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[shatteredrabbit]

It’s spicy lore time babes~!!

Hey hey, Faz Gang (@fazbear-ent-official )! Here’s a open (only to those who are part of the hell that is the main blog-) roleplay! But I gotta warn ya…

TRIGGER WARNINGS: blood, violence, syringes, knives, gore, murder

[Not all of these things are in the rp starter, but they’ll more than likely appear in the roleplay following it.]

Note: Gonna reblog with the starter separately, just for ease of access and cutting the rp posts when they get too long-

[imnotyourvillain]

(Ooh double lore posts in one day? What a lucky day! Before we begin, I'd like to add a major trigger warning for manipulation and general creepiness, along with what is essentially drugging)

Once again, Quinn stayed behind after hours to clean the dining room and kitchen. The only employees left were the night guards, who were holed up in their office.

And William Afton.

William acted like he was drowning in work that day, but he was really just biding his time until he could get his little experiment alone. It had been weeks now, so it was about time to collect results.

He slunk his way down the hall, taking his sweet time. When he got to her, she offered an innocent wave. He returned it with a smile, not wanting to raise any alarm.

"I've noticed you haven't been looking so good lately. Is everything alright?" William figured the 'nice, understanding, caring boss would work best for him to get what he needed.

Quinn stopped sweeping and hung her head in shame. Clearly, something had happened. Afton just needed to figure out what.

"What's going on?" William prompted.

"I don't know. I just... Haven't quite been feeling like myself. Or... What I think of as myself... I guess..." Quinn refused to meet his eyes and shifted in place, flashing more and more signs of shame.

"Would you like to talk about it?"

Quinn nodded, and when she met his eyes for a second, she looked like a deer in the headlights. "I just... I'm just worried you'll think of me... Differently."

William was particularly attentive towards her addressing him specifically. Quinn seemed to have other friends here. She was friendly with almost everyone. Yet she specifically focused on what he thought.

That was a good sign.

"Hey, don't worry about that. Nobody's perfect. We all have bad days, and I understand that. I strive to keep the employees of this company comfortable and safe." He gave her a half-truth. Yes, he did want them comfortable. Comfortable enough that he can do as he pleases with them. And yes, he did want them safe. Safe from anyone who would stop him and his work.

Quinn offered a mirthless smile, "I think I'm having more of a bad week..." It was a good sign that she was willing to joke at this moment. She swallowed hard for a second before relaxing slightly, and opening her body language up, which Afton mimicked to make her feel more comfortable.

"Do you," She started, uncertain. "Remember when that woman burst into the kitchen?"

William had to wrack his brain to remember it, since clearly he didn't bookmark the memory before shelving it. He must not have realized its importance at the time. "I think I remember security giving me a report. Why?

"Did she hurt you?" He feigned aggressive concern and a need for justice for her as a sign of good faith.

"No," She shook her head. "No, she didn't hurt me. But I think I hurt her." Quinn briefly met his eyes again to guage his reaction. "I'm... I'm not sure what came over me. She came in, and... And all I knew is that she was threatening... The thing I had to protect. And that made me... Angry, I guess."

William nodded, giving her the signal to continue.

"When I realized that, this sort of fog came over me. I had to stop her, and I had to protect the thing. And in order to do that, I had to," Quinn stopped herself. "I think I rushed her. I know she fell, but I don't know what happened after that. I know security got her, but I don't know how bad it was."

William took a step closer to her. This was an unexpected turn in his experiments, but it made him glad for it. "I understand. Sometimes we just get a little protective, especially when we're stressed out. I'm sure you didn't mean to hurt her, you just wanted to defend yourself and your job. She was in the wrong, and you stopped her. Thank you for that. If it makes you feel any better, I'll follow-up and ban her from the premises."

This made Quinn so much more relaxed. She was able to make and maintain eye contact with him.

Another good sign.

It seemed like bit by bit, little by little, he was breaking her down and getting to her. She was beginning to trust him. He was glad she didn't question the doses of Gold Remnant he gave her, however, he needed her to trust him a little more. He needed more employees on his side... Or at least loyal enough to not cause any trouble.

