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It is. It seriously is. The entire election, barely even past to nominees for each party and it feels like a complete and utter joke.

I am someone who doesn't care about right wing, left wing, liberal, conservative, democrat, republican, etc. I really don't care. I just want two things: Someone who isn't a nut crazy person(Like Donald Trump) that I seriously believe is suffering dementia from his recent rantings and someone who is willing to work for the people.

I don't want a warrior, I want a leader. I don't want someone who is going to go "all in or go home" or stall the country with political games in hope the next election, they can get what they want based on who they can get what on seats. Yeah, I know how it works. Republicans do it(more openly) and Democrats do it too though a bit easier and not as open I noticed but they do it too.

At the end of the day, it doesn't matter who becomes the next President. You put enough opposite party members in, you can stall progress on the country until you get what you want. 

Seriously, what HAPPENED?

What is wrong with compromise? What ever happened to listening to both sides and trying to come up with a solution as best as you can? You won't be able to make everyone happy, no, but that is the whole damn point! You get one thing but have to sacrifice something to get it - you can't get everything that you want. At the end of the day, it shouldn't be about making one side happy but to make sure you can get everyone to agree on something so the country can keep on moving! 

I have my own views and things I'd love to see but I know, deep down, that there might have to be some sort of compromise. This in-fighting with this dumb party war is what is making things difficult. 

This election, I don't want warriors. I want people willing to work for our country, our people and NOT their political party. Enough with the macho "My way or the high way." Be ready to compromise and work with everybody.

Am I the only one that feels this way? Is there anyone that feels similar? Do you feel that way? If not, why? 
I don't care what anyone else says.

The last 20 minutes of Jurassic World made up for Jurassic Park III! YES. ALL THE YES.
  • Mood: Triumph
  • Listening to: Random Songs
  • Playing: Final Fantasy XIV
  • Drinking: Pepsi
Yep. Still living! I have not gone anywhere and I'll continue to post things up here. I'll post my work, little silly updates of what I've been doing, that sort of thing. Writing is my joy and I do want to continue doing it. 

However, I will be limiting any information on here. I have a stalker.  They stalk this page, apparently, as they worked so hard to continuously sending harassing messages through a game I was playing and making it clear as to who they are. If you are not that stalker, then, great! You are just about to get some popcorn material and a fun read. I don't mind giving entertainment, but "it needs to be said."  So if you aren't in that category, skip over and move on! Your free to read it anyway for some entertainment though. 
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Congratulations.

Your ability to go through busy servers JUST to try to find me and speak about woes that were all the way back in 2007 is quite astounding(Even though its 2015). Sad, really. Knowing you, though, I had a feeling this would happen sooner or later. That is just like you. You don't let go. Your incapable of it. You love control. You always had to be in control. That was always your thing, you know? But you just had to come back, trying to get a last word or your version of events. Maybe you feel you have to have a last word. Maybe things aren't going so well and you thought you could come back to your old toy to try to pull your same tricks. Maybe because you believed that I wrote all about it on my "Tumblr" or Deviantart that you had to go do it. Which, spoilers, I didn't. Until now. So here I am. 

But, too bad for you. I'm not your toy. I'm not the same scared girl trying to hide from you anymore. I've grown, and boy do I have a lot to say.

You see, unlike you, I've moved on. Life is pretty good. It isn't perfect but my life is going great. Ever since I left you, things have never been better. I've made some really good friends that have lasted since 2007. I've raised my boy as if he were my own son. I'm proud of him. I mean, I DID choose raising him over being with you. Isn't that the choice you put on the table? Maybe not direct but it was there. Best choice I ever made.

And you know what makes my life so grand? You not being in it. You are nothing to me. Your insignificant, nothing, barely a a dot on the grand scheme of things in terms of my life. The amount of fucks I give about you are zero. You not being part of my life or in it suits me just fine and I want it to stay that way.

