#real lore

It is said in Sonic IDW’s issue 459 that Silver the Hedgehog frequently uses his mind control powers to transmit headaches to Sonic the Hedgehog so he loses battles and looks like a fraud.

“I just don’t like him.” Said Silver in the comic as justification for his actions.

The Deadly Six are approaching your location at 2x speed. There is no stopping them, they will find you.

They are going to beat you to death

@incorrect-sonic-lore

YOU should give her a cookie now to make her feel better :(

Did you know...?

We have no evidence that Amy only does this to hedgehogs, or that she's actually colourblind, but she has definitely confused at least Shadow and Silver for Sonic.

Here, have a cookie, Amy. Feel better.

DID YOU KNOW

There is an Anti version of You The Goat (named Me The Goat). She is straight as they come and hates any and all drugs. She also wouldn't be caught dead in a Fiat and instead drives a Ford Mustang II

Hello! (murmuring: what was it again... um), non existent audience! I don't know why Captain does this. Oops, nothing. I didn't say anything. (Murmuring: why are we pretending infront of an imaginary audience?)

So, off to work today, huh. Memorised all my co-worker's names! Augustine, Cassandra, Yichen, and Kenneth! I don't know why humans have such strange names, at least they're easy to learn.

Cassandra is so sweet. Augustine's... okay, he's really straightforward. Yichen is like, really talkative. Kenneth is (well I was told) really shy. Honestly, Kenneth kind of just seems afraid of people?

(Pause)

Whatever, ignore everything above. I was um... high! No, fuck. I wasn't high- fucking fuck, oh my voids. I was not— ugh

Whatever so I'm supposed to take um, what was his name.... fucking- human names are so fucking hard. Yichen! Yes him. That talkative dude. I'm supposed to cover his shift tonight, he's sick.

Ugh, I feel terrible now. I've been constantly shitty to everyone lately. Meteor is really getting on my fucking nerves.

FUCK. no one Meteor. Whose that? I don't know what that is

I'm just gonna... I'm gonna go work.

"Hello Miss, or rather... Lady Linkle, I do hope you are enjoying Winterfest... or I suppose Nayrufest as it used to be called. I have a few things. A Title of Nobility, I suppose it would be equal to the old rank of Countess. Simply put you have been doing more than any subject of mine could ever hope to achieve. I know it means very little in this rather declined kingdom, but I want you to know how much your farm and deeds have effected Hyrule. Oh and speaking of farm, there are another 20 square kilometers of land that are being added to your domain. Do with it as you will."

Linkle looked sheepish. "I really appreciate the generosity princess, but... I have to decline. Back in the time war, I was offered much the same. I am not made to be a noble. I mean technically I am knighted, but I'm not ready for nobility til I truly settle down from my adventures."

One fateful day during the summer of 1987, a man named Frederick Fastbear come up with an idea that would change the world forever while biting into a gas station burrito

Frederick Fastbear: I just thought, like, what if someone opened a restaurant with really bad overpriced pizza, and... there were robots in fursuits that you could... uh... get murdered by.

After burning his house down for insurance money and taking out a loan Frederick Fastbear formed a dream time with roboticist and dead kid haver Edwin Bildt DeMimique, and the beloved local serial killer William Afton to build the first Frederick Fastbear's Pizzeria and Murderporium, eventually shortened to Five Nights at Freddy's

Edwin Bildt DeMimique: It was difficult... to put together all the pieces...

Business was slow at first, Edwin hadn't even built the first robot yet and the sole attraction of having your picture taken with a mass murderer wasn't going to sustain the budding franchise forever.

Until one day while stabbing a man to death, William Afton had a breakthrough.

William Afton: What if I were to wear a spring-operated fursuit full of sharp edges that would clamp down and kill me if I made any sudden movements, and then I passed myself off as a robot? Oh ho ho! How delightfully devilish William!