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purpleghoul87 · 9 months

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I’m losing my mind

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onebighappyaftonfamily · 7 months

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HALLUCINOGENIC GAS MICHAEL AFTON FIC YIPPEE Chapter 1

No, no, no no no no no no no no no I’m so sorry I’m so sorry, Evan please- I can’t- I’m sorry- No nonononono-

A hand secures itself around his wrist, grip furious and bruising.

“I’m sorry about my son,” He hears someone say nearby, voice dark and low. An ambulance siren grows louder. He stares at his shoes. There’s blood on them.

Evan’s blood-

He doesn’t really remember what comes after that.

He tries to apologize. He doesn’t know if Evan can hear him. Father doesn’t let him stay in the hospital room for longer than a minute. He wants to scream. It’s not like he can make Evan any worse, he wants to say.

The heart monitor shrieks.

Maybe he was wrong.

Father drags him home. He doesn’t even look at Michael, but it’s for the best. Tears run down Michael’s face in a horrible parody of his younger brother. Michael stumbles to his room and throws himself facefirst down on his bed and cries.

He doesn't hear his bedroom door creak. He doesn’t hear the footsteps.

He feels the pinch against his neck, though, and when he tries to sit up something forces him back down.

“Wh-” He mumbles into the pillow, but everything goes black.

He wakes in a room he’s never seen before, on a bed he doesn’t recognize. A door on the left, a door on the right. A closet in the middle. He sits up.

“Hello?” He calls out. “Where am I?” He doesn’t remember anything since… since…

He gives himself a shake. He was in his bed, he recalls. He was crying. Then… nothing. Maybe he cried himself to sleep? But where was he now?

“How did it feel, Mikey?” a chirpy voice asks behind him, and Michael spins around to find a familiar yellow plush bear sitting on the bed.

“What?” He knows that Evan would claim his bear could talk, but Michael would just laugh and mock him, because stuffed animals can’t talk-

“How. Did. It. Feel.” The bear repeats, its high-pitched, cartoonish voice taking on a sharp edge. “How did it feel to kill your brother? My bestest friend?”

“It felt awful,” Michael’s voice teeters on the edges between incredulous and angry. He can’t believe that he’s having this conversation. It feels like a dream. “I didn’t know it would kill him.”

“Oh, Mikey!” The plush bear laughs. Its mouth doesn’t move, nothing about the bear is moving to suggest that it’s talking. Micheal picks the plush up to inspect it, but nearly drops it as the bear continues.

“I didn’t ask for you to say what you thought I wanted to hear, I asked for the truth!” It scolds. “How did it feel to have blood on your hands, Mikey?”

“I’m not lying!” he exclaims. The sound is definitely coming from the bear, somehow. He’d take it apart to investigate if he wasn’t so uncomfortable at the idea of destroying his younger brother’s most prized possession.

“Tsk tsk tsk,” the bear clicks its tongue, and for a moment the bear sounds like Father. “Come on, Mikey.”

“I did not enjoy killing my own brother,” Michael snarls, and sets the bear back down on the bed to create some distance between the two. “It was horrible. It was an accident.”

“This is a safe place, Mike,” the bear soothes. “You can tell me. It was incredible, wasn’t it? To feel the blood on your hands, to see the life drain out of him. To-”

“Stop.” Michael backs away in horror. If this is what the bear was saying to his brother, no wonder Evan had been so afraid of the animatronics.

“What’s wrong with you?” He demanded. “What kind of sick creature would enjoy killing people?”

The bear was dead silent. The quiet lingered as Michael waited for a response, an indication of something, but none came.

“Hello?”

“So that’s how it is,” The bear said in a cartoonishly sad voice. “I admit I was hoping for a different answer, Michael.” At his name, the bear’s silly voice dropped into a deep British voice that sent shivers of recognition down Michael’s spine.

“Father?” Michael squeaked. “What-?”

“It’s a shame,” The bear squeaked. Michael throws his hands around for a weapon, but his fingers only close around a pillow. He wields it threateningly anyway.

“What is going on?” He demands. “I heard my father! Father? What is going on?”

“What’re you talking about?” The bear giggles.

“I heard Father,” Michael repeats. He tries to address him. “Father, are you speaking through the bear?”