Nothing needs to be said anymore, either. I'm done with you and your stupid games. I'm done with you attempting to take everything I love and enjoy and trying to destroy it with your messages. I'm done with you trying to hack into my accounts and trying to mess things up in the online video games I play because you want to hurt me. I'm done with your random phone calls you like to leave on my phone that I have to keep changing my number. I'm done with all of it. We're adults now, so this is the ultimatum. It will be here for you to always remember since you love to come stalking me.

If you will not stay out of my life, I will make you get out of it. I will block you from every single thing. I will get a restraining order and purge you from it like I should've done years ago. I will fight and continue to keep you out of it. I will not run. I will not hide. Not anymore. You won't try to play these games with me because I'm not going to play them. I'm not the same person you think I am. If you think I'm bluffing or think I won't, keep playing. You will find out very quickly just how serious I am. I'm not afraid of you anymore. You can't control me like you used to. 

My life isn't your business anymore. So kindly stay out of it... and because I've always wanted to say this one, tiny little detail to you?

Go fuck yourself.

By the way, I don't have a tumblr, dumb ass. But its nice to know the levels of stalking your willing to go. Thank you for admitting just how much help you need in the messages you left to me in game. Let us hope your smart and will move on with your life. You won't, though.  You don't like to move on from things. You also like to interpret your version of reality and lie to yourself so much, you believe it to be the truth. You will never be able to move on.

But I will and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. 
I was just happy reading my graphic novel, Superman: Emperor Joker, and having the news on before I drifted off to sleep with said comic book.

All of a sudden, Frieza was around. Not just Frieza from Dragonball Z -- EMPEROR Frieza as he was called now. The all and mighty Emperor decided to not use his powers to, you know, blow up the freakin' world and decided nuclear bombs was better -- and he nuked Washington DC and, for kicks, my hometown. So 90% of the Politicians were gone. Poof.

MSNBC, SOMEHOW IN THIS WORLD, had all their reporters dead too and I somehow got a job with them. Because reporting politics wasn't worth it along with my Australian best friend because apparently so many Americans weren't capable or something. How I wasn't dead? I was stuck with my Aunt's, hiding with my family while doing this job.

But THEN, THEN, for some reason or another, *I*, the MSNBC Reporter, has to stop Emperor Frieza. Why? I have NO idea. Facing off with a notepad and ready to go to stop Emperor Frieza from destroying the country and all time and space for some reason....

.................. annnd I woke up.

WTF mind!?

Fuck if I read comic books and the news before I go to sleep! What the hell!? 
If you were going to throw your child a great birthday party, you'd host it at Fredbear's Family Diner.

Every child was always excited to hear the joyful and welcoming voice of Freddy Fazbear himself; the beloved golden brown bear with a dapper top hat and a dashing bow tie.  Every birthday party at the diner would have Freddy bring out the diner's signature cupcake just for the birthday boy or girl.

It wasn't just an ordinary cupcake. It was their  own special large cupcake! Not many would understand how Freddy Fazbear even knew what cake they liked or their favorite kind of icing. Freddy would always know. That was when Freddy's best friend, Bonnie, came out with the presents and end it with a performance done by Freddy and Bonnie and end it with a joyful cheer.

"Happy Birthday!"

The duo would, then, give out cute animal masks to wear and then the children would play different party games with the mascots.

Joey White wanted his 7th birthday party at Fredbear's Family Diner so badly.

His other friends got their special cupcake and he couldn't wait to get his own. He wanted to be told how he was a good birthday boy by Freddy Fazbear, play party games with his friends and get the Golden Freddy mask. It was going to be the best seven year old birthday party ever.

But...

There was no cupcake.

There was no party.


Joey rode his bike over to the family diner. His face was filled with anticipation for the greatest birthday party ever. He could see his friends inside with Freddy Fazbear through the door window. He parked his bike along the sidewalk and rushed up the stairs to try to open the door.

The door wouldn't budge. It was locked.

He saw his own party thriving without him and he couldn't open the door. All he could remember was looking back to see the friendly face of Bonnie walking his way up to the door of the diner. At first, Joey felt relieved. Bonnie was Freddy's best friend and he'd help him inside. He could trust Bonnie.

All he could feel was two large hands wrapping around his neck.

