#mini!moon fnaf au

[maudiemoods]

Lazy doodles of the shoulder demon/angel au and a little bit of mini moon!! Yaaaayyy

[lynaferns]

FNAF SB x Frozen AU that I thought of on september of 2022 at 3:36 am

It's a long one, so I'm putting the rest of it under a cut. In the order I drew them, so there are like 2 artstyle changes.

Enjoy.

A year ago these scenarios had me rolling in bed cackling for one hour, trying not to wake my family with my laughter as the scenes came to my mind one after another.

I had left out a couple of scenes undrawn because those weren't that funny and as I drew the panels the rest of the scenes started to look more bland than the previous one. So I'm stopping it here.

[castercassette]

Street racer au doodle dump

[pempempemto]

he likes music man, i guess ?

[ki-kosmo]

Me: Ok it’s time to work on something productive!!

My brain: ok but what if we didn’t do that actually *develops crossover and writes a spin-off AU with details down to the mechanics of each animatronic*

Anyway what if Mystery Skulls DCA crossover?

Close-ups and more info under the cut bc I’m brainrotting real hard about this:

So with this crossover (AU??) the story is mostly the same as the Mystery Skulls animated series, but with a few changes.

The gang all worked together in theater production; Sun and Moon were performers just like in canon SB, while Y/N and mini djmm were behind the scenes, doing tech, organizing events, etc. However, the crew also loved to go exploring, and Y/N, being heavily interested in the paranormal, usually led “investigations” into haunted locations. This was all for funsies and frankly, the boys just had fun going out and observing.

One night they go to an abandoned cave and get separated, and due to a… malfunction… in Sunny’s arm, he pushes Moon off a nearby cliff, tearing the poor bot to shreds. But! Whatever force that amplified the glitch in Sun also allowed for Moon’s will to stay alive and wrath to seek revenge on sun to strengthen, and eventually revive his sentient ai, piecing himself back together as best he can, with the rest of him materializing into a new body. Eventually, Djmm finds Sun and rips his infected arm from his socket, which brings Sun back to reality.

Sun doesn’t remember any of this except for Djmm tearing his arm away, and Y/N barely remembers Moon at all. In fact, all they know is Sun had a theater partner once, but one day they just vanished. Sun… doesn’t like to talk about it. He grows depressed, long after he gets repaired, and soon after stops performing to look for Moon full-time.

When he realized Y/N didn’t remember anything, he was conflicted. Confused. But once he realized he couldn’t seem to jog their memory, he kind of kept the events a secret from them. Not for his sake, no, but because he knew Y/N would blame themselves if they ever found out one of their silly escapades resulted in the death of someone so dear to them all.

Also for those interested, yes I designed Djmm with Mystery’s transformation in mind, here are some chicken scratch sketches I saved while I was figuring out their look:

If you read this far I’m giving you a big ol’ smooch on the forehead and a cookie 🍪💕

[vacantfields]

Here they are!!

hold this for now untill i get my head together to do the relationships chart KSHGKJSHG

anyway... enjoy the sillies (:

[crowsongart]

Mini Naga AU!

god im making wayy to much AUs 💀

This is Mini Naga AU! The plot is that Sun and Moon here were powerful Nagas until they got cursed into small not-so-powerful now pet snakes. (plot still in development) If interested, read more below <3

Y/N found those two on the streets and decided to take them in, unfortnuately they arent able to talk to them in that form until they get more powers overtime to turn into bigger forms and so on. Y/N likes to call Sunny "My little sun droplet" as if he was blessed form the sun itself by the markings. Sunny is very active throughout the day. Sun loves when Y/N dresses him up in different little outfits. As for Moon they just call him "Rat" by his pissy attitude, and, the fact as his name goes; he is a Black rat snake. Moon's more active during the night, so he mostly naps in his most comfortable spots until nightfall. Likes to guard Y/N while sleeping (and Y/N doesn't know that) They also seemed to like some accessories so Y/N gave them some. Moon doesn't have the bells on the end of his tail for nothing, Black rat snakes, when they are cornered or feel threatened, they wiggle their tails like a rattle snake, will often coil in a defensive posture, hiss, and strike repeatedly. Y/N found that cute in the end so thats why they wrapped it around his tail. Will definitely make Lunar as a ball pyhton!! if you guys have any suggestions for other species for the others in the show, let me know!! I'll stop here before it gets too long. If you guys will be interested I can do my best to make a small fic about it here or on ao3 :3 Chao!

