reveal himself.]

Mark: Someone tell me what’s going on.

Phone Guy: Why, this is a crime scene! And you’re the victims. [sinister laugh]

Nate: Who are you?

Phone Guy: I’m your employer, Nate. I go by many names: Phone Guy, MatPat, Scott Cawthon... [walks closer to the group]

AJ: Is one of them “Evil Dirtbag with a Chainsaw”?

Phone Guy: [stabs AJ with the chainsaw] Why, yes, actually. [whispers] That one’s my favorite.

[Phone Guy jerks the chainsaw out of AJ and he falls to the floor.]

Mark: You’re gonna burn for this.

Phone Guy: Cool. Looks like I brought the right tool for the job then!

[Phone Guy briefly turns on the flamethrower part of his flamethrower/chainsaw hybrid and laughs maniacally.]

Freddy: [puts himself between the Phone Guy and the others] Leave them alone! This is MY restaurant!

[Phone Guy kicks Freddy and sends him flying into the wall, where he falls down to the ground.]

Chica: Freddy!

Phone Guy: Heh... you know... I should probably thank you, Mark. None of us would probably be together tonight if you had just listened to what I told you about the animatronics on the first night. 

Mark: [quoting Phone Guy] “Don’t be afraid...”

Phone Guy: [puts on the Freddy head, making his voice become slightly staticky] ...They just want to say hi! [laughs]

Mark: Not all of them.

[Mark lets go of the rope, letting Springtrap down. Springtrap goes straight for Phone Guy, growling. Springtrap goes for his head and Phone Guy screams. In his panic, he turns on the flamethrower and aims it toward the ceiling, lighting the building on fire.]

Nate: We should probably override the door controls.

[Mark grabs ahold of the button casing and rips it off with his bare hand. The doors unlock.]

Nate: Or... that works.

Bonnie: Mark, come on! Hurry!

[Mark gently takes Freddy’s body in his hands and carries him out. Nate follows.]

[Phone Guy saws off Springtrap’s head, but he still keeps attacking. Springtrap viciously beats Phone Guy, who is still screaming, into the wall. Fire spreads throughout the room.]

Phone Guy: WHAT IS THIS THING?!

[Phone Guy’s screams fade out as the fire spreads in Freddy’s.]

Aftermath

Somewhere in Los Angeles

[Nate is sitting on a park bench, looking at a newspaper. The headline reads, “FREDDY FAZBEAR’S BURNS TO THE GROUND”.]

Nate: [talking into a phone] That’s a shame. Should have gone with the headline Freddy Fazburns.

Mark: [over the phone] That’s horrible. Maybe you should go write for them.

Nate: A job without haunted animatronics or chainsaw maniacs? Sounds boring.

Mark: Well, I hear Freddy’s is opening a sister location if you want to transfer.

[Nate’s phone buzzes and he looks at it.]

Nate: Oh, I’m getting another call.

Mark: Alright, I’ll talk to you later.

Nate: Yep. See ya.

Mark: Buh-bye!

[Nate hangs up Mark’s call and takes the other one.]

Nate: Hello?

Phone Guy: [over the phone] Uh, hello? Hello, hello? Oh, hey. I bet this is one call you weren’t expecting. 

Nate: [looks around the park] How?

Phone Guy: It’s probably obvious now, but... I didn’t die in that fire. But when the police found me, they also found some, uh... rather incriminating footage on the security cameras. Or... what’s left of them, anyway. But the good news is, they told me I could make one phone call. 

Phone Guy: [continued] So, you know, I figured I’d give you one last ring. For old time’s sake. To remind you... there’s nowhere you can go that I won’t find you. There’s no place you can hide that I won’t kill you. And I’ll think about it every night until I get out of here. And when I do-

Nate: Um, sorry. Can I- can I put you on hold for a minute?

Phone Guy: ...What? Did you hear me?

Nate: [gets up and starts walking] No, no, don’t worry. Don’t worry, it’s just really quick.

Phone Guy: [overlapping with Nate] This isn’t over yet! They can’t keep me here!

Nate: [overlapping with Phone Guy] You’re gonna love the hold music.

[Nate presses a button on his phone while Phone Guy is still talking. “Baby I Love You” starts playing]

Phone Guy: [talking over the music] They won’t! I’ll be back! I’ll get you all!

[Nate tosses his phone into a fountain and keeps walking.]

