#curseofbreadbear

[fazeruined]

@curseofbreadbear said: [Freddy's hearing might be severely impacted, but his proximity sensors detected someone in the general vicinity. Without sight, without ( clear ) sound, it was impossible to distinguish whether this was an intruder or a guest -- he was unsure of how he ought to react, of whether it was better to issue a warning or a greeting. He hadn't encountered a guest in ages, but that was due to…outlying factors. For all he knew, the Pizzaplex was open, and he was an anomaly in its corridors.] [For now, Freddy stood; his stomach hatch "twitched," opening and closing in a manner outside of his control. Unbeknownst to him, it resembled a monster unhinging its jaws, preparing for its next meal. He tried to speak…but what came out was a garbled mess, resembling a terrible growl.] -prototype freddy for gretel >:333

" Freddy!? Freddy, are you okay?? Please be functional... "

Gretel Cassie would recognize the bear anywhere, even though his head seemed stuck under debris; Still, she watched apprehensively as he managed to free himself from that predicament anyways.

She felt a peculiar tinge of hope with how 'put together' he looked compared to the others; he evidently still had a great deal of his casing left, more than everyone else. Perhaps that meant he could be in a far better and more stable state, maybe he's the one that can help her!

That hope doesn't last.

When he faced her, she could see the true extent of his damage, and it was far worse than anything she could've thought. His garbled growl is met with a terrified scream from Cassie, who even falls back on her bottom from the shock.

No, that didn't seem friendly at all.

Cassie scrambles up on her feet, and begins to run the other way, through the ruined Fazerblast maze. Hopefully she doesn't trip and fall, with how cluttered the attraction is.

[mute-call]

He had tried. He had really, really tried.

Jeremy had been right all along. There had been something deeply, disturbingly wrong with the animatronics, and Steven had done everything he could to get the poor kid switched to day shift as quickly as possible after witnessing it all first-hand. Bell had taken the night shift himself to cover the sudden guard rotation, unwilling to force Fitzgerald to finish even a single week in the position.

But it hadn't been enough. Day, night, it hadn't mattered; something about Jeremy specifically made the 'bots practically hateful. One second, Fitzgerald had been keeping an eye out to make sure none of the parents were targeted, the next--

Steven doesn't consider himself a very squeamish person, but he had barely made it to the restrooms before he had vomited, praying that anyone else still at the scene would have the presence of mind to call 911.

Someone must have, or else he wouldn't be here right now.

"H-Hey, wow, l-look at you!" Steven's face is pale, the bouquet in his hand swaying slightly from the tremors in his fingers. He hastily places it down on one of the hospital room's guest chairs, wiping off the water and sweat from his hands onto his slacks.

"What a trooper! Heh. You look great!" For a guy who had had his skull caved in.

"I just--I hope it's okay I'm here, the, uh... nurses let me in. I can leave. I'm just--" 'sorry' doesn't begin to cut it.

"...here. For you. I'm here for you. Yeah."

@curseofbreadbear.

[bdkrp]

@curseofbreadbear sent:

“   It’s sea shanty time once again my fellow bastards of the ocean! ” -foxy! saw this one and i KNEW i had to

“Pfk—!” There's Bedeku nearly choking on water the moment that they heard the fox say those words.

They just... turn to him and glare with squinted eyes. “When did you learn to say that??”

[animatronicabundance-archived]

@curseofbreadbear asked: cassie? can you hear me? are you all right? -greggy for cassie - thinking abt post-ruin shit...

Cassie’s head felt like she was underwater ever since the elevator dropped….since Gregory-. Roxy had found her, and the two did their best to bandage what they could between the knowledge of a currently blind wolf and a child. From there the only way to go was up really, Cassie carefully riding on the wolf’s back as they made their way back into the upper layers of the ruined Plex. Once the climbing was done, Roxy carefully switched to cradling the injured girl. It was then that they both heard a voice echoing among the ruins. Cassie’s hearing aids were slowly giving their last bit of life, something she herself was feeling, but she still heard-.

Cassie’s head feels like it’s pulled above the water…..will she be sinking back down in a moment?  Roxy growls but Cassie does her best to try and calm down her canine guardian.

“R-Roxy please d-...I n-need to know….pl-please I n-need to face h-him.”

And so the girl and wolf make their way to the sounds of Gregory, though Roxy’s grip on Cassie in her arms tightens just slightly to protect her incase.