Joey couldn't breathe. He tried to struggle, scream and then he tried to bang on the glass window  to the diner.  Joey tried to get Freddy's attention but the children were so loud, no one could hear him. No one could see him. The world grew cold around him and, soon, he slipped away.

All he wanted was a birthday party that never came.  His life was taken by someone Joey thought he could trust.  All he could do was cry and feel angry at that monster. His spirit cried as  he watched bystanders find his dead body just outside the door of the Diner.

Joey watched as his murderer blamed others and the case turn cold. He watched Fredbear's Family Diner shut down and move from a diner into a pizzeria. The animatronics were similar to the masks he loved to wear with his friends but he would watch and cry as the murderer became a security guard and struck again, and again.

All he could do was watch, and cry. In life, and thereafter.

It had been over thirty years since then. It was dark, cold and potentially damp. He could not remember where he was or even who he was anymore. Was there a pizzeria anymore? He could only hear silence. Once in a while, he could hear the looming storm overhead and the sound of soft rain gently pounding on the side of the wall.

All he could see from the corner of the room was a little table and darkness.

The lost soul bowed his head as the tears continued to stream down his face.

That is, until he heard footsteps come from down the hall. There were several of them. He didn't bother to raise his head. There was no reason to. That is, until he thought he saw a tiny ray of light at the corner of his eye. For the first time in thirty years, he turned his gaze upward to look.

He saw 'them.'

They were just like him but they weren't in the animatronics anymore. They wore their faces but they looked different now. They looked just like children. They wore masks over their faces that looked like their animatronic counterparts except for the fifth one. He wore a white mask but not much else was known about him.

On the table next to them was a single large cupcake with a dimly lit candle.

Four of the children parted the masks with bright smiles and threw their arms up into the air.

"Surprise! Happy Birthday!"

The fifth one clapped his hands to their exclamation. The girl with the Chica mask rushed over and reached out to take Joey's hands and help him stand up. Joey was stunned. He rubbed his eyes. He looked to each face in astonishment. Soon, the boy in the Freddy mask came forward and offered something in his hand.

"A present for the birthday boy!" He'd beam.

Joey looked down. It was a Freddy Fazbear mask but it was a golden brown color.

For the first time in many years, he stopped crying.

It was the greatest birthday party he ever had. He wore the golden freddy mask and they played his favorite party games. They danced to party music only they could hear and, soon, they gathered by the cupcake and sang 'Happy Birthday.'  Joey nearly jumped up and down to the little cupcake with such joy he hadn't felt in a long time.

"Make a wish!" The boy in the Foxy mask urged.

"Hurry! Hurry!" Giggled the boy in the Bonnie mask.

Joey smiled, closing his eyes with a silent wish made deep to his very soul. Then, and only then, did he blow out the candle and the only source of light in the room.

Once the sound of applause died down, a bright light beamed through the cracks of the wall and he heard voices calling up to the sky. Each masked child looked to one another and started running to the light. All except the little girl stopped and looked back to Joey. She reached up to pull away the mask to show her hazel eyes and freckled face. She gestured to Joey frantically.

"Are you coming with us?" asked 'Chica.'

Joey didn't have to think twice. He'd smile before he would follow after them.

Morning came to the abandoned Freddy Fazbear's Pizza but not a single soul was left to linger in its halls. All was quiet and all was well. All that was left was a single cupcake with a blown out candle left in its wake.

All was silent...

... except for the faint gurgling sounds that echoed faintly through the halls.
FNAF3 - The Last Birthday Party
So this was what played out for me between Five Nights at Freddy's 2 and 3. I felt it had to be written. This plagued me and I want, deep down, to see that these children had a happy ending in some way... especially the child in the corner.

It might not be 100% accurate but this is what I came to envision in those events. 

The game , five nights at freddy's, and all characters is in property of Scott Cawthorn. I just gave one of them a name for story's sake. 





