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They're Just Children - Growing Up In A Warzone - Is Complete!

It didn't take too long for the kids to get settled down. Mono managed to teleport to cut Six off and they ran around a table until they both retreated underneath it. When they reappeared next to him and Chica, the Signal Child had his broken mask back on and had an arm wrapped around Six's whole body with her feet dragging along the carpet and tile while she tried desperately not to burst out laughing. She'd reformed her hood back over her face, but the bright little smile and lights of her big ruby eyes shone through the shadow and her oily raven hair.

For just a second, the big burn scar over the right of her face vanished, taking the debris tangled in her hair with it; for just a second, she was a little girl enjoying playtime. No dirt, no mud, no cuts, no bruises; no sickness, no baggy eyes, no skeletal hands; no yellow fangs, no sharpened claws, no sharp eyes on the lookout for food; just rosie cheeks and a pearly smile as her best friend dragged her out of the arcade. Chica got them to lightly wave goodbye to the DJ, who returned the gesture with a grand arm before he chattered his teeth and resumed his song in the relative peace of his portion of the Mega Pizzaplex. According to Roxanne, she and the girls were on their way to Mazercise. Mono refused to stop manhandling Six for her crimes, but she didn't mind being carried along to the other side of the Pizzaplex if he or Freddy were doing it.

By the time they got there, Cassie and Rebecca were visibly on edge. Bailey was tiredly leaning against a wall, her heavy, bloodshot eyes were barely open. Her grip on the tin baseball bat at her side was unusually loose, it was starting to slide over the carpet and hit her leg. All three of them and Roxanne lightened as they entered, especially when Mono appeared hauling his prisoner around. Rebecca's little face lit up like their final act's laser lightshow as the original raincoat girl stuck her tongue out at the other group from under Mono's arms. Cassie failed to hold back a giggle, too, but was sure to keep her distance from the Little Nightmares. Bailey became lucid enough not to miss the scene, but not much else. Her eyes were soft and her smile was warm, but her blinking was slow and her head hung low.

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So cool

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PSA

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Excerpt From They're Just Children

"I know you have already completed both of your games, but we believe you two would be very well-suited to this challenge." He clarified, not wanting the pair to be angrier at the normal girl who was just acting on a mix of fear and self-preservation and the newcomer who didn't have the slightest idea of what was happening, respectively.

"We can stop somewhere to look for a fresh ham." Freddy hummed and offered, deciding they probably hadn't had anything substantial since Six stole and mauled a raw steak right in front of them... And the mini bath Cassandra tried to give her.

They at least took their attention off of the girls and stared up at him with wide, cat-like eyes. A dim lapiz glow shone behind the wolf mask's eyesockets and Six's eyes burned a comparatively brighter ruby. The normal visitors may have been here for the games and shows, but that didn't mean there was no way to bribe these two. He wondered if they'd gotten the chance to try some pizza as they wandered to the maze.

It shouldn't take long for the kids who could teleport and turn into shadows, they were just wandering the rotating fabric walls and figuring out where they needed to go while waiting for the squirrel drones to arrive. Cassie took a seat next to Roxy while idly tapping her thighs, Bailey tiredly slid down the wall on the other side and lightly shut her eyes, Monty crawled up and out of the way beside her, and Rebecca causiously crept up but stayed a fair distance away from Chica with big, curious forest green eyes. The bird acted like she wasn't there as if she was dealing with a frightened kitten timidly asking for attention.

When the other Raincoat Girl finally reached her side and peeked out from her poor hiding spot, behind a chair, Chica slowly turned her head. It stuttered and seized but she got her working eye to see the timid little girl who wanted a friend when the only person she knew was by a large wolf with a mouth full of fangs. She shrank for a second, so Chica lightly patted her lap. Rebecca crawled over and tentatively rested her head on the chicken's leg.

(Got delayed by birthday shenanigans)

Hey friends. Do this:

This probably took this person 3 seconds to do but it immediately told me that they liked my story enough to come back and read it again and they liked it again the second time.

