FANTASY // FUN !

                                        𝓟𝓘𝓝𝓝𝓔𝓓 𝓟𝓞𝓢𝓣

    Welcome to PRIZECXRNER, an independent FNAF OC blog! I’m Lilmun, the local little Canadian Cryptid of the RPC, and I’m happy you took the time to look at this little blog of mine! Here you’ll find all the links you need in to get started(mainly for the convenience of mobile users, I know your pain), and it’s just a general greeting from yours truly!

    First of all, the links you’ll need to get started!

Blog Document(Rules, Abouts, Verses)

Are Mari and Alex a locked duo?

Relations(WIP, to be added)

    Now, for a little more about myself! I’m currently 20, and I’m in the general EST time zone but because of a messed up sleep schedule + being in my(hopefully) last year of high school I can be all over the place with replies and activity. Feel free to ask me for my discord if we’re mutuals—AKA, if I follow you from my hub blog, lilhub! This is a sideblog to that one, so I’ll always be following from there!

.....soooooo the muses took a nap. Kind of. But they're rearing their heads now!

By his Security Breach verse, Alexander probably has at least one restraining order from Fazbear’s. And thus he probably is not allowed within at least a hundred feet of the Pizza Plex, let alone inside of it.

Does he give a shit? No. He has a grandkid to find and do you think a little piece of paper will stop Alexander Emily?

out of all things, michael didn't expect himself to be stuck with BABYSITTING . he could've been doing something else with his time! like, going out with his friends, or or— okay yeah, that's pretty much it.

it had all started when his father had offered michael to babysit mari for henry. of course, as michael tried to object, william simply cut him off. so now, he was just stuck here at the emily household until henry gets back. good thing he was getting cash for this.

then, he turned his attention to marianne.. the kid who he was SUPPOSED to be watching, but he had instead just been sitting in silence while listening to his train of thought.

❝ mari ? ❞

“ Mm? ” The child is question looks up from her paper. A drawing of Fredbear, scribbled down in crayon, stands smiling and half-finished on the page. She was busy colouring in the messy mascot when she was interrupted by Michael, but that was fine—Marianne didn’t mind, really.

Daddy had to do something for work, today; and Alex was at a friend’s house, so there wasn’t anyone to watch her at home and she was too little to stay home alone. At least, that’s what her brother had said(with a smug grin and crossed arms to boot while she was sat pouting on the stairs).

...She wasn’t as disappointed once she found out Michael was going to come over and watch her, though. She liked him—he was nice, even though his friends weren’t sometimes.

         ​❝   i’m  fine  on  my  own.  ❞  gregory insists, laser gun pointed at the stranger as his posture remains hostile && tense. if vannessa && whoever that freaky rabbit lady were taught him one thing – it was that the adults in the pizza plex were not to be trusted. no one was for that matter – well, except freddy. but that was the sole exception, everyone else in this plex – they were just weird and crazy!

           gregory didn’t have time to stick around && chat, much more pre-occupied with his need to get the head of the robot in the race track. if he could just handle roxy – then monty – then things would probably be okay. he could last ‘til 6am with everything else – but those two were getting way too close to catching him for his own comfort. that – and freddy could do with the upgrades. it’d help them get further.

           he grits his teeth, holding onto the fazer blaster; it was one of his only means of defense – and that wasn’t a good thing. ❝  i’ve  got  a  lotta  stuff  to  do –  if  you’re  not  crazy,  just  lemme  go  so  i  can  get  it  done!   ❞  he puts his finger on the trigger of the fazer blaster.   ❝   or  else!   ❞

Okay, so this was an...interesting situation.

Being held at (laser)gunpoint by a kid that was....what, ten? Alexander is fairly sure that little thing won’t do much damage to him—the laser gun, at least. He knows from experience how volatile ten-year-olds can be; he was one once, after all.

Not to mention he had two kids of his own.

Alex still has his crowbar in hand when he raises his hands in a gesture of surrender—and attempt at peacekeeping. Even if that laser gun couldn’t do much harm to him, it could definitely fuck up his vision for a bit and that was the last thing he needed.

“ Woah there, kiddo. Who says ‘m crazy? ” It’s only a moment later that it hits him that an old man wielding a crowbar after-hours at a mega-plex would probably seem ‘crazy’ to a child. Or anyone, for that matter, and so he cringes and nods along.