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Summary of Previous Megathreads

MEGATHREADS ONE and TWO and THREE covered events from April 22nd to the 26th

• HYBE initiated an audit of sub-label ADOR and uncovered indications of a scheme to break ADOR away from HYBE. ADOR's CEO Min Hee Jin claimed it was a witch-hunt in response to her internal complaints that new group ILLIT's visual concept was copying what she had designed for NewJeans among other frustrations and held a press conference

MEGATHREAD FOUR provides a SUMMARY of all events so far and up to the 30th

• Various conspiracies spread online over the last weekend in April. HYBE labels BIGHIT Music and SOURCE Music released statements vowing to take legal action to protect their artists against slander and groundless rumors. A court hearing was held on the 30th to determine a schedule for ADOR's board meeting.

MEGATHREAD FIVE covered the first half of May.

• ADOR's board meeting was held. The shareholders' meeting at the end of May was scheduled. Claims fired back and forth around HYBE continuing their audit and obtaining a personal laptop from an ADOR employee over potential embezzlement concerns. Min Hee Jin filed an injuction against HYBE. A letter from the parents of NewJeans with complaints of the group's treatment was made public, which HYBE later rebutted. HYBE requested an investigation of ADOR's VP selling HYBE shares a week before the audit.

**MEGATHREAD SIX primarily covered the Injunction Hearing on May 17th.

• The Injunction Hearing was held to determine if HYBE would be able to exercise their voting rights to remove CEO Min Hee Jin from her position at the shareholders' meeting to be held on May 31st. Each side presented their cases to the court. MHJ/ADOR presented arguments to support her necessity to NewJeans and that HYBE's audit was invalid. HYBE's side presented arguments with information gained from the audit to protect their ability to dismiss MHJ for nefarious misconduct.
  
• After the hearing, emails between MHJ and HYBE in the lead up to the audit announcement over internal complaints were made public. It was also confirmed the NewJeans members had submitted petitions for the injunction hearing. An ex-reporteYouTuber 'leaked' Kakaotalk messages that were allegedly presented by HYBE to the court, but objected to by ADOR's side. The messages included MHJ privately using sexist/abusive language to disparage the NewJeans members and a staff member who had made a sexual harassment complaint against ADOR VP L (all alleged).
  

Articles / Timeline

240519

• The parents of NewJeans members were also confirmed to have submitted petitions for the injunction hearing. They did so via a lawyer, which sparked speculation they were preparing legal action against HYBE, but the lawyer clarified he only assisted with submitting the petitions. (Source: Edaily Starin)
  
• Min Hee Jin personally made an extensive statement for the first time since the press conference. She responded to issues brought up during the injunction hearing, primarily refuting claims about scheming with potential business partners. She also claimed the chat messages disparaging NewJeans were edited together without context. (Source: Star News)
  
• Korea JoongAng Daily: ADOR CEO Min Hee-jin denies trashing NewJeans, holding takeover talks
  
• HYBE countered Min Hee Jin's statement and criticized her emotional appeals often referring to the ADOR artists inappropriately as well as refuting the claim of editing the chat messages together. They affirmed the evidence they had collected amounted to clear grounds for dismissing MHJ from the company. (Source: OSEN)
  

240520

• A morning press conference was held where the Seoul Metropolitan Police Commissioner gave an update on the progress of their investigation regarding 'breach of trust'. They completed their analysis of submitted evidence and the investigation will proceed within the next week. (Source: SPOTV News)

Looking ahead:

• May 24: The last day for ADOHYBE to present further evidence related to the injunction. The court is supposed to make a final ruling on the injunction by the 31st.
  
• May 31: The extraordinary shareholders' meeting to potentially oust and replace Min Hee Jin as ADOR CEO.
  

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Context first, predicament(s) after. Feel free to scroll down.
My parents have been together my whole life. Lots of complications throughout the years, etc. I can give an entire history of abuse at the literal hands of my father back to when I was in third grade as I have been deeply traumatized, as has my younger sibling (28 F). I will try to post key events for context in an attempt to catch up to the present.
Firstly, I made peace with my childhood when I was about 26 after a long talk about my OCD with my parents where my dad expressed that he deals with a lot of the symptoms I talked about. I chalked it up to him being an undiagnosed whatever the hell he has. I haven't forgiven him, but I have an understanding. They should have split IMO the first time he put his hands on someone, but she stayed out of survival, which I don't fault her for.
2007:
Once when I was in high school she called me and told me that she had my sister from daycare and that she wasn't coming back, and that she couldn't come get me because dad said he was going to kill her if she came home. I begged for her not to leave me, and after the call I saw that he had a gun out on his bed when I walked past their bedroom. She came home late that night and slept in my bedroom with my sister. She has since told me that he would also make threats to burn the house down if she ever left him, burn down her new house, kill all of us, etc.
Skip to about 2012-2014:
When I moved out of state and out of their house to be with my boyfriend my dad was already pissed that I was going to visit and basically told me to never come back. I was in a rush to leave anyways, because he had recently beat my sister with a plate so loudly that I could hear it over my gaming headset with friends in another room. So, I granted his wish and didn't see him for over a year. As I was packing I told my sister and mom that if he puts his hands on anyone I'm going to sue them for custody of my sister.
Obviously, my relationship with my mother and my sister at this time became strained as they lived with him so I couldn't visit often. While I was gone he started stalking my mother and installed an app on her phone so he could track her at all times. She worked in an office building that didn't have good service and he'd ask her why she wasn't at her desk, etc. He sent her various threatening messages that I screenshotted and sent to myself on her phone. He was under the impression she was cheating on him, and went so far as to buy a semen test kit to test a literal mayo stain on one of her work clothes. He was unhinged and completely psychotic at this time, and I was completely, and still am, on my mothers side.
Not sure of the rest of this timeline as far as dates up until the present, so here are the key events after this stalking episode:

• Dad accused Mom of cheating with a dude at the tyre shop in town. Mom admits this is when she stopped loving him. This wasn't the first time he had accused her, but she had enough.
• This is around when he starts the stalking episode
  • I find out, yadda yadda yadda from above, and I found her a lawyer and a women's shelter that would help her disappear.
  • She loses her nerve and doesn't go through with it.
• We find out that Dad has been having an internet affair with some lady and was sending her money on the DL
• Mom found out about internet affair after he made some mistakes with covering his tracks
  • My sister and I also found out and my dad was pissed because he said my mom was cheating and that she was just trying to get us on her side
• Mom and dad plan to go seperate ways.
  • they don't
• They move closer to me because I have a son. Things calm down for a long time until they need work done on their house.
  • My dad is so paranoid that my mom is cheating with the construction dudes that he makes my mom pack herself a cooler with food and drinks and makes her sit in her room all day.
• I am barely able to get my mom out of the house to run errands etc because dad is paranoid that I'm taking her to meet her alleged boyfriend, etc.
• Things stay calm for a few years, to my knowledge.
• Dads health slides. He can no longer walk. He's in a wheelchair and needs my mothers assistance with literally everything from dressing and using the restroom, etc.
  • This keeps her close as well, because she has to stay and take care of him.
  • They cannot afford a home health aide with insurance or otherwise.
• Mom came to me literal days ago and said that she's planning on divorcing him and is she a POS for wanting to leave him given his health problems. I tell her NO and that she deserves to have a happy life.
• 2 days after this she tells me she has a guy she's been talking to that was one of her old classmates from school, and he's super kind and has a ranch back home with horses and blah blah blah and she can come stay etc etc.

So basically, her plan is to leave for a week, have a home assistance person paid to go take care of him, etc. and then ask for the police to help get him out and then she's going to sell everything and move off with this dude.
I told her that she needs a real plan. First of all he's violent when angry, even if he's in a wheelchair. I feel like he would try and hurt himself and obviously burn the house down since that was always his main threat, and that me and my mom and sister might have to go through a fucking criminal investigation. I literally cannot stomach it.
Also, I am scared for my dad because holy fuck. He can't walk, he can't do anything for himself. The fucked up part of me cares for him still. The logical part of me knows he brought this upon himself. I just don't know what to do. My mother's plan is shaky at best, and it's just a fucking mess. I told her that she needs to confide in her sister-in-law who is married into the family to see if her and my uncle can take him on, because my mom has never asked for shit, and the whole family (he has like 6 surviving siblings) knows that he's an abusive prick and that my mom doesn't and has never deserved to be treated the way he has treated her. But again, I'm conflicted.
I told my mom that she needs to hold onto the house for now because she doesn't even know the dude that well and then what, she ends up homeless if he's not a good fit? IDK. Nobody is thinking things through, and I am expected to keep this secret until she goes through with it? I am going to lose my mind, and have already been up at night crying and throwing up because of the anxiety. Please, if anyone can give me any guidance I'd sincerely appreciate it.

