#Chaos Feddy
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Ok so
you know that little gap in dress shoes… what if a tiny was under an unaware giant with dress shoes on in that gap… and they were tapping their foot.
CHAOS FEDDY
also are you feeling okay? You took a pretty long break, so if your not feeling okay then please, do whatever will make you better. We care about you, and don’t want you to be worked into oblivion
Oh my fruit, you are so sweet!
To be honest, I'm doing pretty good! I got a little busy I blame moving and slightly drained I blame moving but I cross my heart I am not working myself too much!
Did the...did the 200 some-odd things I've written make you worry...mostly teasing.
But I can promise, wonderful Chaos Feddy, I'm okay! Even better because I hijacked your request and made the most self-indulgent thing ever that I've been dying to write ^^
Seriously though, thank you for checking on me! That's absolutely made my day, my year, and I hope you're doing good as well!
Getting Underfoot
Warnings: Cursing, mentions of treating people as pests or lesser than
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Fritz is well aware of the term ‘getting underfoot’.
It’s hard not to be in a world where humans live among giants who stand over a hundred feet tall and therefore making the term a bit literal in a lot of cases.
It’s impossible when you’re a human working for an egotistical giant who’s the David Harrison.
Alongside ‘dumbass’, it’s a fairly common remark shot toward the redheaded employee. He will admit, David at least hasn’t actually allowed him to truly get underfoot. He might be a lowly human in his boss’ eyes, but he was hired to an originally giant only staff out of admiration and respect. Meaning if he gets too close to getting hurt from a careless mistake from his larger counterparts, they’re lectured on being more observant and careful.
No, it’s when Fritz makes a stupid decision despite the fact he could be fatally wounded by a single nudge from a finger does he get berated. Say what you want about the business man, but when it comes down to it, he’s fair on who he gets to belittle and why.
...most of the time. Scott isn’t wrong about the giant needing to be taken down a couple notches.
But this? This is taking it to another level.
“In here, please.”
Fritz backs further underneath the table as giants slowly file into the room. Completely unaware he’s inside it. Having been given clear instructions from the last pair of footsteps stepping in with the door closing behind him that the human was not supposed to be seen by any of them.
He’ll admit, he messed up.
David had made it crystal clear his only human employee wasn’t to be anywhere near the restaurant on days where meetings were held with those who made deals on party supplies, catering, everything. Fritz was specifically cut out of the schedule to ensure he wouldn’t so much as accidentally noticed.
“I don’t need certain pests ruining a deal for me.”
So Fritz didn’t question it and diligently ensured no meetings surprised any of them, even catching a few where he was still scheduled.
Did it hurt? Yes. Of course it did. His name is spoken highly of whenever David speaks about his business and employees, but just because he’s human he’ll never be allowed to accept the credit and praise personally.
He’ll live, though! Besides, he’s sure his boss has his reasons.
“Now to start-”
Fritz feels his heart skip a beat at the realization he’s trapped. Not just by the door being closed, but by multiple eyes that could’ve spotted him if he tried to leave, and by the dozens of shoes that can crush him sitting only a few feet away on either side.
He hears David’s voice. Knows that if he got the business man’s attention, he’d be kept safe from unaware kicks or shifts. Yet if he does that, he ruins everything.
As an unfamiliar shoe suddenly moves behind him as if to block his path, the redhead is quickly, though very carefully darting toward the booming voice capturing everyone’s attention.
The only pair of expensive dress shoes he trusts.
Fritz can picture what would happen if he was found. It doesn’t matter if he pleads his case about Scott having asked him for a favor. Or the fact the meeting started an hour early and if it followed the schedule, he wouldn’t have been in danger of getting spotted. Or that, for some reason, the usual room set up for meetings had apparently been changed so instead of ducking into an empty storage room, he landed himself right where he wasn’t supposed to.
He would be fired on the spot. The word ‘pest’ spit out instead of said in a way that claims it’s not truly being used to hurt him.
Despite his best attempts of getting through the maze of shoes safely, Fritz nearly screams as someone suddenly stomps close to where he is. Or he hears the sound of carpet moving behind him.
If he had just been a foot to the right, or been a little bit slower...
“I was really curious-”
Fritz leaps back just in time for someone sitting beside David changing positions for the fifth time. He trembles as he notes just how far he could’ve been kicked if he hadn’t taken note of the shoes constantly moving before.
You’re okay, you’re okay.
Fritz all but sprints for David as the ground trembles from giants simply moving, not taking a single chance now that he’s safe. Because the business man doesn’t move an inch when he’s working. Doesn’t move his feet a single inch every time the human has taken note and made a comment to Scott.
“I hope you know that’s your doing.”
Now that he’s here, safe...what does he do?
Climbing up would be the safest. David would grab him, put him into a pocket, and he won’t have to worry about shoes ever again. But that will lead to being lectured afterward, fired, and potentially getting seen by someone other than the business man.
But if he stays down here...
Fritz doesn’t think the next time he hears catastrophic movement. He dives for the miniscule space between the floor, and the ‘heel’ of David’s shoe. Afraid what would happen if someone manages to kick out so far it hits him. Or if someone attempts to get the giant’s attention and taps on his shoe with the human right there.
No. As terrifying as the thought is of being under someone’s shoe, this is safe. Ironically he’s safer than when he was dodging.
He just has to last an hour. And he’ll know when the giant standing over him is about to stand up in order to get a good distance, because no matter who it is, an unaware walking giant will always be dangerous.
“Explain it again, David?”
Fritz flinches as a shoe kicks out too close for his liking, the person constantly moving actually nudging David. He’ll admit a terrified smile spreads across his face when it’s immediately taken back, perfectly picturing the glare that would’ve made the almost frightened action.
As the voices continue to rumble above, the conversation noticeably veering away from business and more toward weekend plans, Fritz tenses when he notices David sigh out of boredom.
He expected the business man to suddenly stand up. He did not expect the shoe he’s hiding underneath to suddenly lift up before lying down again.
