Artificial Hearts

 “The name’s Freddy Fazbear, and Ah welcome ya to our home. Play nice. Get ta know us (about). Read them rules down below... Don’t break any of ‘em.”

  A multi-muse blog dedicated to a heavily canon-divergent depiction of the animatronics from the Five Nights at Freddy’s series. We primarily focus on Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie, Foxy, and Chica in this blog - however, many other characters can make an appearance, such as Evan Afton, Fredbear, and more recently, GlamRock Bonnie.

Sideblog to the @surveillancebunny. If the bunny follows you, then we can interact - you’re not required to follow the bunny.

Bonnie is... a bit of a paradox for me to draw. He’s a rabbit, sure - but also bulky and boxy (to a degree that his human counterpart is always on the chunky side). He’s neurotic, but usually looks lazy or sleepy. He’s supposed to look cute-ish, yet also unsettling and uncanny. His ears are big - but frankly, they’re normally out of the way, and easily dismissible. Ultimately... He’s also supposed to be menacing and intimidating - yet of course, I can never quite nail that last descriptor...

I feel as if I am always missing some type of key characterization when I draw my Bonnie... But the more I draw him, the more he just comes out like this.

This is mostly why I avoid having a lot of art of the OG’s. They just... take on a different shape in my style. I feel as if other artists can make their designs recognizable even they look nothing like the originals - I did not achieve this yet, unfortunately. There would really be no way of telling that MY Bonnie is from FNaF.

(Maybe it’ll help when I add the bowtie)

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All things considered... Bonnie probably became my favorite animatronic to write in any situation. Freddy is a close second - but he is situational. I need the right type of RP partner and/or setting for him to properly shine, otherwise his subtleties simply go unnoticed and his portrayal turns generic. Bonnie, however... I can write him in any scenario. Any place, any time, any character, I’m comfortable with adding to his backstory on the fly, and am confident in knowing how to portray him each step of the way.

an  eyeroll  and  more  grumbling ;  what  else  did  he  expect  from  that  long-eared  scamp ?  surely  not  a  direct  answer ,  oho  no ,  bonnie  had  to  keep  it  vague  and  it’s  wasting  his  time !  regardless  that  he  was  not  doing  much  to  begin  with– 

before  the  sour  fox  could  tell  off  the  rabbit  once  more ,  the  mention  of  freddy  and  chica  knabs  his  attention  like  a  vessel  abruptly  hitting  shore .   foxy’s  loose  jaw  swings  as  his  head  jerks  toward  the  rabbit’s  voice .  ack !  curiosity  AND  greed !  his one   of  many   weaknesses !  no  way  that  ol ’  bear  and  chicken  gettin’  to  whatever  bonnie  had  to  show  first ! 

“ a- avast  ye ,  bonnie !  i’m  comin’ !  ”  hook ,  line ,  and  sinker .  curtains  are  ripped  open  and  the  distant  sound  of  metal  hitting  the  checkered  floor   indicates  the  pirate  fox  is  closing  in ,  and  fast .   

bad  decision . 

there’s  a   wall  of  red   at  the  entrance  of  the  cove ,  a  wall  that  is  certainly   NOT  supposed  to  be  there .   it  was  actually  pretty  impressive ,  considering  that  it  was  made  solely  out  of  plastic  cups  and  by  blocky  animatronic  fingers .   

of  course ,  foxy  has  no  time  to  appreciate  the  spectacle  ,  and  only  learns  this   AFTER   he  SMASHES  through  said  wall –  red  cups  go  EVERYWHERE .  the  stunned  fox   practically  slips  trying  to  slow  down  his momentum .

“  …  this  means  war .  ”

  For a few, irritating seconds, Bonnie wasn’t sure if the trick had worked... They were dangerously close to mini tantrum at this point. How dare Foxy not heed his call this instant! The large animatronic softly shuffled in place, resisting the distinct urge to stomp his feet, break something, or clean something...

  Bonnie’s impatience nearly ruined everything, as he was about to give the fox a piece of his mind- until he heard the shout, frozen with his snout open. “...oh!”

  And then, it happened.

  A wonderful, horrendous chaos of cups exploding absolutely everywhere !!! Along with the mess came a symphony of bop bop bops from each individual plastic cup bouncing off every known surface. Bonnie was definitely covered in cups - both ears having cups hanging from his ears, but he didn’t care about the chaos or the mess. Only the humor.

