Aberration - Chapter 1

can i request hcs of glamrock freddy simping over their human co-worker??

thank you <3 (btw i love ur writing!!)

𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑

𝐓𝐖! 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐮. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝.

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭! <𝟑

♫ 𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 — 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐳

𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐘

( 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎: 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚍 )

you can’t recall when the sudden alter in freddy’s behavior occurred

the wagging of his short tail whenever you’re around, the way his ears elevate in surprise when you speak to him, the glitches in his voice after you tie his bow and adjust his hat

and even now, the way your hands trace over his arms and legs to make sure the animatronic is still in function is enough to make his entire system short-circuit

“you took quite the tumble on stage tonight, but there seems to be no bugs in your programming... do you have any idea what may have happened to you, freddy?” you…

that’s what happened: you

your heavenly voice in his earpiece, constructing the music and notifying your coworkers of any potential irregularities in the glamrock’s coding

how could anyone function properly whilst an angel overlooks their shoulder, whispering sweet nothings such as “speed up the metronome for chica” or “lower the volume of the backing tracks for monty”?

oh, you’re just too sweet~

you may not be able to recall the abrupt shift in his disposition, but freddy certainly can

before, everything was grey; every day was spent in chromatic colors as the robot mindlessly entertained guests without an ounce of conscious thought

and all it took was a bicker between him and monty that sent him spiraling off the catwalks to end up in parts and services, where he would then wake up to your adoring face

then, there was color

“there was a minor accident in gator golf that left you in severe conditions, so fazbear entertainment called me in to treat you. i hope that’s all alright with you, freddy?” yes, yes, it is more than ok

“how’s that brain working? any coding i need to patch up on?” all i can think about is you

“how about those new eyes, how are they treating you?” they’re perfect, you’re perfect

his eyes then glanced down to your chest, your golden name tag glistening beneath the bright surgical light above you

y/n…

what a beautiful name…

and just like that, life isn’t so dull for freddy anymore

the safety of the children, the wellbeing of his friends, his concerns for his state of mind, everything is put on a back-burner now that his circuits have been overwhelmed by you and your flamboyant self

and poor, sweet you, who just assumes the devoted initiatives of your favorite fazbear is all a part of his coded personality

because yeah, it’s totally programmed in freddy to memorize your eating habits and bring you a hot, fresh slice of pizza and a glass of his signature fizzy-faz during your breaks

it’s totally normal for an animatronic to insist on carrying you place-to-place, simply because the walk to parts and services is "far too long for a human to possibly endure"

it’s totally normal for him to carry you over his shoulder to his room like a sack of potatoes after vanessa was in the process of chewing you out for a glitch in roxanne’s ocular upgrade

and it’s completely normal for the golden boy of fazbear entertainment to beat roxanne wolf out of commission after an accident during your shift in parts and services

that mangy mutt had left you bed-ridden and away from freddy for a month, but now that you’ve returned, the 7-ft-tall teddy bear is always breathing down your neck whenever another glamrock breathes in your general direction

there’s definitely nothing weird about freddy's behavior! you’ve been doing your job flawlessly and keeping these animatronics (excluding poor roxy) in tip-top shape…… right?

well, apparently not, because now fazbear entertainment has called you into parts and services for the final time before you’re obliged to pack up your bags and leave pizzaplex forever

“listen, freddy…” yes, of course, i’m always listening to you

“ever since i’ve gotten this job, more and more anomalies seem to appear in your behavior. i’ve tried countless times to fix it, but it’s not enough” you are enough, you’ve given me more than i could ever ask for

“and after what happened to roxy, i just… i don’t think working with animatronics is really my forte” you couldn’t be more perfect for me, y/n, what is this leading to-?

“this is the last time we’ll see each other”

….. no.

that mere sentence leaving your mouth was enough to cause his mechanical heart to implode

freddy begins to hyperventilate, the screens within the parts and service cylinder erupting with a mess of binary codes and a large, flashing “error”

harsh-red alarms begin to blare as the dread unit warns you of the unexpected occurrence of freddy’s system overheating

the doors to the protective cylinder lock as freddy begins to twist and jerk in his surgical chair, the restraints added for your safety splitting with an ear-piercing rip!

you bang against the hazy window, shouting for all of your coworkers, the other glamrocks, hell, even for map-bot to save you from your fate

sharp claws then grasp around your form and pull you closer as you shriek and squirm, all before darkness envelops you

you've been huddled within the cramped walls of freddy’s chest cavity, uncomfortably embraced by the wires and sprockets of his endoskeleton as you try and fight against him

the ringing of the alarms, the voice of dread unit, and your own muffled screams simmer down to silence

all that is left and you and him, closer than ever before

“there’s no need to worry anymore, starlight, i’ll tell the others you packed up and left… you’re safe with me, forever…”

the media was right… fazbear entertainment has far too many skeletons in the closet.

edit: reader is not dead lol

why are seals so relatable

A comic to try and sort through some difficult feelings about being an artist and a reminder to not forget who you are.

hello ! Imagine bubba and Thomas preparing their chainsaw to attack and the new girl survivor is wearing this. Would they tunnel , face camp , or cry about it ? Lmao

Bonjourrrr hello I am alive I’m so sorry I have been really busy traveling for work.