And it starts to tap.
Fritz feels himself become frozen in terror. Petrified because one mis-tap and there’s nothing he can do. He’s unable to scramble away because the space is so miniscule it’d be worse than staying absolutely still, keeping his limbs as close as possible, a whimper of fear escaping.
And just like that, it stops.
“Excuse me, gentlemen,” David begins. “I hate to interrupt, but if there aren’t anymore questions...”
Fritz waits for the tapping to start again. Watching the wall of leather with wide eyes to ensure he doesn’t miss it. Only vaguely aware of the sounds of the meeting ending as dozens of terrifying shoes exit out the door.
He waits for David to stand up.
“Fritz?”
The redhead flinches at his name. “I’m sorry, don’t-!”
“Calm down,” the giant murmurs, and it’s hard to him to panic about getting in trouble with the tone of concern laced in the booming voice. “You’re not in trouble. I just need to know if you’re hurt.”
“N-No.”
“Good. Now, where are you?”
“...under your shoe.”
“Under-”
It takes a moment, but David cuts himself off as the sentence resisters.
Fritz waits for the question. The comment on how he’s a complete dumbass thinking that was a good idea.
Instead, the shoe above him very carefully lifts, replaced with a hand scooping him up. One Fritz attempts to squirm away from but ends up snagged by fingers that effortlessly stop him. Turn into a fist so he’s held in front of confused hazel eyes.
“Why were you under my shoe?”
Fritz can’t stop his trembling. “I, I didn’t want to be seen, but everyone kept, kept kicking their feet, and you never move so it, it seemed like the safest spot!”
David doesn’t say anything for a moment. Looks over him before opening his hand for the redhead to curl into a ball.
A finger strokes his back as the giant stands up with a small huff. “Next time, get my attention, okay? Or at least warn me to I don’t tap my foot.”
...that can’t be right.
Fritz meets the raised eyebrow demanding confirmation his terms are understood and agreed to. “Thank you.”
“I’m lecturing you later on your dumbass decision.”
Lecture. Not firing. And at least he’s allowed to have time to recover from the ordeal before getting yelled at.
#made my day#thank you again for such a sweet message#I hope you enjoy the story!#...might add to it and make this a whole series#hope you have a great day!#Getting Underfoot#g/t#giant#tiny#answer#Chaos Feddy#BTE writing#cw#content warning
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ask game: 1 & 6 :)
-- feddy-fagbear
OHOHO I'VE BEEN SUMMONED TO DISCUSS THINGS.... Doing FNAF because it's your blog theme, and I'd like to get the chance to speak about FNAF!
1): this one was a hard choice as I don't interact with most of the community, my experience with the fandom is the 'early' fandom (2014 - 2017 era ish). But MANGLE. I have my own headcanon of them and everyone else is WRONG. Mangle is aro ace, Mangle is upset about being broken, BUT DOESN'T ANGST. MANGLE IS HAPPY WITH BEING SCRUNGLY. Sure canon it's: I don't like kids breaking me >:(
But like, I feel like they'd have a shit ton of confidence after being broken... If we're assuming this is the mascot character and not some soul possessing them (sos FNAF lore).
6): EXCLUDING PROSHIPS.... ((Disclaimer I'm not big in the FNAF community again, I don't interact very often)), but every time I interact with shipping I get the most bad vibes from Foxy x Mangle. Sure I do headcanon Mangle as aroace ((because it's correct/j)), but I don't like this ship's fandom because their bible—while iconic. IS WRONG. MANGLE SHOULDN'T BE FIXED!! MANGLE LIKES BEING CHAOS INCARNATE!!! MANGLE BITES KIDS.
The fans seem to like Mangle being fixed. While I can see it being compelling, I have my own personal reasons for disliking it. This isn't in the media, but like. I don't like a character being perceived as broken, sure Mangle is literally broken but. C'mon. Mangle is fine as is.
Sorry this got rambly- and again, my community knowledge being 2014 to 2018 😭
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Someone take chapter summaries from me now – I'm having far too much fun with those:
Did I write chapter about AKs and called it All the Ways To Be Wicked? Yes I did.
Anyway, Audrey and Ben endure royal photoshot which they both hate, Lonnie discovers her hero-complex and Celia and Feddie get surprise-adopted. Don't worry though, it's... mostly consentual?
Oh, and the person that reads Mal's hate mail? They decide that they're not paid enough for this. And they are right. (Please, don't hate them too much)
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Harriet, Uma, Dulcia Tremaine and Evie, pointing at the kids they've collected: „We are adopting them."
Harry, Anthony and Carlos: „Wait, we are?!"
Sammy Smee, who has given up at this point: „...Of course that we are. Just tell me what you need me to do, Captain."
Mal and Jay, wreaking havoc in the background: „Lol, have fun with that!"
AKA:
The Hook siblings are chaotic drama queens together for solid 3k words and I love it.
I also think that Evie might have had mild anxiety attack?
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Plot?
What plot?
There was supposed to be one?!
＊The author frantically scrambles throught their notes: A sheet of paper falls down from them. It has the word PIRATES!!! in increasingly bigger and more disshelved fonts writen all over it.＊
Wait, where did the plot go? I swear there was some!
Anyway.
Claudine. She's a delight. She finally gets rid of the emblems Mal and Jay left in her kitchen.
Harriet holds a discussion with Sammy, Harry and Uma. No one knows what they were supposed to be talking about. No one knows how CJ got there.
And Carlos? Carlos manages to bribe them all with ＊Shiny stuff!＊
...
Once again, the author attempts to hide their notes to this chapter, and once again, thy fail miserably. The sheet of paper is only marginally obscured, the word „CHAOS" written with glitter pen in its center. Other readable notes include: „Spray-painting," „That's not how death works!!" and „How the fuck did CJ get there?!"
...Yeah, that's the summary.
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Kit Freeman
Ooh, unexpected character for the win! I've been looking for excuses to talk about Kit, so thank you for this
How I feel about this character:
I love him, he has such an interesting power and story and there is just so much that could have been done with him if DC had just a little imagination.