Your favorite writers Do Not Know that you think about their stories after you read them. I generally assume that my stories make people happy for the few minutes they’re reading and then they never think about it again. To know that that’s not the case and that someone has returned just makes my little heart swell with joy.

I needed this today. If you’re the person who left this comment (or if you’ve ever commented on any of my writing) I love you.

They're Just Children - Dance Of The Damned - Is Finished!

Roxanne delved back into the MoNode as she waited for a verdict on the new Mazercise plan from Freddy, he'd been trying to contact the DJ at the time and the girls were already accounted for so it was just a waiting game. Six was crawling over the top of the Candy Shop's chrome counters, there were all sorts of bubbling pots and scattered utensils that clicked and clanged as they rushed through the cooking machines from steamers to large boiler-like tubs. The cabinets above were covered in residues like old caramelized sugar and moldy fruit syrups. Warmers and coolers with empty notches for trays of treats were beneath every counter and beside every oven.

One wall in the corner had some clunky towers of gears for applying wrapping paper to more complexly packaged treats and another had a window out to the expansive city of heavily pouring rain. Other than the end of a sopping wet overhang, she couldn't see anything interesting on the other side through Mono's eyes (which was probably a good thing, knowing what little they did about the kids). Cassie didn't end up here, did she? The loud bubbling of many pots covered the small slaps of their footsteps.

There was a tall stand with multiple cups holding a variety of utensils for them to hide behind as the shop owner followed them into the back room. He looked around with a blank, eyeless face and stomped through the aisles like he'd forgotten he'd been chasing them. Mono and Six ducked behind the towers of equipment as he pulled open drawers and warmers. He set things like sucker sticks, sugar paper, and candy strings around his work space and turned up the heat on some of the vats of molten sugar while Freddy's kids got as good of a look at the kitchen as they could from their cramped kiding spot. They kept elbowing and headbutting each other in the rush to find an escape route without leaning just one fatal inch (from their perspective) that would catch the Cady Man's attention.

In a turn of luck, he appeared pretty hyper-focused on his work.

In a turn of bad luck, the Broadcaster craned his neck in an uncomfortable way that let him see what was being prepared.

Normalize this response

They're Just Children - The Real Me - Is Finished!

Rebecca's nose itched and burned as she wandered about the strange box. It reeked of death, metallic with blood, she half-expected it to be oozing blood and sludge from the corners. The arcade machine wasn't clean by any stretch of the definition, streaming dark mold from the seams between panels held together by dust-covered screw that'd been adjusted so many times the criss-cross gap in the center was completely stripped down to a smooth hole with a thin, rough lining of metal just barely keeping it useable. Similar grime was growing around the buttons and a lever-like stick beside them. The top, screen, and controls were covered in dust. Where there wasn't the stench of decay, there was a suffocating and choking fume of chemicals.

It must've seeped out of the closet as Cassie came around the corner holding her nose, her backpack abandoned in the salon for now. 'Princess Quest' she muttered in an odd mix of confusion and realization. At least one of them was a quick reader. They both looked the machine up and down expectantly, waiting for something to burst out or the butchered corpse of a child to fall out of a panel. What they found instead, behind a slightly bent sheet of metal on a hinge when they shoved it a short distance from the wall, made even less sense than the game being here in the first place. It was way lighter than they were expecting, the short screech didn't even alert Roxy that they were up to something, maybe it would've taken just one of them to move it enough.

Rather than a corpse, the interior was a bunch of wires and pipes wrapped around a cylinder and a white rectangle with a long red line in the middle was crookedly taped to the side. Disgusting heat radiated from the tube as Rebecca and Cassandra's eyes stung and noses wrinkled. The girls were quick to slam the panel shut and seal the smell and heat away, but they weren't quite done here. Why was it here? This was the last place that should have one of these games; the entire point of the wolf's part of the mall was the beauty place and the racetrack outside. The obvious answer, if it could be called that, was the Nightguard put it here. But why? None of the other machines looked or smelled or overheated like this one so it must've been important. But how? What set this one apart from the rows and rows right outside the Marionette's room? What was worth protecting?