“No one’s speaking through me,” The stuffed animal keeps up its silly facade. “I’m speaking, silly!”

“No, I heard him.” Michael stands firm.

“Nuh-uh!” The plush replies, and the mere idea of his father saying ‘nuh-uh’ nearly crumbles Michael’s resolve.

“But…” He wavers.

“I’m your only friend here, Michael, even if you are a pretty disappointing guy!” The bear sighs dramatically, and Michael raises an eyebrow.

“You’re not my friend.”

“Oh, but I am!” The bear squeals in delight. “Who else is going to help you survive?”

“Survive?” Michael repeats, and one of the two doors behind him creaks.

He spins around to see a clawed hand slowly opening the door.

“What?” He gasps, eyes growing round.

“Better close the door, Mikey!” The bear laughs at him, but the instruction lurches Michael into action. Cringing at the fact that he’s approaching the clawed hand , he throws himself at the door and slams it shut. None of the twisted fingers get caught in the door, and Michael ponders at how the thing (whatever it was) had managed to get its hand out of the way in time.

“Look at the time!” The bear giggles. “Already midnight! You should’ve asked the right questions while you had the time, Mikey.”

“What? What does any of that mean?” Michael snapped, fumbling with the door handle. There’s no lock. Why is there no lock?

“Don’t be mean,” The bear scolds. “I hold all the answers, you know. You have to be nice if you want to learn the rules!”

“Rules? What rules?” Michael throws his back against the door and leans against it. The Thing on the other side wasn’t trying to force the door open, but he wasn’t taking any chances.

“The rules to the game. Rule number one, it starts at midnight!” The bear laughs childishly. “Why don’t you check the other door now?”

Michael turns to stare at the other door across the room. It was open a crack, and Michael can’t see past it. He swallows nervously.

“I…”

“And of course, you’ll need your flashlight!” The bear adds.

“What flashlight?” Michael casts his gaze around the room frantically and catches sight of a flashlight on the dresser by the bed. He leaves his post by the door and sprints for it, snatching up the flashlight and turning it on. He heads towards the other door.

He pauses. His grip on the flashlight trembles.

He swings the light up and through the crack in the door.

Yellow. Teeth. Glowing eyes. A bib.

He slams the door shut, then processes what he saw.

“Was that Chica?!” He shouts.

The bear laughs at him.

#fnaf 4 #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf michael afton #william afton #fnaf michael #five nights at freddys #michael afton #fnaf fanfic #fredbear plush #psychic friend fredbear #dittophobia #fnaf dittophobia #hallucinogenic gas

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martinsorbit · 8 months

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My friend watched a fnaf lore video so he could understand the timeline, and he said the most baffling concept to him from the video was the "Remnant". Does he know about the time traveling ball pit. Or the hallucinogenic gas. Does He Know.

#remnant is still a pretty wild concept to me but like #what do you mean time traveling ballpit #illusion disks???#HALLUCINOGENIC GAS???? WHAT???#martinsaysstuff #text #fnaf posting

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darklight-owl · 1 year

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Professor Layton games will present you with a story that's the most over-the-top ludicrous shit you've ever fucking heard in your life that no human being could possibly think for a second could ever be remotely feasable but execute it so damn well that it leaves you like this

#been a fan of this series since i was a tiny child and back then all the stories seemed perfectly normal lmao #the new game better have an incoherent plot #i'm here for the hallucinogenic gas and robot clone villiages and life sized underground replicas of London #professor layton #pl #owl's posts

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sulkastormz · 9 months

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I dropped off of FNAF a long time ago, and I know this point has been said many times, but man, what is with the sci-fi direction that series has been taking lately?

#talking.txt #fnaf #i am literally the last person to be talking about this as an ex-FNAF fan but MAN we really lost the plot lmfao #“an experiment chamber with hallucinogenic gas and robot mannequins” stop throwing words at me #i'm not saying this as a “fnaf fell off” thing and sci-fi crossed with horror can be done well!#that being said. some of the “”lore“” i feel like is becoming too damn much. but what do i know lmao

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puhpandas · 8 months

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I have been debating on sending this because I have like internet stage fright it’s horrible 💀