All the people I ship romantically with this character:
Not big on shipping, but for the sake of this game, I'll say Eddie Bloomberg, I read a fic once that pretty much ripped my heart out.
My non-romantic OTP for this character:
His brother Feddy! Particularly the Freddy from the movie though. Why do we never get to see them together. The blend of cynicism and optimism with any of the Shazam kids would be so much fun.
My unpopular opinion about this character:
Wow, for me to have an unpopular opinion for him, there'd have to popular opinions, wouldn't there? Apparently some people think his Vertigo book was bad, but I loved it, was a little weird in places, but still one of my favourites.
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:
Would say I wished Calculator never got him, but that's something I wish hadn't happened. I wish we could get an acual storyline with him interacting with the Shazam kids. Said this above already, but there's just so much to explore there. All tha stuff with the Lords of Order and Chaos screwing Kit over while the Wizard Shazam is himself a lord of Order. How Kit and Freddy got seperated. Kit being a protective big bro to the kids while they try to protect him from the aforementioned Lords of Chaos and Order. So many good things.
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Blog Entry #4 and 5
Scott Valenti
5/2/21
Supernatural independent films and supernatural films in general are typically associated with the horror film genre. For something to be able to fall into this type theme, there needs to be a few things in the film. For starters the film needs to have supernatural elements to the film. This usually means that there is something that exists within the film that seems otherworldly that plays into the overall plot. This can occur in the form of a variety of ways such as a ghost haunting a house or an unknown creature that is stalking the characters in the film and picking them off one by one.
With this said, if I were to set up a film festival that was to include four different films that would have set up in order would be It Follows, V/H/S, Trick’rTreat, and A Nightmare On Elm Street. The first film It Follows came out in 2014 and is related to the theme in the sense that there is an unknown, shape shifting, entity that goes around trying to kill the main character and anyone who has it passed on to them with no way of stopping it. The second film V/H/S, is an anthology horror film that came out in 2012. The film consists of five different segments that are presented as found footage and they all connect to the main plot by the end of the film. The segments have stories that consist of demon possessions, unknown killers in the wood, aliens and few other otherworldly events.
The third film in the line-up, Trick’rTreat, is another anthology film that has several different stories that all occur on one halloween night. These consist of killer werewolves, a creepy unknown pumpkin head shaped creature that kills if it’s not given candy or if a jack o'lantern is blown out too early and a bus massacre that had the thought to be dead riders come and take revenge on the bus driver by the end of the film. The fourth and final film in the line-up, A Nightmare On Elm Street, is about a killer human, who becomes a demon-like creature in death who is able to enter and control people’s dreams and kill them from within them.
It Follows is an independent horror film that came out in 2014. The film revolves around the character Jaime or Jay as she is called in the film, who is a 19- year old college student who after sleeping with someone, is constantly followed by this shapeshifting entity that can turn into anyone that the individual has seen in their life. This entity has no known name but is a curse that if it gets the individual, it kills them. This curse moves at the pace of a human and can’t be stopped despite Jamie and her friends trying to do so. The only way to survive the curse is to pass it onto someone else by sleeping with them.
The curse can’t be seen by anyone who is not infected by it. The film creates terror as it sets in that since the curse can be anyone, there is no way of telling who Jamie and those infected can trust or who is next on the kill list. On top of this there is a sense of impending doom created from knowing that the only hope is for the curse to be passed onto so many people that it won’t reach them in their lifetime or you’d constantly have to be on the run for the rest of their life.
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V/H/S is an independent anthology horror film that came out in 2012. In this film it starts out with a group of punks who go around causing senseless violence until they stumble upon what looks like an abandoned house. In this house there is nothing but a bunch of VHS tapes and a dead looking guy in a chair. The people decide to play the VHS tapes in order to try and figure out what happened. Each tape consists of a different segment in the found footage genre that consist of demons, aliens, invisible killers in the woods, ect..
After each tape is played it shows one of the people inthe gang put the next tape in along with the guy in the chair in a different spot every time. In the end, all of the tapes are played and each other gang members are killed off one by one by the supposedly dead guy that was in the chair from before. According to the New York Times film review Gory Discoveries in a Video Collection, this low budget film manages to tell a variety of five different stories that range from genius to moronic at times and have them all revolve around this dead person’s house. The film manages to continue the found footage craze that was happening at the time and creates stories that for women may seem like chore to watch and potentially appealing to the group of men within the film. This leads to a satisfying ending that has the terrible people be killed (Catsoulis, 2012).
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Trick’rTreat is another anthology independent horror film that has several different stories being told that all revolve around one tragic halloween night. The stories within the film consist of someone being killed by a pumpkin shaped head creature with sack on its head for blowing out a jack o lantern before the night was over, a serial killer teaching his son to carve a pumpkin by using a little kids head, a group of werewolves killing someone to eat during the full moon, and a bus massacre that has the riders survive and take their revenge. The story all comes together by the end of the film after the bus driver from the massacre story was tormented by the pumpkinhead creature for not giving it candy, he is then greeted by the surviving kids from the incident who decide to kill him. This all happens as the pumpkin head like creature sits down looking over the chaos.
Trick’rTreat is another anthology independent horror film that has several different stories being told that all revolve around one tragic halloween night. The stories within the film consist of someone being killed by a pumpkin shaped head creature with sack on its head for blowing out a jack o lantern before the night was over, a serial killer teaching his son to carve a pumpkin by using a little kids head, a group of werewolves killing someone to eat during the full moon, and a bus massacre that has the riders survive and take their revenge. The story all comes together by the end of the film after the bus driver from the massacre story was tormented by the pumpkinhead creature for not giving it candy, he is then greeted by the surviving kids from the incident who decide to kill him. This all happens as the pumpkin head like creature sits down looking at the chaos ensuing.
