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    You were beginning to get used to your new life living in the disturbing pizzeria, but the animatronics sure weren't. Chica was correct when she stated they couldn't raise you properly. But even you knew they were trying their best. Though in some cases, their best wasn't quite well enough...
    One chilly Monday evening, after closing time and shortly before the security guard arrived, Chica had drawn the water (without touching it, mind you) for your bath. Sure, it was in the kitchen sink... but what else could you use? Besides, that sink was large enough, at least for a while...
    But you despised that sink. You loathed baths. So, like other bath-hating children, you stubbornly ran and hid in the best spot you could find. But unfortunately, she was better at playing hide-and-seek than you, so she found you rather easily.
    "But I don't wanna take a bath!" You whined as Chica victoriously carried you back into the kitchen.
    "Hehe, too bad!" Chica taunted, dragging the step-ladder in front of the sink before setting you down. Your gaze was glued to the door as you thought of an escape plan. Dart out the door, avoid going near the others, dodge any of their attempts of catching you, and finally find and lock yourself in the supply closet! ...Nah, they'd definitely get you. Hmm, maybe you could fib and say you bathed, when all you really did was stand around! Yes, a flawless plan! So that's what you would do.
    "Well, I'll leave you to it... I'll be waiting right outside the door, okay?"
    And with that, she was out, leaving you alone in the cold, spooky kitchen. Well, spooky when you were alone, that is. Ugh, why couldn't they just send you to bed like any other night? It was just as boring and sometimes spooky, but at least you had that blanket to protect you. Plus, after an entire day of continuous playing, you felt a little bit tired already. As a young child, you were fond of neither subject, but if you were to choose bedtime or bathtime, you'd actually choose bedtime.
    After a bit of waiting, you decided you had spent enough time standing, and proudly marched out the door.
    "That was quick..." Chica pointed out suspiciously. It felt like the longest moment of your life, but you didn't dare question it as you quietly strolled down the hallway.
    "Your hair's still dry! You didn't even wash your hair?" Your stroll came to a halt as you realized she caught on to the truth.
    "Uhh... yeah! I just dried it!" You lied, attempting to cover up your seemingly failing plan.
    "With what?"  Chica inquired, smirking.
    "With... the oven! Yeah!" You answered nervously.
    "So... you bathed, figured out how to turn on the oven, and then dried yourself, all in two minutes?"
    "...Yep!" At this point, you were sure your plan had failed. You were even more sure when you were sent back in.
    You sighed annoyingly as you dropped your dirtied clothes onto the tiled floor. Right before you stepped into the sink, your thoughts fell back to the clothing. You were sure you weren't supposed to wear the same thing for as long as you did, at least not without washing it often. Maybe you should wash your clothes, as well?
    You eagerly stepped into the sink, dragging your worn costume behind you. You were glad to finally be rid of the dirt and sauce stuck to your pretty dress. You would again be the glowing angel that the world deserved!
    When you brought the costume into the water, you noted it sent a little toy adrift. Picking it up and examining it, you quickly identified it as a little rubber ducky... dressed as a pirate. Odd, maybe it was from the Halloween event you had attended a little while ago. (Oh, you know the one...) Hehe, if Chica was often mistaken for a duck, and Foxy was a pirate...
    "Hey, Chica, look!" You giggled as you ran outside the kitchen, holding the rubber ducky in your small palms.
    "I found your son!"
    "That's just a toy, get back to your bath!"
    But no, you couldn't! You had to show Foxy the new toy you had decided to name for them, Chester. So you ran off to the Cove, zooming past Bonnie and Freddy.
    Now, they knew kids did pretty wild things. It wasn't uncommon to see one break rule four on their rule list.
    It was surprisingly uncommon to see one run around naked, holding a rubber ducky, all while being chased by an animatronic chicken.
-looks at old things in my gallery-

....I'm sorry you guys witnessed that. o_o
I know they were from a while ago but yeesh

But I've been practicing with new methods, tools, and a new style lately... and I think I've improved greatly since my last submitted art piece. 
I hope I improved, anyway. 
I also have some sense and maturity now...

I also really need to update my stuff ugh :l
I should get around to working on updates sometime this week.
That is, unless something pops up to keep me busy... like usual. 