FazGames Headquarters

[Foxy is behind a receptionist’s desk. Bonnie walks by holding the same version of the newspaper Nate had. The phone starts ringing and Foxy picks it up.]

Foxy: [unintelligible pirate noises]

Caller: Uh, is this FazGames, limited?

Foxy: Yar

[Chica is sitting at a desk with a computer on it. The computer shows a drawing on paper of a messily drawn Toy Chica (?) and an orange-and-white-colored Freddy head.]

Chica: Hey, Freddy! Check out this concept art.

Freddy: Hm... could we make the head purple?

A rooftop (?) somewhere

[Mark is lounging on a beach chair. A few hotdogs are cooking on a grill beside him. He reaches to his other side, pulls out Phone Guy’s flamethrower/chainsaw, and uses it to toast the hotdogs.]

[End credits roll.] 

[amypihcs]

Ho postato 433 volte nel 2022

Sono 296 post in più del 2021!

19 post creati (4%)

414 post rebloggati (96%)

Blog che ho rebloggato di più:

@pizza-hats-of-the-world-1882

@usergreenpixel

@enigma-the-mysterious

@tairin

@kaxen

Ho taggato 273 dei miei post nel 2022

Solo 37% dei miei post non aveva tag

#joachim murat - 14 post

#awsome - 8 post

#so cute - 7 post

#the three musketeers - 6 post

#love this - 6 post

#awsome art - 5 post

#raoul - 5 post

#fantastic - 5 post

#i mean - 4 post

#the boys - 4 post

Longest Tag: 96 characters

#napoleon's abusiveness showing in how many people of his higher rank sent him to go fuck himself

I miei post migliori nel 2022:

#5

AAAAND another one of my mad AUs

Music? On and rocking Courage? Mustered Dignity? Already waved her goodbye OK i’m ready. Apparently summer, having to study for exams i dislike and most of all reading nice books that send me in hyperfixation with the characters give me IDEAS™. After some time spent convincing myself to do it i’ve finally read The Three Musketeers and having loved it to FOLLY, i CLEARLY devoured also Twenty Years After and started the Viscount  of Bragelonne (Athos, i love you, but we’re not talking of you, forgive me my man). This new obsession tonight coupled with my ever present love for LOTR and Silm and since APPARENTLY heat goes up to my head, i thought:

Ok, here we have Aramis, ridiculously always good looking, even at like... 20 years from the first time we meet him he is THE SAME AS ALWAYS and in the Viscount for the little i know for now he didn’t age much either, Devilishly good with horses AND swords (eggrazziearcazzo, you may say, he’s a MUSKETEER) with almost ZERO impulse control (Athos works as impulse control for them, actually) but GREAT cold blood, can apparently sing quite well, some disregard for rules and some great agility and effort in actually always managing to break one of two of those and... oh look, all the boxes check and hear me out. Aramis. Being. MAGLOR FEANORION!!  I talked about this with my darling @tairin, my nice sis who i love and thank very much for being always there to hear me rambling about my obsessions and not having killed me yet. And she is even more of a genius than i suspected! (@joachimnapoleon​ please don’t kill us) She made me give a second check to who ELSE checked all the boxes and here, the illumination.  Good looking Incredible with horses Apparently skilled in verses/songs Devilish with a sword some disregard for rules NOT imposed by himself Joachim Murat. Being Maglor Feanorion.

Tolkien fandom out here (@thiswaycomessomethingwicked​ i get you’re one of us?) tell me if maglor wouldn’t have a portrait of himself like this one of our darling jojo, c’mon! He checks out also the diva personality!! 

Anyway, this was my new silly AU, don’t kill me please, i still have to pass biochemistry and see confirmed my credits for cmcf, i’m too young to die and my cats would miss me😂  I hope you at least laughed a bit form this one silly thing.

12 note - Postate 15 giugno 2022

#4

Happy death day Naps!

Wandering around facebook i found this nice Dumas quote

Do not be deceived, today I am doing better; but I feel the same that the end is approaching. When I am dead, each of you will have the sweet consolation of returning to Europe: you will see one another’s relatives, the other’s friends. As for me, I will see my good ones in heaven...Yes, yes - he added, animating and raising his voice with an inspired accent - yes, Kleber, Dessaix, Bessières, Duroc, Ney, Murat, Massena, Berthier will come to meet me, they will tell me about what we did together, and I will tell the last events of my life: Seeing me again, everyone will go crazy with enthusiasm and glory. We will talk about our wars with Scipio, with Caesar, with Hannibal, and it will be a pleasure... Unless - he added, smiling - they are afraid to see many warriors gathered up there. - A. Dumas, Napoleone.

