Okay, Genuine Question.

Okay, genuine question.

If I wrote a y/n x daycare attendant story, where the reader came from a family of rich business people and straight up buys the Megaplex. Like, they could have any other company, but they went "This one, this one riiiiiiiiiight here!". And then they slowly fix the plex's problems, and upgrade and renovat the place.

Like........would yall read that.

OCs go brrr

Teardrop by @satanicduckko and Puff by @linkerbell

I thought I might give you guys a little tidbit of what's to come. (Also if yall have any tips or suggestions feel free to tell me). (Also, also I need some beta readers to help me with the actual story boarding.)

All the Money in the World

Chapter 1: Unexpected Purchases

It was a normal day at the plex.

With the recent events of the virus having settled down, things were slowly going back to normal. Freddy was getting happier, Chica had stopped eating garbage, Monty had calmed down a bit, and Roxy had gained a little more confidence in herself. Though, some things had changed since the incident. Such things being that a small child had been living among the animatronics. The same child that had gotten rid of the virus plaguing the bots.

Life was going relatively positive for them all. Well, mostly all of them anyway. The daycare attendants were mostly left the same even after the virus was removed. Management didn’t really bother to change their arrangement. They were still stuck in the daycare. They were still uncared for, and on top of that Moon’s security protocol was removed. Leaving them stranded in the daycare.

Sun was cleaning the daycare for the umpteenth time. Rushing around the tables and chairs, grabbing anything that their processors called “messy”. It didn’t take long before the daycare floor was relatively clean.

“Alrighty! The floors have had their daily cleaning! The art supplies have been put away! Oh, everything looks so nice!” Sun shouted to no one in particular, throwing his hands up in a joyful pose. The only response he got was the rickety hum of the generators.

His hands fell to his side as he slumped forward into a pile of blankets and stuffed animals. He gingerly picked up a Moon-themed stuffie, squeezing it tightly to his yellow frame. He moved to lay on his back, bringing one hand up to mess with his rays.

//Moon….are you…still with me?//

Sun was hopeful that Moon would at least attempt to talk to him but was once again faced with silence.

Something I'm working on for funsies

The [tumblr] algorithm

Reblog stuff. That's it. The algorithm is the mutuals we made along the way.

Get delivering.

i am begging you all to stop treating this site like instagram if you dont want it to be content free by next year