Once Again Encouraging Yall To Let Your Muses Adopt Gregory

once again encouraging y’all to let your muses adopt gregory

★ — "It's not his programming."

There's something firm in his tone, a certainty that shows he isn't going to be swayed with furrowed brows and a slight frown ghosting over his expression. If he were less on edge, he would have spun around to face her with all the stubbornness he could manage, but as it is he just keeps moving forward. ( can he hear something in the distance, or is he just imagining that? ).

"He broke his programming to keep me safe. Didn't go in a recharge station when he was on low power to make sure he could get to me if I needed him."

He winces slightly at her clear shock in her tone, shoulders immediately raising into a defensive posture.

"Maybe. I needed somewhere to hide. It was fine, alright? I know it's meant for cakes and stuff, but I can fit if I squeeze."

"Could be his default programming, too." She doesn't mean to put a damper on the kid's fondness for the bear, but it was the truth. "Trying to take you to her risks you bolting, which is generally something it would try to avoid, I think. Doesn't explain why he's not affected, though."

The whole situation was odd. Addy might have known, in the back of her mind, that something was wrong here, but even with the experiences she's repressed due to them being too close to the truth about her being dead, it...was different from any of that. And that sense of difference stuck with her, even if she couldn't place why.

"It doesn't make any sense," she muttered under her breath as he explained further. It was certainly a lot to process, and it doesn't help how closely it's tied to a truth she's tried to deny. It all came back to her killer, after all.

However, something else stuck out to her. "Wait, you were in Freddy's chest?" That was easier to think about than the rest of it.

FredBear and Gregory are friends! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡

I just wanted to draw Gregory with the plush. 

Maybe Gregory wanted a Glamrock Freddy plush but Vanessa was unable to get him one (because they are broke) so she got him one from a garage sale.

petition to have Gregory’s full name be Gregory Fazbear

💨 jail to stop him from getting into things at the pizzaplex

send 💨 to put my muse in air jail bonus points if you add a reason

★ — "Addy —— !!"

He squawks as he's hoisted into the air, legs dangling helplessly beneath him as he attempts to pull the hands that grip him off.

Okay, maybe this is deserved — he knows he tests the teenager's patience almost every night, both intentionally and not. It was only a matter of time before she did something about it. He just didn't expect being held in the air at arms length like some sort of naughty cat. Gregory is so glad Freddy isn't around to see this. It's fucking embarrassing.

"C'moooon, lemme gooooo."

And now he's straight up whining, half - heartedly kicking his legs at the air between them.

"I promise I'll listen t'you tonight, just — put me back down!!"

do you understand what i am telling you? / @makeswell

MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS

★ — "Why do you think you can tell me what to do?"

It comes as a half - bitten back snap as Gregory quickly averts his gaze, turning his scowl to focus on the ground just to the left and past the woman herself. He's well aware it's not an answer ; he understood her perfectly well, her soft concern, her patience as he continuously pushes and retreats.

The gentleness of it all makes something bitter curl in his chest. People don't treat him gently. They ignore him, or look at him with a misunderstood pity that never lasts long, pity that, at worst, turns to annoyance and disgust. He barely knows her. So why would she be any different than all the other adults that have come and gone from his life?

Gregory doesn't trust people. Especially adults. He's been let down too many times for that. He doesn't want her compassion.

"I don't know you. You're not my guardian. You don't know anything about me. So why can't you just — leave me alone?"