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Rebloging again because yes Bryan x Kai too HELL YES

One of my absolute favorite tropes is “We have taken the one you love most!” “Oh, have you? Good fukken luck lmao” *distant screams of kidnappers as loved one escapes* or the flipside: “We’ve kidnapped you!” “You are in so much trouble. You are in so much fucking trouble. You are in the most trouble ever, oh my god.” *DOOR EXPLODES INWARDS AS LOVED ONE ARRIVES* and the alternate: *vehicle pulls up, door opens, person is shoved out, door slams, vehicle screeches away* “Did you get kidnapped??” “For a minute yeah”

This, right here

Father-son bonding :)

Bryan and Gregory my beloved.

I dunno where they are. I don’t know how to do backgrounds.

Gregory’s asking about Bryan’s childhood. Bryan responds that he studied a lot and was a pretty silly kid. He lies about his toys that he gave to Gregory was the toys he used as a kid. He bought it as an adult. He will do everything in his power for Gregory to have a childhood.

My guy has white hairs. He is s t r e s s e d. But he loves his kids.

TheFamousFilms sketches/doodles

EB/Vile

Evil Bryan >:DDDDD

Well, more like Evil Fnaf Bryan. A Fnaf universe Bryan that turned evil. Post End Game where no one survived. I’m sorry Lefty :,)

He decided to leave his universe and cause havoc in other universes :D

Basically a Mercenary. You pay him, he does what you ask. Get some info. Sabotage someone. Silence someone. The whole shebang. Pay him handsomely, he will make himself look like a fool and be the distraction you want him to be :)

Headcanon: He totally smokes. Definitely. He also uses kunai as his main weapon.

Dialogue:

EB: *reads the contract* Basically…you want a distraction.

Bryan: Yup!

EB: And you want me to make myself look like an idiot?

Bryan: Yup!

EB: …

EB: Pay me triple and I’ll do it.

Bryan: Deal!

“Being underestimated is one of the biggest competitive advantages you can have. Embrace it.” - from somewhere in the internet

So this is my theory paragraph that was made after the Dylan is my brother episode and after rewatching some stuff from both channels, this was all made before the season finale I must warn you just in case my crazy brain says some stupid shit:

I think Bryan might just turn out to be the replacement for Mary in FNAC 3, because he started to get therapy right after his bio dad’s death and since Dylan confirmed he and Bryan used to go to Rat and Cat theater together it wouldn’t be hard to say this could be true, and I think the therapist Bryan was seeing was his now father, and his mother married him for how well he carried for Bryan and that’s why he always thought that Amiri was his father because that’s as far back as he can remember, and Dylan says that the reason Bryan can’t remember is because he probably repressed it like Dylan did, and we know the reason Dylan probably repressed it is because of the trauma from losing a father and his mother not caring for him and him being given to relatives other than being with his mother or Bryan’s mother, so I think the reason Bryan repressed his memory of that time and all of it before the incidents is because he was Mary, hiding in the cleaning closet as he watched past Vinnie commit his crimes on the two men, ending in their lives being lost and Bryan losing his father before his eyes

TheFamousFilms Crafting Dead Doodles

Aight, so, Crafting Dead was the second series I watched from Bryan’s channel (The first was Fnaf Hotel lmao) and it holds a special place in my heart.

So here’s a doodle of Bryan and Cassie!

It’s a shame their relationship wasn’t explored more. Like actually. They gave about an 8 (?) month time skip and suddenly they were dating. Like bruh. At least give them more moments of them falling in love.

I imagined their relationship being like the playful competitive couple type. Like they always try to better one another and teases each other when they lose. (In this case, Bryan.) But whenever one of them is in a rut, they go to help each other out, a helping hand or a shoulder to cry on.

Their relationship was never great by any means (lying about a certain brother and responsibilities weighing heavily on one instead of two.) but gosh, compilations of certain streamers just made me think of these two. I dunno why.

And goddarnit I want CD!Bryan to grow as a person, alright?

I have an Au in the works, basically a continuation of the last episode uploaded where Bryan left Alpha Haven to figure out some stuff on his own.

To better himself really. To become a better person than who he was when he joined Alpha. And so he can finally be the person that Cassie needs.

(Let me have this.)

A reflection and major character development with some reimagined characters from another zombie apocalypse roleplay that was discontinued might be seen here ;)

Maybe I’ll be able to flesh it out more to share. (Like my other Au’s) I dunno. We’ll see.

