I Realized I Signed My Tumblr Name Here But Forgot To Even Post It On Tumblr.

I realized I signed my Tumblr name here but forgot to even post it on Tumblr.

Anyway, this is my design for human Foxy! 

So, these are my designs for Nightmare Fredbear, along with a bit of details about him.

He is a GoodFriend ™, and only wants the best for the Crying Child, although Fredplush thinks otherwise...

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.

August 5th: Ships

What do you ship? On this day, create something about your favorite animatronic ship or even a few of your favorite ships!

To be honest, I only shipped these two because of ‘Night of Misfits’, and like BB was their child or something. Also, headcanon, in my AU, after the second Bite (yes, I believe in the Dual Bite Theory), Golden tried to cheer up Mangle by bringing them limited edition toys that he borrowed from Fritz’s desk before he was fired. 

Sure, plushies and figurines weren’t exactly helpful in the event that they were about to be scrapped, but Mangle appreciated the thought nonetheless. 

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 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.”