  “ Hahahahahhahaha! That was perfect !!! “ Bonnie was absolutely shameless as he laughed openly at the prank victim - though he did have the sense to back away to the nearest doorway, “ Dunno what you’re talkin’ about! Those are clearly all your cups. I mean, “ The snarky rabbit smirked at him, “ They’re red, like you are. “

A gasp sounded from the chick as she whirled around to see Freddy, on his feet and gazing down at her. She stood straight back up with a smile on her face, giving him a friendly wave in greeting.

“Oh hi Freddy! You startled me for a second there,” she laughs, “I was just visiting you guys again so you don’t feel so lonely. I don’t know if anybody else knows how boring it is back here.”

Chica bent down to pick up her prop cupcake. “I just hate that you’re left out of the fun outside. So, I’ve been coming back here every so often to make it easier.” She holds it in an offering of friendship, that infectious smile never leaving her beak.

  Freddy looked rather impassive as he stood there. Dirty optics were half-lidded as they focused on her, and his slightly-loose jaw didn’t move as his voice box roughly rang out in reply. “...w-w-... Well, ain’ that mighty sweet of ya.” He hummed, intrigued by the supposed sweetness of this new animatronic. The bear didn’t have the heart to tell her that she was wasting her time. 

   “...w-w-w... We appreciate the notion, but...” What excuse would appease the other? “...b-b-b... best not ta leave the children unattended!” ...Truth be told, he didn’t want to drag the sweet bot down with them. This was her time, and he’d be remiss if she ran into any trouble...

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Mmmm... Honestly, it's hard for me to get critical here. I prefer to avoid taking the games too seriously or being too critical of them - most of my love for this fandom honestly comes from other fandom creations! (Seriously, the art freakin ROCKS)

So I really had to wrack my brain here... Because, gawsh, I kinda love my darlings, so what could I possibly complain about??...

I guess... the voices for the OG gang are my biggest tiff. Just haven't heard one I liked... Not to mention that we don't get the chance to hear 'em! FnaF AR is the closest I can get. Actually, all the sounds the animatronics make in general in FnaF 1 seem very awkward and unfitting to me. I can never quite fit Freddy's laugh to the actual animatronic - however, I can forgive that for the sake of uncanniness as the bots CAN make odd sounds. But even their footsteps never quite made sense to me...

Maybe I'm just too attached to the voices I imagine for my gang.

/ / / / / / @viviskull asked...

... Good question. ... I have... no idea!

I don't remember how, who, where, why, or even when, but at some point I found some amazing art and fanfiction for Five Night's at Freddy's, and... I became h o o k e d . I don't even know why this happened, there had been no major game release at the time. I had grown tired of the game theory video's... Truthfully, FnaF kinda came out of no where and hit me like a damn truck.

Two months after reading every single FnaF fanfic I could find, I began searching for RP partners online to write with. Five months later, I turned to Tumblr... The rest is history.

The ultimate draw of this fandom is really the characters I invented, and the setting. There is something inherently fascinating to me about sentient machine life trying to find it's way in the world within the most unlikely body while encountering the most tragic events. Further combining this notion with found family themes ... and unhealthy toxic coping mechanisms.

 Bonnie was waiting eagerly, blocky teeth exposed in a big, excited grin. Any second now - Foxy would either sprint into a chaos of cups and clumsiness or be baffled by the pyramid trapping him within the cove. Whether he’d be baffled, angry, or even just amazed - the rabbit was eager to see the other’s reaction. He won’t admit how long it took, but it took quite awhile to set up this pyramid...

 ...So one could easily imagine how his grin crumbled at Foxy’s initial answer. The entire point of the joke depended on the stubborn pirate getting off his arse and seeing this ridiculously fun creation - but no. The damned vulpine decided to be lazy today.

 Honestly, Bonnie felt as if he would never truly understand Foxy’s moods...

 “ W- Wh... “ It almost sounded more like a whine rather than an attempt at a word. For a few seconds, Bonnie didn’t know what to do, quickly becoming outraged and, frankly, feeling a tirade of complaints about to hit - But then, he went still as Foxy cut in once more, proving that curiosity was going to be Bonnie’s best tool right now. His blocky grin returned, paws rubbing together like they always did when he thought he was being clever. “ Oooh it’s something really cool, Foxy. Honestly- I can’t even explain it! You just have to see! It’s right out here, too- “