After 8 Years Of Waiting.... Har Har Har

Love footage and hearing voices in the Pizzaria!?!? Ness is getting closer to solving the Freddy's case⁉️⁉️⁉️🤨🤨🤨

Link!:)

There's a new break in the Freddy's case? Oh? So Mike IS the security guard at Freddy's... oooooh, Ness met him how?? That's crazy...

Anygays, Ness posted lol:))

NestorTheory posts: Part1, part2, part3, part4, part5

Ness' instagram!:)

Matpat + his many sweaters/jackets

(these are my personal favorites of his collection)

Just a heads up that my Ask's/question thing is open if you lot have any ideas for what Ness or Sparky's (Diner) should post! (on their respective Instagram accounts) I'm open to any ideas or questions that I think will fit with the timeline/characterisation of both Ness and Sparky's:)

It could be headcanons, literally anything you lot want because I made it for our fellow silly minded, securitywaiter, fnaf loving people.

(Also I will EVENTUALLY, hopefully, making a fic out of this along with failed detective ness:))

It's not era accurate, but I'm trying to keep the style/what they say kind of 2000's coded/in that era, despite them very obviously posting on Instagram and not a forum online.

Also! Ness is 23 (23!!) in this, the only thing I'm taking from the book is that his dad/family own Sparky's, that's why on a previous post you would have seen the Sparky’s account responding more like a sibling rather than a proffesionsal brand/buisness account. Andy, who mainly runs the Sparky's account (completely made him up) is the one teasing and jabbing at Ness in the instagram replies/comments about Mike and whatnot. I am but a simple man, if you cut open my heart you'll see a little nugget that says in bold print "SECURITYWAITER."

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Chapter Two of my Bryce fic: Another Chance To Fuck Up

(@Arlooh on ao3)

June 17th, i've worked so fucking hard to get back into this grey ass state and not even her bitche of a mom will let me talk. It's, not, FAIR. I only know that shes graduating because unique fucking monique and her excuse of a boyfriend have been yelling at each other outside the milkshake mania. I'm trying to sit at the fucking bus stop, not see a whore yell about how she gave her heart to him. Fuck that.

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Looking into the mirror of the thrift store changing room, he scans himself up and down, looking for any signs of "hey, I'm fucking poor, mind kicking my ass back to the penitentiary please?" as he forces himself to stand still and stop bouncing on the balls of his feet.

 He's fucking nervous. 

Wiping his hands down his jeans, giving himself a stern and harsh "whispered" talking to (he's been yelling into the mirror for 10 minutes, some employee as been asking him to leave for the better part of that, he won't) and fixing what makeup he has on, he turns and leaves the changing room. Giving a polite "Screw off, asshole!" and middle finger to the worker and swifly walking out without paying for a thing, only after sliding a sick pair of sunglasses off some dude waiting in line. 

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But all that worry leads him to now, jumping a fence into the graduation event at 'Whatever the fuck' high school, so what if the entery was free, this is cool. 

The first thing he sees is probably the last person he wants to see, Tacky Tammy in the fucking flesh. And god, she looks worse than the last he seen her. That fucking bitch. 

Quickly avoiding that mess, he runs off to the right where he can hear people chatting, yelling, the typical American slang, and to behind the bleachers where he can finally fucking breath. He's only been up a few hours and yet it feels like hes been up for days, all the while having the energy to fight the thing people call god. "Where ever that old bastard is, he sure had a shit plan for me" he hisses as he lights up the last cigarette he's got, stole it from some homeless guy lastnight and yet it doesn’t make him feel any better about it. 

But blasting speakers, which are WAY to fucking loud mind you, go off right by my fucking ear "Five minutes till showtime everyone! I hope you've got your disposables ready! And no /flash/ please, thank you" God. Fucker sound like an asshole to be around, fucks he got to be so stern for. And why the fuck would someone flash the crowd at a high school. This isn't the big bang, we don't need to see that you bleached your ass, Marissa. But shit, 5 minites till showtime. And I was calling it that before grandpa over he did anyways..

He can barely see through the crowd of green gowns and capes to even see the stage from here, it takes him all of 5 minutes to climb out of the prison that is bleachers pressed to a wire fence. Good thing he's scrawny of else he wouldn’t have been able to get out in time to see the show that is Bryce Tankthrust. Fuck. To think that he ever hated her for what happened. All the hate he'd ever bared for Bryce washes away in a second at seeing her up on that stage, when did she straighten her hair? Whatever.

