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Creations AU, But I obnoxiously over explain it PT 6

Pages 151-180

Think of Dawko's voice: JUMPSCARE-

Haha Mike's a little fruity. Getting hugs from someone might not be the most common thing for him. We dunno.

Micheal are you trying to seduce Mike?

Jokes aside we learn some new things about Michael:

He's very cold and smells like metal when you're up close.

Probs cause he works down with machinery. Down there would be cold...

Also he lives with his dad. Greeaaaaaaat.

Living with someone who's dominating and possibly a serial killer.

Uh. Funny wording from you Michael about "Replacing body parts" and seems a bit germophobic in the way he talks about Mike's injury.

Sure that has no significance at all.

Mike doesn't seem all that concerned saying the disturbing line given all we know about him "It's not my first bad injury"

Also Michael buddy, personal space.

Oh.

So that's what his hair looks like when it's brushed. X'D

Details details:

Why does he have two toothbrushes in his bathroom?

Does he use the mint toothpaste or the bubble gum one...

Clearly two distinct individuals live here...whoever uses the bubble gum one is implied to be more childish.

Mike LIVES with someone...

Yes. You can gather all that from the background detail of toothpaste. That's the whole reason it's there. :)

Anyway about what Mike actually SAYS:

He finds Michael overbearing. Oof.

He CONFORMS his hair is dyed, it needs to be cut and considers dying his eyebrows.

In the ream of symbolism: Mike dying his hair implies he's covering something up.

In the realm of just normal shit: He doesn't like his natural hair color for whatever reason.

His choice of grey specifically could be dug into: as it's symbolism is mostly uniformity, blandness, and gloom.

But mainly I chose his hair color to be grey because you don't see a lot of young characters with grey hair. You see white haired characters (Ethan Winters in this series being an example of a white haired character) but not grey.

Mike embraces a hair color that makes him look older.

Also note: Mike doesn't brush his hair normally. It's a mess. Mike doesn't like his current haircut either.

Changing your hair is usually a sign of control, so the fact Mike seems to dislike so much about his hair is a sign he doesn't have much control in his life.

HELLO WHO ARE YOU!?

OH DON'T MIND HIM HE'S JUST ONE OF MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS.'

His eyes are weird and an unnatural purple color. If you know about Fnaf:

He's playing Fazerblast. I'm sure him being a great shot doesn't come into play ANYWHERE IN THE STORY GOING FORWARD.

You can tell I switched to Clip Studio paint for these pages lmfao. I was using Fire Alpaca before.

Few things: This person is very concerned with their looks.

Their design of having a beauty mark is there because I have one lol not that big tho.

He previously worked nightshift...Oh my.

Haha. His eyes are glitching.

Wonder if we know someone who can...corrupt body parts and make them robotic...No surely this isn't Cody's doing...Surely.

And he's talking to SOMEONE off screen.

A "Kid" apparently. Though the eyeline seems to be at his...Tall kid.

Uh oh.

We know someone who can look like a kid...

OH NO.

Tehe.

He speak Spanish-

Oh my the poster.

Yup Golden Freddy's messing with someone again.

But we dunno who this is or why they're important yet.

Something to note:

So far we've seen 4 security guards/night guards.

Mike: Who has a cyan shirt and a cute little pink bow. (He's got them trans colors)

Jeremy: Blue shirt, blue bowtie

Michael: Purple shirt and black tie

This mysterious person: Purple shirt and black tie.

Bet there's no significance to their outfits at all...

Just keep him in your back pocket for now.

Why would Cody be talking to this person? He pulls out a device and "Should do something about that"

He's clearly someone who has authority of SOME kind to fix problems.

We don't get to hear what Cody/Fredbear says about the matter, but whatever it is this person's "That's awful" leads us to think something BAD is happening....

Weird.

Back to fire alpaca pages gotcha.

That previous scene was added later lmao gives context to smth later.

Anyways:

Mike's outfit:

He's wearing a pale cyan Freddy jacket. The fact he owns Freddy's merch is very amusing. He clearly has a history with the place so him owning merch makes sense.

Funny enough despite Bonnie being Mike's favorite animatronic, twice now Mike is being associated with Freddy. It's the animatronic Cody picked to turn him into, and now he's wearing a Freddy jacket.

Those who know the game over sequence for FNAF 1 would know: Mike Schmidt is stuffed inside of a Freddy Fazbear suit. So these COULD just be cheeky nods to that. ;)

Why DOES Mike own Freddy merch despite Bonnie being his favorite?

He's mostly going just for Bonnie which is funny. He's also curious if "Evidence" is around.

Michael Jumpscare number, like what 3? X'D

He's very excitable and wearing a cute purple turtle neck.

Mr. Afton's not home, neat.

This house's inside coloring is based on the FNAF 4 minigame house. Because I make the rules lmao.

Mike wears cute pink heart socks and I just like that he's cute like that.

There are STAINS on the floor, specifically blood stains. They've "Always been there" according to Michael. Suspicious.

These stains origins are shown off in the SL comic but I won't spoil who they are from for people who are reading this first.

Mike is very offput by this.

They head to Michael's room.

Michael's room is based on the room we play in FNAF 4. Because I find that interesting.

This isn't mentioned here or anywhere really but shit you can infere if you read FNAF 4 and SL comics: Michael owns Cody's stuffed animals now, but Josh's old room is Michael's current room.

So Michael got a lot of things from his dead siblings it seems.

His "Friends" are creepy as sin.

Michael's expecting questions cause of what Bonnie said.

Michael asks Mike about his own father, which prompts Mike to be uncomfortable to say the least.

He hasn't spoken to his father in a long time.

Michael's brain seems to break from this idea and he comes off as super rude but he's just shocked.

Haha. Mrs. Afton is an interesting subject.

Again where she is is addressed in the Sister Location and FNAF 4 comic but for now, it's left to what Micheal says.

He doesn't remember her at all or a LOT of things. Because our boy had a terrible accident and he took awhile to recover from it and he has memory issues from before he got into said accident.

Mr. Afton's parting wasn't nice to say the least considering William is "Mad at her" and he refuses to talk about her.

Mike monologues to himself, coming to the realization Mrs. Afton might be dead.

And Michael's accident might have been from Freddy's.

Would make sense.

And we get a fun Alice in Wonderland reference with the Spring Bonnie animatronic.

