I Hope You Like My Scary Story, Friends, And I Hope It Doesnt Scare You Too Badly!

I hope you like my scary story, friends, and I hope it doesn’t scare you too badly!

(A little spoopy fun for your eclipse day! Thanks to @fnaffandomevents for Animatronic August!)

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

Whether you like Freddys or not, this is something pretty fucking awesome right here.

If I said when I was a kid “I want to make my own video game, all by myself, and there’ll be toys and Halloween costumes and lunchboxes at Wal-Mart!!!” someone would have explained to me that it doesn’t work that way, that games are products made by huge teams working for huge companies. One person doesn’t just “make a game” and be successful! That’s silly!

August 27th: Ice Cream

Ah, yes. The cold, delicious dessert that haunts Baby’s dreams! On this day, create something about ice cream!

“I still hear her sometimes... Why did that happen?”

good bear

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.