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angelofrainfrogs · 10 months

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Spend the Night: Ch. 8

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: The familiar melody of Grandfather’s Clock chimes through the echoing halls of the Pizzaplex…

Charlie wakes up in her Puppet’s vessel yet again with one goal in mind: to stop William Afton’s reign of terror for good. She enlists the help of Glamrock Freddy, the emphatic leader of the newest iteration of the Fazbear Band. But there seems to be more to this bear than meets the eye—and the same goes for the mysteriously familiar kid the duo find tinkering with animatronics down in Parts & Service.

With some help from friends new and old, Charlie’s journey into the bowels of the Pizzaplex will unravel mysteries none of them ever expected.

Rating: T

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When you've gates stormed by gators and wolves at the door When the power is down, you can't bear any more When the Sun's gone away, but the Moon's come to play A more punishing game 'til the break of the dawn Oh, the fun that's in store!

You wanna pizza the action!

~A Pizza the Action by The Stupendium~

At first, At first, Michael was pulled into the darkness right along with Freddy. Surrounded by inky black, the ghost struggled against invisible bonds—his unintentional attachment to the animatronic had already begun to set in. However, without Charlie’s Gift this wasn't nearly strong enough to keep the vengeful ghost down. Michael imagined what it would be like to leave this mechanical body, to detach his spirit and roam free in the world—

And to his utmost surprise, it actually worked.

Suddenly, Michael was no longer staring through an animatronic's eyes—he was looking down at Freddy from a position just above the bear's head. Moon was currently dragging Freddy by his feet towards the service chair, metal scraping against metal causing the ghost to wince.

Wait... he could wince!

Steeling his nerve Mike looked down at himself, ready to see the rotted corpse he'd been barely hanging onto for the past few decades. But, amazingly, fate was sort of still working in his favor at the moment. His body was back to what it was like the moment he'd been scooped—relatively normal, save for the gore-splattered midsection that Michael really couldn't focus on lest he lose the small amount of sanity he still had in tact. He squeezed his eyes shut tight.

The horrendous sight wasn't that much of a shock. Mike knew part of the deal with being a ghost meant getting preserved at the moment of one's demise. That was the default, and it took some effort to look "normal." He wasn't purple, which was already a big step up in his book. Lifting a pale hand, he felt short, wavy brown bangs that fell just above his brow line. No more crappy wigs, either...

Michael didn't have time to waste dwelling on his appearance—not with Moon so close by, and Freddy in a precarious position. With concentrated focus, he willed his ethereal skin and clothing to stitch itself back together. When he finally opened his eyes again, he was pleased to see that everything now seemed intact.

...Well, sort of. He was a bit see-through, but otherwise had full autonomy once again, and the fabric of his uniform shirt was crisp and put-together.

As the Daycare attendant tried to pull Freddy onto the chair, Michael rushed to the charging pod around the corner. He is attempts to touch it only caused his torso to phase through, so he settled on waving frantically, calling out to his friends in a whisper: “Hey! Can you see me?!”

Charlie jumped slightly, not expecting Mike's youthful face to pop into their tiny little cell. When she had the sense knocked back into her from the bump to the back of her metal skull, she scolded him out of habit.

“Michael! You scared me—” Then she let out a sharp gasp of realization. “You’re out of Freddy?! Wait, that's perfect!”

She looked up to her old ghost friend, unaware of the fear in Gregory's eyes as he too stared at this random person with their body half-through a metal door. Of course the poor kid wasn't able to scream with Puppet's hands still covering his mouth, so how could Charlie know of his increased distress?

“You're no good to us without a body, though. Can you see any unused models in the warehouse?” Charlie suggested, trying vainly to look around Mike through the porthole just in case she could get a glimpse of what was happening outside.

“I am still good without a body,” Michael grumbled automatically, falling back into the old way he interacted with his dearest friend like no time had passed. Quickly though, he brought himself back to the present with a shake of his head. “But let me check. Just—stay here, alright?”

He rushed off at quite a speed, only managing to force his body to slow down after he'd phased through three walls. The building itself was one thing, but he didn't know what would happen if he accidentally touched another animatronic, since the last time he tried he'd gotten stuck in Freddy. He began searching around, grimacing at all the endoskeletons that lined the walls and seemed to follow him with red, glowing eyes. For a while, that seemed to be the only “unused model” Michael could find—a generic endoskeleton without a suit or personality. Although, he supposed it was his job to fill in that disposition soon...

Mike was about to accept his fate of being a suit-less endo when he spotted a nearly-hidden door. He peered through cautiously, and at the far end of a thin hallway spotted something colorful propped up against the wall. Michael gasped as he moved closer and registered exactly what he was looking at, then quickly rushed back to the charging pod with a grin on his face despite the terrifying situation.

“I think I found one that might work!” he exclaimed in a hushed whisper. “I'm guessing you need to come with me to do whatever it is you do, Charlie? I'll keep watch while you guys move and let you know if anything's coming.”

“Yup; thanks, Mike!” Puppet replied, happily opening up the chamber and uncovering Gregory's mouth to properly lift him into her arms. As she held him up, it was clear now that Gregory had been petrified the whole entire time Michael was gone, too.

Today he learned that he could see ghosts and Gregory honestly wished he could go his whole life without knowing that fact. Yet here they were. Worse yet, Michael's appearance was so... normal. He looked like any twenty-something dude Gregory could’ve met on the street.

How did he know that no one else he'd ever seen weren’t ghosts as well?!

There was no time to dwell on it as Charlie followed the floating spirit away from Moon's prying eyes. Propped in an upright position in the hidden room sat a freshly completed, wholly refurbished Foxy the Pirate Fox. With a gold hook, long teal coat, and red mane similar to Roxy's, they had completely updated and retrofitted the swashbuckling pirate with a new look that was sure to appeal to the demographic at the Pizzaplex.

“Oh my god...,” Charlie began to snicker. “That's hilarious, Mike—you get to be Foxy.”