It's design was inspired by the "Into the pit" Fazbear's fright books.

Hah. Micheal might not be as innocent as he lets on, note how he is now cuddling a Golden Freddy plushie.

And he resigns to his life is better without his mother and Mike is better off without his father.

Despite being a grown up, Michael's view on the world and his situation seem rather, childish. Which would make sense considering he lost a lot of his memories. It also makes his living situation, living with his father still make more sense. William is very protective over Michael.

Mike's reluctant to join the Freddy's family.

Buddy you dunno how deep in you're gonna get at some point lmfao.

Michael also did an oopsie slip up there if you notice:

"Let's forget about our crap parents"

...Michael.

Parents there is plural.

As in. He thinks William is crap too despite what he just said lmfao.

You might be starting to realize: Michael is masking a whole lot.

What he says/does does not reflect the real Michael Afton. He only seems to let his façade drop and talk honestly around Ennard and Bonnie so far. He's still pretending in front of Mike keeping a cheerful attitude.

And they have a totally relevant talk about ice cream.

If you know FNAF lore you know why "ice cream" is a disturbing topic but again this is smth for Sister Location.

Michael "Can't taste a difference" between frozen and fresh pizza.

Absolutely no symbolism in that line at all.

You can really take this however you want but small lines like this are kinda "Oh I get it" lines later. XD

Michael can't tell when he's being "Deceived", Michael will go with a widely accepted "Crappy" version of something because he just can't tell the difference.

A wider concept of disceptation/imitations being overlooked.

Or you can take William's preference as the odd one here.

William prefers something that in truth has no significant or quantifiable difference.

He enjoys the heir of something "better" when in truth there is no real difference and Michael appreciates things just because they're there.

Or it's just a comment about how Michael literally cannot taste things...

Michael stop flirting.

Also FNAF fans yes the allusions to another character is strong with Michael and that is 100% intentional. If you get it you get it.

He pretends. He knows how to make ice cream. He puts on an air of wanting to help fsr is very comforting when he talks hiding his true nature.

Again Sister Location.

This is another clip studio one I know for sure cause of the asset text bubbles I used for awhile.

Anyways:

Mike and Michael are watching TV.

Sister Location Michael Afton go brrrr wonder if they're watching immortal and restless X'D-

Ironic how Michael is cuddling the plush of an animatronic his brother got his head crushed by/is trapped inside. This is the second time he's doing it but he actually switched plushies as the one he was hugging earlier was a bit more scuffed looking. This one is obviously meant to be Fredbear from the purple hat while the one he was hugging earlier had a black hat and a contorted face.

Mike is obviously hugging a Bonnie plush. it's coloration is off from the Bonnie plushies we've seen earlier so we can think this thing is either a prototype or perhaps another location's Bonnie.

Either way: Despite Michael being childish he's willing to share his plushies with Mike and let Mike hold his Bonnie plush. He wasn't lying when he said he'd try to make Mike feel welcomed.

Jeremy refuses to come to the house because William's off putting. Jeremy's a rather skittish person so that makes sense. Though again we get another instance to Michael and Jeremy Fitzgerald being pretty good friends.

And speak of the devil and he shall appear! :D It's Willy Billy Afton.

William drives Michael mad.

What do you mean by "Those friends" William.

"That was one time"

and "Jeremy is from work too"

The implication is Jeremy and Michael had relations and William saw it lmfao because I find that hilarious.

So smth to note here:

The characters Fritz Smith and Sammy Emily are names used for one character inter-changeably.

This AU swapped his name around and this page refers to him as "Fritz" but past a certain point it's almost exclusively Sammy.

Anyways:

What THINGS did Sammy/Fritz tell William exactly?

Michael seems annoyed by William's presence even calling William a "Creepy old man" and to "Leave Mike alone"

William acts over dramatic about this.

Michael continues to be a menace to his aged father.

And William asks a question that confuses the crap out of Michael.

Mike's mom is nuts too, supposedly.

Mike's gonna stay the night though.

So, they're playing games together.

And Michael is "Not good at games".

Makes sense why Bonnie's the one who does the claw machine not him hah.

We know Mike likes to play video games...so it can be inferred his annoyance here is because he's actually good at them. X'D

Evidently: Michael is not a fan of "The other owner's son"

Conforming there's another owner outside of William.

Presumably Henry.

We hit 180 so gotta pick this up again.

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tenebraevesper · 5 months

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Five Nights at Freddy's: Nothing Remains, Night 10: Like It Or Not

''Welcome to the show, and like it or not, it's time to play a game, let's play a game. We don't want you to go, cuz' like it or not, you'll never feel the same, let's play a game (let's play it…). One, two, three, four, five, you think you can survive? (Survive?) This is all a lie, cuz' your story ends tonight, and like it or not, you'll never feel the same. Don't run away, just come to play, no fun today, this is what I have to say. Don't run away, just come to play, this is what I have to say, you're stuck here everyday (everyday).''

– Like It Or Not by Dawko & CG5 (Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria Simulator)

xXxXxXx

Sam tilted her head, staring at Freddy, Bonnie and Chica, who were still sharing the stage with Foxy, despite the fact that the Pirate Fox had his own little stage. Puppet was inside her box, being in a state of deep slumber, with the music box playing a haunting melody. None of them had moved at all or reacted in any way. This night wasn't really different from all the other nights during which she spent her time at Freddy's. The only change was that she was now wearing an uniform, having been hired as an animatronic technician at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. To be honest, she was still trying to get used to that feeling.

Sam glanced at Springtrap, who had been surprisingly silent. He too was staring at the animatronics, observing them and looking as if he was reminiscing about something. She already had an idea what that might be, but didn't question him. Both needed a little to recover from what happened and try to figure out how to use this situation to their advantage.

''When you really think about it, this is probably the best thing that could happen to us,'' Sam said, breaking the silence. Springtrap glanced at her, giving her a questioning look. ''Well, we both agreed that it's better for us to be here than for someone who hasn't any experience with Freddy Fazbear's Pizza and the animatronics. Not to mention the fact that we now have constant access to this place and the animatronics without having to fear that we might get caught. After all, I'm now supposed to be here and keep an eye on the animatronics.''

''Right,'' Springtrap said, glancing at the animatronics. ''Speaking of which, I wonder what exactly had happened to those technicians.''