So..it’s a long story, but I really just need to talk about it. Im missing the guy I with broke up seven months ago after a 11 month long relationship (even you can even say 11 months).
In that 11 months we went through some shit..here’s is how it happened, I had recently moved back home after college and we matched on tinder in October (2022). Well the problem was he was living back were I had just moved from (2hr drive), but he had family close so we’d see each other occasionally. We talked for a while, went on a few date, and really hit it off. It felt very natural and fun. Well after 4 months (February 2023) decided to make things official. However, he was never keen on making it FB official until March. When we finally made it official on FB someone left a comment about “once a cheater always a cheater” so I immediately reached out to him about it. He confessed that his last relationship he had cheated on his girlfriend of 2 years. He tells me all the details and we decide to move on from it bc I’m not one to judge on someone’s past. (Keep in mind this is just a month into our “official” relationship)
Two weeks later I get a message from someone on FB telling me that they are his Ex’s best friend and dives into details that he failed to mention like they in fact dated for FOUR YEARS not two like he said, he also failed to mention that they were living together up until September 2022 only a month before we starting talking to each other on tinder. I immediately confront him about it. He goes on to say that he didn’t realize they were dating that long and that he never told me when they broke up bc he thought it didn’t matter to me about his past and he was just really ashamed and that’s why he never told me about it. Of course I forgive him and we move on. Well I’m a ruminator. It was still bothering me so I told him I think we needed to take a step back.. however we went right back to talking the next day because I was so upset . I felt like someone had gutted me with a knife. That was in May(2023).. only 3 months into our relationship..
In June (2023) we end up going to on a trip together with my family and we have a great time. Probably one of the best weeks of my life. I felt so in love with this guy. Then in July (2023) my car gets stolen out of his driveway WITH HIS DRUMS INSIDE while I’m out of town visiting family. Through that entire situation he was so helpful and kept my mind off of it all. Stayed home from work and let me stay at his place until we figured out a way to get my car back. I literally cried leaving him because I felt so in love with him. Fast forward to mid July and my birthday comes. I’m still without a car so I get a rental so I can stay with him and hang out with my friends who still live in my college town. I get there a day before my birthday and we get dinner and watch a movie with my friends. On my birthday we spent it out with my friends and then go to a movie with one of his friends that night. That whole day I was waiting for a card or something, not that I’m materialistic I just felt like he hadn’t planned anything for us. He hadn’t even planned a dinner, whereas for his birthday I surprised him with balloons every where and all his favorite things … I find revenge get a little hand written card!!! It made me upset. So I said something about it. And his respond was “I really didn’t think it was that big of a deal. We aren’t really a birthday family .. I’ll do better next year.” I told him okay ,but ultimately came to the decision we needed a extensive break. I told him I felt like my needs weren’t being met and I wanted to feel like a priority we took a 3 week long break.. Basically all of August we didn’t see each other. Then September rolled around and we hardly seen each other still. We had tried to make an agreement on our break that we’d see each tier at least once a week after the break, but that didn’t happen. In October (2023) I finally called it for good. It felt like we were just on different roads that never had an intersection.. I’ve missed him before..like back in February (2024) I snooped and seen that he might be seeing someone..I can usually snap myself out of it.. but recently I can’t. I keep thinking about reaching out.. someone tell me what’s wrong with me.. tell me that “if he wanted to he would” I’m just.. wrecking my bre’s I’m trying to find a reason it’s a good idea.. maybe that’s why I’m posting this.. to try to make sense of my irrational thinking. Please help me… at least help me stop ruminating. Do I reach out?? Or do I just keep the no contact going??

Give you what you want from me, because it does hurt me knowing that when you see my name and iMessage light up your phone screen, you most likely aggressively swipe the message away, angrily grunt, roll your eyes, sigh in frustration or maybe everything. And as much as it hurts me envisioning you doing this when once in another life you used to crave talking to me, beg talking to me and blow my phone up (in a cute way, not possessive) so you could talk to me because you missed me and I was taking too long or got distracted… now it’s so easy for you to go days, weeks, months without a word to me… but I can also imagine deep down it just hurt still in multiple ways for you to keep me the furthest away from you as possible and out of your life and reject my cries each and every time.
You told me you resented me, yet I know you still care about my general well being, just from a distance however. You’ll never display that kind of care to my face or up close and personal ever again. When you resent someone, that’s not something you typically get over for a long, long time. And that’s even if you do at all. It’s not that I can’t accept the fact that this is our fate, my heart doesn’t want to accept it for ✨my own✨ selfish reasons. Even though I know I should. I want to let you go, because honestly it speaks volumes when someone devotes this much love and effort into fixing their wrongs in the relationship and doing anything they possibly can to try to bring two people back together that (I foolishly assumed loved each other and wanted a future together) back in each others embraces, only to be met with unrequited feelings, silence, and cowardly discarding. You took everything from me and felt no remorse doing it, and then not even two months after our 4.5 year relationship, you were being physical with other women. And here I am, almost 7 months later still devoted to you and only you.
To be honest… I don’t even know if you deserve an “I’m sorry” anymore… but I do want to give you want you want, for you, and for me.

So, I’m not sure how to focus on only one habit when there are so many responsibilities I have in my life. People say it’s best to make one habit at a time and the way to do it is consistency. However, let’s take my current situation: an unemployed 20 year old who is living with family and will attend university in 2 months. Everything I’m responsible for in a day are: folding laundry, ironing clothes, studying in advance, finding a place to live, and arrange plane tickets. Not to mention the habits I’m doing right now, brushing teeth, meditation, and showering everyday, and the habits I want to do: journalling, sleeping early, and waking up early. Somehow I have to do all this everyday but only have the brain capacity to build one habit at a time. How can I balance it? Please help. Do I let myself have leeway on everything but one habit? But then everything will come crashing down? If I don’t do chores, study, responsibilities, shower everyday, brush my teeth, people will start commenting on it AND I’ll start seeing consequences of my actions.

I think I am going to take my life by next week. I’m just tired and lonely. Just like everyone else who thinks about ending it I got the same feelings. I think that makes it even worse, I can’t even talk about my “problems” without feeling like someone else has already said what I said. I also just feel so lame for feeling bad about my life when people have it way worse. I just feel like an imposter of life and just don’t want to be around anymore. I’m wasting so much of everyone’s time even y’all who are reading this. Anyways, next week is my birthday and I plan on doing it before my birthday on Thursday. I don’t really have friends other than my girlfriend and cat. So I’ll probably break up with her on Tuesday and just have my parents look after my cat as my dad loves him. I definitely thought I’d write this post with more detail or whatever but I’m just cringing myself out writing online about my idea of dying.

Okay so me F24 my bf M36 So my bf and I have been together about 3 years the first year was a bit rough but I thought we got passed a certain point. He was sweet to me of course they always are. We went on dates travels hung out together I will say he was on a work trip when I met him and ended up working full time where I was then he ended up leaving to go home he has a child F10 so we call and text mostly never comes to visit so after about a 6 months of him being gone I finally decided to come unfortunately his brother had passed at the time of my arrival emotionally he wasn’t there and I completely understand I just tried to be there for him as much as I could even though there are various things I started to become uncomfortable with like he has 2 men 32 & 29 who live with him and don’t pay rent and they are dirty and I clean as much as can but it’ll still end up looking fucking gross and I’ll talk to him about it and he’ll say he will say something but it still looks the same I don’t even clean anymore they are his family but they have no intentions on leaving and I’m not used to that type of thing we lived together before and he knows that I don’t enjoy having company or being around people constantly but I can’t say much because this isn’t my home but on top of that he has more male and female company EVERYDAY I started to realize we never actually communicate or hang out because he’s always with his company and I just feel like I’m kinda there. Now I do attempt to communicate with him about this time after time and it doesn’t really get me anywhere it just seems to push him more away from me. now i realize when I do talk he legit barley replies he’ll talk to me and converse but if I bring up a topic or speak on something he seems to have no interest but he talks to his friends he very enthusiastic and entertained by them I can tell him something cool I learned or something and he’ll be completely uninterested but if his friends / family says the same thing I said he is intune. It hurts me so bad and I even hang with his kid most of the time we go to the beach, got get snacks , I take his nephews to do things jump park ect and he NEVER COMES and I do realize his brother passed and I’m not trying to be awful but I feel unappreciated and there’s been times he’s said things to me attempting to make feel insecure about myself infront of his friends. He does help me in so many ways but I hate this. We don’t kiss we barley hug we don’t take pictures together or have much intimacy at all especially not anymore. I used to tell myself he’s that person but honestly on his Facebook just right before he met me he has pictures up of other women kissing and all . We have sex and it’s good but it’s no where near as much as we used to and he doesn’t last very long. He pinches me and does shit I don’t like (attempting to flirt) but if I ask him to do anything rub my back hold my hand anything he doesn’t want to.sometimes he acts like he cares but it’s less and less everyday. I’m 20 hours away from my family and it’s just like I came here for nothing. I hate to seem like I’m tripping because if I bring up any of my concerns he makes me feel like it’s for nothing and he has other shit going on and I’m doing to much. Just weird that he would bring me here to miss treat me but anytime I say like if you wanna break up we can he says nothing and then will be sweet momentarily. I just want to know if I need to like wait it out or figure something else? Does this get better ? Is it because of the loss idk what is going on with us and we sleep next to eachother everynight.

Conclusion 1: The guy made up a fake story by taking inspiration from Nichijou.

Guys before you dismiss this, let me ask you something? You know what is the title of Nichijou episode 8 that has the elevator scene which is very similar to GFAP?
Episode 8 of the anime series Nichijou is titled "Yukko Punchline". See any familiar word in there? Thats right! the word "punch".
Remember, in Op's description was way too specific and vague at the same time. But one thing he was sure. He watched it in 2011. Guess what year nichijou anime came out? its 2011. People when lying like to mix truth with lies to make it from credible. The thing he told about the Japanese symbols were in fact true and all that may be about NIchijou and he may have watched it, on an illegal site in his windows XP. The media player he showed was also similar to the pirating website he saw it from.
Come on you guys are telling me a rip of a very very obscure anime even the Japanese dont know, has English Subs? The anime has to hit a certain level of popularity to get English subs. This is 2011 we are talking about.
its too familiar to it: Banging head, ambient music, psychological conversation, the black girl have the hair cut, op was talking about and there was an abstract feel to the scene.
"the voices sounded very young", yes the voices in nichijou is very young as well. They were screaming with laughter in that scene as well.
Also there is a horror movie called 247 F, which have a very familiar premise. Guess what year it came out? its 2011.
So I think this is what might have happened. The guy saw nichijou in his windows XP in 2011. The pirating website had japanese symbols which were little boxes with the name of nichijou epsiode 8 that was yukko "punch"line, thats why he said "it was something along the lines of "Go for a punch".
So he was either a guy who watched the film 247 f in 2011, and mixed it with nichijou, or he was a guy who watched a lot gore films and when he saw the scene in nichijou he may have thought " wouldn't it be funny if this scene ended this gorey way?" and had that thought in the back of his head.
And in 4chan he just remembered that and just went writing what he did.

Conclusion 2: Nichijou was definitely parodying Go fap.

We know comedy animes like to parody things. And here is the thing, even if we are not familiar with the thing they are parodying, we can definitely sense they are doing it, because the anime will be doing specific things that it never did before.
for eg. I never watched initial d, but I knew when watching Lucky star intail d parady, that they were paradying a specific media which I didnt know about. Suddenly out of no where there were 3d cars, Intense monologing, Conversation between onlookers etc.
The elevator scene had specific box like visuals, ambient music, one character banging her head to the ground, was on the edge of going insane, having a phycological conversation. These are all way too specific for a Gag.
What you guys think?

Haven’t rented for best part of a decade. When I last rented (in London) it was common to have a 12 month tenancy with 6 month break clause, or less common a 24 month tenancy with 12 month break clause.
I’m finding now lettings agents/landlords don’t want the 6 month break clause but it’s quite important to us even though ideally we wouldn’t plan to use it (a friend was burnt badly by signing a long lease with no break clause and had huge issues with the property the landlord wouldn’t fix, plus some big life changes, and had no way to move out).
Just wondering if the market has changed or if lettings agents are just trying to take advantage of my naivety as someone who hasn’t rented in a while.