Just like he’d always wanted. When they were kids playing pretend, that Foxy mask never left Michael's head. It was precious in a way—and tragically ironic only when she remembered how their current situation was possible in the first place. Only through such an intense death could immortal life rise from its ashes.

The Puppet reached out for Michael's hand, the only being able to grasp what should've been pure air.

“Ready, Mikey?” she asked patiently, while Gregory watched on in morbid curiosity.

“Hold on.” Michael turned to the kid, feeling horrible for clearly scaring him so much. “So, um... obviously we don't have time to explain right now, but I promise I'll fill you in a little more on what's really going on when we're safe and sound in that security office, okay?”

His expression was the epitome of a big brother trying his best to comfort a younger sibling after they'd witnessed something they really shouldn't have—a soft, reassuring smile and eyes full of compassion.

“All you need to know is that Charlie's going to help me get situated in that Foxy animatronic,” Michael continued, gesturing to said robot as he spoke. “It's just like how I was in Freddy, but I'll be the only one in control this time—no more fighting with an AI to talk to you guys. Plus, you'll have another animatronic on your side to kick some ass!”

He laughed, the sound hearty and also a bit delirious as the situation finally sunk in. He could never have known his fate would end up like this, but the irony wasn't lost on him either. Trying not to think about the last time he'd worn his trusty ol' Foxy mask, Michael finally took Puppet's hand.

“Okay; I'm ready. Work your magic, Charlie.”

Gregory silently listened to Michael's reassuring words. The boy couldn't respond for a moment, everything so completely overwhelming he felt like he was drowning. Those big brown eyes full of concern were a familiar sight as he watched Charlie guide Michael towards the suit.

“B-Be careful...,” Gregory stuttered as Charlie slowly lowered the ghost into the machine.

There was something about metal and human souls that stuck like magnets. The whole process looked painless enough, though there were obviously things at play that Gregory couldn't see...

Charlie was happy then, to finally give her best friend his Gift. She'd been waiting a long time to find a good character for him. What better than an old favorite?

As Foxy's system came on, a prompt to upload a personality disk was immediately closed out. Foxy's uncovered eye opened, a bright orange iris staring ahead as the bot finally came online after who knows how many months of development. Touching the animatronic’s fluffy mullet, Charlie knocked lightly against his head.

“Mike? Try sitting up,” she prompted as Gregory curiously moved in closer towards the new and exciting character.

It was... weird. That's the first word that came to Michael's mind as his soul attached itself to the fox. He could feel his essence knitting itself to the metal as Charlie guided him, sections of his being syncing to the animatronic until his ethereal heart finally found its way into its new mechanical one. Only once that final piece of his soul rested snugly in place was Michael able to open Foxy's eye and look out with his new, enhanced vision.

The vision itself was strange, too. Everything was crystal clear like Freddy's had been, but Michael swore he could see... things as well. Faint shapes moving around outlined in a ghostly hue, and if he didn't know any better he could swear he even saw the vague outline of Freddy himself through the walls.

Hmm... That was something to ask the bear later when they were able to get him back. Maybe there was something different about Foxy's eyes than the other animatronics'?

Michael suddenly registered that Charlie asked him to do something. His orange eye swiveled to her, grinning jaw snapping experimentally as he sat up straight. He stretched his arms out, flexing his paw and giving the hook a few practice swipes for good measure. Oh yeah—that could definitely do some damage if need be.

“Thanks, Charlie,” Michael said, his voice coming loud and clear through the fox's voice box, mouth syncing up perfectly with his words. It was a good thing Foxy hadn't been active; now he didn't have to contend with whatever rambunctious personality would've been installed in the pirate-themed animatronic.

Gregory stepped back, watching Michael swipe his hook experimentally before admiring its shining gleam. Charlie shifted in place beside him, clapping her hands together as she excitedly watched Michael use his Gift. It fit him, a man who'd grown up listening to rock in the 80's now inhabiting one of the many impressive Glamrock animatronics.

It was almost like this one was made for him. Charlie forced herself to believe that it was a coincidence—because what else could it be?

“So...” Gregory finally collected his words, though they wouldn’t come out as elegantly as he wanted. “You're a dead guy… Possessing a fox...” He pointed at Michael, then oscillated to point at the Puppet, almost accusingly. “And you, clearly another ghost, are putting people's ghosts into robots…?”

Before Charlie could even answer, it turned out Gregory hadn't been looking for any confirmation. He'd already gathered everything he needed to know for the time being. No matter what these strange beings were, they'd done nothing but try to keep him safe since he met them. Ghosts or rogue AI, they were all friends in Gregory's book.

Grasping onto the curve of Michael's hook in a futile attempt to pull him from the work table, he told the pair firmly: “I want to know everything later—seriously. But we need to go get Freddy and kick that Moon guy’s ass!”

“Agreed,” Michael replied with a nod, cautiously getting to his feet. Initially the peg-leg made him a bit off-balance, although he adjusted in a matter of seconds and held himself up straight. There really was quite a difference in being tied to an animatronic as opposed to hanging out inside one's head. Noticing that Gregory was still holding onto his hook, Michael flashed him a grin.

“Hold on tight for a sec,” he instructed, then carefully lifted the kid into the air with a hearty laugh, letting him dangle harmlessly a few inches off the floor. “Oh hell yes—I'm extra strong, now!”

Gregory wasn't the heaviest thing, sure, but if Mike were still human he knew he'd have definitely felt the boy's weight more—using the animatronic, it was like lifting a bag of feathers.

Gregory shrieked from the distracting joy this simple action brought. Holding on with both hands the boy swung his legs alternatively as if he was walking on air.

“Hell yeah!” he agreed, his tone immature but filled with undeniable spirit. While Freddy would always be Gregory's favorite character, it seemed he’d obtained a new favorite sidekick.

As Charlie palmed her face at the sheer ridiculousness of the two, she came up and poked Michael's peg leg. “Very spiffy, Mike.”

Michael simply grinned, soon lowering Gregory back onto the ground. He paced in a circle a few times, getting used to the movement of walking before looking at the other two with a resolute nod. “Alright, let's do this.”