But hey, I've been working on something for once! :D And if I decide to actually post these, I should have a few new projects coming up.
Even though I can barely update the ones I have going on already lol!!! -_-

Point is: I'm alive, bored, and wanted to ramble. 
Get ready for updates... eventually.
Sorry for being so slow. :l And for a few of those... past... things of mine. o_o 
  • Mood: Tense
  • Listening to: My attempts at playing the piano
  • Reading: Words
  • Watching: The computer screen
  • Playing: The piano (sorta)
  • Eating: Nothing
  • Drinking: Nothing


1.) Real Name: Shelby
2.) Nicknames: Shel, Shelbel, Sunrise, Mangle, Megan
3.) Zodiac Sign: Libra
4.) Male or Female: Female
5.) Nursery: None
6.) Primary School: Hell. ಠ_ಠ 
7.) Secondary School: Kickass High (nah, I'm homeschooled)
8.) Hair Color: It's... a lot of colors, really... but mainly red
9.) Long or Short: Long
10.) Loud or Quiet: Quiet
11.) Sweats or Jeans: Jeans
12.) Phone or Camera: I have neither but if I had to choose... camera, actually.
13.) Health Freak: No, but when I get the slightest pain, I freak out thinking something's deadly wrong 
14.) Drink or Smoke: Neither
15.) Do You Have A Crush On Someone: Well they're all fictional so...
16.) Political orientation: Dunno yet
17.) Piercings: None anymore
18.) Tattoos: None


19.) Airplane: No
20.) Car Accident: No 
21.) Fist Fight: No


22.) First piercing: Ears
23.) First Best Friend: A girl from elementary school named Hannah. Dunno about any current ones so
24.) First Instrument played: Piano... sorta
25.) First award: I got an award for having perfect grades once, believe it or not lol
26.) First Crush: This boy named Dalton 
27.) First Language: English
28.) First Big Vacation: Uhh... I guess it would be last year when we went to Florida?


29.) Last Person you talked to: My friend Trip
30.) Last Person You Texted: I don't have a phone
31.) Last Person You Watched: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (I'm kidding... I have no idea what this question means so...) 
32.) Last Food You Ate: Chips
32.) Last Movie You Watched: The Swan Princess
34.) Last Song You listened to: Radioactive
35.) Last Thing You Bought: It's been so long I don't even remember.
36.) Last Person You Hugged: Uhh... I think it was my dad. I don't know it was a few days ago.


37.) Food: Pizza or Chicken
38.) Drinks: Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, Mountain Dew
39.) Clothing: Anything comfy
40.) Book: Alice in Wonderland
41.) Color: Purple
42.) Flower: Sunflower or Honeysuckle
43.) Music: Pop, Rock, a few 80's songs
44.) Movie: Kill Bill Vol. 1 and 2, A Monster in Paris... a lot I'm not even gonna bother listing o_o
46.) Subjects: English


48.) [x] Celebrated Halloween
49.) [x] Had Your Heart Broken (Sorta? I guess?)
50.) [ ] Went Over the Minutes on Your Cell Phone 
51.) [ ] Someone Questioned Your Sexual Orientation. 
52.) [x] Used a Weapon (In a video game.)
53.) [ ] Breathed fire  
54.) [ ] Had an Abortion
55.) [x] Done something you've Regretted 
56.) [x] Broke a Promise (probably)
57.) [x] Kept a Secret 
58.) [x] Pretended To Be Happy
59.) [ ] Met Someone Who Changed Your Life 
60.) [ ] Pretended To Be Sick 
61.) [ ] Left The Country
62.) [ ] Tried something you normally wouldn't like, and liked it 
63.) [xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx] Cried Over The Silliest Thing 
64.) [ ] Ran a Mile 
65.) [x] Went To the Beach 
66.) [x] Stayed Single 


67.) Eating: Nothing
68.) Drinking: Apple Juice
69.) Getting Ready To: Sigh
70.) Listening To: Dr. Wanna Do
71.) Plans For Tomorrow/Today: Being careful 
72.) Waiting For: Shit to get set straight, Life to stop being a poo

73.) Want Kids: Yes
74.) Want To Get Married: Yes
75.) Careers in mind: I want to be an Author but I'll probably end up a Teacher... sigh


76.) Lips or Eyes: Eyes
77.) Shorter or Taller: Taller
78.) Romantic or Spontaneous: Dunno yet. 
79.) Nice Stomach or Nice Arms: .......
80.) Sensitive or Loud: Dunno yet, probably sensitive
81.) Hook-up Or Relationship: Relationship
82.) Troublemaker or Hesitant: Dunno yet.