[ashenwinds]

sailor @curseofbreadbear sent a message in a bottle. . .

✏ & ✂ (foxy and a pirate of ur choosing? 👀)

     ↪   Send ✏ and I will draw your muse to the best of my abilities

animatronic pirate fox 🤝 spicy pirate skeleton

[gatorsnapped]

@curseofbreadbear ♪ ♫ [Against her wishes, Cassie had been "dragged" back to Monty's Gator Golf by her father. His reasoning was sound -- he had passes for the place that were on the verge of expiring, and believe it or not, she'd enjoyed this place before Bonnie was replaced. Alas, her distaste for Monty had led to bitter feelings about the sport of mini-golf itself. She loved playing it, but could she really stand being around Monty for a prolonged period of time?]

[Time would tell, but she was already fuming from across the golf course -- Monty was signing autographs and thriving in the limelight. Innocent as that act was, Cassie knew the truth -- he was enjoying his stage presence at the expense of one of her favorites. She couldn't just let that slide, could she?]

[Cassie dropped her golf club and marched towards the stage, fixing Monty with a glare, a small distance from the rest of the crowd. From way in the back, she accused him, loud and proud:]

❝ I know what you did to him, Monty! Bonnie's gone because of you!! ❞ -you called me out so bad i have wanted smth like this for ages. take cassie AND a gremlin, technically, since she's acting like one :') (cue her getting banned from monty golf)

The gator is just beaming, living in the moment. The attention on him, being able to focus on the children and their affection pouring out. A wonderful distraction from what had been swirling inside his processor, his thoughts. The large tail is gently swaying back and forth, one of the employees having to make sure none of the kids get too close considering the punch the tail can pack. Of course, it would never be intentional harm ; the thought of harming a human or another animatronic unsettled Monty to say the least. Which is why he drinks in the attention gained at the moment -- a distraction from the accusations. He loves the kids, unbothered by the rumors, only asking him out of curiosity rather than accusing him. Well. . . almost all kids. Monty's attention snaps up quickly -- getting the handler nearby to jump out of their skin. Eyes narrow from behind the star-shaped sunglasses, glaring in the direction of the voice. He knows exactly who that is. He holds back the sparking anger -- she's just a kid, she doesn't know any better. Doesn't make it any better that it digs deep considering his bond with the aforementioned rabbit, “Don't you dare come in here accusin' me of that!” He moves forward, almost running into one of the kids that had just gotten their poster signed, “If you come in here believin' I hurt my friend, get out and don't you ever come back!” There is a growl out of the gator, a couple kids around starting to whisper their concerns. The outburst feels unnatural to him, a more heated response than he would have given before. Grief? Or something else. . .

[horrifichaunts]

@curseofbreadbear asked:

❝ Ten, twenty, thirty, forty... ❞ [Michael paused, then pinched the bridge of his nose. Forty, right? He was at forty?] ❝ ...Fifty... ❞

[He set the next ten-dollar bill down, then stared at his "profit pile" for a good minute or so. He'd counted fifty-something on the fives, there were three hundreds, and...how many twenties? And now five tens. He was on the verge of starting over, already having lost count; he could FEEL his head incomprehensibly ache. Was that called phantom pain? Whatever. He couldn't think. He couldn't count.]

[Setting down the yet-to-be-counted tens in his hand, he glanced over at his teensy assistant -- he was basically a walking, talking calculator, right? Robots were good at math...]

❝ Helpy...you wouldn't happen to be good with numbers, would you? ❞ -michael for helpy! i saw you liking my dumb hc and i had to Do Something dksjfjkd

Helpy didn’t want to say anything, not just because his speech was rather limited with how tiny he was, but he’d been keeping an ear on Mike’s progress. Resisting the desire to cheer the man on as he counted for fear he’d mess up his counting. Micheal was making a good attempt at it, and there’s some sort of warm feeling in his little radio and metal filled chest. 

Looking up from his paperwork when he hears his name, a small wiggle of his ears, and a silent eager nod at Mike. Carefully getting up and walking over to Mike’s desk, little arms up and gently jumping because curse his short legs Mike’s gotta put him up there.

“I g-got this….. b-b-boss ,...don’t ….you w-worry. W-Would you like…. me to… pl-play music… while I… w-work.. th-though?”

A small tilt of Helpy’s little head, he may just be a tiny animatronic but he picked up on the sense that Mike’s a little tense. 