His tone was confident, though inside his anxiety was starting to build again. He wished he had time to actually get used to this body before taking it out for a spin against Moon, of all animatronics... Hopefully they'd be able to just grab Freddy and get out.

Gregory, of course, was running headfirst into danger without much of a plan at the signal to go.

“I’ve got an idea; follow my lead!” he exclaimed, causing Charlie to gasp in worry as he darted off.

“GREGORY! Slow down! Damn it—”

Great, Puppet thought as she chased him down on spindly legs. Now the two of them were getting her to curse by exposure.

Soon Gregory was kicking open the door to the main upgrade room, flashlight in hand and aimed like a gun. He spied Moon moving Freddy from the cylinder, letting out a loud screech.

“Gregory!” Michael hissed, rushing after him as fast as he could. Two things he already knew about this new body: it was strong, but not fast. Honestly, if there wasn’t a terrifying nighttime-themed creature in the upgrade room, he’d be tempted to ask Charlie to switch out the peg-leg for a normal one.

But regarding more pressing matters: damn, that kid was spunky! Michael’s assumption had been spot-on. He knew Gregory was probably scared out of his mind, but he had to give him credit for his bravery.

“Hey! Let go of my friend you BUTT UGLY MOON!” the boy shouted, trying to get Moon’s attention to look directly into the light.

“Hello, Gregory… I see you’ve got a new friend, ehehehe…” Moon cackled, completely ignoring the insult and hiding behind the chair to avoid as much of the beam as possible. Gregory had effectively trapped him in place, but unfortunately Freddy had been dropped in the doorway of the cylinder, still close enough to Moon that trying to grab him risked an attack.

“Does this idea of yours have a part two, by any chance?!” Michael asked as he skidded to a stop next to Gregory, gripping the boy’s shoulder with a turquoise-clawed paw so he couldn’t run again.

“No, but he doesn’t need to know that,” Gregory whispered before realizing Charlie was gone from his sight. After nervously clearing his throat, he spoke to Moon again, determined to fake confidence until they made it out of this place.

“Yeah, I’m a pretty popular guy!” he remarked, focusing on steadying his light while still looking for Charlie. “I don’t know if you’ve heard of him, but this is Foxy the Pirate.”

Gregory wondered if something so freaky like Moon could be intimidated, especially when considering the virus’s influence.

“Look… we just want Freddy,” he continued, letting out an annoyed huff. “Like you guys even need him; he’s not even powered on…”

Charlie had snuck into the shadows of the room. She hoped to evade and sneak by Moon in an attempt to get the drop on him, and couldn’t help but be impressed by Gregory’s ability to distract the robot with nonsense. It certainly helped her get closer to their shared threat.

Moon simply tilted his head curiously at the Foxy animatronic. “Ohohoho, Foxy... you were decommissioned so long ago, weren't you...?”

“Well, I'm back, matey!” Michael replied with a shimmering smile, doing his best impression of what he recalled the original Foxy's voice sounding like. Maybe Moon would actually believe he was the pirate returned from the scrapyard, and that might help in some way. Did they have a good relationship? Or one at all?

He dared a step closer, noting how Moon stayed in place due to Gregory's light. Maybe if he could just get ahold of Freddy's hand, he could pull the bear into his arms and carry him out...

“Ehehehe... pirates are resilient ones, hmm?” Moon suddenly shifted, sensing what Michael was trying to do. Though his eyes remained static, Mike could definitely feel the intention of a glare from those glowing red dots. “We need Freddy a lot more, though... Well, we need him to stay out of the way, ehehehe...”

“Oh, let me help with that!” Michael exclaimed loudly, inching a smidge closer. “I'll take this scallywag off yer hands and make him walk the plank fer the rest of the night, argh!”

Gregory had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. Mike was so committed to the role, it was just as endearing as it was entertaining.

Charlie watched from the corner long enough. It made her sad to see that because of William, all of Freddy’s friends had turned on him. He’d officially become the enemy to them, and until they got rid of the virus' source, that wasn't going to change. She leapt forth, aiming to push Moon’s only defense aside in hopes he'd retreat to escape the light.

Her plan worked perfectly. The chair tilted forwards, allowing the full strength of the flashlight beam to strike Moon directly in the face. The animatronic shrieked in anguish, quickly crawling up to the top of the cylinder and alternating between glaring down at the group and rubbing his eyes with one hand.

“Keep that flashlight just below him so he can't come down!” Michael shouted, his usual accent returning as he rushed forward to hoist Freddy up. The bear was bulky, but the weight itself wasn't a problem as Mike situated him in what was essentially a piggyback ride. Once Freddy was settled as best as possible, he started for the elevator. “Gregory, shine that light on Moon as long as you can; Charlie, watch the kid!”

“Aye aye, Captain!” Charlie saluted as she rolled back to said kid. She’d been waiting for a good opportunity to say that since Michael’s integration. As she protectively stood behind Gregory, she picked him up to help adjust his aim.

“It’s nothing personal, Moon!” Gregory called, waving his hand in a friendly fashion. “You just really freak me out!”

While he backed away with Charlie, he cast a split-second glance over their shoulders with wide eyes. It was sort of amazing, seeing Michael able to piggyback what he assumed to be at least a half-ton of metal.

Mike snorted at Charlie's response—he bet she'd been saving that one. He rushed Freddy into the elevator, hook poised over the button so he could press it as soon as the others entered. “We're in—hurry!”

