The Snake That Eats Herself

Holy fuck I grew up on this AU

The random doodles, one being a redraw of an old parody I did before

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.

One egg is all that is needed.

they should invent a new type of guy that enjoys water, and plays fun sports like soccer and tennis. lots of guys like water but they HATE soccer and tennis, and tons of guys play soccer and tennis, but they'll only drink milk

They're Just Children - Growing Up In A Warzone - Is Complete!

It didn't take too long for the kids to get settled down. Mono managed to teleport to cut Six off and they ran around a table until they both retreated underneath it. When they reappeared next to him and Chica, the Signal Child had his broken mask back on and had an arm wrapped around Six's whole body with her feet dragging along the carpet and tile while she tried desperately not to burst out laughing. She'd reformed her hood back over her face, but the bright little smile and lights of her big ruby eyes shone through the shadow and her oily raven hair.

For just a second, the big burn scar over the right of her face vanished, taking the debris tangled in her hair with it; for just a second, she was a little girl enjoying playtime. No dirt, no mud, no cuts, no bruises; no sickness, no baggy eyes, no skeletal hands; no yellow fangs, no sharpened claws, no sharp eyes on the lookout for food; just rosie cheeks and a pearly smile as her best friend dragged her out of the arcade. Chica got them to lightly wave goodbye to the DJ, who returned the gesture with a grand arm before he chattered his teeth and resumed his song in the relative peace of his portion of the Mega Pizzaplex. According to Roxanne, she and the girls were on their way to Mazercise. Mono refused to stop manhandling Six for her crimes, but she didn't mind being carried along to the other side of the Pizzaplex if he or Freddy were doing it.

By the time they got there, Cassie and Rebecca were visibly on edge. Bailey was tiredly leaning against a wall, her heavy, bloodshot eyes were barely open. Her grip on the tin baseball bat at her side was unusually loose, it was starting to slide over the carpet and hit her leg. All three of them and Roxanne lightened as they entered, especially when Mono appeared hauling his prisoner around. Rebecca's little face lit up like their final act's laser lightshow as the original raincoat girl stuck her tongue out at the other group from under Mono's arms. Cassie failed to hold back a giggle, too, but was sure to keep her distance from the Little Nightmares. Bailey became lucid enough not to miss the scene, but not much else. Her eyes were soft and her smile was warm, but her blinking was slow and her head hung low.

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Cassie trying to help Mono and Six

They're Just Children - The Real Me - Is Finished!

Rebecca's nose itched and burned as she wandered about the strange box. It reeked of death, metallic with blood, she half-expected it to be oozing blood and sludge from the corners. The arcade machine wasn't clean by any stretch of the definition, streaming dark mold from the seams between panels held together by dust-covered screw that'd been adjusted so many times the criss-cross gap in the center was completely stripped down to a smooth hole with a thin, rough lining of metal just barely keeping it useable. Similar grime was growing around the buttons and a lever-like stick beside them. The top, screen, and controls were covered in dust. Where there wasn't the stench of decay, there was a suffocating and choking fume of chemicals.

It must've seeped out of the closet as Cassie came around the corner holding her nose, her backpack abandoned in the salon for now. 'Princess Quest' she muttered in an odd mix of confusion and realization. At least one of them was a quick reader. They both looked the machine up and down expectantly, waiting for something to burst out or the butchered corpse of a child to fall out of a panel. What they found instead, behind a slightly bent sheet of metal on a hinge when they shoved it a short distance from the wall, made even less sense than the game being here in the first place. It was way lighter than they were expecting, the short screech didn't even alert Roxy that they were up to something, maybe it would've taken just one of them to move it enough.

Rather than a corpse, the interior was a bunch of wires and pipes wrapped around a cylinder and a white rectangle with a long red line in the middle was crookedly taped to the side. Disgusting heat radiated from the tube as Rebecca and Cassandra's eyes stung and noses wrinkled. The girls were quick to slam the panel shut and seal the smell and heat away, but they weren't quite done here. Why was it here? This was the last place that should have one of these games; the entire point of the wolf's part of the mall was the beauty place and the racetrack outside. The obvious answer, if it could be called that, was the Nightguard put it here. But why? None of the other machines looked or smelled or overheated like this one so it must've been important. But how? What set this one apart from the rows and rows right outside the Marionette's room? What was worth protecting?

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Hey friends. Do this:

This probably took this person 3 seconds to do but it immediately told me that they liked my story enough to come back and read it again and they liked it again the second time.

Your favorite writers Do Not Know that you think about their stories after you read them. I generally assume that my stories make people happy for the few minutes they’re reading and then they never think about it again. To know that that’s not the case and that someone has returned just makes my little heart swell with joy.

I needed this today. If you’re the person who left this comment (or if you’ve ever commented on any of my writing) I love you.

what would six do if I give her shoes?

tear them apart for resources, wearing them makes too much noise.

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✨

So cool

Thank you!