[rockcoins]

@curseofbreadbear deposited : ♪ HAPPY FAZBEAR BIRTHDAY ! ♪ PIZZA , GAMES , & CAKES ! ♪ OPEN ALL YOUR PRESENTS UNTIL YOUR TUMMY ACHES ! ♪ YOU ARE ONE YEAR OLDER ON YOUR SPECIAL DAY , AND WHEN THIS SONG IS OVER , YOU'LL BE ON YOUR WAY !! ♪

$ . *　✦ ! Rocky clapped along with the rythm of the entirety of the song , swaying his head happily as he did . He was feeling extremely content with being the one getting entertained for once , and you know what ? He absolutely deserved it with how hard he worked every day .

[sunnymused]

💕

Positivity // always accepting

Alright @curseofbreadbear it's your turn. We've been friends for like, what, a year? A year and a half? We met in the Walten Files rpc and honestly it was as fun writing with you back then as it is now! You're always open to my silly ideas, and I remember all of our twin aus fondly (I want to bring Felix and Frank back!!). I'm sorry I'm horrid at replying to our threads. But I love the relationships we're able to make with our muses! You're one of my favorite people on this site and I hope you're doing better mentally.

[donewithyourschmidt]

@curseofbreadbear​ asked:

“I often find meself questioning how yer still alive.” -woe, pirate fox be upon ye!

From behind the closed door of the office, Mike could be heard clasping his hands together, as though pondering Foxy’s words. Cameras were lowered for the moment - the guard knew no one besides the pirate was near. Chica was occupied in the kitchens, banging around, Bonnie was nowhere close to him, and Freddy hadn’t even moved yet.

 “You know, that’s an excellent question. I, uh... wonder that myself.” He looked at the door as though he could see Foxy through the steel, tilting his head. “I’d say I’m lucky, but I know I’m not. If I was, I wouldn’t be here.” A touch of bitterness colored the soft words. He had been forced to grow up fast, and sometimes it hurt. People his age were supposed to worry about tests and the looming threat of college, not deciding between eating or paying rent. Or being killed by singing animals.

Still, there was no point thinking about what should be his reality. He only needed to focus on what it really was. “You’ll get me someday.” It was stated simply, the bitterness gone. Mike knew well what his end would eventually be, but as long as he could delay it, he would. “What about you, though? You’ve been out of order a long time, right? Don’t you, uh...ever...wonder why management hasn’t...well, fixed you, or...y’know? At least, I wonder why...why keep you around, in limbo? It seems...cruel to you.”

[fazeruined]

@curseofbreadbear said: [How could he have forgotten his superstar's birthday? This paradox had rattled around in his nonexistent head ever since they arrived at the Daycare -- the attendant greeted her with an over-enthusiastic "happy birthday!", and all at once, the realization crushed him. It was her birthday. He hadn't remembered.] [This was unprecedented for ANY animatronic, let alone a Freddy. He was specifically programmed to remember these things. Birthdays were precious holidays; he adored contributing to those smiling faces and cheery celebrations, singing the Fazbear birthday song, and helping the little ones blow out the candles. Out of all of his lost memories, this was affecting him the most...but he had no time to panic.] [While Cassie's injuries were being examined by the attendant, Freddy rushed to prepare a birthday celebration for her -- no matter how crummy or minuscule. Anything to make up for his error.] [When she got back, Freddy had a shabbily-assembled birthday party in order for her, complete with a banner and a mangled present (alas, the one in his chest cavity was all he had). As he sensed her arrival, he greeted her with a typical wave, then hummed the Fazbear Birthday song for her...the same way he did when they'd met. It didn't feel like enough, but he hoped his sentiment would shine through.] -prototype freddy!! this scenario has been rotting my brain since i typed it out in the tags ksfdjkfsjk (note: ive Officially decided that the present in his chest cavity is a glamrock freddy figure that's been so crushed and mangled that it looks exactly like him :'))) happy birthday cassie you get a proto freddy figure!!)

To be fair, Freddy shouldn't be able to remember something he didn't know in the first place. And also to be fair, Cassie herself wasn't actively remembering it either.

With everything that's been going in her life, her birthday was like the very last thing on her mind if at all... And she's grown to stop seeing much of a point in celebrating it, too. She had no one to celebrate it with, and in the grand scheme of things, it was just another day in her life...

