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farceurcole · 6 months

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AHOY! There @dragonjesterwrites / @dragonjester259 / DJ !!! Yer secret skeleton is ‘er!

Your Pirate Day one-shot fic lead to this, twas a great uprising to behold!!! I Really liked yer writing!

Happy belated HALLOWEEN ARG, HEHEHE~!!!

Spooky Spoooooopy~ sun an y/n won, WOOOOOO! (Was it a fair fight?!)

I Think the mutiny turned in to a game of capture the foxy or something… poor foxy tho

Oh oh oh had a lotta fun drawing yer icon as a tattoo, an this was fun to draw, heh!

#dcah2023 #dca halloween #from DJ’s Pirate day oneshot #naptime attendant #daycare attendent #y/n #spoopy time #hehe!#Au belongs to @jesterdragonwrites/@jesterdragon259 #dca fnaf #moon #sun #silly pirate time #MUTINY! ARRRRRRG!!!#hehehe

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callisto8 · 6 months

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DCAH 2023 Secret Skeleton gift exchange!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN @i-may-be-anyone !! I’m your secret skeleton!

Have this illustration of Yun and Moon cuddling in the truck bed after a long day of halloween activities with Sun (In your annihilation AU!!). Trust me I REALLY wanted to add Trooper but I can’t draw dogs for the life of me

Im so sorry for the wait, your AUs are all so damn cool and I had so many ideas and sketches for all of them but I was running out of time and settled for your Annihilation AU. I’ve never drawn biblically accurate moon before so this was a very fun challenge and I hope it turned out alright.

#DCAH2023 #secret skeleton #annihilation au #fnaf dca #dca fandom #fnaf moon #fnaf sb #dca halloween #fnaf security breach #my own art

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smokbeast · 6 months

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HI HELLO HAPPY LATE HALLOWEEN I WAS YOUR SECRET SKELETON IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT @whipped-cheese

I really love your designs and had a bit overly ambitious idea to animate all of them and I didn’t realize life would take me on a rodeo BUT HERE IT BE I HOPE ITS OK;;

audio is from Noteblock’s remix of daycare theme also!

i also have gifs of the animations below! (Flashing warning for those who need it)

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crazybookcat · 6 months

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@sleepdeprivedtato I was your Secret Skeleton! Sorry for the long wait on this!

(Happy very late Halloween!!)

I didn’t know what to do so I just drew you with @melanirana ‘s bird boys!

#dcah2023 #dca halloween #fnaf moon #fnaf sun

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ronithesnail · 6 months

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Ayoooo i finally finished my dcah2023 piece! @lunarmoves i was your secret skeleton shdbdjbd hope you enjoy big spoopy mer-eclipse :3

(Click for quality i beg tumblr ruins colors 😭)

Reblogs > Likes

{closeups and stuff under cut}

#i swear i was going to give y/n some pants but I genuinely forgot to #just… pretend ok 😭😭😭#im so used to drawing characters with ass its literally my whole brand and now its my downfall #dcah2023 #dca halloween #secret skeleton #dca fandom #dca fanart #fnaf fanart #fnaf security breach #fnaf eclipse #mer eclipse #my art

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chaoticgouda · 6 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's, The Backrooms - Anonymous on /x/ Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's)/Reader Characters: Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's), Reader Additional Tags: Based on The Backrooms (Creepypasta), Mild Gore, Eye Trauma, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Horror, Fluff, Reader-Insert, First Aid Summary:

You could have sobbed with relief when you finally heard footsteps behind you, the familiar faint scrape of metal plating on the polished floor. Half-laughing, half-sobbing, you whipped around to face him.

Your smile froze on your lips.

Your heart stilled in your chest.

The form that stood hunched and hungry at the end of the corridor was NOT Sun, that much was certain.

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An emergency supply run takes you deep into the abandoned neon labyrinth of Level 33, the Dead Mall. Between the endless hallways and the lurking dangers, you can only hope that your wits and your animatronic ally will be enough to keep you alive.

What secrets will you uncover in this scavenged, skeletal shrine to capitalism?

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HAPPY BELATED HALLOWEEN @kitsvoidcorner!!! Hehehe, it was SO hard to keep this under wraps but I hope it was a nice surprise!! Enjoy, I had a blast writing this and I’d love to revist your Backrooms AU again some day!