''Well, we do know that they weren't murdered,'' Sam said. ''However, the animatronics did something that was creepy or disturbing enough to make them quit. Now, the question remains, what exactly have they done?''

''Who knows,'' Springtrap muttered, shrugging. ''While I am curious about it, I don't think it's that important. After all, they might repeat the same behavior while we're present.'' He frowned. ''On the other hand, it is interesting that they hadn't done anything so far. We've been here several times and I even took a closer look at the animatronics, but nothing had happened so far.''

''Something might happen eventually,'' Sam said. ''This is Freddy's, after all. Having something creepy occur is basically a requirement for this place.''

''While that's unfortunately true, creepy events have become a part of Freddy's at this point,'' Springtrap said. ''Although, the question still remains, what exactly caused them to behave like that. They are not malfunctioning and they're not haunted. Considering how they are brand new animatronics, it's clear that there isn't any remnant inside them either.''

''I guess that there's nothing left for us to do but to wait and observe,'' Sam said. Springtrap nodded, with Sam turning back to the animatronics. ''Now I know how Michael felt.''

''The only difference is that you aren't a night guard,'' Springtrap told her. Sam shook her head.

''I didn't meant him being at Freddy's, but rather having to deal with the animatronics at Circus Baby's. He had worked as a techncian there, hadn't he?'' she replied.

''Yeah, although that was because I told him to go there,'' Springtrap said. ''At least the animatronics won't get tortured with controlled shocks this time.''

''Only because I don't have a taser,'' Sam replied sarcastically. ''In any case, I know that I can lock myself in the office with the security cameras,'' she glanced at one of the cameras that were in the room, ''which are still turned off for some reason. Or, do they keep them on only during the day?''

''Well, it's not like anything interesting happens during the night,'' Springtrap said sarcastically, causing Sam to chuckle.

''Yeah, since we won't get anything done today, how about a game of random questions?'' Sam asked, with Springtrap giving her a confused look. ''Okay, so, what's worse – getting tazed or being influenced by that device Connor made?''

''Connor's device is much worse,'' Springtrap replied. ''Sure, getting tazed isn't pleasant, but that device Connor made messes with all of your senses. You're pretty much helpless while exposed to it.'' He then gave her a curious look, his eyes glowing in a faint purple. ''Anyways, my turn. How do you feel about being an employee at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza?''

''I had told you already that I'm fine with that,'' Sam said. ''I mean, my reaction only amounted to a simple What?, as well as me quickly accepting the offer. However, there's little difference between what I was doing before and after I was hired.'' She then gave him a knowing look. ''However, I'm fairly certain that it would've been much creepier if you were the one who had hired me instead of Anthelm.''

''Especially considering that I'd leave you alone with the animatronics knowing full well what they're capable off,'' Springtrap added in a dark tone. ''You know, it's quite interesting to imagine those What if? situations, but life doesn't always work out the way you had imagined it. Sometimes, it's for the better, and sometimes, it's for the worse.'' He glanced at Sam. ''Nevertheless, I'm glad it turned out like this, even if it's unexpected. I don't think I would've want this encounter to turn out different.''

He noticed Sam smiling, happy to see her like this. However, he felt a little heavy-hearted as he thought about Michael. He wanted to see his son again, to talk to him. He was still a bit afraid of the confrontation, but he was determined to go through with it.

xXx

Drawkill Freddy stared at Ricky Wolfrun, who just gave him a blank look before continuing walking around through the location. None of the Drawkill Animatronics were impressed by the normal animatronics that roamed through Ricky's. They considered Ricky, Max, Dahlia, Quentin and Virgil to be inferior, since the five were more or less regular animatronic performers during the day and essentially glorified security guards during the night. Not only that, but they had no reaction towards the Drawkills, who were clearly intruders, and aside from the occasional odd glance, they completely ignored them. Ironically, even Raven got more respect from the Drawkills and considering what they had done to him, it was clear that they would've treat the five mascots of Ricky's Wonder Shack even worse.

That is, if it weren't for Connor.

''Seriously, if I were Connor, I would've used those for scrap metal,'' Drawkill Bonnie said, looking at Dahlia as she walked past him. ''He might need a few new parts considering how he has a few screws loose.''

''Do you really think that the Boss would look great in a ballerina outfit? Not that he'd be able to fit into one,'' Drawkill Foxy commented, with him and Drawkill Bonnie exchanging glances and chuckling. Suddenly, they winced as they felt static flicker in front of their eyes. Once they recovered, they frowned, feeling irritated that Connor wasn't pleased with their jokes.

Meanwhile, Drawkill Chica and Drawkill Freddy approached Virgil, the owl animatronic that roamed between the arcades. They gave him a curious look, as if waiting for something to happen, but the owl animatronic didn't pay them any attention.

''So, Connor needs them too for his plans,'' Drawkill Chica muttered, glancing at Drawkill Freddy.

''Apparently, someone has to watch over this place since neither Connor nor we can do that without drawing any attention,'' Drawkill Freddy replied. ''He did say that he could still control them though, but we'd have to tweak their system a little bit.''

''Sounds boring,'' Drawkill Chica replied, completely unimpressed. ''While his plans for making Hurricane his hunting grounds are interesting, the execution feel too slow.''

''I know that patience isn't your virtue, but it's not like there's much that can be done,'' Drawkill Freddy told her. ''Like it or not, this is our job now and we need to get it done.''

''It's not really the thing I volunteered for,'' Drawkill Chica muttered, only for both of them to wince when they suddenly heard something fall over. They turned their attention towards Drawkill Foxy and Drawkill Bonnie, with Drawkill Bonnie holding Drawkill Foxy in a chokehold, with the latter trying to hit Drawkill Bonnie with his sickle. There was also a chair lying next to them, being the thing that had fallen over during the two Drawkills' struggle.

''Why do I have to deal with idiots?'' Drawkill Freddy asked, shaking his head, while Drawkill Chica was just glaring at the two. Drawkill Foxy and Drawkill Bonnie gave them sheepish looks, with Drawkill Bonnie letting Drawkill Foxy go.

''I'm disappointed, mate, that this is how you view us,'' Drawkill Foxy told Drawkill Freddy.

''You know, we may be idiots, but we're still your idiots,'' Drawkill Bonnie added. Drawkill Freddy simply facepalmed, being completely done with them.

