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I sometimes like communicating with/sharing music, since it is the simplest form of communication for me. The understanding of how others can exist without sharing songs is vastly beyond me.

I'm a bit of a horror enthusiast, and I like scifi horror mainly, alongside other varieties of horror.

I make digital and traditional art, as well as write. I will be posting art and stories to this account. More information about my art, as well as requests, can be found towards the bottom of this post. \^×^/

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FNAF (My main focus currently, and for a while.)

Transformers

Ninjago

SCP

{List will grow later on.}

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I will write original stories, as well as fanfiction, and may on occasion post them to here. I mostly write horror and fnaf au fanfiction.

My fnaf aus is mostly of the animatronics as characters, and will not align with canon. No dead children, and the timeline will be quite different.

And now as for the art I make.

Dispite just recently learning how to draw robots, lego and animals, I prefer them to drawing people at this point. They're more relatable. Somehow.

I am very new to drawing animals/animatronics, but I am doing my best to learn.

And now onto requests.

I will draw requests, but only for followers. I'm also open to art trades.

The requests will be done in a notebook, and the trades will be more digital.

I am open to taking commissions as well, but I will not design characters. Character design is not something I am good at, so I wish to stay away from it when it comes to other making requests/asking for commissions.

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No matter where you are at in life, you are amazing. You're doing great, and you'll keep growing and improving. Don't give up, I'm cheering for you.

"I- oh. I forgot." The yellow rabbit looked and felt dejected. He had been excited about having new animatronics around, welcoming to any distraction from the horror that was slowly creeping into their lives. He was intrigued by the human concept of adopting, and had been wanting to, in his own way, adopt the new animatronics.

He had been looking forward to mentoring them. "Do you think they will be here tomorrow?"

"I honestly don't know." Fredbear's voice seemed to change as they spoke, warping. It sounded like it was getting deeper and scratchy, a noticeable increase in the metallic reverb growing. "The delivery driver likely vanished. Hopefully they'll..."

There was a window in the room ahead, and it was currently letting in light, casting it through the doorway.

And now he could see the bear's appearance.

He stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes growing wide in horror as he noticed the needle-like teeth splitting down the middle of the back of their head. Their form looked withered now, holes throughout the material covering their endoskeleton. An endoskeleton that looked like it was made out of bone.

It stopped as well, having noticed his grasp on their hand weaken. It was worse as they turned around.

The yellow bear's head looked stretched, elongated. The surface of their face appeared as if it was made out of a malleable rubber, the surface covered in patches of grit and dirt.

Blood was leaking from their jaws, slipping from between the rows of needle like teeth.

And their eyes. Their awful eyes, glowing red orbs, unnaturally small in comparison to their eye sockets, were locked in on his. A black goo oozed out of the eye sockets, making its way down the face, meeting up with and merging into the blood at the mouth.

His voice wouldn't work, staring at the twisted creature in front of him. All he could do was try pulling his hand back, unsure of if he would be able to run.

He managed to get his hand free, but before he could even start to turn, as he took a step back, it reached for him with both hands. Hands that had long and thin, gnarled fingers, the tips coming to a point, forming metallic claws.

And those horrifying, twisted hands caught him, grasping at his upper shoulder firmly. It didn't hurt, but it filled him with more fear as it leaned in. He just wanted to run.

He raised his hands, about the push at chest of the monster, about to keep it away before his own hands caught his attention. His decayed, green hands, missing parts of his digits, with red blood staining and soaking parts of it.

He froze up, unable to look away now, at how he was a monster as well. At how he had human blood soaking his hands.

"-onnie! You're okay, everything's okay!" The voice of the bear was back to normal, snapping him out of his fearful stupor. "It's me. You're safe."

Fredbear was back to normal, a pained, worried expression clear as day. They pulled him close, wrapping their arms around him protectively. "Whatever you're seeing, it's not real." Their voice was soft, one of their hands on the back of his head.

It was clear that they were also on edge because of the sudden lack if light, despite trying to appear braver for the rabbit.

It was as if the power abruptly turning off made them afraid to be heard, and Spring Bonnie most definitely did feel unnerved. He unashamedly moved towards the sound of Fredbear's voice, reaching out, his hands searching around in the dark. "Look towards my voice. I can't find you."

The yellow rabbit's expression readjusted into a worried smile as he could finally spot the glowing blue orbs.

Fredbear tilted their head to the side as they noticed his expression. "Everything is fine. We just need to turn the power on."

"There are no humans?" The yellow rabbit placed his hand against the other's arm, reassured even more now that he had ahold of them. He didn't want them to suddenly disappear, afraid that it would somehow happen. He didn't want to be left in the dark again. "Are they-?"

"More are missing. I'll have to figure it out. I mean, how to turn the power back on." Fredbear reached up, grabbing the hand gently and moving it down. They guided it to their other hand, holding their palm up for the smaller animatronic.

"Let's." Spring Bonnie corrected them, placing his hand down against theirs, holding onto it tightly. He felt calm, as calm as he could be in the dark, as the large fingers curled around his hand. He gave a light squeeze, looking down for a few moments as he spoke. "Let's figure it out. I want to go with you."

He didn't want to be left behind, especially not when the world seemed to be breaking down gradually. Their audience was dwindling, the humans vanishing more and more. The world was becoming more vacant and terrifying.

I may minimize the usage of pencils in the notebook for the future.

The Chica plush may be my favourite of the doodles. She looks silly. ^×^