83.) Lost Glasses/Contacts: No
84.) Ran Away From Home: No, but I once planned on it.
85.) Held A Weapon, For Self Defense: No
86.) Killed Somebody: I sure hope not... o_o None that I know of... (No.)
87.) Broken Someone's Heart: Yeah...
88.) Been Arrested: No.


90.) Yourself: Depends
91.) Miracles: Eh... sure.
92.) Love at First Sight: Nah
93.) Heaven: Yes
94.) Santa Claus: No 
95.) Magic: Nah


96.) Is There One Person You Wanna Be With, Right Now: I can't decide... but again, they're fictional... so lol
97.) Are You Seriously Happy With Where You Are, In Life: I'm okay, it used to be a lot worse. 
98.) Are You Happy With The Person You're With: I'm not with anybody.

99.) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


  • Mood: Uneasy
  • Listening to: Music
  • Reading: Words
  • Watching: The computer screen
  • Playing: On the computer
  • Eating: Nothing
  • Drinking: Apple Juice
    The doors to the well-known pizzeria were closed, the security guard of the week was already taken care of, and you were just tucked into bed. It was finally battle time. Though no one was truly ready, they managed to push their fear aside, for their leader. No, for their generation. Generation B believed they should continue living, it was not their time to leave this world. Generation C considered themselves to be brand spankin' new, they couldn't be obliterated yet! But there would still be endings. And it was time to find out whose.
    The animatronics sternly stared down their counterparts as they awaited their consent to begin their fight. Once the music box ended its gloomy tune, the fight would begin. When it finally came to a stop...
    You began stirring around in your sleep as the sounds of distant crashing and banging filled the dry, chilly air. Your eyes flickered open after the amplifying noises interrupted your sleep. The booming noises were soon accompanied by the sounds of hissing and screaming. You were a bit concerned; what was causing all of this noise now? This happened every night, it seemed, but not this loudly. It seemed to be from a different location than normal, too. Was this to happen every night of you living here? You tried asking the others about it before, but they only blamed it on nightmares you supposedly had. And sometimes Chica would make a lot of noise in the kitchen, maybe it was just her? It sounded like multiple people, though... Well, it's been happening for quite some time now, and they were always okay the next day, perhaps you should go investigate?
    You gripped onto the blanket covering you and stood up from the couch. After gathering your courage, you moved closer to the door, your heart thumping louder after each step. You peeked out of the doorway, and...
    "Hi, [Y/N]!" Your friend BB happily greeted.
    "Eek!" You jumped back, startled by his sudden appearance. “BB, what are you doing here? Are you okay? I hear a lot of scary noises...”
    "Hm? Oh, that... Uh, that's just... the others playing a board game! Yeah! That's it..." BB answered, covering up what was really taking place.
    "Oh, a game! Can I play?" You asked hopefully.
    "Sorry, the game can only hold up to..." He began, counting on his non-existing fingers. "...Ten players. But I could play with you, instead!" He offered, attempting to lead  you back into hiding, out of the way.
    "Okay! What game?" You questioned, not moving from your spot.
   "Um..." Before he could suggest anything, there came a loud crash that seemed uncomfortably close. Turning his head in the noise's direction, he found one fight moving down the hallway, slowly coming closer.
    "We'll decide inside!" BB panicked, shoving you back inside before you could see the fighters.
    Once again, you were sitting on the couch, pondering what to do, while attempting to ignore concerning sounds. At least you had a friend with you. And you were staying up past your bedtime, which was usually enjoyable for a child such as yourself. With no adult supervision, too! Surely it wouldn't be so bad.
    "So... have you decided what to play yet?" You asked eventually, your excitement growing.
    "Hmm... how about--"
    "Such a pathetic fool!" A furious, unsettling voice began, unintentionally silencing BB. You jumped up in alarm, you had never heard such a scary voice! It didn't match anyone you knew, not even Mitchie when she was angry. Who was this new person? Perhaps it was best you didn't know. But BB knew, he knew all too well-- it was the Marionette.
    "You think your second life just happened by chance?" The demonic voice continued, your distress growing so large, you clung onto BB for safety. The voice sounded like it was outside the Cove... it was loud. Judging by his words and the foe he was battling, BB assumed this shouting was directed towards Gold.