''My only question is: why? Don't answer that!'' Drawkill Freddy snapped as Drawkill Bonnie was about to answer. He knew that he would regret even asking anything. Drawkill Bonnie just grinned, looking as if he was quite enjoying himself. Rest assured, the Drawkills knew that they could insult each other or argue with each other as much as they wanted, as none of them took it seriously. It was simply a way to vent their frustrations. Nevertheless, they knew what to do when things got serious.

''So, which one is our first victim?'' Drawkill Foxy asked, eyeing Quentin as he passed by.

''Calm down, we have time,'' Drawkill Freddy replied. ''For now, let's just make sure that no one will come inside and find us. That also means that you shouldn't knock everything over and cause any loud noise.''

''It's not as if it was on purpose,'' Drawkill Foxy replied, only to keep his mouth shut when Drawkill Freddy glared at him. Rest assured, he knew well that they needed to be more careful, as being reckless would land them into trouble. However, the kind of trouble they had caused was nothing in comparison to what Connor was up to.

xXx

Sam took a deep breath, sitting at the booth closest to the stage with the animatronics and staring at them, being bored out of her mind. It would still be a while until her shift had ended and considering that nothing had happened, it was the only thing that prevented her from leaving. She yawned, stretching her arms and got up, glancing towards the prize corner, where Springtrap was looking over the counter at the box.

''Is everything okay?'' she asked. Springtrap turned towards her.

''I just though I had heard something, but I guess it's just the music box,'' Springtrap said. He was quiet for a while, with Sam hearing the music box playing My Grandfather's Clock. After listening to it for a bit, she broke the silence.

''I guess you were just hearing things,'' she said. ''Although, considering how this is Freddy's, it is necessary to just make sure that nothing weird is going on.''

''I agree,'' Springtrap said, stepping away from the counter. ''However, considering that we're both used to strange things occurring, it isn't that surprising that we might start hearing or seeing stuff that isn't there.''

''Not to mention the hallucinations you have, mixed with memories,'' Sam added in a dark tone. Springtrap nodded, keeping quiet. Silence covered the room, only for them to suddenly hear a familiar voice.

''That is no reason to show you any sympathy.''

Surprisingly, Sam and Springtrap actually looked quite happy to hear that kid again. Even though they knew that the kid would annoy them to no end, they were glad that they had contact with another soul who had some kind of idea what might be going on at Freddy's this time.

''We haven't heard from you for quite a while,'' Springtrap said. ''So, what do you want to tell us this time?''

''You already know what I would want to tell you!'' the kid replied in an irritated tone.

''I am aware of that,'' Springtrap replied in a deadpan tone. ''However, even if there's something you'd want to tell Sam, I'd hear it regardless. You aren't exactly quiet.''

There was a strange silence, with Sam and Springtrap figuring that the kid realized that Springtrap was kind of right. Nevertheless, both knew that this would probably set the kid off, causing him to argue with them.

''So, what?'' the kid sneered. ''I'm allowed to say anything I want.''

''Nobody said that you couldn't do that,'' Springtrap replied in a deadpan tone, only to hear an annoyed groan.

''You don't understand!'' the kid yelled at him.

''Could you then please explain to me what I'm missing here?'' Springtrap asked. ''I would really like to know what's wrong.''

''You're the one who's wrong,'' the kid told him. ''You shouldn't be here!''

''As if I'm not aware of that,'' Springtrap said sarcastically. ''Not to mention, you're not the one to decide whether I should be here or not.''

''Well, I'm pretty sure that no one would want to have a murderer stay here,'' the kid replied.

''Okay, I understand that,''Springtrap replied, frowning. ''However, if you're so sure that I'm going back to my old ways, then name one person that I have murdered recently.''

The kid kept quiet, with Sam giving Springtrap a confused look. She knew that the only person he had murdered was Connor and both agreed that he deserved that fate, even though they had no idea what had happened to him, the Drawkills or Raven afterwards. She figured that Springtrap expected the kid to mention Connor, but surprisingly, they remained quiet, despite the fact that the answer was obvious.

''You know well that the man I had murdered was someone who wanted to hurt the person I care about,'' Springtrap said in a calm tone, breaking the silence. ''You can call me a murder as much as you want, as I am one due to what I had done in the past. Not to mention, I had also murdered Connor, even though I had a good reason to do that. However, the issue here is that I had spent here so much time, but I had never harmed anyone else, anyone innocent. Is that what's bothering you?''

The kid remained silent, with Sam wondering if they were still there. Springtrap had certainly hit a nerve, as the kid couldn't accuse him of anything considering that, aside from the part with Connor, he hadn't done anything wrong in the past few weeks. Sam knew that the kid hated Springtrap even more because of that, as he wasn't acting the way he was supposed to. He wasn't anymore the murdered the kid had known and dealt with, or at least, he had shown the desire to change and improve as a person. The kid was still trapped in the past, unable to move on and accept that it was possible for people to turn over a new leaf. Sam understood that the kid felt frustrated about the situation, but it couldn't be helped.

''Say, you told us that you feel that something is wrong about the current animatronics,'' Sam said suddenly, deciding to change the topic.

''Yeah?''

''Could you please explain to us what you meant by that?'' Sam asked, hoping that the kid would at least give her an answer.

''I don't know,'' the kid said. ''They're strange.''

''What exactly do you mean by that?'' Springtrap asked.

''I don't know,'' the kid replied, this time sounding irritated. ''They just feel weird.''

''Have you seen them act weirdly?'' Sam asked. ''We were told that the technicians who worked here have witnessed something that made them quit.''

''No, I didn't!'' the kid told her, getting frustrated. ''I don't know what happened. They just feel weird to me.''

''What's your name?'' Springtrap asked.

''I don't know!'' the kid yelled at him, only to suddenly fall quiet. Springtrap sighed, his eyes glowing in a faint purple colour.

''I really hope that you hadn't forgotten your own name, as that would be a sign of you descending into madness…''

''I have't forgotten my name!'' the kid shouted at him in frustration. Springtrap remained calm, well aware that the kid was just annoyed, saying stuff without even realizing what the question was.

''Then, could you tell me what your name is?'' Springtrap asked.

''Figure it out on your own!'' the kid replied. ''You murdered me, but you haven't bothered to remember my name. Why should I even tell you anything?''

''I'm sorry,'' Springtrap replied in a regretful tone. ''I will try to remember.''

''I doubt that you ever will,'' the kid told him. ''You don't care about anyone but yourself.''