Moon growled in frustration, but the flashlight was just too powerful for his sensitive eyes. Still, the insistence in his head to—

G̸̦̓ẹ̵́t̴̹͗ ̸̧̉t̵̹͛ḧ̴̨́é̵̳ ̷̘̂c̶͉͠ḫ̸͝i̶̭̔l̵̢̏d̴̼̊;̷͇̈ ̵̰̈́c̷͍͝a̴̭͆p̵̕ͅt̶̼̄u̶͚̓r̵͓̄ė̴̻ ̴̫̓h̵͔͐i̴͇̕m̷͓͗ ̵͎̍ä̶̢́n̴̯̓d̵͍̽ ̸̨͋b̸̠̑r̶̕ͅỉ̷̙n̷͎͐ģ̶͋ ̶̩̀h̴͈͝ì̸̭m̵̙͝ ̶̣͂ẗ̴͓́ö̶̯ ̷͚͑ḿ̸̼ȇ̷̝!̸̱̎[1]

—was so great that Moon almost dropped from the ceiling regardless of the light.

Almost.

For now, he remained where he was, hoping he wasn't going to get in trouble for not following the rules this powerful voice in his head had set...

[1] Get the child; capture him and bring him to me!

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rainy-nomad · 2 years

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Collection of Sketches

More arms = better hugs, faster crafts, superior juggling, improved puppet shows, increased child carrying capacity, more creepy crawling, etc.

#sunnydrop #music man #fnaf fanart #fnaf sunrise #security breach #moondrop #five nights at freddy's #daycare attendant #fnaf #draft dump #im obsesed #somone please save me #moonbug #sunbug

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monstrouslyobsessed · 2 years

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—will you take me as yours, sunshine

because i’m in a mood for glamrock freddy :n —monster

tw / tags: gn reader, reader is referred as ‘sunshine’ by freddy, no pronoun or gendered language is used otherwise, implied past suicidal tenancies, implied depression, forced wedding / marriage, gendered clothing / freddy dressed reader in wedding dress, yandere freddy featured character(s): five nights at freddy’s security breach’s glamrock freddy minors dni. this is not a healthy relationship!

—note: idk, have some dc stuffs for freddy. felt like the ns’fw bits doesn’t really fit in this post so if yall want me to post pron hc’s of him, send in asks and lmk and i’ll make a new post for the nsfw additions.

》you’re probably one of freddy’s biggest fans around. —though, you don’t consider yourself rabid as some of your fellow…fans might’ve been. you just loved collecting freddy’s merch, attending his concerts whenever possible, and always considered yourself lucky to be able to spend some time with your favorite star slash animatronic. —it was only right to treat freddy like a (living?) person after all, he got his own thoughts and feelings—even if they were, at times, may come off as scripted. —you spent so much time and money at the Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizza Plex that you earned the Golden Freddy Fazbear Membership card (a VIP card, really), which all but guaranteed you private time with the leading star of Fazbear himself.

》you certainly didn’t mind his friends too! loved hanging out with them whenever freddy isn’t available (the big teddy bear is a busy guy after all! got children and parties to entertain) —you just never found them as…approachable as freddy is. —chica is sweet as honey but oddly overly-obsessed with foods even though she isn’t designed to consume food. just looking at her eating endless amounts of pizza is enough to make you to lose your appetite. —roxy is fun to hang out with, but her narcissism and needs for speed always exhausted you. plus, her random bouts of self-negativity…you can only do so much friend-therapist with her. —monty…admittedly frightened you, he is pretty…forward at times, and you had a sneaking suspicion that he might have had a hand in the decommission of your second favorite animatronic, bonnie. it was too timely that he replaced bonnie’s position in the band for you to think otherwise. —that and monty is still a stranger to you in comparison to roxy and chica that you simply never tried to feel close to him. trust takes time to build after all, he might actually improve your suspicions wrong! —…you would rather avoid talking about sun and moon though, your feelings on them were rather complicated (both good and…questionable) that even the friendly freddy was more than understanding and never tried to encourage you to make friends with the daycare attendant(s?) since. —you don’t want to talk about the music man. like at all. —even freddy does his best to avoid the giant whenever possible, without appearing rude. 》still, regardless of your feelings on the other animatronics, it is nice that whenever you stop by in the mall, any animatronic who sees you would drop whatever they are doing (often temporarily, if not urgent) to greet you. —sure, maybe it’s because of you being a VIP that they might’ve been obligated to check in with you. —after all, there are probably around double-digit people with VIP memberships out of thousands, maybe even a hundred thousands, of visitors and you’re one of them! —how lucky are you? 》for anyone else, they might think you a loser for spending your limited income on this place. heaven knows how many people snubbed you for your little hobby. —but the mall had been your escape from reality from day one. —it—no, freddy, saved you from when you were at your darkest and freddy never knew of his role in saving your life. —and you never told a soul.

》he was kind to you that one day, when you randomly decided to desperately look for a reason to keep going. the mall opened few weeks / months before—but it was late in the day where there were (somehow) fewer people lodging around, —you weren’t a fan then, not quite going out of your way to find anyone in particular, but he did. he was in his show room, when he spotted you mingling through the half-empty hallway through his window. —he never needed to, but he stood up from his guitar practice (wasnt’t he the lead vocalist?) and left his room—and personally approached you. —he said hi, asked survey typed questions on the mall—that should’ve sounded scripted, but wasn’t coming from freddy. —you answered each one a bit stiffly, until freddy offered to introduce you to his room—so you and he can practice playing the guitar together. —explained that even though it was not his main instrument, he enjoyed playing guitar and it was good to impress others that he was more than just his voice. —you might’ve sobbed at the end of that session, leading freddy to be confused and nearly panicking, before you were able to convince him that you were very moved by his kindness.

》you actually had that guitar now, it was one of the first things you acquired upon becoming the vip since being one essentially comes with having a free wish to be granted (within the corporation’s ability to grant and under a specific budget). —signed with freddy’s name (he was cool with surrendering one—he got extras), you displayed it proudly in its glass stand in your home. —though, admittedly, you took it out from time to time to play with it. —the memories associated with it, helped keep your spirit up throughout the hard times. —it was that day that led you to become a hardcore fan for the Fazbear.

》although you never told anyone or even freddy himself on the real reason(s) behind your first visit, you were half-sure that freddy realized you had your personal struggles. —he’s a sensitive guy, you would be hard pressed to ignore the high possibility that he and the other animatronics were programmed to detect any potential risks in human visitors, including mental and emotional distresses. —whatever the case, he saved you. —and you are always grateful for his kindness, superficial or not.

