Pete Dinglewood

I'll be honest, these two seem like they deserve each other

(This artstyle is so cancerous 💀)

(Atleast Devon will leave Heather alone, lol.)

And another thing, why are these two so similar??

“Arthur Blythe is gonna end us all”

”Pete dinglewood.. AAAAAAAAAÁAAA”

“*first two pages of Count the Ways*”

”connection terminated I’m sorry to interrupt you ElizabEEEAAAAAAAAAAA-“

Novels and Games

Into the Pit/To Be Beautiful/Count the Ways/Epilogue 1/Fetch/Lonely Freddy/Out of Stock/Epilogue 2/1:35 AM/Room for One More/The New Kid(pt. 2)/Epilogue 3

Maria spent a lot of time at the Dinglewood house. She has to drag her sister, Sofia, along with her.

Chuck and Sofia spent a lot of time together. Sofia tried to make Chuck feel better, but it didn’t work well. Maria spent hours at Pete’s grave, mourning a lost love.

Maria never moved on.

Chuck was traumatised for the rest of his life. He never looked at Foxy the same way, he couldn’t even look at a real fox without seeing Foxy’s dead, malicious eyes.

He swore to either never go to Freddy’s again, burn it down, or avenge his brother. But he never had the courage to do anything but hide.

Pete had lost a hand and an eye. He laid behind Foxy on the stage. His brother was talking to the animatronic, but Pete couldn’t talk to him. One, he was a ghost. Two, he didn’t have the strength to get up. He felt like everything ached. His lack of an eye and hand didn’t even bother him at this point. It hurt. Everything hurt. Not even his pain, someone else’s pain.

Pete could see the kid in his head. Black hair, deep brown eyes, almost black, covered with an alligator mask. He felt that the kid ruled over his mind, trapping him to the fox.

Or maybe it was that weird clown girl. She was skinny, her neck like a giraffe, unnaturally tall. Her limbs were skinny like pencils. She was paper pale, only wearing a long red skirt and a red crop top. Her metallic touch and the seams all over her made it obvious she wasn’t human. But Pete didn’t care. He just hated her.

Pete laid mumb behind Foxy, he didn’t want to move. He wouldn’t even react to anything. It hurt so much that he forgot to move.

The staff eventually dragged Foxy away, Pete practically dragged along.

Ever since he found him, Pete lived in Michael Afton’s garage, roaming around the house occasionally. He talked to Andrew about the other ghosts. Michael eventually explained that Pete’s Foxy animatronic and Fritz’s Foxy were two different Foxys. “It’s a big business. You think we only had one.”

Michael thinks they were nearly identical, of course Pete’s was broken and could curse people.

Michael wanted to understand it more, but Andrew just gave him a simple explanation. “Agony. My agony.”

Pete and Delilah eventually overcame their pain. It took them years, but they did it. Kelsey’s still suffering.

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Novel: John pt 1-pt 2/Marla and Lamar/Clay and Carlton/Jessica/Jason/Charlie Emily/Sammy Emily/Michael Brooks

Games: Elizabeth/Evan Afton/Michael pt 1

Michael was too distracted with work to pay attention to the ghosts annoying him.

“Michael!” the one with the crocodile mask shouted.

“What did I do?” the one with the purple bunny ears asked.

“Not you! Other Michael! God this is confusing.”

The kid with the eye patch put a hand over his head. “Are you feeling ok big M?”

“Big Mike and little Mike,” Crocodile kid muttered. “That’ll work.”

“What do you want?” Michael Afton said. His voice was tired, yet laced in anger.

“Mike, what’s wrong?” Delilah asked. “You’ve been working all week. We’re worried about you.”

“Don’t be. I’m fine.” He turned his eyes back to the metal arm on his work table.

“Afton, you need a break.”

“I don’t need anything! I need to finish this.”

“Your eyes…” Andrew muttered.

“What about my eyes!” Michael asked in anger.

Michael Brooks found a piece of reflective metal and showed it to Afton like a mirror.

“I don’t see a problem,” Michael sighed and went back to his project. Andrew grabbed a hammer and rammed it into the animatonic’s hand.

“AFTON! Get out!”

“You can’t say that to me in my house!”

“Not you, Michael!” Andrew yelled. “That demonic father of your’s. He’s in your head. He’s controlling you!”

Michael looked him blank in the eyes, and turned back to his work, ignoring the ghosts as they asked question after question.

“Is it done?” his father’s voice spoke in his head.

Not yet, he thought. I just need more time.

“I can get the ghosts out of your hair.”

No! I still want to help them! I’ll just help you too. Michael was trying to break out. His mind, already breaking down, hammered down even more by his father’s control.

“Fine! Just, don’t let them stop me.” Michael could hear the agitation in his voice, but he was content.

Andrew looked as Michael Afton fell asleep. He pushed away the exposed wires on the arm. Michael Brooks ran into the living room and came back in with a blanket.

“What are you doing?” Delilah asked.

“It’s the one time we can get him asleep! Gotta make it count!”

Michael’s story isn’t over. It’s only in its third season. The first season was his childhood and his college. The second was his life working at Freddy’s and burning down pizzerias. Now, it was him, not in control of his own thoughts. Trying desperately to help the people he promised to help, while fighting his father for control.

Only time will tell whether or not Michael wins this fight. Or if he will be able to keep those promises.