#flaming springtrap

[silverxcristal]

Thinking about them again, here is some art I made when Ruin was announced (Me thinking we would get Glitchtrap 🤡)

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Day 267

Flaming Springtrap from Fnaf AR: Special Delivery

Since the heatwave event was all about fire, it's fitting that the final skin introduced was for a character who was canonically burned twice. Is this variant of Bonnie and Springtrap the biggest fire hazard that the funtime service has made? Yes! But does that really matter in comparison to the meme potential? ...Well any competent law related group would say yes, but I'm not convinced those exist in the fnaf universe. Besides, most of the fire isn't there during the encounter, so it's fine

...Probably

[testedcatdraws]

Which ever FNAF character wins I'll draw part 21

Characters who will continue onward: Post-Scooped Michael Afton, Phone Guy, Purple Guy / William Afton, Funtime Freddy, and Charlie Emily.

Top 5 characters who win will go onward (less they have 0 votes), the rest don't.

(I'll do FNAF world last, this is up to FNAF VR 2, anything after isn't going on. For characters left to add I'll only show the ones from the next game, FNAF 1, Afton Family and FNAF 2 will be fused. Afton Family will only include them before they die. FNAF World will be added last, I don't know how I'll do it due to the amount of characters but ya know. I'll do Michael, Mike Smith, and Foxy Bro as separate characters since other characters who are the same character but different forms, like Baby and Scrap Baby, are being counted as separate characters too for the pole.)

If I forgot any characters feel free to remind me, it might be hard to remember due to the amount of characters in this series.

Next characters to add (FNAF AR):

Calavera Cupcake, Woodland Toy Chica, Black Ice Frostbear, Artic Ballora, Frostbear, Frostbite Balloon Boy, Frost Plushtrap, Great Escape Golden Freddy, and Sunken Toy Bonnie.

[fnaf-sxc]

2021

[bislacha-wolf-1234]

@silverxcristal

Eu já tinha feito isso há um tempo mas resolvi postar publicamente. Finalmente fiz uma tierlist pra silverxcristal minha artista favorita com minha mais sincera opinião sobre todos os personagens. Espero que seja válida minha opinião. Também é a primeira vez que posto no tumblr.

[beausprouts]

Ok it's my turn to give Springs a cape 👍

[justladders]

[skellulite]

I always come back…

[strawberrymothteeth]

Lost in the woods AU Once a upon a time when you was younger. They got lost in the woods at girl scout camp. Being the loner of the girl scout group no one quite noticed that you have disappeared. Crying on one of the many dirt paths you meet young cryptid sun and moon. With their help you return safely back to your girl scout group but curious about the cryptids you would continously seek them out. Over that month you and the cryptid boys forge a friendship. But as all good things it must come to an end. But you promised you would come back soon but soon they fade into just a long forgotten memory.

Fast forward you are celebrating that Vanessa has graduated Park Ranger training and is now a Park Ranger at Fazbear's nature park; that used to be the girl scout camp you went to as a young child. (can't say national because they are a for profit.) But Vanessa has been acting strangely ever since she started the training but Vanessa would never do anything shady....right? Unfortunately your naivety your good friend Vanessa is planning to sacrifice you to her good lord and savior Springtrap. close ups and tidbits

Cryptid Sun: 🎇The more "nicer" of the two. 🎇He hides toys in his chest cavity to help try to calm down children. He tried it with Y/N but it just made Y/N more confused and panicked. 🎇Can summon fire sprites from his chest cavity. Often times this would be how he guides lost hikers/children back to their camps versus showing himself. 🎇When angry his face will be engulfed in flames. but do not fret he will be fine once he cools down his temper. This rarely happens but moon is very good at pushing his buttons. 🎇is the less upset one out of the two of them of Y/N not remembering them. 🎇 Him and moon learned how to speak and write through reading the horse books left at the girl scout camp. So they have an unusual amount of knowledge about horses. 🎇Can sense what is happening through the forest through the roots and can travel through the roots to whatever location he pleases at the National Park.