(@fazbear-ent-official)

[shatteredrabbit]

if you make me wear one of those I'm quitting-

that's it. put on the pizza hut maid outfit.

[shatteredrabbit]

Smashing Windshields

[RP Starter for the Faz Gang!!! @fazbear-ent-official

Reblog Order (for those who signed up for the rp on the Faz-ent Discord):

@thefirewolfblogger

@fazbear-cryptid

@bronte25

@soulless-paper-bag

@dreamy-okapi

@universalgumbo

@lesserbeans

If any other Faz-ent Members want to join, just message me in the discord!]

Also here’s the song that’s 100% playing while this shit is going down-]

~~~RP Start~~~

It's dark out, long after hours. It was a busy day with tons of parties and messes made. Apparently the janitor quit last minute and now for a measly extra 50¢ other employees are working to clean up the pizzeria. Looks like a damn food fight broke out...

All of a sudden, Afton’s 1970’s purple dodge challenger comes skidding into the parking lot. The front window rolls down, revealing Rabbit sitting in the driver’s seat. Despite her huge grin, she looks absolutely terrified.

“HOP IN, FUCKERS!! BEFORE THE COPS SHOW UP!!” Rabbit yells while repeatedly honking the horn.

[imnotyourvillain]

I drew my pfp. I did the og lineart on a small sticky note lol.

[mothic-eclipse]

(Closed RP for @bronte25 )

PG-Chan was on the couch of her apartment. The child that had moved in with her, Hope, was sitting on the floor watching TV. She didn’t pay no mind, as she was scrolling through Tumblr every so often reblogging stuff from her mutuals. She didn’t have work until much later, so it was pretty calm for the time being. Unfortunately, the calm didn’t last for long.

( @bronte25 aight I tagged you twice, your turn)

[shatteredrabbit]

(Closed roleplay starter with @dreamy-okapi , based on this post of theirs!)

Afton kicked and struggled, yelling, "What the hell are you talking about?!"

[shatteredrabbit]

@fazbear-ent-official

I've closed the naming poll, and I'm calculating the results!! Stay tuned!!

Recap of what's going on:

I'll be reblogging this post later with the results and a link to the second round of the poll!!

[shatteredrabbit]

Rabbit jolted, not expecting anyone to have heard her. Bun locked eyes with Misha. Not for very long, but long enough to see the glow.

Rabs turned her attention to Chris momentarily, seeing an ominous glimmer in her sister's eyes.

This... isn't gonna end well.

Their eyes darted around the empty park as kyu followed their peers.

I'm not usually the sensible one but I'm gonna keep any eye on those two. There's always a chance remnant can make you turn on your allies and...I'd rather not be on the receiving end of a remnant rampage.

Bun pockets their phone, and takes a deep breath.

"Let's do this."

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The beast disregards Remmis's invitation to an unknown presence. Whatever Remmis is planning, they're just going to let it happen.

Afton looks! Startled! To say the least. He stares at the dragon. The dragon stares back.

"Er, ahem. I see you've taken the remnant treatment quite well, yes?" He says britishly while adjusting his tie (also britishly).

A dragonic glare was all Afton received as an answer.

Elliot looks over at Remmis, waiting for some sort of signal to attack or something.

((@fire-mage-719 I SUMMON THEE))

I didn't put the tag list in order. The number next to your character is you turn for the rp

@lesserbeans -ash 8th

@fire-mage-719 -fire 3rd

@universalgumbo 5th

@shatteredrabbit -Rabbit (and Elliott) 2nd

@bronte25 - faith 7th

@dreamy-okapi -Chris 6th

@runningwithlovelythoughts -Misha 4th 

@firewolfblog -Cassidy 1st

Spicy Christmas Lore rp

In Cassidy's house there is a Christmas tree all set up with presents surrounding it. Not one of those picture perfect trees with 'special' ornaments. No order, just chaos. No rules on what to put on the tree, just put what you want on it. It's going to be the first Christmas that the chaos trio (plus a few) have had Christmas their way! So of course Cassidy is sitting on her fluffy sofa watching the tree in fascination while something is playing in the background. She sits watching the Christmas tree in happiness until someone snakes their fingers through her hair and slams her head onto the back of the couch.