But those pants look incredible. I didn’t even know they existed. Here’s how I imagine that would go!

The Cannibal | Bubba Sawyer & Chainsaw-Proof Girl

Word count: ~575

Warnings: none

Reaction: straight up sobs about it and finds her terrifying. Thinks she’s just invincible to his chainsaw.

This was a scary, dark, confusing new world-- but Bubba had a job to do.

Kill the outsiders. Kill them or they’ll hurt you. Kill them or they’ll hurt your family.

The dark entity whispered in his head, and although fear rattled his bones, Bubba obeyed. There was no enemy his dutiful chainsaw couldn’t handle. The world was terrifying, and he was all alone here, but Bubba will handle himself for as long as he needs to so he can one day come back home to his family again. But right now, he needs to protect them. Protect them from these awful dangerous outsiders.

A new outsider appeared today before him, at the wastelands of an automobile wreckage site. An autohaven, he believes it was called, a horrid wasteland of mangled metal with the reek of sharp iron and heavy dust in the air. This woman he found, Bubba had not seen her before, and upon discovering yet another outsider here that was threatening him and his family’s safety, a cold fear shot through his veins. It felt icy and numbing at first, until the panic quickly began to boil it, sweltering in his blood with every passing second he didn’t act on this new girl working on a generator in front of him.

There was no fear in her, no desperate flee from him. The heat in his veins simmered, steaming into his muscles with a horrible rush of energy, and with a terrified whine Bubba hastily drop started his chainsaw.

Upon hearing him rev, she stepped back off the generator, but instead of fleeing it appeared she braced.

Confusing, but Bubba charged anyways, wailing as he dashed forward, swiping the saw downwards to strike her legs and prevent an escape if she were to try and run.

However, as soon as the saw made contact, the gash in the fabric nearly derailed his chain, immediately stopping the engine when a clutter of stringy white fibers tangled into it.

The girl took a distancing step back, with a soft chuckle, as if she saw this coming. There was no blood from the gash, it had appeared his saw didn’t even make it through the fabric.

Anxiety seized him, and not thinking clearly, Bubba reached to pull the string back and rev again, despite seeing the damage that he knew would prevent the engine from starting. Surely enough, the chainsaw sputtered and neglected to flinch, the fibers lodged deep into the mechanical gears.

Hands trembling, Bubba blubbered in confusion, trying once more to pull the string again.

He heard another chuckle from her when it yet again sputtered and failed to start.

With his head darting up to look at her, the girl was oddly surprised to see such powerful fear and confusion clouding his big brown eyes, and instead of charging at her with his mallet, Bubba instead wailed out pitifully.

She nearly flinched when she heard the earthy thud of him dropping his saw to the floor, watching as he vainly attempted to reach for his hoistered mallet, but only to have his shaky hands immediately drop the weapon onto the floor as well.

Nearly sobbing, he buried his masked face in his two clammy hands, stumbling back as he cried. He was too confused, his chainsaw never failed like this. Bubba had no clue what to do, he had nothing to protect himself from this invincible outsider.

She broke his saw without even attacking.

The girl watched, completely baffled as he shrieked and blubbered, almost feeling bad as he stumbled away from her in fear.

And within moments, Bubba fled, turning to run in terror.

I've been feeling down lately and all I've been thinking about is getting a comforting hug from either of my husbands 🥺, sooooo I drew some slashers based on this meme 👀👀❤️

Michael is TRYING to not crush your head 🥰

you are playing with fire y/n 👀

Thomas gets all flustered when you hug him, he doesn't know what to do 💕💕 and he doesn't want to hurt you 🥺❤️

Bubba gets all excited when you hug him, he can't say no to a bear hug!! 🐻❤️

Jason doesn't understand what are you doing with your hands, but he's happy If you are happy 🥰🥰

The slashers accidently killing their s/o

Micheal Myers

Micheal snapped and his s/o was there at the wrong place at the worst time, Micheal doesn’t feel anything at first and would just stare down at his s/o’s body before leaving them there to be found, after the body had been found and a few days pass that when things really start to set in for him, he suddenly feels more empty then he was before and that somethings missing, well his s/o is obviously missing but he doesn’t see it that way, he sees it as his routine is being missing, his dinner is missing, his couch buddy is missing, more then just his s/o is missing and that’s when he snaps again realizing that he is the reason he lost all that and his s/o, after realizing that Micheal shifts into maximum overdrive when it comes to his aggression and his little murder side hustle, he truly become a shape of a human that everyone said he was when he takes out his s/o

