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?
Read it here!
What would Six do if she was called a baby?
Depends from who and what context, but probably cannibalism
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C O N S E Q U E N C E S
This is the link to my (still ongoing as of writing this) Little Nightmares/FNAF: Security Breach story, "They're Just Children"
Feel free to ask me anything about the series and I'll clear things up (within reason and whenever I'm able to)
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.
ALL THE COLORS!
Use of color theory is nice :D
If your writing style feels messy or chaotic,
Lean into it.
Mess with the fonts. Give you writing some-
pop
And be as damn well creative and clever with the formatting, narrative progression, use of tropes or lack thereof as you want.
You
Are
Not
Obligated
Towards
Writing
A
Certain
Way.
(Especially if this is internet writing we're talking about.)
Looking at you, Fanfiction Community. You aren't responsible for fitting so rigidly into
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My first ever piece of (Digital) Art; Bailey!
An original, chaotic, kinda drunk, and resourceful leader and old friend of Gregory before the events of They're Just Children who has no deep, underlying issues whatsoever!
Bailey wasn't meant to be a center character when she was first added in an early chapter to expand on Code Baby's (Greg's) backstory but she wound up meeting the Little Nightmares during Day 2 and got way in over her head on Night 2, much to Mono's excitement and Cassie and Six's annoyance.
Armed with a bat, some hidden shanks, and pure spite, she's joined the party to unravel the Malhare's plots for the Pizzaplex or die trying... probably the latter...
Does Six consider rats to be friends?
more like food
The next They're Just Children isn't going to be ready for this Friday, just one more week without a new chapter between other WIPs on other accounts and tax season lol
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