(2) There is concept art for future Hex plushies. I have no idea if it’s for collabs, Security Breach Part 2, or a secret third thing. I also don’t know if it’s going to show up today.
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Joy of Creation Chica has shown up in an extended version of the Cupcake animation from earlier.
Besides Fanverse, no offical FNAF content has been teased. I am going to assume this is because no one has anything to really show until this Summer/Late Spring.
Several FNAF fan games will be the last things shown off at the stream. Multiple teasers from multiple people, so there might be a fan game y’all like.
The 50k donation goal has been hit. No other donation goals have been made due to time.
In somewhat related news, I am going to win my bet in an hour. No news on William Afton, no incentive to buy a Springtrap plush.
Gonna go play FNAF 3 for a bit. It is the game’s anniversary, after all.
Short FNAF 6 Fanfic (?): “Shattered Dreams, but Intact Teacups”
AKA “Dawko’s Princess Springtrap skit but I went overboard with the most in-verse scenario I could think of”. That’s it. That’s literally the explanation. This closest thing I have to a crack(ed) fanfic might be longer than my usual stuff, so I’ve put it below the cut. Happy reading?
Michael swung open the wooden door. Before him was a young man packing up his toolbox. And, behind him, was a lanky rabbit animatronic inspecting itself in some reflective surface. Michael leaned against the doorframe, a smile on his face. “So, how did the… ‘makeover’… go?” he asked with a warm, knowing tone.
“It was torture, but I got him all cleaned up for this party or whatever it is he’s got today,” the other man responded, sitting on top of his toolbox. “And it’s not even because of him! This whole cosmetic repair stuff is just a pain in the neck!”
“I would’ve gotten Mr. Cassette, but I have no idea where he lives,” Michael admitted sheepishly. “Given how Scraptrap’s attached to you, I thought you’d be a great substitute.”
“And you thought rightly,” the rabbit giggled, his tenor-like voice causing both of his listeners to turn their heads in his direction. “He repaired me and slipped that illusion disk on with no problems whatsoever! Like putting a watch on a wrist!”
“Speaking of watches,” Michael began, walking over to the rabbit. He lifted the robot’s gold-furred arm. On it was a silver set of one sliver watch and one gem-ridden ring. “These are your illusion disks,” he continued, watching the bunny’s expression closely. “If you lose them, you’ll ‘return’ to your old self again.”
Scraptrap’s eyelids lowered into a darkened brow. “The old Cinderella trick,” he muttered coldly, shaking his head. Then, his ears perked up. “But, that shouldn’t be a problem,” he grinned, springing to his feet. “I’m not planning on playing Cinderella today. I’m gonna be—“
“Princess Trapeze of the Fazbear Kingdom,” Michael interposed, bobbing his head in rhythm with his words. “Scrap Baby and Lefty have been chatting about it all morning. I’m surprised you’re going through with this—“
The chatter of the technician’s toolbox alerted the chattering pair. Once both pairs of eyes were on him, the young man stopped his getaway exit. “I, um, thought this would be a great time to leave,” he explained, only looking in their direction. “Have fun with this tea party… I guess?”
“I certainly will,” Scraptrap replied, giving a sort of haughty pose. “And, may I just say that you’ve made me look fabulous. Thank you so much for making me feel like royalty again.”
The man nodded before running into the hallway. His footsteps clonked farther and farther, causing the pair to snicker. “Looks like you scared him off,” Michael remarked, rolling his eyes. “Guess he doesn’t like the idea of you spending time with Liz.”
“I’d say it was some image of me in a frilly dress that caught him off-guard,” Scraptrap retorted, brushing back an ear as if it were hair. “Fortunately for him, I’m just resorting to my old tactic of wearing a toy crown. That should—” He stopped. His eyelids raised. His head whipped around, as if searching for something. Without saying another word to his own son, he rushed out into the same hallway. Michael followed close behind.
Meanwhile, in a party room some distance away, Lefty and Scrap Baby set the table. “So, do you think Scraptrap can make it?” the bear asked, her eyes focused on the tea sets. “I mean, I know he’s up for reliving old times, but…” She shook her head and slowly shut her eyes. “He probably thinks he’s too gross-looking for this sort of thing.”