According to the film review, How can a film this good be sitting on the shelf for so long?, the film Trick’rTreat is a film that manages to take several tails and intertwine them into one halloween night. The best part of the film is the incredible attention to detail when it comes to continuity. In every story there are some hints that are said that make them connected to the overall plot (Islandclaws, 2008).
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A Nightmare On Elm Street is an independent slasher film that was produced by New Line Cinema in 1984. This film follows main protagonist Nancy being stalked by a dead man named Freddy Krueger, who has the ability to enter and control other people’s dreams. Throughout the film as Nancy fights the urge to stay awake Freddy manages to torment her and other kids who live in her town. After seeing Freddy in their dreams several times, Freddy decides to kill them in their dreams, which kills the kids in real life. Nancy ends up being the last survivor and decides to fight back by setting up a trap for Freddy.
Nancy falls asleep and grabs Freddy in the dream world before waking up. This causes him to enter the real world, where he is vulnerable. After getting a beatdown by the traps that Nancy set up for Freddy, Nancy figures out that the only way that Freddy can exist is if people fear him. Nancy decides to not be afraid of Feddy anymore as he then disappears.
According to one of the first original film reviews SCREEN: 'NIGHTMARE' in 1984, A Nightmare on Elm Street the parents of the main protagonist Nacey are able to play the roles with seriousness. Child killer Freddy Krueger is able to successfully kill the kids in the film. Freddy seems to be a monster who loves to chase and torment Nacey throughout the film (Canby 1984).
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THE ANIMATRONICS MUST INTERACT WITH THINE TINIES!!! THEY MUST! FOR CHAAAAOOOOSSS!!!!
CHAOS FEDDY
They must!!!
Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of death. Mentions of murder.
It's a good day when there's chaos
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“I found Eggs, Fred!”
“Freddy, Bonnie,” was the immediate gentle reminder as the purple bunny gives a confused look. “You’ll scare Eggs to death thinking Funtime Freddy’s here.”
That earns him an eyeroll. “The fucker’s fine.”
“I’ll tell Mike!” suddenly pipes up from the paw being held protectively, Bonnie tensing before sending a fierce glare to seeming nothing.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me, bitch.”
“Alright,” Freddy snaps, gently shoving his friend toward the office. He breathes in relief after finally catching sight of the blond hair, hearing the voice and seeing the man unharmed two different things. “You can piss each other off after everyone’s no longer three inches tall.”
Because Golden thought it’d be a great idea to shrink the guards during a regular Friday night. And not while they’re all together in the main. Oh no, the sadistic asshole waited until everyone was in separate rooms doing things you shouldn’t do if you’re about to get shrunk.
Fritz had been in the kitchen and nearly drowned in the soapy water as he cleaned the dishes.
Mike had been carrying the tablet as he walked down the hallway and it was a miracle he wasn’t crushed by the falling object.
Freddy only just barely caught James in time after he hung from a shelf he climbed up to for five minutes until his grip finally gave out.
Of course, there’s always those Golden favors and ensures are out of harms way when he snaps his fingers to start an adventure.
Jeremy had been the only one at the table and was simply stranded on his seat until they figured out what happened.
Caleb had been napping in Mike’s chair in the office and hasn’t woken up once.
Scott-
Freddy slowly comes to a stop as he counts over who has been located. From Foxy snatching up David before he could disappear into the vents to Bonnie just now locating Eggs and needing to give the details.
Vincent didn’t join tonight. Which leaves Scott still missing.
“Freddy-”
“I know,” the bear responds, Chica giving him a look stating it’s a 50/50 chance for how that guard was treated. “I’ll check backstage.”
“I’ll check parts and service again!”
“No you don’t, it’s your turn to watch them!”
“Sure, give me the easy job. How hard can it- HOLY SHIT!”
“Foxy’s in charge!” is all Freddy calls as he quickly makes his way toward the stage, scanning the ground to spot any humans already so fragile ending up in his path.
What the hell was Golden thinking shrinking them? He might understand one or two to be teased endlessly by the others, but when all of them are, it leaves the animatronics acting as a safety net.
Animatronics who all stand just below seven feet tall. Who are experts at checking their strength when it comes to children who don’t even come up to their knees, but have never interacted with someone not even as tall as their fingers.
Not to mention, they’re notorious for-
Freddy stops in his tracks as the door to backstage begins to open, ear flicking because he knows he heard something.
“Scott, I know you’re in here.”
“L-L-Leave me alone,” has the bear wince. At the stutters that had disappeared years ago resurfacing. At the sound of sobs escaping. At the clear terror in the man’s voice.
“Scott-”
“I’ll, uh, I-I'll call him.”
Freddy nearly imitates a snarl as he snaps. Because that’s why they loath the man who treats them with the utmost respect. His clear friendship with a murderer who deserves death when he constantly attempts to deny the favoritism and loyalty.
The bear wants to spin on his heel before slamming the door shut behind him.
But that leaves the shrunken man alone in a room that has nothing but death surrounding him. With his best friend not coming because it was a threat to summon Vincent. Not a warning it was already done.
Freddy finally imitates a deep breath. “I’m here to help.”
“You’re here to k-k-kill me,” Scott’s voice wavers. “You want to. He wouldn’t...he wouldn’t e-even know. So just, uh, just take care of the others.”
The bear looks at the bottom corner ledge of the room’s counter where he’s pinpointed the voice. Produces a hollow sound of exasperation. Slowly walks forward before lying down to spot to trembling man with tears streaming down his face.
“I’m not going to kill you. Nor are any of the others.”
“I don’t t-trust you,” Scott murmurs.
Freddy hesitates. “What about Golden?”
That pulls the guard up short, bewilderment overshadowing his fear. “G-Golden?”
“If you trust Golden, then you trust he wouldn’t make you so vulnerable around us just to get you killed,” the bear explains softly. “He wants to scare you, teach you a lesson, but he wouldn’t give you up for one of us to just crush you without even a correct stuffing.”
A laugh bursts out of the man from the twisted humor of it all. And finally there’s a shaky nod.
