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Why did this game become so popular so suddenly.
- The game happened like two days ago, it's really new
- It happened right after PT and Silent Hill were announced, probably hyping people up for some new survival horror material
- There's nothing but "PC MASTER RACE" and "MGS IS A SHIT SERIES ANYWAY" threads right now, so one that's actually vidya is always welcome
- Challenge, OC, fun
Did I hear...incredibly bad fanfic?
Cause I heard Incredibly bad fanfic
>Be the new Late Night Guard at Freddy's
>It's your first night
>Wearing a used, shitty guard uniform shirt they agve you.
>Strange coffee-like stains on it
>Even got a nametag with 'Hi, my name is Tyler"
>They didn't have your name, just gave you that one.
>Would it kill them to get you a decent one?
>After all, "a decent unifrom is the best indicator that you AREN'T from some backwater South-East Asian country run by Commies and Druglords!"
>Can't see them wrapping up everything at the front - too many people in the way.
>Haven't been to this place in YEARS.
>Last time your dad attacked Freddy when it bopped him on the head with his mike.
>Much hilarity was had.
>But you were kind of banned for life.
>Thought it'd be a shit-easy job.
>Sit and look at shit overnight.
>You begin to walk to the front, to track down someone to talk to, but Manager quickly grabs you.
>He quickly wisks you to a room at the back, and pushes your dumb-ass ass down on the seat.
>Orientation consists of "Here's you seat, you're here till morning"
>He promptly runs off.
>Must be a busy guy.
>Or a lazy fucker who'd rather fuck off home than help you.
>Everyone leaves in a rather quick hurry.
>One guy yells out 'May God have mercy on your soul!', before you hear a door slam.
>All the lights shut off, leaving you alone in the dark.
>...well, none of this is ominous.
>Chilling in front of cameras
>Seems like an easy job
>No idea why the pay sucks though
>It's fucking hot.
>Turn on the fan.
>That lovely, cool air, feels so good on your skin!
>You were destined to be with this fan!
>You hear the phone ring, but you can't find the bloody thing.
>Before you can locate the annoying, beeping contraption, you hear it click on.
>"Hello. Helloo. ehh I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled down on your first night. Uhm I actually worked at that office before you. I am finishing up my last week now as of matter of fact so I know it can be overwhelming but I am here to tell you that there is nothing to worry about. You'll do fine."
>You're wondering why you're getting this message NOW of all times.
>And why he's emphasising why everything will be okay.
>"Now, there's a legal tender thing here, blah blah blah, words, words, death and dismemberment, er...anyway, it's not that bad, you'll be fine."
>You have a feeling you won't be fine
>"Now, you should have in front of you a...er... camera monitor on the tablet, which you can use to monitor the rooms, corridors and ...um...so forth."
>Rare event can trigger that will result in bonnie grabbing her guitar and attempting to bash a door down, taking off 10% of power but only on night 6
>any of them can end up with the guitar
>There's a rough layout of the place on the tablet, and you idly click around.
>Woah, this is like some Ghost Hunter's Night-vision stuff here.
>Everything's dark, illuminated by a faint pale light.
>You begin to idly click around.
>The image of the main stage, and Freddy the Bear, Chica the Chicken and Honey the Bunny on stage, deactivated, like their strongs cut.
>You don't remember their robot bodies being so smooth and lithe like that when you went here years ago.
>Looks liek they upgraded!
>"You'll need to do this because...well...the animatronics do tend to get a bit...well...frisky, at night. They're set to a sort of 'free-roam' mode at night, sort of winds down their servos and ...uhm... capacitors, or something to do with their robot brains, I don't know."
>"It has to do with ... er, some...ah, something to do with their 'previous' careers."
>This is some high tech shit.
>Wasn't there something in the news about old military models being decomissioned and put out for sale recently?
>streamer force themself to play this game
>they got 120$ donation
this game are meta
So /v/. what happened last night? Did Vlascenko beat the sixth night? Did he kill himself by drowning in his own tears? Did the mods go even more vigilant and slit his throat? I had to leave a lot earlier than I wanted to.
I made a thread for this but it's probably better to post it here.