#fnaf3 #fivenightsatfreddys3 
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  • Mood: Triumph
  • Listening to: Random Songs
  • Playing: Final Fantasy XIV
  • Drinking: Pepsi
Yep. Still living! I have not gone anywhere and I'll continue to post things up here. I'll post my work, little silly updates of what I've been doing, that sort of thing. Writing is my joy and I do want to continue doing it. 

However, I will be limiting any information on here. I have a stalker.  They stalk this page, apparently, as they worked so hard to continuously sending harassing messages through a game I was playing and making it clear as to who they are. If you are not that stalker, then, great! You are just about to get some popcorn material and a fun read. I don't mind giving entertainment, but "it needs to be said."  So if you aren't in that category, skip over and move on! Your free to read it anyway for some entertainment though. 
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But to said stalker...

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Congratulations.

Your ability to go through busy servers JUST to try to find me and speak about woes that were all the way back in 2007 is quite astounding(Even though its 2015). Sad, really. Knowing you, though, I had a feeling this would happen sooner or later. That is just like you. You don't let go. Your incapable of it. You love control. You always had to be in control. That was always your thing, you know? But you just had to come back, trying to get a last word or your version of events. Maybe you feel you have to have a last word. Maybe things aren't going so well and you thought you could come back to your old toy to try to pull your same tricks. Maybe because you believed that I wrote all about it on my "Tumblr" or Deviantart that you had to go do it. Which, spoilers, I didn't. Until now. So here I am. 

But, too bad for you. I'm not your toy. I'm not the same scared girl trying to hide from you anymore. I've grown, and boy do I have a lot to say.

You see, unlike you, I've moved on. Life is pretty good. It isn't perfect but my life is going great. Ever since I left you, things have never been better. I've made some really good friends that have lasted since 2007. I've raised my boy as if he were my own son. I'm proud of him. I mean, I DID choose raising him over being with you. Isn't that the choice you put on the table? Maybe not direct but it was there. Best choice I ever made.

And you know what makes my life so grand? You not being in it. You are nothing to me. Your insignificant, nothing, barely a a dot on the grand scheme of things in terms of my life. The amount of fucks I give about you are zero. You not being part of my life or in it suits me just fine and I want it to stay that way.

Nothing needs to be said anymore, either. I'm done with you and your stupid games. I'm done with you attempting to take everything I love and enjoy and trying to destroy it with your messages. I'm done with you trying to hack into my accounts and trying to mess things up in the online video games I play because you want to hurt me. I'm done with your random phone calls you like to leave on my phone that I have to keep changing my number. I'm done with all of it. We're adults now, so this is the ultimatum. It will be here for you to always remember since you love to come stalking me.

If you will not stay out of my life, I will make you get out of it. I will block you from every single thing. I will get a restraining order and purge you from it like I should've done years ago. I will fight and continue to keep you out of it. I will not run. I will not hide. Not anymore. You won't try to play these games with me because I'm not going to play them. I'm not the same person you think I am. If you think I'm bluffing or think I won't, keep playing. You will find out very quickly just how serious I am. I'm not afraid of you anymore. You can't control me like you used to. 

My life isn't your business anymore. So kindly stay out of it... and because I've always wanted to say this one, tiny little detail to you?

Go fuck yourself.

By the way, I don't have a tumblr, dumb ass. But its nice to know the levels of stalking your willing to go. Thank you for admitting just how much help you need in the messages you left to me in game. Let us hope your smart and will move on with your life. You won't, though.  You don't like to move on from things. You also like to interpret your version of reality and lie to yourself so much, you believe it to be the truth. You will never be able to move on.

But I will and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. 

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Oh, look....I found a you.
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Thanks for watch! ^__^
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Happy Birthday! :)
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Thank you for the faving Maxim! :)
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Welcome! I love Maxim and the Lufia series! Well, 1 and 2 really but Maxim has always been my hero!
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Thanks for watching me.
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No problem. Loved the dovahkiin comics!
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Hi Amy! How are you? I'm fine. :D It's our semestral break! Guess what, I took an exam in a really fancy college, but I'll still get my results on the first week of January, so how are you?
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Batting down the hatches for Frankenstorm. Hopefully things will be okay!
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