[crystalitar]

HEYY @ki-kosmo !!!! I was your Secret Santa!!!

This is SUCH a cool AU! Had a bit of debate what pose i could do that could feature them all, eventually ending up as a side by side character showcase! Took a bit of liberty here and there to hint at what i think the direction is going so hope it's still close!

<3

[slumpcake]

@maudiemoods ‘s fellas

I liked this piece too much to leave it as an Insta story, so now it’s immortalized as a Tumblr post

[justfangirlstuffs]

Touch prompt for @pure-plum

21: kissing the other's brow, when a certain someone won't stop worrying to focus on whats in front of them so looks like they'll have to get your attention

The night winds up and then back down as you and your two devils make your getaway from the speakeasy.

@naffeclipse

Based off of the Syzygy in Dedication AU where Sun and Moon are Mob Bosses.

Wordcount: 3427

Part 3 (Read part 1 here) (Read part 2 here)

Footsteps were approaching and your heart pounded as you awaited your fate. Cramped in a wardrobe with a mob boss, a very infamous one at that, there was no real good explanation for that, was there? Perhaps, if Sun was willing, you could play it off as a hostage situation. Surely he’d go along with it. You weren’t a coward, you just couldn’t very well treat Sun and Moon, or any of your other customers if you were behind bars.

As the sounds grew nearer you felt Sun shift and caught sight of him placing a hand on what was no doubt a concealed weapon. The doors of the wardrobe were flung wide, and where you had expected a flashlight beam, a soft wash of red light was there to greet you both.

“Well, well,” Moon drawled, leering an amused smile at you both as he leaned against the door frame. “Isn’t this just cozy?”

“Care to join us?” Sun asked, his posture relaxed and his grin brightening.

“Don’t be silly. The wardrobe would never fit all three of us. A bed, however…”

“AHEM.” You glared between both of them. “Pretty sure the danger hasn’t passed, so if you would be so kind…”

Moon snickered before reaching out a hand. You took it, feeling Sun’s hand holding the small of your back to assist in steadying you as Moon helped you clamber out of the wardrobe. 

“Where have you been?” Sun asked as he followed suit. The pair of them were still keeping their voices hushed.

“Just had to lead some bulls on a wild goose chase. I don’t think I need to ask where you’ve been.”

“Doing as I said I would, keeping our little tinkerer entertained.”

“Can we please just go?” you pleaded. All was not quiet, and your knee was still bothering you. If it came down to having to run…

Moon silently motioned to the two of you to follow as he strode across the small room to a window. He undid the latch and pried it open, the wood creaking a little. It must not see much use. At a glance, the room appeared to be minimally furnished, just a little space for people to perhaps sleep off the alcohol before going home. Or, other more lascivious activities.

With the grace of a lynx, Moon squeezed out of the window and dropped down, vanishing. You made a soft noise of concern. You were still on the second story (at least) after all. However, when you approached the window and peered down, you saw Moon standing in the back alley between buildings, waving for you to follow. Oh no… they can’t really expect you to.

“Up and out, love,” Sun said, nudging you to go through the window.

“But… I…” If you fell…

“I’ll lower you down and he’ll catch you,” Sun promised. “But we gotta shake a leg.”

You groaned but carefully began maneuvering yourself out into the chilly evening with Sun’s assistance. Holding tightly to his hands, he began lowering you down to pass you off to Moon. Then you heard a door bang open and shouting. “Police! Hands up!”

Your heart nearly stopped in your ribcage as you met Sun’s gaze. He needed his hands, but he didn’t want to drop you. But he needed to. So, you let go, letting yourself fall. For a heart-stopping moment, you were weightless and free-falling, then you landed in a pair of arms. It was a surprisingly smooth catch all things considered. You looked up but Sun was nowhere to be seen, but you could hear shouts and the sounds of a skirmish.