NEW THING TO TEST
On day six, before Freddy goes RIGHT NEXT TO YOUR FUCKING DOOR, he appears in other places. Maybe you can delay him more if you watch him in this other hiding spots.
I can't help but think the wolf is some tragic goofball who just wants to make friends but never can because he's fucking terrifying
>he's running down the hall
>oh boy oh boy i can't wait to meet the new security guard
They got me, those screaming puppets got me....but I'm still alive somehow thank god. It's all dark here now. Where's the morning, I just want go home and get paid.
The lights! They're on, I'm still at Freddy's, oh people are here!
Why are they staring at me...why can't I move, Freddy is next to me? Oh god I'm moving I'm singing somebody help!
> Thank you children for welcoming our newest member Guardog!
game relies too heavily on high pitched screams and jump scares
now normally I don't mind jump scares too much, but the high pitched screams sound so canned, literally like something out of a youtube optical illusions video.
its an okay game, but the jump scares are poor and just makes it uncomfortable to play
>"And there hasn't been any major incidents since the Bite of '97, but hey, it's amazing what a man can do without...y'know."
>HIS FRONTAL LOBE?
>This job is looking worse and worse.
>Already you're imagining Freddy coming at you with a knife, declaring you're an intruder.
>"And they do tend to have their...um...own little quirks, and they'll be fairly curious about you and what you may be...ahem...'packing', and they'll...probably try and get to know you better. And they can sometimes...creep up and scare you a bit. But you shouldn't worry, everything will be fine."
>'Getting to know you'?
>Shit, they're going to come in and gut you to get to know your insides better!
>This guy must have balls of fucking steel or some shit.
>And you, you must be the sacrificail lamb to the slaughter!
>For 4 bucks a fucking hour!
>"Um...I'm sorry I couldn't guide you through this...but...er...I have to deal with some...um...issues, at head office. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow, keep an eye on the perimeter doors and you should be fine."
>Fuck the perimeter of the building, you're going to be watching the door to the fucking office.
>You look down at your tablet on your lap, and scan through the cameras.
>Hallways to the office.
>Okay, we're kind of good.
>Main eating area.
>Tables, chairs and party hats.
>Okay, seems fine.
>You frantically tap around on the tablet.
>Nothing's happening at Pirate Cove
>Nothing in the store room
>Nothing in the main room, nor the entrance.
>Nothing in the kitchen - but there's something wrong with the visual.
>You quickly flick away.
>Outer halls - clear
>Inner halls - clear.
>You look up and quickly flick on the lights, petrified.
>Nothing on the left.
>Nothing on the right.
>So, then, where the fuck did they go?
>You have no idea.
>They could be ANYWHERE, just dodging your cameras, or hiding in dark spots.
>You swear you hear something moving around.
>You hear the faint sound of music.
>You hear the clatter of plates and chairs.
>You hear disembodied laughing and disjointed talking.
>You quivering in your seat, sweat dripping off your brow.
>You are seriously considering NOPEing right the fuck out of there-
>"NOW HOLD IT MISTER BITCH PANTS!" you hear your father yell in your head, "I did not fuck your mother silly just so my luckiest sperm could be a useless sissy-bitch like YOU!"
>Ah, your father.
>You remember this speech well.
>"IF you are UNDER ATTACK from monsters from beyond the void, son, then you do not QUIVER like a hippy getting BEAT DOWN by PATRIOTIC AMERICANS on the WHITEHOUSE LAWN! YOU get up and you face your FEAR like a MAN in a CONSTRUCTIVE and USEFUL MANNER!"
>You remember him pointing, you're sniffling six-year-old self not knowing what the fuck was going on.
>"I FULLY expect you to go into that CLOSET, and rip out the heart of the TERRORIST that is preventing you from getting your appropriate 8 hours of SHUT EYE! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!?"
>Yes you do.
>You remember running into your closet and tearing half your clothes apart in a rage.
>That was a good night.
The jump scares are essentially a punishment for losing, rather than a means to scare you along the way (unless you get particularly alarmed by the rabbit or duck turning up at the doors, or the wolf charging down the corridor).