''You're wrong,'' Springtrap replied. ''While that may have been true in the past, it's different now. Like it or not, things have changed, and unless you are able to accept that, you won't be able to move on. As a matter of fact, you should've moved on a long time ago, just like the others.''

''Not while you're still around,'' the kid told him. Springtrap fell silent for a bit, lowering his head as he thought about something.

''If you figure out your name, would you be willing to finally leave me alone?'' he asked.

''We'll see,'' the kid replied, then added in a mocking tone, ''Good luck with that!''

''This should be interesting,'' Sam said as the kid left.

''It's just another issue I have to deal with, among other things,'' Springtrap told her. ''I knew that I'd have to talk to that kid at some point and convince them to finally leave, because they're long overdue concerning the fact that they should finally move on. I really hope that they will as this is getting ridiculous.''

''I agree. Hopefully things will get sorted out,'' Sam said. She noticed the crestfallen look on Springtrap's expression, adding in a worried tone, ''Will?''

''I really wish that I could tell you not to worry about me,'' Springtrap told her, glancing at Sam. ''However, we both are aware that this is probably just the calm before the storm and that something might happen sooner or later. It's clear from what happened yesterday is that there's no way to be prepared for whatever might come next.'' He then glanced at the stage, at the animatronics that were standing there, ready to perform for an invisible audience. ''It's this feeling of uncertainty that makes events and speculations like this so creepy. You're anticipating something, you know it's coming towards you, and you can only observe, completely helpless, as the monster nearing closer and closer. You're unable to escape and you're waiting for your demise. Then, for just a moment, they vanish, and you let out a sigh of relief. However, the game is already over and there's nothing that can save you.''

xXx

''Finally,'' Drawkill Freddy muttered as he rewired Ricky the way Connor had told them to do. The rest of the animatronics had also been dealt with and were all now connected to the device Connor had used before to control them. He looked around, only to see Drawkill Bonnie and Drawkill Foxy messing with Max, laughing about their own antics.

Basically, Drawkill Foxy was trying to imitate Max' stiff movements, while Drawkill Bonnie was standing behind Max, following him around. Drawkill Freddy turned to Drawkill Chica, who was sitting on the stage, observing what was going on with an impassive look on her expression. She and Drawkill Freddy exchanged glances, both shaking their heads at their companions' childishness.

''Is it really possible for them to act even more immature?'' Drawkill Chica asked.

''Isn't the answer obvious?'' Drawkill Freddy told her.

''Well, you told us that we had time, mate, as long as nobody discovers us,'' Drawkill Foxy replied, turning towards them.

''As if that would last long,'' Drawkill Bonnie said in a deadpan tone, drawing everyone's attention. ''You know Connor and you know what he is planning to do. Do you really think that he'll keep us living in the shadows?''

''That remains to be seen,'' Drawkill Freddy said. ''If anything, we won't be the ones who'd be walking around during the day. However, there's no doubt about who is going to clean up the mess afterwards.''

''Sounds like a case of wasted potential,'' Drawkill Chica said. ''He created us. He knows that we're capable of doing more than just manual labour.''

''It doesn't matter,'' Drawkill Freddy told her. ''After all, he's our creator, meaning he's the one to decide what will happen to us.''

Suddenly, all of them saw static, clutching their heads in agony. It was only brief and it had quickly passed, but once they recovered, they knew that it was Connor simply confirming what they already knew. None of them were happy about it.

''I hate this,'' Drawkill Freddy muttered, with the rest agreeing with him.

xXx

Connor muted the communication device he used to listen in on the conversations between the Drawkills. He figured that he had made his opinion on their conversation and behavior quite clear. Leaning with one hand against the wall, he was slowly walking towards the room where the Drawkills had left Raven. Even if Raven wasn't Bran, he probably made a better conversational partner than the Drawkills, if only for the information he might have.

The door creaked as he opened it, and he entered the room, finding Raven cuffed to a pipe by his hands, with a metal spike sticking out of his chest. The animatronic lifted his head, his eyes glowing as he glared at Connor.

This isn't Bran Crawford. This isn't the person I know. Connor frowned, giving Raven a cold look. The latter didn't say anything. ''Why are you so silent? I thought you'd curse me out or something like that.''

''I have many things to tell you, especially considering that you left me immobile and voiceless for so long,'' Raven replied. ''Not to mention the death of the man whose soul inhabited my body. He hated you for what you had done to him.''

''He's gone now, though,'' Connor said in a quiet tone. ''It doesn't matter anymore what he thinks.'' He took a step towards Raven. ''What matters now is what you know.''

''I have no idea what you're talking about,'' Raven replied.

''What I want to say is that I believe that you know more than you want to admit,'' Connor told him.

''I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I sincerely doubt that I have any information for you,'' Raven replied. ''I assume that you already know, but let me remind you that I was searching for you and not for them, as the Drawkills had implied.''

''I am aware of that,'' Connor replied. Raven felt uneasy as he saw the smile under the wolf mask. ''However, that doesn't mean that you are completely useless.''

''What do you want from me?'' Raven asked.

''I know that Afton and that girl had visited the Machinations Factory multiple times,'' Connor replied. ''That's why I want you to tell me exactly what you had overheard while they were there. I want you to tell me everything what they had done and said in detail.''

Raven snorted, looking at Connor as if he was some kind of idiot.

''Really?'' he said, noticing Connor's eyes glowing. ''There's nothing I can tell you about it either. As a matter of fact, all they were talking about were you and the Drawkills, and I believe that they had already voiced their opinion on that topic.''

''Is that so?'' Connor suddenly walked over to Raven, having picked up something resembling a remote from the table and ramming it into Raven.

The animatronic screeched, shaking as a bolt of electricity passed through his body. Connor stepped back, with Raven lowering his head, realizing that device was actually a taser. He knew that Connor would continue where he had left off, wanting to satisfy his sadistic desires.

''You should pray that the Drawkills are going to find Afton soon,'' Connor told him, with Raven looking up, his eyes glowing as he glared at Connor. ''Rest assured, things don't look good for you.''

''Screw you!'' Raven replied, but he still felt weak from the electric shock he had recieved. ''You are going to burn in Hell, Connor, mark my word.''

Connor smirked.

''We'll see,'' he replied, leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Raven gasped, furious at Connor and at himself. He had already known that Connor was a complete monster, but this only reinforced his beliefs.