Cryptid Moon: 🌙The more "aggressive" one of the two. (he just thinks he is just blunt and to the point.) 🌙He is currently trying to fly under the radar ever since a hiker stumbled upon him feasting on his meal. (whether it was human or not is up for debate. Ask him and he will just chuckle.) 🌙His wings got singed back when Sun couldn't control his fire sprites. He got back on him by putting a bunch of termites in his bed. 🌙Is the more upset one out of the two that Y/N forgot them. Especially when they grabbed Y/N to play with them in the sky for Y/N to panic and get dropped in the lake by accident. 🌙Moon was the first cryptid for Y/N to stumble upon when they were young as well as adults. 🌙Moon is a huge sucker for anything sweet whether they would like to admit it or not is up for debate. 🌙If Moon is the one guiding hikers back he would usually scare them in the direction they need to go. but with children he tries his best to make himself not as threatening(doesn't work half the time) and guide them while holding hands. (big softie)

Y/N: 🐈‍⬛ remember sun and moon a bit but more of just chalking it up to imaginary friends. They do have a birthmark on their neck which he showed to sun and moon as kids. but in general very secretive about it. 🐈‍⬛is in transitioning and uses he/they pronouns. 🐈‍⬛very prideful of their pitiful t-stache. but a stache is a stache. 🐈‍⬛has a HUGE fear of heights which is why they panicked when Moon picked them up like they were besties. 🐈‍⬛gets easily lost so it constantly keeps getting lost in the woods. and Vanessa's cryptic directions aren't helping him at all. 🐈‍⬛is training as well to be a park ranger like Vanessa. He has known Vanessa for a few years before she started acting very secretive and a bit unstable. 🐈‍⬛is a lot more chill with Sun but that might change after he stumbles upon Sun enjoying a meal. they are slightly terrified of both but Sun and moon just want to hang out with their bestie(?).

[starisenby]

BODY HORROR (kinda?) UNDER THE CUT!!!

Rebloging when ever I get obsessed over another body horror-esc character

[incorrect-fnaf-quotes]

Rabbit Restoration Project: |Prologue|

With a grunt, Springtrap propelled himself forwards, using a small piece of what was once the in-tact attraction, and stumbling around in the process.

Another grunt escaped from the suit's permanent grin--but, this time, it was one of pain--as the springlocks were jostled from the action. Although..

They had gone off, all of those years ago. They had done their worst, thanks to what he had failed to notice back then.

Behind him--the rabbit didn't bother looking back--the attraction... well, he chuckled at the thought of it still managing to open up for guests.

There certainly weren't any doors--none that were crumbled, or, at the very least, burned--for someone to walk through, and cautiously roam the halls.

The fire had spread as quickly between a single blink of the eye. In the beginning, Springtrap recalled making his way through one of the vent's, making way for the office.

It hadn't stopped him from continuing. When he'd crawled into the small office, beginning to raise to his feet, the rabbit had caught a glimpse of the worker in there.

Different pairs of gray eyes--familar, gray eyes, met each other--just for a few silent seconds, before the man had managed to slip away.

Momentarily twitching, Springtrap's eyes drifted around--away from the brightening sky--something he couldn't quite recall the last time that he had seen a sight like that...

...And down towards his arm. When the animatronic rabbit had come to understand just how bad the fire seemed to be getting, he'd followed in the man's steps: escaping.

Drifting through his foggy mind, he'd already been wanting to escape--not exactly fond of being trapped in one building to the other--certainly not.

All of the entrances and exits needed keys, he'd discovered, and slamming his weight against any of them hadn't worked.

Although, when the guard had been taking his leave, as it turned out, he hadn't exactly taken the time to close and lock the door up.

Even if it hadn't been for very long, he'd found himself caught--trapped--as the flames worsened, as did the building's condition, shockingly quickly.

He'd been able to tear his arm free with enough force--but the rabbit hadn't bothered in giving it a glance. Not until now, at least.

Springtrap was well aware of the suit's condition, after being left to rot for so long. But, staring at the arm, he'd say that he'd thought it looked somewhat rougher.

It could have happened when he was initially trapped--or it could have been because of the flames--but it looked as if it was being held onto the rest of his body by a few, thin strings.

The strings, in question, were not trying their best, and perhaps, if there was the slightest pressure against the arm, they'd completely stop doing their job.

Parts of the fake fur had melted off--there were additional holes, and missing pieces, that Springtrap hadn't noticed before. He huffed, and his dull eyes rolled.