>You're locked in a place you're unfamiliar with with killer robots.
>Would your father take that as an excuse?
>He'd take that as a CHALLENGE!
>WARFACE MODO ACTIVATED
>You test the left door to the office.
>It's pretty solid, and closes with a loud but satisying crunch.
>This ploy will require balls.
>But it will be GLORIOUS.
>You check the tablet in your lap again, rubbing your hands together.
>Where are these fuckers
>Nothing in the main eating area.
>Still nothing on the stage
>Curtains open on Pirate's Cove-
>There's a wolf-head poking out, looking into the camera.
>The wolf just...stands there, mouth slightly open and askew, just...looking at the camera.
>You hear a small tinkle somewhere, of cutlery being moved.
>Shit, the others!
>You quickly scan over the eating area - nothing.
>You look back and the curtain is open, the wolf still looking at the camera with those cold, dead, doll-like eyes.
>It must be some sort of distraction tactic.
>Keep your eyes on it, while it's friends sneak up on you and knife you in the dark.
>Well not this time bitch-tits!
>You quickly scan the hall-ways to the office.
>You quickly check the lights.
>Nope, nothing outside waiting to tear you apart.
>You look back at the camera over Pirate Cove.
>You at least know where THAT one is.
>The curtain is fully open, and that animatronic face of your NIGHTMAREs continues to stare, lifeless at the camera.
>But the rest of the body is off screen, in the general direction of your office.
>You know, you just KNOW this fucker is going to run at you as soon as you take the camera off him.
>You look at the door switch, then back at the camera monitor.
you are the scum of loli loving, you fucking blow out in the shit that slicks my damn table you fag enabler
>the kitchen camera works now
>this guy has a chance of popping up
But anon, that would mean that you have one friend. Whoever could that be?
>You stand up, change monitors on the tablet, and stand flat against the wall.
>You hear whirring, the pitter-patter of paws, the growing sound of something large moving fast towards you.
>But you've been drilled and trained.
>When your father heard you were using the cimputer in your room to jerk off, he used this opportunity to test your reflexes.
>So he'd randomly run down the hall into your room at night and crash tackle you.
>Then laugh at you for watching soft-core shit and put on something entirely inappropriate from the Animal Planet while talking about girls.
>Those were good afternoons.
>The big, hulking thing is tearing down the hall, each step a thump.
>You ready yourself.
>You hear the whizzing of servos, the clack of metal, the slick noise of fabric
>Your finger is in the appropriate position.
>There's a final loud thumb and the pink wolf fucker leans into the room, that crazed, dead face glaring at the chair.
>You quickly press the door button.
>The wolf stops screeching, it's head turning to you, jsut as the door slams down.
>It makes a rather nice crunch noise as the door slams into the ground, pinning your assailant to the floor.
>The robot wolf makes a strained, garbled noise.
>It's not dead!
>Clearly, more force is required.
>You begin to apply more force with your foot, repeatedly, to the thing's fucking head.
>It gibbers and clatters, it's one free arm trying to grab you.
>You will not be undone by a pinned robot!
>You WILL be victorious against the girly bitch-ass animatronic, and you will LIKE it!
>Heck, it even sounds like it's pleading for mercy.
>AMERICA WINS AGAIN!
>"What are you DOING!?"
>You turn right and-
>It's the Rabbit.
>Target codename - Honey the Bunny.
>You react on instinct, and throw the tablet at her face.
>It bounces off.
>It continues to stare at you.
>tonight, on kitchen nightmares
>watch as Gordon Ramsay has to tangle with a failing pizza restaurant... and their animatronics
>jesus fucking christ, what the fuck is that?
>no wonder why no one comes here, you'd kill someo-
Huh, that Franken Fran chapter actually features this game's characters.
>"I ask again - what are you DOING!?"
>You go to reach for the chair, but it swiftly grabs you and holds you into your potential weapon of choice.
>Fuck, you're going to die, but you are going to die SCREAMING AND KICKING.
>AND IT WILLL BE GLORIOUS!
>"Dude, seriously, calm the fuck down," yells the Bunny.