Freddy doesn’t reach to sweep the trembling human up. Simply offers a paw that’s slowly climbed into.
True to his word, once Scott is situated, the bear stays mindful as he rises to his feet before carefully making his way back to the others.
“STOP GRABBING ME!”
“David, you’re tempting fate.”
“Then grab Eggs! He’s the issue!”
Freddy meets Scott’s look to silently confirm that, yes, this has been their entire night. A lot of guards wanting to ‘get away’, a lot of guards being poked and teased, and a lot of saving them from their own stupidity.
He’ll admit, his band has certainly been a little grabby, but David thrashing like an angry animal as Bonnie only shakes his head makes it seem like the business man had been attempting a risky move.
“Hey, Fred,” has both Eggs whirling around and Scott ducking down as Bonnie’s given a glare. “...what?”
“Freddy, mate,” Foxy reminds his companion.
“It’s not my fault Afton made more shitty replicas of us! We were fine with Fedrick and Bear!”
“Fredrick is Henry’s shitty replica,” Chica huffs.
“Afton doesn’t need to try and catch up to Henry.”
Freddy looks up at the ceiling. Counts to ten. “Bonnie, put David down, and keep your paws off.”
Bonnie pouts as he releases the human onto the desk, chuckling as David yelps from his sudden freedom causing him to fall over. But instead of continuing to berate the man, red eyes suddenly lock onto Freddy’s curled fingers, remembering why their leader disappeared.
He looks up as the bear shakes his head once, opting to simply watch as Scott is lowered to the chair Caleb, Fritz, and Jeremy have claimed. “He’s off limits.”
“What’s wrong with our phone guy?”
Scott doesn’t respond despite the whispered words closer to shouting than anything. He’s too focused on darting over to the guards forming a pile, latching onto Caleb as Fritz makes room for the newest addition.
Chica takes one look at the guard before gently pulling on Bonnie’s ear. “You know why.”
Mike’s poked in order to have their guard settle down after seeing Scott so panicked. It takes a moment, but finally it resets him enough to focus on the fact James is too close to the edge. At the very least, unlike David, the horror guard doesn’t deny he was being an idiot and accepts his fate getting tossed over a shoulder to be set somewhere safer.
“That was years ago,” Bonnie defends, his voice still kept hushed.
“You don’t forget that.”
“And you don’t forget we apologized. Because we hate him, not Scott.”
“Who?”
Eggs’ question goes unanswered. Not because Freddy doesn’t want to clarify for the blond. The same goes for Chica and Foxy. But they’re all too busy staring at Bonnie watching them with surprise before dread seeps in.
“You-”
“Not while I’m three inches tall,” Scott suddenly snaps. He doesn’t open his eyes from when he clenched them shut in the attempt to shut the world away. Frankly he doesn’t want to and see no one agreeing with Bonnie. “And not even when I’m in the r-room.”
“Need me to kick the fucker’s asses, Phone Guy?”
“Maybe later.”
“Can you avenge me?” David growls, gesturing toward the animatronics towering above them. “Foxy fucking hooked me and Bonnie’s somehow been worse than Eggs!”
Mike blinks at the business man. “Stop being a douche bag.”
Foxy snorts. “I think we grab somethin’ to put ‘em in.”
“I vote we call for back up,” Chica suggests.
“I think we’ve got it covered,” Bonnie shrugs.
Freddy looks over the chaos around him. Counts the humans just to check they aren’t forgetting anyone. “We'll just ensure to separate the trouble makers.”
“You mean Eggs.”
“I mean Eggs.”
#I hope this is enough chaos!#I had to stop myself for rewriting it all over again#but I agree we need more tinies vs. animtronics!#until then#we give them to Vincent#answer#Chaos Feddy#FNAF bois#g/t#giant#tiny#cw#content warning
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Can we have a child (or human) beat the ever loving crap out of a big animatronic and down an entire saltshaker’s worth of pure salt
This doesn’t have to be serious nor accepted I just need your version of unadulterated chaos
-chaos feddy
What's the saying? I failed successfully?
chaos feddy, I hope my offering appeases you. In my defense, I'm a very organized person, and I swear, there was no planning, or first drafts, or editing! I deserve half-credit!!
NOT MEANT FOR EVERYONE
Contant Warnings: Mentions of body horror. Mentions of murder. Off-screen death, alluding to a death scene. Cursing. Slight gore. Dark themes.
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It started with a phone call.
He didn’t know what to expect. Maybe his boss demanding he come in sooner to help clean the restaurant due to someone calling out sick. Maybe a ‘coworker’ chewing him out before realizing they’re yelling at the wrong person and promptly hang up without an apology.
“Schmidt, Freddy needs your help.”
Right, he’s Mike this time around. He almost forgot.
Well don’t leave poor Bonnie hanging.
...wait, that’s Bonnie on the other end?
It takes Mike a moment to process everything that’s happened in the span of 5 seconds. Starting with a phone call from Fazbear’s, apparently with an animatronic who’s been trying to kill him nightly on the other end, who’s never spoke a single word to him, now asking for his help.
“Who is this?”
He knows it’s the towering purple bunny. Because despite never having been spoken to and only subjected to blank stares as he twitches in the hopes of spooking Mike enough to get slopy, Ennard’s correct on placing the familiar voice.
But just because he has an endoskeleton inside him to help listen in on secret conversations between animatronics doesn’t mean he wants to reveal it.
“A certain someone who promises an easy night if you help Freddy.”
Ah, so they’re playing this game. “Can I at least know what I’m coming into Definitely Not My Boss?”
The line goes silent. And while Mike would like to imagine what’s happening, he’s a bit in the dark. Especially considering Ennard’s withholding crucial conversation.
You said you didn’t want to eavesdrop.
“I’m on my way.”
The voice definitely not belonging to the animatronic named Bonnie now you’re just being petty sputters. “Really? Uh, hurry then! See you soon!”
Mike quickly throws his uniform for the night shift on. Possibly a little worried about it currently being 9 o’clock. If his job has taught him anything, it’s that time flies.