Hey everyone! This is my very first Reddit post so bare with me! Lol Just a libra f trying to understand a situation I’m in with a Capricorn m. I apologize in advance if it comes off so lengthy. But I’ve been talking to a Capricorn m for about a month and half now and everything was going AMAZING. This is my first time ever seeing a cap and I’m just so intrigued. I didn’t know I was missing out lol I absolutely love his active listening, communication, goal-oriented ways, and the list goes on. We have such a similar mindset and that’s probably the main reason I’m smitten so hard. (I’m also a Capricorn moon) but recently, we had a sudden turn in events. Back in December, his mother passed away. And this is something I was aware of from day one. He’s been very open about his mom’s passing and I’ve asked him how is he dealing with coping and he said he just doesn’t think or talk about it. But occasionally, he brings it up randomly with me whether it’s a song or memory that reminds him of her…
So we had made plans to hang out but I didn’t think he realized that he had made plans to hang out with me the weekend of Mother’s Day…I end up bringing it up to him and he didn’t realize it was Mother’s Day weekend either. Considering how new we are to each other, I didn’t know if he still wanted to see me but to my surprise he did. He was just going to spend the Sunday with his dad after we were done (we’re like a 2hr distance from each other so we try to spend as much time as possible).
He came down to my city and we had such an amazing weekend together. We were very transparent with each other bout varied topics like family, love, past experiences, and what we want in the future. It was filled with sooo much love and amazing feelings. We had already established that we were exclusively talking to each other too. It just felt like a very safe place at the time. We had so much fun! So it’s Mother’s Day, and I already know it’s gonna be a tough day. I honestly didn’t know how to even bring it up. So I didn’t. But I wrote him a card (which I’m still contemplating if that was even the right thing to do) Basically just saying that he’s amazing and that I’m here if he needs someone to talk too about anything. Just trying…to be comforting during a day that I knew he was going to struggle with.
We part ways. But still talk throughout the day. Unfortunately, he ends up spending the day alone because his dad ended up catching Covid. He thanks me for the card. That it got him teared up. Saying no one has checked in on him regarding Mother’s Day. That I was the only one that wished his mom a heavenly Mother’s Day…and that’s when I asked him how is he doing? And he said not good. That he couldn’t stay on the phone at that moment. So we hang up, which is absolutely fine with me, reassuring him that he can reach out whenever. And he does. For at least the next two days.
Things seemed fine up until Tuesday. We had our normal conversations, he asked me how was my Mother’s Day. Everything felt ok. But when I texted him the next morning, I never got a reply. This man hasn’t missed a day since we started. I figured he’s probably still going through the motions of Mother’s Day, but me being the Libra I am, I start to think it’s personal & I freak out. So I text him the next day basically stating if we were done. That it’s ok to have a change of heart. And he ended up replying saying that he didn’t have a change of heart. He was just trying to navigate through his emotions. That he hasn’t been able to give much the last couple days and that he was sorry for not being so communicative the last 40 hrs (he really counted the hours).
I replied saying that I understand and just reminding him I’m here if he needs anything. And that I care and he doesn’t have to do things alone. And that I was glad he hasn’t had a change of heart. And we haven’t spoken since. I just feel like I’m on a standstill now. I’m trying hard not to think that I did something wrong but it’s difficult not to if there’s no communication happening. Do I wait or just take this as a sign he just doesn’t want to continue seeing me? Should I check in or wait till he makes a move? Should I ask him if we’re done again? Is this Capricorn behavior to just retreat? Lol i just feel so lost with what’s going on. It feels like the ultimate ghosting. But thank you for reading this far!

Reddit: u/TeaRPs Discord: tea Name & House: Helaena Targaryen Age: 21 Cultural Group: Valyrian Appearance: Helaena has short cropped silver hair and large, light colored eyes. Of average height, Helaena is thin framed. Trait: Agile Skills: Medic (e), Apothecary (e), Skulker Talents: Gaslighting x 3 Starting Titles: Lady Starting Location: Starting Celebrations Alt Characters: House Bracken
Timeline/Bio: 4 AC: Helaena is born on Dragonstone, the second eldest daughter of Maelor & Aelora Targaryen. 14 AC: Helaena suffers from a fall and breaks her arm. A local woods witch by the name of Myrtle heals the young Targaryen. From this moment on, Helaena develops a great interest in all things medical. Despite the disapproval of her parents, Helaena begins to study under Myrtle. To her parents relief, she ends up developing hobbies like gardening. 15 AC: Helaena develops a penchant for sneaking around Dragonstone and listening behind closed doors. 16 AC: Helaena begs her father for a room in Dragonstone to conduct her herb work. 18 AC: Helaena is allowed to travel with proper escorts to provide medic services. 23 AC: Helaena travels to a tournament at Driftmark to help serve as a medic. 25 AC: Helaena arrives with her fam for the hunt.
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Name & House: Aelora Targaryen Age: 53 Cultural Group: Valyrian Appearance: Aelora has the classic Targaryen features: silver hair, purple eyes, and a huge ego to match. Trait: Ruthless Skills: Sabotage (e), Assassin Talents: Talking Down to You x 3 Starting Titles: Lady, Wife to the Steward of Dragonstone Starting Location: Starting Celebrations
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28 BCE: Aelora and her twin brother Maelor are born to Aerys Targaryen and Baela Celtigar. 12 BCE: Aelora travels to Lys and tours the Free Cities. Maelor does the same, but Aelora is insistent upon going her own way apart from her brother. It is here during these travels that Aelora develops an interest in creating networks of informants. 8 BCE: Aelora and Maelor are married. 2 BCE: Aelora helps her husband Maelor coordinate logistics during the Conquest. 1 AC: Firstborn daughter Daenys is born. 2 AC: Maelor is awarded Stewardship of Dragonstone. Aelora feels her husband should have more than this. From here on out, Aelora constantly nags Maelor about the need to get more for their family. 4 AC: Helaena is born on Dragonstone. 5 AC: Aenar is born on Dragonstone. 6 AC: Viserys is born on Dragonstone. 7 AC: Rhaelle is born on Dragonstone. Aelora tells Maelor she wants a break from having kids. 8 AC - 24 AC: Aelora devotes all of her time to raising her children and fostering networks of informants to keep an eye on the realm on behalf of her immediate family. 25 AC: Aelora is determined to see her children wed and to see her husband finally take what is rightfully his: higher honors in the world.
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Sarella - Cutthroat Pate - Questioner

My boyfriend has a friend who frequents this ritzy night club and she has some way to get on the guest list so we got in for free last night. It was nice and appreciated, my partner and I were having a good time and she met some friends and walked off with them. After awhile we met back up in a seating area towards the back of the club. I smelled weed and thought someone came in reeking of it but I looked and saw them smoking a joint in the club in front of two staff members. Then I saw two other people smoking cigarettes nearby. I was really surprised as its been illegal to smoke in businesses in MA for a long time. I was going to say something to the staff but caught one of them taking a hit from one of the cigarettes and then puffing his vape.
I started getting uncomfortable and the music started getting louder and my partner was fading fast so we left. In the car ride back to his house I mentioned the smoking and how they could have set off the smoke detectors. Partner's friend didn't care and she says that its just cigarettes. I mentioned how its illegal and how I might call the health inspector on monday. My partner agreed and she snapped and started yelling at him asking if he wants to be a boring hermit and never have a social life because the club got shut down and doesn't do the guest list again. She then continued to yell about how its just cigarettes nothing will happen and then made me promise I won't report the smoking to anyone. I said I wouldn't call and we got back to my partner's house. Once she left and we went inside my partner said to ignore his friend and call someone anyway. I agreed but that night she blew up his phone about how I am ruining her fun and causing a problems for a club. He said he was going to distance himself from her for yelling at him and attacking me. I want to call but I also don't want his friend to come back at me for doing it.
TL;DR caught several people smoking inside a night club in front of staff. Told partner and friend I was going to call someone about it and she got angry and yelled at us. We agreed after she left to call someone and she spent the night blowing up his phone about me ruining her fun.

So, I’m not sure how to focus on only one habit when there are so many responsibilities I have in my life. People say it’s best to make one habit at a time and the way to do it is consistency. However, let’s take my current situation: an unemployed 20 year old who is living with family and will attend university in 2 months. Everything I’m responsible for in a day are: folding laundry, ironing clothes, studying in advance, finding a place to live, and arrange plane tickets. Not to mention the habits I’m doing right now, brushing teeth, meditation, and showering everyday, and the habits I want to do: journalling, sleeping early, and waking up early. Somehow I have to do all this everyday but only have the brain capacity to build one habit at a time. How can I balance it? Please help. Do I let myself have leeway on everything but one habit? But then everything will come crashing down? If I don’t do chores, study, responsibilities, shower everyday, brush my teeth, people will start commenting on it AND I’ll start seeing consequences of my actions.