>Fuck that, you tell the animatronic, YOU will not be captured by ex-military model robots who will gut you alive! You WILL-
>"Ex-military - are you high!?" gibbers the Rabbit, no doubt flustered that you were able to see through it's cunning plan!
>You tell the robot that are high - ON LIFE and COMBAT, things which a murder machine like it cannot UNDERS-
>"...so you're a loony?" it flatly states.
>You frown so hard at the machine of doom that you swear you turned it to stone.
>It. Did not. Just call you a loony.
>"Yes, you're a fucking loony," it re-iterates, obviously pissed.
>"Is everything alright?" you hear from the hallway.
>Attacking with superior numbers!
>Right when you have them where you want them!
>"No, this, lunatic-WILL YOU HOLD STILL!"
>You tersely reply NO.
>"This lunatic pinned Pirate under the door, open it will you?" the robot bunny yells over it's shoulder.
>Around the corner emerges the Chicken, Chica.
>It's bib bops, as it appears to show shock at the plight of it's comrade.
>It quickly jumps over to the JUSTLY DEFEATED Wolf on the floor.
>The door opens and the Wolf rolls about languidly, touching it's chest and joints.
>"Pirate! What happened!?" squaks the Chicken.
>"Ow. Damaged. Ow," it grunts.
>"Come on Pirate, let's get you over to the store room," soothes the Chicken, struggling to lift him up, "Hey Frank, help us out, will ya?"
>You see the hulking form of the bear emerge from the right it's cold, lifeless eyes judging you.
>It doesn't say anything, just STARES at you.
>It walks across the room, it's head turning a la the Exorcist, and picks up the Wolf, easily.
>and it's only $120
The Jews are the real evil in this game
It can't be KN US unless there's a blacklight involved.
Wait, what's this about? What's the game like, I just woke up and have no idea what you faggots are talking about, but I'm down for creepy toy bear vidya.
No one posted this yet?
>being this ready 4 freddie
>You're a guard at a chuck-e-cheese ripoff
>Place has animatronics to entertain guests
>They don't have an off button
>They wander at night
>If they find you, because of the poor light, they'll think you're just 'not in costume'
>Then they try to stuff you into a 'costume'
>The 'costume' is full already
>this kills the guard
Watching a man descend into madness is unnerving. But I can't stop watching.
You're a security guard at a shitty knockoff Chuck-E-Cheese, and every night the animatronic robots try to murder you. You sit in your security office trying to manage your limited power because the store owner is a jew, and keep the horrible robots at bay through the night.
Imagine a sequel where you actually have to go around the restaurant the perform maintenance and what not while avoiding Freddy and friends
having them pop into the room and scream 'WELCOME TO FREDDIES' is an appropriate punishment for losing (which, lets face it, losing is going to happen a LOT) not an extremely high-pitched ear rape that makes me want to blend a kitten, at that point its just dettering people from the game
like those shitty nightmare house games
it is better than most of the shit out there, especially if they would fix the bog standard screams
how can you not notice them, they play pretty much every time you lose and they're even more alarming than the goofy animatronics
>The only way to get them off your ass is to run back to the office and slam the door in their face.
Interesting. So does it take power to keep the doors shut? Because from the format I'm curious why you wouldnt just keep the doors shut all the time and not move? Can you explore other rooms and stealth it?
How does watching them with a security camera and closing the door to your office for a minute keep them at bay? Why don't they just wait outside the door until it opens again?
Oh, that's franken fran? Shit, i've been wondering the name of that for a while.
DOORS REQUIRE POWER
EVERYTHING REQUIRES POWER
INCLUDING THE LIGHTS, CAMERAS, AND DOORS
MANAGE THE POWER CAREFULLY
IF YOU RUN OUT OF POWER, THE DOORS SLIDE OPEN AND FREDDY AND HIS PALS WISH YOU A VERY WARM WELCOME WITH THEIR FURIOUS ROBO-DONGS
>been playing for 7 hours
>wont take a break for 4 more hours
>even then its only for food so 5 mins max
>Will play it till its either beaten or he passes out
>then mentiones he doesnt pass out till after 48 hours
Fankriss is Freddie
>not wanting that juicy silking smooth 120 dollars
Where's the part where you fuck chica
It's weird, cause as much as I hate the fact that he screams like a bitch and is generally a disliked Youtuber. I'd REALLY want to see him get the fucking shit scared out of him. This is legitimate terror.
