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How the hell did john dropkick a damn robot and not get his leg broken or worse
(Edited by Yourlocalchaosenjoyer)
I want ya'll to share your theories on what the true ending of "The Fourth Closet" is. (Ya, ik this is a repost, lol.)
Here's mine:
So, I believe it is the "real" Charlie with John in the Epilogue - and no it's not because I favor happy endings, I don't - not in the FNAF fandom anyway, lol.
My evidence:
In all her forms, Not-Charlie wears lipstick - EVEN when she changes her form to look like Charlie, her red lipstick is still present on her lips. In the ending of "The Fourth Closet" when she smiles and reaches out to John, it's not.
Not-Charlie always wears red, in all her forms. But the "real" Charlie always wears a purple shirt paired with a dark green jacket and light blue jeans. In the Epilogue, the Charlie wears a purple dress the same shade as teen Charlie's shirt, and a jacket the same shade as her jeans.
Not-Charlie also has tiny pieces of metal like tiny fangs on both sides of the top row of her teeth - in the ending when she smiles at John, the metal pieces aren't there.
When Henry Emily's machine stabs them both with the Ella doll in between, Not-Charlie pushes Ella close to where Charlie was stabbed.
And that's it... whaddaya guys think?
I want ya'll to share your theories on what the true ending of "The Fourth Closet" is.
Here's mine:
So, I believe it is the "real" Charlie with John in the Epilogue - and no it's not because I favor happy endings, I don't - not in the FNAF fandom anyway, lol.
My evidence:
In all her forms, Not-Charlie wears lipstick - EVEN when she changes her form to look like Charlie, her red lipstick is still present on her lips. In the ending of "The Fourth Closet" when she smiles and reaches out to John, it's not.
Not-Charlie always wears red, in all her forms. But the "real" Charlie always wears a purple shirt paired with a dark green jacket and light blue jeans. In the Epilogue, the Charlie wears a purple dress the same shade as teen Charlie's shirt, and a jacket the same shade as her jeans.
Not-Charlie also has tiny pieces of metal like tiny fangs on both sides of the top row of her teeth - in the ending when she smiles at John, the metal pieces aren't there.
When Henry Emily's machine stabs them both with the Ella doll in between, Not-Charlie pushes Ella close to where Charlie was stabbed.
And that's it... whaddaya guys think?
John: Crushes are the worst. Whenever I’m near mine, I start acting stupid.
Charlie: You always act stupid.
Charlie:
Charlie: Wait...
Charlie: Lol. Heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you’ll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this.
John: What did you do Charlie?
Charlie: a Mistake.
What if...the toys are possessed by the novel trilogy characters?
Toy Freddy- Carlton
Toy Bonnie- John
Toy Chica- Jessica
Mangle- Marla
Balloon Boy- Jason
What do you guys think?
(Edited by FNaFFanatic2008)
Yes, I am unfunny-
When i came on the fandom today
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Ok so the twisted ones graphic novel doesn’t make much sense.
It’s about Charlie but 1 year after the deaths. How is she alive when she died a year ago?
On page 60 there seems to be a girl just like Charlie but dead. As you know Charlie in the book is still alive?
At the end someone who looks kind of like Charlie comes but that is impossible because twisted Freddy got her
And at the end everyone but John says a lady which looks nothing like Charlie ‘Charlie’
Once Charlie, Jessica, Clay and John found Afton he said he goes by springtrap now, Charlie freed him and he controls the twisted
They shot springtrap but his suit was not designed by Henry.
Also the missing children (except Cassidy) in the fnaf 1 suit helps them but Jessica says ‘And Chica! And Bonnie! Our Chica and Bonnie!’ But Bonnie is not there
Charlie accuses William of killing Sammy but William says ‘I didn’t choose him. I didn’t take him. I took you.’
That is all the confusing bits for me so if I can get answers that would help me. Thanks for reading.
(Edited by 1234yeetaman)
And a Office leak
Marla and Lamar sat on the couch. “How’s the reunion going?” John asked them.
“It’s amazing,” Marla said sarcastically.