Slowly, Springtrap raised the arm--planning on raising it close enough to his eyes, and curling the fingers to form a fist--as a way of a test, he supposed.

The plan didn't quite go as planned, though.

He'd barely raised it, before a hiss escaped from the rabbit, and the arm swung down back to his side entirely.

Springtrap rolled his eyes once more, seemingly just annoyed by the fact, before facing the path ahead of him, as the sun continued to force its way up.

The animatronic didn't quite have a plan as to where he would go, now that the attraction was useless--or... truthfully, much of a plan at all, really.

Before he could get a complete chance to think it over, though, as Springtrap finished taking a good handful of steps...

The animatronic suddenly found himself collapsing into the grass.

@ravenmccookies

[fandomwritingbit]

yo can i get a gn/male!nightguard reader x springtrap where william catches the new worker playing with themselves while on the clock? maybe theyre so turned on by how fucking scary their job is that they just can’t help themselves- their pants feel so uncomfortably tight. besides, nobody’s looking. right?

Hey! This has taken a while so apologies, I hope this is alright.

No one is looking, right?

Springtrap x (gn) reader

Warnings: smut/masturbation, being caught, danger

A/n: this is pretty short, sorry. Hope you enjoy x

You shift in your seat, your trousers becoming more uncomfortable by the second as you grow more and more aroused. This is just ridiculous, how can you be so turned on right now? Maybe it's being alone. Or the amount of time it’s been since you were ahem, sorted out. But more likely it’s the danger. The creeping fear that seizes your veins at being in this building, knowing that you have to pay attention because if you don’t it’s literally life and death. Your life and death. With these monsters you have to notice every little thing, just the smallest change in pattern could be blood. But fuck is it hard to concentrate when you can’t even sit still.

Even as you do it you know how stupid this is, your hand rests over your crotch just cupping yourself but instantly feeling that familiar pleasure jolt through your body. You know better than anyone else that there are security cameras here, it’s your job to watch them and the risk of being caught is obvious… but no one is looking, right? 

It’s fine, you’re still doing your job… kinda. Clicking through the cameras room by room as you were instructed, though only with one hand because the other is still busy feeling yourself over your clothes. The action was doing the opposite of calming your arousal, rather stoking the flames and pretty soon it's impossible to focus on anything else except the growing primal need to cum. 

You check the animatronics again, assuring yourself that everything is fine enough to indulge in this, that it won’t take long and good fucking lord you need it so bad. Your trousers are near agony at this point and undoing the zip and sliding them down is pleasure in itself. Thrill trickles into your veins at what you’re doing; you’re at work, you can see yourself on this monitor, your hand buried between your legs. At first you’re being efficient, touching yourself exactly how you know you like just to get the job done, but pretty soon the feeling of bubbling pleasure is all you can focus on. You’re rocking into your own hand, unable to stop your head from tilting back and soft moans leaving your lips, any trace of shame has gone.

In fact you’re so lost in it that you don’t hear the careful footsteps down the corridor, the suspect clanking drowned out by the blood rushing in your ears and the continuous whirring of the desk fan. If you saw this in a horror movie you’d be shouting at the screen at how oblivious the protagonist is being. 

The golden rabbit would have passed the security office if not for the sounds coming from the room. The breathy moans, the sound of skin on skin, it’s familiar to him, a sound from his life before the goddamned suit. The creature cocks his head as it peers through the open door, watching you pleasure yourself, your shameless form lit up by the monitor in front of you. His breathing grows heavier as your action stirs the human part of him and just as you’re teetering on your edge he can’t resist the urge to pounce. 

“Fuck…” You breathe, tasting the precipice of your climax, your action becoming more frantic. But then you stiffen, all stimulation coming to a halt as an animal instinct prickles your skin… You’re not alone. You stare at the monitor in front of you, a huge hulking figure visible in the darkness of the screen. You know it’s behind you, but you can’t look. You’re completely frozen. 

In a sudden movement the animatronic’s cold plastic fingers grasp your throat from behind, causing your body to pull forward instinctively, a near-deadly pressure squeezing your windpipe. It holds you firm to the swivel chair, as your huge creature brings its head down, a wheezing breath making you shiver. “Don’t fucking stop.” 