>"What is your DEAL!?" screeches the bunny from animatronic hell.
>You tell her your deal is that you were under attack from her and her various ex-military allies!
>You announce that you were aware of the Wolf's cunning plan to attack and destroy you, and you successfully countered his inferor ex-military self.
>No WONDER he was decommisioned!
>"Dammit Pirate...Why do you think we're ex-military you expletive?" she groans, long-suffering.
>...did she just say-
>"Vocal filters, not important, back to 'ex-military',"
>You reply that there was an ad recently for decomissioning of military models, released for commercial sale, namley her and her cronies NOW'S YOU CHANCE
>You kick your in the groin.
>It's not very effective.
>The Bunny shakes its head again.
>"We're not ex-military, you expletive! We've been here for YEARS! We're ex-pleasure models!"
>The bunny suddenly bounces up and down, and you suddenly realize it has assets.
>Clearly this is a cunning ruse to lure you into a false sense of security.
>No doubt hiding some sort of explosive in there!
>The Bunny rolls her eyes.
>"Look, just, look at the rest of me, you loony!"
>You regard you adversary.
>The bunny afixes you with a look, with fairly advanced pseudo facial muscles, realistic lips and eyes and ears.
>No doubt a luring tactic!
>You pass your eyes over her lithe, feminine form judgementally.
>Clearly, this is an assassin model, mean to to slide in through narrow gratings and vents.
>You look back up, unimpressed.
>The Bunny glares at you.
>Then, with one hand planted in your chest, she swiftly puts her rather nimble hand on your pants.
>She quickly unzips your fly, and feels into your underwear.
>An interrogation tactic!
>You state that you'll NEVER talk!
>The hand smoothly cups your package from inside your underpants, pulling your junk out.
>She gently strokes your member, still glaring at you.
>Sucks to be her, you're enjoying this.
I love how no one can figure out what the hell Freddy's about
>maybe he hates the light
>maybe it attracts him
>he uses the duck as bait
>he also uses the bunny as bait
>he'll come for you if you watch him
>maybe he'll come for you if you don't
>also fucking empty suit
I really fell like it's the 90s again.
>eyes pinned since the darkest hours of the morning
>look over to my clock
>the holiest time hath arrived
>it is now safe to leave my room
>my house will not attempt to kill me
I BEAT THIS GAME IN REAL LIFE GUYS, WEST COAST BOYS WW@
you get put inside a suit and basically iron-maiden'd by moving mechanical parts that adjust and accommodate for your mulched up corpse, your eyes pop out of your skull as it gets smushed and your teeth bend and snap out of your mouth at the gums while the mechanisms inside are moving
At least he's really eager to see you.
August 14, 2014.
We've lived to see another morning.
I didn't even notice he had an eyepatch.
AZ reporting in, just killed a scorpion with a machete!
The shift ends at 6AM. YOUR shift is still fast approaching and then...
This shit ain't worth the $120 mi amigo
Okay, I know about the Rabbit and Chicken.
I know the Fox from Pirate Cove pops out if you don't use the camera.
What does Freddy DO exactly, other than come at you when the power is off?
Also what is being said during night 5, it's all garbled and shit.
>Mfw I have a few friends over tonight.
>Mfw I have a computer room with 2 doors and set up much like the game's office.
>Mfw we decide to play a game much like the real game one guy sits at the computer in my office and tries to sneak up on him, have to slam the door shut before they can get in.
>Mfw it's my turn to sit at the computer and wait.
Fuck this is fun and terrifying, it's like being a kid again. and very frightened kid.