#fnaf daycare attendant #daycare attendent #dcah2023 #dca halloween #fnaf sb #sun x reader

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spiced-ciderr · 6 months

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HI. @crees-a

HELLO. It’s me your dca secret skeleton. I am. Super duper late but we just had a death in the family so things have been WILD.

ANYWAYS. I saw you liked romantic stuff but I kept scrapping those ideas because it was just not writing right and I honestly didn’t have a very good plot idea to begin with buuuuut —

In spirit of Halloween (yes it’s still Halloween what do you mean it’s November 19th) i gift youuuuu A SPOOKY / MILDLY ANGSTY DCA ONE SHOT THING. it’s the best I could do at the moment so I do hope you like it. thank you for your patience!!!!!

(i also dropped a dca fic MASTERLIST for you because i wasn’t able to write a good romantic one shot 😭🫶))

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It had been so, so long since the daycare was open. After the incident almost a year ago

(Cameron Bryce, Age 8, sustained severe trauma to the base of the cranium, resulting in 4 emergency surgeries, a concussion so severe he wouldn’t wake up and parents filing a lawsuit against Fazbear Ent.)

it had been quiet. Too quiet. He missed the noise, as crazy as it seemed. He missed the footsteps, the echoes of his name being called out from the lips of the little ones he grew to care for so deeply. He missed the stares he’d get from parents during pickups or dropoffs, and he missed the subtle glares from passer-bys or employees that hated him for no other reason than to hate.

“Don’t hate, Sunny.” She’d said. Miss Ruby was nice. He liked her. Even if she didn’t like Moonie.

"No matter what you see, how angry you become, don't hate. Even if justified, hate only destroys. Doesn't bring justice. Won't fix what's wrong.” she’d told him.

“Hate'll destroy you. Eats away. Becomes part of you. Changes you. Eventually you become what you hate."

Sunny tried his hardest not to hate. He tried not to hate the coworkers that sent him to Part’s and Services. He tried not to hate when they’d strap him and Moon to that awful table. When they’d poke and prod at them, ignoring their pleas. When they’d administer those icky shocks that hurt and stung and burnburnburnburnBURNS- IT BURNS- until he couldn’t think anymore. Until he couldn’t move. Until Moonie came out. Sunny tried not to think of those times. He didn’t like hurting people, honest! He wasn’t a- a rulebreaker! No no no no no. Sunny followed the rules. Sunny was good.

But Sundrop missed it. He missed it all. Well, maybe not the torture-’We could definitely go without the shocks,’- but he missed it. He missed he daycare, he missed the children, he missed his job. He was CREATED for this, for heavens’ sake!

But he held out hope. ‘Soon.’ he thought. “Soonsoonsoon!! The kids’ll be back in NO TIME! I just know it!’

(Charlie Jo, Age 6, broken ribcage, punctured lung and severe hemorrhaging to the neck and surrounding areas)

“C-Clean up! Clean up, clean up, CLEAN UP!!” Sunny frantically ran back and forth throughout the daycare. Everything, EVERYTHING had to be perfect for when the kids came back!! And he’d make sure it would be.

‘Sun. Sunny. Stop. It’s already been a year. The daycare isn’t reopening.’ He pointedly ignored the deep voice echoing in the recesses of his mind. He hadn’t heard from his brother in sosososo long. But that’s okay! All that matters was the kids. The kids. ALL that matters is getting the daycare open again, all that matters is making sure the children are SAFE and SOUND! Naptime would be suspended, yesyes.

‘Methinks you talk too much.’

“Did I say that outloud?” Sunny asked the empty room. “Oopsie.”

‘You’re being ridiculous, Sun.’

“Am not!”

‘Are too.’

“Am not!!”

‘Are too!’

“UGH! You are such a MEANIE, Moon!!” Sunny spoke, exasperated. “You KNOW the daycare has to be in TIPPY-TOP SHAPE for the kiddos! Everything has to be super-duper clean and ready!” Sundrop justified, sanitizing the ballpit the fourth time that day.

It was always the same. Charge, clean, clean, charge, clean again, charge maybe, and clean all night.

The lights ALWAYS had to stay on. Never was there an exception. Even with nobody inhabiting the daycare except for the twins.