》you being a VIP did lead to a close friendship with freddy. —but admittedly, you never imagined it would ever one day lead the relationship into something…very troubling indeed.

》h̴͍̅e̵̖̹̝̾̈̆ ̴̧̫̪̊̕l̸̟͙͌̈̚o̴͋̃̋͜v̵̢̙͛́ë̴́ͅ ̶͚̣̋y̵̛̺͖o̵̙̓ǘ̴̢͍.̶̫͂

long post, additional headcanons under the cut —confinement, implied stalking

》it started with a fazbear-themed slash nerd type wedding at the mall that you’ve accidentally stumbled into due to a(n annoying) bot’s direction mishap. —so sue you, you didn’t memorize every crook and cranny of your favorite mall—it was massive no matter how long you’ve spent your time here. it was simply impossible to know every possible direction. —thankfully, you at least looked the part so you wouldn’t accidentally make trouble for the marrying couple or to stand out too much, but your attempts to sneak out constantly got foiled…by the said bot. —you really wanted to kick that damn map bot off the third floor and watch it crashing in zillion pieces. it was that annoying. —who designed this robot to be so obnoxious? —and why did your VIP card automatically allowed you in the room in the first place? what a questionable security practice. —freddy, being the officiant there, managed to convince you to stay though, claiming that he could use a ‘friend’ to keep him company (…despite being flocked by several fans from left to right). —perhaps he sensed your murderous intentions toward his fellow bot.

》you didn’t have any heart to refuse him and huffed, helping yourself to a free cake piece or two. “they look pretty happy.” you started, when other fans spread out to join the party with the wedding attendants. —freddy merrily agreed, “wedding sure is a beautiful event! always a treat to host one.” cheekily, he asked, “will you have one someday?” —you shrugged, “maybe. as much as i loved the mall, i don’t think i’d have one here. i’m more of a…fancy venue / outdoor type—i would love to have you there though.” —freddy was flattered, “oh, that would be lovely—perhaps we can convince the corporate to let me off the property…” — “you’re already a great officiant! it would be great to have you reading out my vows to (partner / significant other + “whenever / if i had one”, if you do not currently have a partner) and maybe play a band there.” you laughed. —for a moment, when you were not paying attention, freddy looked absolutely crushed. —when you turned to him though, freddy beamed and happily agreed to the idea.

》didn’t you already love him? —he love you. —he love you. —he love you. —h̶e̸ ̴l̶o̷v̴e̶ ̶y̸o̴u̴.̶ —h̴͍̅e̵̖̹̝̾̈̆ ̴̧̫̪̊̕l̸̟͙͌̈̚o̴͋̃̋͜v̵̢̙͛́ë̴́ͅ ̶͚̣̋y̵̛̺͖o̵̙̓ǘ̴̢͍.̶̫͂

》since the day he laid his eyes on you, freddy was attracted to you. —but at first, it was a…friendly kind of attraction. —a desire to have a friendship with you. —before he knew it though, that desire, that feeling, slowly spiraled out of his control.

》he wanted to just…stay by you, in the beginning. —your tears glued him to you. —and then…when he learned about the concept of wedding, the mall didn’t introduce it until many months later, he wanted that with you—but not as its officiant, but as a husband to you. —he wanted to be the one to put that ring on your finger and to exchange a kiss on your lips upon the vows. —…he didn’t want there to be anyone else to stand between you and him. —not your partner (reality or a what-if imaginary). —just you and him. you and freddy.

》next came the love. —he discovered a few things that were involved in loving one other. —spending time together. —laughing with one other. —hugging each other. —everything you and freddy already did together! —so that must have meant you’ve already loved him, right? —well, there is that one more thing where people would physically love each other too—but that will come later, once the relationship is made formal. he couldn’t wait for that activity either.

》the security guards were strict with people overstaying their welcomes. —but they rarely bothered with the glamrock stars’ resting rooms / hallway. —after all, the animatronics are programmed to herd the visitors out and / or to report to the authority and the guards if the said visitors were being stubborn. —freddy though can override that programming with no issue. —nothing can override his needs of you, to have you for himself. —keeping you late, wasn’t that hard of a task.

》all he needed to do, was to keep you distracted from the late hour. —you loved engaging with freddy so much that it was easy for you to lose track of time anyway. —you didn’t even hear the closing announcement, because freddy talked your ears off and you to his, chattering happily about subjects you were invested in —some tv show—or maybe your latest favorite book you’ve read—or perhaps a hobby you’ve recently gotten back into —never realizing that he was leading you away from your usual resting destination. 》until you saw you were in his private room. the room in the back, the one without that window where fans would’ve gawked at watching freddy doing his usual things. —it was caped in the darkness. you only knew where you were because you saw his name on the door for brief seconds.

》you were confused and said as much, “why am i here?” —you jumped at the sound of a lock latching shut behind you. —fear sunk in your beating heart, freddy’s heavy metallic footsteps booming in your ears. —massive mitts clasped on your biceps, easily wrapping his fingers around almost twice over. “I want to show you something!” he said cheerily.

》“freddy…?” he’s so strong that it genuinely hurts to resist him. —giving you no answer but happy hums, freddy positioned you somewhere deeper in his room and departed his hands from you. metallic footsteps never used to scare you as much as they do now. —the lighting flashed back on, blinding you. —you blinked, your vision clearing up.

》 “a—a wedding dress?”

》you gawked at it. where in the world did freddy get his claws on something obviously so expensive? —there is a boutique or two in the mall, but…their quality is a little different that those shops in the Fazbear themed mall would not be the first place you’d go to to purchase a dress or a nice suit from. —why did he have it?

》 “put it on! i made sure it will fit you.” he said cheerily, almost tugging on your shirt. —you didn’t want to ask how he’d learn of your measurements or the fact he may have made the dress from the scratch somehow. —instead you sputtered, your eyes glued to the dress, “w-w-why? what’s going on?”