[superstar-nan]

Fight Tooth and Nail

Day 5

Summary: You contemplate your strange relationship with Springtrap and talk with Michael about what to do next.

Words: 2,982

Fun stuff: Toxic relationships, insomnia, vague mention of child murder, and angst.

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You wanted to leave Fazbear’s Fright for good. You had never wanted to run from that place more, not even your first night there. You wanted to pack up and leave—no goodbye, no mystery solved—all for your own sanity. Or maybe you just didn’t want to face Michael after that. Perhaps if you were more selfish, you would have left. At the very least you would have gone to Michael’s home and straight to bed. 

But you didn’t leave. Because you loved your best friend and you didn’t want to make Michael take the bus.

Instead, you laid down in the backseat of your car; your face flushed, your brow knit, and your heart racing too fast to fall asleep.

You almost kissed Springtrap.

You almost kissed a murderer.

You almost kissed a nasty decaying rabbit robot possessed by a serial child killer who was almost definitely responsible for your best friend’s disappearance.

How could you have allowed that to happen? 

Silver eyes lidded with deep, sweet obsession.

You buried your head in your arms, curled up on your side in the back seat. Your cheeks felt warm against your skin.

The very thought of kissing him was ridiculous. Even if he didn’t hold a murderer’s blackened soul, you didn’t even know if it was physically possible. He had tattered felt and rotten teeth for lips and metal rods where his tongue should be. At the very best, it would be like kissing an old stuffed animal. An old stuffed animal that tastes like sewage.

But that didn’t matter. You didn’t want him because he was lovely, you wanted him because he was terrible. Because he was as vile and sick inside as he was out. You didn’t know why you were drawn to him because of that—you had thought it was because he played an easy villain in your black and white story, but if that was true how could you want him in that way? If he was only an object for your hatred, why did you melt at his sweet, obsessive gaze?

You couldn’t get the image of his silver eyes, laced with infatuation, out of your mind.

It was because he wanted you. He craved you. He needed you more than he needed to kill you, and that desire softened you. God, were you really that weak? Was his obsession all it took to dissolve your will?

No. It wasn’t.

You weren’t in love with him. You knew from how your heart went cold at the thought of him anything other than miserable. You wanted him—you wanted him tortured and loving and miserable and obsessed—but you didn’t love him. You were drawn to him like a moth to a flame, but you wouldn’t burn in the fire without him. Your hatred outweighed your desire.

How close was love and hate, anyway? 

Your breath felt heavy as you buried your face deeper into your arms. You wished you could stop thinking. You wanted to sleep, but sleep was avoiding you, and it was his fault. And because it was his fault, that only made you angrier, which chased sleep away even more—trapping you in this terrible, poisonous spiral. Maybe you could knock yourself out but smashing your head against the window. Maybe that would return your sanity and you’d stop lusting after rotten killer robots.

You couldn’t sleep. Minutes ticked by like hours and hours ticked by like an eternity. You laid curled in the backseat, unable to keep your mind away from the object of your hatred and desire, as the sun slowly stole any chance you had left of sleeping. It was only when light drifted into your car that dread started to pit into your stomach.

You would have to face Michael after petting his psycho dad on his lap. 

The more you thought of it, the more you wondered how much Michael really saw. The attraction was dark and the cameras were shit—he probably didn’t see much of what happened. Though, that left you with another problem, if he didn’t see what happened, what did he think happened? You were cornered by springtrap on camera, you were both on the floor for a while, and then he left you to run off unharmed—no new injury and no new scar. You didn’t kiss him, but did Michael believe that? Why else would you be allowed to live?

Why were you allowed to live? Another horrible problem to add to your piling list. The thought of Springtrap planning something awful enough to let you go without even a scratch was your limit. You didn’t have the bandwidth to even consider why he let you go, and so you wouldn’t. You knew you would regret that later, but you couldn’t force yourself even if you wanted to know what he had in store for you.

A shadow fell through the car window. You were still lying in the back seat, curled up with your face in your arms. Michael was back. You did not want to talk to him.

The car’s backseat door was opened softly, as if purposefully quiet. You didn’t move even then. 

There was a moment of tense silence. You wondered if he thought you were asleep. You hope he did.