(Jamie Poisson. Age 9. Fractured skull. Severe spinal injuries. Cause of Death: blunt-force trauma to the head. Almost as if the child had been ḑ̴̦̰̠̭͚̪̦̺̺̻̝̬̺̳͐̆̓͆̓̈́̊̓̔͠r̸͉̤̻͓̈́̓͑͆̆̓̈́̽̈́͂̐͝o̴̟͇̾̌p̶̢̤͚͇͍̟͉͂̄̂̆͒͌̐̐͂̾͆̀͐͘̕p̸̨̼͕̠̦͍͙̥̗̈́̇ͅḙ̷̢̛̖͙͕̭̤͙͍̬̹̱̻͂́̀͒̂̿́̈́̒͑͗̔̈́͘d̵͖̗͍̩̹͈̰̠̟̂̌͂͗́͘ Large abominable gashes. M̴̢͖̰̙̫͇̬̙̜͖̼̬̓̾̎̾̊͑ȕ̶̢̪̠͙͙͗m̸̢̙͖̹̯͈̯̹͖̯̱̑͊͛́̀͒̆̄͛̈͐̿̕m̴̡̥͎̞̯̯̼̤̪͂̋ỳ̶̻̻͉͔̝̱̟̜̗͕̖̪?̵͖̩̥̹̞͒̉́̈́͐ ̶̧̧̤͕̫͎͚͗̄̈́̏͒̐̋͋͘ͅW̴̧̹̼̞̞͔͖͙̠̠͉̒̍͒̾̊͑͊̋̕̚ḧ̵̡̨̭̝̥̗̥̥̮̖̤͐̀̍ͅe̷̡̠̫̯̦̖͈͍̜̽̈́̏͂̇̅͌̃̕ṙ̶̤̒̊̑̀̏̏̊̒̂̚ȩ̵̨̧̧̱̺͈̰̞͖͉̫̙̌̔͛͌́̅̈̽̇̀͋͌͘ ̶̭̓͑̔͂̆͊̀̒̉͆̍́a̶̢̢̧͈̖̳̩͔̘̥̩͚̜̺̍͂̎͑̑̒̄̌ͅr̴̢̙̞͇̝̪̥̹̙̂͠ȅ̸͈͔̭̰̳̳̗̱̅̃͊̕͜ ̸̻̭͎̹͖͌̐̑͛̍̏̅̄̔̈̿͝͠y̶̡̛̤̮̞̮̪̝̦̹͎̦͝ͅồ̴̦͚͙̠̙̥̝͇̳̫͆̄͜ů̵͍̼̳͇̿̃̈̉̂́̃̿̈̆̽̋̚?̶̢̨͙͚͑̓͆̀̃̈́̂̀