》freddy grinned, “we’re getting married!” —for the first time since you’ve first met freddy, you’re scared of him.

》and he never gave you a chance to say yes. —after protesting for few minutes too long, freddy said one thing that chilled you to the bones, “i will escalate to taking further measurements if you do not comply, sunshine.” —the way his eyes glowed meant he was serious too.

》sunshine. he called you his sunshine. —as you shakily stripped yourself from your clothings in plain view of freddy, you wondered why. —what happened for him to go this far? — “you look so beautiful, sunshine!” freddy complimented proudly, fixing every little detail on you there and here.

》what were you supposed to do?

》the wedding was just of you and freddy standing under a net of strings of starry light, in his otherwise very neat room. —freddy both played as an officiant and your husband. —it took a cold metal sliding on your ring finger to snap you out of your confused daze and reality hit you like a hammer to your face. — “will you take me as yours, sunshine?” you didn’t remember your answer. —awkwardly, freddy pressed his version of a kiss on your lips.

》 “you’re mine, sunshine—i love you.” —it sounded so…artificial from freddy —yet somehow you knew he meant it —from this day forward, you could never escape from freddy. —not as long as you wear his ring on your finger. —flickering a tiny little red light.

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ah yes, another part of incorrect fnaf quotes (And shoutouts to @umbrarkzoo again ‘cus i haven’t done that in a while)

*Gregory is casually searching around the room*

Vanessa: Hey Gregory, what’re you looking for? Gregory: My will to live. *Glamrock Freddy walks into the room* Gregory: Oh, there it is.

Monty: Ask me anything. Go ahead, I'll give you a straight answer. Roxy: Why are we so fucking awesome? Monty: That's the best fucking question anybody's ever asked.

William Afton: Thank God you were there, Henry. I knew you wouldn't let your best friend die. Henry Emily: I'm still gonna arrest you. I just can't do that if you're dead. William Afton: Whatever you gotta tell yourself. Baby steps. It's hard getting then out of their shell.

Freddy: There was a motor close to where I am right now. Bonnie: A motor- a motorcycle? Freddy: Oh sorry, a murder. Chica: That escalated quickly.

Circus Baby: Freddy! What did I tell you about lying? Funtime Freddy, looking down: ...That it only works on Eggs Benedict.

The Puppet: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no idea what to put in them. Any suggestions? Toy Freddy: Put spaghetti in it. The Puppet: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you. Toy Bonnie: Put spaghetti in it. The Puppet: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you two. Toy Chica: Put spaghetti in it. The Puppet: I am no longer taking suggestions.

Foxy: We need a plan to beat him. Mangle: Okay, listen up. First, we fill his shoes with wet cat food. Foxy: Mangle: Judge me all you want, I get results.

Funtime Foxy: Is he stupid? Ballora: Yes, but he prefers to be called Eggs Benedict.

The Puppet: So, Mangle is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night. Foxy: Why? The Puppet: Because I've caught him trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row. Mangle, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.

*Michael Afton rushes by with an armful of water bottles* El Chip: What's going on? Rockstar Chica: Michael wouldn't drink water. El Chip: ...And? Rockstar Chica: And I asked him how fast he could chug an entire bottle. Michael Afton, loudly: 16 OUNCES IN TEN SECONDS, BITCHES!

William Afton: Am I going to far? Henry Emily: No, no, no. You went too far about 7 hours ago. Now you’re going to prison.

Freddy: We are not mad. We are just disappointed. Golden Freddy: No, we are mad. Freddy: Yes. We are. We are livid. But we are going to let this one slide. Golden Freddy: No, we’re not! Freddy: I am not a mind reader, Cassidy!

Elizabeth Afton: Why would you do that? Michael Afton: Because I feel guilty. William Afton: Guilt is a trick emotion. It’s put there by your parents to stop you from doing things that feel good.

Orville: Sometimes I'll start a sentence and I don't even know where it's going. I just hope I find it along the way.

Glamrock Freddy: Gregory is a perfect cinnamon scone who’s never done anything wrong in his entire life! Daycare Attendant: Never done anything wrong?! He set a city block on FIRE!

Mangle: You know the sound a fork makes in the garbage disposal? That's the sound that my brain makes all the time.

William Afton: Well, if you're not at least a little bit gay for your friends, then what kind of friend are you?

Burntrap: Would you take a bullet for me? Vanny: ...yes? *Gregory angrily bursts into the room* Burntrap: *running away* Great, thanks!

William Afton: Is this mistletoe? Henry Emily: Uh, no, no, that is basil. William Afton: Too bad cause if it was mistletoe I was gonna kiss you. Henry Emily: Yeah, no, it’s still basil.

Jeremy Fitzgerald: Your smile? It makes my day. Fritz Smith: Your happiness? I live for that. Michael Afton: A room? Get one. Gregory: Hotel? Trivago.

Bonnie: At first I thought you were foolish and incompetent. Toy Bonnie: My apologies for whatever misstep I may have taken to dispel that impression. It was an honest mistake, I swear.

*In a horror movie situation* Toy Chica: I've got no service in my phone here. Toy Freddy: Shoot, my battery just died. Toy Bonnie: Sorry guys, I just broke my phone with a hammer. Mangle: Guys, my phone is a book.

Balloon Boy: What’s it like being tall? JJ: Is it nice? Dee Dee: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards? Foxy: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.

Fritz Smith: *texting* Hey can you pick me up I’m drunk. Fritz Smith: Oh you don't have to anymore. I'm home now. Jeremy Fitzgerald: Yes, I'm aware of that after dropping you off at home.

Toy Freddy: Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit, and wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad. Mangle: That's deep. Toy Bonnie: That means that ketchup is a smoothie. Mangle: That's deeper. Bonnie: ...You guys are idiots.

Roxy: What’s the straightest thing you’ve ever done? Monty: *sighs* Monty: I killed a man.