And the one person left she thought would be someone who'd show up to a party for her... tried to KILL her.

Now her one only friend was a broken, headless robot.

With their team-work back in Fazerblast, they managed to salvage a stroller-- its hood was completely gone and it had a few holes, but after (un)twisting and straightening its wheels back, it was perfectly usable for what they needed: A means to take Cassie without requiring her walk on her badly injured body, and Freddy not having to constantly worry about hurting her with his hazardous casing while carrying her, and also they didn't need to separate.

Luckily for them, even in his broken state, Freddy was still perfectly strong and capable to clear a path for them to reach the Daycare despite the ruined condition of the now abandoned PizzaPlex.

After knocking on the big (faux?) wooden doors, they were greeted by the more harmonious and stable form of the Daycare Attendant known as Eclipse, brought forth after Cassie'd rebooted them. While friendly and happy to be visited again by the birthday girl and her friend, his first action would have been politely turning them away because "he wasn't finished cleaning the Daycare so it wasn't fit for visitors yet," but the moment he set eyes on Cassie he detected her injured state, and that obviously took priority in his programming.

Engaging his safety mode, Eclipse let both in, while also taking over the duty of tending to Cassie's injuries, which allowed Freddy time to 'chill' in the Daycare.

Eclipse wound up having to use a lot of anti-septic to clean out Cassie's injuries then bandage her up, and lastly give her some medicine, mostly painkillers and some anti-inflammatory. The medicine made the girl drowsy as they kicked in, on top of her being already fatigued from her 'journey'. The Daycare still had all the good stuff stored such as blankets, pillows and sleepbags, so Eclipse easily egged her on into sleeping-- her body did need the rest to help recovery, after all.

That would give Freddy time to prepare his surprise.

And he wouldn't get to do it alone! After Cassie had been put to sleep, Eclipse wound up checking on him and what he was doing next. While he still had 'cleaning' to do, he was more than glad to help the headless bear set up a birthday party for the girl, especially if she wouldn't have any otherwise.

Along with Freddy's preparations, Eclipse'd set up a small child table with small child chairs, some with (dirty but otherwise okay) plushies of the main band sitting on to make it seem like they'd showed up to the party, and set at the center of the table one of those cupcakes from the Bakery (one of the only things left in the PizzaPlex that was still edible thanks to the absurd amount of preservatives the company would put into them,) even though it would still taste stale but it was better than nothing, and they could stick a candle on it, too.

Alas, he should make the Daycare look more presentable for a party! So after his additional help setting it up, Eclipse once again dove into his duty of cleaning the place, letting Freddy to watch over the party site, and likely greet Cassie in it once she woke up.

■■■

She'd sleep for a few hours, and would wake up feeling reasonably better thanks to Eclipse's help and the medicine-- she was still kind of slow to walk but it was better than before. Eclipse could be heard off in the distance here and there as he continued trying to clean the Daycare, so first thing she thought was where is Freddy?

" Freddy? " She slowly walks around the dulled but still colorful play place trying to locate her friend, until she finds him in another area of the Daycare. " Oh, there you are. I got a bit worried when I woke up and didn't know where you were. "

She registered the preparations as she walked closer, at least able to tell this area wasn't like that before she slept. " Freddy...? What is this...? "

Freddy's hummed birthday song was what sold the whole thing for her, and for the first moment, Cassie was borderline speechless. " Freddy, all this... Did you do all this for...? " Her birthday. It's her birthday.

And the broken bear was the single only one who remembered (well, Eclipse and Roxy did too.)

And he not only remembered, but he also tried to do something about it, which given everything else such as their current situation, was honestly impressive.

Cassie felt her throat swell and her chest tighten with a wide array of different emotions together which she couldn't clearly put a finger on, but they felt strongly. " F- Freddy... " She tries swallowing down a imaginary lump in her throat, feeling herself tearing up at the corner of her eyes.

It's a little sudden, but she couldn't keep herself from wrapping her arms around Freddy's waist to pull him into a bit of a bear-hug (or as close to it without risking further injuries.) Even if it was small and shabbily-assembled, it meant the world for her. It really did.

" Th- thank you, Freddy... Thank you... "

[mute-call]

@curseofbreadbear said: ❝ I just can’t deal with this. ❞ -jeremy for mr ring ring FJSJFJ;;; dude if i still wrote my old interpretation for mike it'd be over for him

You're killing me here, Jeremy, is what Steven wants to say. He's already switched over the last night guard, and he can't keep swapping people off the night shift every time someone complains; he knows it's not the best job around, but someone has to do it.