Thomas Joseph Landry was a New Brunswick farmer before the flood destroyed his St John Valley farm. He claims he was present during the Battle of Fredricton when the ships of the Royal Canadian Navy fired upon the city. Many of Landry's political opponents have pointed oit that tales of the navy firing on Fredricton have bren shown time and time again to be exaggerations. However, this has only raised charges of falsification of navy records amongst Landry's closest followers.
For years after losing his farm, Landry lived under the NERC occupation of New Brunswick. He claims to have been involved in an underground resistance movement against the NERC occupation, but the only evidence of this resistance movement that has been presented was letters complaining to his friends about the 'communist backwardness' of the NERC regime.
It is already in these letters written under NERC occupation that the political thought that would become Landrism would begin to become apparent. Landry wrote time and time again about how Ronism was a foolish attempt to apply a political philosophy developed by industrial workers to an agrarian society. Landry already saw the village - the basic social unit of agrarian society - as something fundamentally incompatible with a centrally planned Commjnist economy.
After New Brunswick was returned to the rule of the Maritime Relief Agency, Landry's criticism of the Communists would turn to equally scathing criticism of the MRA's attempt at running an economy largely under centealized control. Landry would soon get involved in the Atlantic People's Party, where he would write pamphlet after pamphlet on behalf of the party. During this time, Landry directed his firey words primarily at the reigning Liberals who he felt were 'communists in sheep's clothing'. He expressed ontl words of support for the APP leaders at the time.
It was only when Landry would be elected to a seat on the Maritime Regional Assembly that he would begin to dissent from the APP leadership. Regional Premier Robert Stanfield had come from a Progressive Conservative background, and largely governed as a conventional Conservative. While Landry voted in favour of Maritime Union, he began to criticize Stanfield's approach to the formation of the United Maritimes in op-ed pieces we would be able to get published in various regional newspapers.
To Landry, Stanfield's main mistake was his desire to centralize power in the hands of the Maritime Regional Government. To Landry, the village was and had always been the fundamental unit of rural life. In the form of the feudal manor, the village had been the fundametal unit of European society right until the industrial revolution. To Landry, the urban way of life was fundamentally different from the rural one, and since the industrial revolution the main political conflict in society had been between the urban left and the rural right.
To Landry, the early 20th century had seen the final victory of the urban over the rural, of big business and big unions over the small farmer and fisherman. Landry described how the urbanites had won control of every single major government from the American Revolution to the Russian Revolution, and how ultimately, it had been the urbanites who had destroyed the world with the Great Flood of their making.
Landry described Stanfield as a 'urbanite Conservative'. A man who 'deceived the farmers and fishers into abandoning their own villages in favour of an urbanized state'. For Landry, true Conservatism meant putting the village above the country, refusing to pay taxes to a Province and Country which did not in turn look after the needs of each and every one of its villages. Landry saw the ideal relationship between a village and its Province as one rooted in the feudal relatioship between a manor lord as his King. The King would provide military protection in exchange for modest taxation, but the manor would be largely able to run its own economic affairs.
However, at the same time Landry did not advocate a return to an aristocracy as such. He admired the work that the Antigonish Movement had done in empowering the rural poor through adult education and the creation of cooperatives and credit unions. He believed that each village could function as a democratic entity, with municipal government being run cooperatively and with the local Church taking a prominent role in guiding the village.
As Stanfield approached 10 years as Regional Premier, the voice of rural backbenchers opposing his policies began to grow stronger. There was no longer any substantial opposition to the APP at the Provincial level, so the strongest criticism to Stanfield's government came from within his own party. However, in 1966, the true strength of the opposition to Stanfield had not yet become clear.

I always have trouble with the way that I look. I’m not the prettiest, but I think I am at least not ugly. Since I was about 12-13 I’ve been told so many times I look young it’s infuriating atp. First started at 7th grade when I told someone my age, and they said I looked like a 6th grader or younger I mean seriously I understand we were kids, but this guy started to push it he told me I belonged in freaking elementary school this made my ego DROP I thought I was ugly at the time, and it was the pandemic and I freaking used my mask all times bc of this NEVER took it off in front of a public.Gosh I am in high school seniors, sophomores, freshmans and, juniors tell me I look like a baby it’s like the more I grow the younger I become.I want to cry, and this does not make me insecure anymore…. this ENRAGES ME HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW THIS IS SO RUDE. It does not help I met this cute guy in high school I thought he freaking liked me but no….no… HE THOUGHT I WAS IN MIDDLE SCHOOL and proceed to push it even further he said I look 12 OR LESS like a baby, I’m 15 I am about to turn 16 😃 my friends who are YOUNGER LOOK 5 years older than me he said, I mean GOSH this really makes me so mad I want to cry, while he was just blabbering about how I am a baby I was taking it with a straight face and saying “thank you” like I’m supposed to like it, or it’s a compliment NOOO ITS RUDE I HATE IT I CAN WORK I'm ABOUT TO GET A LICENSE I hate this I don’t know what I did to the gods to deserve this FUCKING CURSE why can’t I be normal??? They said the younger you look, the prettier you are, but, fuck that I would prefer I look 18 right now as a 15 year old rather than being mistaken as an 12 year old??

For years I wanted to get away, a few times I had but he would reach back out and pull me back in. I was so angry and hurry the last six months we were together. At the same time it did kind of seem like he was trying to be better. I'm not sure if that's the trauma bond taking or if he really was trying.
He got arrested for throwing something at me hard enough to leave a mark and threatening my dogs. This wasn't the first time he got physical with me.
I was scared it would escalate if I stayed. When he called me from jail I didn't know if I could believe anything he told me. He asked me to help get him out but I couldn't bring myself to do it even if I appreciated him calling me.
The first month was extremely difficult, I was not emotionally stable or sane. I got myself three therapist so I could have a session every other day because of how bad it was. After the first month one therapist told me I was beyond her skill set and knowledge to help but she felt for me. I such with my other two for another two months with therapy twice a week. I'm down to once because the other kept asking "what can I help you with", but he did help in the beginning we just got past the point where I needed knowledge not emotional support anymore. My remaining therapist is wonderful and I try to see him twice a week but I have a long way to go to break the trauma bond.
I'm not angry or scared anymore, I'm just left with an intense longing for my ex. I miss him every day and it sucks he is just off my rout to work. I look at that street every day, twice a day, and think about how close he is and how I wish I could see him. This is also an area I'm in often to see friends or eat. Then there is where he works at an auto shop, which is also just off the highways I take often. I never imagine having him arrested and charged would have been so painful. I regret it so much and I wish I had insisted the police leave instead of letting them talk to him. I would take all the abuse again just so I don't have to deal with this pain, I don't even want to live anymore (my friend is keeping me safe). I've never had a issue cutting people off so I don't understand why I'm so strongly attached to him after all the abuse. Even when I recount all the horrible things he did and said to me or watch the videos, I want him back. I keep wanting to reach out but he blocked me for ruining his life.
It's affected my work, memory, information processing, self-care, and checking. I have piles of laundry everywhere and no clothes for work that's clean. I didn't shower often anymore or brush my teeth. I read the some sentences a few times over and still don't understand. I can hardly remember anything from the day before most days. I'm just going to turn in my affidavit so I can walk away from all of this.
I hate what he did to me. I regret letting the cops come in. I hate that I feel like I ruined his life - I never wanted to be responsible for ruining someone's life. I had no idea this was going to negatively affect me this much, I regret it. I miss him.... I hate that I miss him, he was horrible to me.... I wish he would talk to me or hug me. It doesn't have to be now but I want him back.

Hey all, first post here. I'm a 15m, and I have a little brother 1 year younger than me. We have great parents, albeit a little emotional ones. Im really unsure about how to properly explain this, but essentially, my little brother seems to be getting to some really bad habits, at far too young of an age (smoking, drugs, etc). Simplifying a ton over here, but we're essentially Europeans who have been living in India since birth. Its really easy to get access to any kind of contraband, even for kids, and I can only guess it's because these shop owners lack a sense of morality.
I personally like to completely shut myself off, and hardly get out of my room. I simply find it peaceful and quiet. Hence, my little brother usually gets doted on by my father and mother. They're seriously good people who pale at even the idea of drugs and cigs, but due to what I can only assume are outside influences, my little brother seems to be getting into bad habits.
He's made it clear that there's no real way to stop him, with statements like " I'll just sneak out at night ". My parents really trust him, and still try to. But we often can't tell if he's lying 90% of the time or not. It's not like his whole life is smoking and doing weed, but I can guess that a good chunk is. I'm worried that if my parents find out to what extent it's taking place (which even I don't know) it'll completely ruin the family. And even though they do know that this stuff takes place, there's only so much time in the day when they can control him. I'm not really asking anyone nearby, since there is a chance they tell other people, so here I am on Reddit. I really don't know what to do. Cutting off his funds is only viable until my parents give in emotionally when he says he really needs them. He might actually for a bday party or something, but at the same time he might not.
At the same time, even though there are so many signs of him actually engaging in all this, this could all be a big misunderstanding, although the chance of that happening is very small,it's still nonzero. Could someone please give me some advice on what to do? I don't want his current narrow mindedness to ruin his whole life, but he's too stubborn to listen.

Ok so this is not to be rude to anyone in this sub but iv noticed that some of these questions or scenarios in this sub are just unreal. I'm just gonna say it: If you can not handle a LDR do not get in one it's not worth the heartache on both parties. I mean some of y'all's arguments are just ridiculous. A lot of them could've been handled with proper communication 😭. I have been in an LDR for 5 months now and we barley get into arguments. I'm not gonna read all these problems that some of y'all have when its things that could've been delt with. Instead of crying about it how about learning from the mistakes and seeing what really went wrong. Some of y'all forget that relationships are not gonna be perfect. There are gonna be issues. It's how you handle them. It's ridiculous to me how ppl break up with someone because of kindergarten stuff.
Don't take this post the wrong way see it as something maybe you could reflect on. I had to do it once myself 🖤

The mods of ProRevenge exercised their judgement that, fair enough, my childhood story did not constitute revenge. I respect the decision. Apparently it was crossposted to another sub first, though, but the thing was too dang long and ended up cut off. I will provide the full post here and give full permission for anyone who is able to, to post the second half on the reddit it was crossposted to, but I would only like to say first:
I only use reddit to troubleshoot tech issues since Google is down the drain now, and read BoRU posts on occasion. In general, I like to keep a very low social media footprint. So please understand that this will be my final word on this post. :)