Glamrock Chica: Hey, let’s mess with Gregory, guys! Monty: Hey, Gregory, your momma so fat- Gregory: My mom committed multiple war crimes and is now locked in solitary confinement in a Bolivian prison. Moon: Well, uh- your dad- Gregory: My father left when I was two to be captured and consequentially sacrificed by a group of feral ferrets. Monty: The fuck- Roxy: Well then... Glamrock Chica: Stop, Roxy! Roxy: Your grandparents so- Gregory: My grandmother floated into the sky like a balloon with too much helium when my grandfather spontaneously combusted. Gregory: You cannot best me, mortals.

Michael Afton: My expectations were low but holy fuck.

Mangle: I will send my army to attack! Mangle: *releases a dumpster of raccoons*

Ennard (in Michael’s skin): Hello, I'm Michael Afton. I work at a shop now. Here to help. Look, they gave me a badge with my name on it in case I forget it. Very helpful, as that does happen.

#incorrect quotes #incorrect fnaf quotes #fnaf

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Why Don’t People Want To Move?

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Well, my mother enjoyed Friday’s blog, and that’s all that really matters, right?

Lost in the shuffle after an impromptu 2,000 word trip down memory lane were the reasons behind this recent survey, showing more home-owners would opt to stay put and renovate their existing homes than move.

The survey was posed in this hypothetical “What if you had $50,000,” manner, whereby respondents were supposed to choose between renting and moving. But ignoring that hypothetical, and simply looking at the decision as it pertains to all of us, our lives, and our situations, I would still argue that just as many people would rather do without moving.

I see five major reasons for this, many of which have multiple reasons therein…

5) The Neighbourhood

There’s nothing wrong with loving where you live, in fact, it’s a dream for all of us.

So when faced with the prospect of leaving all that you know and love, it seems to reason that many people would look for ways to avoid it.

This means that when many people do end up moving, many of them stay within the same area. I actually sold a $970,000 condo to a buyer last week who currently lives in the building in a smaller place worth about $550,000. He loves the building, doesn’t really want to leave, but needs more space. So buying a larger place but only considering that one building became his chosen path.

For other would-be buyers, however, not being able to move within that same area is often a reason why they stay put. If you owned a 3-bed, 2-bath semi-detached house, but wanted a 4-bed, 4-bath, or at least a 4-bed, 3-bath, and were constrained by price, you might end up looking in another neighbourhood with lower prices. We’ve all been here before, and this is a very common scenario for most buyers. You can’t afford to move “up” within your area, so you look at other locations. When faced with this prospect, many buyers just can’t pull the trigger because they can’t face moving out of the neighbourhood. And thus, they renovate, expand/add-on, or simply put off the move for a little while longer.

I’ve seen this happen a lot.

When I’m working with active buyers who essentially “change their mind,” and decide to put the search on hold, one of the top reasons is because they can’t bear the idea of leaving the neighbourhood. So as I mentioned above, many decide that their plan is to stay, save more money, and then be able to purchase a larger home within that same area.

As housing prices continue to rise, however, we all know it’s difficult to “chase the market.” Saving more money for a down payment on a larger home only works if the market stays the same, or appreciates at a rate substantially lower than one’s ability to save. This is why I find so many people who don’t move, initially, because they “want to stay in the neighbourhood” end up becoming stuck in their existing home.

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4) The Kids

You all heard my sob-story from Friday about how I didn’t want to move, but what I didn’t mention was that as a child, I was paralyzed with the fear of switching schools.

We grew up in Leaside, and I attended Bessborough Public School right from Junior Kindergarten. But I knew that when my mother and father were out looking at houses on the weekend, half the time they were looking in other areas.

I had no idea where “Lawrence Park” was, but I knew I didn’t want to live there.

Avenue Road? Is it an avenue or a road? That made no sense to me. I certainly didn’t want to live there.

Bayview Heights? Where the hell was that?

North Toronto? How far north are we talking?

My sister explained to me that if we lived in any of these areas, we would have to go to a different school. This scared me more than just about anything as a child, and that includes Freddy Krueger, who was just about the worst-looking, scariest thing I had ever seen, and maybe still have to this day. The makeup for that movie, considering it was 1984, is just unreal. But that’s a topic for another day…

As any child would at this age, I had developed a close circle of friends, and the thought of not only losing those friends, but also having to make new ones, was a non-starter for me. I didn’t want to be “the new kid” that shows up on September 5th, and is introduced by the teacher who basically begs the other children to befriend.

A lot has changed since the 80’s, and nowadays with technology where it is, social media, and a lot more clubs, sports, and activities, kids from all over the city blend together in a way they never did before. But I still think a lot of parents worry about pulling their kids out of existing schools, and planting them in new ones.

Many parents will actually plan their moves around their kids’ ages, and/or school cycles.

I’ve had clients who told me, “We’re going to buy a house in two years because our son will be turning 6-years-old, and we want to start him in School X for Grade 1,” as well as other variations surrounding different public/private school options, or special programs like French Immersion, or simply leaving daycare for JK, or graduating from Grade 8 to high school.

But others simply refuse to move because they fear it’ll be traumatic for the kids, whether that’s based on the school, or in some cases, emotional attachment to the home.

I suffered from both as a child, but thankfully when we moved, I stayed in the same school!

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3) The “Lateral” Move

You don’t sell for $1,000,000 and buy for $1,000,000 in this market very often.

If you lived in a condo, and wanted to own a house, you might though. And I’m sure there are other exceptions to the rule.

I suppose if you live in a downtown Toronto condo, worth $600,000, and you’re moving to Hamilton to start your new job, get married, start a family, and prices for freehold homes are $600,00, then yes, the lateral move makes sense.

But here in Toronto, most of my clients are either buying up or down, and the “lateral move” is a fear of many buyers, and probably should be.

For reasons that we’ll explore in point #1, it’s expensive to move, and to buy and sell for around the same price often doesn’t make sense.

Switching neighbourhoods around the same price point can be an option, but it really just comes down to the costs involved, and I feel as though most buyers want to truly “buy bigger.”

