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[beenpxshedaside]

The Devil You Know - Chapter 1

Summary: “These people are not your friends. You think you know them, but I promise you, you don’t. New World, new rules. Forget what you know.”

Thrown through to a new unvierse, Bim Trimmer is trapped. Chase refuses to go home without him, they still need to bring Silver back from non-existence, and apparently this world is beholden to a bunch of self-serving assholes that call themselves Gods. It doesn’t help that many people here look like someone from home, despite being almost nothing like them.

A/N: It's taken a while but it's finally here. Just for reference the Writer is the omniscient narrator OC who almost exclusively exists to document the events of the story. They may often comment on the chapters through their narrative or in a 'writers note'. - Daniel Wickes is a natewantstobattle ego OC inspired by the music video for The Wrecked and the Worried.

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Writer's note - Don't let him die! Please Gods, don't let him die!

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Marvin’s fingers nervously twist at the bottom of his chin-length hair as he stands in the doorway. He needs to re-dye it again soon; his roots have been coming in for a while now. Honestly he kind of likes it, the soft brown roots descending to the faded teal that used to be forest green; but as a Magician-for-hire there’s certain expectations for his appearance, especially from the higher-paying clients.

Jackie’s sat on the stairs. His short hair is still the same vibrant electric green it’s been for the last few years; sticking out at all angles, easy to maintain, and suitable for pretty much any occasion.

Both of them are staring at the front door as firm insistent knocking comes from the other side for the third time is two minutes.

“Are you expecting anything?” Marvin asks.

“Not ‘til Thursday.” Jackie only ordered the cards for his collection this morning and as a man of little means, same-day delivery is somewhat out of his price range. “Not a client?”

“Last one left twenty minutes ago.”

So who could it be?

It can’t be a salesmen or anyone trying to promote anything. The house is brimming with countless wards and sigils to defend those within its four walls from ill intent, malicious magick, and door-to-door solicitation.

The knocking comes again.

“Y’know,” Jackie muses as he pushes himself to his feet, “one of us is gonna have to answer it eventually.”

He hops down the few steps and strides towards the door while Marvin crosses his arms, his lips becoming a firm line.

“I have a bad feeling about this.”

“You always say that.” Jackie chuckles.

True. But this feels different.

It’s not a ‘I can name fifty ways this terrible idea will blow up in our faces’ feeling. It’s deeper than that. Ominous and foreboding – an unshakeable dread that he’s in inescapable danger. Something that Marvin’s only ever felt once before.

He’d been on a date with this guy he really liked. They were at the cinema waiting for snacks when an overwhelming feeling of imminent danger washed over him. Within seconds some thing from another dimension had suppressed his magic, possessed him, held him hostage for six months, and nearly killed him.

It may have actually killed his date...

So I can’t really blame Marvin for just ignoring it.

Jackie opens the door to reveal a stranger, hand raised ready to knock again. Honestly he looks a mess – tattered dark jeans, a wrinkled speckled-grey t-shirt, and a worn grey peak cap sporting a red skull wearing blue glasses on top of scruffy mid-length brown hair. He looks haunted, dishevelled; like he’s not had a decent night’s sleep in weeks.

Stood behind him is someone they know. Daniel Wickes; annoyingly tall, open blue shirt over a white tee, ripped black jeans, black boots, and silver pendant on a black cord around his neck. He looks worried, though that’s nothing new.

Daniel’s carrying another stranger in his arms. One arm hooked under his knees, while the other is supporting the guy’s back. He’s dressed more formally than the other two; a white button-up with black slacks. He’s unconscious and honestly looks like shit, his dark hair and pale face drenched in sweat.

“I need your help,” Daniel says desperately.

“Nope.” Marvin mutters turning to leave through his doorway.

Jackie rolls his eyes. So dramatic, but given the last few times Dan showed up on their doorstep, he doesn’t trust him much either.

“You shouldn’t be here, Dan.”

