#deathsbecome

eyes shift upwards to look at addy as he offers her a forced, sad smile. he hasn't really shared much with anyone. though, addy seemed to catch on quickly. how he seemed even paler, how the veins in his neck and face seemed darker. his eyes seemed a little lighter, as if they were losing his light. he was slowly decaying. he looked worse than even their eldest ghosts. they've seen it happen before. they've lost some kids like this in the past. it was hard to watch. gonzo never thought it would be him but here he was, hoping that he doesn't lose all his fingers in one day. it's hard to dj without fingers.

"...and if all else fails, stay calm and remember to smile. You are the face of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. That concludes our introduction and legal disclaimers."

Finally.

Steven coughs, closing the binder from which he had been reading. He always feels awkward going through all of that with new hires; it makes this job sound so official. He doesn't want to intimidate the poor kid when the truth is that she'll probably be spending the majority of her shifts as a glorified janitor.

"I know that sounds like a lot, but it's really not so bad! I've been here a while-- I was actually just a little older than you when I started, isn't that funny?-- and I promise, you've got nothing to worry about."

Sounding far less stiff now that he's not reading from a script, Steven stands, looking lost for a moment before he rubs at the back of his neck and gestures vaguely towards the door of the office.

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michael has kept up art as a hobby since he was pretty young, some of the earliest examples of enjoying this were actually based on his father's and henry's animatronics: as a kid, he used to be pretty fascinated with them, draw a bunch of them, bursting with excitement to show either of them his 'ideas,' whether it was new designs he liked to make up or collections of silly little comics. he grew more embarrassed by this the older he got, and stopped showing people his drawings, but kept up with it consistently!

he expanded the subjects of course, still keeping the cartoonish vibe but more so filling sketchbooks with lots of miscellaneous doodles. he would do this especially when he was stuck at the restaurant without any of his friends to mess around with, sketching the animatronics, decorations, and people. he keeps doing short comic-like work ( i point to the silly stylized stick figure ) and often incorporates humor, but he also ends up improving technical skills a lot too. though he doesn't deliberately practice this as much as most would recommend, he can do portraiture and anatomy pretty well ( his strengths there being the fact that he uses very loose and open strokes, so while the technical choices aren't PERFECT, his more realistic work still comes off as stylized and interesting ). he is stupidly good at animatronic and robot parts definitely from the amount of practice he's had just observing them.

he mainly uses just... pencils and pens— anything he can get his hands on rather than seeking out specific materials.

he's not a painter— michael just figures he wouldn't be any good at it, though that's more so the way he's thinking about it. he thinks he doesn't exactly have the drive to sit down for hours and meticulously craft a "real painting" ( in the heaviest of quotes ), personally i think he'd really benefit from quick-paced messy painting as an outlet.

in a similar vein, he doesn't really consider himself much of an artist because of the stereotypical connotations of the word— michael doesn't think he's really making anything worthwhile, which is why it surprises him so much when people are impressed and/or think he could pursue something creative. i am once again saying i think his art teacher was the only one he really got along with and who made him think beyond a one dimensional definition of art.