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Hello, friends. My, it's been a long time since I posted, hm?

I'll cut past more flowery language to say that I'm okay! I'm alive, at least. It's funny that I seem to come back to this blog when big life changes happen, it makes me happy to remember that this place could be even a small source of joy for people.

Admittedly, I don't believe I was built for the consistent blogging thing, and while FNAF will always have a place in my heart (and the fixation of which may occasionally be re-sparked), I fully accept at this point I will never pick this blog back up with any level of seriousness. That fantasy has sadly passed.

I appreciate every single one of you for having showed any level of interest, and I'm truly sorry I strung people along for so long because I was convinced this would be my "thing". I've made similar attempts in recent history, and they've panned out quite similarly, haha.

I'll keep this blog up for the sake of being an archive, and if I ever make FNAF art again, I'll make an effort to post it here simply for the sake of it. I appreciate every single one of you, and if you ever need a place to scream into the void, my ask box will remain open.

In the meantime, have a fic!

I'm dying I randomly came across this and I need to know if the quotes from you

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Some messages between me and a friend that have been taken completely out of context

Vincent: "I didn't kill you, therefore we're friends."

Scott: "You're not holding anything."

Vincent: "Like on a date or with a sniper gun?"

Vincent: "You know they say people who drink black coffee are psychopaths. So we must be perfect for each other."

Vincent: "What?"

Scott: "No murder."