Cold dread sat heavily in your chest. “Is he…?”

“He’ll be fine,” Moon said as he went on the move, his loping gate managing to keep the jostling to a minimum. It was very dark, and you could make out very little as he carried you. “Though, it’s cute that you’re worried.”

“Of course I am. You both can still get hurt and then I’ll have to fix you up.”

“That’s why we’re not worried. We have you.”

You felt your skin heat and you gave him a soft tap against his torso with your knuckles. “Don’t think you can make it better by throwing applesauce my way.”

He chuckled and the sound was a comfort in the overwhelming darkness. “Was worth a try.”

—-----

Moon was having a very nice night, all things considered. Business had gone well, and leading the police around by their noses only to give them the slip was always good fun. However, you being here was the cherry atop this sundae of a night. It did bring a sense of urgency though. There was that dark niggling concern of you getting hurt. He needed to get you away and to safety from the police who were still buzzing about like flies on manure.

There was always the option of using you as a hostage if need be… no. Moon didn’t trust that one of the cops wouldn’t shoot at you just to get to him, or hit you by accident out of sheer incompetence. He wouldn’t risk that. He would not risk you.

You had fallen silent, with only the puffs of your soft breathing reaching his auditory processors. As he rounded a corner, he was forced to quickly double back and flatten himself against a wall as several uniforms marched by. Moon held perfectly still, and so did you, save for your hand clinging to his shirt, possibly seeking comfort from the tense situation. He listened to their chatter and from the sound of things, more backup would be arriving. Moon mentally cursed. At this rate, escaping on foot would be nearly impossible with you in tow, and he would not leave you for anything. Their brother would not have you.

“Hang tight,” Moon whispered to you. As soon as there was an opening, he took off dashing with as much speed as he could.

“Freeze!”

He did not, and bullets rang out. Most missed him and he held you tighter, balling you up against him to minimize the chances of you getting hurt. For your part, you were taking the whole thing rather well. You were tense, but you were shaking like a leaf. You were not unfamiliar with guns, or violence.

Moon felt an impact to his leg, metal piercing metal, and a hiss of steam escaped through his neck as he cursed but kept running, rounding another corner. His visual processors timed out for a few seconds, overwhelmed by the flood of headlights overtaking his vision. A car pulled up alongside him and Sun grinned from behind the wheel.

“Need a lift?”

Moon wordlessly threw open the back door and squeezed himself into the backseat with you on his lap, shutting the door behind him.

“Took you long enough,” Moon grumbled.

“What can I say? I have a flare for the dramatic.”

Moon held on fast to you as Sun peeled out, burning rubber as the sounds of most gunfire rang out from nearby. Moon pushed your head down, covering you, and you flinched as one of the windows was shot out, raining glass across the backseat.

“Hold on!” Sun called out and made a sharp turn that had the tires screaming in protest, but the car did his bidding. It had been a while since Sun had to play getaway driver, but Moon was happy to see the bastard hadn’t lost his touch.

The three of you weren’t out of the woods yet, however. A few police vehicles were still in pursuit. They would need to shake them before they could even think about taking you home. You were squirming in his grasp, and he looked down at you, expecting to see fear. Instead, he saw… not quite fear… more like intense concern.

“Where were you hit?” you asked.

Ah… you’d noticed that. Of course, you did. “Now isn’t the time for-”

“Where were you hit?” A demand this time, concern morphing into a fiery intensity that has his servos whirring in excitement.

Another sharp turn that he had to brace himself and you for. “Leg.”

Without another word, you slid down to the floor. “I’m gonna check.” You’re one warning before you began rolling up his pant leg. You cursed. Ah… it must not be pretty then. “I need tools!” you called out.

“There’s a kit under the passenger’s seat,” Sun called out. Leave it to him to plan ahead.

He managed to shake off all but one car that was doggedly persisting. You dug around until you found a small tool kit dumping it out onto the seat.

“You’re leaking out oil. I need to stem the discharge. Can you brace me while I work?”