Just to wish him a happy death-day

12 note - Postate 5 maggio 2022

#3

Guys i just needed to vent out a bit. We can’t find my cat. we looked into the house, outside, all over the sort-of-village where i live (i live in the country) and we can’t find it. Does any of you have an idea of why a cat can be disappeared in such a way? I just know that a moment she was inside and the other she was nowhere to be seen. I just needed to vent out a bit ‘cause i think i’m panicking just as much as before when we where actively looking for her. Do you have any idea of why a cat can just... fly and boh... i don’t even know if she actually is outside the house, even if i looked everywhere in. She’s injured under her neck, she had a dermatitis that we can’t manage to heal, even if she is way better than some months ago. sorry, just some venting out i don’t know how to cope with this

14 note - Postate 3 febbraio 2022

#2

Excerpt from ‘Gioacchino Murat e l’Italia meridionale’ -- presentation of the King

Sooo guys. Some time ago i got a book, ‘Gioacchino Murat e l’Italia meridionale’ which was introduced to me by @joachimnapoleon and after reading it I thought of making a post about it. Hope you will enjoy it!

So let’s get started! In the third part of the book we have a focus on the people who actually governed Naples, starting with the King and the Queen and proceeding with the ministers, describing how their personalities fitted in their roles and how they actually got their work done; this post will be about our favourite King of Naples, Joachim Murat. (the mistakes in the translation are entirely mine)

Here the original text in italian

Guarda il post completo

18 note - Postate 14 maggio 2022

Il mio post numero 1 del 2022

Just arrived!! I'm looking forward to reading it! I'm sure it will be epic!

28 note - Postate 26 novembre 2022

Guarda ora l'Analisi del tuo anno 2022 di Tumblr →

[chronically-tired-ghost]

having adhd is killer. i’m not saying that in the way that all the frat boys say to their buddies “yoooo dudeeeee that’s totally killerrrrr” i’m saying it in the way that it kills me. having adhd KILLS ME. i sat down to write, and automatically got distracted by seven diffrent things. i should probably write about life’s recent events. so yesterday was boring until i left my therapists office at 3:15. my boyfriend picked me up, he had no swim so he had the time, so we drove around for a while. he let me be on aux, even though he hates my music and all i wanted to listen too was radio head. i called my best friend, and then coincidentally drove past her and a car full of my friends and we all decided to hang out. i got in her car, and my boyfriend followed us to some pizza place because i had to be home earlier then the rest of them. and then his car exploded. right as we walk into the pizza place, some dude runs in and says “hey who drives the blue dodge outside, i just heard a bang, saw some liquid fly up, and then saw ur car smoking.” so obviously we run and check on his car. turns out his coolant thingy exploded. he’s always had a problem with it, so neither of us were too surprised. still, i ended up getting home at 4:30, leaving me to have 30 minutes to get ready for a spontaneous dinner with my dad he planned the day before. he picked me, my mother, and my brother up. which was weird. i was kind of zoned out for the dinner, i always am, i was pretty tired. i wish i wasn’t, i missed hearing my dad say he missed me and my brother a lot. i cried about that later. but it was weird, he was talking to my mom about his health in the car when we got out. she thinks he knows something we don’t, that he might be dying, because he’s never done anything like this. maybe the cancer has made him realize his mortality. i can’t believe it took that for him to realize that, i’ve known i’m going to die since 5th grade. it made me so anxious i tried to do it on my own terms every year after until my sophomore year in high school. very pathetic of me. i don’t really want my dad to die, but he’s already felt pretty dead to me for years so i’m not sure how much of a diffrence it’ll make for me. after he dropped me off, i went upstairs and read part of a book called “optimists die first”, i forgot who it’s by. i think the title is true, but the book reminded me that i hate reading. it’s nice that i’m a pessimist. just means ill live as long as i want. i’ll still probably die on my own terms i hope. then my boyfriend picked me up in his moms car. i like her car, it has seat warmers, and i have a problem with being perpetually cold. i think it’s because i’m secretly a ghost. we went to his house, and watched 500 days of summer. i hated it. it was just bad. i hated it so much. then something really weird happened. my best friend called me to let me know that not just one, not just two, but all four of the people who despise me, no longer do. so now i truly have no enemies. that gives me no satisfaction at all surprisingly, probably because i can’t seem to care about much. nothing has really been worth the time for a while. anyways, i spend the rest of the time i had at my boyfriend’s playing with his cat, who’s a black cat with a very similar personality to me. i think he’s a pessimist too. he doesn’t seem to like to do much except for sleep. just like me. but then my mom made me come home, so i went home, said hi to her, told her about having no more enemies, and then fell asleep. i’m getting picked up by 3 of my friends for lunch today, my best friend, my friend from my friend group, and a mutual friend of all of us. that’s gonna be kinda nice, but i also know ill be too exhausted to make too much conversation. i’ll probably spend the rest of my starbucks gift card today. they are coming out with lavender foam drinks this friday though, so maybe ill save it for those. anyways, im gonna take a nap in class right now. good night.