“I wouldn’t be here if I had literally any other option.”

“See, I want to believe you,” Jackie shrugs, “but I just don’t, sooo…” he starts to close the door.

“Chase!”

The door stops and grey-hat guy, ‘Chase’, cries out. Jackie opens the door slightly to see he’s stepped forward, his foot jammed against the doorframe having stopped the door. One hand is against the doorframe too, while his other is braced against the door, ready to push back if Jackie should try to close it again.

Jackie stares at the foot in surprise before looking up, “Move the foot.”

“He’s not waking up!” Chase pleads.

“And you can find healers over on Kirk Road.” Reaching forward, he presses a hand firmly against Chase’s sternum his eyes hardening. Jackie’s patience is starting to run thin.

He spreads his fingers wide while green sparks of electricity crackle to life around around them. Chase doesn’t flinch; doesn’t even blink. Jumping, sparking, and flitting around his wrist, the sparks slowly get larger, growing stronger but stopping short of entering Chase’s chest. For now.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Agapass!” Dan blurts.

Jackie freezes, the sparks dissipating instantly.

“...what?”

“We found him in Agapass”

Jackie turns to shout but Marvin’s already next to him. He tears the door wide, pinning Daniel with a glare that burns right through him.

“What in the fuck were you doing there?” Marvin demands.

“Looking for him.” Dan nods to his arms.

There it is again. That sickening twist telling Marvin to leave this be.

“How long was he even there?”

Dan shakes his head. “I have no idea.”

Shit.

If this man really was in Agapass, time is a luxury they don’t have, but Magicians don’t take an oath of care like doctors do. There’s nothing that says Marvin has to help this stranger. He could close the door and turn his back and he’s done nothing wrong. His hands would technically be clean…

...Shit.

Marvin snaps his fingers. With a loud BANG the door under the stairs slams open.

“Bring him to the cellar.”

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[southerndragontamer]

Fall Musings

You hummed to yourself as you mixed together sugar cookie dough, it was chilly so you had a sweater and comfy pants on today. You were making up a giant batch to split hen take over to the Ego homes. You knew they wouldn’t all be there at the same time, at least right now with the month being so busy for multiple reasons, you’d been told ahead of time who was there and who wasn’t, but you’d make enough hopefully for the rest when they did get home again.

As you started to cut the cookies into pumpkins, leaves, or ghosts, you couldn’t help but think of the upcoming holiday. You loved Halloween but sometimes you didn’t like to be scared, sometimes you did. Sometimes you just liked being spooky, the in between of soft and scary. But you were lucky that the Egos understood and they all helped in their own way to try to make you comfortable.

Dark always enjoyed sitting with you by the fire, the cold made his body ache and that made him more cold than usual, sometimes he’d read to you or you’d both read while you cuddled. You’d managed to talk him out of coffee and into drinking more apple cider or hot chocolate, even tea more this time of year.

Wilford, bless his chaotic heart, was always up to something. Mostly pranks. And mostly the kind that ended up with silly string webbing everywhere. Though after a talk with you when they didn’t make you laugh one time, he’d started to put his energy into decorating the Iplier manor with your help when you were over there long enough and it did look amazing honestly.

Yancy was always humming or singing a Halloween based tune as he had taken to getting the supplies on runs. He liked to get out now that he could, sometimes it would be less scary and sometimes it’d be more creepy. His voice was very good at getting you to feel what he wanted and he’d accidentally scared you once. After that he often stuck to less creepy music, but he always brought you in a treat when you were over.

The Host was the one that told the best stories, whether creepy, outright scary or something softer. You could and had listened to him talk for hours in a nook in his library, always with a cup of tea or something else between you both. He often made you fall asleep that way, you’d always wake up with a blanket thrown over you.

You were smiling as you put the first few trays into the oven and giggled a little as you thought of the Septics next. Oh they truly adored Halloween, more visibly than the Ipliers anyway which was fitting considering most of them were ‘born’ in or around October.