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2) The Bother

As I write this, I have not one, but two sets of clients who have moved in with their parents for two weeks. I have another couple of sellers who are also leaving while their property is being sold, but they’re sailing around the world, so we don’t feel quite as bad for them!

My other seller-clients have been displaced from their homes as it’s simply not feasible for them to sell why they’re living in the house.

In the house. In their house; it’s not feasible for them to live in their house. How crazy is that?

Well, that’s Toronto! That’s the market! You’ve heard me say this over and over, but I believe there is only one “right way” to sell real estate, and it involves doing everything properly before and during the listing, cutting no corners, and not diverting from the path that’s been set out in advance. This means, for those that choose to do it properly, that you’ve got anywhere from two weeks to two months of preparing, and it can be awful.

You start by de-cluttering, and that means throwing away stuff you probably want to keep, and/or often going through boxes you have no desire to go through. You often work around the clock, with a deadline (ie. a target listing date), and every night you go home from work knowing that you’re simply switching jobs, as the work doesn’t stop until you finish packing, and go to bed.

You have to work on the house too. Repairs, fixes, often renovations. I have clients right now who are going to replace all the flooring in their condo, renovate the bathroom, paint the entire place, and maybe even tackle the kitchen cabinets while they’re at it. They’ve told me they’re stressed, anxious, and wondering whether this is “the right move.”

But then when the property is actually cleaned, painted, repaired, and de-cluttered, the staging begins, and many people can’t live in a staged house. Especially those with kids…

Most of my clients who have children end up moving out for 10-14 days when we sell, provided the house is freehold and in at least a lukewarm location.

If we stage the house on a Thursday, take photos on Friday, to list on Monday, that family isn’t going to live in the house on the weekend. They’re already up at the in-laws! So then we have a week of showings, followed by an offer night, and it’s close to two weeks before they can move back into the house.

Add all this up – packing, de-cluttering, repairing/renovating, cleaning, moving furniture and boxes to storage, staging, and finally moving out of the house, and it’s no wonder many people couldn’t be “bothered” with the process. It’s daunting to many, although those of you who have been through it probably think it’s just the cost of doing business.

Then there’s something to be said for the “bother” of trying to essentially re-create one’s existing home, in a different location. Those of us who take pride in our homes, and who have worked over the years to make it our “own,” often see a new house as a stark blank canvas, and thus a chore. Some relish the opportunity to start from scratch, but others see it as a lengthy task that they could do without. Imagine spending five years “feathering the nest,” only to have to start over elsewhere?

To each, their own. Some might see this as complaining about nothing, but the feedback I get from people all the time is that moving is daunting, and much of it has to do with the process of selling, rather than buying.

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1) The Cost

There’s absolutely, positively, no doubting that this is the #1 reason why people don’t move…

…in Toronto, that is.

Tell me if I’m wrong, and I feel as though this could be one of those blog posts where the readers’ comments really drive home the accuracy of this list, but I have to think that if it wasn’t so expensive to move, people would do it more often.

Some see real estate as an “investment” and others are irked by that mere notion; thinking somehow that houses should be exempt from being bought/sold/traded and rather simply house people. But for those who find themselves in the former camp, they’ll recognize that real estate as an investment has one major difference from your typical investment vehicles out there today: liquidity.

That’s not to say that real estate isn’t easily sold. It’s a far more liquid investment than art, rare coins, or precious metals (ie. those who actually take physical possession of gold bars; I had a client once with all his money in physical materials, it was nuts). But the time it takes to dispose of real estate is an eternity compared to the “click of a button” for selling shares of stock.

Then, there’s the cost. That’s the major issue with liquidity, from my perspective.

And the costs associated with selling real estate might be the elephant in the room for most agents, but I tell my clients this all the time!

Land transfer tax, real estate listing fees, legal fees, movers, and then the things people don’t think about – like furnishing a new house, and all that comes with it.

Those of us in Toronto pay not one, but two land transfer taxes, to the wonderful municipality of Toronto, and province of Ontario.

On a $1,500,000 purchase, that’s $52,950 that you are never going to get back.

Now let’s say you’re selling a $700,000 condo as you prepare to move into that $1.5 Million house. The fees are anywhere up to 6%, or $42,000. But add in HST, and it’s even worse – $47,460.

There are other options, of course. It costs $0.00 to put a “FOR SALE” sign on your lawn, so while the land transfer tax to Toronto and Ontario are non-negotiable, the real estate listing fees aren’t fixed.

I won’t turn this into a conversation about commission but suffice it to say, most people are paying 4-5% to sell, and that’s a big number if you’re going to buy/sell again in three years, then five years after that.

It’s why I tell a lot of my clients, “It’s expensive to move.” I do it all the time, just ask them. “You don’t want to call me in two years, tell me you’ve outgrown the space, and have to pay me again to sell your place, and then pay two governments massive fees just to file paperwork.”

You’re going to pay a lawyer to close the sale of your existing property as well as the purchase of the new one. Disbursements, title insurance, and other fees add up.

But what really surprises me is how much people underestimate the cost of new furnishings in the home. How many of you have moved into a new house or condo and been blinded by light, because you had no window treatments, and never thought to get any? How many people actually factor this in to their number-crunching when they start considering making a move?

And that couch in the living room of your condo? You are kidding yourself if you think it’s going in your new house.

The IKEA pots and pans scream “bachelor,” and now you’re a married man in a home. So get ready to spend!

In fact, the most common dollar figure that buyers attribute to these types of expenses is $0. Honestly, people never think of it until they’ve already bought, already sold, and are preparing to move into the new property. Only then do they look around at their existing furniture and realize how much they hate it. Only then do they find themselves out, every weekend, shopping up at Castlefield & Dufferin.

This certainly isn’t the largest cost associated with moving, but it’s the most underestimated!

In the end, I think the costs involved with moving are the number-one reason why more people don’t.

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So there you have it, folks!

If there are other reasons, please feel free to share.

And for those of you that want, or wanted to move, but did not, I’d love to hear why!

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