Ṁ̸͖̲̰̱̩̫̤̭̖̫̪̀͐̀͐̒͆̎̿̅̕͝ŕ̸̜͙̓̃͋̐̐̍̒͒͗̕.̶̢̢̨̦͍̲̮̣̮̜̌̈́̆͆̀̅͜ͅ ̴̘̩͔͈̣̙̻̱̞̩͕̎͜͝M̸̞͌̋̾̆̃̒̎̈́̕͘o̸̧̨̬͙̫̞̥̱͍͓̤̍̚͜ơ̴̹̝̏͒͛̀͐͋͐̅͗̐̉͜͠n̶̨̝͚̝̥̠̘͔̖̪̭̩̣͉̿̓͒͐̐̉͘̚͜͝͝͝?̷̟̲͙̩̬̱̳̌̈́́͛͐̇ͅ ̶̱̠̞̈̊̈̆͊̐̑̌̓̓̈́͜Ẃ̶̛̳̉̐̽́͆̍͗̐̚-̵̨̺̠͔͔͖̬͕̩̙̦̻̘̏̌̈́͜͠͝͝ͅW̴͕̪̣̹̍́̚h̴̹͕̓̂͂͌̽̄a̸̠̓t̸̝̖̝̗̍̈́͘ ̴͍͚̩̳̹͉̲̂̓̈̇́̍͝͝a̶͓̯͔̟̪̜͓͕̰̖̜̠͔̿̇̾̊̒̈́̅̃̏́͜͠r̴̬͍̾͆̾̆̑͊͌͝e̶̛̹̦̹̰̜̝̰̮̐̊̊̑̊ ̴̣̙͖̹̮̭̦̌͊̓͂͗͗̀̈͑ͅy̷̧̩̤̫̫̤͙̮͎̪̥͍̮̯̐̀̐̓̅́͑̋̍͋͑̏͑̒͠ͅo̵̪̝̟̅͑̃ͅṳ̸̟̠̘̖͚́͋͑́̀̍́͊̈́ ̸̢̬̻̘̫̼̈́͐͆́d̸͙̖͕̩̦̓͋̎ͅo̵͚̤͈̪̗̐͊ͅį̵̲̘̝͈̜͈̗̎ņ̸̢̲̹͂̄̿̆̾̈́̀͆͝ģ̸̗̞̟̲̞̏̃́̀̃͗͆́͒?̸͖̭͉͚́͗͑͋̑͋̏̒ ̸͉̤̖͉̤͍̭͆̍͐͛Ơ̸͚̼̦̞̱͚̜͙̇̍̓͗̊̇̓̆͝u̴̱̪̦̅̽̂̅̆̂̑͆̌͜ç̸͍͍̘̬̦̬͍̙͚̝͔͂̒̊̌͂́͑̏̈́̈́̅̆̏̒̉͜h̴̛̛͓̝͗͑͆̅̉̑͑͐̀̅͋̈̚!̷̨̝̱̞̗͖͓͚̱̊̓͝ ̶̡̨̦̘̺̹̝̯͈̤̝̍͛͆̀̃͘̕ͅT̵̢̝͉̱̲̼̭̼͇̤̞̀̄̏̎̈́͐̌̿̐̈́͒̈́͐̚͝ḩ̵͍̩̺̪̜̿̉̍́ą̷̢̢͙̬̥̬̱͕͔̰̜̙̘̎t̶̛̰͍̜̝̞̖͍͖̞̂̌͂͆͆̀̈̎̔̂͘ͅ ̴̧͚̪̤͈͈͖͓͕̣̗̩̓̀́̈͂͐̑̓͛̂͛̒ͅh̵̗͉̹̞͍͍͙̱̖͒̈́̄͒͛̌̇̉͑̃̄̐̉͐̕ų̴̤͍̬̼̝̥̺͎̣͐͛̍̈̒͊̏͝ͅr̷̯̤̜͍̘̘̳̉͑͋̓̏̎͠ͅt̶̡̧̡̹͈̻͚̻̤͇͈͔̮̅͆͌̆̅̋̅͑͊̿̏̾s̷̡̛̺̜̤̰͓͉̙̼͋͂̍͐̎̈́̒̓̉͒̕̕-̴̮͂̑̍̏̉̈́̽̈́͑̇̚ ̴̙͠

‘..unny! ‘

‘..drop..!’

‘SUNNY!’

Sundrop’s voice box spurted, almost like a gasp. He flinched hard, landing backwards and onto the floor of their room. His fans whirred, rays spinning at unreasonable speeds. “Go away, goawaygoawaygoaway-” His voice box whined, not unlike a sob. The kids weren’t coming back. He knew that. But it hurt. It hurt too much. Sundrop pressed his knees to his chest, curling in on himself. ‘Sun. You’re okay, okay? Remember what Hedwig said?’ Moon spoke softly.

Sunny sniffed.

“N-Not to call her that?” Moon snickered. ‘No, the other thing.’

“Right. I-It’s okay to not feel okay sometimes.”

‘Exactly. Things will work out on their own, you dummy.’

“Hey! Name-calling isn’t allowed~!”

‘Dummy. Idiot. Nada intelligente.’

“I’m rubber, you’re glue! Everything you say bounces off me and sticks to you!” Sundrop rehearsed in a sing-song voice.

It was then he heard it; the ballpit! Someone was in the ballpit! Crawling to the balcony, Sun glanced over the edge to see- a kid! A Child!! A real life, super duper uber squishy new best friend! Finally, Sunny had a purpose again.

