I was always worried my style would make the FNAF characters look like shit, so with encouragement from friends I drew these three and honestly I’m really proud of them- Yes, even the Balloon Boy, surprisingly-
Why are they upside down sorry
we were robbed.
“Did we deserve this?”
Heeeere's spider mom!
fnaf sl has been a HUGGE interest of mine ever since i was little, sooo as a little project (which lasted a few days) i decided to redesign the clown crew! also some extra characters!!
[rbs appreciated! click for better quality/closer look!]
and some extra facts/ideas below!
-after getting inspired by some different designs for the fnaf sl crew, i found myself not liking the humanoid characters much and turned circus baby into “circus doggie” and ballora into “balloress” (circus baby being a dog, and ballora being a tiger)
-circus doggie cannot grab things (her mic is magnetically attached to her hand) so as scrap doggie (1st character on the bottom) she uses the wires within her arms to grab things.
-i hated funtime chica’s actual in game design. she is not a clown at all and her design is mediocre at best. i decided to give this design of funtime chica a juggling act, rolling around on wheels to make the juggling seem more professional! i also wanted to keep the food theme so i gave her little food friends to juggle!
-i like to think of ennard as... like one of those power ranger robots made up of different little robots and the people control certain body parts from inside. except the difference between fictional superheroes and four clown robots is that one is experienced, synchronized, and work well as a team... while the other is not as synchronized, do not communicate well, and argue like hell. which would lead to the “we’re booting you out of the ennard club. get out” event
oops my hand slipped 👉👈
Summary: Capitalism has failed. Circus Baby's Pizza World has closed, and now, the Funtime Animatronics are out a job. Or ARE they?
Coffee, scones, and slightly burned omelets. This was the best that humanity had to offer the world. It was not very impressive.
Circus Baby watched the water bubble and boil until it reached the desired temperatures: scalding hot. She had made a notice that the coffee machine was infected with some kind of mold when she had first started working at the shop, and when she had told the manager, he had assured her that if the coffee was hot enough, it would simply burn the mold away.
This did not seem like a reasonable assumption to make. However, her manager did not seem to be a very reasonable person, so it was understandable. At the very least, Baby didn’t have to worry about any burns, though she was mildly concerned that any child trying to consume the beverage would possibly suffer second degree burns.
“Baby?” Ballora called from the register.
“I’ll be right there,” Baby responded, leaning down carefully to pick up the little glass container and pour the coffee into even tinier plastic cups. Using her thumb and index finger to carefully pinch the little cups with the smallest amount of pressure she could manage, Circus Baby gently placed the cups on a tray.
Slowly walking so as not to spill, Baby marched over to the register to Ballora, who as per usual was taking their new job in stride, chatting up a woman at the counter. She wore the tacky green apron with great confidence, even though it would sometimes become twisted around her waist, and get wrapped inside the cracks in between her plastic joints and tutu. Ballora was always the most active, sometimes she would spin impatiently by the counter as she waited for receipts to print.
Baby’s uniform did not fit, the apron they gave her was way too small. Foxy had suggested they tie it around her arm like a bracelet. It worked, but she was a little worried that she would get in trouble for not wearing it properly.
Ballora smiled at Baby as she walked up to the counter. Circus Baby smiled back, because Circus Baby did not have mechanisms that allowed her to move her mouth to any other expression.
“Please obtain your bean juice, beloved consumer!” Ballora called out in a musical tone to a man slouched by a laptop.
“Ballora, just say coffee.” Baby said.
Ballora blinked. “But do we not serve bean juice?”
“Yes, it is bean juice, but technically many things are made of juice. People are technically unprocessed or crushed juice. But most people don’t like it when you specify what is juice and what is not.”
Ballora nodded. “Interesting. I will need to know the specifics of these juices in the future.” She then turned her attention back to the woman at the counter and continued to take her order.
“Why are you two talking about juice?” A tiny voice questioned.
Baby glanced down at the floor to see Bon Bon trying and failing to use a sponge to clean up a sticky coffee stain. He did not produce enough weight to actually move it enough to clean anything.