A cold, spongy hand pet the top of your head tenderly. You were almost startled by the kind love in the gesture. Then, rough and chaffed lips kissed your crown. Your heart softened, and your troubles faded from view.

You tilted your head up, unburying your head from your arms. Michael’s void eyes widened. He must’ve thought you were asleep. He was kneeling in front of the car to match your eye level, the sunrise behind his dark hair in a corona of warmth. His mask was pulled down over his chin, but his cap and jacket were hiding him protectively. His mouth opened and closed, a silent stutter as he tried to articulate a way to explain himself. 

You couldn’t handle any harsh words or frustrated excuses, so you took his hand and kissed his palm. The strange texture of his rotten skin felt unnatural against your lips, but it didn’t unnerve you. In fact, it was oddly comforting; something becoming familiar to you. You had such trouble trying to fall asleep before, but for some reason just being around Michael made you sleepy.

Michael exhaled. He sounded tired. He sounded broken. A spark of curiosity flitted in your chest, but it was snuffed out by your own tiredness and brokenness. He used the hand you held to gently caress your face. You leaned into his hand, his thumb pressing softly against your cheek. When he pulled away, he looked genuinely taxed by it.

Michael closed the door, and you buried your face into your arms. You felt the front door open, the car jostling, and then the car humming to life. You didn’t rouse—not to put on your seatbelt, not to sit up, not to look outside—you stayed curled in the backseat with your eyes shielded from the light. Without seeing the road, you were more aware of how your body swayed to the car slowing, speeding, and turning. It was a short trip to Michael’s home, but it was made all the longer in your shame.

The car slowed to a stall, then to a stop with the jostling of keys. There was a beat of silence before the car door opened and shut. The air in the car was still. You vaguely heard the front door of Michael’s home open and close. In the sunlight, the car started to warm.

You pulled yourself up. You didn’t want to, but you knew if you stayed away from Michael for long, your mind would drift back to his vile father.

You were silent and cautious as you opened the front door. You heard the melodramatic static of Michael’s TV deeper in his home. You slipped past the door, cushioning its close behind you, and stalked into the living room. Colored light from the TV painted the edges of Michael’s silhouette, changing with each scene. You sat at the edge of the couch, holding a pillow against your chest and pulling your feet up on the cushions.

You watched the TV; whatever was playing was meaningless, which meant it was perfect. Your eyelids felt heavy. You sighed deeper into the couch.

“...I’m going to kill my dad.”

That woke you up. You whipped your head to Michael. He was still staring at the TV like it was interesting. 

“And I’m going to burn down Fazbear’s Fright,” He added.

You inhaled, quiet and purposefully subdued. What happened to Michael in those last hours you were in the car? He had always been so hesitant to tell you his intentions, and everytime you brought up killing his dad, he would change the subject. What changed? What was it that he ‘needed to make sure of’, and why did it resolve him to killing Springtrap? 

Whether the corpse would reveal his heart to you didn’t change your response, “Great.” You said, “I’ll help.”

Michael’s eyes, cold and void, dragged themselves from the TV to you. Just when you thought you were getting better at reading him, Michael was inscrutable. “...Is that what you really want?”

You hugged the pillow tighter to your body. Michael might as well have outright said he thought you were in love with Springtrap, and that filled you with poison, “More than anything.”

Michael’s cold expression didn’t change as those pitless eyes bore into you. You thought your hatred would help ease Michael’s suspicions. It didn’t. Maybe he found your passionate hatred just as unsettling as your love. You knew you did. “...Even more than finding your friend?”

Your heart broke, and Michael’s ice melted in an instant. You hugged the pillow in your arms tighter and turned toward the TV screen simply because it meant not looking at Michael. Hot, painful tears stung at your eyes and you tried to blink them away. “Of course, not.” Your voice was forceful and quiet.

Michael extended a hand, rotten fingers hovering over your shoulder for a fraction of a second, before he withdrew from you. It hurt your heart more that he decided not to comfort you. Michael let out a shaky exhale. The TV played dramatic monotony that wasn’t enough to fill the stale air, “You shouldn’t come.”

“I’m going,” You said almost instantly.