This happened decades ago now, back in primary school. I only remembered it because I was recently catching up with old friends from back then, and we got to laughing over old stories and then someone mentioned, "The wildest was when you organised that whole protest against our teacher."
"The time I did what?"
The consensus was I did, indeed, organise the entire class to rebel against our teacher that resulted in her being deposed and our class getting a "substitute" for the rest of the year. I almost fell out of my chair hearing this story from their mouths. It wasn't that I didn't remember it, of course I did--that year was awful. It was just that it existed very differently in my memory.
Two important pieces of background knowledge to understand here:
I went to a very very small, very very rural school. How small? Each classroom was composed of the entire year level, and the largest had at most 30 kids in them. My class/year level was on the smallest in the entire school, with a piddling 14 kids in it altogether. While we still had our cliques and factions, our small size caused our class to be very tight knit and protective of each other. How rural? The school building itself was incredibly small, but one thing we were not short on was gigantic empty fields surrounding us on all sides. Great for sports, great for (it turns out) student protests.
I was, at the time, undiagnosed autistic. I mean I still am autistic, I'm just formally diagnosed now. But back then I was just seen as being a very quirky kid. One of the ways this quirkiness manifested was that I really had trouble adapting to the rules and structure of grade school and how it differed from what I was used to. At home if I wanted to pee, I just went to the toilet. Now I have to put my hand up? Now I have to ask permission to piss? Then I went home and put my hand up to ask my mom for permission to pee and she told me I didn't need to! Madness! Chaos! I don't care what the rules are, please just be consistent!
But one of the main parts of my brain and the way it works is that sometimes my brain, separate from my will, would just make a decision about a course of action and I would very calmly commit to it come hell or high water. Like, it is vitally important that I stay true to this course of action. I can't explain it. It's like I set a rule for myself and if something disrupts that, I just shut down and stop functioning.
So when the school said, "Okay, when this bell rings during recess/lunch, that means you have to leave the playground and go back to class", I was a confused child already struggling with all these completely nonsensical limitations and guidelines imposed on me. So when that bell rang, I got that calm little voice in my head that said, "Hmm, no, I'm good out here actually. I don't think I will go back into class." So I would just continue to sit out on the playground, playing with my plastic spider toys or sitting on the swing. Teachers would realise what was going on and come out to get me and tell me I have to go back to class, and I would just very calmly hear them out and then smile at them and politely as possible tell them, "No thank you, I want to stay out here."
They really didn't know what to do with me. I wasn't getting upset, I wasn't throwing a tantrum, I wasn't yelling, I wasn't being rude in any way. I was incredibly docile and would let them explain things to me with endless patience and then just politely refute them and go back to what I was doing, like this was just a very normal and reasonable negotiation between two equal parties. I have memories of sitting on the swing while three very confused and flustered adult staff huddled around me trying to bribe me with candy to go back to class. It would take a whole lesson block to lure me back to the classroom, and then at lunch the whole thing would start over again. It took me three years at school to finally accept the status quo thanks to a religious nutter I got for a teacher, and finally went back to class when the bell rang (was never happy about it though).
I eventually settled into school life. Excelled at subjects I liked, at least passed subjects I didn't, followed the rules, was seen as intelligent and obedient and was often liked by my teachers. Until my final year, when we got the teacher I can only rudely monniker Mrs Bigmouth.
Mrs Bigmouth should not have been a teacher. She had a trigger temper and would explode into long, verbally abusive tirades against us if we ever did anything she felt was disrespectful behaviour. What was disrespectful behaviour? Damned if I know. It changed day by day, depending on mood. You could disrespect her to her face one day and she'd laugh and say you have such razor wit, and politely ask a question the next and she'd scream at you for ten nonstop minutes then give you a week of DT for talking back. The absolute peak moment of her boiling temper came when she threw a dictionary at a girl's head because she was whispering to me in class. When I tell you it missed her by half an inch...
But believe it or not, this wasn't what made her such an awful teacher. It was so hard to get teachers at rural schools back then, there was almost nothing you could do to get fired, so we had experience with teachers with nightmare tempers. What made her such an issue was her big mouth. She used us, her trapped audience, as free therapy. She would infodump, traumadump, about her very personal, very private life to us. All day. She'd be two words into a spelling list and launch into an extended story session about her marital issues with her husband. We'd be heads down doing fractions and, unprompted, she'd declare to the class that her adult daughter no longer talks to her and then diatribe to us about it until the bell rang. She had money issues, a contentious relationship with her parents, her marriage was on the rocks. She once pulled me aside after school and spoke with me, at length, about how she was thinking of having another child to try to repair her marriage. I was like, okay lady, I'm 11, about to miss my bus, and my house is a 4 hour walk on foot from here.
We weren't learning. We'd hadn't had a complete lesson since the first week of the school year. We were behind on the cirriculum and frustrated. One kid had brought a stopwatch into school and would time lessons vs her monologues and kept detailed lists, and we would come to school each morning and do betting pools on them. What subject would she interrupt, what would she talk about, and how long would it go.
But all that still wasn't the breaking point if you can believe it. No! Still not! The problem was it wasn't just her own private life she couldn't keep her mouth shut about. It was everyone else's. Because parents would make the reasonable assumption that she should be told things as our class teacher that would be important to know, and that she would understand these things were said in confidence. Instead she would veer randomly off in the middle of talking to us about her horrible weekend to let us know whatever private or traumatic thing was going on in a classmate's life that she had been made aware of. That was awful. That was what made that year hell. It wasn't even about when my secrets were shared with the entire class against my consent. It was watching the faces of my small, lovely, supportive class of 11 year old children go pale and scrunch up with held-back tears as things they never wanted to share were announced like morning news. God we hated her.
Then one day that voice came. The one I hadn't heard in years. The bell ring to go back into class and that voice said, "But I don't want to be in that classroom. I'm not even being taught there." So I just... didn't. I didn't go back to class. I just sat in the playground in a daze eating grass (don't eat grass, it's not good for your teeth). Despite how small my class was, I don't think Mrs Bigmouth even noticed I wasn't there. Others did though. Come lunch and everyone came out, my friends asked me where I was and I said, "Oh, I didn't go back to class."
"Why didn't you go back to class?"
"Why would I go back to class?"
Lightbulb moment for my schoolmates. Yeah, why would they go back to class? What was the point? From a practical standpoint, they weren't learning. From an emotional standpoint, it was horrible to be there. A friend who had had her family's dirty laundry aired to the entire class just last week, things even she didn't know because her parents tried to keep it from her, asked if she could sit with me rather than go back to class. I just stared at her, vacant and confused.
"Sure? I mean, I'm just eating grass though."
Over the next few days, two kids turned into four, turned into ten, turned into the whole class. The whole class was doing a sit-out protest on the field rather than go back to class. Of course Mrs Bigmouth tried to do something about it. She'd come out, screaming at us and threatening us with DT and internal suspension, but six months of that behaviour had totally vaccinated us against her. I'd become the de facto leader and spokesperson of the protest by merit of being the first to sit out and also because I was well known to not give a shit (autistic brain: I actually just frequently had trouble reading and reacting with the correct social behaviour but it gave me a cool and aloof bad boy mystique I guess). I gave her the exact same treatment from back in grade one. I would let her scream, let her holler, let her threaten, let her spittle rain down on me, and then I would give her a sweet and innocent smile and nod in acknowledgement and say, "No thank you, we're going to remain out here." And thirteen pairs of eyes would stare at her in total silence. No one, not even the most gobbermouthed little shite in the class, would volunteer a word. The unspoken agreement was all negotiations were my responsibility.
The thing about angry people is that they feed off conflict. They get you angry so they can respond with even more anger and it nourishes them. She had no absolutely no plan of action on how to deal with me patiently hearing her out then refuting her in the gentlest of terms.
Another thing that ended up helping down the line is that we made an attempt to conduct our own classes. I mean, they sucked and we didn't learn much because we were kids with no supervision, but it was really cute in retrospect. We'd have groups of people assigned to subjects, with some people bringing in words they found in a dictionary for spelling lists and others bringing in old 6th grade homework from older siblings. The heart was there and it served a purpose, if not educational.
"Okay, but how did no one else notice this was happening? Surely people would notice 14 kids sitting on the lawn, not in class?"
Rural school. Big. Empty. Fields. Even screaming at us, the most other classrooms would hear would be muffled voices, and everyone was used to hearing her yelling at us or taking us out onto the field abruptly to make us do laps as group punishment. Plus the way the school buildings were arranged was that it was actually all in one straight line of adjacent rooms, and ours happened to be at the very end of the building. No windows faced the field we all sat in except that of our own classroom. It was just a very lucky arrangement of coincidences and preconceived notions, at least for a couple weeks. I couldn't tell you the exact number, this was so long ago and as a kid I definitely had a more stretched idea of time. Minutes felt like hours, especially during that year. But there was definitely at least two weekends that passed by since the "sit-out protest" started.
Eventually someone cottoned on to what was happening, or maybe Mrs Bigmouth humbled herself and finally confessed to her boss that she had lost control of a bunch of 11-year-olds, so we were called into the principal's office to sort this out. As the representative of our class, I was of course chosen to attend the meeting, flanked by the girl who'd had the dictionary thrown at her head and my friend who was the first to sit out with me. Since I understood that this meeting was one where we were probably going to be yelled at for doing the wrong thing, a thing I had ample experience of, I felt like the easiest way to mitigate things (especially since I felt guilty for being the instigator) was to explain in a very rational and logical way the series of events that led up to our bad behaviour. As well, for my entire life my mother had always taught me that it was no good complaining about things unless you were also willing to think of solutions. "I'm hungry!" - "Well, what's a solution to that problem?" - "Uh, make myself a sandwich?" - "Great! Let's do that together!"
So what did I do? Of course, to make things as clean and concise as possible, I interviewed my class one by one to hear each individual story of why they didn't feel comfortable going to class anymore, itemised them under categories (Verbal Aggression; Interruptions of Lessons; Oversharing Student Life) for easier discussion because my little quirky brain loved itemising things, and then as a kind of olive branch came up with solutions (we wanted to finish lessons unhindered, we wanted our personal privacy to be respected, we wanted to be able to catch our bus on time rather than being held back with unfair DT or long "chats"). So many things sort of came together in this beautiful, wholly accidental way. We had months of records of timed rants and monologues, noted down to the millisecond thanks to that kid's stopwatch. We had records of us trying to teach ourselves during the protests, showing this wasn't us just not wanting to go to class but due to us feeling as though we did not have a class to go to. When the principal heard all this, her jaw it the floor. A lot of it was stuff she knew, peripherally, but things had just never been laid out so neatly before. Some of it was stuff we'd complained to parents about, but it was one kid coming home and telling one parent one time, weeks ago. There was no real sense, up until now, the sheer scope of her behaviour. She didn't even answer us. She just said, "Okay, I need to call your parents."
We got the rest of the week off school. That weekend, every parent of every student came to a meeting between them, Mrs Bigmouth, and the principal. Stories were swapped. My exercise book with my tidy little lists and the records of the betting pool and monologue times were confiscated and brought into the meeting. I don't know what went down, but when my mother came home she just told me that Mrs Bigmouth would not be our problem for the rest of the school year, and more importantly, that she was incredibly proud of me and that I did the right thing. Rarely in my childhood had my inability to integrate into normal society led me to doing the right thing, so I just remember crying and hugging and feeling vindicated about, I don't know, just existing or something.
So yeah. From the outside perspective here is what it looked like: I, the ringleader with a history of dismissing school rules, organised a sit-out strike amongst my class. I kept the protest peaceful and non-disruptive to other classes. When negotiations with the principal were finally arranged, as the representative I compiled a clear list of greivances, with evidence, and a list of reasonable demands. I mean, holy crap, yes, yes I clearly organised a student protest.
The actual results of it are mixed. We got a revolving door of substitute teachers of varying quality for the rest of the school year, occasionally being bundled into other classrooms entirely when they couldn't find someone. It wasn't a great learning environment and we continued to struggle a lot, but it was better than before. Mrs Bigmouth was not actually fired but put on leave for the rest of the school year, then returned and was put in charge of a different year level (which happened to be the class of the younger sister of a guy in my class: according to him, she was quiet as a church mouse that entire year so I hope at least she learned her lesson, or at least finally got divorced and went to actual therapy). The entire ordeal caused our already small and close class to become really really supportive and like family to each other and we all remain in touch until this day. And we became fierce about standing up for ourselves.
I kind of learned to parse the difference between when it was appropriate to go along with set societal rules even if I don't understand them, and when those rules were just straight up unreasonable and nobody should be required to follow them. I did, years alter, lead an actual (very small) strike at work but intentionally that time. My mother was proud of me then too. :)

Actually, this is my final word on this post:
I am sending much love from across the internet to every neurodivergent person who saw themselves in this story and a possibility of how being out of the ordinary can also mean being extraordinary. You are fantastic! You are fantastic! You are fantastic! I will say it three times so you understand the importance of it!