Anyway, either Gregory in past au or Evan in future or SOMETHING au, where Gregory finds out about William literally GASSING Evan up in his a OWN bedroom because of Evan acting weirdly/having some side effects. (dizziness, nausea, vomiting, blurred vision, sneezing and coughing, staggering, slow reflexes and sensitivity to light, drowsiness, mood swings, dependence, as well as more serious symptoms of unconsciousness and respiratory collapse leading to coma. Yes I looked this all up.) and Gregory being worried, telling Freddy and Freddy panicking (evan possibly passing out or just… being all drowsy.) and taking Evan to the doctor and the doctor being like “Bro this little guy has traces of fear toxin” or whatever it is “in his system??” And the entire fazbear family being UTTERLY horrified, Gregory sticking by Evan’s side to watch over him, and once they find out it’s william causing it??

I just needed to rant about this idea 💔 feel free to do whatever you want with it!

no because actually imagine being Gregory, and your friend is acting tired and drowsy and you dont know why and you're just worried about them, but when you take action to see what the cause is you find out it's literally hallucinogenic gas?? like that must be so upsetting (and knowing Gregory, hed want to fix the problem immediately and want to go give William a piece of his mind)

but like I'm imagining a scenario where the Fazbears actually get William in trouble for it and he gets investigated and they get to have Evan and Michael over for a while, Lizzie too if you want her to be (I hc that in survival/nobody dies aus she goes with her mom in the split), and it's just Evan recovering and Michael being like was I actually bullying my fear gassed brother for things that weren't real but actually were and is actually worse than what he was saying?

& its just Evan and Gregory already being family at this point and the Aftons minds reeling but they process it eventually and are able to heal with the Fazbears once they can actually adopt them

(I like this idea a lot so... might write something for it?)

#thanks for this anon i love this idea now #the hallucinogenic gas recovery isnt something i imagined making scenarios for in the fnaf story but hey #it could make a good fic so im for it #ill save this in case i wanna write something for it #save #prompt #prompts #gregory and evan #flashlight duo #fazbear family #afton family #evan and michael #fic idea #drugging mention #thoughts

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bitchthefuck1 · 1 year

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And is the portrayal of Inej's trauma in the room with us right now?

#oops still mad about this #the thing that bothers me the most about it in this newest season is that they literally shoehorned in the whole subplot with that #hallucinogenic gas so they could have characters literally show and explain their trauma and emotional complexity to the audience because #the writers are incapable of conveying any kind of complexity or nuance without literally telling it to you and instead of using that #incredibly lazy plot point to show us literally anything about Inej's trauma or family or anything about fleshing her out they use it for a #ship moment and to talk about Kaz's trauma. which is the exact same thing they do by killing heleen off screen and making it about Kaz's #beef with pekka #it's genuinely thee most offensive and rage inducing thing #anyways f*ck shadow and bone #sab #inej ghafa #six of crows #soc #shadow and bone season 2

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thatrandombystander · 5 months

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Remember in Professor Layton and the Curious Village when you get chased by a fucking killer ferris wheel?

#professor layton #if you haven't played these games. they're weirder than you think.#think like. ace attorney weirdness. in that sort of ballpark.#ramblings of a bystander #town of weirdos? no! robots.#immortal vampire? no! hallucinogenic gas.#time travel? no! facsimile future london built in an underground cavern and full of actors.

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aquamarineglow · 1 year

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Idea:

Katia is curious about her long lost grandfather, so she asks her father about him. This causes her family (and the rest of Dropstone) to sing We Don't Talk About Anton.

#mr. Anderson: while he was a good person the hallucinogenic gas slowly poisoned his mind so your grandmother had no choice but to leave #Sammy Thunder: Yow! He's totally a vampire that eats people! *shreds guitar*#professor layton #diabolical box #pandoras box #anton herzen #katia Anderson

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snakesinsocks2005 · 9 months

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Watching fnafblr blow up real time event

#hallucinogen gas chambers. wafers. and perhaps more #oh and also Sl taking place after fnaf 1. ew. ignoring that #snake hisses

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itsamepatches · 9 months

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me, not even trying to care about whatever is going on with FNAF's lore right now

#'william had a gas chamber with hallucinogenic in fnaf 4' 'burntrap isn't william it's mimic couldn't you see the hints?!?!'#'burntrap's body is from a teen'#good lord I just want Vanessa Vanny as an actual threat and Foxy back at least what is this silliness mate #I want Vanessa who carries around this digital pet form of William who can do absolutely nothing so he nags her #or he's tired and wants to go home idk #i'm only really here for the animatronic slash robot characters and maybe like three or four human characters #patches is talking