He needs to go down. I cannot let more people suffer because of him.

xXx

Springtrap leaned against the wall in the hallway, sighing. He and Sam had returned home, finding Emma awake and waiting for them. She obviously wanted to know how the shift went, which is why she was now in Sam's room, talking to her. Rest assured, there wasn't much to talk about, as nothing really happened. That is, unless you count the appearance of that kid, but Sam and Springtrap figured that they should keep that secret.

Speaking of the kid, Springtrap was aware that he might never find out what their name was. That didn't mean that he wouldn't try. He knew that the kid was furious that, on top of their death, their identity seemingly meant little to Springtrap. Who they were now was just as important as who they were before their death, especially considering that their soul had been part of an animatronic for so long.

Springtrap shook his head, going inside his room. He needed some time to think about it, to clear his head. Aside from dealing with what was going on at Freddy's with the animatronics and that kid, he was also anticipating Henry and his own family visiting him. Not to mention, there was also Connor, the Drawkills and Raven, as he and Sam still had no idea what had happened to them and they knew that they needed to investigate the remains of the Machinations Factory. However, considering that nothing had happened in the past week, they weren't completely sure whether they should even try to find out whether Connor had managed to escape the fire or not. Going by the local news, the police didn't seem to have found anything, but that meant nothing to Springtrap. If Connor was in the same state in which he had been, if he was indeed undead, he could've easily escaped the burning building with the help of the Drawkills. That would mean that he was still on the loose, probably planning his next move.

''What should I do?''

Neither he nor Sam could focus on all of these things at once and he certainly didn't want to put her under more stress as she had other things to worry about. Springtrap frowned.

On the other hand, knowing Sam, she'd just get annoyed at me for not involving her into whatever I'm dealing with now.

He turned around when he suddenly heard the door opening, noticing Emma peeking inside.

''Are you still awake, Afton?'' she asked, pausing for a moment. ''Well, that's a stupid question, considering how you're awake all the time.''

Springtrap rolled his eyes, giving her an annoyed look.

''What do you want Emma?'' he asked, with Emma entering the room and crossing her arms.

''I just wanted to hear from you what had happened tonight,'' she replied. ''I'm curious about what you think about all of this.''

''If you want to know, nothing had really happened,'' Springtrap told her. ''As for what I think about all of this, there's just too much to process.''

''Really?'' Emma gave him a curious look.

''I don't mean only Freddy's, I mean everything that had happened after I had returned from Hell to the world of living,'' Springtrap told her. ''I mean, have you ever had so many things on your mind that you simply got overwhelmed, having no idea what to do next?''

''Trust me, I know,'' Emma replied. ''Every time I leave you and Sam alone, I constantly think about whether the I'll return to my house getting burned down or not.'' A small smirk appeared on her lips as she saw Springtrap giving her an annoyed look. She was aware that he thought that she was just messing with him as usual. ''Okay, so what exactly worries you so much? I want to know because you've been acting weirder than usual lately. I know that it has something to do with your family reunion, but I had figured that there is a bit more to it than you're willing to admit.''

''You know that you're really starting to sound like Sam,'' Springtrap told her in a deadpan tone.

''I think it's the other way around,'' Emma replied. ''In any case, you should keep in mind that you will have to live with yourself regardless of what happens in the end. So, I'd be careful if I were you when it comes to making important decisions.''

''I know,'' Springtrap muttered, his eyes glowing in a faint purple as he glanced at Emma. ''I'm surprised you decided to offer me advice instead of mocking me or saying anything that would just stress me out.''

''Oh, don't worry, I'm saving the popcorn for the aftermath of whatever will happen next, like your little family reunion,'' Emma told him as she was about to exit the room. ''I'm sure that it'll be interesting and I certainly don't want to miss it.''

''Are you kidding me?!'' Springtrap groaned, with Emma just smiling mischievously and closing the door behind her. ''Emma!''

There was no response. Springtrap knew that she went back to her room, having already accomplished what she wanted. Springtrap felt irritated, but he was aware that he should've expected some kind of remark coming from her. However, as he thought about it, the anger and frustration he felt slowly lessened.

While he was still a little annoyed about Emma making a fool out of him, she did point him in the right direction. He would have to live with his decisions, regardless of what happens and he knew that overthinking things made the whole situation just look even worse.

However, I'm not really the kind of person who is trying to predict what would happen next and worries about things that hadn't even occurred. All of the consequences I had experienced came from decisions I had made based on what was going on at the time, and acting like a reckless idiot. Springtrap glanced at the window, noticing a faint reflection of himself, the glow in his eyes now much stronger. Nevertheless, I knew how make things work in the end. I am aware of what I'm going to be dealing with in the future, but until then, I should work on improving my current situation… as well as myself as a person.

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Manic and Panic headcannons (+Puppet)

I am in a Dawko craze rn so I'm making headcannons for a 2-3ish year old pilot

General things

Darkest desire 2 never happened

The year is around the 1990's to early 2000's

The location would be FNAF 1 then go to FNAF 2

there are versions of CG5, DAgames and DHeusta (who'll probably make some minor appearances)

this universe is connected to FNAF The Musical's universe but now Matt is just a higher up employee, Mark is also night guard and Nate is a a partial technician, composer and night guard.

Manic/Dawktrap

he is still partially in Glitchtrap's control but he has moments where he isn't

he doesn't care if he's called either Manic or Dawktrap

he is the most "American" character

he'll whistle and hum darkest desire

he is very unpredictable

if his eyes are more pink in color, he's under the influence of glitchtrap (+he will probably get more violent)

and if his eyes are more blue, he old conscious has more control

he's a silly, goofy and stabby guy

he is also very bad socially (and if there's some point where him and Panic get along....he would be the most awkward person)

he loves checking the animatronics and how they work

he is kind of like a well-known guy in Freddy's (with the other employees)

has an odd fondness for Panic ("this guy is hard to kill, wonder why?") but he loves harassing him

(inspiration by someone's headcannon) anytime he goes past a camera, he and the camera glitches

if he is strong enough in the moment, he can mind control others

^Now I realize he reminds me of Hyde from The Glass Scientists^

Panic / Nightguard Dawko

His name is Lou but Manic would call him Panic and now other people call him that know (he's to nervous to correct anyone)

deathly afraid of Manic (would take everything to be friends with him in the possible redemption arc)

he is horrible in social situations but somehow is friends with CG, DA and DH

he's a very weak spirited person

he's skiddish and has a shit ton of anxiety bc of Manic

he's actually the taller of the two (6'2 / Dawko's height)

best reflexes in the entire cast (lmao)

as a kid, he had dreamed of becoming a preformer and a singer ^ (little showtime Dawko ref)

