I Win

I have an idea but it might cringe so to test the cring level I'm writing this

"Day 1

I don't know where I am, what happened to bring me here or how to get out.

I'm uh...a few seconds away from screaming and crying but screaming and crying won't solve anything so I'm making audio logs on my phone.

I'm currently in...a white void. It seems. White as far as I can see, everywhere. No sky, just more white. It's very dissorenting.

The time on my phone is frozen, it's still reading 6:25 pm on August 15th, 2000...but the last two digits are replaced by Xs. But I remember what year it is, it's 20XX.

...what?

20XX.

20XX

2019?

20XX.

What the fuck? Why can't I say the year..?

I-this just got worse.

I wanna go home.

Day 1 log end."

I push the end recording button on my phone, looking up at the vast white void around me. I sigh and slump forward "Fuck..."

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I still think the single funniest thing about the cybertruck is that it has all those security cameras built in that are set to activate if anyone gets too close to the vehicle...and those cameras need electricity to run, and the cybertruck is a piece of shit that has way less battery life than you'd think, so you can legit just fuck over the owner by just standing near it and doing nothing else.

Like goddamn Elongated Muskrat found a way to let us siphon gas out of a car without even touching it. Fucking incredible.

GET KOSA TRENDING.

STOP SCROLLING NOW!

AS OF FEBRUARY 21ST, 2024, WE GOT FIVE DAYS UNTIL THE DAY OF DECISION OF THE KOSA BILL, WHICH WILL CAUSE MASS CENSORSHIP ROUND THE INTERNET IF PASSED. OR DOOMSDAY. WE NEED EVERYONE TO KNOW ABOUT THIS AND CONTRIBUTE. I'M NOT GIVING UP ON YOU ALL.

WE'RE DOWN TO THE WIRE BUT WE CAN'T GIVE UP YET. IF WE GIVE UP, EVERYTHING IS OVER. IF WE DON'T, AT LEAST WE HAVE A CHANCE.

I'M THE ONE WHO SOUNDED THE ALARM, AND I'M NOT GOING TO CURL UP AND DIE YET.

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WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO

WHO THE FUCK IS LORE

he's very excited about his first night as a jack o lantern

i want a dragon... why can't they be real :(

Right, considering the current state of corporate politics on this site, and that it seems that only those affected seem to be actively speaking on the matter, it is up to I, the only fucking cishet on tumblr, to drag this out to a wider audience.

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We need to show these higher ups how much we truly value them.

I HAVE A THEORY

OK-

what if Moon/Sun never got the afton virus

Cause to me they seem fine.

“But moon tried to kill you”

I’m getting to that stfu

I think Moon (not Sun, just Moon) doubles as a security animatronic. In my mind, he has a similar coding to the FANF 2 band. 

He has a database of every worker and attendee at the pizzaplex in his mind, and he has like facial recognition or something, and the reason he’s after Gregory is that 1: it’s past closing time 2: he’s not in the database 3: he’s currently being searched for by Vanny/Venssa.

Cause first of all: Moon’s wires are all over the place. He’s able to find u faster after a certain time in the pizzaplex. He has acess to every door. Why would that be programmed into an animatronic made to put kids to sleep? He shouldn’t be out of the daycare...unless he’s like security puppet.

Doubling as a caretaker and babysitter during hours, and then after hours he goes around the place on his little wire like a weird spider and makes sure everyone who’s not meant to be there is taken care of.

“But he scared the kids!”

I’m sorry but does a 6′4 jester with no eyes telling you to  “Go to sleep” in the dark seem nice to you? YEAH HE’S FUCKING SCARY. He’s scared the kids cause his design is stupid as balls and terrifying.

I also think vanessa never thought to give them the virus cause “It’s a daycare robot how is that gonna help?” because she was never actually a worker there, and kinda...snuck in. Theoretically Moon should have caught her but her info was in the database cause she worked for fazbear, just not as a night guard.

Also whos idea was it to make Sun so fucking hyper? He acts like a 5 year old after having like...fruit punch. It’s to much.

The responses I get from people learning my roomate is a catboy can be narrowed down to three things: a weird pervy look, concern, and not really caring.

Of course, these would make sense if he was a normal catboy, like a munchkin or a Ragdoll, a tuxedo or black cat even.

But of course, he isn't.

A loud crash echoes through the apartment, I sigh deeply through my nose and sit up from my bed, checking the clock as I move out my room.

3:30 am. Eli's favorite time to pull some bullshit and an get us more complaints from our neighbors. I open my door and look into the dark apartment living room and kitchen, a single sweep of my eyes I find bright yellow ones staring at me from the kitchen counter. "Eli." I say slowly "get off the counter."

A slow blink in response. I can tell he's moving his arm to something else on the counter.

"Eli." I say again "Eli no." his eyes flick from the object I can't see and me. And then he hold my gaze and I know what's about to come. Another crash. I flinch at the noise before groaning loudly. The noise getting the expected response: Eli losing his shit and falling off the counter and running into his room to likely have his freakout before he comes out again and starts acting like the very species he was. I sigh and flick the kitchen light on, rubbing my nose at the sight of two broken plates on the ground, "Your paying for this!" I shout at my roommates dorm, receiving little snickers as a response before it was followed by the sound of sheets moving.

We both knew he wasn't going to pay, and we'd just be down for few months before I'd forget and buy more plates. "Orange cats." I sigh as I grab the broom, "Menaces."

The Good News: Your new roommate is a cute catboy. The Bad News: He’s an orange tabby.