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aro-attorneys · 6 months

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Azran Legacy is my personal Game of Thrones

#seething. what the fuck are they doing #i knew abt some of these twists but they're all so random and unexpected #AND THAT SAYS SOMETHING BC IT'S A GODDAMN LAYTON GAME #THE fake town hallucinogenic gas franchise #it's not good y'all. it's bad even.#professor layton

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onebighappyaftonfamily · 8 months

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FNAF lore cannot stop screwing itself over huh

#this is fnaf baby shit anywhere <3 #fnaf #michael afton #fnaf ruin #fnaf sb ruin #the mimic #fnaf michael afton #fnaf mimic #fnaf michael #security breach ruin #fnaf ruin dlc #come here. i have a secret for you. psst. come here #----->#unreality #thats right i made this shit up #why? bc i am taking a hit of that hallucinogenic gas baybee. someone told me there was something mentally wrong with me #and i replied 'im unmedicated to that the flowers of creativity may flourish among the weeds'#and they replied 'see this is what I'm talking about. what is wrong with you'

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rookthorne · 2 years

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Not Without You | ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋʏ

Pairing; Stucky (40's) Word Count; 1.0k Warnings; hurt/comfort, flashbacks, pet names, use of gas as hallucinogenic, description of illness, doctors A/N; okay, so, I had to do a lot of research for this one. Arsine gas was something I wanted to replicate with my own twist.

WHUMPTOBER MASTERLIST

In a cruel twist of fate, Bucky is forced to relive a nightmare while awake, and alone - until Steve appears.

“Steve?”

Silence followed Bucky’s call and the weight of it landed in his chest like an anvil - solid, immovable, and haunting.

“Steve! Where are you?”

More silence, and with it, more weight in his chest.

“Goddammit, Steve!” Bucky growled, his boots thudded along the concrete floor of the hallway and his hands held his gun at the ready. “Where are you?”

“He’s not here,” a voice called and it chilled Bucky to the bone. What the hell? “He is long gone, Sergeant Barnes.”

No, you’re not here.

“You’re not real,” Bucky whispered weakly, his eyes casting around the room and through the shadows for the source he knew wasn’t there. “You’re not fuckin’ real, get away!”

The boom of his voice carried through the empty hallway and through to a cavernous room to his left - an all too familiar sight of a metal table with leather straps. Without a second thought, almost like a machine, Bucky stepped through the threshold and into a hell he visited nightly.

“Why- what is this?” Bucky whispered, his fearful gaze not leaving the singular table in the centre of the room. “I’m not- we’re not there, how am I seeing this?”

The putrid smell of garlic and sulphur assaulted his senses, causing a chain of reactions not unlike any he hadn’t already experienced before at the hands of Dr. Arnim Zola.

Bucky gagged and spluttered against the smell burning his sinuses and throat. “No, no, no,” he murmured, his feet carrying him to the door on the pure instinct of survival - he had to get out.

A figure appeared right in front of him, short, hunched, and just as vile as the monster in his dreams as this illusion. “You cannot run, Sergeant Barnes,” the figure called again, the sneer evident even though the voice played like a record in Bucky’s brain. “It is too late.”

“No!” Bucky yelled, a groan of pain leaving him at the sudden onslaught of a splitting pain in his skull. He pushed past the ‘figure’ of Arnim and leant against the doorframe. “No, it’s not!”

“Bucky?!” A distant voice cried, desperate and pleading. Steve. Bucky was powerless to call back, to alert him just how much he was hurting.

“It’s not real, it’s not real,” Bucky chanted quietly. A sharp stab of pain ripped through his middle and he winced, his hand automatically moving to hold his stomach where the pain was at its worst. “It’s not real.”

Bucky tried to take another step, desperate to just get out of this damn hellscape, but his knees buckled and he fell to the floor with a loud thud. His gun clattered to the floor beside him and out of reach - just as well, that was the only way for this agony to end, he was sure of it.

Loud footsteps echoed down the hallway and Bucky looked up just in time to see Steve appear around the corner.

