possessed toys

Hey everyone! It time I made another thing for one of the Artists I really enjoy.

I’ve been meaning to make something for Modmad for a while now because she seems like an all around neato Artist and person in general. She made this neat little design of a posessed hobby horse for a game she had an idea for.

I started reading her comic The Property of Hate, or TPoH for short, a few months ago and boy howdy was I hooked (but extremely busy ヾ(*д*)ノ ). If you like the uncanny and enjoy some delightful psychoanalytic nightmare fuel every now and again or a lot then I highly recommend it! It’s also available in a ludicrous amount of languages for all you dragons and hylians out there.

So to you Modmad; have a fantabulous day and keep on doing that Arty Thing you do! ヽ(*⌒∇⌒*)ノ

Have a good one

     - Shaun

I’m pouting in the corner because I got a little possessive with my toy at the park. Mommy threw it for me when the park was empty and forgot to put it away. Another dog went to play with it and I got nasty about it. I got in big trouble!!! I’m usually such a nice sharer but I must have been a grumpy butthead today.

Place a hold here

When Bear finds a lost stuffed toy bunny in the forest, he begins to worry. After all, the stuffed bunny must feel lonely and want to return safely to its owner and home! But as Bear searches for the bunny’s owner, he begins to grow attached to his newfound friend. What will happen when the bunny’s owner finally comes forward? Was Bear meant to find Bunny all along? This endearing story celebrates love and friendship in many forms and reminds us that nothing is lost that is not meant to be found.

Being woken up at 3am to the sounds of sirens is no fun. Realizing said should are coming from within your house, by some possessed toy, sucks. Finding said toy, and seeing that it has no off switch, blows. Having to go out side, in the snow and cold at 3 am to put said toy in the trash, so you no longer have to listen to its sirens and see its flashing lights, blows hard!

Stupid toy!!

The Blank Stare in a Doll's Eyes

We’re gonna talk about possessed toys today.

 Brilliant. Talk about something that scares the shit out of you.

 The fear doesn’t go away by ignoring it.

 I had this thing, even when I was little, that it wasn’t fair to bring just one stuffed toy to bed with me. There were nights when there was barely enough room for me with all the stuffed animals in the bed. It just didn’t seem right to bring one friend to bed while the others had to sit on the cold floor.

 Years later, during my years as a Girl Scout, I received a doll as part of a Christmas gift exchange. It was a collector style of doll, with a cloth body, porcelain face and hands. It came with a display stand so that it could be posed in a standing position.

 I don’t know what it was, but that thing did NOT make me comfortable. It stayed in its windowless box and tucked way in the back of my closet. On the top shelf, to boot.

 Years would go by, and occasionally I would go rummaging through my closet. That box would come out, and that creepy feeling of dread would creep into my bones. On one or two occasions, I actually dared to open the box to look at the doll, only to hastily pack it back up and tuck it away again. In the due course of time, the doll, along with a Ouija board, were removed from the house. If my recollection serves me right, I purposely requested that it go to a church to be ‘blessed’.

 Remember the “Child’s Play” movies? Yeah, fuck those. Fuck them in the ass. A friend of mine insisted that I watch it with her one time when I was hanging out at her house. The notion that a toy could not only come to life, but commit horrendous murders terrified the shit out of me.

 Let me reiterate: MY ROOM WAS FULL OF FUCKING TOYS.

 I had nightmares for the longest time after watching that gahdamn movie. I’d lie awake for long periods during the night, horrified that, at any moment, one of my sweet little plushies would open me up like a Christmas present. Avoiding the sequels was easy enough, and eventually the night terrors stopped.

 There’s obviously a reason you’re blogging about this.

 There definitely is. It’s a game called “Five Nights at Freddy’s.” I have not played it, nor do I ever intend to. Jump scares from possessed animatronics? NO. FUCKING. THANK. YOU.

 If you are unfamiliar with Five Nights at Freddy’s (FNAF or 5NAF, for short), I’ll give you a short rundown. You play as the night security guy for a Chucky Cheese rip-off place. Sounds easy enough, right? Well, there’s an issue with the mascot animatronics; they wander around at night with a twisted thirst for blood. If they manage to get at you, they’ll jump scare you, then forcefully stuff you into a Freddy Fazbear costume, obviously killing you. You can shut the doors to the room you’re in, but of course, that burns up your limited battery power. If you run out of juice, well, then you’ve run out of protection from the animatronics.

 Many years ago, before there was a Chucky Cheese anywhere near where I lived, I attended a birthday party at a distant one. What a difference between the TV commercials for the place and seeing the stage animatronics in person. I do remember being creeped out by the animatronics there, but made the best of the day by engaging in the attractions and games.

 Older, but not necessarily wiser, I took to investigating what FNAF was about after seeing several people posting about it on Facebook and Twitter feeds. Although it does continue to creep me the fuck out, I can’t help but make it a point to study the lore of it. What was the “Bite of ’87?” Which animatronic did the deed? What other sinister goings on happened at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Place?

 The comedic parody animations that fans of the games (yup, there’s two out now, and a third one on the way) create and post to YouTube have given me a means to learn more without pissing myself scared, although a few inserted jump scares still get the best of me. There are even combinations with known memes, such as the “Don’t Eat My Face” one from the Jack in the Box commercials.

 So, you’re researching this stuff and scaring yourself…

 Yes, it’s scary, but it’s also intriguing. In a way, it’s another story to learn about. True, it’s a jump scare game, but even the barest of games have some form of narrative to them.

 This leads to some questions I’ve got about the lore. Maybe players and fans have the answers I’m looking for:

  •  What event happened first? The Bite of ’87 or the disappearance of the five children?
  •  Which animatronic caused the Bite of ’87? There’s speculation that it was either Foxy or Mangle, but I’d like to know for certain, if there is an answer within the narrative.
  •  How DID Bonnie lose his face?
  •  What exactly IS Golden Freddy? Is he a legit animatronic, or a ghost?
  • This question is a matter of real world logic: If you saw what kind of shit goes down on the first night, WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU COME BACK FOR ANOTHER FOUR?? WHY ARE YOU NOT REPORTING IT TO THE FUCKING AUTHORITIES?

 I have a theory that the animatronics aren’t out to kill the PLAYER, per se, but rather, the guy who murdered the five kids. Think about it; if the murderer killed the kids, then hid their corpses inside of the animatronics, then it stands to reason that the ghosts of the children want revenge for their deaths. If they didn’t get to see their murderer’s face, they might just assume that ANYONE that works at the pizza place could have been the culprit. The guy, alone, at night there JUST to watch them?

 BUT this raises another question! In the second game, the player can wear a Freddy mask to protect himself from the animatronics, correct? If the kids’ ghosts in the animatronics are looking for ANYONE that works at the place at night, then wouldn’t a guy in a Freddy mask be even MORE suspect? Dunno, just running theories around in my head.

 Maybe the fanfiction community has already got this thing covered?

 Possibly, but I sure as shit am not going to go check!

on a brighter note

I came up with names for the kids who are possessing Toy Freddy and Freddy (And how they died)

Toy Freddy’s is Kevin. He died to getting stabbed by the killer multiple times.

Freddy’s is Sarah. She died to getting stabbed in the eye and bleeding out