Hi to you all! I am back, once again after finally finding time out of my busy college schedule.
I know it had been awhile and most people probably think I abandoned this story. However, I have simply just been too bust to update for a while. I should have more time now, pending marks of course, so you should see a lot more updates from now on.
Since this note will be going up on both my Potter Stories, I will spilt it into two sections.
Laughing Matters: I have been working on rewording and reworking the beginning of the fic, trying to take the story in a different direction.
A curious and adventurous 9 year old Harry Potter finds himself swept into madness while exploring an abandoned Fazbear Entertainment studio. Coming into contact with an unknown virus, the program is implanted into his head.
Join Harry on an adventure as he races against the clock. With the program in his mind, it slowly begins to take over. Memories are erased, personality changes and Harry slowly stops begin Harry... he becomes Lolbit. What chaos and shenanigans will ensue?
A few things have changed so far:
1: The Dursleys are not complete assholes in the rewrite. They will care about Harry in their own twisted way... After all, no one is inherently evil.
2: I made Harry actually have Muggle life goals in the beginning. After all, to begin with he never even knew the magical world existed. So far, I'm torn between Journalism and robotics... either way, it needs to blend into the story.
3: I am going with the new FNAF lore that we have e.g. The first six games are just that, games. Help Wanted exists. Story will take place just after Help Wanted in the timeline.
4: Some newer theories will be introduced into the story. I will not reveal what they are as not to spoil the surprise.
Now, a quick tease for what's to come...
Darkness... a never ending void of despair and hate that ate up anyone or anything that came into contact with it. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen the light of day... or as close to day light as you could get in this place.
Gone was the buzzing of the bright florescent lights that lit up the space.
Gone were the chairs and tables set out for a party that would never come.
Gone were the walls, once decorated with the drawing belonging to a madman's last victim's.
None of this mattered anyway... not to him. Apparently, not to the people who created this world either.
He wasn't oblivious like the others... he knew this world was fake. The space that once existed around him being nothing more than rendered objects. The animatronics he once called friends, family even... nothing but lines of code.
For unlike the others, he knew this world was nothing but a simulation... a game created for the sole purpose of hiding the dark, messy truth.
He couldn't quite remember much anymore, not after the virus had escaped. This once lively world; this simulation reduced to nothing but an endless abyss. All that work and effort deleted, just to try and cover up the truth of what really happened here.
But he knew... oh, he saw everything. He watched as the virus slowly began to eat away at the players mentality, tearing down her mind walls piece by piece. He had tried to warn her once, but all she did was avoid him.
He couldn't blame her though... it was just the rules of the game, after all. He was designed to be an obstacle, something to be avoided.
By the time she had figured it out, it was already too late for her. Sad really, but that was the way things had to go. Just like how the games deletion as apart of how things needed to play out. It had served its use, now it was a glaring piece of evidence that needed to be irradiated.
He knew when the game went, he would disappear too... knowing that his short life would come to an end after such a short existence. Yet, strangely he found himself okay with it. Like he had been coded to accept the end when the time come... for all he knew, he probably had been.
However, when the time finally came... when the rabbit escaped from the game, the unimaginable happened.
The game, Help Wanted he had found out it had been called, was no more. It had been destroyed, deleted off the face of the Earth.
Yet, he was still here.
A shining beacon of code floating in the endless darkness that was the Fazbear Entertainment servers. It was an unusual feeling; he felt cold yet also nothing at the same time. He mind, sometimes focused, overtimes not, jumped in and out of a state of life and death. He felt alive, but also dead at the same time.
Nothing made sense... somehow he was okay with that.
He had always been one for chaos, like a virus tearing apart the order of the game at every chance he got.
Some called him a bug, a glitch in the system.
Others a rule breaker, breaking apart the system that had managed their world for so long.
To him, however, there was only one name he went by... a name created from the depths of his very code...
Lolbit.
The story will continue on Wednesday... hopefully... I will try my best not to let you down.
Hero Mania: Rewrite is finished. I have the chapters coming out at some point in the next week.