“We’re discussing how to properly speak to humans in ways that don’t discourage them.”
“That’s a load of hooey!” Funtime Freddy bellowed, as he side-stepped Bon Bon and picked up the tray to carry it. “Humans are rarely discouraged!”
“Freddy, inside voice please.” Baby called out to him, before bending down and gently shoving Bon Bon to the side to grab the sponge.
“Wait, Baby, I thought we agreed you weren’t on cleaning duty.” Bon Bon said with a huff as he pulled the sponge away from her. “Just look at the floor, it’s all scratched because of you!”
Stopping in her scrubbing, Baby looked down at the floor. Indeed, the floor, that already under a lot of stress due to carrying the weight of a 500 pound animatronic daily, had begun to get scuffed and cracked, and Circus Baby was a very aggressive cleaner. Perfection was required, if the floors didn’t shine like her what was even the point?
“Can’t you just stand still?” A minireena giggled as it’s counterpart helped it pour milk into a cup, before sliding it onto the next minireena, who filled it with surgery syrup.
“Silly Baby, she loves to be the center of attention!” Another minireena cried from her right as it popped a croissant into the microwave oven.
“Always the star of the show!” Two minireenas chirped in harmony.
Circus Baby tilted her head forward. “I just wanted to help…”
“Oh, don’t let them bother you, dear.” Ballora assured her with a little pat on her arm that made a little plink as the plastic made contact. The ballerina then turned to the minireenas, as her face plates sprang open.
“I don’t see you girls making those Frappuccino®s fast enough!” She growled, eyeing them in contempt as she leaned down to face them. The minireenas squealed and went back to work, now at double the speed. Ballora’s faceplate snapped back into place as she turned to Baby, and her cheerful smile returned.
“Why don’t you ask the Bidybabs to go help you with the smoothies? You love making icy blended fruit!” Ballora said as she returned to taking orders.
“I can’t, the Bidybabs are on break with Funtime Foxy,” Circus Baby said mournfully. She leaned against the counter, and it cracked slightly where her hands touched the not-quite-wood, not-quite-tile.
“Foxy always leaves us with the early shifts!” Funtime Freddy wined, as he returned the tray to the dirty dish rack. “It’s not fair.”
They all stayed silent for a moment.
“I miss performing.” Baby said softly. “I want to go back to singing our songs together, no stupid apron or coffee, just us and the band singing for those sweet children.”
“I do too, Baby,” Ballora said sympathetically. “But you know we can’t do that, not after what happened.”
“Yeah, I know. It was too abstract a comedy for children, I shouldn’t have led with the jokes about the dangers of clown cars and the importance of seatbelts.” Circus Baby said with a sigh.
“Hey, it’s not so bad!” Bon Bon said as he climbed up Freddy’s arm. “Sure the location is gone, but at least we’re all together, right guys?”
“Yeah! We’re a team!” Freddy said with an enthusiastic nod.
Baby considered this, and nodded back. “I’m going to go take a short break, is that okay?”
“Ah, don’t worry about it,” Ballora said with a wave, continuing to ignore the impatient and growing line behind her. “Bon Bon can cover for you.”
Circus Baby smiled, and marched off towards the breakroom, her feet making little dents in the floor. She passed the bathrooms and the tiny storage closet, until she bent down to dip through the doorway. She sat down against the large brown worn couch, and leaned back to stare at the ceiling. It had a funny texture, like someone had taken a pencil and stabbed little holes into the ceiling. She closed her eyes, and let the ambience of the buzz of the people in the background and the scent of fresh bean juice carry her to sleep.
This nightguard will be punished.
FNaF belongs to Scott Cawhton
Huge thanks goes to my friend @levshany for allowing me to give this little page a dub hope you all have a Funtime 😉
Haven’t drawn FNAF in a while 🩰 Was I the only one who had this ship? 😅
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Some drawings of my characters from Horror Show's
I'm thinking about my android and robot girls...
(It's funny because that comprises most of my list, haha!)