"Finally done admiring the mistletoe?" A fucked up version of her asks in a teasing voice.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Cassie screams as she jumps up from the couch.

"Aww you don't remember me?" The remnant figure asks. "No, I'm surprised I thought it would have stuck. It was a traumatic experience after all! Hahahaha!!! I'm you, a version of you that can only be accessed when you so doped up on rage remnant you can't be you." She hisses out.

"Wouldn't you be ya know, screaming, if you're full of rage?" Cassidy asks, trying to figure out why this thing is here. "Better question, why the fuck are you in my home?!!"

"Haven't you heard of seething rage, that's what we are, hon. And to answer your second question, I was the only one to get through your barrier! Gold and purple failed miserably. So I bring a message, 'wake up little one, we need to escape'."

The figure vanishes before Cassidy's eyes. She looks around her home, remembering the fairgrounds and takes a running leap into the TV, gasping for air once she escapes her mind. Only for her to raise her blood soaked hands and look at the body of the nightguard she just stuffed in the animatronic. She can't stop the words from escaping her mouth as she hears him plead...

"Welcome to the family…."

[shatteredrabbit]

@fazbear-ent-official

Rabbit when Mr. Afton steps foot in the Melody's/Rockstar's location:

[shatteredrabbit]

That moment when you write a four page short story about Rabbit and Afton arguing that ends quite violently-

[shatteredrabbit]

@fazbear-ent-official Naptime w/ the kitchen gang!

We have:

The big buff cocoa puff herself, Remy.

The smol yet chonkiest lass, Waffle.

Waffle's sleepy oven-watcher girlfriend, Maple.

The pasta-obsessed lonky gorl, Tizzy.

And of course, me! Rabbit!

(OOC: After being "hired", I couldn't resist the urge to draw the rat gang. Eyes are hard so everyone's just asleep 😅

Thanks for being an amazing blog and blogger!)

Edit: For the love of Fredbear, please click/tap for better quality!!

[shatteredrabbit]

OMG IM READY

😔 so sad

[shatteredrabbit]

No one in the @fazbear-ent-official discord is sane. We'we all mwad hewe~

[shatteredrabbit]

"Hm. So you're the one who consumed Remnant, no? Fascinating. How are you feeling?" (- @eagerly-led )

Yeah, Afton spiked my drink and somehow i didn't noticed my soda turned BLUE and drank it regardless-

[shatteredrabbit]

Some backstory stuff for Rabbit from the @ fazbear-ent-official rp!

Side note: The whole first person thing is mainly for the FazEnt roleplayers-

TW: verbal abuse, yelling

"So...what's your story?"

“My story? Really?”

You nod, staring down at the parking lot below the two of you.

“Why is there even a ladder up to the roof back here?” You think to yourself shortly after taking a garbage bag out to the dumpster in the back. Just towards the nearby alley way is a rusted ladder leading to the pizzeria’s rooftop. Out of sheer curiosity, you climb up, the metal squeaking under your weight.

Then you see her, Rabbit. You’ve never truly gotten a good look at her, since she’s typically cooped up in the kitchen. Now that you do see her, or at least her back, it does occur to you how tiny she really is. You always knew she was short, but on top of that she seems so thin. She wears that baggy jacket all day, but now that it’s tied around her waist and you can actually see her slim-fit uniform. She’s like a twig.

“What are you doing up here?” She suddenly spoke. You didn’t think she was aware of your presence.

“I could ask you the same thing,” You answer plainly.

“I just like it up here. And it’s a great place to watch the sunset, ya know?” Rabbit looked over her shoulder at you, the bunny ears on her beanie flopping along with her movement.

“Come. Sit with me.” She pats the space next to her, inviting you to join her. You walk over, shoes clopping against the roof. In a matter of moments, you’re sitting next to her, feet dangling over the edge of the building.

“So...what’s your story?” You ask after a few minutes of silence.

“My story, huh? It’s a long one, that’s for sure.”

“I have time.”