Lamar held a bottle of beer in his hand. John had a glass of wine in his hand. Jessica had champagne in her hand, Carlton a bottle of beer.
“Marla, why aren’t you drinking?” John asked. “I mean, there isn’t anything wrong with that, but we’re at a bar so…”
Marla smiled. “Well, John, I’m pregnant.”
John spit out his wine. “Since when?”
“A few weeks ago.”
“You’re the dad right?” John pointed to Lamar.
“Of course he is,” Marla said. “Who else do you think it could be?”
Jessica and Carlton sat next to them. “Congrats you two,” Jessica said. “So when’s the wedding?”
“Oh, in a few months.” Marla smiled.
“But enough about us. How are you three doing?” Lamar asked.
Carlton looked down, upset. “I’m worried about my dad. He’s in his sixties now. I’ve been trying to take over for him at the station, but he has big shoes to fill. And you know, he’s been stressed.”
Jessica gave him a hug. “He’ll be fine. He’s Clay “killer robots don’t scare me” Burke. You think old age is going to stop him?”
“Jess, old age stops all humans.”
“Tell that to Dave.” She took another sip of champagne.
John’s phone buzzed. “It’s Charlie.”
Lamar raised an eyebrow. “Why didn’t you invite her?”
“She isn't of legal drinking age.”
Lamar looked confused. “But, she’s as old as all of us.”
Jessica, John, Marla and Carlton all looked at each other nervously.
“What aren’t you telling me?” Lamar asked.
“Honey,” Marla put a hand on his shoulder. “Angel. Love of my life. Charlie’s a dead kid.”
Lamar took a spit take. “A WHAT!”
Jessica stood up nervously. “Charlie died back in 1980. Henry built her a robot to keep his daughter alive and he kind of went insane.”
“And Charlie knows?” Lamar asked. The group nodded.
“Enough about her. Let’s talk about-”
“John, you a pedophile.”
Jessica, Marla and Carlton broke out laughing.
“I didn’t know!” John defended himself. “If I had known I wouldn’t have gotten involved.”
“You know John,” Carlton said. “As your best friend and future police chief, I’ll pardon you for that.”
“Ah yes,” Jessica took a sip. “Police corruption.”
The group broke out laughing.
“Wait a second,” Marla told them. “How did Charlie die?”
“Dave,” John and Jessica said in unison.
“Of course, it’s always him.”
Marla and Lamar Garcia. They were meant to be soulmates. The fact that their names were anagrams was proof of that.
What ended up happening to them?
Marla and Lamar were the first of the group to get married. A few months later, Marla had a healthy baby girl named Laura. The pair later had a son named Paul.
Marla got a job as a teacher, while Lamar opened a gym. The two stayed in New Jersey, but after the fire of 2027, they moved down to Southern Jersey.
Laura is currently 13, Paul is 8.
They aren’t allowed to go anywhere near Freddy Fazbear’s. That’s for the best.
(Garcia is my fanmade last name. Lamar and Marla don't have confirmed last names. Laura and Paul are OCs and not canon)
(When I wrote it, I thought it was really long so I split it in two. This might happen a lot throughout this series)
Also, for the entirety of this series, I will use some fan made add ins. Last names, I gave everyone last names. I don't really see a problem with this, but maybe if enough people yell at me, I'll stop.
Also, I'll probably name any unnamed characters, mostly parents. Same goes, enough people yell at me I'll stop, I just feel like I'm allowed. They aren't really lore important, so I don't see a problem. You should had come into this series expecting headcanons.
Now, on with the show.
John was always trying to understand Charlie. That was all he wanted, to understand her. To figure out if he could date her, he’d been dating her for a few years. She probably felt horrible. She probably felt so guilty, so out of control.
John felt guilty, moving across the country, to New Hampshire, with another girl. Don’t be mistaken, he loved Rachael too, but Charlie was always on his mind.
Why did he have to choose?
John’s phone rang. He picked it up and answered. “Hello?”
Jessica’s voice responded. “John, oh thank god you answered. Turn on the news. It should be everywhere.”