[ghouhlish]

The application (The domino effect)

AUTHOR NOTE: I’m getting block bro I’m in sm pain.

Usually I don’t draft my stuff then edit it I just trust and start writing then read it over once incase I got some word wrong then post if I’m happy enough. 2:49am and I got lazy reading it over so this is what you get!

PLOT: Enid, freshly fired, sees an ad in the paper for a new job as a waiter at The Weathervane, working for a trained chef! Nothing can go wrong, right? (Wednesday Dead Plate AU)

TWS: none rlly. it’s normal for now. Maybe for the dude talking about wolves? Use of mutt as insult? Stuff like that.

_

Everyday Enid would have a strict routine.

Wake up, get ready, pick up mail, do rounds, straight to the pizza place.

She had a new job, paper boy. So for a while now she would do just that, pick up the paper, do her rounds, then, already being dressed in her delivery uniform, she would go straight to her local pizza place and begin.

The girl had seen practically every job there is: she worked in an office, but it was boring. She’s worked in retail, she blew up at a customer because they were rude to a college. She worked as a milk man, she overslept one day and only a few people got milk. No one was happy.

So it’s a big thing she’s somehow keeping these jobs. The delivering is hard sometimes, like now.

Enid cycles down backstreets and alleys she knew were shortcuts, hair tucked into her cap to avoid it whipping her face in the wind.

“Shi-“ she swerved quickly to avoid a woman suddenly walking in front of her. She didn’t catch a view of her, but quickly shouted an apology while she skidded round a corner and arrived at the house.

It was a little creepy, the house had Halloween decorations still up despite it being January and a creepy feel to it.. But it was work, so she puffed out her chest, pulled her cap down more.

As she worked her way up to the front door she quickly glanced to the bike. Too late?

Too late.

She hadn’t even grazed the doorbell when the door jerked open.

“How much?”

The man stood tall, maybe 6’2? He looked annoyed. Greys sprouting. Significantly older than the Sinclair at his doorstep.

“That’ll be £7.56, sir” She flashes her iconic ‘please tip me!” Smile

The gruff man scoffs.

“They said it would be £4.56. Not this. What is this, anyway. 5 star pizza??”

“I’m sorry, sir. I was only told that’s how much it is.”

“Check again.”

Enid freezes, dumbfounded.

“I..” she looks between each of his eyes, confused. She then takes the receipt from the box and views it.

“£7.56.”

The man scoffs once more, mumbles.

“Stupid wolf. Can’t even read. Mutt.”

She blinks. “Pardon?”

“I said you can’t read, pass it to me.”

She considers jumping him for a second, then thinks better. It’s work. She passes it to him and he scans.

“Nah, that’s a 4. I don’t know how they teach you but clearly you’re a rebel. Dyed hair? You probably think you’re so cool, huh?” He laughs, cracking a smile that looked misplaced onto his face.

“If you don’t want your pizza then I have other delivery’s.” Her face was no longer plastered with the politeness it originated with.

“And who said I don’t want it? See, can’t even listen.” He rolls his eyes.

“You live alone?” Enid, not reacting anymore, just holds the pizza, lightly taping on the box as she feels the heat try to escape. She’s definitely not getting a tip.

“Why?” His nose scrunches in grimace, but all she hears is a screaming yes.