From what I heard
talynn on FA
fridge is also doing stuff
>listening to Black One while watching this stream
>leave room at 5:45
>father works at a high class restaurant
>sometimes people give him gifts for being a good host
>usually cigars, liquor and big tips
>but not this time
>4 FOOT TALL STUFFED BEAR GREETS ME
>COMPOSURE STATUS: LOST
>READY 4 FREDDIE STATUS: NOT
>LET OUT THE MOST HORRIFIC GIRLISH SCREAM OF MY LIFE
>WAKE UP THE ENTIRE HOUSE, THE NEIGHBORS AND GET THE POLICE CALLED
>MY GODDAMN FUCKING FACE WHEN EXPLAINING THE PREDICAMENT IVE BEEN IN ALL NIGHT
I DIDNT MAKE IT BROS
No, that's why is so damn tense, I have to rely soley on hearing to tell where they are.
We take turns whenever someone is caught, I tend to imitate the wolf and just to rush the guy in the chair...unfortunately they hear me running most of the time and slam the door so it's not very effective.
is there a tutorial when i start this up?
if not, can some kind anon explain the basics. Or is it one of those games it more fun to discover it for your self. im only asking because of indie shit
>Fran fans on /v/
You muh niggas.
This actually sounds like fun, I wanna try it now but i'm afraid i'll piss myself in front of someone.
Looks like her style alright.
Too bad nothing related to it shows up on her gallery.
Also, watching the two streams at the same time is weird, to say the least.
Whether or not he is isn't the point. The man hasn't had a chance to sleep or eat for almost eight hours. He deserves some rest.
But hey, it's up to him. If he's brave (or crazy) enough to keep going, it's impressive.
I'm sorry to hear that anon. I actually had my teddy bear on my table all night.
We've known each other since I was 3. I trust you with my life, Rocky Bear.
He needs to sleep and come back at it. He's at that stage where he's been staring at it so long and gotten so wound up, he keeps doing worse and worse each time.
I think she was the first time I was ever genuinely enamoured with a character's design.
Closest thing I've ever had to a waifu.
>Sequel to Five Nights at Freddy's
>The huge amount of missing persons reports finally get noticed by the local police department and the place is shut down
>The owner of the restaurant has gone missing, so a night watch is posted at the restaurant to prevent destroyed evidence
>you are the guard, and on the night of your first watch, you see a tape recorder sitting next to a fan
>"ksshhht.. Depending on when you're hearing this, you're early very lucky or a dead man walking. My name is Pedro, and this is the last night I'm spending in this hell hole before I skip town..."
I honestly need to have a good read of it again from start to finish.
I honestly wish I knew good ambiance music for reading it, I want to immerse in that shit.
oKAY GUYS guys what if there was a bonus dungeon and you had to escape from them in one of these
>pornographic version of the game
>all the suits will force sex on you on sight
>they will not stop at any point
Reminder that this place was real.
>streamer makes it to just before 5 am on night 6
>5 power left
Was a good run
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0ClUPfvTMYC someone download this as a wav or something and plug it into a voice editing program and speed it up gradually, see if we can get a clearer message that way because now its so slow its hard to make out the words.
>You re-iterate that you'll never give up American lives!
>She rolls her eyes as her hand begins to more firmly stroke your hardening member.
>Soon you're quite hard, throbbing actually.
>She must be the worst interrogator ever.
>This is quite pleasant, actually.
>Unless - it's a trick!
>Yes, clearly, this is the carrot!
>It's only a matter of time until the others come back with the stick!
>But you will not be undone by this wench!
>Even if you are throbbingly hard under her tender ministrations.
>You declare that you'll never surrender!
>She grunts, clearly annoyed.
>She positions herself over you, and you notice her distinct absence of pants.
>Her legs are wide, and her cleft - or what you can see of it - seems realistic enough.
>She descends her hips, rubbing along your member, slick lubricant smearing onto your tool.
>OH GOD, morale may be breaking under this horrendous torture!
>"Remember your dick-to-pussy training! YOU do not stop until SHE is thoroughly defeated by your superior cockmanship!"
>You take your father's words to heart and strengthen your resolve.
>You once again announce that you'll never talk!
>"This isn't an interrogation you expletive!" she moans seductively, still glaring at you.
>She must be frustrated that you're seeing through this cunning guise!
>She repositions your tool with one hand, and she slams down, hilting you inside her warm, gooey insides.
