A Boy At My Job Was Talking To Me About How He Was Best Friends With Freddy Fazbear, I Do Think He Genuinely

A boy at my job was talking to me about how he was best friends with Freddy Fazbear, I do think he genuinely believes it and that’s what I love about little kids

talking to preschoolers is awesome bc they have not fully differentiated stories into 'true stories' and 'imaginary stories' yet so you will tell them about something that happened you once (coyote came out of a bush right in front of you and got startled) and they will tell you about how one time their house was full of coyotes in every room 'including five in the garage' and they're not even like, aware i think of the idea that they are technically 'lying'. they are simply telling stories about coyotes bc its time to tell stories about coyotes.

i like ONE post of the Spot and then tumblrs like “miguel o hara this miguel o hara that” i’m too tired today for beefy mens i jus wanna look at my morally ambiguous funky guy

Look at me posting everything I’ve ever made.

Here’s some TMA content, I made this midway through the series because I needed to see them all happy and okay. I used a stock photo for reference lawl!

why not i’ll post my fursona on here heheheheheh. you can tell i’m a will wood fan through this image alone. also bear with me i have not gotten a hang of tumblr just yet

LONG STATUS UPDATE

please excuse the poor grammar and stuff, I wrote this frantically in a text to my friend

This guy came up to me a few minutes ago and he starts saying sorry to me on repeat, and I’m like “why are you sorry” and he says “you like blocked me on snapchat” and i say “i don’t have snapchat he says “i mean instagram” “i don’t have instagram” “on the phone…?” “I don’t know you” [all of below is done in a mocking or bad tone, like how a conservative tiktok interviewer would ask/say, trust me he was not being genuine or nice] Then he says “Do you actually like pierce the veil” (my shirt), I tell him yes and he’s like WHAT REALLY and i say “idk i like some of their songs” so he says “do you like my chemical romance” and i tell him idk sure [At this point, I can tell he is bothering me because I look emo and he’s against that or smth?] He then asks me to rate his friend and I say “i don’t know he just looks like a guy to me” and he’s very pushy about it. and i say “7” to satisfy him, so he asks me to rate HIM and I say “7” because I do not care anymore at this point Then he asks me if i support the lgbtq [i can tell at this point he probably thinks i’m gay and that’s mainly why he is bothering me. AWESOME I LOVE HOMOPHOBIA /sar] THEN he asks me if I like andrew tate [i have seen this trap before online, where people bring up the human trafficking and they’re met with “there’s not enough evidence”] so i give him a genuine answer about things he actually and truly did undeniably that I disagreed with, not even really political stuff but i felt epic and mature about it HAHA then he says sorry for bothering me [i don’t think he means it] and shakes my hand and leaves

i just hope he didn’t record me.

tl;dr, a guy acting like a street tiktoker harassed me in public

(not jonelias this is a silly fic)

“So… about that Jonah Magnus guy, right? What do you think about him?”

Jon sat across from Elias. He was used to his cryptic questions at this point, and assumed this was some sort of test on the history of the place. He shifted in his seat. “Well, I suppose I have read a few statements addressing him, but I can’t quite say much besides an unhealthy desire for knowledge and signs of dealing with things he didn’t understand.”

Elias’s smile faltered a little bit, for what reason Jon didn’t know. “That’s not quite what I meant… how would I put this…” He stared down Jon, figuring out how to word it. “Do you think he is… intelligent? Perhaps even charming?”

Jon’s face scrunched up in confusion. What was he talking about? Why in God’s name would Elias want to know his personal feelings on a historical figure?

“Reading the statements, what did you think about him? Did you think he seemed like a really cool guy, maybe like a guy who got laid a lot, at least for that era?” Elias seemed desperate to know the answer.

Jon was overwhelmingly confused. He knew his boss was a little mysterious and vague about things but this seemed something different entirely. Why does he want to know this? “I… uh…” he murmured. “I um… don’t know…”

A flash of anger shot across Elias’s face and Jon had wondered what he did wrong. Then he saw his employer take a deep breath as if trying to calm himself down. He reached down under his desk and pulled out a picture frame of a painting of Jonah Magnus. “Let’s try a different angle.”

What is this man on?

“How attractive is he? I think he would be the type of guy to have abs, and be very strong, wouldn’t you agree, Jon?”

He wouldn’t agree. Not even a little bit. But he wasn’t going to risk losing his job over this mania that had seemed to have taken over Elias. He shifted in his chair again, desperate to get out of this situation. “Sure, he is uh… very attractive, Elias.”

“Yes, I thought so!” His boss beamed. “Alright, you are dismissed, go back to your job.”

Jon got up and left the room, incredibly confused and wondering if that interaction was real.

Elias reclined back in his chair, cradling the picture of himself like a baby.