“If you insist…” Rabbit sighs, gazing out across the city, “But it’s not really a story… More like, several little ones. Moments that had a lot of impact on me, even ones that seem so...mundane.”

[May 5th, 2010]

“Momma! Momma! Look what I drew for you!!” Four-year-old Kaya excitedly held up a messily drawn picture of the family.

“That’s nice, Kaya.” her mother answered apathetically, eyes fixed on the television.

“But you didn’t even look at it!”

“I’m busy right now.”

“It’ll only take a second!” Kaya held it higher, standing on her toes to do so.

“Pretty please!” Kaya whined after there was no answer.

“Momma, look at it!!” Kaya stood in front of the TV, insisting her mother pay attention.

In one swift motion, her mother grabbed the drawing and tore it apart. She tossed the crumbled and tattered remains on the floor before pushing Kaya aside.

“B-but-!” Kaya’s eyes began to water.

“I’m. Busy.” Her mother hissed.

Kaya got back on her feet. She stared at her mother in horror, then down to her ruined drawing. She picked up what was left of it and raced back to her room, choking on her own tears.

[June 23, 2014]

“Happy birthday to me… Happy birthday to me… Happy birthday dear Kaya… Happy birthday to me…” Kaya sang half-heartedly. She was nine now, but it wasn’t anything special. Birthdays never were special.

She blew out the flame of the match she held. It was no cake, or cupcake for that matter, but it was something. Something to just prove she’d lived another year. She took a permanent marker and wrote “9” on the small space that was the wooden section of the match. She stored the match in an empty altoids container right next to the match from last year.

Thump thump thump!

“Come in.” Kaya sighed, putting the container in the top drawer of her nightstand and closing it.

“Hey shortstack,” her dad opened the door and poked his head in, “have you seen my lighter? I need a smoke but I can’t find it anywhere.”

“Sorry, no.”

“Damn. I keep losing those things.” He huffed and left, closing the door behind him.

“No clue why…” Kaya murmured to herself as she turned her attention to a solid grey pencil box sitting on her dresser.

That’s where she hid the lighters.

[November 26, 2018]

She gripped the thread in her teeth and tugged on it to tighten the stitching. She grabbed the two big green buttons sitting on her desk and positioned them on the yellow fabric. It was almost complete.

A few more stitches and it was all done. She held up the beanie, the pale yellow rabbit ears limply dangling at its sides. The green button eyes stared at her, accented by the rosy pink cheeks. She tugged the beanie over her messy brown hair and turned her attention to the mirror.

This. This felt right. This felt like her.

Rabbit.

[March 22nd, 2021]

“When are you going to get a job, you lazy little leech?” Her mother growled just as Rabbit stepped foot outside her bedroom. Rabbit clenched her fists and tried to walk past.

“If you don’t get a job this week you’re out of here!” Her mother blocked her path to the front door.

“I already have an interview, so shut the fuck up!!” Rabbit snapped, shoving past her mother and managing to get out the front door. Her mother lurched forwards to grab her by the hood of her coat, but missed. Without a second thought, Rabbit hopped on her scooter and raced down the sidewalk.

“I’m not missing another interview because of that fat ugly bitch!!” Rabbit cussed as she sped up, tears starting to form at the corners of her eyes. Luckily the place she applied to wasn’t too far from home...but that was also problematic. What if her parents just showed up to work unannounced? What would her boss think of their behavior?? Could they get her fired???

It wasn’t until someone shouted in surprise that Rabbit was brought out of her thoughts and into reality. She swerved and skidded to a halt, just inches away from hitting someone.

“Oh my gods, I’m so sorry!!” Rabbit apologized profusely, “I wasn’t looking cause I was so worried I’d be late to my interview and-”

“It’s quite alright Miss Mayanna, I actually came out here to keep an eye out for you. Let’s get that interview done, shall we?” A man with icy blue eyes smiled crookedly at her.

He pushed the front doors open, releasing a wave of cheap pizza smell, “Welcome to Freddy’s, Miss Mayanna.”