“No woman other than your mother could ever love you.” Matter-a-fact and straight faced. I should play poker, she thought.

His eyes widen and his slight smile drops.

“You stupid boy. No woman wants a man who talks so vulgarly out of place to their elder. Your job is deliv- are you even paying attention??”

Enid isn’t listening anymore, she got tired of feeling the heat escaping and decided not to waste.

She pulls a slice out, the cheese gracefully doing that stringy thing it does. When it finally breaks, Enid’s smile is in full fruition. Slightly malicious, mostly genuine delight.

The wolf had decided against breakfast in turn for being early, earn more money. Clearly this interaction did not yield money, and oh gosh did that pizza look good right now.

She closed the box, revealing the frozen man. His face in shock. It was art, better than any renaissance painting, to Enid. They were pretty but this was something different, justice.

She bit and it felt like for a second everything was right in the world.

But then the man laughs.

“Wait for me to go down to that pizza place and tell them exactly what you did. Who are they going to believe? The customer? Or the erratic delivery boy who didn’t even get the money for the pizza.”

She grimaces. Ohhh f-

_

Blacklisted. She didn’t even know you could be blacklisted in the delivery job. Her paper caught wind and decided she was unreliable.

On the bright side! They did give her one last free paper. A parting gift, they called it. Its free anyway so what was the point of that?

The Lycan sits on her couch, paper next to her. She sighs. She has one month before she’s on the curb.

It’s not hard to pay for pizza, Enid pays for it every other day. She doesn’t throw a fit when they calculate wrong, she pays and, when she can, she tips.

None of that matters now.

She picks up the paper and decides to read it. If she was going to find a new job, she had to find it now.

“Will rent ris-“ flip. Too depressing.

“New movie N-“ flip. Not enough to go see.

“Job openings!-“ there it is.

She scanned the page, delivery was a job opening, but wait! That thing that calls itself a man got her blacklisted!!

Then she stops.

“Opening for a waiter at the weathervane. 9-7, pay to be discussed. Located in Jericho, next to the flower shop. Talk to owner if interested and fill out form.”

_

She rushed down to The Weathervane, bike just about at a halt when she jumped off and walked inside. Yes, she wasn’t the best dressed there, but, if she did say so herself, it was fine for filling out a form.

Surprising to her, she got a callback.

_

“So you… have experience?” A girl who looked around her age sat across from her, in a formal looking outfit.. is she underdressed?..

Well, it was just a normal chef outfit, but the wolf noticed that instead of white, the outfit was black. 6 buttons on the side

Oh wait, question. What she was about to say wasn’t really a lie. She had had experience, just been fired.. a lot.

“Yes, 7 months”

Not consecutively, but good enough.

She looked around the room, getting distracted yet again. She looked at the book shelves and different pens. What would it be like if she touched one? Would she be sent out?

“Excuse me?”

“Hm?”

“Are you paying attention?” The gothic girl didn’t look very amused. Her lips were in a line and her eyebrows just the same. She wasn’t getting the job, was she?

“Sorry, I’m a little distracted. Could you repeat?”

“The pay. It’ll be £23 an hour. Is that good for you?”

Enid smiles, flashing her teeth. The gothic girl looks a little fazed, but not by much.

“Very good, thank you so much.”

“You begin this coning Monday. Your uniform should arrive. From your application we already know where to send it. If you have issues, you come to me.”

“Understood! I won’t disappoint you.” She extends her hand for a handshake, no avail. So she puts it back to her side and rises. She pauses.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name?”

“Wednesday Addams.”

“Enid Sinclair, I will see you Monday!” Her smile grows, more teeth showing. Her canines are sharp, and will soon sink into the heart of her boss.

-

-

[howandreviews]

Taking the Digital Leap: Unraveling the Mystery of Online Surveys — Is It Really Worth Your Click?

Online surveys, the digital frontier that tempts us with the allure of rewards, or just an inbox clutterer? The truth is, navigating the world of online surveys is like wandering in a jungle; you never know what you might find! From lucrative opportunities to dead ends, it’s a mixed bag. Ready to dive in? Here’s a 10-step guide to help you conquer the survey wilderness. Fasten your seatbelts, or maybe just your mouse-clicking finger; it’s going to be an adventurous ride!