She looks fucking /good/, greens definitely my favorite coulor. Fuck, she can take green if it means he can see her like she is now. Even in a graduation gown. 

And for the first time in a long time, he smiles. Bobby smiles because fuck is he happy. He didn’t /mean/ to look like a smug bastard, even if he is. He's just happy. But nothing ever goes right for him does it. Bryce looked at him, right in the eye, could you belive that? But he just smiled back, but not when her prideful smile turned down and into shock. He hasn't seen that face since.. since he threw up all over her heart, the one that she took out for him to profess her love. Fuck. Shit, SHIT. 

He hasn't ran that fast in, ever. The second he seen Bryce drop, clutching where her heart is (right?) fuck, did he really do that much damage? He didn’t think it was /that/ bad, he just wanted to surprise Bryce after escaping and... he just ran through that crowd. Over the people who were starting to pile up on the stage, he didn’t give a /fuck/ if he got sent back now or to some place worse for doing what he did and all but growling for security to get off her, Bryce was fucking hurt and it was all his fault.

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I have no shame

Crossing the International Matpat Canon Line to offer up a Escape the Night Crack Fic idea. The server in Joey's diner is Ness from the FNAF movie.

Like imagine, Joey looks up all excited, expecting this:

Competent, traumatized love of his life SAE Agent Matpat

And instead its this guy:

Gay, AuADHD, always a service worker!Ness. He's just a sweet, hyperactive guy, trying to take Joey's order.

Joey: OMG Matt, there's an eyeball in my milkshake! Ness: Oh no! You're so right, eyeballs are totally out of season! I don't know what the kitchen was thinking! I'm so sorry, can I get you a side of Hand instead? A plate of fingies for the table?

The man doesn't even question a stranger calling him Matt, so long as he tips.

He takes human souls as a legal tender btw.

stop this is so cute😭

They’re so cute like actually I’m gonna scream

:(

to minecraft's favorite cat - may there always be a spot on your best friend's desk for you.

2006-2024

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STWG daily prompt 5/11/23

prompt: daylight savings

pairing/character(s): steddie and their little kid who is somewhere between 12 and 18 months old idk how babies work

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The sound of babbled yells wake Steve up abruptly, and from the way he feels Eddie tense up where he's sprawled out over Steve's chest, he figures he's awake as well.

"Your turn." Steve grumbles, stubbornly keeping his eyes shut and turning his head away from the baby monitor. (They don't even need it at this point, Lydia's loud enough down the hall on her own. It's just to soothe their own anxieties about not hearing her somehow.)

It might seem mean of him to not jump up to go to his baby, but he knows what each of her cries mean. And this one is barely a cry at all, more of her yelling her current favourite cycle of words. Dada, papa, baba, and dog are the current ones.

"Dadadadadada. Dadadadada!" She's currently yelling, sounding like she's right up against the baby monitor. She might be, is probably standing up in her crib and holding onto the bars while she calls for them.

Eddie groans, and finally starts to move.

"'s too early, what the fuck." He murmurs after his warmth leaves the bed, and Steve finally opens his eyes to glance at their alarm clock. It reads 5:24AM. Usually she at least lets them sleep until 6:30. Although...

"Didn't the clocks change last night?" He asks quietly, words becoming more intelligible now he's a little more awake. He vaguely remembers turning the clocks in the house back by an hour when they went to bed last night, in preparation.

"Fuck. Yeah." Eddie sighs, and then finally walks out of the room.

Steve snuggles back into his pillows, and closes his eyes again. But before he can start drifting back into the realm of sleep, he hears Eddie's voice through the baby monitor, higher pitched in the way he usually talks to Lydia.

"Hiya, Lyds. You're up early today, huh?"

"Papapapapapa."

"Yeah, that's me. You know, you're supposed to turn your clocks back so you don't wake up so early. Lemme help you with that, I think your clock is in your tummy."

And Steve grins to himself as Eddie makes exaggerated mechanical noises with his mouth and Lydia giggles afterward. Eddie's sound effects dissolve into chuckles too eventually.

What a lovely sound to fall back asleep to.

"What's wrong vanny?"