Why I Dont Make My Ideas Into Stories

Why I don’t make my ideas into stories

Hello y’all, Derin here.

I figured I’d made this post since many of the people I have been sending my ideas to; have all said something similar to this after they read them all.

“These are really well thought out, you should try making these things into actual stories”

So I figured I would make this post to explain why I do not just do this.

I think the main reason that I myself don't just turn these outlines into full fledged stories is because I am unable to write dialogue. You'll notice that all of the ideas are really just me explaining things and saying what is happening. What you see is probably the best of my writing ability.

However when it comes to dialogue, I got nothing. I can't really figure out a way to make something that sounds clear in my head, sound natural in a written format. Heck, I struggle making conversation in real life as well!

In fact, the original version of idea 11 used to have an actual piece of dialogue. It was where the "Suddenly, before she can even think..." part is now. It used to say, "Wh-what did y-you do?" . I eventually removed it and replaced it with the line you see now because it just didn't sound right and felt weird and out of place. You can still see that version here.

If someone who is good at writing dialogue was interested in collaborating with me or something, then I feel like I would be able to turn one of these outlines into a full fledged story.

Until that happens all I can really do is just keep trying my best to inspire others. Give them medium quality clay to form something beautiful.

And it is why I am incredibly grateful that some others have made stories based on these outlines, and why I have an entire chapter dedicated to those works and tell as many people as possible to check them out to give them the credit they deserve. Here they are: one two three four five

I am also endlessly surprised that so many people who are far better at creating content than I ever will be, consider my ideas/story outlines to be really good. To all of those who have seen them, thank you.

Please leave a comment letting me know what you think of all this, and if you are someone who is good at writing dialogue and wants to work with me to turn these outlines into proper stories, let me know in my dms or on any of my social medias!

Hiii <33 I'm here to answer your post with theories about fnaf 9! (3 stars endings)! 1. Yes, it sounds quite reasonable, I like the idea that Vanessa doesn't remember passwords, that it was Vanny who remembered all the passwords! 2. I used to doubt whether Vanessa loves children, but it seems to be true. :^ 3. YES, YES, YES, I RECENTLY DISCUSSED ABOUT THIS WITH FRIENDS, WE THEN JOKED THAT THE PIZZAPLEX IS KEPT ON THE REMNANT, WHICH CRINGE =__) 4. OMG IS THE COOLEST IDEA 5. It's like the ghosts of children chasing William, only more dramatic, wow. 6. I'm too lazy to read, please forgive me, I'm a terrible reader((( 7. MY GOD, IT SOUNDS JUST AMAZING, I WANT SUCH A FANFIC 8. I'm not in the subject, unfortunately(( 9. CANON, ITS SO GOOOD 10. It's super cool, I think! 11. Omg, so scary and unusual 0_o 12. Yeah, it's very cool. I like each new theory better than the previous one, damn!! ^^ 13. It's very logical and well thought out, I like it. 14. It's great, I think it would the best completion of the fnaf (after the my lovely beautiful ffps, of course (i love fnaf sb endings and all sb too but have you seen ffps have you listen Henry,, so i love it).

So,, I really liked your theories, they are so logical and intresting and I would read more if you have them, thank you very much ^^

Well I currently don't have any more complete ideas unfortunately. I have one that I am stuck on because it needs dialogue and I suck at writing it.

I'm actually looking for people who are good at writing dialogue who want to collaborate with me to turn my outlines into full fledged stories. So if you know anyone like that or are interested yourself, please let me know!

Thank you so much for taking the time to check out my ideas, I really appreciate it!

BEHOLD THE NEW AND IMPROVED FLUORINE!!! After several months of development and a week of the robot just refusing to work, I would like to proudly introduce the newest version of Fluorine's kinetic variant. Features: -Better weapon placement for increased stability and more optimal strikes against opponents -More powerful weapon motor for better hots in general -Longer and shorter chassis both for ease of putting the electronics in and so that it can still be effective while upside down -More vibrant color scheme Overall this is a lot better than the... previous iteration of Fluorine's spinner variant. I hope that it along with the wedge config will bring me great success in the antweight division. #robot #robotcombat #halogen #fluorine #spinner #destruction #custom #battlebots (at Gainesville, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjjooT5LbAp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

Brooooo the brainrot is consuming me alive-

I know a LOT of people are opposed to the idea of Inhuman!Gregory and find the GregBot/GregEvan theory very controversial (pretty much just like SentiAdrien from Miraculous Ladybug) but I freaking LOVE the trope of inhuman characters whom are masquerading as humans and has everyone around them think of them as just another human being. 