(It was Reechu.)

TheFamousFilms doodles!

I can’t stop drawing this guy. He’s kinda my favorite. By a lot. So here’s more Fnaf!Bryan doodles!

An au. But with a bit of canonicity? I don’t really know how to explain it.

It’s technically canon that Bryan has survivors guilt. Duh. My guy killed all of his friends in a single night and was only able to save one. And said one died in the end (but not in this au :D) Bruh. Who wouldn’t be traumatized?

And to put more insult to injury, he basically gaslit himself into thinking that said friends weren’t dead. For a year. By hanging out with clones. Clones. And he only came to accept that fact after the clones died. Like bro, he willingly chose to believe that living (he practically lived in that park in S2) with cop outs was better than, y’know, grieving.

He needs therapy. A lot.

But yeah. This is a canon divergence where Bryan never died. But did something stupid anyway. That’s not the point though. These doodles focus on how he acts in this au (hopefully I got the cold attitude down with that one pose XD) and his crippling guilt. So. Yeah.

Also buff Bryan for life. My guy broke a stone counter with barehands. Don’t tell me he ain’t packing some muscles.

And a personal headcanon of mine? Pigpatch was the one that trained him :)

(If you see it, you see it. Hint: put the brightness to max. I’m sorry for your eyeballs.)

Dying? Puh-lease. It’s never gonna happen. Probably.

TW: Slight gore, mentions and implied dissociation

Dripping water echoes around the bathroom he crammed himself in.

The lights were off, darkness all around as he let out cough after cough before wiping the trail of something in his mouth. Blood or drool, he doesn’t know. He’s guessing it’s the latter.

With the ache in his stomach probably had something to do with it.

Bryan chuckled and it reverberated around the empty walls, bloody ones if he wasn’t so careful. He can’t say the same about the floor though. He’ll need some hydrogen peroxide to completely clean it up.

Speaking of a clean up…

He tentatively placed his palm over the wound, warm sticky liquid began to coat it, and Bryan felt like he could puke.

He does not. Swallowed the burning vile right back and going back to survey the damage.

Bryan knew that his death left marks. Several marks. Too many marks.

One was Steve, his suit still reeked with his corpse, being inside it for more than a year.

The other was his body, littered with scars from head to toe. At times, pain ran through his body like pricks of needles even when he was just standing. Painful needles. He’s guessing it’s from getting chunks of his body chopped off to be replaced by metal.

Maybe that’s why his skin looked like it was frankensteined together every time he looked into a mirror.

The most remarkable scar was on his stomach. No kidding. It did take most of the blow than the rest of his body. And the thing that needed to be cut up the most to get rid of the mush organs. It was closed that time around though, evidence of it being pierced with a knife revealed in dark patches and lines running across it.

Now, it was not. Now…well…

“Stay away from him!”

There was a gun pointed at him. At him. At his kid. At his son while he was on the ground with scratched knees and tears in his scared oh so scared brown eyes.

And there was a grin on the bunny’s face.

Oh that bastard.

His teeth grit.

And Bryan ran. Like he never had before. With more force and speed he never knew his legs could carry him at. He struck like a lightning bolt, jumping in front of the boy’s body—

“Dad!”

He choked, spit and blood spluttering over his mouth before he was thrown back, hard.

Wheezes and coughs escape him as he rolls and rolls until he stops with his side on the ground. He moved with a choked scream, trembling to pick himself up. He breathed heaving breathes, eyes flitting around trying to find a blue cladded boy.

Small hands circle around his neck and tears fall on his face.

“Dad I…I…oh my god I’m so—“ Smaller breaths hitched as whimpers and stutters escape him, young eyes blown wide and terrified and haunted at the sight in front of him. Bryan lifted a bloody hand to point their faces right each other, away from the blood, away from the fucking hole in his stomach, and he bit a sound of pain as he maneuvers himself to face the kid.

He smiled, shakily, he could barely keep it in place. “I’m okay. I-I’ll be ok-okay.”

Fat dough tears roll down his son’s face. “You’re lying.” He cracked. “You’re-you’re ly-ing.”

He hushed him, pulling him close and letting the teary face bury itself in his chest. “Shhh…we’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.”

He looked up at the enemies in front of them, eyes narrowed, exhausted, but determined, as his free hand opened.