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“Rule breaker, rulebreaker! You are BANNED from the daycare!!” Sunny’s words rang in his mind. “Do..didja think I was too hard on him?” Sun murmured, sitting at one of the kiddie tables, crayon in hand as he doodled. Him, Moon, and Ģ̶͇͔̞͓̘̳̙̱͇̟͎̞̦̐̇̃̈̿̈́̃̆̚r̵̻̫̊̑̐̒̄̍͝͝͠͝é̶̳͈̭͔̼͌̓̈́̅̄̋̎͋̐͑̒̚͘g̸̹̟̻̫̙̠̯̑͑̏͌͊̒͠ơ̶̡̙͆͗̀̓̊̀̈́̍͘͜͜r̵̛̛̞̙̺̥̲̻̲̖̣̺̦͋̈́̈́̏̎͂y̵̡̗̦̮̰͖̣̬̥͉̐́͜ͅ,

‘I think that little Ṛ̴̢̟͔̹̣͚̙͈̻̪̳͖͒͌̾̅͛̿͝ͅU̶̡͔̯͛̃̾͑̀L̸̨̛̓̎͐Ę̷̫͉͚͂̑̌͐̈͌͝B̵̡̛̦̹͕͔̹̺͉̟͇̝͎̽́̓́͛̀͜R̴̡̛͎͕̟̭̼͙̣̮͍͖̊̂̾̋̏͜E̶͉̼̒͒̎̎̏͋̿̚̚Ą̷̛̣̪͙͙̖̱͙̟̩̦̟͕̉͗͒̓̽̓͑͜ͅḰ̶̩̮̣́̽̐̈́̓͐̋̽̈́̅̄͝E̴̢̨̮̦̞͚͉̤̱͚̤͊ͅR̸̛̫͕͕̆̀͂̀̐̏͝ got what he deserved.’

Sunny hummed in response, dropping the crayon. He was tired.

‘..I’m sorry Sun.’

“I know.”

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Moon sat on the edge of the balcony, kicking his feet gently. The power had gone out, Vanessa was dead--as was most of the other staff:--and for the first time in almost two years, he was virus free. His eyes shifted to the large wooden door across the daycare, which was currently ablaze. Flames licked the sides of the walls, climbing further and further up towards the ceiling as smoke billowed around them.

“Do- Do you think we’ll see them again? The children?”

“..glitter glue.” Moon responded.

“Wha…what?”

“Glitter glue. This-” he rasped, clawing at his faceplate as he laughed almost manically. “This- This situation is stickier than ģ̷͉͖̩̺͕̝̰̦̮̺̼̔̓́́̽̓̈́͗̓̂̎̽ͅ-̷̜̳̰̗̻̪̋̒̊̐̒͝g̶̢̨̲̩͌͂̂͑͊͊̈́̽͐̐̀͘̚-̶̹̜͕͖̪̤͖̜̰͖̞̦̒̂́͋́̏ģ̶̢̡̣̪͚͔̻̠̤̺̩́̊̒͊̈́ͅl̴̢̻̦̞̑̃̀͌̔́͝i̸̧̢̮̻̠̭̺͕̞͚͓̯̽̑͗̉̈́̈́̌͝ͅt̵̨̳̘̳͗̽̃͋́̅t̵͈͍̪̲͚̮̫̬̠͕͔̦͚̉̈́͊͐̓̐̓̉̎̑̚e̷̢̝͕͉̭͓̦̥̙̬͎̠̟͗̀̿̆̈́́̈̋̏̅͘͠ͅr̵͈̫͔̝̲͍̼̿̑̇̈́͊̿̚͠ ̶̨̧̡̛̺̯͈̦̩͈̠͈̣͕́͌͂̑̓̂ͅͅġ̶̭̥̙̳̥̱̖̅̍͑̾͋̓͑͘͠l̴̢͇̹̦̜̹̣̙̤̺̣̺̖̝̳̿̒̔͋̈̿̀̕͝ű̶͍̜͔̓́̆̀̏̎̐̀́̈́̂́͘ẻ̵̯̰̪̳̠̤͕͚̥͉̺̲̎ ̴̛̫͕̎̇͌́̈́͌̓͝/ “

“Are we going to die?”

“Death is a concept, Sunny.”

“I don’t want to die, Moonie.”

“...I know, Sun.” Moon’s gaze lifted to the ceiling as the play structures burned. ‘More like melting.’ he thought. Moon could almost feel the frown from his counterpart. It only added to the hilarity of this situation.

‘I don’t want to die.’ Sundrop repeated. Moon hugged himself tightly. “I don’t think we’re getting out of this one, Brother.” Moon murmured.