1. Know Your Platform:

Pick your survey platforms thoughtfully. Some sites are like hidden treasures, while others are mere fool’s gold. Doing proper research isn’t just smart; it’s your map to success! Research is key! I have completed surveys that were a complete waste of time. I would spend hours for just pennies…not anymore! I have narrowed it down to only do the top companies that will pay a decent amount for my time. There are companies that will actually pay $5, $8 or more per survey.

2. Privacy Matters:

Don’t let your personal information become the town gossip. Check the site’s privacy policy to ensure your data stays in safe hands.

3. Time vs Reward:

4. Be Honest:

Your genuine opinion is the golden ticket, not the fabricated one you think the surveyors want. Why play pretend? Trying to bluff your way into a survey about something you know zilch about can lead to a big, messy survey fiasco. Stick with honesty; it really does pay — literally! I’ve been working with some companies for years, and the quick bucks started rolling in because they took the time to gauge my true traits. They’re after real, candid responses. Think about it: if you were seeking answers, would you want a fibber on the other side?

5. Avoid Scams:

If a survey site’s asking for your credit card info, skedaddle quicker than a cat fleeing from a bubble bath. Trust me, common sense is your co-pilot here. Pay to play in the survey game? Nope, that’s as wrong as pineapple on pizza (or right, if that’s your thing). This whole gig should be as free as a bird in the sky. But hey, don’t just rely on my chatter. Swing by Survey Police, the Sherlock Holmes of the survey world. They’ll spill the beans on every survey company, leaving no stone unturned. How’s that for a safety net?

6. Keep Track:

Trying to keep up with multiple survey sites? It’s like being a circus juggler, only the balls are your survey projects! Without keeping track, you might end up lost in the survey wilderness without a clue. Me? I’m a bit of an old-school survey ranger — I keep folders for my projects, recording my earnings like a prospector noting down where the gold’s at. Regular surveys? Oh, I’ve got a list for those, meticulously tracking when I cash in to gauge if it’s worth my time. Think of it as a treasure map, only the ‘X’ marks where your extra cash is hiding. Now, where did I put my explorer’s hat?

7. Be Patient:

Building Rome might’ve been quicker than watching your survey earnings grow. It’s a slow burn, but patience is your best friend here — think of it as tending to a money tree, drop by slow drop. But hey, not all surveys are snail-paced! Some companies pay a nifty $1–2 per survey, which, believe me, beats the ones tossing mere pennies your way. More surveys? More cash! It’s as simple as grandma’s pie recipe. And hold onto your hats; these companies might just invite you to focus groups. Picture this: a web interview paying $200 for an hour’s chat or an online group that pays $350. Not too shabby, right? Meanwhile, those regular surveys keep piling up the dough, like a slow-cooking pot of financial stew. Dig in! Do you just want to dive in to focus groups only, then here is my list.

8. Mobile Friendly:

If the survey site’s as mobile-friendly as a bear with a sore paw, you’ll be swimming in frustration instead of basking in earnings. So, check if it plays nice with your phone before diving headfirst into that digital pool. Most of the companies I’ve partnered with for surveys roll out the red carpet for both mobile users and computer champs. Curious about the surveys I’ve conquered and what to expect? Swing by my site, listed under survey symphony. It’s like the guidebook to the survey wilderness, minus the mosquito bites!

9. Use Reliable Emails:

10. Have Fun:

Surveys are your chance to shout your opinions from the virtual rooftops. Enjoy it! It’s like casting a vote for your favorite dessert, but instead of a sugar rush, you get tangible rewards. In my own joyful jaunt through surveyland, I’ve stumbled upon a treasure trove of knowledge about new products and snagged some really nifty items. It’s like a never-ending game show where learning is half the fun, and the prizes? Well, they’re just the cherry on top!

Conclusion:

And so, intrepid survey adventurer, the path is laid before you. Whether you’re hunting for some extra pocket change or simply reveling in the thrill of sharing your two cents, know this: the online survey landscape is as vast and varied as a buffet table at a food lover’s dream party. Steer with wisdom, and may your mouse-clicking quests be filled with triumphs. In my own explorations, I’ve not only gathered money but also scored some stellar swag, like coffee pods/machine, a DVD player, gift cards to my favorite dining spots, free groceries (yes, free!), diet plans (for balance, of course), a massager, and a smorgasbord of snacks. So grab your digital hat and embark on your journey. Happy surveying, fellow explorer!