John raised an eyebrow,but walked into the living room and turned on the news.
“The fire at Freddy Fazbear’s in Elizabeth, New Jersey is still raging,” the news reporter said. “Luckily, it seems all but two of the employees have made it out of the fire. Fire services have just arrived, but people claim part of the building is collapsing.”
“John? Are you watching it?” Jessica asked.
“Yeah, I am.” John couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Sure, almost everyone had lost someone to Freddy’s, but who would go so far to burn it down?
“Keep watching,” Jessica said.
“The two missing managers have still not been found. Henry Emily, founder of Fazbear Entertainment, is alleged to be in his eighties, while Michael Afton, son of Henry’s co-founder, is described as weak and frail and covered in scars.”
The news shifted to an employee, Ray, giving an interview.
“Henry’s as good as dead. The man only gets out of his office to check on us and beat Mike. He isn’t going to make it out. I have hope for Mike though. He’s a survivor, if he can just make it through the fire, I know he’ll make it out. Barely a scratch on him!”
The TV kept going through different interviews.
“Jessica, did you see that! Henry was alive!”
“And remember that homeless guy from a few years back?”
“Michael Afton…”
“Yeah. And now they're both in the fire.”
“Did he ever call you?”
“No. He didn’t.”
“Where are you?”
“Across the street. I’m a forensic scientist John, I need to investigate. See if there’s a reason this place blew up.”
John focused his attention on the news. They were interviewing a nurse, Mia.
“To tell you the truth, I kind of hope at least one of them survives. I mean, I want both of them to be alive duh, but that’s not gonna happen with this much fire. And I want Henry to answer for those abusive workplace allegations.”
“Is Charlie with you?” John asked Jessica.
“She’s on her way. I told her not to come, but she insisted.”
“Marla? Lamar? Laura? Jason? Carlton?”
“Marla and Lamar are a few towns over. Jason is in New York. Carlton is back in Hurricane with Clay, but I expect them to be here within a few days.”
“Yeah.”
John focused back on the screen. Abusive workplace?
“Henry wasn’t an abusive boss. He was an abusive godfather. He never abused us, but he beat Mike on a daily basis-”
The building behind him collapsed. The pizzeria was nothing more than a pile of burnt rubble.
And everyone went silent. The only thing John could hear were the police sirens coming from Jessica’s phone.
“John?” Rachael entered the room. She looked at the screen horrified. “It didn’t.”
John could only nod.
John pulled away the phone and ended the call. He walked out of the living room. “I need a drink.”
So what happened to John Cromwell? Well, he ended up crawling back to Charlie. The two were meant to be soulmates. It was almost like the whole dead kid thing was just a roadblock.
Jessica and Carlton thought it was weird, but John kept convincing himself it was ok. “No, she aged and matured. No guys, it's not weird that I’m dating this dead kid!”
It is weird, you disgusting pig.
John has set a clear line in their relationship. No sex, no kids, if people don’t know the situation don’t tell them, if people to know the situation, run.
John and Charlie have been staying out of the Freddy Fazbear limelight. They moved back to Hurricane and John plans on living out the rest of his days there.
Rachael deserved better.
John didn’t want to answer the door. It was Charlie, but he didn’t want to talk to her.
After what happened at Jen’s house, he never wanted to see Charlie, this new Charlie.
“John!” she said from the other side or the door. “John, please open the door!”
Rain poured outside. He felt bad for Charlie.
He sighed and got up. He turned the door knob, letting Charlie into the apartment.
“John, I’m sorry for coming in so suddenly.” She looked older, like the fake Charlie, but her eyes looked more like Charlie’s eyes. She was more… developed, sexier.
Why did Henry build this? This was his daughter!
John kept reminding himself that she was five at most. A five year old girl possessing a robot version of his girlfriend. Yet he couldn’t help but blush.
“It seems a little cold,” she pulled her collar. “Maybe you could… warm me up.”
She’s five. She’s five! SHE’S FIVE!
Charlie put her hands on his shoulders and leaned closer. She bit her lip. “What do you say John? I’m older, more mature.”