>She doesn't move her hips, but her insides undulate and grip inside her, milking you.
>Her glare faulters as she moans, throaty and deep.
>Clearly, you need to counter-attack!
>You grab her hips and lift her.
>Or try to.
>She remains plastered on your cock, your member being grabbed and pulled.
I'd relive my irrational childhood terror of giant assholes in animal suits with my other irrational childhood terror of these kinds of playground things. I can't explain the latter. Just seeing that made my skin crawl.
I wanna read it again but it's still too fresh in my mind.
Such a shame.
Although I do need to go through the earlier chapters and crop her from them. I didn't start doing it until about 20 chapters in
>It feels like a simultaneous blow-job, handjob and pussy-fuck, like fucking a pussy full of slathering tongues.
>You try and thrust, anything, but the bitch is relentless, her warm hole pleasuring you intensely.
>You're beginning to get light headed, your breath shallow.
>Are you going to be defeated by this temptress so soon!?
>You strain, holding on in the face of the onslaught.
>The Bunny grunts, trying to increase her ministrations.
>You faulter, struggling.
>You think of the flag.
>You think of George Bush.
>You think of Freedom.
>You think about baseball.
>You think about the lovely hole your dick is currently soaked in.
>You hold on, gripping the thighs of your foe.
>"Come on, just, come already!" she grunts.
>Your dick is raw with pleasure, your thoughts are hazy, your heart is pumping, your chest is expanding and contracting with exertion.
>NO, think of-
>This is going to happen.
>NO, NO, Patriotism, freedom, justice-
>You cannot stop this.
>The hole milks you crazily, vibration coming into the mix.
>You tense, grabbing the foul things thighs as you shoot a load from your tender balls into her hole.
>"Fucking finally," she groans.
>You gasp as you send another, and another pearly white load into her torture chamber.
>But beside the overhwleming pleasure of orgasm, you feel nothing but shame.
>Shame and defeat.
>You have been outwitted but this mechanical creature, and now you will surely die.
>"There," pants the Bunny, "Ex-Pleasure Model. Not military, pleasure."
>There's no hope, all of America will be over-run by Communists and everyone will be forced to eat chinese food.
>"Now, can you stop with the crazy army stuff, and stop sticking innocent androids in doors!?" she pokes you in the chest.
>You lament your loss, even as you begin to very slowly soften inside those horrible folds.
>She internally screeches through clenched, metallic teeth.
I wonder what the protocol is for taking a shit
>Freddie bursts into the room
>gets shoved aside
>"Not now faggot I need to take a massive dump"
>Freddie picks himself up and grumbles all the way back to the stage
we used to have a franken fran avatarfagging tripfag, who cares? your precious isn't safe and none of your preciouses have ever been safe, even nainsell used to avatarfag with frankenfran
Aw yiss he's back
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>freddie king crimsons his way into the room
>tries to be 845784spookie28374392you
>but you ignore him
>he glances over your shoulder to see whats more important than getting stuffed into a suit
>youre playing the game while living the game
>mfw you and i have no face
Mind giving me a download of the entire folder of Franken Fran crops?
I believe someone will beat this god forsaken game
Too late, I'm reading it right now and you can't stop me.
Not that I know of, but those ads are creepy as hell.
Alright, the most of this shit just sounds like random gibberish, but some things I could make out was him saying "Here you go, enjoy it!".
Sounds like they're just saying lines that they say when they serve food to people or something?
DID ANYBODY BEAT 6TH DAY?
I SLEPT FOR LIKE AN ETERNITY WHILE BEING TROUBLED WITH TERRIBLE NIGHTMARES AND I REFUSE TO BELIEVE NOBODY DID IT YET
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Fankriss got within seconds of beating it, then Freddy king crimson'd through the door and got him.
Closest I've seen thus far, but Fankriss is getting tired, and Vlad just started his stream back up.
No one's done it yet. I'm debating pulling up Cheat Engine and doing it. I'm not quick nor fast handed enough to beat this game under normal means, but if you have unlimited power, nothing's going to stop you just keeping the doors shut 24/7. So hunt down the power value, lock it in place, go past 6 days with doors purely closed and just see what happens.