Scrap Baby gently lowered her tray onto the table. Her glowing pupils fixed on her playmate. “I’ve been with him for months,” she reasoned, her faceplates twitching. “I know what he looks like.”
“So do I,” Lefty added, now positioning the tea cups and plates. “But you’ve gotta get into his head, Baby. He’s been given a chance to relive the moments when all he had to worry about was making sure Princess Spring-a-Ling was going to attend Cinder-Circus’ grand soirée. Only problem is, he’s nothing like the guy who wore bunny ears or whatever he did back then. He’s a literal rabbit that’s all icky and beat up. It’s like inviting Spring-a-Ling’s Frankenstein-like friend, except he’s missing an arm too. It feels awkward.”
“But Frankenstein isn’t a fairy tale,” Scrap Baby retorted, now sitting down in her seat. “It’s a horror story.”
“Well, whatever’s the closest to it in fairy tales,” Lefty shrugged. “I’m just saying he might chicken out because of that.”
Scrap Baby rested her chin on her normal hand. “Let’s see if you’re right,” she concluded darkly. “Just a few more seconds, and…”
The digital clock chimed the hour. The pair looked at the digital interrupter, then to the door. To their surprise, the door swung open. Out stepped a golden rabbit in a red, star-patterned vest and silver accessories. It watched as they stared at it, then at each other. “Oh, am I underdressed?” it asked in a nearly falsetto tone, readjusting the purple bow tie wrapped around its neck. “Or am I overdressed? When you’re a rabbit with little contact from outsiders, dress codes… get a bit tricky.”
“Well, I’m just wearing a metal bowl on top of my hat while she’s got two crowns on her head,” Lefty noted, gesturing to herself then to Scrap Baby. “I’d say you’re doing a lot better than us, really.”
Scrap Baby cautiously rose back to her roller-skates. “I wouldn’t worry about it, ‘Princess Trapeze’,” she said warmly, somehow curtsying. “‘Brave Sir Blackbear’ and I have been more concerned about you arriving at all.” She glided to another chair and pulled it out effortlessly. “Please, make yourself comfortable,” she resumed, lowering her head. “In the meantime, I will get our snacks from the kitchen.”
The rabbit obliged, taking the seat and proudly moving one shoulder after the other. It waited until Scrap Baby was gone, then giggled. “She’s such a good hostess already!” it exclaimed, its voice dropping in pitch. “I’m actually glad that I made it, Lefty.”
Lefty rubbed her eyes. “Wait, you’re Scraptrap?” she asked, inspecting him from across the table. “I mean, I can kind of see it now—“
“But all these repairs look too good to be true,” Scraptrap chuckled, removing a magenta crown from off his head and ‘polishing’ it. “And you’re right. They are. Most of them are just illusion-disks in action. Fortunately for our little tea party, the fact that we’re robots cancels out the pesky side effect of nausea.”
“But that also means we can’t really eat snacks.”
“I guess so,” Scraptrap muttered with a huff. “Unless I want to try my hand at eating in this… unusual form. You may not have a digestive system, but I might be a different story.”
“Might be?”
“I never really gave much thought into my newfound biology until now,” Scraptrap confessed, avoided the bear’s gaze. “But that’s not my current concern, anyway. I just hope to have a decent time with my daughter and her new playmate.”
“I came because I wanted to dress up like a knight, but whatever,” Lefty remarked casually.
Scrap Baby soon returned with a tray of small, dessert-themed plush toys. “Are you either of you interested in some sweets to start?” she asked as she set the tray onto an empty section of the table.
“I’ll go for a cookie,” Lefty piped up, raising her hand. Her unmatched eyes lit up as the matching plushie reached her spot. She almost bit into it, but her jaw stopped short. Sheepishly, she lowered the toy back into her small plate.
