satoshitomi

Hello f-list.

I previously made an update post last week on what I've been doing recently. One thing I've forgotten to mention is my weird and morbid obsession for the Five Nights at Freddy (FNAF)'s franchise. <3

For those who don't know much about it, well, FNAF is a point-and-click horror game which recently garnered a lot of attention and a strong fanbase, not only for its creepy gameplay but also for its mysterious plot.

First of all, no, I am not a gamer. Yes, you heard that right--I have never played a FNAF game. No, nada, HINDI. That's why I'm getting most of my theories from images floating around the web, let's play videos and video/forum fan-made theories. Disclaimer aside, with the release of the FNAF 3 game and the recent announcement of FNAF 4 as the final game in the series, I started wondering if I can piece together my own plausible theories.

Yes, this is what I've been doing recently (aside from fangirling arashi that is. <3)

Plot summary of the FNAF 1 from Wikipedia:

The main character, whose name is later revealed to be Mike Schmidt, has started a job working as a night watch security guard at the restaurant Freddy Fazbear's Pizza (a pastiche of restaurants like Chuck E. Cheese's). A voicemail message left by Mike's predecessor explains that the animatronic animal characters used at the restaurant, Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie, Chica, and the disused Foxy, are able to roam freely around it at night, because if they were left off for too long, their servo motors would lock up. He also adds that the animatronics were no longer allowed to roam freely during the day following an incident referred to as the "Bite of '87", which apparently involved the loss of someone's frontal lobe. The employee warns Mike that if one of the robots encounters a human, they will automatically assume that it is an endoskeleton that is not in costume yet, and "forcefully stuff them" into a spare mechanical Freddy Fazbear costume, killing the person in the process.

:D

So, without further ado, here are some theories:

DEAR SWEET MOTHER OF EFFING BALLS

I hate my job.

I just signed in for a moment to forward an email and my boss chose that exact same time to send me a direct message saying I should draft a f*cking write-up for the next wave cities and I was all:

'asdfghjkl
BAWAL MAGPAHINGA?
BAWAL MAGKABUHAY?
BAWAL MAGKASOCIAL LIFE?
BAWAL MATULOG?
BAWAL MAGKAKALULUWA??'

F*CK. DIE YOU PEOPLE. DIEEE. ;___;