Funniest Form Of FNaF Fanfiction Is Objectively Pre-Bite Of 83 Michael Being Plagued By Visions Btw

Funniest form of FNaF fanfiction is objectively “Pre-Bite of ‘83 Michael being plagued by visions” btw

Mlp michael afton ! He's a bit confused why he's a pony... smh

I keep seeing Moral Orel(Oral?) fanart on my FYP. I have never seen Moral Orel, I have never liked any Moral Orel posts, but I have liked and subscribed to FNaF posts. So. Everytime, for a split second, when I see it, I think it is FNaF fanart. Because the dad (Clay?) Is SUPER SIMILAR TO WILLIAM

Evil brunette old man.

Help me.

I love your art so much im actually going to explode🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

AWEEE OH MY GOODNESS THA K YOU SM!! ❤️❤️❤️

This is an important message that needs to get out to Markiplier!

There is a gang war in LA. The first gang to get to 100 kills, gets to take over that part of the city. You NEED to be careful, Mark. You could be at high risk because of your high status. PLEASE be safe, everyone in or around LA, and please reblog this to get it to the youtubers in LA.

I just worry about their safety.

markiplier stay safe! <3

It didn’t all go dark the moment the jaws clamped down on Evan’s skull btw. He passed out about halfway through the drive to the hospital. He was awake for Mike panicking and apologizing, for William rushing in and wrapping his head in a towel and eventually taking it off because the blood just started caking it to his face and he couldn’t see. He was awake for a lot of the drive. He could hear William shouting at Mike to keep him awake, Mike shaking him and apologizing and dripping tears all over him while Elizabeth just stared in shock. At some point in the drive he wasn’t lucid enough to understand what was going on, only that Michael had hurt him and now he wouldn’t stop touching him, talking to him as all he wanted to do was drift off. He tried to pull himself away, but that just opened the wound even more.

The last bit of consciousness he remembered was driving past their house and trying to ask through the haze if he could go in and get his toys. No one could understand what he was saying by then, which didn’t matter, since he didn’t get to finish his sentence anyway.