Moon nodded, pulling you once more into his lap, bracing you with his arm around your middle while he braced the rest of his body against the backseat. He situated the damaged leg so you could work on it. Clicking on a small flashlight and gripping it between your teeth, you got to work. Moon could only watch as your skilled hands worked their magic, quickly becoming smeared with oil, with him.

“Brace yourselves!” Sun called back.

Moon held you tight to keep you from lurching as Sun accelerated the car through an intersection, nearly causing a full-on collision with a truck probably out doing late-night deliveries. The police vehicle had to veer off in order to avoid a t-bone. Sun rounded another bend, and from there it was a straight shot across the bridge over the river that sparkled like diamonds across a shadowy blanket under the moonlight.

It was beautiful, yet Moon was more focused on your and your dirty work and the fact you didn’t even care that you were staining a perfectly good set of clothes. You sat back, breathing heavily. “There… that should hold for now.”

You wiped your brow with the back of your arm, smearing it with black before glancing back at him with a deep frown. Moon took out a dark pocket handkerchief and wiped at the mess on your forehead, but his dark ‘blood’ stains your skin. Good, let him linger on you.

Moon pressed his smile against your forehead. “You keep making that face it’s gonna get stuck that way.”

A soft glow graced your cheeks and you blinked at him before scowling down into your lap. “If it does it’ll be your fault.” You rubbed at your knee, stretching it out with a low groan.

Curiosity struck him. “What’s wrong?”

“My knee,” you mumbled. “Old injury.”

Moon leaned forward, hooking his fingers under the hem of your pant leg and tugging up. You gave a little squawk and pushed at his hand. “Don’t.”

“I want to see.”

“I don’t want you to see.”

That… stung. He wanted to see and he didn’t like that you didn’t want him to. He didn’t like that there were still things you hid from him, from them. He didn’t like it… but he would respect it. You’d earned that much. He moved his hand away and you exhaled, your body relaxing.

“What happened?” he asked.

You were silent for a long time. Sun was focused on driving, but Moon had no doubt he was attentively listening to the entire exchange. For a while, the hum of the engine and the occasional rattle of the car as it went over bumps were the only sounds to fill the otherwise tense silence.

“I fucked up,” you said eventually and left it at that.

Fine, he would too. For now.

“By the way,” Sun said, cutting through the tension like a sunray through dark clouds. “I picked up a little something special on my way out.” he reached over to the passenger’s seat and hoisted up a bottle of whiskey. “I thought this would be a nice little pick me up after- hey!”

You leaned forward and snatched the bottle from Sun’s grasp. Before either of them could stop you, you unscrewed the lid and took a swig straight from the bottle. Neither of them spoke up about you. You’d earned that too.

—---

The rest of the ride back to your workshop was quiet. You were on edge and strung out, riding high off adrenaline, and now starting to float on the buzz of the whiskey entering your bloodstream. For all the close calls and dangerous, life-threatening situations, you couldn’t deny that you had, to some degree, enjoyed yourself. That wasn’t healthy, and you couldn’t keep letting yourself get sucked into their world.

This game the lot of you were playing was going to be the end of you in some form or fashion. And yet, knowing that, you couldn’t bring yourself to fold and walk away. 

Sun parked the car about a block away from your shop and the two of them walked you home in silence. It was tense, and you knew you had made it that way. Dammit, you didn’t want them to think you were ungrateful. So, you situated yourself between them, taking hold of Sun’s hand with your right, and gripping Moon’s hand with your left. You hoped neither of them minded that your hands were dirty.

“You both are idiots,” you said, glancing between the pair of them. “Thank you.” Their smiles beamed down at you, their fingers gently squeezing yours. You hesitated, then said, “I wouldn’t mind doing this again… though maybe next time without the police chase.”

“Yes,” Moon agreed with a nod.

“I’d love to get another dance with you in the future,” Sun commented. “You’re quite the Oliver Twist.”

You snorted. “Says you.”