^ he obviously didn't achieve it but he does try to write songs with his friends as a side hobby

he has a really shitty therapist (who Manic secretly k!lls at some point)

he is the most competent security guard but also kinda is the worst

Poopet / Puppet Dawko

(yes I know he isn't part of the pilot but he is part of this au)

He is an alternate and more humanoid version of the puppet animatronic

He isn't possessed but partially programmed by the og puppet

He doesn't talk but does know sign language

he has a Freddy plushie in his box (the plush is unknowingly possessed by 8-Bit Ryan)

He enjoys watching the employees after hours

he works better with children bc of the more humanoid design

the song for the music box is a version of Like it or not

his is 6'8 (not most people know bc he is usually sitting inside of his box)

he/they pronouns

he will always protect people in need

Relationships or just general stuff w/ the major and minor cast members

1. Manic and Panic

Panic is very afraid of Manic and thinks of him as a horrible and creepy thing

While Manic is very intrigued by the sheer luck and cowardice Panic has. But also wants to kill him

Will this become an eventual friendship...idk

2. M&P with the Puppet

Manic absolutely hates Poopet (he gave him the nickname), he hates that they always get in the way and keep protecting Panic

Puppet almost equally hates Dawktrap, they know he is a murderer and is trying to harm innocent people

Panic used to be scared of Puppet before he realized that they would protect him, and now they're friends

3. Manic with the others

Manic doesnt have an opinion with Panic's friends other than that they would be fun to harass or control. But, CG, DA and DH all hate him for trying to kill their friend and causing a lot of his mental health issues.

Manic finds Matt interesting with all of his conspiracy theories about the restaurant chain and that he has a pretty interesting backstory to hear (and vice versa).

Manic wants to kill Mark so bad but he won't yet

Manic finds Nate fun (that's it)

4. Panic with the others

He absoluetly loves his friend group and they love him too

Panic and Matt are also good friends and tney love to discuss theories but bc if their roles, they don't have time too see each other.

Panic is also good acquaintances with Mark, they like hanging out with Matt

Panic kinda admirers Nate for his music but he's to afraid to talk to him about it

#headcanons #I low-key don't like these headcannons

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cosmoknightchaos · 3 years

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FNaF AU Concept

FNaF AU where William never kills the children, the animatronics are never possessed, Henry never leaves the company, no one dies, and it’s just two buds and their idiot employees running a pizzeria

#Hi it's really late #And I crave wholesome FNaF #Like seriously I think if William wasn't a deranged(?) killer maybe things would have been better #Well duh but you know what I mean #And what if the Funtimes were never made with killing features? Liz wouldn't die #And what if Mike never killed CC?#What if Charlie didn't die either? Or Cassidy or any of the others?#The animatronics would never be haunted #None of the nightguards would be killed #William wouldn't get springlocked #And what if Henry and William got along #And Henry didn't quit #What if it was just a pizzeria with a bunch of idiots (affectionate) running it #What if FNaF was just the story of William and Henry running a pizzeria #And just that. No killings no spirits none of that #Will I actually make this? Who knows #It's late and I've been watching Dawko the past two hours #But I might make this a real thing. Because I think Henry and William would get along well if it wasn't for the stuff that goes down #And then maybe some of the Night Guards could actually do day shift!#We could see some of Scotty/Phone Guy #And Jeremy and Fritz!#I think that's their names-#Maybe I'll make this. It would be fun #Fnaf #Amoeba's Ramblings

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indiego-eggu · 4 years

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“ Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Alright, good night. “

#i was watching dawko's fnaf 1 revisit and i got nostalgic for that stupid game #again #also idk if thats a theory or it is confirmed but #if phone guy died in night 4 could he be the shadow freddy/bonnie through the next games??#i heard it somewhere that shadow animatronics are a result of an employee dying #idk tho nvmd #also speedpaint is coming tommorow!!#fnaf 1 #fnaf night guard #my art

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siliconosaurus · 3 years

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Dawko Night Guard Plush

#kidcore #toycore #dawko #fnaf #plushie #plushblr

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oligoweee · 17 days

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I wrote this May 10th - May 11th but I'm posting it on the 12th cus I forgor but it's for Darko's birthday!

DARKO'S BIRTHDAY - DAWKO EGOS FAMILY DYNAMIC SHORT STORY

No trigger warnings :)

Six years had passed since Darko gained consciousness; being the youngest and newest Dawkego at the time, he got quite a bit of attention. However, it didn’t take very long before he fell into obscurity… Birthdays would go by uncelebrated aside from a small gift from Poopet but for the most part, he couldn’t remember a time where all his relatives actually celebrated his birthday. Considering Dawktrap’s birthday was a mere six days after his, it was quickly pushed to the side. The siblings all celebrated each other’s special days but never Darko’s. Although he wasn’t one to care very much, it was getting increasingly annoying; constantly being pushed to the side and forgotten about was taking a toll on him.

Today was no different. He spent most of the day inside his and Poopet’s gift box, his brother hadn’t even wished him a happy birthday before leaving to go do his chores which was odd… Maybe he was simply in a rush. But as the hours went by, and no one bothered to come see him, even after he had left his box and was visibly sulking, Darko called it an early night and retreated back to the box. Of course his siblings didn’t care, he wasn’t too shocked, his bond with them was quite strained due to how they treated him in the past but the fact even Poopet didn’t acknowledge his birthday was concerning. Had he done something wrong? Poopet was so close to him and always tried to spend time with him; especially when it was his birthday.

The other Dawkegos were all acting very odd the entire day… They were sneaking around and when they saw Darko, they’d panic and leave as quickly as possible. That was… unusual. Sure, he intimidated them every so often but them behaving like this was entirely different. Fed up with the day, and quite frankly wanting to cry, he pretended to go to bed, laying down with his eyes tightly shut but never actually drifting off into any slumber. Once Poopet had returned to the gift box for the night, Darko quickly snapped up, startling the half-puppet by accident. “Why didn’t you wish me a happy birthday, Po?” he asked, staring daggers into his older brother while keeping his fists clenched around his blanket.