At one point I was thinking about the timeline of FNaF, and decided to write out every concrete date we have. The dates we know for certain are:

• Game & Novel Events
  • 1983 - Freddy's Opens and the Bite of '83 (Confirmed in the Steel Wool games and the presence of Freddy's characters in the FNaF 4 minigames)
  • Monday, October 31st, 1983 - Charlie's death (Confirmed in the novels)
  • Wednesday, June 26th, 1985 - MCI (Confirmed in the FNaF 1 newspapers, novels and Fazbear Frights)
  • Sunday, November 8th, 1987, through Friday, November 13th, 1987 - FNaF 2 Nights and Phone Calls (Confirmed in the FNaF 2 Paychecks)
  • November 8th through November 14th - FNaF 1 Nights and Custom Night (Confirmed in the FNaF 1 Paychecks)
• Novel Only Events
  • July of 1985 - Henry Commits Die
  • June of 1995 - The Silver Eyes
  • October of 1996 - The Twisted Ones
  • Post-Easter Sunday of 1997 - The Fourth Closet

And doing this made me realize something. With the number of dates we have, a lot of people are just guessing instead of working around them. Most notably, the reuse of certain weekdays/months can help us understand dates that aren't confirmed. For example:

• Due to the Spring Bonnie costume being moved in the FNaF 3 Night 5 Phone Call (AKA Phone Guy's 4th call) and Spring Bonnie being used for at least the MCI, we can safely place Phone Guy's FNaF 3 calls from Sunday, June 23rd, 1985, through Thursday, June 27th, 1985. Since Phone Guy brings up the Springlock Failure on Tuesday, this means the Bite of '83 can't have been the springlock failure he mentions on Call 3.
• Since the newspaper clippings in FNaF 1 are after the MCI and appear to be the same front page, this means that not all of them happen on the same day. The "Kids vanish at local pizzeria – bodies not found." page is likely on Thursday, June 27th, 1985, after at least the first two MCI victims have been killed. The "Five children now reported missing. Suspect convicted." page is likely on Friday, June 28th, 1985, after the incident has been more thoroughly investigated. The "Local pizzeria threatened with shutdown over sanitation." page is likely on Saturday, June 29th, 1985, after the bodies have begun to decompose. Notably, the "Local pizzeria said to close by years end." page seems to be well after June of 1985 since the MCI is referred to as "many years ago", so it's unlikely it takes place at the same time as the other three.
• Since both FNaF 1 and FNaF 2 have inconsistencies with it being a "summer" job (FNaF 1 on the Steam Page and FNaF 2 in the Night 1 Phone Call), it's implied that the job listing hasn't been updated since the MCI.
• Phone Guy repeatedly mentions a "previous employee" who took the night shift before we did, who was likely William Afton using a fake name, which means that he had worked from Sunday, October 25th, 1987, through Friday, October 30th, 1987. After this he moves to the dayshift and begins tampering with the animatronics. Since the MCI in the 1985 location happened on a Wednesday, this implies that the DCI also happens on a Wednesday. This, combined with the investigation into Freddy's happening on Night 4 of FNaF 2, implies that the DCI happened on Wednesday, November 11th, 1987.
• Due to the "Freddy Fazbear's is Closing" page seen after Night 6 of FNaF 2 and the Night 7 Guard being a different person, it's likely the Bite of '87 happened on Saturday, November 14th, 1987.
• Since FNaF 2 shows Fazbear Entertainment pays its employees on Thursdays, this means FNaF 1 has to take place in a year where November 12th is a Thursday. As such, the possible dates it could be are 1992, 1998, 2009, and 2015. Since 2009 and 2015 are well after most depictions of the FNaF 1 location and 1998 is after the Security Guard Faz-Fact date of 1988-1993, we can conclude that FNaF 1 has to take place in 1992. To add onto this, a code in the Survival Logbook involving coupons further implies the year 1992 due to calculations involving pricing and inflation. Related to this, Phone Guy is stated to be finishing his last week during the FNaF 1 Phone Calls, and since Mike arrives to take his place immediately after, it's safe to say that the Phone Calls take place from Sunday, November 1st, 1992, through Thursday, November 5th, 1992.
• Due to Phone Guy's Night 1 Phone Call from FNaF 1 playing in the background during FNaF 4 and a number of other similarities, it's safe to say that FNaF 4 takes place during FNaF 1, with Nightmare Night being before just before FNaF 1 Custom Night. The reason for this is that, if Mike is working the Night Shift, he would need to be asleep during the day to make up for it and be ready for his workday.
• Sister Location is stated to take place after a Freddy's location has closed its doors, placing either post-MCI, post-FNaF 2, or post-FNaF 1. However, since HandUnit says the Freddy's that closed was a successful one, it can't be post-FNaF 2 as the location was only open for a few weeks. It also can't be before FNaF 3 because Mike would have no reason to go to Fazbear Frights. Lastly, Elizabeth in the novels dies after Charlie, so her death would have to be before 1987. This implies that the events of the game take place post-FNaF 1, while Elizabeth's death takes place post-MCI and pre-FNaF 2. Notice that earlier when talking about FNaF 2 that I said William didn't work on October 31st, 1987. That is because, given the previous evidence, he was implied to be at the opening of Circus Baby's Pizza World witnessing Elizabeth's death. This event is what leads him to perform the DCI to gain Remnant now that Circus Baby's is out of commission.
• The Immortal and the Restless cutscenes are pretty self-explanatory, taking place after each night of Sister Location. Similarly, the Sister Location cutscenes take place the week after Sister Location. Lastly, the Elizabeth voice lines after each night take place in the week leading up to her death.
• This is where things get a bit controversial. The Silver Eyes takes place over Five Nights (as in the title), and since Charlie is in town for the 10th anniversary of the MCI, this means the book takes place from Monday, June 26th, 1995, through Friday, June 30th, 1995. In the book, we see Charlie springlock William as revenge for his crimes while the other animatronics drag him to the Safe Room. While it isn't 1-1, a similar thing happens in the Follow Me minigames, where on Night 5 all the spirits lead William into the Safe Room and springlock him as revenge for his crimes. Phone Guy also states that "If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath, I’d probably be a bit irritable at night too", which could relate to the predicament William Afton found himself in after Follow Me. This implies that the events of The Silver Eyes happen at the same time as Follow Me in the game continuity, which is why they had to be separated in the first place.
• Relating to the above point, both The Silver Eyes and Sister Location take place over the course of 5 nights and both involve the older brother of one of the dead children being trapped in a Springlock Suit on Night 4. Similarly, both Follow Me and Sister Location end with a man identified by a purple sprite being killed by the victims of the MCI (or maybe DCI for Sister Location). This implies that Sister Location and Follow Me also happen at the same time, and the reason Mike couldn't find his father was because he was springlocked in the back room at Freddy's.
• Since FNaF 3 is stated to be 30 years after a Freddy's location closed its doors, this means that it is in either 2015, 2017, or 2022. Since the game is released in 2015 and the Survival Logbook's previous coupon code matches that date if adjusted for inflation, FNaF 3 takes place in 2015. Due to the date of the MCI already being mentioned and work weeks in the games usually starting on Sunday, this means FNaF 3 takes place from June 21st, 2015, through June 26th, 2015 (after which it burns down). On a related note, the last night of Pizzeria Simulator is stated to be a Saturday, and since the game has a lot of relation to the Afton and Emily families, it's likely that it takes place on the day Charlie and Elizabeth died (October 31st). This implies that the game takes place from Monday, October 25th, 2015, through Saturday, October 31st, 2015.
• You may have noticed that Sister Location is the only game that doesn't start its work week on Sunday, instead beginning on Monday. That is because FNaF World takes place during this day, as implied by the lack of Funtime and Scrap animatronics. After this, the minigames from FNaF 3 are set up and Mike goes to the Sister Location bunker at the behest of his father. Ultimate Custom Night, however, has no set date because it is seemingly a time loop, an endless cycle of suffering endured by whoever you believe the player to be. Happiest Day only occurs after Ultimate Custom Night ends, but just as the Vengeful Spirit says, they will never happen.
• Now that we've covered the major events, let's get to the main course: The minigames. Considering the above evidence, Take Cake to the Children and Security Puppet take place on Monday, October 31st, 1983, Fruity Maze takes place on Wednesday, June 26th, 1985, and Circus Baby's Minigame takes place on Saturday, October 31st, 1987. Foxy Go!Go!Go! and Give Gifts, Give Life likely take place either on the same day as Fruity Maze or the day after on Thursday, June 27th, 1985, though the more likely option is the latter due to cluttering the number of events. The main FNaF 3 minigames besides Happiest Day take place during the events of FNaF 3, since Mike is the one setting them up. That only leaves the FNaF 4 minigames and Midnight Motorist. Due to Midnight Motorist being labeled "later that night" in the code, the rain texture being the same as Security Puppet, and the player driving a purple car, it's likely the minigame takes place the night of Charlie's murder. Since Elizabeth's death, the Bite of '87, and Pizzeria Simulator put a lot of emphasis on "parties on Saturday", it's likely they are calling back to the Bite of '83. Since William "should" have a motive to kill Charlie, this places the FNaF 4 minigames from Monday, October 24th, 1983, through Sunday, October 30th, 1983. This places the Bite of '83 on a Saturday, just like the Bite of '87.
• One last thing of note: Though the year she describes is inconsistent due to Book Charlie being a replica and not the real Charlie, she is born on Tuesday, May 13th, 1980, and dies at the age of 4. Similarly, the date of Fredbear's opening has also been inconsistent, ranging from 1979 to 1982 depending on the media. This seems to imply (to me at least) that Charlie's birthday is the same day Fredbear's opens. Also, since Elizabeth dies four years later on the same day as Charlie, it's likely the same is true for Elizabeth's birthday and the founding of Freddy's. Lastly, to me at least, Michael's birthday being the same day as Bite Victim would give him a motive to bully him and cause the Bite. Considering both Charlie and Elizabeth were four when they died, it's likely that Bite Victim's birthday is Wednesday, October 29th, 1980, with Michael being born on the same day in 1970 to allow him to be old enough to work at the FNaF 2 location as Fritz Smith. gives an exact date for almost any remaining dates missing.

