I Feel Like A Small Group Of Angry People Are Beating Scott Cawthon Into A Corner And Speaking For Others

I feel like a small group of angry people are beating scott cawthon into a corner and speaking for others and it’s unfair for everyone. 

I feel … maybe the fnaf tumblr could rally together to make him something? I just feel like if we could somehow sent him a group drawing or zine of appreciation it might send a positive message about the work he does. And perhaps bring a lot of “warring factions” together? It seems like warring factions sometimes online….

Maybe…. we lay down a theme and a game and a group of volunteers draw a pic around it? Do one for each game until we have a big PDF of THANK YOU style drawings to share with the community? Or is that too ambitious? I am a total newb as to how people have been doing these collab zines on tumblr ha ha

if anyone would be interested in helping develop an idea like this feel free to share and reblog this. 

A lot of you who follow this blog know i too, am a little fatigued on fnaf too (crash bandicoot is taking over my drawing time and I LOVE IT) so I can feel sympathy to how Mr Cawthon feels on the matter, definitely considering he is the man behind it ALL. 

Fnaf got me through some stressful times and got me creating art and even starting new hobbies and meeting new people. I know I’m not the only one so … let me know if it’s something we can all band together and do. 

August 3rd: Party

Most of the animatronics in series were created to be entertainers at children’s parties. On this day, create something around the idea of parties.

“Can you hear us? We.. We’re sorry… for what we did to you…”

“You didn’t deserve it… but we’ve come to make it right!”

“Look, BB’s here with some balloons, the Mangle brought cake, Chica has cupcakes for you, we even have Fredbear to sing for you… Please… just forgive us.”

“We want to make it up to you. Please. Let us give you the party you never got. Let us make this your Happiest Day.”

August 29th: Fire

It burns! On this day, create something about fire.

“They’re free now. They finally achieve their ‘good ending’. But I’m still here. Still burning. Still ‘alive’. Still suffering. But no matter what, I’m going to come find you, Father.”

August 6th: Games

It’s time to put on your game face! On this day, create something around the idea of games!

Didn’t have much time to make art today, so I decided to try to make a story. Eh, it’s been a while since I wrote something.

It was Just a Game

Characters: Plushtrap, Crying Child

POV: 1st Person (Plushtrap)

The child walked around the halls, his hands shaky, almost losing grip on the flashlight. I eyed him curiously, he was always scared. Why was he always scared?

It was just a game, after all.

He moved towards his usual spot in the hallway, flashing the torch once to signify that it was time to begin our game. We stood there for a few silent moments. His lip quivered, tears flowed down his face. Again? It’s only been a few... seconds? Minutes? It didn’t matter. It was just a game.

Finally deciding to move from my spot, I jumped off my chair and with a swift movement fled towards one of the doorways. Hearing my footsteps, he turned the light on, and I quickly slid in the doorway. He was sobbing now, I still didn’t understand why. Was I doing something wrong? Did he not like me? It didn’t matter.

It was just a game.

I continued trying to approach him. The air became tense, his breathing was uneven, and his soft sobbing turned to loud crying. He felt that I was near. He felt his timer running out. But what was the big deal?

It was just a game.

He frantically flashed the light, trying to stall me. Has he forgotten his goal? He was supposed to let me land on the ‘X’, not keep me away from it. But nevertheless, I moved forward. Standing still on the ‘X’, I waited. His flashlight clicked, but no light was produced. Not even a a bit. Oh well, that’s too bad.

He shook his flashlight violently, trying to get it to work. But nothing happened. By the time it did though, it was too late. I lunged forward, biting into his skull with my unsharp teeth, trying to bite off a piece. Hearing a crunch and feeling the blood and meat on my teeth, I walked back to my chair with a slight smirk. His still body dropped to the floor, forming a pool of blood on the blue carpet. Spitting out the chunks of meat, hair and what not, I sat on the chair, waiting to “reset” the game. It was too bad he didn’t make it. He almost got two hours off for tonight. Oh well. He’ll be fine, I thought to myself. After all, it was just a game.

So, I tried to redesign the way I draw the robots. Messing with the style, I began to make a few test drawings

But then suddenly:

Mango. Mango, what happened.

Mango screm

August 31st: End

All things come to an end. But what is that end? On this day, create something around the idea of endings.

Not necessarily an end, but I feel like something like this might happen after SL. Headlines probably read : “escaped animatronics yell for their dad at 3AM”.

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