Jackie was usually the one you went to when you wanted to watch scary movies with someone, so he could help you feel less afraid. He also made you laugh because he sometimes got more scared than you did depending on the movie and you’d end up cuddling him instead.

Chase was the one in charge of baking or cooking this time, and you two often bonded over recipes and when he’d attempted pecan pie with you it had gone so bad that you couldn’t help but giggle at the memory of his shocked face when he’d pulled the charred top of the pie off the rest of it. You’d both fixed the recipe afterwards though.

Henrik was taking a bit of a break off before Halloween, and he was the one that liked to take the ‘scary’ out of things and make it softer. He was very good at using his snark and deadpan to make you feel less scared and relax you. He was also the one in charge of decorating with James’ help.

James was a bit like you, he sometimes adored the scary/creepy aspect of Halloween and October bur sometimes he didn’t and preferred just the spooky/fall part of it. You had actually figured out you felt the same from hanging out with Jamie and seeing him look a little worried at a certain decoration Henrik put up. You often went to him to cuddle and enjoy listening to lofi while you did something with your hands.

Anti wasn’t one you’d think would be soft, and he wasn’t….at least all the time. If you two interacted with everyone else in the room he was his usual teasing, kind of mean nature. It was just how he was, but when it was just you two…he was still gruff, but he wasn’t as outwardly mean. He’d often use his static to calm you down, it was a constant background when he had an arm around you.

You took out the pans and let the cookies cool on a rack as you filled another batch into the cookie trays and started to make up icing to decorate the cookies. Orange was a must, with green, black and white being close seconds. Your smile got a little bit wider as you thought about the Sharp Egos. They weren’t as well known as the Ipliers and Septics but just the same they were exited for the month.

Mare, as he went by most of the time, was a bit like Yancy in that he liked to sing while he worked. He was the one in charge of decorating the small home the ‘brothers’ shared and you helped, though with occasional nudges to him when his voice started to shift too much.

Phantom was the one you’d had to kind of pull into helping to relax, as he was a little like Dark in that he took too much work on his plate for his own good. He often helped you bake when you were over there by handing you ingredients or asking about the recipe.

You smiled to yourself as you iced the cooled baked goods. You weren’t sure if you’d be in a spooky or a scary mood come Halloween but you knew regardless you had the Egos all there with you. And that was all you needed for a happy holiday.

[thewrecked-andthewriting]

Callie Morningstar.

Full Name: Calliope Lillith Morningstar.

Title: Princess of the Underworld.

Birthday: July 2, 1224. Almost at her sweet 800.

Parents: Phantom Morningstar. Unknown Mother.

Heir to the throne of the underworld -- but who is she kidding? Her dad's never dying.

Caused the black plague in the 1300s. Her father ticked her off, she ran off to the surface and essentially killed a bajillion people because she had a hissy fit.

Not allowed to the surface anymore without at least two handlers.

Essentially works as a promoter for her father. She runs one of his many clubs -- recruiting people and works as an in between for people who want to sell their souls for their desires.

Is not to be left alone with her Uncle Mare. Why? Chaos will ensue. They share the same braincell when in the same room together.

She is fiercely protective of her loved ones. Has literally snapped necks of people who've even breathed the wrong way in someone's direction.

But she is a total sweetheart, I swear.

[the-matpat-ever]

This is so silly I love it

HEHEJKAEHGSIAHEVS

WHENEVER I SEE NATE I JUST

IAKANRNDBHAIAKWJQ

[doc-ocktism]

day 6 of drawing fnaftm everyday until shadows of agony is out

[mayorundertheplumtree]

Family portrait

"Savior please set us free."