He’s heard enough conversations between the animatronics about the whole ‘hunt down the night guard’ being just a game to them. A justified game he can’t bring himself to get upset over despite his life being on the line. But a game means rules, and he’s safe as long as he follows them.
If he looses track of time, hopefully Bonnie wasn’t lying having an easy night.
It takes ten minutes to get to the restaurant. And maybe he’s blowing his cover a bit hesitating at the door, afraid of throwing them open with the knowledge murderous animatronics are already free-roaming and well aware he was on his way. But despite the fact Ennard’s proven he’s not killable, it’s still not pleasant.
The first thing he’s aware of is Foxy wiping his eye with a hook as if he was crying, a small chuckle echoing through his voice box. The second is Bonnie trying his hardest not to allow a smile to slip. The third is Freddy looking distraught as he...dodges a little kid.
Mike needs the context.
”You’re doing good, Fred.”
“I thought you said you called the night guard!”
“I hope he’s taking his time, I’m kind of enjoying the show.”
“Too late, Schmidt’s here.”
Said man tenses as Foxy’s words register for all of them. Three sets of eyes focus on him, though Freddy immediately looks down as his attacker shouts a war cry, and Chica finally joins the scene by peering out of the hallway.
“Was starting to doubt you actually called him, Bonnie,” she smirks.
“I was hoping he didn’t,” Foxy grins as he watches the brown bear continue to hop around.
“We mean no harm,” Bonnie begins as his hands are raised in a sign of surrender. Mike pauses as it becomes clear he’s being addressed. The red eyes that always sent shivers down his spine finally holding something like respect rather an animosity. “As you can see, Freddy needs a little help.”
“Call his parents already!”
Mike finds a giant smile spreading across his face at the distress in Freddy’s voice. Toward the very person the bear has been trying to kill for about a month now. Unable to help himself because he never thought he’d see this side. At least, not as a night guard.
Focus, Mike.
Right, right. He’s got a job to do.
“LET HIM GO!”
The kid running around Freddy’s feet hadn’t stopped his lunges, swings, or kicks despite someone having walked through the door. The look on the boy’s face who can’t be more than 10 years old shows a level of dedication Mike wishes he had.
You haven’t forgotten the whole reason you’re here, have you?
“Alright, break it up. Can’t have Freddy in pieces.”
Mike looks more confident than he feels approaching the kid and animatronic. Because he’s putting himself within grabbing distance of someone who will happily shove him into a suit. Leave Ennard to slowly piece him together and restart completely from square one.
He knows how much the four adore kids. But who’s to say they won’t see him as a threat and simply shield the boy’s eyes as he’s taken care of. Cover his ears in the hopes it drowns out his pleading screams as he’s dragged backstage, his last moments recorded under Cam 5.
That’s definitely a way to tell just how terrified he’s been of finally getting caught.
They called you here. Bonnie promised no harm.
Mike glances toward the bunny. Remembers the snippets of conversation via telepathy by electronics. Knows the purple animatronic is a well-known asshole.
I’ll keep you safe.
Now that he can trust.
“Hey kiddo,” the man begins. He stops a few feet away from the duel, crouching down to be on the same level as the kid not pulling any punches with the way he nearly stumbles after every swing. It takes all of Mike’s self control not to flinch whenever Freddy steps out of the way, worried he might get crushed by the 1,000 plus pound animatronic. “What are you beating poor Fredbear over?”
Wrooooong name.
“He has my brother!” makes everything come to a screeching halt, and Mike is trapped in wide, dark green eyes filled with desperation.
And he’s no longer inside the restaurant afraid for his life.
He’s standing inside another location. Similar. Different animatronics standing on the stage.
An animatronic that’s malfunctioning. A tall figure rushing forward. To save-
You’re not there anymore.
Mike blinks, watches as the scene in front of him melts away, back in front of a little boy currently ranting.
“-and Jake is never wrong so Freddy has my brother, and I need to get him out!”
What did he miss?
”His friend is a Grade A asshole.”
“He is, but you can’t deny the logic behind it.”
“Freddy, maybe you should pick the poor kid up.”
“The lad needs Schmidt, not us.”
He’s still lost. Great.
...no? Ennard’s not going to help?
Are you surprised?
Nope.
“Okay, hold on,” Mike murmurs, his hands up in a motion for the kid to slow down, uncertain as tears threaten to fall as the small chest heaves in near hyperventilation.
...what does he do? It’s been a while since he’s interacted with children. And the last time he did it did not end well His proof is the fact there’s a sentient machine living inside him. The worst part is how snarky it is.
You enjoy it.
“So, Jake says the Fazbear ghost story deals with your brother?”
The boy hesitates. Fists clenching up before his head tilts. “G-Ghost story?”
“Oh yeah,” Mike continues. Glad he didn’t mess everything up taking a shot in the dark. “There was a rumor that started about spirits haunting the animatronics. Spooky, right? But I promise, that was from foreeeeever ago, before you were born.”
“Really? So it’s an old story?”
“Super old. I mean, look at me. I know it because I’m ancient.”
The kid giggles, the tears from before disappear as a giant smile spreads across his face. “You are old.”
“Hey!”
Mike rolls his eyes as he ruffles the tufts of blond hair, potentially silently hoping he doesn’t truly look over 25 years old. Some things he can’t control ever since Ennard became a part of his life, and that’s not looking like a walking corpse. He’ll just say some days are better than others. Thank something he works the night shift.
“I’m Mike by the way.”
“Daniel!”
The man smiles at the complete turn from needing to beat Freddy up, to happily holding a conversation with the only other seemingly human person. “Well met, Daniel. Now, important question, is Freddy out of time-out?”
The bear goes tense as the kid whirls around to size up the animatronic. “Do you promise to be nice to Mr. Night Guard?”
Mike feels like he’s missing something. A big something. Especially when blue eyes look over at him as ears flatten. “You have my word, Mr. Smith.”