“I-I want to see them again. I want to see Jamie. And Cameron. And Kyle. And Charlie. And Morgan.” Sun whined. “I don’t want them to think we didn’t care about them. Oh no. NononononNONO-”

Moon winced. “Sundrop. Calm down.” He weakly protested. “They loved us. They knew we loved them. They- They didn’t..They didn’t wake up while ş̶̧̛̫͉̬̃͒͛͆́̀̋̔́̍͠͝͝ḫ̸̡̧͚̠̦͕̩͙̕e̵̺̬͈͒̋̕͠ had her way.”

“Do you think they hurt?”

“Sunny, please. I don’t- I dont wanna talk about this.”

‘...’

‘I miss you.’

The tip of his hat caught the flames, carefully making their way up the fur. The brightness triggered them to shift, Sun now taking the place where Moon once was. His hand shakily reached up to their softening faceplate. “Heh. G-Guess they should have made us out of metal instead.” He spoke.

“I miss you too.”

“I-It used to be different. Do you remember, Moonie? Do ya, do ya?”

“Vaguely. I know things used to be..different. Before.”

Sunny’s rays dripped, melting plastic dripdripDRIPing down his face. He couldn’t see anymore, but he knew it was bright. And hot.

“They-They told us, they promised us they’d come back! It- IT’LL BE OKAY! It’s gonna be so so so super duper AWESOME! Moonie! We’re- We’re gonna- We’re gonna see the kids again- I-” his voice box broke off, as his arms wrapped around himself. His once brilliant crimson outfit was engulfed in flames, slowly dispersing from his form. “I..I don’t want to go.” Sunny’s voice broke, falling into a strangled sob.

“I love you, Sunny. I’m so so sorry. For everything.”

“D-Don’t b-b-be s-s-silly! S-s-s-silly s-silly Mooo̵̧̭͈͕̹͈̮͛̔̔̎̀̃̄̽͑̂͂͒͑ö̵̙̬̆̈͂̈́̀̍͐̚͘̚͠͠͝n̴̥̘̈́̽̓̈́̎̂̓̓̓͋̀́̕̚͝d̷̼̠̻̟̫̤̠̳̳̞̀̔̀̌̓̇̍́̿͛̄͐̕͠r̷̨͕̦͕̦̬̰̪̤̞̍̓̽͋́͗́̓̈́̊̒̈́͑͠ò̸̥̙̤̗͉̭̬̄͆̈́͂̎̀̐̆͠͠ͅp̴̛̙̠̜̬̬̠͍̪̰̯̲͒́̍͗͒̉́̓́̈́̚.̶̢̙̚ ̸̝̳̮͕͆͂̅̅͆̈́͗̈́̏͘̕͘͝͝Y̵̰͇̰͔̭͆͋̎̄̒̊̆͑̅̉̊̚͘͜o̶̰̝̯̻̖̓͛̆̀͐̐͠ŭ̶̧̻͇̬̳͈̩͉̹̮͕͍̽ ̵̛̖̦̺̺̙̱̬̻̂̀͌̑̌̔̐͐k̵̢̡̨̧̢̛͎̙̜͎̫̻̬͇̜̖̂̔͂̓̔n̵̡̖̣͎̬̱̠̹͇̯̩̞̜͔̾͂̾̓́̾ǫ̷̟͎̻̰̱͂̊̾̿̎͂͋̓̀̍̊̈́̚̕͝ͅw̶̨̧̳̦̹̝͇̗̼͐́̾̏̏̏̎́̋͘ ̵͕̙̹͝I̵̧̨̛̦͓̻̳̗͈͉͔̮̾͆̆͆̚͠ͅͅ ̸̡̧̡̨̭͖̞̩̩̦͙̋͊̇̀̚̕ͅn̵̪̓̇̀̍̄̊e̸̙̿̅̈́̑͋̍͒̓͒̄͂͠͝v̴̢̮̜̠͎̣̱̦̲̱̠̭̣͂̓͊̆̔̈̈́̓̿͝ề̵̖̻͎̩̩̳̥̭͎͎̖́͋̔̇̓̀̇́̒͒͘͜͝r̶̢̞̘̥̣̘͉͍̣̎̋̌̾͜ ̷̜͉̙̠̥̮͓̮̫̭͈̞̜̟͉͐͐͊̈́͠ḇ̷͓͇̯͕̭͈͖̲̜̒̀́̽̿͑͆̄̐̎͌̀́̕͝l̷̥̻͇̪̠̹̱̤̙̈͆̌̈́͌̑̈́̀̎̀͝a̷̯̝͎̻̟̦̯͎͉̓̈́́̌̂̅͊͛́̊̇̌̓͂m̶̰̠̹̘͓̿͛̇̔͂̓͘ę̴̖̟̹̾́̈̉̍̈̀d̸̢̢̢̻̠͖̖͎̖̭̫̆̈̈́̓̍̃̑͆͐͂̓͘̕̕͜͝ ̶̨̛͛̓͆̎̀͗͌̋̚ȳ̴̲̹̟̲̀̐̀̓͊̎͜ͅo̴̢͔̟̳̲̝̩͉̻̘̺͕͚͋ụ̸͓͆̑͜.̷̧̡̨̢̝͉̭̻̠͈̗̗̆̾̑̏̾̀̌͐̈́̚̕͠ͅ”