>mfw i thought there was only 3 robots
just got rekt
Goddamn anon I can't fap if I'm laughing so hard.
And it was rad as shit.
haha oh wow
did the 'corridor lights trigger freddy' got confirmed or debunked?
>YFW freddie knows you've been cheating and kills you instantly
>Something grabs your shoulder while your browser 4chan.
>You expect its one of your friends and about to declare it;s your turn.
It's not your friend.
>that cheerleader rat chanting "POP LOCK AND DROP IT" over and over
Any one ever tell you that you's a classy motherfucker?
Everything else is screaming at you, and then the wolf is chilling at the door and running so as not to spook you outright, unlike twitchy chicken and Buggy bunny.
Wolf just wants his soda, man.
this sticking door stuff is bullshit
is it random or do you guys think there are triggers for it?
The inner workings of Freddy remain an enigma that will haunt all our dreams.
>"Honey, if you'll allow me," you hear a deep throaty voice.
>You look over and it's Freddy.
>Clearly, here is the stick to the Bunny's carrot.
>Bunny gets off you, glaring at you with deep, intense hatred.
>You brace yourself for the horrible bashing you are no doubt about to experience.
>"Soldier!" barks the Bear in pure American drill-seargent, "Ten-HUT!"
>You stand up at attention.
>"Clearly you have no idea where you ARE son!" barks the Bear, stabbing you in the chest, "YOU are in Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! The only hostile you will encounter is a vandal breaking in OR a drunk from Cosmo's who will aim to attack this facility! Do I make myself clear!"
>You reply with the trained 'Sir yes SIR!'
>The bear nods.
>"Darn straight son," he begins to pace in front of you, "Now while I admire your ingenuity in successfully defending against Pirate's surprise test attack, I have to complain about your methods! Nowhere did I mention that Pirate was to be overly harmed! What do you have to say for yourself, soldier!?"
>You reply with the trained, 'Sir I am an idiot, SIR!'
>"DARN RIGHT!" he yells, "You WILL run around this facility and learn of every entryway, every nook and cranny, and you WILL defend this place from unwholesome vandals and drunks, do I make myself clear!"
>You reply with the standard 'SIR YES SIR!', before running out, your dick in the wind.
>"Where did you learn that?" asks the Bunny, curious.
>"From a girl who liked playing soldier," replies the Bear, rolling his eyes.
And that's all I got.
Imagined it as something that would involve Full-Metal Panic! Anon slowly acclimatising to Freddy's with Androids who want to fuck him at night because it's their programming. Imagine original game, except ANon get's RAPE while the androids get RANDOM TRAP'd. Especially Pirate.
>Sucks to be her, you're enjoying this.
>Posting 'so fhunnay' blatantly written for that image version
3/10 I expect better.
>one person says using lights triggers him
>one person says not using lights triggers him
>everyone disagreeing about what works and what doesnt
>there is a fucking 3gb file specifically for Freddy's AI
what if.. everyone is correct? He notices what you do often and learns from it. Thus the players that used light a lot saw him often in lights. Or those who sat in darkness learned that he shyed away from light.
he knows your game better than you do, Freddy is unbeatable
>Tfw i went there when i was a kid
Fuck billy bob's.
oh shit I didn't know that's how it worked
I thought it was just some 6th night mechanic to fuck you over
I haven't played the game myself because I'm too fucking terrified of it
jeez I have a full catalog of OCs that get reposted every two threads, cut me some slacks for not knowing which are free to post now
no, I'm serious
it screams at you when you least expect it
I swear to god the guy who made this must be a fucking madman
Wait a moment... i've seen that face before...
The fuck am i playing
This blue thing keeps wrecking my shit at 5am and i have no clue where he comes from. am i playing the demo or some shit
i used the megaupload link in this tread
SO WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS
I DOWNLOADED THE GAME
I WAIT FOR SEVERAL MINUTES
A FUCKING ANIMATRONIC ARRIVES AND KILLS ME
I STILL HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO DO
THIS IS A GAME?
FUCK MODERN GAMING