Jason Voorhees

With Jason it was an accident, he didn’t outright go and kill his s/o but it was the traps that he set to keep the camp and his s/o safe that killed them, they most likely would have gotten stuck in one and weren’t lucky enough to get out themselves or Jason was just a tad bit too late to come and save them when he finds them he’s in shock, and he’s very much angry at himself, he blames himself more and more as each second goes by and he would form the illusion that his s/o Is still there like he did with Pamela, he would try to cope by making himself believe that they didn’t die and that they were still there and this would heal him a bit, but a tiny voice that sounds like his s/o’s at the back of his mind would tell him that it was his fault and that he is why they are gone would undo all his healing and reopen that wound over and over again and never let him properly cope or move on

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas would have accidentally got his s/p while he got his victim, a very sad two for one, a victim would have pulled his s/o against them and tried to use them as a bargaining chip and he would have sawed through his victim from the back and not realized that his s/o was much closer than he first thought. Seeing that and having to watch his s/o die in A very very painful way will absolutely destroy him. Watching his s/o die right in front of him sends him over and everything around him just goes fuzzy and all the sounds to him are just muffled yelling and noise, he would feel numb and just hold them as they die and their last words would go into his head and bounce around in there, and he’s going to stay in that state for a very long time even after they die, where he’s just on autopilot, he’ll eat less and less and he’ll stop feeling everything but grief, loneliness, and guilt every day after that

Brahms heelshire

Brahms killed his s/o during one of his Fits, this gone got really out of hand and he didn’t realize what he was doing, until rhe damage was already done and nothing could be done to undo or stop it, after realizing what happens brahms will lose a few brain cells and he will beg his s/o to stop bleeding, like they can just magically stop, he’ll start start apologize and cry and try to stop the bleeding himself but since he dosent really know what he’s doing he’ll end up casing more pain then there was before and then he’ll start to cry harder, once they are dead he will lay there next to their body for awhile hoping that they’ll just wake up and things will be normal, but once he realizes that they aren’t he’ll move the body outside and try to give his s/o a proper funeral, but he wouldn’t be able to deal with being the one to burry his s/o, so he’d be forced to stop in the middle of things because of how emotional he will get, brahms will finish eventually but he can’t cope with them dying and end up making a doll of his s/o and he’ll take over as nanny and just pretend that he’s taking care of his s/o until they are better and they can take care of him again

Bo Sinclair

Bo much like some of the slashers before him would end up killing his s/o on a fit of rage, an argument that had to much yelling, beer and him not listening, he would get physical with his s/o after many many beers and extra hard and long day filled with extra difficult victims, and something small that his s/o would say would send him over the edge, and lead him to not being able to control himself, he would end up taking it all out on his s/o, and leaving them there on the floor to die, but not realizing that he killed them he expected them to be fine and thought they would be able to get up so he’d leave them there and go to bed for the night and wake up feeling a bit guilty, so when he’d go down to apologize to them he’d find lester and Vincent In the kitchen, lester with a somber look and Vincent with a loon of fear, and by the facial expressions alone he’d know what happend and what fate he’d given his s/o and that’s when he’d leave and when he’s alone, and he knows he’s alone, he’d break down letting the consequences of his actions skin in and all the negative emotions that come with it in as well, he wouldn’t come back for a couple of days, worrying both lester and Vincent but when he does he’s taken to where his s/o now lays, he’d be relieved that they weren’t tossed into the road kill pit and that they were actually burried in the town properly, but he’d never be able to walk past their grave with his head up, he’d never be able to let go of things after that as well.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent wouldn’t be the out right cause of his s/o’s death, but him accidently slipping up and a victim getting away would do the job, the victim would mistake his s/o as someone who’s hostile and get them while they are off guard ending them in a quick enough way where it would have been almost impossible to stop, Vincent wouldn’t be able to continue chasing after the victim and would just pray that bo or lester caught them up ahead, he’d sit there with his s/o and let out muffled and painful sounding crys as he tried to comfort them as best as he could so they wouldn’t die alone, but he knows this and this hurts him more, he thinks that if he’d been a little more cautious he could have prevented this or that if maybe he’d just done something a little different he wouldn’t be sitting there watching his s/o die, but he didn’t and that knowledge eats him up from the inside out, he’d sit there with them until they passed and put them somewhere else that’s safe for a little bit while he gets things ready, he’d try to make his s/o Into a wax figure to preserve the memory of them but half way through he wouldn’t be able to continue and he’d have a break down right there, he’d end up finishing but he wouldn’t be able to put them out for everyone to see, he wouldn’t be able to live with them in the town, passing their statue would bring him an unbearable pain he wouldn’t be able to handle so he’d Settle for burying them in a respectful way, somewhere a bit away from the town where he knows his s/o will be safe, and where more victims wouldn’t be able to hurt them