“I’m sorry.”

“D-D-Don’t Apologiiiiiiiiiii-”

Sundrop and Moondrop never liked the quiet. But now, it was deafening.

It was silent.

The pizzaplex blazed, billowing smoke and all those within were taken by the insatiable hunger of the flames.

The Daycare burned.

The Children Burned.

The Daycare Attendant burned, and alongside him the Naptime Attendant burned.

‘I don’t wanna go.’

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((((BONUS CONTENT: MY ORIGINAL IDEA LOL)))

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1DHC1lawx9Ke6tzBq1CK_sVcsNTUlk10-LCxRMhcCnf0/edit

#dcah2023 #dca halloween #LATE GIFT #IM SORRY #I TRIED #WAAA #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun and moon #fnaf security breach #fnaf sun #moondrop #fnaf au #fnaf art #sundrop #fanfiction

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lets-zofifi-stuff · 8 months

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I wish I could make a halloween fic but I have no idea about what

hmmmm

something something

reader is a shapeshifting criptid mascardig as a human

like reversed "criptid sightings"

i saw that idea on dca prompts

#zofifi's post #au idea #zofifi's writing #dca halloween

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deyisacherry · 7 months

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Moon is very very excited for Halloween!

That's his type of fun, after all!

isn't he the cutest

#daycare attendant fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf moon #moondrop #moon fnaf #fnaf moondrop #daycare attendant #daycare attendant moon #dca moon #fnaf sb moon #moon x y/n #moondrop x y/n #halloween #spooky month

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pointyfruit · 3 months

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What are those shadowy figures on the far side of the field you ask?? Whyy pumpkins of course! Just uhh.. don't look at them for too long..

We should get going-

Here it is without the background and extra stuff.

Jack o' Moon beloved

#I wanted to give Jack o' Moon something fancy to wear #in his own style #dca fandom #the daycare attendant #fnaf #fnaf help wanted 2 #help wanted 2 #fnaf hw2 #jack o moon #dca #character design #fashion #spooky #pumpkin #Halloween #fnaf daycare attendant #daycare attendant #art #dca fanart

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sun-e-chips · 7 months

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My entree for the DCA Halloween writing contest on the DCAH2023 discord server

We were challenging to write under 1,000 words I think mine was exactly 1,000 haha.

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It is … a small room.

I can’t really complain, compared to the local hotels and inns this Bed and Breakfast was by far the most reasonable.

The room even reminded me of a 1930’s haunted study. Every inch of the wall had Victorian furniture against it except for the space left empty for the window which overlooked the gravel parking lot.

It felt spooky in a comforting kind of way.

Setting my suitcase on the nightstand so I wouldn’t have to keep stepping over it, I began unpacking my supplies. After I laid out everything in a tired but organized manner I felt very satisfied with my preparedness for the ghost hunting this weekend.

By no means am I a professional, in fact I’m a straight up amateur. But this seasoned gig has turned into a rather fun hobby and excuse to visit some ghostly sites this time of year.

…

That night, I dreamed that there was a tapping against my window, when I got up to look closer at my visitor all I could make out was a faint shadow on the glass.

When I awoke I deduced that it was of course the rain that had passed through earlier this morning as I could still see the fresh droplets clinging against the window.

Nevertheless my night was perfectly ordinary and I had slept well enough.

My day was also fairly ordinary, I got dressed, checked out the local shops, and meandered around town until it came close to sunset. Then It took all of me to not run back to the Bed and Breakfast, where I grabbed my things and caught a trolley that would take me to what is now the resting place of Freddy’s Arcade and Daycare!