"We both know, we are only sheep."——Let Me In

The Sacrificial Lambs

[charonarp]

"Another round for the doll. I wanna have a nice chat..."

ayup, been a hot minute since I teased this lmao ain't the best, but hey, I'm not used to lineless isudhguighisd what is up with me and harnesses lmao

[colourfulmes]

Say happy birthday to him :)

[th3w00ds]

Nathan “Nate” Schmidt Headcanons

Ah yes, Mr. Nathan “Where does he live” Schmidt himself

He’s a human, not really anything special about him (or his new best friend, Marcus “Mark” Vincent for that matter)

Likes to tell people that he met the animatronics while he had a bazooka to make himself seem cool, but the truth of it is far sadder (and canon compliant!)

Cares VERY much for them ever since they hijacked his car to get back to Freddy’s

If Freddy says anything about “raisins” he knows it’s serious, it’s like their own little code word

Been around them for long enough for him to be able to understand Foxy fluently

Loves cartoons and anime, his favorites being Steven Universe, Tokyo Ghoul and Demon Slayer

Actually does have a collection of weapons- just no bazooka

He won’t admit it, but Mark admires it

Nate learned how to fight after practically adopted the Freddy’s gang, he’s gotta protect his “kids”

He met Mad when he had accidentally found his “house” (see: abandoned home that Mad had just lived in and did experiments in)

Mad was going to kill Nate at first, but he made the decision that this guy could be useful to him in the future

Nate is an incredible stalker and hacker

How else do you think he found out where Mark lived and was able to control BB?

Speaking of BB, Nate was heartbroken when BB was destroyed

That little guy was the best he was demolished

Nate may be a great hacker, but a fixer he is not

Mad always made Nate feel uneasy in a way, like the man wasn’t human

He wanted to become a musician for the longest time, but his music never made it off the ground sadly, so to Mad’s job offer he turned

The first time he met Mark, he was a little wary of the guy. He was holding a knife to Freddy’s throat, who wouldn’t be on guard?

Really tries his hardest for everyone he knows

Due to working the night shift for a long time, Nate’s sleep schedule is permanently messed up- he feels the most awake and active at night now

Wears contacts to see now as his glasses started giving him frequent headaches

Suffers from insomnia, migraines, and anxiety

@bondoes-art @themoonisrotting @colourfulmes @nwtbobsessedemo

[littledeathlittleghost]

My big Natemare headcanon EXPLAINED

(Real Not Fake!)

Okay so I have been talking a Lot about Mare recently but I haven��t really explained what exactly I think his backstory and motives are? So this is just gonna be a big post of me explaining my headcanon because I NEED to get it out of my head.

———

So for starters, I believe Natemare is actually Nate from FNAF the Musical. It makes sense to me; his relationship with Matt— or Henry— being the prime example.

Natemare is the product of Nate getting extreme anxiety and paranoia after the whole Freddy’s thing. Henry had put him through so much. He saw someone’s face get eaten off, watched a guy die, almost died multiple times, got chased down and threatened by the Evil Dirtbag With A Chainsaw™️, and that’s only the stuff we KNOW ABOUT. I’m sure going through something like that would be absolutely horrifying, even though he did handle it really well in the actual series.

After Henry got jailed and threatened to come find and kill Nate, even though he looked super chill about it I’m sure some anxiety would creep over into his mind. In the musical he was shown to be really easily scared or creeped out by things even though he keeps a cool head.

My headcanon is that Nate started absolutely falling apart after a while as Henry’s sentence got closer and closer to ending (of which wasn’t very long in the first place, a few years at most). People who don’t realize they’re this paranoid and this much of a danger to themselves don’t really think about getting help, on top of the fact that Nate’s character seems like the kind of guy to not worry about his own problems as much as everyone else’s. This would eventually lead into a deteriorating mental state caused by this paranoia of something like Freddy’s happening again at the hands of the same man.

This is also what I believe to be the origins of his “tear marks.” I like to think they’re actually scars, caused by scratching of the face and neck or pulling at the eyes, which are both signs of extreme anxiety (that I personally suffer from, just not as seriously). Them being so prominent are probably just them covered up with purple makeup because LOOK at him. He wears so much eyeshadow. Look.

