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The canon: Michael afton gets scooped,he isn't in love with Charlie Emily and he dies at the end.
Me and my imaginative crazy ass:
Michael is in fact in love with Charlie Emily who is in his age,she still dies and posses the puppet,Michael does get scooped and goes to work at the pizzeria where he meets puppet/Charlie again and since she can give the dead kids life in suits she actually can be any age,again beacuse I said so,and she heals Michael 2,they get married and have a kid,who is Gregory,but they were unsure if they could raise him because of all the things they have been through and somehow when Michael and Charlie were at the pizzeria it burns down and kills them both,gregory is homeless,Michael posses glamrock freddy and Charlie is still somewhere in her puppet form waiting to be reunited with her husband and son.
Looks cool!
my new Michael
Make this a full on web comic series and we have a great sb comic series.
The food is burning.
The lore implications if this is canon tho
i don’t think people talk about how The Mimics costume is supposed to be a Gregory disguise
(elaboration under cut)
Glamrock Freddy, teaching Gregory how to use the cars in roxy raceway: ok, so you’re driving and roxy and monty walk into the road. What do you hit?
Gregory: easy, I’ll just do a drift and hit both of them at the same time.
Glamrock Freddy:
Glamrock Freddy: the brakes, gregory. You hit the brakes.
Gregory FNAF Fanart
Hiii! Another Fanart for y'all!🎉so, this one, I went a little bit off of the character design (not much)😅 but I think it turned out cool! I definitely see Gregory as the one kid with super shaggy hair that you can hardly see through!😂
I found you, superstar! 🍕
Even 7ft animatronics gotta embarrass their kid 😂
Bro thinks he’s Superman
And here's an extra! A comic i made of glittergolf, i got inspired by a fanfic ♡
And yes, it is glitter glue on sunny's hat, he's a captain and he needs to look formal U -U
Translation:
Sunny: i want your first mate!
Freddy: never! Monty is my friend and i would never give him to anyone!
Sunny: i trade him with this kid
Gregory: (i won't hesitate b**ch!)
Freddy: ...
Freddy: SORRYYYYY!
something something about greg being the black sheep AND sacrificial lamb
Oh wow, another video, except this one has nothing to do with the last one I made. Cuz, y’know, motivation loves making you start new projects all over again :’))
I was kind of upset with how laggy it turned out, but it still took me days to make this, so I would feel bad to leave it at that, so I posted it here too.
Basically, I guess the plot of this video is based off of this Security Breach theory by SuperHorrorBro (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_zfN6...)
All the extra info is on the vid I posted on Youtube (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nd4-OEjemS8)
And now, I shall go and cry in a corner because I am made of regret.
Moondrop harassment 🌙💥
Man, let them both just enjoy their little dress-up and not bother about each other
Father-son bonding :)
Bryan and Gregory my beloved.
I dunno where they are. I don’t know how to do backgrounds.
Gregory’s asking about Bryan’s childhood. Bryan responds that he studied a lot and was a pretty silly kid. He lies about his toys that he gave to Gregory was the toys he used as a kid. He bought it as an adult. He will do everything in his power for Gregory to have a childhood.
My guy has white hairs. He is s t r e s s e d. But he loves his kids.
Dying? Puh-lease. It’s never gonna happen. Probably.
TW: Slight gore, mentions and implied dissociation
Dripping water echoes around the bathroom he crammed himself in.
The lights were off, darkness all around as he let out cough after cough before wiping the trail of something in his mouth. Blood or drool, he doesn’t know. He’s guessing it’s the latter.
With the ache in his stomach probably had something to do with it.
Bryan chuckled and it reverberated around the empty walls, bloody ones if he wasn’t so careful. He can’t say the same about the floor though. He’ll need some hydrogen peroxide to completely clean it up.
Speaking of a clean up…
He tentatively placed his palm over the wound, warm sticky liquid began to coat it, and Bryan felt like he could puke.
He does not. Swallowed the burning vile right back and going back to survey the damage.
Bryan knew that his death left marks. Several marks. Too many marks.
One was Steve, his suit still reeked with his corpse, being inside it for more than a year.
The other was his body, littered with scars from head to toe. At times, pain ran through his body like pricks of needles even when he was just standing. Painful needles. He’s guessing it’s from getting chunks of his body chopped off to be replaced by metal.
Maybe that’s why his skin looked like it was frankensteined together every time he looked into a mirror.
The most remarkable scar was on his stomach. No kidding. It did take most of the blow than the rest of his body. And the thing that needed to be cut up the most to get rid of the mush organs. It was closed that time around though, evidence of it being pierced with a knife revealed in dark patches and lines running across it.
Now, it was not. Now…well…
“Stay away from him!”
There was a gun pointed at him. At him. At his kid. At his son while he was on the ground with scratched knees and tears in his scared oh so scared brown eyes.
And there was a grin on the bunny’s face.
Oh that bastard.
His teeth grit.
And Bryan ran. Like he never had before. With more force and speed he never knew his legs could carry him at. He struck like a lightning bolt, jumping in front of the boy’s body—
“Dad!”
He choked, spit and blood spluttering over his mouth before he was thrown back, hard.
Wheezes and coughs escape him as he rolls and rolls until he stops with his side on the ground. He moved with a choked scream, trembling to pick himself up. He breathed heaving breathes, eyes flitting around trying to find a blue cladded boy.
Small hands circle around his neck and tears fall on his face.
“Dad I…I…oh my god I’m so—“ Smaller breaths hitched as whimpers and stutters escape him, young eyes blown wide and terrified and haunted at the sight in front of him. Bryan lifted a bloody hand to point their faces right each other, away from the blood, away from the fucking hole in his stomach, and he bit a sound of pain as he maneuvers himself to face the kid.
He smiled, shakily, he could barely keep it in place. “I’m okay. I-I’ll be ok-okay.”
Fat dough tears roll down his son’s face. “You’re lying.” He cracked. “You’re-you’re ly-ing.”
He hushed him, pulling him close and letting the teary face bury itself in his chest. “Shhh…we’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.”
He looked up at the enemies in front of them, eyes narrowed, exhausted, but determined, as his free hand opened.
“Close your eyes for me, hm?”
A purple glow surrounds them and he hears screams of alarm. He does not care. “Just close your eyes, Greg.”
And they fall.
He curled himself around his trembling son, feeling a familiar yet unwelcomed surge of energy rippling through his body as time and space opened for them.
They fall and Bryan used the momentum to switch their positions with him on the bottom and his son cushioned on top.
Something follows them down, a security bot, and Bryan thought.
Colorful tables and lights. Large stages. Red curtains. Checkered tables. Starry floors.
Home. Bring them home.
And something trailed down his cheek.
He forced the universe to open up again and—
“What the—“
—his palms close with a crack and the portal above them snapped shut. A severed head fell on the ground with them.
“Holy shit!”
He’s brought back to reality when a creak hit his throbbing ears.
“Don’t.” He said to the darkness, knowing a hand was on the switch. “You don’t wanna see this.”
“Do I?”
His head shook, an unamused smile on his face. “No. You really don’t.”
Dylan closed the door behind him, the crack of light now gone. “Are you talking about me or you?”
Bryan shrugged, aware that the other wouldn’t see.
“Trust me. It’s bad.”
A hum. “Then why did you go last?”
Silence.
It rang and it echoed. He didn’t answer. He’s not sure he could.
“Don’t know?”
Bryan gave a hum of confirmation.
Sounds of shuffling got closer and Dylan’s knees hit his back. “Does it…” Cold fingers touch his back. More specifically the hole piercing through his back. “hurt?”
It throbbed but it’s bearable. It’s not as bad as it was before. “No.” Maybe that was a bad thing.
“Really?” An unconvinced voice echo behind him.
Bryan smiled, before touching his stomach again. He squeezed it. There’s no pain anymore. Shock maybe?
His hand travelled from his stomach to his chest, feeling his ribs. His heart beats slow. And as seconds pass, it gets slower.
He sighed and slumped, fingers keeping his head from falling. He had a feeling this would happen.
At that point, he can’t feel his heart beating anymore.
And in tandem, Dylan asked, “why aren’t you…dude.” He shoved him lightly. “Breathe.”
At the request, Bryan took a breathe. The oxygen entering his lungs felt odd. Colder. Foreign. And mid breath, Bryan snorted.
He stopped taking a breath and laughed quietly, his voice hoarse. “I’m not even surprised anymore.”
“Surprised with what?”
He smiled, reddish teeth bared.
“Hear my chest, Dylan?”
Silence. Then he moved closer, this time planting an ear on his chest.
A breath hitched. It’s not his.
Guess it wasn’t just him dissociating.
He felt eyes staring up at him. “You’re…”
“A corpse? Yup.”
He snickered at the irony. A man brought back from the dead was now a living corpse, still alive and kicking but medically dead as fuck.
He died. Again. Just a few seconds ago. And yet he’s still wide awake and not in that eternal rest everyone kept yapping about.
He felt his grip tighten. “Why are you so calm about this?”
“It’s not really new at this point.” Again, he shrugged. This time, Dylan felt it.
Then again, it wasn’t like his first death was restful.
Maybe that’s why he’s not surprised anymore.
“But you’re…human. You’re not even in the suit anymore.”
“And here I am using my corpse. What’s the difference?”
Another round of silence.
“So…you’re a zombie now?”
Bryan let out a laugh. “Yeah. Pretty much.”
“…geez this family is weird.” He felt Dylan get up and cupboards opening caught his attention.
That makes Bryan smile genuinely. “Tell me about it.” He gazed at the source of the sound. “What’re you doing?”
“Getting a first aid kit.”
Bryan shook his head. “Leave it. It’s not like it’s gonna help anyway.”
Dylan got it out anyway, laying it and opening it on the floor behind him. “Do you want people to see you a bloody mess?”
Bryan paused. Before nodding. “Fair point.”
With a cap opening, Dylan hummed. “So…you have any plans on hiding…whatever this is?”
Bryan thought. “Maybe. Keep breathing or something?”
Dylan snorted before wrapping his back and stomach with bandages after cleaning the wound. “And the heartbeat?”
Eyes glance at the red jacket hanging on the door knob. “Several ideas.”
And another round of silence.
“Hey Dylan?”
“Yeah?”
“If I start biting people, tie me up and burn my body.”
Bryan gagged when the bandages pulled a little tighter.
Sometimes what’s broken is really just damaged.
How can a 7,5 foot animatronic sneak up on a kid? Idk but this one did
i dont have much besides practice sketches of the animatronics
Quick 1st of the month present, happy spooky season <3
(He is a skinny legend)
a fanart of little Gregory from fnaf security breach :D