“I can’t protect you while I’m-”

“What?” You turned to him sharply, “Dodging Springtrap, trying to catch the place on fire? I doubt you’d even get to light a spark.”

Michael exhaled through his abraded nose, a frustrated and tense sound.

“Do you want to douse the place in gasoline?” You said, “Let me help.” 

Michael rubbed his hand over his mouth and jaw, a tightness in his movement. After a breath of thought, he said, “You can man the cameras.”

“What?” You almost laughed at that, “I don’t even know how to work them.”

“It’s intuitive,” He said. “And when you see Spring Bonnie, play the audio in the room away from me.”

“I can barely pick him out on the cameras!” You shook your head, “You said he was getting more aggressive and erratic, how am I supposed to keep him from you?”

“You can-” Michael paused, biting his torn, purple lip. “You can do it.”

“No, nuh-uh, you paused,” You crossed your arms. “You know I can’t do it. Let me pour the gas.”

“No,” Michael said your name, but you interrupted him.

“I’ve already circled the attraction enough to have it memorized.”

He said your name again, but you went on anyway.

“All while avoiding Springtrap, and even hurting him a few times.”

“Please-!”

“Even if he did catch me, I’d be a better distraction than-”

“NO!” 

Instinctively, you pulled away from Michael. That was louder than you had ever heard him.

“...No...” He kept his eyes downcast and you knew he hadn’t meant to yell. He pursed his shredded lips together, slowly tapping on the couch—a habit betraying his anxiety—and you saw his teeth grind together from beyond his cheeks. “Just... stay in the office.”

You swallowed, shifting the pillow around in your arms. The TV painted the two of you in muted colors, and you couldn’t let it play in the background anymore. You tentatively took the remote and turned off the TV. “...Why?” You made your voice quiet.

Without the dull light of the TV, your only light source were the golden flecks of sunlight from behind closed blinds. Void eyes were filled with pain as they briefly met yours. He cast them aside just as quickly. Rotten fingers dug into the worn fabric of the couch. His dark hair curtained his face, keeping you from seeing his expression.

You bit the inside of your cheek. You worried if you said anything it would only convince him to bottle up more.

Michael turned slightly toward you, but kept his eyes glued to the floor. “I was there, you know... Years ago, at Freddy’s...”

You held your breath.

“...I-... I didn’t see him do it. I didn’t see him kill them. But I saw them before. I didn’t know he was-” Michael swallowed. “He would wait until one was alone. He talked to them as Spring Bonnie. He would beckon them—like this,” Michael held out his hand as if he was offering it to you, before he clasped it in a fist, repulsed by the gesture. “They always took his hand. Even then, I felt like something was off. I wasn’t a child. I could’ve-”

You took his hand immediately, even as it was closed, “You couldn’t have known.”

Michael’s hand shook under your own, a wavering exhale leaving his tattered lips, “...No. But I know now.” He finally brought his midnight eyes to you, sullen with more than just rot and death. He clasped your hand in his, and the forcefulness of it surprised you. “I can’t lose you to him. I can’t lose you like how I lost them to him. Or like how I lost Charlie, or Elizabeth-” Michael stopped abruptly at the name of his sister. He took a deep breath through stalled lips. “I can’t lose you to him, too. If I could save just one...” 

Your brow furrowed with both pity and conflict, “Michael... You can’t put that on yourself. You can’t put that on me. You’re- You’re not responsible for-”

“I know,” Michael’s voice was soft, but it held so much weight. He chewed his bottom tattered lip, “I know... But, please... I need you-” His words caught in his throat and he inhaled sharply. “... I need you to be safe. Please.”

You thought you would break under the pressure of his stare. How could you refuse him? How could you ever tell him you were willing to burn if that meant Springtrap burned too? When he looked at you with so much desperation, so much agony—the agony of a decades-long burden you didn’t understand—how could you say anything other than, “Okay... I-... I’ll try.”

Michael said your name in a broken exhale, not satisfied with your superficial reassurance.

“I’ll stay in the office,” You said. “I will. Unless I see a clue or-or anything that points to my friend still being at the attraction.” You swallowed, “I can’t let them burn with the place. I won’t.”

Michael lowered his eyes and nodded, “I’ll look for them.”

Tears felt like they would burn your eyes again, so you squeezed Michael’s hand and gave him your best attempt at a smile, “While you’re dumping gasoline over the cheap decorations?”

Michael breathed out a half-laugh half-sigh, “Yes. I don’t think it will take much. The place is already a fire hazard.”

“I’ll be glad to see the place burn...” You said, and your heart thrummed at the thought of the place burning down. Of him burning down. You wanted to watch it happen. Maybe it was a good thing you would be in the security room, then you could watch it happen. Though, you would have preferred setting the spark yourself, seeing his rage and pain with your own eyes, him knowing you were the one to-

Michael squeezed your hand and you were brought back to reality. It was better you weren’t the one to light the spark. 

“Can you teach me how to use the cameras?” You said, “And tell me where Springtrap likes to hide?”

“Yeah...” Michael looked as lost as you were, searching your face as if you were the one that was inscrutable. “Yeah, I can draw you a picture actually.”

You thought back to his doodling in his security booklet and hummed, “Convenient.”

Michael scoffed, “I guess. It will be “convenient” if it saves my life.”

You laughed, before you paused, “Wait, you can die?”

Void eyes deadpanned, before an exasperated sigh left tattered lips, as if you asked something unreasonable—as if it was absurd to even ask! Michael stood up, shifting the weight on the couch, “I’m going to go draw those pictures now.”

“Don’t act like that’s not a valid question!” You threw a pillow at him while he left, which he caught and put back on the couch, “How would I know?”

“Get some sleep,” He said. “You look tired.”

“You look worse,” You said, but he was right. You were exhausted. Michael sat at his kitchen table and you thought about going to his bed to sleep, but hearing the sound of his pen scratching paper was soothing. You worried your mind would drift back to Springtrap without the white noise of Michael’s movement, and if you thought about Springtrap you wouldn’t get any sleep. So, you curled up on the couch and focused on the pen scratching on paper, and almost instantly you drifted into darkness...

[fnaf-sxc]

fucked up my schedule i need to fix it in time for work but i wanna DRAW damn it

[toki-toro]

[urlocalmcflurry]

i want an essay on your favorite fnaf character go

After being hidden away for 30 years in the backroom of that dreaded place in his decaying SpringBonnie suit, William Afton had emerged once again as the main attraction for “ Fazbear’s Fright “ as a green rabbit known as “ Springtrap. “. His flesh had practically grown inside the suit itself due to spending there so long, now serving as his new host to continue to living on and keep his victims from moving onwards to the afterlife.

Thankfully, his son had applied for the Nightgaurd shift at the horror attraction. With a few matches in his pocket , Micheal sat down at the desk only to greeted by the remnants of his father’s victims in the forms of the animatronics they were stuffed in. Only now they were ghostly figures with hollow green skin, screaming at Micheal every time he made the slightest mistake of looking at them, or not rebooting the system.

Micheal had also realized that his father was still alive after all these years, and sought out to burn the place down by the end of Friday. After the hellish flame eruption, Micheal had assured that his father was now burrows under the rumble of the scorched building, and set off to go find his sister (as he requested).

Unfortunately, 10-15 years later, William had risen from the ashes of his past in the form of a new host he called “ ScrapTrap “. Instead of being locked in a desolate room for another 30 years, he was free to roam around the streets of Hurricane, Utah in his new body, slowly breaking and building himself back together. Soon, he found the new Freddy’s establishment owned by Micheal.

Of course, he had considered just leaving it and continuing on with leaving the state itself. But how could he ever resist the opportunity to escape once more and leave his son to suffer the same fate he did all those years ago. He couldn’t resist a promise such as that. And so with that, he let himself the thrown into the alleyway, along with 3 more animatronics with the same goal (except one). It was if they were all called here for some special occasion.

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179 degrees Fahrenheit. Burning flames scorching at his skin as the metal doors closed in on his sides as his old partner’s speech can be heard throughout the pizzaplace along with the metallic cries of the ones listening nextdoor. The flames finally take the best of him as the final line is delivered.

And I woke up back where I was once at my feet crying out. The door is closed now, but not yet locked.

Maybe if I didn’t open up the gates, I wouldn’t be here right now.

It didn’t matter anyway. I opened the door to the office. She was right there waiting for me.

And the clock started ticking.