    "I gave you this second chance! You should be on my side, not fighting against it!" The voice only grew louder and louder, it seemed. Either something bad indeed was going on, or you only had company over, getting angry over the board game. Now you were glad you weren't able to play. You didn't like scary sore losers.
    "Screw you!" Another voice -- which sounded a lot like Gold -- yelled, followed by another loud crash.
    The scary voice didn't speak again after that, much to your (and BB's, in a way) relief. There were still distant noises continuing, though... But after calming down and choosing games to play, you soon found it easy to ignore them. They were only playing after all... right?
    At last, the fighting was finally over. Generation B -- the toys -- was defeated, leaving Generation C standing in victory. But not without any damage, of course. They earned cuts and tears, lost nuts and bolts, perhaps even a limb or two, but it was really a simple fix. They were just glad every member of their group was still standing.
    "Heh... That wasn't so hard..." Chica chuckled, gazing down at her opponent's broken plastic pieces.
    "Well damn, they weren't that much younger than Gold, and he's ancient..." Bonnie joked, setting down his now-damaged guitar.
    "Hey, I heard that..." Gold returned, smirking.
    "Yeah yeah, I know, they were just sitting in a room, rotting for years--"
    "Wait..." Freddy interrupted, looking concerned. "What about BB?"
    After a silent moment of realization, all ran to the Cove.
    "BB! BB, wake up!" When the animatronics rushed into the room, you were trying to shake your friend awake, who was lying on the floor motionless.
    "[Y/N], what happened?" Bonnie asked urgently.
    "He fell down and then went to sleep!" You answered, beginning to feel annoyed at the fact he wasn't waking up. The animatronics' eyes fell upon his hat and the top of his head, lying disconnected to the rest of his body. Lying beside the hat appeared to be a tiny chip.
     The truth was that BB didn't just fall. You pushed him. But you were only being playful, it was an accident. You shoved him just a bit too hard, causing him to lose his balance. He fell and hit his head against the chest, causing parts to fall off. Being a rather old and outdated robot, things were rotten and loose, so it's no wonder his head broke along with the chip falling out...
    But don't feel guilty. It was an accident, and he would most likely die anyway. Generation C would have had to do away with him to win. But he was in a way your counterpart. You were following the rules.
    You were sitting at a table, sadly eating away at a slice of leftover pizza. It was nice finally being able to sit outside the backstage, you had to admit, but you were still upset. You were just informed that your friend BB went away, along with Fred, Chickadee, Mangle, and Bon. So many others had already left, and now your new friends leave, too. You were always okay with waiting, but it gets a bit sad and lonely after a while. You were really starting to miss everyone that had left... Where was everyone going? You were getting a little scared, would the others leave, too?
    Your thoughts were interrupted by Gold appearing in the seat beside you.
    "Hello." The golden bear greeted softly.
    "Hi." You responded gloomier than your normal self.
    "You seem a little sad." Gold pointed out.
    "Yeah..." You set  your pizza slice down and pushed the plate away.
    "I'm sorry about your friends. I know it isn't easy." He spoke as you laid your head down onto the table.
    "It's okay. They'll come back." You turned your head and gave him a soft, faint smile.
    "Well..." he began, hoping to lighten the mood. "I brought you something." You sat back up as he took out the object.
    "I think my old... friend would want you to have this." He set the small object on the table. It looked like the music box from the locked room... Hmm, was that scary voice the puppet's?
    You picked up the music box and wound it up. It played the same tunes...
    "Thank you!" You smiled at him, your gloominess fading away. "Hey... Goldie?"
    "Everyone I like keeps going away... Please don't go away."