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Small update

The next They're Just Children isn't going to be ready for this Friday, just one more week without a new chapter between other WIPs on other accounts and tax season lol

thanks @animal-lord24

burnt out as hell. fuck it we ball fuck it we ball

the snake that eats herself

I just put up the 111th chapter of They're Just Children, time to disappear into the Nowhere for another week until the Music Man encounter happens.

shoutout to my friend gelato

I always liked Spyro's wooden wings. I think his Skylanders Giants model had then and I thought they were prosthetics after winning Spyro's Adventure but they never showed up again. The longer snout and curvy horns suit him better, too.

Just a Spyro. I haven’t had much time to work on art aside from small doodles here and there.

Canon.

Future Gregory: I have come from the future!

Gregory: Man, I’m buff.

Cassie: Yeah but still short.

Gregory: shut up!

Future Gregory: I have news to bring. The mimic will try to implant his subconscious into another device and you must bring him down.

Vanessa; What happens to Fazbear?

Future Gregory: They eventually lose business so they get bought out by Bass pro shops. Which actually improved them morally.

Vanessa: bold of you to assume Willy won't be possessed by a fish

sweet

SWEET

C O N S E Q U E N C E S

I just LOAAAAVEEEEE seeing him suffer don’ cha think?

✨REBLOGS APPRECIATED✨

Cassie trying to help Mono and Six

persisting despite it all !

My mind instantly went to the Kreigers and I love it!

The year is close to end, but Im still drawing my Coven Heads

The mysterious Head of the Potion Coven and a veteran of the Unification War. It is said that the trauma of war and combat mentally ruined him to the point that to this day, he believes to still in being on combat duty. The rest of his coven leave him alone in his base in The Knee where he prepares all kinds of potions and chemicals lethal to living beings, his survival is only possible thanks to the mask and the tank on his back. He created a special weapon that fires ammunition made from these potions of death and always has at least 3 types of shots loaded.

Holy fuck I grew up on this AU

The random doodles, one being a redraw of an old parody I did before

Missed opportunity to have Pigment phasing through the jail.

Monopoly Time!

Of course everything would go wrong in the best way. (They don't know the rules, Huey and Mew teamed up to rob the bank)

Fanart of @xxtc-96xx's characters

Based on this

25 posts!

M O R E

MORE MELDING FACTIONS

Tau Genestealer Cultists

by Benjamin03

I’m disappointed you didn’t like my rhymes. You must pay for your crimes in nothing but dimes and mines. That’s the line for the time.

OBJECTION!

I gave no opinion for or against your rhymes.

What resources are to be gained from shoes? Also what if the baby got socks. Socks for Six. Six Socks. Or what if I gave her a mix tape? A mix for Six. Also Mono is Bono.

Leather can patch things up, and laces can tie things together.

Socks can make hard surfaces slippery while trying to run away from adults. Better to be torn apart for extra string or makeshift tourniquets/bandages (not like they know the difference).

Six would have Uzi's taste in music.

Mobo

LOVE the idea of the Daycare Attendant being the one the neurodivergent kids get sent to because they have a special database or programming or something that the base band don't lol

Doodled some very happy boys!! Might colour it later... 🔆🌙

One egg is all that is needed.

they should invent a new type of guy that enjoys water, and plays fun sports like soccer and tennis. lots of guys like water but they HATE soccer and tennis, and tons of guys play soccer and tennis, but they'll only drink milk

what would six do if I give her shoes?

tear them apart for resources, wearing them makes too much noise.

ALL THE COLORS!

Use of color theory is nice :D

If your writing style feels messy or chaotic,

Lean into it.

Mess with the fonts. Give you writing some-

pop

And be as damn well creative and clever with the formatting, narrative progression, use of tropes or lack thereof as you want.

You

Are

Not

Obligated

Towards

Writing

A

Certain

Way.

(Especially if this is internet writing we're talking about.)

Looking at you, Fanfiction Community. You aren't responsible for fitting so rigidly into

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