By the time you got to your shop, you were almost disappointed, because it meant it was time for them to leave. They kept watch as you pulled out your keys and unlocked the door, and they followed you just inside. You were all business as you ushered Moon to your workbench so you could fully patch up his leg. Sun had you sit on his lap to give your knee a rest while you worked. Before long, you were finished.

“Well… I guess you’ll be going,” you murmured, feeling a little sad.

“For now,” Moon murmured.

Right. The work was done, there wasn’t really much more of an excuse for them to stay. You walked them to the door As you turned to step away, if only so you didn’t have to watch them go, Sun caught you by the wrists and spun you back towards him.

“What, no kiss goodnight?” he teased.

You knew the question was in jest, and you knew they expected you to take it as such. To shrug it off as you’ve done towards a number of their flirts and advances. The heat of the whiskey burned in your veins. Your heart knocked against his chassis. You both craved and feared what would happen next. But if it had to happen, then you wanted to be the initiator.

Going all the way up on tip-toe, you pressed your mouth against that damnable smile. A sound of static erupted from his voice box, and you felt a low rumble as his hands freed your wrists in favor of crushing you against him. Your feet dangled at his shins and just when you thought it was done he angled your face, deepening the kiss. His hands moved over you, securing you against him, as though he feared you would somehow slip away. It was surprisingly tender and sweet, yet so incredibly raw, free of the practiced poise and charm. You would even dare to think it was… sincere.

You came up for air with a gasp, your mouth and cheeks burning. Heart fluttering faster than it ever dared to. Sun was staring at you, for the first time since you’d met him, at a loss for words. You were saved the trouble of saying anything when another set of arms snatched you away, and you were caught by bright red optics.

“I hope you weren’t intending on leaving me out,” Moon’s voice growled deeply.

You huffed and dared to roll your eyes before grabbing him by the faceplate, surprising him. “Shut up,” you muttered before crushing your mouth against his sharp grin.

While Moon did not sweep you off your feet as Sun had, the kiss was no less intense, and he wasn’t shy about venting some of his frustration at your rudeness into it. One of his hands was at the small of your back, and he tilted you back so that you instinctively grabbed for his lapels, even though you were in no real danger of falling. His other hand traveled up the back of your neck, tangling in your hair. You gasped against his mouth as his fingers gave a firm tug but it was more surprising than painful. Yet, even caught up in the whirlwind, you felt a small, wickedly delicious sliver of control. 

Kissing Sun and Moon was everything you’d expected and more; wild, insane, and freeing. Their kisses and their embraces promised everything you could ever want. Comfort and security. Laughter and leisure. Never again having to wonder if you were going to be able to keep your clinic afloat for another year. No more lonely nights, no more waking up to solitude. Surely, you would be happy, if you just said one little word. The word they’ve been waiting to hear from the very start.

Slowly you came back down, and Moon pulled you upright onto your feet. For a few heartbeats, you thought he might not let you go. But he did. Reluctantly, perhaps, but he did.

“Have a good night,” he said, before slipping out through the front door.

Sun was quick to follow. “Sweet dreams, love.”

You nodded, feeling a heaviness in your chest as the door closed behind them with a tinkle of bells. Leaning against the door, you touched at your throat where your bells sat. The bells they had gifted you. It took everything you had not to fling open the door and call out after them, or maybe chase them down. You would see them again. Until then, you would pray to anyone who would listen that they stayed safe.

—--

“Tonight was a good night,” Sun commented as they walked back towards the car.

Moon murmured his agreement. Mentally, he was still back in your shop, still holding you against him, still lost in that kiss. He had been surprised by your sudden dominance, but he hadn’t hated it. He rather liked it in fact. It was nice being the one pursued for a change, and not by cops.

He pulled out one of his cigarettes, and was about to light up, but paused. His steps slowed to a halt, and Sun paused as well, staring at Moon curiously. He recalled your words from earlier that night, as he danced with you: “You don't need to be hurt to see me. My door is always open.” Moon wanted to believe that had been sincerity and not just politeness. Knowing you, surely it could only be the former.

“The police are probably still looking for us,” he mused out loud.

“Most certainly,” Sun readily agreed.