“And I will take a cupcake,” Scraptrap smiled knowingly, returning to his ‘Princess Trapeze’ voice. Carefully, he moved the treat from one plate to another. Then, as if to show his fellow guest how it’s done, he put the plush close to his muzzle. With a calculated moving of his jaw, he ‘nibbled’ it without squishing or damaging it. “It tastes wonderful,” he said after a ‘swallow’. “You must have the finest chefs making these!”
“Yes, I do,” Scrap Baby played along, quietly chuckling. “Tell me, Your Highness, have you ever had a cupcake before?”
This one question sparked a whole slew of improvised backstories from all three of the partygoers. Scraptrap, keeping in-line with his current circumstances, chose to make Princess Trapeze a rabbit cursed from birth to look like a weak but terrifying monster (but, of course, said curse appears to have been lifted… for now). Lefty thought it would be funny to make Brave Sir Black-Bear be a jester-turned-knight with a love of music and gift boxes. As for Scrap Baby? Well, she reprised her childhood role of Princess Elizabeth Melodica the Second. Except, technically speaking, she would be a queen by this time. A hospitable queen fused with cyborg tech thanks to some… unforeseen events.
These three misfits chattered away both in and out of character. Lefty performed some tunes she learned, Scraptrap mixed fact and fiction to answer as Trapeze, and Scrap Baby reclined in her chair while joining in on the fun. All things considered, it was a strangely enjoyable time for them. No chaos, no crawling though vents, no having to follow weird noises— Just a tea party turned into a would-be tabletop session. Well, if they had such a game on hand, anyway.
Then the vent above Scraptrap opened up. “What are you guys doing over here?” a raspy, metallic voice asked, alerting the trio. “Aren’t we supposed to be hunting down Mike or kids or something?”
“It’s our time off, Molt-y,” Lefty explained while getting out of her seat. “I thought Scrap Baby told you we had a party today.”
“She did, but I thought it meant a kid’s birthday party,” Molten Freddy replied, slithering more into view. “Not… A boring teatime with some new golden rabbit guy.”
“That ‘golden rabbit guy’ is me, Freddy,” Scraptrap quipped, ditching the act and rolling his eyes. “I’m just wearing some illusion disks right now.”
Molten Freddy clambered down the wall and onto the floor. He circled around his second-in-command’s chair like a shark or a vulture. “Huh, you really are Scraptrap,” the pile of wires said, his masked face now inches away from his listener’s face. “I dunno what an ‘illusion disk’ is, but it must make you as shiny as those things you’re wearing!” As if that last line was a cue, Freddy yanked the ring and watch away from Scraptrap.
In an instant, the golden-colored bunny vanished. The battered-down Scraptrap remained. And, as much as his blood boiled at the fact that his teammate stole from him, he was honestly too startled to attack. He watched as Lefty and Scrap Baby sprang from their places and chased Molten Freddy into the vents. He got up to follow them, but his one arm just could not reach far enough.
He was alone. Again. And he was repulsive-looking. Again.
His legs almost gave way as he slumped into his seat. “Come on, old boy,” he muttered to himself wearily. “You’ve gotten out of more painful scrapes than this. Muster up that ol’ spirit and at least try to scare the living daylights out of that scoundrel. Your looks alone should do the trick, in the right lighting.”
He positioned himself to get up, but he paused. His ear perked up. Inch by inch, he moved the chair closer and closer to the wall. Soon, with some effort, he climbed on top of that piece of furniture and jumped into the open air duct. With some renewed vigor, he made his way down the “hall” of the area. As he was about to decide which way to go, a screech rattled the walls. Then, some familiar voices growing louder and louder. Scraptrap’s eyes widened. He hurriedly backed into the entrance. When the voices got even nearer, he braced himself.
Molten Freddy scrambled into view, as if fleeing for dear life. Scrap Baby and Lefty manned the two vents behind him, one on either side. The cornered bear raced to the scene of his crime, but a shadowy figure stopped him. A frail, tortured shriek emitted from this specter. All three stopped their chase sequence and gawked. Molten Freddy retreated into who-knows-where, clinging onto the vent “ceiling” like a frightened cat all the way. Scrap Baby’s faceplates split open for a second, only to snap back into place. Lefty gawked, but then stared at the objects in her paw. She furrowed her brow (well, the closest thing to it) as Scrap Baby and this pursuit-stopper exited the vent and congratulated each other. “Hey, Trap, which one changed your voice?” she questioned, dangling her arm into the main room. “We saved both, but I’m not sure if the seeing one works now.”