Mark Hoffman

Marks choices are what killed his s/o, he has many things to worry about as an apprentice so when he was told he was going to be tested, he didn’t expect his s/o to be in the test, and he tried his best to save them, he really did, but it wasn’t enough, he tried to give more than he could but it wasn’t enough and he lost them because of that, and he believes that since he wasn’t careful enough and didn’t get them out before they were even in the spot to use in a test, that they died because of him and that their blood was on his hands, he wants able to comfort them and his s/o died scared, and that eats away at him. He’ll give his s/o the best funeral his money can get but after that, all his morales go out the window and he’s out for blood, looking to find the person who put them into being with and to start with them after marks s/o dies its a blood bath that no one can stop, they were all he had left

I always see the dog choking info on here, so here’s what to do if a kitty is choking

Save your kitties, we all know they eat everything anyway. 

http://www.wikihow.com/Save-a-Choking-Cat

http://www.wikihow.com/Perform-CPR-on-a-Cat

I don't know who I am...

Camilo Madrigal x reader

Warnings⚠️ some angst, sad Camilo, but don't worry it's fluff at the end 🧡

Camilo stared at himself, his hazel eyes darting across his face. His nose, his mouth, his hair, and yet he still couldn't see it. He couldn't see Camilo.

That scared him, it scared him that he changed so often, pretending to be others in his everyday life that he didn't even know who he was anymore... Who Camilo was.

The more he looked at himself the more he hated what he saw, but he couldn't figure out why. Did he not like his nose? Eyes? His height? He didn't have a small cute button nose like his sister, he didn't have big curious eyes like his brother, he wasn't strong and tall like Luisa, wasn't elegant and graceful like Isabella, he wasn't good at expressing like Maribel.... So what does he have?

Tears started to fill his eyes, his nose slightly scrunched, eyebrows tweaked up, and his bottom lip taken between his teeth to stop it from quivering.

He was always someone else, every day for everything... He shifted to be taller when helping around the house and doing chores, he shifted into his sister for seconds when eating, he even shifted when babysitting the children in the village, he was always someone else.

He was a copycat... A doppelganger... What's the use of getting a gift as special as you when you weren't special at all, just a copy of someone else.

Tears started to fall down his cheeks, falling faster and faster. He desperately tried to keep his breathing steady, vision going blurry as he tried not to blink, as he knew that would only make the tears fall faster and he was still hoping they would just go away. The more he stared into the mirror the more he had to fight the urge to smash it.

Copycat

Doppelganger

Copy

Shadow

Shifter

His shoulders began to shake, putting his head down, fingers tapping feverishly on his dresser telling himself not to cry, but it was fruitless and his whimpers and soft cries left him.

He fell to his knees head in his hands as he asked himself 'who is Camilo' over and over and

Over

And

Over

And

Over

Over

Over

Over

"Camilo?" Camilo's head shot up from his hands, oh no it was you his amor, he couldn't let you see him like this. He hastily turned away from you frantically wiping the tears from his face and eyes, but the more he wiped them away more came falling. His breath hurrying in frustration, only to stop when he felt your hand placed gently on his shoulder, he flinched hands shaking as he looked anywhere and everywhere but to you and your eyes, he couldn't look at you, he couldn't see your face of pity as you gazed down at him.

He could feel you kneel next to him and try to pull his shoulders to slowly turn him to face you, he took a deep shaky breath before turning to you giving you a broken smile, but as soon as the corners of his lips lifted he couldn't hold it and it dropped back into a quivering frown.

"ay, mi pobre amor" you whispered as you pulled him into you, you rubbed his shoulders as you helps him stand walking him towards his bed, getting him to lay down with you. You pulled him in and he snuggled into your neck, as you began to run your fingers through his thick curls. He let out a shaky hum of appreciation, closing his eyes. You kissed his forehead, pausing your hand running through his hair to brush some almost dried tears off his freckled cheeks giving him a small boop on his nose causing him to giggle.

"You are you, Camilo amor you are mi corazón, my one and only, my prankster with a heart and soul of gold. I see you, and I love you." You mumble the last part kissing his forehead, he smiled, a real smile. One that lit up your life every time you saw it without fail. You helped him turn over as you brought him impossibly closer to you, Camilo smiled he loved being the little spoon more they he let on.

And now he knows that even if he sometimes doesn't know who he is, he has you to remind him.

lil marshmallow

i just realized that tumblr allows multiple audio files in a row and they autoplay consecutively on mobile