“I- What!? It’s not your birthday yet, I would never forget that!” Poopet exclaimed, frowning as he approached his younger brother; but Darko decided to lay back down, pulling the blanket over his head. Poopet vacantly stared at him for a moment before shaking his head. “You’re six years conscious, not six years old, Dark. Chill.” he chuckled, climbing up the ladder of the bunk bed. The only response that came from the lower bunk was a low, muffled growl. It was his birthday, how could Poopet say he’d never forget and then forget!?

As the night went by, Darko had fallen asleep for a short while before he was urgently awoken by Poopet. Groaning, he gently smacked Poopet away from him before looking him dead in the eye. “What?” he grumbled, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes while still keeping uncomfortable eye contact with his older brother.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Poopet shouted, playfully grabbing Darko by the collar and ushering him out of bed. Darko’s body stiffened up and he quite literally wanted to commit an act of violence upon his brother but shockingly kept his calm. Poopet was strangely hyper for Darko’s birthday… but it wasn’t even his birthday anymore, that was the day before! Nonetheless, Darko decided to just give in to whatever the half-puppet was doing as he pulled Darko toward the ladder. He wasn’t awake enough to process anything and was still sulking from the day before - which was his real birthday.

The two half-puppets climbed up the ladder and upon reaching the top, Poopet turned to face Darko and pulled a long strip of cloth out from his hoodie pouch, bringing it up toward the younger half-puppet’s face before being swatted at. “What the hell are you doing!?” Darko shouted, stepping away from Poopet as he instinctively reached into his own hoodie pouch to grab a knife that wasn’t there.

“Blinding you, obviously. Just go along with it, it’s fine!” Poopet stepped closer to Darko, tying the cloth around his eyes before putting an arm around his shoulders and walking him out of the room. Darko was barely compliant as the two walked to… wherever, he wasn’t very familiar with the place despite living in it for so long so he had no idea where his older brother was taking him, the directions were disorienting. Poopet kept his patience with his younger brother like he always had. Finally, they stopped walking and immediately Darko reached up to pull the blindfold off but was stopped by Poopet taking hold of his wrist.

“Just wait here for less than a minute, okay?”

A door opened and shut, Darko was left alone blindly standing… somewhere. Without hesitation, he lifted up the blindfold and looked around. The hallway he stood in was unfamiliar and quite frankly he couldn’t remember if he had ever been in this part of the house. He pressed his ear to the door and heard muffled whispers, his confusion increasing but also getting a slight excitement in him as he thought of what it might be. Footsteps quickly approached the door and he stepped back, pulling the blindfold down over his eyes and acting clueless.

The door opened. “Alright, come on in!” Poopet’s voice called out as he reached for Darko. The half-puppet pulled Darko into the unknown room, shutting the door behind the two. Counting down from three, on the last number Poopet tugged the blindfold off of his brother.

“Happy birthday, Darko!” Poopet shouted in unison with three other voices. Darko froze, his white eyes widened as they darted around the small, white walled room which had been set up with all sorts of red and black party decorations and a table containing a couple of gifts and a chocolate cake decorated with bright-red frosting that was spread to look like streams of dripping blood. Sitting at the table were his other siblings; Nightko, Showko, and Glamko. Dawktrap was… nowhere in sight; something Darko was thankful for. His father wasn’t there either but he typically wasn’t at any of the Dawkegos’ birthdays so it didn’t matter too much to him.

After gawking for a moment, Darko finally opened his mouth. “This… is for me?” he muttered, stepping toward the table. His siblings nodded in response to his question and ushered him to sit down.

“Thank you but… my birthday was yesterday.” he nervously laughed, sitting down as he started suddenly feeling intimidated due to being surrounded by a family he felt so distant from. As Poopet took a seat next to Darko, Glamko pointed at the eldest Dawkego.

“The party planner lost track of time and he knew it was your birthday yesterday but none of us were prepared yet,” Glamko began, causing the two half-puppets to look at him. “So, Darko, we spent the entiiire day yesterday putting everything together and whenever we saw you… well, some of us have a hard time shutting up -ahem, me- so we had to just avoid you at all cost. And then there was more trial and error but anyway, happy birthday! We also don’t talk about how this party was gonna be for your fifth year of consciousness. So it’s… a year and a day late party!”

“Ah, sounds like that was a delight, don’t worry about it. And… who are you again?”

“Erm… I’m Glamko! Glamrock Dawko, the one that does your makeup and actually made you look presentable for once?”

“Right, sorry,” Darko looked around the table, trying to think of what to say next. “Well, thank you, guys! I was quite upset yesterday, not gonna lie.”

The siblings were apologetic as Darko explained his feelings but it was short lived and they moved onto another topic; where Dawktrap was. Darko thought for sure that Dawktrap would have tried to ruin a party for Darko if the opportunity came about but shockingly it hadn't happened. Dawktrap wrote a card for Darko though and Poopet assured him that it wasn't a malice filled letter. Picking up the light-purple envelope, Darko opened it and pulled the card out. It was a generic birthday card with a blank inside aside from just a few words written in blue ink. The card read,

“Happy Birthday, old man =:)”

Darko let out a laugh as he looked at the words. “Pfft, he’s calling me an old man!? He’s the one possessed with the soul of uh… what do you guys call the FNAF killer? Peepaw Afton!” he said, closing the card and sliding it back into the envelope. “Well… tell ol’ Glitchy I said thank you. For once we’re not at each other’s throats, heh.”

After some small talk, Darko opened each of his gifts -with a black wolf plushie from Poopet being his favorite- before the five siblings indulged in the chocolate cake, Nightko having been the one that baked it and Glamko being the one that decorated it. Darko had a difficult time expressing how grateful he was for this party, he never had one before and thought he’d never get one in his life due to his reputation among his other siblings. Thus, today was a shocker, it even made him forget most of the violent traits that made him him and for the first time in forever, he spent the day with everyone with no issues and no Dawktrap to screw around with him.

Even if the party was a day late, it was the best birthday Darko ever had.

#olive's aus #writing #dawko #darko #puppet dawko #poopet #glamrock dawko #glamko #dawko darko #dawko egos family dynamic #fanfic #birthday party #nightko #night guard dawko #showtime dawko #showko #dawko egos #this is just a silly #fic

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