“The ring,” Scraptrap answered, coming up to the vent. As soon as Lefty opened her hand, the ring fell into his grasp. He put it up to his muzzle to kiss it, but stopped himself. Instead, he slipped the disk back onto its rightful place and sat back down in his seat. His lower eyelids twitched as he waited for everything to be back to normal. His heart plummeted to the floor like a sinking ship to the depths of the ocean. All his chances of looking presentable for the entire party were dashed before his eyes. Sure, he gave a bit of foreshadowing for Trapeze changing back to her gross self, but that was for his personal grand finale. One last, theatrically-charged moment with some slight-of-hand thrown in. Now it was all for nothing. Unless… he could salvage it? He looked at his ring, then at Lefty and Baby seated in their respective places.
“Sorry about the rude interruption, ‘Trapeze’,” Lefty started, deciding it would be best to address this in-character. “We had no idea he’d show up and rob you.”
“I’ll give that bear a warning when I see him again,” Scrap Baby snarled, her fake-fancy accent dripping in cold anger. “If he tries that pathetic bluff a second time, I’ll make his wires scrambled like eggs.”
“Thank you, but I don’t think that will be needed,” Scraptrap corrected, chuckling weakly in that simulated tenor-falsetto. “Instead, I… I think I need to leave. I don’t want to make you fight the urge to throw up while I’m around.”
Scrap Baby and Lefty passed an entire conversation between expressions alone. The pigtailed robot’s eye lights focused on her once-cheerful guest. “What makes you think we’d throw up?” she inquired, not sure how she even could.
The rabbit lowered his head. He gathered up his strength. “My appearance has caused many reactions over the years,” he began, still in the mindset of that wretched, make-believe girl. “Horror, disgust, mockery… Every single time I emerge in this cursed state, someone always cries out in agony or fear. This finery, try as it might, hasn’t helped me.” He promptly removed the bow-tie and placed it on the table. The crown shortly followed suit. “You were the first kind beings I’ve ever met on my lonesome journey,” he resumed plaintively. “You never screamed or called me a monster. You simply saw a frightened soul in need of a pleasant time. Of course, I wanted to return the favor by not giving you such a fright when I arrived. But, alas, my whole plan has failed me.” He glanced at the two listeners’ expressions, then let his true emotions loose. “I just want to be beautiful again,” he lamented, burying his head into his arm now laying on the table. “But I’ve scared you all! I just want to be a princess…!” His mock-sobbing turned into genuine crying. The ring slipped off his finger on its own. His voice lowered and roughened, somehow making this display more pitiable.
Lefty straightened her metal bowl of a helmet. “Well, Your Highness,” she spoke up, staring at the distraught expression on her host’s face, “what should we do?”
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Had to hustle so sorry for the lack of real shading. Dawko is the only context I can give at the moment.
Edit: All right, turns out I jumped the gun. Here’s the finished product with a bonus black and white filter version. All you need to know is these two non-canonically meet up and chat about the jazz show. The girl got a Glitch card while the modified Springtrap just got admitted thanks to being a skin.
4th Dawko Charity Livestream Lightning Round— Catching Up Because I Missed Stuff/Forgot to Mention Edition
Hex has revealed 3D models of their Circus Baby and Funtime Foxy plushies, a Security Breach T-Shirt, and the possibility of Gregory and Vanessa plushies down the line.
The Joy of Creation had not one, but three teasers today. An animation for the Cupcake, a gameplay video for said Cupcake, and a gameplay video for a Phantom-like variant of Foxy.
The goal now is to hit 50k, but I wasn’t around for the announcement of said goal. Therefore, I have no idea if there’s anything to show once that goal hits.