    You were sitting in the Cove, spending time with Foxy and your new friend, BB. Foxy finally allowed you to invite BB over to play for a little while. After noticing you started to pay all of your attention to BB, Foxy soon decided that he had made a mistake. But how could you not spend all your time talking to BB? It turns out you two had a lot in common! You were both kids (sort of, you were not yet aware he was not the average human boy), you both enjoyed games, and you were both close to a fox at some point. The fox that BB was close to was actually Foxy's grandfather, you understood. So that would make Mangle his mother. You found it sad that he and the others wouldn't visit their own parents. And according to BB, they were even fighting! You'd do anything to visit your parents, just once. Even if they only spewed out their "when I was your age" stories. Which made you wonder...
    "Hmm, BB? Who are your parents?" You glanced over to BB, full of curiosity.
    "Hmm... I don't know, I don't think I have any." He replied, seeming unaffected by the question. Another thing in common; you two didn't have any parents.
    "Oh... Mine are gone. I'm still waiting for them." You stated, looking back at the floor. "Well... wanna play a game?" You looked back up to him, quickly trying to change the subject.
    "Okay! What game?" You instantly gained his full attention.
    "How 'bout house? I can be the mommy, and you can be the daddy!" You suggested, hoping he wouldn't complain about it as much as Foxy did.
    "Ehh... sure!" The boy agreed, much to your delight. You hopped off the couch and skipped over to the toy chest, and after flipping it open, you began to select your favorite dolls.
    "Ah! Hold up! Yer not allowed t' play with dolls for a while, remember?" Foxy stopped you, hiding the smirk on his face.
    "Oh... Okay, we can just play with these stuffed animals!" You grinned, pleased for the loophole you had just found.
    "I think those still count as dolls..." His smirk only grew a little larger.
    "Okay... theeeeeen... you could be the baby!" You giggled, your statement wiping the smirk off of the smug fox's face, and earning a giggle from BB.
    And of course, the poor fox had to give in and play the role of the child. He found it ironic, he used to despise playing the father, but now, he'd kill for that role. But, of course, killing was an everyday thing for him...
    Oh, but you don't need to know that just yet.
    Once again, the golden bear appeared before the Marionette, this time in private. The tension between the two was still present.
    "What is it this time?" Gold question sternly, still peeved from their previous conversation.
    "We still have a disagreement to settle." The Marionette calmly responded, not letting his anger shake him.
    "Yes, I suppose we do..." The golden spirit sighed, turning away from the slim figure standing before him. "We both seem set in our ways... so how do you suppose we settle this?"
    "We fight for it. My generation against yours. Once one entire generation is obliterated, the remaining ones can do as they please." The Marionette smoothly proposed.
    "That sounds risky... but it seems to be the only way..." The golden bear spoke as he carefully considered. "...It appears I'll have to agree to this plan."
    "Very well. Tonight, after closing time."
    "A fight to the death?" Each of the animatronics gasped when their leader told the news.
    "Yes, and I'm counting on all of you to win. You will all be battling with your counterpart." The leaders informed their followers. "This will take place tonight, so prepare quickly."
    "Tonight? That's not enough time!" The followers exclaimed, their alarm growing bigger.
    "There isn't time to be wasting. Your goal is quite simple; remove the chip from the inside of their head." Their leaders calmly explained.
    "How is that simple?" A few questioned their leader, panic beginning to build up.
    "You may all have your own methods of doing it... just get the job done. Remember I will be fighting beside you all. Good luck." And with that, the leaders left their followers to prepare. Of course, the animatronics were shocked, a bit too shocked. That night could be the night of their end. But of course, everything has an end...
    Even you.
(Had to repost, so..)

1. Tell you something I learned about you by looking at your DA page for 13 seconds.
2. Tell you a color you remind me of.
3. Tell you my first memory of you.
4. Tell you what movie, TV, or video game character you remind me of.
5. Ask you a question.
6. Tell you something I like about you.
7. Give you a nickname.
8. Tell you the object that is to the left of me.
9. Dare you to post this in your journal.
  • Mood: Neutral
  • Listening to: Noises
  • Reading: Words
  • Watching: The computer screen
  • Playing: On the computer
  • Eating: Nuthin'.
  • Drinking: Dr. Topper

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