“It’d be bad if we led them back to the hideout.” There was of course no chance of that, but Sun’s smile lengthened, clearly willing to play along.

“It would indeed. If only there was somewhere safe for us to lay low.”

“I think I know just the place.”

With that, the two of them turned right back around and headed to your door. Moon was the one to knock, and after a beat or two, you called out, “Who is it?”

“Your favorite customers,” Sun sing-songed.

The sounds of latches being thrown in rapid succession and then the door being thrown open. Your eyes were wide, concerned, but also hopeful.

“Evening, doll,” Moon said with a wide, sharp grin. “We need a place to stay for a bit until the heat dies down.”

A smile bloomed across your features like the most precious and beautiful flower. You gave a soft laugh and stood by to let them through. “Come on in. I’ll put some records on.” They ducked inside and you shut and locked the door. “Just give me a chance to get out of these glad rags.”

“Take your time,” Moon said.

They weren’t planning on leaving you any time soon, their precious little tinkerer. The night was still young after all.

[farceurcole]

Uhhhh… don’t worry about it~

Their ONLY a lil demented/insane, being left alone in an abandoned pizzaplex (for so looong) can do that to a person!

I’m gonna be purging my drafts, an posting em. They’ve been just SITTING an floating there for a biiiiiiiit ….😅 heh!

[maudiemoods]

Mini moon reff!!!

It's a bit basic but that's because I have four more characters to make pages for and it's already the 28th :')!

[lynaferns]

FNAF Steampunk AU

That I never finished because I couldn't figure out what was going to be the story and character dynamics, and the role of each character, and yeah… I also spend many days writing, rewriting and changing thing, I didn't even get to finish the first draft and I got artblock.

I think my problem in the first place was that I wanted to make this AU stick to canon. A mistake, I know lmao. Later I thought of just making up most of the things but having to rewrite what I had already done dismotivated me.

So I thought of at least showing this character height chart I made a year ago. And maybe, idk, some of the wips that I never finished.

Maybe some notes and interactions I wrote under a cut.

If you ever want to ask me about what I had planned for this AU go ahead! Some main things about this story are:

All of the events of the story happens in a week (or so).

Gregory acts a little more scared than what is shown in the game.

DCAs arms can stretch up to 100 ft (30 m). He bends them to write or make shapes in the air.

Sun has some nowlege in animatronic repairs and maintenance due to being abandonent, having to repair himself.

Vanessa/Vanny have a biger role than in the game.

Burntrap also apeared more.

All animatronics are equiped with dart guns (for safety!). There are some places that require to leave the dart guns behind to continu.

Pizza is scuare (this is not important, I just felt like adding it).

Also, first idea and some doodles.

Gregory gets to escape to the locker rooms leaving Chica behind him. While searching for an exit Gregory gets surprised by Sun who was searching for him, and out of fright takes out the camera and flashes his bad eye damaging him for a few seconds.

Sun- "you were carring an object capable of blinding animatronics with you and you didn't use it against Chica to escape?!"

Gregory- "I didn't remember! I was more focused on running than taking a camera out of my pocket!"

Sun-pointing at himself with his hands- "And you had to remember when you saw ME?!"

Monty grabs Moon by the neck and throws him like a stick doing a spinning motion on the air, Roxy chases after him. She comes back carrying Moon with her mouth.

Freddy has an existential crisis by seeing endos. Moon is there awkwardly watching him. He gives him a pat on the back.

The auxiliary arm of the protective cylinder is broken, Gregory has to repair Sun manually. Trying to put his face plate back the nose falls off and Gregory nervously catches it juggling. They look between each others and the nose.

Sun-"..." "Gregory"

Gregory-"..."

Sun-"come on, say it"

Gregory-"..." "Got your nose~"

Vanessa is explaining something to the group. Moon is behind her copying her movements. The others are trying not to laugh. She notices and throws a flashlight at Moon.

They divide in groups. Moon gets on Monty's backs like a gremlin.