”Nice to meet you, Mike!” a young man with strawberry hair smiles. Excited to have a ‘partner’ on the job. “Finally, I can get some sleep.”
...oh. Oh shit.
Mike-
No. No. Not right now. He just...he needs a moment.
“How about you wait with them while I call your parents, then?” Mike breathes. Unable to speak above a whisper. He doesn’t even get a confirmation from the boy or the animatronics before he’s all but sprinting for the office. Gasps for air as he holds onto the desk for all that it’s worth. Stares at the crossed out name on the sheet for who works the night shifts.
Fritz Smith having been ‘fired’ a while ago.
“That was why you didn’t want to tell me?”
We both know he’s-
“I swear if you use that bullshit excuse again, I’ll, I’ll...”
Mike looks up at the spinning fan. Grabs the cupcake sitting beside it and hurls it into the hallway. Doesn’t blink an eye as it causes the unlucky broom closet door to splinter on impact.
Out of all the kids, why did it have to be Fritz’s brother.
“Schmidt?”
“Bonnie, I’m about to turn you into scrap metal.”
The bunny takes a step back into the hallway to give him some space. “I’m sorry I didn’t warn you.”
Mike looks up in disbelief, not expecting an apology to come from the murderous animatronic who had wanted to kill his coworker. One that sounds genuine.
And this, this is why he despises his role in all of this. Because he knows why the taller man had gotten killed. He knows why he’s hunted down relentlessly every night for weeks on end. He understands, and he can’t bring himself to hate them for it.
But Fritz had a brother. Was clearly a good brother to the kid, because he’s been the only one who’s come searching for their lost family member.
Mike just wasn’t quick enough. He’s always two steps behind. And no matter what he does, he’ll never get ahead at this rate.
You know how to give him a second chance.
Because every Afton knows how to properly use remnant.
“I still really want to turn you into scrap metal.”
Bonnie gives him a look in the attempt to judge his mood. “I kind of doubt it, pipsqueak.”
Mike flips through the contact info under Smith, quickly reassuring the frantic parents that their son is safe. The animatronics are happy to take their normal places at his request, not protesting as he sits in the main room with Daniel as they wait. And when a car finally pulls into the parking lot, he’s happy to show the kid out to reunite with his family.
Then the man is walking down the hall. Sits in his chair. Glances once at the tablet once it strikes midnight.
His mind is far from surviving the night, though. He’s focused on what Fritz thinks of his suggestion.
He says do it.
#FNAF#please heed the content warnings!!!#thank you Chaos Feddy!#I do apologize if it's not as unadulterated as wanted#BUT#I hope you enjoy it ^^#I definitely did#it was tons of fun#answer#Chaos Feddy#BTE writing#cw#content warning
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I, CHAOS FEDDY, demand more Ghost Jeramy! I am hungry for MORE!
CHAOS FEDDY
To See And To Hear
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NOT FOR EVERYONE
Content Warnings: Cursing. Murder. Threatening to kill. Off-screen deaths. Implied death-scenes. The concept of someone who was killed living their after-life on Earth. Dark thoughts/themes.
Run Down: Fazbear Corporation has a dark past full of death and murder. On one hand, it'd be safe to assume at least one unrestful spirit would haunt their last resting place. On the other, if they knew the plans William Afton had in store, any reason to stay should immediately be replaced with moving on as soon as possible.
Oh, oh no...they're the Editor incarnate
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“Did you know there’s a ghost at the second location?”
David Harrison knows better than to listen to the ramblings of the blond mechanic who works at Afton’s Robotics. Because within the few months he’s been hired to completely turn around the current reputation for Fazbear Corporation, Eggs Benedict has proven to be no more than an excessive prankster who’s sole purpose is to piss him off.
“Is this just like your claim there’s a ghost at the first one?” the suited man growls. “The one that turned out to be wrong?”
Eggs only shrugs at the statement. “Did we really confirm?”
He watches a the tall business man rolls his eyes before completely ignoring his unwanted companion, too busy taking inventory of the main dining room to dive into the idea there is definitely a ghost at the other location. But he doesn’t mind!
Because through his due-diligence to accomplishing his self-proclaimed mission of figuring out what gets under the egotistical asshole’s skin, Eggs has learned two things about David.
1. The man doesn’t believe in ghosts.
2. The man definitely believes in ghosts.
It all started when Eggs heard that, after doing such a ‘stand up’ job as the owner of the newly built Fazbear Entertainment Center, I.E. the only that currently hasn’t had any deaths associated with it, David was told to check out the first location and make a plan on how to turn it from a disastrous hellhole into a thriving paradise.
So of course, as the wonderful amazing bestest coworker ever, Eggs just had to warn the person he cares deeply about there’s a ghost haunting the joint.
To be honest, Eggs has said there’s been one there for ages. No one listens to him, nor will they ever will. But hey! It’s a fun little thing to bring up and see what kind of reaction comes up.
Unsurprisingly, David didn’t believe him. Completely brushed the very heartfelt warning like a jerk. Eggs didn’t think too much about it after going to work at their sister location. Didn’t come by to mess with business man for a couple days.
But the second he had walked in the doors the first thing said to him was ‘there wasn’t a ghost’.
Now he’s been mastering the art of being a jackass for a couple years now. Believe him when he says the thought of ghosts are apparently one of the few things that make David concerned. Another one is anyone touching his coffee cache inside his office.
Take this with a grain of salt! Eggs can not confirm nor deny there is in fact another ghost and its currently haunting their second location. But, what’s super funny, is that there wasn’t a rumor about one until David was told to check it out.
So Eggs waits patiently, leaning against a table, checking over his nails.
“I was at the first location, dumbass,” David finally states. “And I’m sorry to say that there weren’t wailing in the halls, or a sudden cold spot. Unfortunately I forgot my EMF reader at home but I guarantee it wouldn’t have even beeped.”
When there’s no immediate comeback to his words, hazel eyes glance over to a very curious expression. “Shit, David. Did you research ghosts before you went over?”