Especially if they were once human before tragedy struck in the form of their death, and them being ripped away from everything and everyone they ever loved and held dear and had their entire world crumble down to ash around them as they watched helplessly. 

Such good angst material, you know? I’d imagine it would be pretty traumatizing for a ten year old who was supposed to graduate from fifth grade but instead had his head and torso crushed inside the mouth of his best friend- during his birthday on a spring afternoon in 1983. Of course that would leave a pretty deep scar.

Not even that- I just created a whole backstory of messed up shit that happened to him afterwards, you know? Evan’s body gets repurposed- every cell, molecule, atom of his body fundamentally altered on the material level so that it’s not organic anymore, mixed in with robotics and remnant technology- his father sees him as his greatest creation- the first immortal lifeform, not just a soul being hosted inside of an empty husk of a body.

He was a cybernetic flesh puppet who was beyond human, but also not truly- there was a genuine consciousness within- the soul of his son, his youngest son, reborn inside, sleeping akin to a newborn that couldn’t be awoken no matter how hard one tried. William smiles- a twisted, deranged smile, knowing that the creation, an incredibly flawless and perfect replica of the regular human child that his son once was, was complete. And it was beautiful. Every thrum of power that made itself known in the form of a low hum of warmth and vibrations beneath his chest as it rose and fell, rose and fell with every steady, deep breath the creation took… the way his hands were folded over his chest as if in prayer, mouth only slightly ajar to reveal the thin crease of pearly white teeth within.

As if he never died.

Then, when the strange being awakens again after what feels like eternity, he is… confused, not to mention utterly time blind. Names linger on the tip of his tongue, but he can’t speak of them without a lump rising in his throat and a strange liquid brimming like brine on the edge of his eyes. Nothing lingers in his brain but the emotion of being perplexed and overwhelmed as his doll-like eyes blink so unnasumingly, large and gentle and compound in nature. 

The irises- dark like nebulous nights, the light reflected within glimmering like stars as they were lacking the little black dots of pupils to them entirely- they flicked around way too naturally to glimpse his surroundings of the dilapidated room- dark, cold, empty and falling into some degree of disrepair (it isn’t anything like the tomb-like chamber William stored him in when he was asleep, though is that even a memory?).

This isn’t how the world is supposed to be, he thinks to himself. This isn’t how the world works- dark and cold and empty and so, so terrible, with no knowledge of who I am or what I’m supposed to do. I’m supposed to be in my home, laughing and playing with my… my… my? My what? My who?

Things still feel wrong on a fundamental level, from the ground up as static lingers where his memories should be- a thick white fog that is impenetrable, that makes his head ring with sheer pain whenever he tries to push past it.

Or had things already been wrong to begin with? Had there been cracks since the beginning?

My family. My name. My home.

As the creation arbitrarily decides on a name- the title of the watchful and vigilant, “Gregory”, who’s eyes don’t let anything escape their encroaching, scrutinizing gaze- he stares down at his trembling hands, the grief within his heart waiting to be unlocked and flood every pore of his being until he had shed his last tear for the ruined past and the future that could never be in this time.

With every second that passed, as his being gradually trembled into consciousness more and more, the question was burned into his mind that he quaked as he thought about it, shook with ferocity and passion and desire, NEEDING NEEDING NEEDING to know moremoremoreMOREMOREMORESHOWMEMORE.

Who am I? He wants to ask to the heavens that remained out of reach- he was still tethered to the earth for god knows what reason. Why am I alive?

But out of his mouth comes trills and beeps that he arbitrarily writes on a miniscule slip of paper and sticks it to the box that he found, the things that he could do with just his hands still fascinating him so much. 

01110111 01101000 01111001 00100000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01101001

Why is I.

This is quite the well constructed theory/story idea. Personally I kinda, uh, hate the gregbot/greg is evan theory (the latter because I think the afton family has had its time in the sun and should be put to rest, except William lol). No offense.

