◺ The old bear is fast asleep…◹
Ⅰ. Ghost/Missing Children OCs (Five Nights at Freddy’s)
Ⅱ. est. March 2015 (adult writer)
Ⅲ. flexible canon-divergent, multiverse-/crossover-friendly, etc.
Ⅳ. additionally asks and art
Ⅴ. detailed FNAF1-4 AU
◺ The old bear is fast asleep…◹
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the motherly chicken knelt down "guys dinner time!"
The children looked out from behind the tables in surprise.
“Dinner?” “But the food…” “You can eat?”
“…Can I have pop tarts?” he asked meekly and tilted his head.
chica nodded softly and put the pop tarts in the toaster smiling “just a couple minutes hun”
Derek nodded, then sat down, put his head down on the table, and lightly kicked his feet in the air, waiting.
Will sat down next to him with his drink.
chica tsked “feet off the table derek” she then put his poptarts infront of him
He listened, a bit reluctantly, but cheered up enough when he got the food.
Luke peered over the table at him and asked flatly, “Can I have some?”
“Ask f'r your own.”
“now now boys their’s enough for everyone ” she smiled at luke “course sugar what can this momma bird make you?”
Luke let his arms swing at his sides a little before answering, “Same thin’.”
she smiled then repeated the process before sliding lukes plate over
Luke grinned and picked up the plate.
Chelsea put it back on the table. “Eat here.”
“Somewhere, something’s hiding in the dark~” (pumaprison)
There was – though the building was dark, so there were plenty of places to hide.
One stood at the end of the hall – though halfway in the light – and narrowed its eyes at the motion and sound in the dark… or maybe that was just the animatronic’s weird way of blinking.
“‘Hello.’?” said what appeared to be Freddy with what sounded like a prerecorded voice clip.
Derek dropped the tough facade almost immediately. He shouted and tried to swing his arm into a wall.
“Don’t touch me! I’m sorry! I didn’t want to–”
Puma let go quickly, though it was difficult to say if it was from being slammed against the wall, Derek’s yell, or some other reason.
Regardless, he did let go and promptly shoved the bear further out of the back room before slamming the door shut, a lock clicking into place right after.
It took a moment for him to recover; the others sitting outside and staring helped. Still fumbling for some composure, he gestured at the door.
After some hesitation, “Bonnie” leaned in close to the door. “You’ll have to come out eventually,” he said unhelpfully.
Anonymous
the motherly chicken knelt down "guys dinner time!"
The children looked out from behind the tables in surprise.
“Dinner?” “But the food…” “You can eat?”
“…Can I have pop tarts?” he asked meekly and tilted his head.
chica nodded softly and put the pop tarts in the toaster smiling “just a couple minutes hun”
Derek nodded, then sat down, put his head down on the table, and lightly kicked his feet in the air, waiting.
Will sat down next to him with his drink.
chica tsked “feet off the table derek” she then put his poptarts infront of him
He listened, a bit reluctantly, but cheered up enough when he got the food.
Luke peered over the table at him and asked flatly, “Can I have some?”
“Ask f'r your own.”
“now now boys their’s enough for everyone ” she smiled at luke “course sugar what can this momma bird make you?”
Luke let his arms swing at his sides a little before answering, “Same thin’.”
Anonymous
the motherly chicken knelt down "guys dinner time!"
The children looked out from behind the tables in surprise.
“Dinner?” “But the food…” “You can eat?”
“…Can I have pop tarts?” he asked meekly and tilted his head.
chica nodded softly and put the pop tarts in the toaster smiling “just a couple minutes hun”
Derek nodded, then sat down, put his head down on the table, and lightly kicked his feet in the air, waiting.
Will sat down next to him with his drink.
chica tsked “feet off the table derek” she then put his poptarts infront of him
He listened, a bit reluctantly, but cheered up enough when he got the food.
Luke peered over the table at him and asked flatly, “Can I have some?”
“Ask f'r your own.”
Anonymous
the motherly chicken knelt down "guys dinner time!"
The children looked out from behind the tables in surprise.
“Dinner?” “But the food…” “You can eat?”
“…Can I have pop tarts?” he asked meekly and tilted his head.
chica nodded softly and put the pop tarts in the toaster smiling “just a couple minutes hun”
Derek nodded, then sat down, put his head down on the table, and lightly kicked his feet in the air, waiting.
Will sat down next to him with his drink.
//People keep posting about whether the role of Mike’s dad confirms that this Mike (Schmidt) isn’t an Afton, but I think it’s still possible he could be. William could’ve lost custody of his kids in a divorce and/or due to his criminal activity. This way, the movie is actually a little more interesting, because we’re discovering things about Mike’s former father at the same time as him (since, even if he was in his teens at the time, he was probably too young to remember/understand what was happening). It wouldn’t be nearly as dramatic when the audience discovers the unassuming William is a murderer/the murderer was actually Mike’s biological father if Mike was all “yeah i knew all that the whole time actually”
//Or Mike’s an android.
//I don’t have a horse in this race but I keep seeing posts about it so I’m tossing my hat into the ring. As someone in another fandom with (permanently) unreleased content, I don’t like it too much when people just assume X must be true when the material doesn’t even exist in the public eye. Anything can still happen!
