#fnaf diving seal

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SOTM Diving Seal photos

Credit to: ☕️Mr. DaBois Official☕️ YT on sketchfab for porting these models! I decided to take pics of the rest of the characters (also apologies for doing these 1 character at a time, for some reason it’s not letting me put more than 10 pictures)

He’s wearing little swim trunks on his tail fins.

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Gears and chained souls

Fnaf Sander sides AU!!!

Virgil just wanted to complete his job. He didn’t want to be hunted by probably blood thirsty robots. He didn’t want to have daily freak out and break downs. He didn’t want to die.

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️: Blood, slight gore, panic, miscommunication, misunderstanding, death, believing that your gonna die, swearing, being spring-locked, main character death, please tell me if I missed any!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

They were coming. Virgil was sprinting, lack of air in his lungs -which felt like they were on fire- chest tight and legs aching. He couldn’t stop now, they would catch him, kill him.

He skidded around a corner, the dim flickering lights making it hard to make out the wall, which he avoided hitting by a millimeter, scrambling to get his balance. He had to hide.

A few heart beats later there was a loud crash, metal colliding with cement, and a yowl, metal gears clicking and cracking, voice box shattered and glitchy over and over at a frequency that left ringing in Virgil’s ears.

He didn’t let that slow him, sprinting down the hall, taking a right, then a left, and— panic exploded in Virgil’s chest as he hit a dead end, scrambling for another way out, and by the time he looked back to go back the way he came, the animatronic was already there, soft light blue eyes, one shattered, staring at him.

Shit, shit, shit, SHIT. Virgil didn’t want to die!!!! He looked around desperately, even for something to defend himself with, eyes landing on an empty broken panther suit. Anxiety said no, but when he looked back to see bright red and dark blue eyes had joined the light blue ones, walking steadily towards him, the red one lightly clicking.

Never mind anxiety says yes now, and Virgil dived for the suit, scrambling into it, the animatronic groaning underneath his weight as he slotted his legs in, then arms and then quickly pressed the button, watching the plates shifted and lock into place, sealing Virgil into complete pitch black.

He tried blocking out all the noises outside, focusing on doing his breathing technique, trying to calm. The suit was nudged, and Virgil whimpered, closing his eyes tightly, not wanting to see the other animatronics rip apart the suit and eat him.

There was growling and snarling, static noises and clicks, but nothing happened, Virgil wriggled, trying to peek through the eye holes. He grunted, moving more, shifting. Then there was a click. Not from the other animatronics, but from the one virgil was in. He froze, heart beat picking up more.

Was it alive to?! Another click, and then— Virgil screamed as pain exploded through his leg, and thrashed. Oh ho, did he regret it. White hot pain erupted across his body, something piecing his skin like foam, tearing it open and impaling him. A warm and sticky liquid flooded from him and dripped down him. Blood.

His scream got louder, jerking, reaching out to other robots, desperate for the pain to end. His scream was cut off sharply as something tore through his throat, stuck there, twisting his scream to a gurgle. Black dots danced before his eyes, and he collapsed, choking and hacking out blood.

The dots got bigger, and bigger, and then darkness consumed his vision, his gurgling slowly quieting to nothing.

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/Hey! Don’t you dare close those eyes!!/

/Patton there’s no way-/

/No! He has to live!! I won’t-/

/I’m sorry Padre…. but…./ someone sighed, /Come here moth ball/

There was talking, and someone was sobbing. It was all so far away, yet so near, and Virgil’s brain was throbbing as he groaned. The noise that left his throat was not a groan, yet it was at the same time, sound waves and clicking constructed and translated in his head.

Silence.

/Please tell me I just heard that./

/No, I heard it to…. could he be…?/

Creaking, and something gently touched him, shifting him. Virgil whimpered, pain buzzing through every vein.

/My stars, he’s possessing it!!/

/He’s WHAT!? How?!?/

/It could be possible since he died in the suit….. like how we were stuffed in ours./

/I’m so so sorry kiddo!!/

Something brushed against him, lifting him slightly and holding him gently. There was touch, but no touch, words but no words, and pain but no pain. Virgil's hurt head and he yelped as he was lifted up.

/Your gonna be fine, everything is okay, you just need to rest.../

Virgil recognise that voice? He could somehow feel soft fluffy fabric over something hard and cold, and then one, two… three??? Sets of what felt like arms coiling around him.

His eyes barely opened, seeing the adorable childish face of Moral Bug, fluffy moth antenna twitching almost… nervously. Virgil whimpered again, wheezing out a small:

/please…. no…. I don’t- don’t hurt me…. please…/

Moral Bug made a drawn out glitched over chitter, translating to a click of sadness in Virgil’s brain.

/Don’t worry kiddo. I won’t let anything bad happen to you. After all….. your one of us now. But, we’ll talk once you're rested and clean. Shadow Patch, power off./

Virgil’s body suddenly felt heavy, loose and limp in the animatronics arms, eyes drifting shut. Faintly he heard a -Shadow Patch.exe is powering off- and then everything went dark.

And Virgil knew, in that moment, his life had a twist that wasn’t normal. Not in the slightest.