Now that we've covered every possible point from the Clickteam games, let's take this information and form a timeline. Please note that not all of the specifics will be agreed upon, but I believe the general dates are correct.

• Thursday, October 29th, 1970 - Michael Afton (Mike) is born, William Afton and Henry Emily found Fazbear Entertainment.
• Tuesday, May 13th, 1980 - Charlotte Emily (Charlie) is born. Henry and William open Fredbear's Family Diner. In the diner are two animatronics, Fredbear and Spring Bonnie, who can be used as animatronics or worn as suits through the use of springlocks.
• Wednesday, October 29th, 1980 - Bite Victim (CC) is born, and Fredbear's is a massive success. Fazbear Entertainment is large enough to have plushies, action figures, build-your-own-robot toys, a Spring Bonnie finger trap, and even a TV Show called Fredbear & Friends.
• Friday, May 13th, 1983 - Elizabeth Afton (Abby) is born, Henry opens Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. In the Pizzeria are four animatronics (Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy), who originated from Fredbear & Friends and don't feature the springlocks found in Fredbear and Spring Bonnie.
• Monday, October 24th, 1983, through Sunday, October 30th, 1983 - Mike torments his younger brother in the week leading up to their birthday while their father watches from afar using cameras and a Fredbear plush with a walkie talkie. The day of the party, Mike and his friends accidentally cause the Bite of '83 through a prank gone wrong, and he dies the following day with both Mike and William speaking to him on his deathbed. The Bite Victim possesses the Fredbear plush, but Mike locks it in a toy chest along with all his other toys so they don't have to think about him. While Mike and William are talking to CC, Fredbear's closes down, the suits are moved to Freddy's, and Fredbear is rebranded to Golden Freddy and given black accessories to replace the original purple accessories.
• Monday, October 31st, 1983 - William gets Henry to watch Mike so he can go to a nearby bar to drink his problems away. After being kicked out for getting too drunk, William drives to Freddy's in a drunken rage. William sees Charlie locked outside by a bunch of bullies and kills her, leaving her body outside by the dumpsters. The Security Puppet animatronic, designed to keep children safe after the accident at Fredbear's caused it to shut down, follows Charlie outside and deactivates while clutching her in its arms. This causes Charlie to possess the Security Puppet. When William gets home, Henry tells him to leave Mike be, but he refuses. He knocks on the locked door before checking the window outside. He remarks that he's run off to "that place", meaning where Mike buried the toy chest in the woods, and vows that Mike will be sorry when he returns.
• Sunday, June 23rd, 1985, through Saturday, June 29th, 1985 - Fazbear Entertainment hires Phone Guy to record safety tapes for the springlock suits used at Freddy's. On Tuesday, an incident involving multiple simultaneous springlock failures (the origins of Shadow Freddy and Shadow Bonnie) causes wearing the suits to be banned. On Wednesday, William dons Spring Bonnie out of spite and lures two children, Susie and Jeremy, to the back room of Freddy's where the springlock suits were being stored and kills them. On Thursday, William kidnaps three more children (Gabriel, Fritz, and Cassidy) and brings them to Freddy's to kill them. He kills the first two the same way as before but has a "special gift" for the third one. He stuffs them into the Golden Freddy suit, then allows their crying and screaming to trigger the springlocks, causing yet another springlock failure. Once he leaves, the Puppet (AKA Charlie), takes action and stuffs the bodies of the other four children into the suits in hopes of bringing them to life the same way she was. This leads to Susie possessing Chica, Jeremy possessing Bonnie, Gabriel possessing Freddy, and Fritz possessing Foxy. Cassidy, however, had already been strong enough to possess Golden Freddy herself due to the agony of the springlock failure. On Friday, the police investigate Freddy's and find the Golden Freddy suit laying in a pile of blood, leading Fazbear Entertainment to seal the room the suits were being kept in. William frames Henry for the incident, causing him to go to prison for a crime he didn't commit and giving sole ownership of Fazbear Entertainment to Afton Robotics. However, the dead bodies being kept inside the other four suits began to leak blood and emit a foul odor, eventually leading the restaurant to be shut down due to sanitation violations.
• Sunday, October 25th, 1987, through Saturday, October 31st, 1987 - Now with total control, William opens a new Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. The new restaurant used new models called the Toy animatronics, due to being based on various toys manufactured by Fazbear Entertainment. The initial plan was to reuse the original suits, but due to the bodies inside, William instead re-uses their parts for the new line of animatronics. This transfers the Remnant of the original animatronics to the new animatronics. While this was occurring, he also began work on opening a new location, Circus Baby's Pizza World, with more humanoid animatronics in the form of Baby & the Bidybabs, Ballora & the Minireenas, BB, and JJ. The location also had two additional animatronics, Funtime Freddy with his hand-puppet Bon Bon, and Funtime Foxy. The animatronics at Circus Baby's were built for the purpose of gaining more Remnant and were programmed to lure, capture, and kill children. Abby, however, developed an obsession with wanting to see Circus Baby. Starting on Tuesday, she begins begging her dad every day to play with Circus Baby. William, obviously not wanting one of his own kids to die again, refuses. On Saturday, however, Abby manages to escape William's view and see Circus Baby, leading to the animatronic doing as it was programmed: killing Abby and extracting her Remnant. William, distraught by the loss of yet another child, cancels the opening of Circus Baby's due to "gas leaks" and retires the animatronics to a storage facility underneath his house. However, BB, JJ, and Funtime Foxy were moved to Freddy's instead.
• Sunday, November 1st, 1987, through Saturday, November 14th, 1987 - William, now robbed of the location he had planned to use for testing, gets a job as a night guard at Freddy's under the fake name "Dave Miller" to obverse the location. At first things seem to be going smoothly, but the animatronics quickly recognize him and attempt to kill him repeatedly throughout his work week. By Saturday, November 7th, he contacts the restaurant as "Dave Miller" and reports the behavior of the animatronics, which leads to him being moved to the day shift and a new employee named Jeremy Fitzgerald (one of Mike's childhood friends) taking his place. During Jeremy's work week, Phone Guy calls him each night to update him on current events and guide him through his shift. William, still needing Remnant, uses his position as a day guard to kill five more unnamed children. This causes the animatronics to become even more aggressive and leads to "Dave Miller" being fired by the company. However, since William still owned the building, he closes the location publicly. However, he allows one family to have a birthday party on Saturday and sets up Jeremy as the day guard. The animatronics (likely Toy Chica), believing him to be William, cause the Bite of '87 and leave Jeremy without a frontal lobe. Following this, the location shuts down for good and William sends Mike under the fake name "Fritz Smith" to dismantle the animatronics and return them to him. He uses the parts he has to repair the original animatronics and re-open the original Freddy's location to very limited success. He also injects the Remnant from the Toy animatronics into the Funtimes and repairs Funtime Foxy (who had been torn apart by toddlers while he was there and become Mangle), making them more hostile than before.
• Sunday, November 1st, 1992, through Saturday, November 14th, 1992 - While the Phone Guy had managed to work as a night guard at the FNaF 1 location for a very long time, he eventually got old enough to retire on his last work week in November. As such, he begins to record a set of training tapes for the next in line for the job after him. Things go smoothly the first three nights, but on Wednesday the animatronics finally get the better of him. They kill him and stuff him in a Freddy suit in the back room. This gives William an idea. From November 7th to November 14th, he performs experiments on Mike by poisoning his room with fear gas during the day, leading him to have horrific nightmares of the Freddy's animatronics. During the night, he sends Mike to work at Freddy's again as a night guard under the last name "Schmidt". On Saturday, however, Mike listens to the tapes Phone Guy left and checks inside the animatronics, leading him to discover what his father had done. This leads to William "firing" Mike and to the experiments worsening over the next few years. After a while, Mike's fear of the experiments leads to him becoming completely subservient to William and wanting nothing more than to please him.
• Sunday, June 25th, 1995 - FNaF World...happens. It's hard to explain exactly WHAT happens since the game is built on metaphors and double meanings, but its events are important because they set up the events of FNaF 3, Pizzeria Simulator, and Ultimate Custom Night. All that we know for certain is that Mike opens the box (as seen in the game's files), he remembers everything that happened, and he is tasked with putting the pieces in place to help his younger brother. Could it be a dream, altered by the spirit of CC, the fear gas, or something else? Could it be an in-universe game he played that was kept in the box with the other toys, explaining the repeated use of Atari imagery in cutscenes and minigames? Or could it just be something silly Scott wanted to make used to represent Mike and CC's memories of the past? I have no clue, and I don't think anyone else truly does either, so I'll just say it happened and leave it at that. Although, something important to know for later is that Old Man Consequences in FNaF World is used to represent Henry, given their similar speech patterns and his cutscene in UCN.
• Monday, June 26th, 1995, through Friday, June 30th, 1995 - William, running low on Remnant after experimenting on the Funtimes, returns to Freddy's to extract more Remnant from the original animatronics now that the location has closed. He lures them into the same back room he killed the children in and dismantles them one-by-one. While he's there, he sends Mike to the underground storage facility, now named Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rentals, to "put his sister back together". On Thursday, the animatronics kidnap Mike and place him in a springlock suit, forcing him to watch Ballora be injected with the Remnant of the original animatronics before allowing him to leave. On Friday, however, both Mike and William run out of luck. The animatronics at Circus Baby's tear themselves apart and join together to form Ennard, who tricks Mike into following them into the Scooping Room. The Scooper tears out his insides and allows Ennard to use him as a skin suit. While this is occurring, the ghosts of the children from the MCI take form before William and frighten him. In response, he remembers how wearing an animatronic mask confused them, so he wears the Spring Bonnie suit in hopes it'll make them leave. However, the general lack of maintenance and the wet surroundings lead to him experiencing a springlock failure first-hand. He dies a karmic death, but the agony of the springlock failure leads to him possessing the suit and becoming Springtrap.
• Saturday, July 1st, 1995, through Saturday, July 8th, 1995 - In the week following Mike's death, Ennard uses his body for a while to attempt to fit in with the other people in town. However, they didn't account for Mike's body decomposing due to exposure to air and sunlight. By Friday, they decide to abandon ship and vomit themselves out of Mike's corpse, leading him to collapse. However, the Scooper also injected Mike with Remnant, allowing him to reanimate himself and regain consciousness. This leads to Saturday, July 8th, where Mike laments his life and vows to find his father and get revenge for all the damage he's caused. While this is happening, Ennard is beginning to fall apart. The majority (Funtime Freddy, Funtime Foxy, and Ballora) eject Circus Baby's parts from their body, leading to Circus Baby having to put herself back together in more ways than one and becoming Scrap Baby. However, this causes their Remnant to destabilize and become molten hot, leading to their form melting into an amorphous pile of Remnant and animatronic parts called Molten Freddy.
• Sunday, June 21st, 2015, through Friday, June 26th, 2015 - 30 years after the MCI at Fredy's and 20 years after the events at Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rental, a horror attraction called Fazbear's Fright opens. Mike, seeing this as an opportunity to find his father, again applies for a job as a night guard and works there for 6 days. On Sunday, he has no luck and just sits in an empty office. He writes in the Logbook given to him by Phone Dude, the owner of the attraction, and notices two spirits communicating in the book. He remembers the events of FNaF World and uses this opportunity to pick up the pieces left for him and free the souls of the children. On Monday, however, Phone Dude has "great" news for him. He found Springtrap (AKA his father) in the backroom of Freddy's and is using him for the attraction. He also found the first set of training tapes Phone Guy recorded and plays them for the rest of Mike's work week. Over the course of the week, he communicates with the spirits in the Logbook, sets up their "Happiest Day", and defends against his father's attempts to kill him all while dealing with faulty equipment and Remnant-based hallucinations. On Friday, after he's certain the pieces are in place and has learned who the people communicating in the Logbook are (CC for certain, but the other could be either Cassidy or Charlie depending on how you look at it), he burns the attraction to the ground with both of them inside. However, William escapes, leading Mike to return once again and give chase. The Puppet, who had been at the location alongside Mike since it opened, also follows suit.
• Sunday, October 25th, 2015, through Saturday, October 31st, 2015 - Henry is released from prison on Sunday after the police in town investigate the animatronics roaming the streets and discover Circus Baby's, proving he was innocent all along. After leaving, he comes up with a plan. He reuses a bunch of older animatronics from before Fredbear's opened and repurposes one named Carnie into LEFTE, who he uses to capture the Puppet. He also builds a fake pizzeria above ground, with an elaborate labyrinth of vents with a large empty room in the middle below ground. He hires a new manager for the location, and tasks them with salvaging any animatronics found in the underground room. After the manager leaves, they will seal the room behind them. Afterwards, once all the animatronic menaces lurking around are inside, he will burn the location to the ground with no chance of escape for anyone but the manager (including himself). However, something unexpected happens. Instead of some rando getting the job, William's son Mike takes the position instead. He follows Henry's instructions perfectly until Saturday, when Henry's plan has come to fruition and the location begins to catch fire. However, Henry knew that Mike was exactly where he wanted to be, and that he wouldn't use the escape Henry left for him. He gives one final speech as they all burn together.
• Post-October 31st, 2015 - This one will also be a bit controversial. After the smoke clears, all the souls still present are freed from their animatronic prisons and allowed to move on. That is, all except for two. William was still undeterred and was attempting to possess another vessel, and Mike still wanted to make his father suffer how he had suffered. So, using the Remnant of the other spirits, he drags William into a coma. A dream he will never awaken from where he experiences what Mike went through and is taunted by the children he killed over, and over, and over. Henry (through Old Man Consequences) tries to reason with him, urging him to let William burn in Hell and allow Happiest Day to come to fruition. But Mike won't let that happen. He will hold him there. He will keep him there. No matter how many times they're burned.