//I keep seeing people analyzing the new trailer and I tooold youuu there’s a possibilityyy. :D
Anonymous
the motherly chicken knelt down "guys dinner time!"
The children looked out from behind the tables in surprise.
“Dinner?” “But the food…” “You can eat?”
“…Can I have pop tarts?” he asked meekly and tilted his head.
Anonymous
the motherly chicken knelt down "guys dinner time!"
The children looked out from behind the tables in surprise.
“Dinner?” “But the food…” “You can eat?”
Luke averted his eyes. “Oh. Uh-huh.”
Will walked back over, holding his wet hands in the air.
she patted wills head and held his hand leading him to the kitchen
Will followed with a content little look.
Derek followed from a bit of a distance – close enough to be noticeable but far enough to look like he wasn’t doing it on purpose. He was, in fact, doing it on purpose.
“so will sweetie what type of drink you want?” chica asked acting like a mother to him she had made mash potatoes and sausages for her spirit babies
Derek squinted over the plated food.
Will looked thoughtfully at the ceiling for a moment, then said, “Frui’ punch.”
she poured the juice for will “here you go honey ” chica smiles at derek “der do you want anything sweetheart?”
Derek kept his arms crossed and looked, aloof, at the wall with a small huff. Then, he softened slightly and looked back at her. “What is there?”
Anonymous
the motherly chicken knelt down "guys dinner time!"
The children looked out from behind the tables in surprise.
“Dinner?” “But the food…” “You can eat?”
Luke averted his eyes. “Oh. Uh-huh.”
Will walked back over, holding his wet hands in the air.
she patted wills head and held his hand leading him to the kitchen
Will followed with a content little look.
Derek followed from a bit of a distance – close enough to be noticeable but far enough to look like he wasn’t doing it on purpose. He was, in fact, doing it on purpose.
“so will sweetie what type of drink you want?” chica asked acting like a mother to him she had made mash potatoes and sausages for her spirit babies
Derek squinted over the plated food.
Will looked thoughtfully at the ceiling for a moment, then said, “Frui’ punch.”
Anonymous
the motherly chicken knelt down "guys dinner time!"
The children looked out from behind the tables in surprise.
“Dinner?” “But the food…” “You can eat?”
Luke averted his eyes. “Oh. Uh-huh.”
Will walked back over, holding his wet hands in the air.
she patted wills head and held his hand leading him to the kitchen
Will followed with a content little look.
Derek followed from a bit of a distance – close enough to be noticeable but far enough to look like he wasn’t doing it on purpose. He was, in fact, doing it on purpose.
Anonymous
the motherly chicken knelt down "guys dinner time!"
The children looked out from behind the tables in surprise.
“Dinner?” “But the food…” “You can eat?”
Luke averted his eyes. “Oh. Uh-huh.”
Will walked back over, holding his wet hands in the air.
Anonymous
the motherly chicken knelt down "guys dinner time!"
The children looked out from behind the tables in surprise.
“Dinner?” “But the food…” “You can eat?”
“huhh? oh oh no no its for you guys” she opened her arms “who wants a hug?”
They came closer to look at the set-up, mumbling quietly to each other.
Will was the one who wordlessly accepted the hug.
chica pecked wills forhead “now will luv go and wash your hands?”
Will nodded.
“Why’s it matter?” Luke sighed. “We can’t get sick ‘r anything.”
Anonymous
the motherly chicken knelt down "guys dinner time!"
The children looked out from behind the tables in surprise.
“Dinner?” “But the food…” “You can eat?”
“huhh? oh oh no no its for you guys” she opened her arms “who wants a hug?”
They came closer to look at the set-up, mumbling quietly to each other.
Will was the one who wordlessly accepted the hug.
Anonymous
A man in a labcoat and a beanie enters the restaurant with a flashlight in hand.
"Recording equipment... check... for the record of this audio file I have been sent to inspect a possible class-4 haunting at a point of Interest. I will attempt to determine if this place contains spectral entities and if so communicate with them" He says into a device before starting to explore the building.
It was extremely dark inside. Things disappeared into the shadows as if they were tangible, heavy fog, and the only vague hints of light came from the sparkly star streamers occasionally reflecting the windows when disturbed.
There was a stage at the opposite end of the room with only the titular bear mascot present, frozen in place, staring unseeingly at the door. The stage was too big for that one lonely robot – it almost looked small in comparison.
Distantly, something clicked.
They started to mumble again – “Guns?” “A gun…” – but didn’t object.
Chelsea managed to speak for them all with, “If you keep it… hidden and stuff, it’s fine. But this is… our business.”
//It was never my cup of tea, but there’s an episode of the cartoon Kick Buttowski where the titular character hires a baby Italian Godfather mob boss to deal with his bully of an older brother, which he ends up doing by annoying said older brother into submission by singing That Part of the Carmen Overture at him (with lyrics about brotherly love) on repeat for several days. That’s been burned into my skull despite only seeing it once, personally, so I’m surprised nobody has made an FNAF joke about this. Especially given that “brutal sibling infighting” is established lore.
Henry: hey will im starting to get concerned with how your kids are fighting :/ maybe you should step up and help them work it out before somebody gets hurt
William: not to worry! i know a solution that is perfectly normal fatherly behavior
William:
