Swap Peggle With Warhammer, Little Nightmares, Or FNAF Lore And Theories And You've Got My Average Writing

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This christmas remember: Other people giving you gifts is not your time to feel guilty and question if you deserve to be given a present or reflect on your relationships too much. It's time to just enjoy.

sweet

SWEET

C O N S E Q U E N C E S

I just LOAAAAVEEEEE seeing him suffer don’ cha think?

✨REBLOGS APPRECIATED✨

Canon.

Future Gregory: I have come from the future!

Gregory: Man, I’m buff.

Cassie: Yeah but still short.

Gregory: shut up!

Future Gregory: I have news to bring. The mimic will try to implant his subconscious into another device and you must bring him down.

Vanessa; What happens to Fazbear?

Future Gregory: They eventually lose business so they get bought out by Bass pro shops. Which actually improved them morally.

Vanessa: bold of you to assume Willy won't be possessed by a fish

shoutout to my friend gelato

Missed opportunity to have Pigment phasing through the jail.

Monopoly Time!

Of course everything would go wrong in the best way. (They don't know the rules, Huey and Mew teamed up to rob the bank)

Fanart of @xxtc-96xx's characters

Based on this

Rats are friends, not food

N O M

They're Just Children - Dance Of The Damned - Is Finished!

Roxanne delved back into the MoNode as she waited for a verdict on the new Mazercise plan from Freddy, he'd been trying to contact the DJ at the time and the girls were already accounted for so it was just a waiting game. Six was crawling over the top of the Candy Shop's chrome counters, there were all sorts of bubbling pots and scattered utensils that clicked and clanged as they rushed through the cooking machines from steamers to large boiler-like tubs. The cabinets above were covered in residues like old caramelized sugar and moldy fruit syrups. Warmers and coolers with empty notches for trays of treats were beneath every counter and beside every oven.

One wall in the corner had some clunky towers of gears for applying wrapping paper to more complexly packaged treats and another had a window out to the expansive city of heavily pouring rain. Other than the end of a sopping wet overhang, she couldn't see anything interesting on the other side through Mono's eyes (which was probably a good thing, knowing what little they did about the kids). Cassie didn't end up here, did she? The loud bubbling of many pots covered the small slaps of their footsteps.

There was a tall stand with multiple cups holding a variety of utensils for them to hide behind as the shop owner followed them into the back room. He looked around with a blank, eyeless face and stomped through the aisles like he'd forgotten he'd been chasing them. Mono and Six ducked behind the towers of equipment as he pulled open drawers and warmers. He set things like sucker sticks, sugar paper, and candy strings around his work space and turned up the heat on some of the vats of molten sugar while Freddy's kids got as good of a look at the kitchen as they could from their cramped kiding spot. They kept elbowing and headbutting each other in the rush to find an escape route without leaning just one fatal inch (from their perspective) that would catch the Cady Man's attention.

In a turn of luck, he appeared pretty hyper-focused on his work.

In a turn of bad luck, the Broadcaster craned his neck in an uncomfortable way that let him see what was being prepared.

I’m disappointed you didn’t like my rhymes. You must pay for your crimes in nothing but dimes and mines. That’s the line for the time.

OBJECTION!

I gave no opinion for or against your rhymes.

Signal Baby will surely make up with Signal not-Baby, right?

Not alone in being alone