And that's it. This post took me all day writing out and double-checking to make sure I didn't get anything incorrect, but I'm sure there are a few typos or inconsistencies and that there are pieces of information I've missed. After all, no one knows all the answers about FNaF except Scott himself, and even Scott makes mistakes. But I feel confident in this and hope that it leaves some sort of impact.

Sorry in advance if this is a bit nonsensical. It’s late and I’m in a bit of a panic.
I’m an English major going for a music technology minor. I declared the minor way before my major (I went from undeclared to entertainment engineering to English; the minor was declared between my undeclared and engineering phase), so I have 3 classes left for the minor and about a year’s worth left for the major. As it is now, I’m set to graduate spring 2025.
The problem is that I thought I’d failed one of my minor’s classes last semester and figured, well, I won’t have time to retake this class, so I should lessen my workload for next year by dropping the minor altogether. I swapped the two MT classes I was going to take in the fall for some gen ed classes I was initially planning to take over the summer. I just found out I actually passed this class and I don’t actually need to give up the minor.
In theory, I could still graduate spring 2025, but I’d need to overload a semester. Again, I’m an English major, and I genuinely enjoy the classes in both my major and minor, so I don’t mind this. My last semester was 18 credits (the maximum amount students can take), in fact, so I do know I can handle it. I don’t know my chances of getting approved for an overload, though—my semester grades are all over the place. I have mostly As and Bs, though.
Also, minors don’t show up on diplomas, and I don’t know the chances of me actually getting a job in the field because of my personality. The professors say there’s a need for more people in the field, but I’m not a very appealing person and it’s extremely difficult for me to talk to people and so I have no idea how I’d even break in. Mind you it’s been two years of classes and I’ve practically no contacts. I just don’t know if it’d be worth it.
On the other hand, the rumors of jobless English majors scare me, so if my lucky streak keeps going then maybe the chances of me getting a music technology job might not be totally obsolete.
Doing an extra semester is off the table. Everyone around me expects me to graduate spring 2025, and because of some other personal issues I’d rather not get into (as well as my own ego tbh), I just can’t spare the time for another semester.
There’s also the option of going back a few years later to finish my music technology studies since the department is also trying to add a major, but, again, my big fat ego might just shut me down. I’ve noticed music majors/minors are always so competitive and condescending and the age inferiority complex has always been a debilitating problem for me.

CW for everything. I have no mouth and I must scream.
Disclaimer: I've been in many different types of therapies for over a decade and it was extremely harmful for me. Please do not suggest any psychiatric interventions because I probably know more about them than any misguided platitude could provide.
I can't believe this is a controversial statement but if there's anything I learned, it's that this world is a fucking circus anyhow. Don't spawn offspring if you aren't prepared for the reality of what it means to take care of someone who will potentially be dependent on you in the most undesirable ways for the rest of your goddamn life!!! Or otherwise a useless societal degenerate. Or in my case, both, I guess.
My APs are a lot better these days now that I'm a mostly autonomous adult, especially after I moved into my own social housing apartment for DVSA victims, but I am forever resentful of how they fucked everything up for me to turn out the way I did anyway. The only thing I ever wanted was some abstract concept of them fucking off forever once I became "adult enough" to escape, but that will never happen because I am too disabled to do anything that isn't maintain bADLs that's pretty much just hygiene, cleaning my flat, and managing medical appointments.
I was extremely sickly as a child and spent a lot of time in and out of ICUs, wishing that I actually died instead, because my APs simply couldn't be fucked to get me adequate medical attention or actually care for me the ways I needed until I had one foot in the metaphorical casket.
The worst honestly wasn't even having permanently damaging double pneumonia from H1N1 or whatever the fuck else, but the entitled callousness of how they were too fucking in over their heads with their own subclinical autistic incompetence that looking after a dependent was totally beyond their scope. It should've been telling in the first place that I did not live with them until I was 5 years old--not to mention that they never had experience living together, even after marriage, or living separately from their own bastard APs wiping their asses until they emigrated.
My earliest memories of living with them consisted of being severely ill all the fucking time from living in moldy ass shacks with no winter heating, sleeping on a blanket on tile floor in my parka, and hiding constantly--especially when sick and fazing in and out of consciousness from violent bouts of vomiting/diarrhea--because I'd be subject to AF's neurotic tantrums for not being academically/behaviorally "perfect", or sexual bouts of "stress relief" otherwise.
I can sympathize with their hardships to some extent, especially since I'm too dysfunctional myself to have ever achieved even half of what they did, which, by all accounts, were relatively impressive. But no matter how they try to make it up to me now, it's entirely their fucking fault that I was born wrong into an antagonistic existence that I hate, riddled with all these bullshit conditions (TLDR dysautonomia, autism, CPTSD so bad that I started receiving disability welfare for it at 18) that I will suffer the progressively worsening effects from until I'm graced by the mercy of death. Hopefully soon, because I've already lost it and then some, and don't have the fortitude to take another 25 to 50 years of this shit.
It's maddening because I'm not even in a position to really be allowed the sort of childish anger I harbor towards them, considering that it's well within my mom's rights to cut me off completely. Instead, she regularly takes me out for groceries and, fuck, just being reminded that I'm dependent on them in any way fills me with unbridled rage. I hate them, I hate this nightmare they forced me into for their own hubris, and I hate that I'm the Bad Guy because I don't just grin and bear it like a sympathetic little victim.
Most of all, I wish that literally anyone else could be me, rather than the other way around, because there is no timeline in this reality that I would find bearable to exist as I am, but I'm sure plenty of Asian kids wished their APs would redeem themselves eventually. Therapy and "autism caregiver support services" kind of worked in my APs' favor, if that helps anyone, but CPS coercion takes majority of the credit for that.
And no, they never apologized or will never own up to anything for shit, not that I would forgive them. At best, it's just "cut fruit reconciliation" that completely absolves them of any accountability because no one could ever hate me more than my APs do, which is why only my mom cares enough to still provide for my "karmic burden" ass even now 🫠