Yep, The Storyteller again. I wasn't satisfied with my last rendition of him, and neither were a few other people over on Reddit, haha. I have to say, I agree with them. It just doesn't fit. The design didn't look remotely like the original; granted, this one doesn't exactly bear a striking resemblance either, but certainly moreso than version 1 (In my opinion, haha).

Tried making him look a little more animatronic this time around, just so that he didn't seem out of place. Was that a bad call, do you think?

Also beefed him up. BIG time. Whilst I imagine my last Storyteller would be a rather conniving character, who'd rather use powers than fight up close and personal, this one definitely seems more likely to smash you into robo-juice with his bare hands. Lmao.

(I have merely copy-pasted the story from my last version of this character, so no need to read on if you've already seen this: )

The Storyteller had once had it all.

He'd been a benevolent creator for a time, instilling within his projects a sense of utmost life and character, and entertaining thousands of animatronics, both young and old, with his tales. He wrote of heroic pirate foxes, travelling the seven seas with a trusty parrot by their side. He painted the terrifying picture of a bear driven to madness, forced to entertain for every day of his gruelling life, until one day he could take it no more and sent his jaws crashing into the head of a small boy.

Indeed, the Storyteller's tales were diverse. They were loved by many, and his work was considered some of the finest out there.

However, one day he created a true masterpiece. A stunning tale of mystery, horror and even tragedy. He called his creation 'Five Nights at Freddy's'. The story became so successful that his fans, whose numbers had suddenly increased ten-fold, begged him for a sequel. And he, being the loving creature that he was, provided them with one.

However, within a week of him creating this followup, having worked incredibly hard for an entire month to create it just as he had envisioned it, he was shocked to find that his group of fans had again increased - this time by twenty-fold. His book sales were in the millions, whereas they had once been in the hundred-figures.

However, with a larger fanbase came a higher demand for more.

The Storyteller was surprised to find that his fans were not content with his latest work; it was not enough to whet their appetites for a conclusion. So, hard worker as he was, he set about writing up a third and final story - one to end them all. His life's work. 'Five Nights at Freddy's 3', the tale that occurred many years after his first two stories, featuring the thrilling conflict between a hapless night guard and an experienced killer; a child murderer, immortalised in a robotic suit of armour that many called 'Springtrap'.

The story received an overwhelming amount of negative attention within days of its release.

The Storyteller could not believe what he was seeing. All over Animatronica, citizens were slandering his work. They claimed it was not worth the hype he'd generated for it; that the ending was too cliché, and that the flow of the tale was too forced and rigid compared to his last two. This negative attention soon became too much for the Storyteller. He could not handle the criticism, and so he rapidly descended into an uncontrollable state of endless fury.

And so he began writing something else entirely.

He began altering the code of Animatronica.

For, you see, the Storyteller had created the world in his own image; he had grown lonely as a single entity, and so he created thousands and thousands of brilliant new creatures that he could talk to and love - animatronics, just like he was.

Unfortunately, being animatronic meant that these countless citizens were susceptible to being altered.

The Storyteller planted countless 'glitches' into the code of the world - so many glitches, in fact, that the fabric of reality as the world knew it began tearing at the seams. Some of the glitches achieved physical forms, as unstable mimicries of normal citizens. Others became portals to an unknown plane of existence known only as 'the world between worlds'. Those who went in rarely came back out.

The glitches ravaged the land for a time, until one day a particularly volatile portal dropped countless unique animatronics all across the land from the sky. These strange beings varied in shape and size - some assumed the form of bears. Others looked like chickens. Others bore a close resemblance to foxes of some kind. Others still appeared to be bunny-esque robots.

The robots all shared but one thing in common: they had not been created by the Storyteller. Despite this fact, he recognised them. Soon he realised that they bore an uncanny resemblance to the various metal beasts he'd described throughout his 'Five Nights at Freddy's' series. He was shocked - until a small group of them banded together and began clearing Animatronica of its glitches, one enemy at a time.

Seeing his own creations do such a thing to one another, seeing the quartet's fiery determination, he knew that they would pose a problem. Especially with Fredbear, that golden menace, assisting them and telling them of the dangers that awaited them.

Indeed, Fredbear had been one of the only entities in his world brave enough to come out of hiding to assist the group; the Storyteller would have to deal with him at some point.

For now, though, he'd have to focus on eliminating the current threat at hand.

He amassed a small army of bloodthirsty savages - a group of robots that would have ripped eachother's throats out with pleasure had he promised them a sum of money for doing so.

As his pet, a mechanical monstrosity named Bubba, stood at his side, the Storyteller sent these ravenous animatronics out to various parts of Animatronica, laying multiple traps for the rag-tag team of robotic mammals that were making good progress towards his lair. He had struck deals with his army to ensure that order would be kept in his dystopian world, but now they would have to be used as a means of stalling for time as the Storyteller himself prepared for his inevitable battle with the group. With the rate at which the animatronics grew stronger, he knew that he was sending his thugs to their deaths.

Still, the Storyteller knew moreso than anybody else that every story must come to an end.

It was time that Freddy Fazbear's tale reached its final chapter.