“Mr. Harrison.” A beat. “No I didn’t!”
Eggs snorts. “Dude, cold spots are semi-common knowledge. But an EMF reader? You have to look up ‘ghost hunting’ specifically to know what that is.”
An innocent smile is all that’s made in response to the fierce glare. But before the conversation can continue, the restaurant doors open up.
The figure draped in purple walking in is met with two opposite reactions. Eggs immediately waving with a joyful look to say hello, and David straightening his tie as he steps behind a table.
“Vincent.”
Said man allows an amused smile to tug on his lips. “Naw, no ‘mutated grape’ today, David?”
David doesn’t dare take his eyes off amber ones silently begging for him to make a wrong move to piss him off. Give an excuse for the file being held to be replaced with a knife that would happily be plunged into his chest. Fulfill the promise of slitting his throat if dared call his ‘coworker’ the nickname again. “No.”
“You’re no fun.”
“Can’t we cut him some slack?” Eggs pipes up, not at all worried about a knife being turned on him. Because unlike David, he understands the whole need to threaten with violence. “I thought Mutated Grape was pretty creative.”
Could’ve gone with something as boring as Purple or Ponytail. They don’t know a lot about their mysterious coworker who shows up every now and then, always with something Afton has requested to be done. Can’t blame them for trying to tease!
Especially because it’s always fun to watch reactions when they use something like Mutated Grape around other people. As if most of the population don’t know of a man who’s only wardrobe is the older Fazbear uniform of a polo shirt and slacks colored a deep purple, his skin and long hair always tied back in a disheveled ponytail the exact same shade.
Eggs is looked at with the thoughtful expression. “Well you’re not worried I’m in the mood for stabbing whoever pushes my buttons.”
“Never! I’m an angel!”
Vincent rolls his eyes, but he opts to ignore the blond in favor of walking over to David, the business man immediately tensing up in fear the anger towards Eggs will be directed toward him instead.
The purple man stands on the opposite side of the table being used as a pathetic barrier, offering the file in his hand to David barely hiding his trembles. “Will says congratulations on your initiation on having an employee get killed at your restaurant!”
David pales, glancing down at the paperwork that greets him as he opens the folder.
Swallows thickly at the words ‘Congratulations!’ and a cheesy thumbs up sticker placed beside ‘Incident Report’.
"Right,” almost gets stuck in his throat at the reminder of his reputation taking a hit from this.
“Fuck, Harrison! Are you getting a ghost, too!”
“A ghost?” Vincent grins.
David scowls as he points toward the jackass with the folder in his hand. “Do not encourage him. He’s a dumbass and says shit just to get a rise out of me.”
“Who knows! I might just be telling the truth!”
“Please,” David begs as he turns toward the purple man content to watch and see where the conversation goes. “Tell him he was wrong about a ghost being at the first location, and tell him he’s an asshole for saying there’s one at the second one.”
Vincent turns toward Eggs at that, his gaze lingering on a table identical to the others before meeting bright blue eyes. “I’ve heard about the one at Freddy Fazbear’s. There’s one at Fazbear’s Pizzeria?”
“I’m going to my office.”
“Yes,” Eggs confirms, happy that someone’s listening to his wise words. Though it’s not even the person who needs to heed the warning! “They’re brand new, but you never know how powerful a ghost can be! Harrison could get attacked at any moment over there!”
“And who confirmed this ghost was there?”
Vincent sighs as the blond simply shrugs. But instead of telling the mechanic off for spreading rumors that very well might not be true, there’s no harm in what’s being said. It makes David all the more paranoid, and watching the business man jump is highly entertaining.
Besides, who is he to say anything.
“I’ll make sure he receives your message, Eggs.”
Vincent doesn’t see the blond glancing over the spot he had previously, already turning to follow David’s path to the office.
But Scott Cawthon does.
“Hey, can you see me?”
David growls as he spins around in a circle, swearing he just had his pen on him. It should’ve been right-
Oh. Apparently it was directly in front of his face.
...no need to stall.
The garish blue and yellow sticker shouting ‘Great Job!’ greets him on the second page of the report he needs to fill out, right above a small section that has already been typed up. And while it hadn’t been anyone’s fault, nothing but a freak accident, he feels a twinge of guilt at reading the victim to a fatal workplace incident was a sixteen year old kid.
Fritz Smith doesn’t know how he feels reading about his own death over the shoulder of his boss, the man having no idea the person he’s reporting for had helped place the pen currently being used in a visible spot.
Neither are unaware of Vincent watching a transparent redheaded boy shake his head before busying himself by filing away papers soundlessly as the office is methodically organized. He doesn’t attempt to get either of their attention, walking right back down the hallway in order to discuss the fact there might be a major problem with a ghost of his own.
“Hey-”
“Hey!”
Eggs grins as he’s given the best bitch-face ever. 10/10. Would like to earn it again. “What are you still doing here?”
“Uh, making sure Harrison isn’t ghost food.”
“He can’t see me, Vince.”
The purple man waves a hand toward the blond acting as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “It sounds like he’ll be fine. He survived Mikey’s restaurant, didn’t he?”
“What if that’s a Mike thing? Ghosts don’t do shit because he’s there?”
Vincent sets a hand on his waist, taking a deep breath before sighing. “I’ll bring it up with Will. Fair?”
“Fair!”
Eggs doesn’t make a comment about how he saw the other hand make an almost ‘come here’ motion with two curled fingers.
He’s walking out the door as Scott curses. “There’s two more?”
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3
#/lh#CHOAS FEDDY I want you to know I adore you#1. thank you!#2. this is a series I am going to continue#the Editor actually helped me out a bit in getting the story re-worked the way I wanted!#so a Small revamp of the ghost Jer#technically the original ghost Jer story? still 'canon'. however now it's just apart of an AU as a whole#I'm so excited ^^#I hope ya'll like it!#answer#CHOAS FEDDY#BTE writing#Ghost Jeremy AU#To See And To Hear#FNAF bois#cw#content warning#tw#trigger warning
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