She’s five at most, possibly three! Do not do it John!
Charlie pulled his jacket off. “John?”
John put a hand on her face and pushed her away. “I want to break up.”
“Break up?” she asked.
“Charlie… I just can’t be sure if you're the real Charlie.”
“Of course I’m the real Charlie! What would make you think I’m not?”
“I just… for freaks sake! You’re a three year old girl!”
Charlie sighed. “Is it because you think I’m too much trouble?”
“No. It’s because you are a DEAD CHILD!”
“Let me guess, there's another girl.”
“No, it’s not that-”
“Is it Rachael from the diner down the road?”
“Well, yes I would love to go out with her, but that’s not why I’m breaking up with you.”
“Then why?”
“Because I don’t want to be a fucking pedophile!”
Charlie stepped back. “Right, the ghost thing…”
“You can stay, just sleep on the couch.”
John and Jessica walked down the sidewalk. “So you’re moving back to Concord?” she asked.
“Yeah, Rachael has a family member who wants us to move in.”
Rachael was a waitress in the Hurricane Diner. She had blonde hair, emerald green eyes and light skin. John loved her, but he also wanted to be with Charlie. But, Charlie was a kid. And he didn’t want to be with this little girl.
But she’s matured since then, right? John didn’t know.
Either way, he and his new girlfriend would be in New Hampshire within the month.
“What about you?” John asked Jessica.
“I’m going on a date in Salt Lake City, might end up moving there if it works out.”
“How’s college?”
“Failing. I need to pay tuition, but I can’t afford it. And there’s rent. I just need some financial help.”
“Yeah. All our lives are falling apart.”
“Have you checked on Marla and Carlton yet?”
John sighed. “I should.”
“Marla and Jason’s parents are in the middle of a divorce. Lamar has been... ‘distracting her.’” She put up air quotes around distracting her.
“Sex?”
“Sex.”
John smiled. “At least two of us have a functional relationship.”
The pair turned a corner. They passed the abandoned Circus Baby’s.
“What about Clay?” John asked.
“No idea,” Jessica responded.
The pair focused on a man sitting in front of the pizzeria. He looked homeless. He wore a black hoodie, dark purple ripped jeans and black rain boots. He had a cigarette in his mouth, an empty alcohol bottle next to him. He had a purple cap in front of him, with a couple dollars in it.
John threw a couple of spare dollars into the hat. Jessica followed, kneeling down and putting a ten dollar bill in the hat.
“Dave!” Jessica asked. The man looked up.
The man had pale skin, his face was covered in scars. He had dark blue eyes and brown hair falling over his face. He looked a lot like Dave, William Afton.
“I don’t know any Daves,” the man said. He sounded like Afton.
“William…”
“Wrong again,” the man threw the cigarette to the ground. “He was my father.”
John could see that. He looked slightly younger than Afton, yet more traumatized. And also, somewhat not there.
“Your father?” Jessica asked.
“My name is Michael. I am William Afton’s son. I’m no happier than you are.”
“Michael?” John asked. “Like Michael Brooks.”
Michael pressed his head against the wall behind him. “In my hometown, I’m Michael Afton, the son of a serial killer. I’m a traumatised man. People worry about me, but none of them can help. But here? I’m Michael? Like Michael Brooks? I don’t know that dude.”
John felt bad for him. He was a serial killer’s son. How horrible had William treated him?
“Just take back your money,” Michael said. He held up the hat.
Jessica pushed it back. She pulled out a piece of paper and wrote something on it. “If you need to talk to someone, here’s my number.”
She continued down the street, with John on her tail.
“You gave a random homeless man, nay Dave’s son, your number!”
“What? There’s enough differences for Dave to be an evil little rat man and him to be hot.”
“You’re insane,” John siad. He looked back. Michael had disappeared, leaving only his cigarette and an empty bottle of alcohol.
Prologue/Day One/Day Two/Day Three/Day Four/Day Five/Day Six/Day Seven/Day Eight/Day Nine
Jake came back to Mike. He was holding a paper bag and a thermos. “It was hard, but I got Mr. Larson to get you chicken and fries. And he had the spare bottle.”