However I won't knock anyone for believing it, and I have to say that this is probably one of the better posts on the subject. I can tell that a lot of passion and real effort went into it. The little segments that show the thoughts of...Grevan? Evagory? are really well made and show a lot of depth.

(I am not a writer so sorry if my complements seem repetitive :P )

Keep up the good work and idea making/explaining!

The upgraded Fluorine has been completed! The weapon angle has been reduced while still keeping it hitting low. This means that the bot won't flip itself over when it hits things. Hopeful Fluorine can now start to live up to its reactive namesake! #halogen #robotcombat #fluorine #chaos (at University of Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiwFT2Ir2bV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

Bruh another one, I-i honestly have no words for how happy I am right now this is amazing

Idea 3: Pizzaplex is an engineering disaster waiting to happen.

An idea that I don't see brought up at all, is the idea that the Pizzaplex is not constructed well.

Remember in FNAF 6 when the tutorial unit said this?

"There may be times when you purchase something of questionable quality, and we don't blame you. Cutting corners is just good business."

Keep this statement in mind while I bring up my next point. As someone who's taken an engineering class, when you are constructing a building, there are a VERY large number of codes (rules) that you need to follow for every conceivable part of it.

Fazbear Entertainment would probably find it a lot cheaper just to pay off the people inspecting the plex than to actually put money into making sure everything is up to code.

They would also try to construct the building as cheaply as possible, trying to "cut corners" wherever they could. They use substandard materials and contractors that don't double-check their work. They built the mall itself over the subterranean remains of their old restaurant, despite this making the ground very unstable.

This all works in my mind because Fazbear Entertainment has been proven to follow the "be as cheap as possible" and "maximize profits by any means necessary" approaches many times in the past.

Here is just one example of a code being violated, according to Section 1006.2.1.1 of Utah Building Codes, "Three exits or exit access doorways shall be provided from any space with an occupant load of 501 to 1,000. Four exits or exit access doorways shall be provided from any space with an occupant load greater than 1,000." We only see 2 public exits in the game, and the Pizzaplex likely holds well over a thousand people at any one time. What's worse is that one of the exits, the only one designated for emergencies, requires a VIP pass in order to be used.

If Fazbear Entertainment is willing to do this to cut costs, who knows what else they have done?

It's why, in my mind, I don't have Gregory live at the pizzaplex after the 3-star ending. Freddy would calculate that it is statistically safer for Gregory to live in his box than at the plex. He instead lives with Vanessa, creating opportunities for them to grow closer.

BTW This has happened in real life, even down to the shoddy construction and profit maximization. It was the Sampoong Department store collapse. Link

“Hello?”

“Hey, Jack, I had some questions about the budget for the Pizzaplex building.”

“Ugh, are you doubting me? Again? Look, don’t worry about it.”

Vanessa collapsed behind the CEO's desk. The secretary knew better by now to ask her questions, but there were clues. Based on the background noise, the dusty office, and how slurred his voice was, Jack was out on vacation. Again. “I wouldn’t be worrying about it if I didn’t know, for a fact, that it should’ve taken longer to get the safety certificates for the site.” She glanced down at the budget and the weird charge. “And doesn’t require an extra ten thousand dollar charge out of nowhere.”

Jack didn’t answer for a hot minute, allowing her to listen to what sounded like tango music. Vanessa pulled away the phone to sigh and massage her temples, feeling the beginnings of a stress headache to take hold. She wished she had enough of Jack’s carefree nature to waste money on vacations every month. “Look, I know as Daddy’s good girl-” Her hand clenched at the words. “You doubt me. But, hey! The company hasn’t fallen apart yet!”

“That’s because you have me do everything.” Vanessa paused before she could dissolve into the ancient scolding. He didn’t care and never would. “Look, you told me to focus on the game, right? I can’t do that if I’m cleaning up your messes.”

“Look, I have to go. A hot girl’s calling my name-”

“Wait-!”

“Bye~!”

The phone went silent, and Vanessa pulled it away from her ear with a groan. She moved to retype Jack’s number in but a text popped up.

It was her manager. Beta-testing on Help Wanted about to start. Are you coming into work?

Yes. I’m coming, sorry.

Vanessa got up, pushing in the chair, before marching out of the office. Honestly, she should just leave Fazber Ent. to crumble apart.

It would be more than anyone else did.