Hello, and welcome back to this odd little fic! Not a whole lot happened in the last three chapters, most of which could summarized as ‘stuff happened, little of it related to the source materials’, and I assume the trend will continue.
I don’t own the FNAF series. Just the storyline and Baby.
As we’ve covered extensively in the past, you do NOT need to add disclaimers to a fic – especially not the same exact disclaimer to every blasted chapter.
“Ninety years without slumbering (tick, tock, tick, tock), his life’s seconds numbering (tick, tock, tick, tock), it stopped short –never to go again- when the old man died.”
If those look like song lyrics, it’s because they are; specifically the chorus from a very old song called “My Grandfather’s Clock”, which is what the Marionette’s music box plays to keep it quiet. Gold star to the author for that obscure bit of FNAF trivia.
The comforting tinkles of the music box filled a room littered with toys and posters, virtually untouched by time.
This isn’t going to be like one of those artsy ASMR videos, is it?
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I’ve decided to pick a little something from my stock of FNAF fics, and this one is a little different from what we usually get. It’s a “Q & A” fic, where the author uses the characters to answer questions – some times posed by the audience and sometimes chosen at random from wherever the author finds them. These type of fics have a number of issues, principally that they require an in-depth understanding of the characters in order to craft realistic answers. As we have seen in the Library’s archives, this is a very tricky thing for fledgling authors to do.
Let’s take a look at the summary!
Mike Schmidt and the animatronics are lured back to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, which has been rebuilt by a strange girl with a hat full of tricks. Rated M for language, gore, and raunchy content
Uh-huh. Given that a lot of fanfics seem to have been written by people who are still in the “say ‘boobs’ and giggle like mad” phase of their development, this should be interesting.
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You know, after the unexpected skeleton sex last time I thought I would go a little easier on you fine people.
I thought about it, but I’m not.
As you can tell from the title and header, this is a Slender Man fic – and it is a Romance! You know how much I love those. This is also a Horror fic, and really does have a little touch of horror in it. (Also a little touching and some very odd euphemisms.) It doesn’t get very graphic, but it really isn’t the sort of thing you should expose young, impressionable minds to either.
Let’s look at the summary!
She finds herself in the clutches of Slender, first in pleasure, then in terror.
I hope this isn’t a Reader fic; poor Whirlybat is still traumatized from the skeleton sex. Let’s go to the fic and see, shall we?
—CONTAINS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL—
Hello, dear Patrons, and welcome to a little oneshot I found recently in a canon we haven’t explored before – Undertale. You know what that means, right?
Prepare for a SC-style info-dump!
Undertale is a top-down dungeon crawling RPG with old-school pixelated graphics that has a genderless child named Frisk as the main character. Frisk falls into the Underground, a secret realm under the Earth where monsters were banished by the strongest human wizards after the humans defeated the monsters in a war. There is a magic barrier separating the monsters from the human world and only those who possess a human soul can cross this barrier. In order to destroy the barrier, seven human souls are needed – and it is revealed that Asgore Dreemurr, the King of the Underground, has six souls harvested from humans who have fallen into the Underground. Due to some very tragic back story, Asgore has declared war on humanity and wants Frisk’s soul to break the barrier. (But he’s not the only one.) Asgore is very conflicted about it and seems genuinely sad that he has to kill the player to achieve his goals, but he is willing to do it.
Frisk has to travel through the Underground to reach their goal and on the way meets skeleton brothers, an anime-obsessed scientist with a massive crush on a badass one-eyed fish woman, that same one-eyed fish woman, sexy seahorse men, the Tems, and other assorted characters along the way. There are three main paths that the game can take; Neutral, Pacifist, and Genocide. Like most RPGs there is a points system; in this case killing monsters will increase the player’s LV (also called LOVE) and EXP. However, it’s not until just before the big boss fight with Asgore that it is explained by Sans, a deceptively laid-back skeleton who likes to make bad puns and whose dialogue is in lowercase Comic Sans (get it?), that the LV/LOVE stands for Level Of ViolencE that measures your capacity to hurt others and the EXP are EXecution Points, which are a way of quantifying the pain you have inflicted on others. If you have been killing the citizens of the Underground to increase your LV and EXP, you’ve actually been a horrible villain and not a hero.
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As I mentioned in the comments last week, this fic updated recently with a new chapter. If you want to get caught up you can visit the first two chapters here but the basics are as follows; the fic follows the ‘adventures’ of the intrepid Nero McGill, the grandiosely named son of a famous adventurer who was hired by Alterra for unspecified tasks after he committed minor crimes on their property, purely because his father is famous. I guess Alterra is big on brand recognition, or something. He is introduced into the fic when he goes outside of the spaceship in a modified wetsuit to both endanger people (who are out punching asteroids in mecha suits) and then save them. The particular person he saves, Lt. Jane Stalward, is a buxom young woman who later sneaks into Nero’s room to “thank” him by throwing her naked body at him. Repeatedly. Despite his apparent disinterest and intial reluctance, the two inexplicably enter into a relationship of sorts, although Nero thinks Jane is trying to trick him into staying with Alterra. I’m not sure why, since he does very little, but thankfully the ship is shot down by an alien gun before they engage in sexy times on-screen. There was a ‘tense’ run to the lifepods at the last minute as the ship was crashing, as Jane sacrificed herself by remaining on the ship so that Nero could escape and have a Dead Girlfriend™ Tragek Back Story.
Chapter 3: A Not-so-Warm Welcome
The Aurora‘s welcome to 4546B was very warm – on fire, even.
- Title: The Frozen Nightwatch
Media: Video Game/Movie
Topic: Five Nights at Freddy’s/Frozen
URL: Chapter 3
Critiqued by Ghostcat
Hello, and welcome to the third (and so far last) chapter!
At the end of the last chapter – which was full of the dry recitation of the deaths of many, many citizens of Arendelle as well as a gross cold and soggy chocolate pancake/whole strawberry/whipped non-dairy product sandwich – Anna read Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza ad in the newspaper and immediately decided that it was the perfect job for her despite the opposite being true.
On to the fic!
Oh, look; a time stamp. :eye-twitch: Awesome. Just what the fic needed.
Hello, and welcome back to another chapter of potential trollfic! In the last chapter we were presented with the implausible scenario of the entire country of Arendelle moving to Portland, Oregon followed by an exceptionally dull play-by-play of some of the gameplay mechanics.
Never have I prayed so fervently for a jumpscare.
On to the fic!
# -Back at the sisters’ house, Saturday, March 17, 1983- #
Yay, another time-stamp. And it’s one that reminds me of a gritty crime drama, which is going to put a weird cast on things.
Anna lay in her bed, snuggled up in her bed sheets with her red hair all messed up.
A nice warm bed with a built-in snuggle buddy sounds pretty damn good.
She then woke to a familiar smell.
This is why you shouldn’t have spicy foods before bed.
Yeah, right; I’m sure it was ‘chocolate’ that she was smelling.
She blinked open her sleepy eyes, and smelled the scent of chocolate getting heavier.
Someone open a window before she melts the wallpaper!
She sat up in her bed and rubbed her eyes with her right hand as to get the bits of sleep out. She was now wide awake.
Anna wakes up a lot faster than I do, and I usually have several hungry cats wanting my attention to help me out.
‘Is Elsa cooking something?’ she thought to herself.
Or the house could be made out of chocolate and is also on fire. But your hypothesis is good, too.