It was one of those old fashion bottles, with a twist-on mug.
“Thanks Jake,” Mike said as he grabbed the food.
“You look familiar, but I can’t put my mind on it,” Jake sat down next to him.
“Maybe I am,” Michael put a fry in his mouth. “I have amnesia.”
“How?”
Michael poured a bit of the bottle into the mug. It was steamy, possibly coffee. “I jumped off a building, hit my head on a lamppost.”
Jake closed his eyes. “Your mind is blurry. Readable but blurry.”
Michael kept eating and drinking, but he was seeing something. It felt like something was digging in his mind.
He was next to his dad in the car. His father opened the door on his side. “I’m going to do something, stay here.”
Michael nodded. He watched his father leave the car. Michael waited for his father to enter the pizzeria. Michael got out of the car and ran up to a payphone. He put in a few quarters and called someone.
“Hey Michael, what’s going on?” the man on the phone said.
“Uncle Henry, my dad’s doing something in the pizzeria.”
“Ok kid,” Henry said. “Why are you telling me this?”
Michael heard his stomach rumble. “I’m really hungry and tired, but he won’t take me home until he’s done.”
The memory faded. It switched to a memory of him on the couch watching a soap opera with a vampire and his weird bastard child. Michael was wrapped in a blanket with a box of tissues next to him.
His father sat next to him. He wrapped an arm around him as they watched the show.
“Are you feeling better?” his dad asked.
Michael shook his head. “I’m really tired. And hungry.” He sneezed into a tissue. “And you know, cold.”
William held him closer. “I’ll get you some hot chocolate.”
“Ok father.”
William got up and walked towards the kitchen.
The memories were interrupted by Michael’s coughing. He was puking up all the food he had shoved in his mouth.
“Mike! Are you ok?”
Michael couldn’t answer. He was vomiting up the fries, chicken and coffee.
When it had all left his body, he looked up at Jake. “What just happened?”
“I don’t know.” Jake closed his eyes again. Michael felt him digging again.
He was in the room with the spoon machine, the scooper. What happened in here? All he could remember was blood. Blood, organs…
He returned to reality.
Jake grabbed Michael’s shirt. He started ripping apart the buttons. “I’m sorry Mike, but I don’t think you have a stomach.”
Charlie smiled at the two men in front of her. “Thanks for offering to help. Oswald and Kelsey right?”
Oswald nodded. “I have a question. Is he related to William Afton?”
“Yes he is. No, he isn’t a serial killer. He’s suicidal and I’m worried.”
“Well, if he’s Afton’s kid…” Kelsey pointed out.
“He looks just like him, right?” Oswald asked.
“That is a whole different brand of therapy,” Charlie joked.
Oswald and Kelsey left the house. Charlie hadn’t realised, but Kelsey had a small freddy in his duffle bag. She shrugged and went back to the kitchen.
“Any sightings?” She asked the police officer at the table.
Officer Larson had blond hair, blue eyes, light skin and freckles. He was wearing his uniform, very formally.
“Not yet,” he said. “Don’t worry, we’ll find him.”
“I’m worried. He just tried to kill himself and has none of his memories. And if he goes to Freddy’s, something is going to kill him.”
“Charlie, he’ll be fine.”
“What if he’s already dead?”
“He’ll be fine! He’s Afton’s kid. He’s gotta be resilient. He’s survived two fires!”
John came into the kitchen, followed by Jessica.
“Charlie, you lost Dave’s kid?” Jessica asked.
“Wait Dave has a kid?” John asked.
“I’m sorry, DAVE?” Larson tried to hold back his laughter.
“William Afton, that’s who Dave is. He just went by Dave Miller for a while.”
“He has two kids, John.” Jessica answered.
“Three.” Charlie corrected.
“What mad woman would have three kids with him?”
“I don’t know…”
Larson interrupted. “I need to head to Subway. The Stitchwraith stole my lunch.”
“Officer, the Stitchwraith is just a legend.” John told him.
“That’s what you think.”
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