“Ste-” Bucky’s shout was cut off by a pained groan and he fell onto his side, his breath came in laboured pants that made his head spin. The sleeves and front of his jacket had begun to turn dark with sweat.

The pain that bloomed in his stomach would not stop.

“Bucky! No!” Steve yelled over the sound of his footsteps. Bucky could see Steve land on his knees by his head before he felt Steve’s hands pushing at his arm and shoulder. “What happened?”

Before Bucky could even try to open his mouth and speak, Steve’s expression twisted into a disgusted grimace, and then one of horror. “We have to get outta here, now!”

“Go,” Bucky tried to say, but it only came out as a grunt against another wave of pain. It was a miracle that Steve understood him, and what he had inferred with his unheard plea.

“I’m not leaving you,” Steve rushed, his hands now pulled at Bucky’s side so he was positioned on his back. “I’m not going without you.”

The shout of pain that left Bucky when Steve lifted him tore through the silence like a blade, and only then did Bucky register the faint hiss coming from within the walls.

Gas.

They had rigged this damn base with gas.

“Hang on, Buck, hang on,” Steve said into Bucky’s lanky hair. Steve’s grip was tight around his now shivering body while Steve jogged around corners and sprinted down hallways. Bucky’s head lolled onto Steve’s shoulder limply, unable to fight the wave of darkness that blurred the edges of his vision. “Last time I wander off without you on a mission,” light threw Steve’s face into sharp relief, and Bucky realised they were finally at the exit. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I’m so sorry.”

Steve’s apology was the last thing he heard before he let the current take him.

It could have been hours, days even, when he woke up to the sound of coughing and the shuffle of paper by his head. The cot under him was hard and the blanket threadbare, but his chest was rising and falling with each breath - so, he couldn’t be dead, right?

His eyes slowly opened to reveal the green canvas sheet of a tent, and there was sunlight streaming in from somewhere - shadows danced along the fabric like dancers on a stage. Another cough came from above his head and Bucky strained his eyes upwards to see who it was, only to see a doctor.

The shift in his vision got the doctor’s attention and he smiled down at Bucky. “You’re safe, son.”

Without uttering another word, the doctor vanished from his field of vision, and Steve appeared.

“Hey,” his voice was so soft, so endearing, so Steve. “How’re you feeling?”

“Been better,” Bucky mumbled sleepily, grateful for the covertly placed hand at the side of his head. “Thank you, for gettin’ me outta there.”

Steve smiled softly and slowly brushed his thumb against Bucky’s stubble-dusted cheek. “Always, Buck,” he sighed and a glint of mischief glazed over his stormy blue eyes. “‘Till the end of the line, remember?”

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old-stoneface · 4 months

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this is one of the most unserious jobs ive ever worked man like. not only can i straight up steal every single shift without any worry of getting caught (even tho i do take some precautions), but i was just working in the same aisle as my boss and he started telling me abt the podcast hes listening to, which is about theoretical physics and alternate dimensions, and that turned into a conversation about first astral projection, and then hallucinogenic drugs, in which my boss named all the drugs he could think of and mansplained microdosing to me, and THEN told me he'd never actually done any hallucinogenics before (i havent either, i just know about them) but he said he probably could get some ketamine if he wanted. Okay

#im honestly not really interested in hallucinogenics like i already have a tough time with reality #plus i dont like losing control of my faculties which is why i stick to small edibles and i barely ever drink #but this was. an interesting conversation. i suppose #i dont believe too much in alternate dimension stuff but it sounds cool. im interested in shamanistic trances #so. thats sort of like that #sam.txt #the only other job ive ever felt like idgaf about it was goodwill but when i was made manager i Had to care #so this job is like kind of hilarious and also very chill #i just wish it wasnt an overnight shift 😭😭😭#i need to get a job at a gas station or something

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hearts401 · 9 months

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i already love messing w the micheal and evan duo but them doing the fear gas together is so funny

#i saw a video abt it #“TRYING THE HALLUCINOGENIC FEAR GAS WITH MY LITTLE BROTHER !! CRAZY SHIT HAPPENS !!” and its just them in an empty room freaking otu #i need to draw that helppp #“MICAHEL MICHAEL MICHAEL WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT” “FEAR GAS N WAFERS BABY”

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