So after years of Nate slowly devolving like this, Henry’s sentence would either be over or he’d get out on good behavior (because he’s a manipulative dickbag). Obviously his first thought would be to go kill Nate and most likely steal his identity, but Nate wouldn’t let that happen. He’d think that it would be better to capture Henry before he could do anything and TORTURE him, just as he used to torture Nate by making him work at that (literal) hellscape of a restaurant and getting him caught in that whole situation. Also hence the whole FNAF themed kidnapping-set.

But he became exactly what Henry was/is, a lunatic hellbent on sadism to make himself feel better.

That’s my whole HC for Natemare :P I hope it’s cool and fun and I’m cool and fun. Thanks for reading 🔥

[beenpxshedaside]

The Devil You Know - Chapter 2

A/N: Shoutout to my fiancé for being my one person cheer squad, encouraging me to write and being a willing ear when I needed one. Message from my fiancé - das gae

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Writer's Note - I'd send Marvin my therapy bill after this but I know he won't pay it.

The stairway is dark except for the beam of light from the torch in Jackie’s hand further down. The steps are small and uneven; all it’d take is one wrong step and Chase is tumbling down them. What’s worse, he’d take everyone else with him. Instead, Chase tries to focus on his breathing, bracing himself against the wall as he goes. It’s all he can do to prevent his third panic attack of the day.

Dan’s a few steps ahead of him, shuffling sideways with Bim cradled against his chest. When they’d found him Bim had been delirious. Barely conscious as he stumbled towards them, muttering some nonsense about a vampire. One touch of his arm and Bim had dropped, legs crumpling beneath him as he passed out. No movement, no response; no matter what they tried he wouldn’t wake up.

Bringing up the rear is Marvin, stalking in steely silence behind them. Chase knows nothing about anything between Dan and Marvin but from the hole slowly boring itself into the back of his skull from Marvin’s harsh glare, he can guess they’re not really friends.

It’s eerie as they continue to descend. They must be deeper than any basement has any right to be, especially under a residential street, but still it keeps going until a soft glow becomes visible further down. That’s not worrying at all.

When he finally steps into the light, Chase stares in surprise. The tight walls of the staircase erupt into a vast cavern, jagged and rough as though carved from the rock itself. The stairs they’re on hug the wall, curling around the cave’s edge as it lowers towards the floor.

On the floor, several pewter-coloured shelves are scattered around the room laden with numerous vials, bottles, glasses, pots, and tubs. Several items look like dried herbs or flowers, like they wouldn’t be out of place on a spice rack, while others swirl with shimmering glittering liquids that glisten into the low light thrown from the free-floating candles 10 feet above them.

Labels cover every surface; on the bottles, on the edge of shelves, various scattered papers that are strewn around the entire room. While several are written in English, just as many are not. None of them are languages Chase recognises, though to be fair he’s not read anything other than English since high school, and some of them have curious little doodles on them instead.

Chase very purposefully jams his hands into his pockets to resist the urge to touch everything. Dying is not on his list of shit to do today.

When Chase steps onto the floor Jackie’s there pulling him out the way as Marvin waves his hand through the air. Loud painful scraping echoes all around them as each shelf drags itself across the floor. In the centre of the floor a space is cleared, revealing a large perfect circle drawn in chalk.

“There.”

Daniel doesn’t wait to be told twice, gently laying Bim down in the circle.

Marvin walks past his shelves, fingers tracing over the various labels as he goes. Occasionally he grabs something, never stopping for more than a second as he gathers what he needs. When he’s finally satisfied, he brings his collection to the large wooden table at the far end of the room. It’s thick and heavy; it looks like it could break bone if you were to punch it. Various previous concoctions are scattered across the top, abandoned from when they’d first been made. Marvin brushes them aside, putting down his selections and reaching for a new small pot.