I’m coming along with a tour group tonight but tomorrow I made sure that I would get the place all to myself!

Thankfully the owner had no problem opening up the building for another day.

As long as I pay the overnight fee and check in with the watch-woman when I leave I’ll be in nobody's way.

“This rotten place doesn’t see many visitors” he said,

“For legal reasons we have to keep most of the original arcades and animatronics boxed and locked away. That’s why it’s functioning more as a warehouse than a haunted attraction.”

My group was a fairly pleasant one, though we didn’t catch much evidence or experience any anomalies. We had fun nonetheless.

The most memorable of our group, I think her name was Cerys, had experienced a paranormal encounter herself here last fall.

“It was just down that hallway by the storage doors that I felt a tug at my collar that thankfully released when my friends called back to me. Only lasted a second or two but it was undeniable and sent a violent shiver up my spine”

“Do you think the ghost was trying to reach out to you in private?”

“Maybe, but since then I try not to stray too far from the crowd here. If the ghost wishes to have an audience of one I rather not be the lucky volunteer”

I retired that night in hopes that tomorrow’s solo investigation would be more fruitful.

…

Now that I’m standing inside the arcade alone I can see why tourist numbers have dwindled. Without the clutter of games and other mechanical entertainment the rooms feel rather barren and lifeless. I make my way across the hallway to the daycare and don’t give much thought to the one or two ajar doors that centered the gallery.

The daycare also appears relatively bare, all that stands is a rusted play structure that probably doesn’t have long till it too is locked and stored away.

I managed to find a clean spot to sit and begin throwing out some questions into the dark void.

“Is there anyone here who would like to reach out to me”

“…”

“I have a few tools here that can help you to communicate with me, a spirit box, EMF reader, flashlight..”

(creak)

“Oh you can also answer my questions with taps, one tap for yes and two taps for no. would you prefer that”

“…”

“I’ll be staying in here for the night. Is that ok with you?”

(faint shuffling)

“Do you remember who you are?”

(creak)

“Do you like having visitors?”

“…”

“Are you human?”

(creak creak)

“Are you able to leave this place?”

(crea-)

An alarm in the building trips, scares the crap out of me and my visitation is cut short, damn.

I caught the watch-woman on my way out and she confirmed that the building will be closed off to evaluate the cause of the alarm. Great.

To bed it is.

Well that was clearly the wrong decision because something had followed me back.

I awoke with undefinable fear, aware that something was in the room with me.

My strained vision made out a crouched, lanky figure with red eyes, one of which was faintly covered by a fabric that draped over its head.

I felt Infected by my fears and a terror driven paralysis consumed me. I could not bring myself to close my eyes or even blink.

It surveyed me for a minute then averted its attention elsewhere.

Cracking and a patter noise could be heard downstairs.

The animatronic follows with constrained weight behind each step. It passed the door frame unnaturally, shifting its body up and forward when turning the corner as if to make itself look as large and foreboding as possible.

As I hear it walk down the stairway I make out a second pair of steps trailing up. Then heavy rustling. Then silence.

When my frozen terror had passed I made a run for my car.

If I hadn’t been in such a hurry to escape I might have noticed the string of oil along the stairs, the torn off hinges on the front door or the remains of a disemboweled automaton collapsed beside the building.

#this was my first attempt at writing pretty much #definitely lots and lots of room for improvement but I’m happy with my results #glad I had a contest that pushed me to produce something for the fun of it!#if you read this I hope you enjoyed and weren’t too confused #crunch writing #dca fandom #dca writing #dca Halloween #writing #sb daycare attendant #sb moondrop #sb moon #dca scary story #the bed and Breakfast #or the dead and Breakfast if you know what I mean!

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tmuse-ac · 29 days

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JACK-O-MOON! MY FOURTH WIFE EVERYBODY!

Anyway yes I see him as a fourth person, but honestly its so I can have more DCA love. I love that Jackie is clearly just an orange painted Moon for Halloween (you can see it on the render), but he's my fourth wife, no denying, I love him

The one thing about jack-o-MOON is that he has Sun's rays? Makes sense if it's the same body, but I wanted them to be more Moon-like too, so I gave them,

A CLOAK!

...

a shawl?? shoulder cloak?

I don't know, but it's similar to Moon's hat, but still all Jackie's <3

yes i will be drawing more of him, there needs to be more