“Close your eyes for me, hm?”

A purple glow surrounds them and he hears screams of alarm. He does not care. “Just close your eyes, Greg.”

And they fall.

He curled himself around his trembling son, feeling a familiar yet unwelcomed surge of energy rippling through his body as time and space opened for them.

They fall and Bryan used the momentum to switch their positions with him on the bottom and his son cushioned on top.

Something follows them down, a security bot, and Bryan thought.

Colorful tables and lights. Large stages. Red curtains. Checkered tables. Starry floors.

Home. Bring them home.

And something trailed down his cheek.

He forced the universe to open up again and—

“What the—“

—his palms close with a crack and the portal above them snapped shut. A severed head fell on the ground with them.

“Holy shit!”

He’s brought back to reality when a creak hit his throbbing ears.

“Don’t.” He said to the darkness, knowing a hand was on the switch. “You don’t wanna see this.”

“Do I?”

His head shook, an unamused smile on his face. “No. You really don’t.”

Dylan closed the door behind him, the crack of light now gone. “Are you talking about me or you?”

Bryan shrugged, aware that the other wouldn’t see.

“Trust me. It’s bad.”

A hum. “Then why did you go last?”

Silence.

It rang and it echoed. He didn’t answer. He’s not sure he could.

“Don’t know?”

Bryan gave a hum of confirmation.

Sounds of shuffling got closer and Dylan’s knees hit his back. “Does it…” Cold fingers touch his back. More specifically the hole piercing through his back. “hurt?”

It throbbed but it’s bearable. It’s not as bad as it was before. “No.” Maybe that was a bad thing.

“Really?” An unconvinced voice echo behind him.

Bryan smiled, before touching his stomach again. He squeezed it. There’s no pain anymore. Shock maybe?

His hand travelled from his stomach to his chest, feeling his ribs. His heart beats slow. And as seconds pass, it gets slower.

He sighed and slumped, fingers keeping his head from falling. He had a feeling this would happen.

At that point, he can’t feel his heart beating anymore.

And in tandem, Dylan asked, “why aren’t you…dude.” He shoved him lightly. “Breathe.”

At the request, Bryan took a breathe. The oxygen entering his lungs felt odd. Colder. Foreign. And mid breath, Bryan snorted.

He stopped taking a breath and laughed quietly, his voice hoarse. “I’m not even surprised anymore.”

“Surprised with what?”

He smiled, reddish teeth bared.

“Hear my chest, Dylan?”

Silence. Then he moved closer, this time planting an ear on his chest.

A breath hitched. It’s not his.

Guess it wasn’t just him dissociating.

He felt eyes staring up at him. “You’re…”

“A corpse? Yup.”

He snickered at the irony. A man brought back from the dead was now a living corpse, still alive and kicking but medically dead as fuck.

He died. Again. Just a few seconds ago. And yet he’s still wide awake and not in that eternal rest everyone kept yapping about.

He felt his grip tighten. “Why are you so calm about this?”

“It’s not really new at this point.” Again, he shrugged. This time, Dylan felt it.

Then again, it wasn’t like his first death was restful.

Maybe that’s why he’s not surprised anymore.

“But you’re…human. You’re not even in the suit anymore.”

“And here I am using my corpse. What’s the difference?”

Another round of silence.

“So…you’re a zombie now?”

Bryan let out a laugh. “Yeah. Pretty much.”

“…geez this family is weird.” He felt Dylan get up and cupboards opening caught his attention.

That makes Bryan smile genuinely. “Tell me about it.” He gazed at the source of the sound. “What’re you doing?”

“Getting a first aid kit.”

Bryan shook his head. “Leave it. It’s not like it’s gonna help anyway.”

Dylan got it out anyway, laying it and opening it on the floor behind him. “Do you want people to see you a bloody mess?”

Bryan paused. Before nodding. “Fair point.”

With a cap opening, Dylan hummed. “So…you have any plans on hiding…whatever this is?”

Bryan thought. “Maybe. Keep breathing or something?”

Dylan snorted before wrapping his back and stomach with bandages after cleaning the wound. “And the heartbeat?”

Eyes glance at the red jacket hanging on the door knob. “Several ideas.”

And another round of silence.

“Hey Dylan?”

“Yeah?”

“If I start biting people, tie me up and burn my body.”

Bryan gagged when the bandages pulled a little tighter.