In goes a handful of two different dried herbs, a single petal from a moon-drenched flower, a teaspoon of something smooth, silvery, and translucent, and a single drop of something inky-black before Marvin mixes it with what looks like a cocktail stirrer.

“He’s slipping.” Dan calls, two fingers against Bim’s weakening pulse.

“Don’t rush me.”

Reaching for another bottle Marvin uncorks it and turns, arm stretched out as he whips the contents into the air with a wide arc. Marvin says something Chase doesn’t understand and the shimmering dust slows in the air, drifting down incredibly slow creating an unusual glittering haze around them. As it slowly begins to float down, the chalk circle begins to glow, strange symbols lighting up around the inner edge, one by one.

With what he’s made in one hand, Marvin kneels beside Bim cradling his head with the other. Gently he pours the elixir into the man’s mouth. It takes some encouragement to get him to swallow, but eventually it’s all gone.

Marvin stands, backing away. “Step back.”

Jackie pulls Chase back, moving himself in front of him; legs bent, arm raised, ready to brace. If anything should fly at them, he’s ready to take the hit.

A gust of wind whooshes past them, circling the room before spiralling in towards the circle. It whips around the circle, over and over, pulling at Bim���s hair and his clothes. The shelving starts to shake, several things falling over but no one moves, waiting to see what happens.

Everyone flinches, covering their ears as Bim screams. Loud, harsh, horrified; his body twisting and twitching while his back arches and his fingers clench in agony. As he jerks this way and that, his mouth draws wide and from his mouth erupts a rancid, writhing, monstrous black mass; not liquid, not gas, definitely not human. It pulses and thrashes in the air, looking to lash out.

“Jackie now!”

The arm holding Chase suddenly shoves him back and he yelps as he collides with the corner of a nearby shelf. Hand jumping to cradle his side, Chase watches in awe as green sparks chase each other across Jackie’s entire body. From his feet to his fingers, they run and leap and spark all over, building and building until he thrusts his arm at the mass. The air splits around them, a thunderous CRACK as it collides, exploding in a blinding light.

Chase throws up his arm but it does little to help. Cradling his side he tries to blink the bright green light from his vision. He jumps as an arm wraps around his shoulders.

“Sorry man,” Jackie gently pulls Chase back to his feet, “Give it a sec.”

As his vision comes back, Chase sees Dan exactly where he was before. Did he even flinch? Meanwhile Marvin is stood by the table using some cloth to wipe something from his hands.

“He’ll need something to eat.” Marvin looks very pointedly towards them, a look Jackie knows all too well.

Having pulled Chase to his feet, he turns him towards the stairs and gently guides him towards them. “Say Chase, how do you feel about burritos?”

Chase tries to resist but his side twinges.

“What about Bim?”

“Trust me, we do not want to be here for this.” Jackie lowers his voice as he nods towards the other two.

Chase sees the look on Marvin’s face, and he knows it all to well. It’s the exact face his ex wife would wear just before she would pick a fight with him about something. Food sounds like a good idea.

“I could go for burritos.”

[sadder-piano]

I've been listening to The Magnus Archives (literally listening to the finale as I post this) so uh. Web!Phantom

Woe spider core man be upon ye

[cel-aerion]

Okay, so like.

"Mangled" didn't leave really, it just came back in a new form.

Maybe the same will happen with Phantom. Maybe he'll be buried, but who's to say he won't be reborn after that?

[the-matpat-ever]

I did a lil something inspired by @littledeathlittleghost from their little headcanon of fnaftm Nate being Natemare‼️

HEHEHOEKBAKBA

I LOVE NATE AND I LOVE THIS AU SO SO MUCH

THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I HYPERFIXATE ON STUFF

I turn it into an animation >:)

[doc-ocktism]

day 8 of drawing fnaftm everyday until shadows of agony is out

[mayorundertheplumtree]

yeup(no