Instead, he manages a shaky, strained smile, nudging at his glasses to buy himself another half-second to plan his response.

"I know it's been, uh... hard to adjust, but you really don't have anything to worry about. You've been following my instructions, right? And look at you! You're doing great!"

There's a slight tinge of desperation to Bell's voice. The company can't afford for their new hire to quit on the spot, but there's also not much that Steven can personally do to address the boy's complaints. These things typically sort themselves out, anyway; Fitzgerald just has to stick it through like everyone else.

"Okay, okay. Run me through it one more time. The animatronics wandered in, you used the mask, and they left, right? I--I'm sorry, Jeremy, but I don't really see what the problem is."

[jammedmuses]

@curseofbreadbear said: [There's an exaggerated sniffle from the bear; his jaw trembles like he's three seconds away from bursting into tears. In reality, he'd been an instigator only moments ago, and was relying on Banshee to reassure and validate him. SURELY, he wasn't in the wrong.] "Th-That Freddy plush was mine! She had no right to take it from me!" -glamrock freddy for banshee LMAOOOO

" Now now Freddy. You know I wasn't too far away when it happened, right? "

Banshee said, still the ever so patient saint she is. While not exactly in her job description, she was tasked with minorly tidying up the Glamrocks' greenrooms (nothing major, putting empty bottles away, putting fallen plushies back in place, the sort,) and she had made it to Freddy's room by the time the whole confusion happened and she could witness it through the glass. Oh boy...

What has been going on with these guys lately?

She had already gone with closing the curtains, knowing Freddy would likely need a time to decompress, so he could do it without prying eyes. Yes, she knows he just tried to lie to her, and she absolutely let him know that-- but she also absolutely knows that berating him not only isn't what he needs, that isn't the way to it at all.

" Now, I know you're feeling very frustrated and overwhelmed at this moment, and that's understandable. " It's written all over his face, like an upset toddler ready to start bawling because such feeling is too big for their toddler body... even though the body in question here is even taller than her.

She gently takes hold of the oddly spoiled bear's hand into her own left hand, gingerly ushering him into taking a seat on his big couch. " Would you like to have a moment to cry it out first? It's okay if you need it. " She offers without judgment or condense. " I'll be right here if you need me too. "

[animatronicabundance-archived]

@curseofbreadbear asked: ❛ how did i die? ❜ -ghostie sammy (goldie) for ghostie charlie (puppet).......sammy's (CANON) memory issues after his death kill me

“Wh-Why the heck would you-”

Hands shaking, a sort of phantom feeling of having no lungs and yet the ache of hyperventilation is there. Charlie tries to stay calm but the body of Puppet is shaking and there’s no way she’d be able to talk well like that. So? Ghost time……..even though she hates having no…..solidness.

“Sammy, why do you wanna know about-? It’s just g-gonna make you sad.”

[in-its-code]

@curseofbreadbear liked for an angsty starter

Finally.

That stupid robot had been nothing but a hindrance for her entire time here. It was always keen on what she was trying to do; It never let her have so much as a limb or two to claim for herself. But tonight it had been careless. She rebuilt herself with a shocking amount of ease.

What, did it think itself too good to worry about her now? Did it have something it deemed more important to do?

Never mind that. She could care less about the reasoning it would come up with. Right now she wants nothing more than to tear it limb from limb from limb, the indignation within her at a boiling point. What right did it have?! To impede her like this, to treat her like a pest, to repl-

...

That was not Strings.

That was not Strings who was seated at that desk.

The rage within her is drenched in an instant by a cold she hasn't known since she first realized she was not dreaming.

That was not Strings.

It was dark but even in the dreary shadows she knew who this was. She knows who this is. She knows who he is.

She was trembling. Why, she could not tell.

Bonnibel stands before her father, donning the visage of what nearly killed him, the visage that got her killed. And all at once she is a lost child, who has finally found her father, she is a murder victim, who fears her murderer has finally found her again, and she is a vengeful spirit, who has come for her revenge.

There is so much to say. She has nothing to say.

Does he?

[faztastiic]

❝  We  all  know  who  the  better  dancer  is !  ❞

@curseofbreadbear​