Moon-"go gator boy"

Monty-"I hate you"

One last, this is a whole scene that needs a bit of context. The current team members are Gregory, Freddy, Sun/Moon. They have figured out that the safe mode prevents animatronics from acting weird/hostile (found out the hard way in an encounter with moon and a fuse box). Though Moon seems not to attack Gregory anymore they wanted to test it with the rest of the band and found Chica, some things happened, they left her in her room in sleep mode and went to roxy raceway. This begins when they head to the west arcade to repair the service bot's head and on their way they encounter Chica out of the sleep mode but more normal.

(Forgive my poor writing, this was more of a script)

The four of them stare at each other until one decides to react.

Sun–”HELLLLO” Chica– holding her left arm–”A- Hiii, umm” Freddy– “He-hello Chica! What got you here??” Chica– “I-uh…patrol? I- think?? There… There is a child lost in the pizzaplex and we were, like- told to go find him, remember?” “Actually, wait, why are you out of your room? I thought maintenance put you on lock down- And what is the Daycare attendant doing out of the Daycare? it’s not the end of the hour yet- Oh!”–she just saw Gregory behind Freedys legs–”hey! you got the kid-”–flashback of the garbage compactor–”GET HIM”–she points at him with a dart gun– Sun–gets in the way–”WOAH WOAH WOW easy there!” Freddy–”Chica- wait! It’s ok he’s with us” Chica–”T-that-that kid is a menace! He- we should-HAVE to take him to the officer Vanessa–” Gregory–*gasp * Freddy & Sun– “NO!” Chica–”????wha-?

Freddy– “We must not take him to her.” Chica- “You guys kidding?” “These are literal-plain-instructions that you are- just-” “That kid threw me through the garbage compactor!” Gregory–”You tried to kill me!” Chica–”what?! No! I couldn’t do that, that’s against my programming!” Sun–”Uuumm, about that miss-” Chica–”YOU”–points at Sun with the gun– Sun–”?!” Chica–”You were there too!” “You have been with this kid all this time!” Sun–hands up-”Iwastryingtostophim” Freddy–”Chica, calm down, I know what this looks like but-” Sun–”OHMYGOSHWAITGUYS, she’s not hostile!” Chica–”wha-?” Freddy–”what…?” Gregory–”what??” “She’s literally pointing at us with a gun” Sun–standing next to Chica, pointing at her while looking at Freddy and Gregory–”I just noticed! her behavior changed-!” Chica–redirects the gun to re-target him–”you’re getting too close” Sun–ignores that–”She’s back to normal! That means the safe mode worked, we can use this!”

Chica–”What are you talking about?” Freddy–”You’re right! That’s a relief” “right Gregory?” Gregory–”...Yyyyyeah? I guess, yeah” Chica–”seriously, what do you all mean?” Freddy–”Well, It’s a little long story-” Sun–”And we will explain it to you!” “BUT not now, we are in a rush!” “To repair this bot-head so Gregory can ride the racecar” Chica–”...” “‘you serious?” Sun–”yep!” “Say, Gregory! You still want to ride?” Gregory–”uh-yeah” Sun–”Then let’s go!” “TO THE WEST ARCADE!”–grabs Freddy and Gregory and takes them there–”You can come if you want~!” Chica–”...” “OH- GOLLY, WELL” “I guess I’ll just go with you even though I don’t understand what is happening! And no one is going to give me an explanation!” Freddy–”-I promise that I’ll give you a wide explanation once we are done with all this… But in a more private place”

There are actually a couple more of scenes before this one (and after) but I'm not very confident of showing those (or any actually but I don't want this to be buried in my documents and forgoten because I really want to at least make a decent story)

Also, I know that the canon heights for the animatronics are like 6 ft but I prefered my height variety headcanons. Maaaaaybe they are a little too tall looking at it now that I look at it again but, eh.

[castercassette]

music horse

[cd-spoida]

I really like the windup music men, they're just funky lil spider critters in the vents and I love them dearly so have some doodles of the mini man himself

Along his three other siblings that I gave em and lil bit of info bout em cuz I have no self control-I made 45 other wind-up music men- and cant stop wont stop. Ruin just gave me an excuse to make more of em- the music army will grow

[ki-kosmo]

More of this AU bc I’m diseased