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mgh. considering retiring from rp all in all

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* if i smile with my teeth, bet you believe me!

( art credit + template credit . )

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How sweet. How suffocatingly sentimental.

Blackrabbit lowers her head as she listens to him.

"This is your fault," Bun begins after a beat, because it was true, no two ways about it. Bun may have been foolish and cruel with the prank, but nothing could have warranted the death bun had at his hands. "but..."

"I believe a thanks is in order." She lifts her head up and smiles, taking his trembling hand into her own.

"For all my life, all I had ever wanted was to be like you. Intelligent. Successful. Kind." There's a genuine admiration behind her words, but her expression quickly sours.

"But now I realize, I could never be you," Bun continues. Bun's gaze becomes distant, and bun tilts bun's head to look out the window. "I could never be as smart, as successful, or ever half as kind."

"I only got your worst traits. I was too much of a coward to ever see my research to it's fruition, too scared to leap into the abyss." She says bitterly, but then her expression lights up with a horrible glee.

"But you've fulfilled it for me." She sounds almost giddy when she meets his eyes again. "You've tested the hypothesis, and now- I'm here. A ghost. More than mortal." A flash of the girl she once was, but twice as bright.

"And being dead... Well," Bun gives a little laugh, like bun remembered something funny. "It really isn't as bad as people have made it out to be."

"So thank you for killing your daughter, Fritz Glade." Her voice is almost gentle. Without him, she never would have discovered the wonders of being dead.

It seems only right to return the favor.

Her grip on his hand tightens and she lunges at him. Her free hand goes for his throat, trying to pin him to the desk.

[Although Fritz hadn't anticipated any positive reception from bun, he...hadn't accounted for this. Her tone was so callous that it stunned him. Still, as much as it stung to think about, bun had every right to be angry with him. He would be considerably worried if he entered this conversation with an apology alone, and every wound from her death healed over in an instant.]

[Right...okay. Taking a breath, he mulled over her question; what was he doing here? He figured that it would have been obvious, especially with what he'd recently programmed Popgoes and the gang to do...if anybody would understand, it would be bun. Before she'd died, she'd devoted herself to studies of the paranormal. Fritz might have perused some of her research and taken what he knew from Freddy's to figure out a way for them to communicate...]

[...And it had worked. That alone left him with a bundle of questions, but he had to focus here. This was about Bonnie -- a reunion he'd devised. A chance to make amends, somehow, even if that would require his death. Anything to apologize to her, to speak with her again, and for her spirit to be at peace.]

❝ ...I wanted to see you again. ❞ [Fritz spoke shakily; he wasn't blind to the danger of this situation, after all, and Bonnie already seemed aggravated.] ❝ I missed you, kid. I-I tried about everything I could think of -- in the end, your research is what helped me find you again. ❞

[Really, if Bonnie hadn't been as fascinated by the supernatural as she was -- and if Fritz hadn't already been digging into Freddy's past because of his brother -- then this might have been a lost cause, and Fritz might never have been able to contact his daughter again. He was relieved to find that the opposite was true, even if there was clearly venom behind the Blackrabbit's words and actions thus far.]

[Once more, bun spoke up; bun's accusatory, unforgiving tone didn't do much to reassure him, but he had to hold onto some sort of hope here. Bun was standing right in front of him. He was communicating with bun, successfully. Perhaps these weren't ideal circumstances, but he'd been working towards this for so long. Unlike everything else in his life, he couldn't give up here. He desperately wanted to fix things, but even he realized that might be a lost cause -- so the best he could do was be present for her and reassure her.]

❝ I know I can't...fix things. Not this time, not the way I'd like to. But -- you're here, and it's...it's my fault. It's all my fault. So if I can help -- if there's anything I can do -- I need you to tell me. Okay, kid? ❞

[Bun stepped closer, and fighting against every instinct in his body telling him to RUN, he held out a trembling hand -- a sign that he wanted to help. No matter how scared he was, he was here for his daughter.]

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<! popgoes memories is not canon to this blog and I'm only mentioning this now bc I was reminded of how baffled I am by the choice to call blackrabbit the 'primary antagonist' of pogoes. like, sure, I guess in the sense that she's the only one who can actually kill you, she's the main threat, but the actual antagonist with a story presence is simon. and don't tell me that exposition about her counts as story presence; she never says anything, not even in a flashback. >

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(bonnie vc) Atoms never touch, and we are made up of atoms, meaning that we have never touched anything, so no, dad, I did not dropkick Strings.

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<! I drew a bl.ackrabbit for a collab but I can probably share her w y'all just a little before the final posts are up :3 >

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since it's now canon that popgoes and the gang are a little bonnie's creations, I'm going to go ahead and say that the reason popgoes is named like that (in universe) is because bonnie greatly misunderstood the nursery rhyme "pop goes the weasel"

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you say your life is unraveling. your life cannot unravel. your life is your life. you haven't lost it. it's just different now.

SCREENVIOLENSE: a study in women, horror, ghosts, haunted houses and on occasion, how those topics can be forced into games and shows meant for children. written by shamu since about 2015, revamped most recently in 2022

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The apology seems to snap the Blackrabbit out of her state of shock.

She looks at Fritz with an inscrutable expression, trying to come up with the words.

'I know,' Bun wants to say. Bun knows, and bun's sorry too, and-

"What are you doing here," She says instead, with a tone so harsh it surprises even her.

A million questions rushed back to her at once. Why was he here at all? Didn't he, of all people, have anything better to do? He already had a night guard in that awful bundle of wires, so what did he have to gain from this?

Unless... Well, she'd made no secret of her love of ghost hunting. This could be some attempt of his to try and connect with her again; Using her old hobby to try and bring her back.

A father trying to reconnect with his daughter.

The sentiment would be sweet... had it not been for the fact that it was his fault bun was here in the first place.

-It was no surprise to bun that he would know how to fend off the animatronics, but that only made the ease with which bun's vessel was built all the more baffling. He's seen what form bun has taken. Wasn't that enough to drive him away? Bun thought it was clear enough that bun was a threat. He was a coward, not a fool.

(Prey animals have been known to develop eye spots or false appendages that mimic other animals to intimidate predators.)

"You are wasting your time," There is nothing for him here. His daughter was buried in the garden. What stood before him now was something else. It had to be, because his daughter would never want to hurt him. His daughter would want nothing more than to go home. "if you think that you can fix what you've done."

This wasn't his fault. Somewhere deep down, she knows it isn't his fault. He might have killed her but she's dug her own grave.

Bun comes a little closer, a child looking for comfort from a nightmare, an animal closing in for the kill.

["SAVE BONNIE."]

[That vague input had governed over Popgoes' programming for several nights now. Fritz had been monitoring Strings' night shifts closely since then, and from what he could tell...it seemed that Popgoes recognized his request, and had been fulfilling it to the best of his ability.]

[Strings had, thus far, managed to stop Popgoes in his tracks before he could fulfill his purpose. However...Fritz was curious about what might happen if he succeeded.]

[Call it desperation, connecting nonexistent dots, but...Bonnie was still here. She had to be. Popgoes had taken his incoherent input, and manifested a proper output. Every night, he printed -- gathered -- components for an animatronic. It had startled Fritz at first, until he realized which animatronic the parts would have belonged to; albeit unpainted, they distinctly resembled a Toy animatronic. Namely...Toy Bonnie.]

[Fritz could have stopped there...but now he knew that Popgoes was responding to him, and that he might have been following through on Fritz's request to "save" her. He wondered what that would entail -- how it would be even remotely possible to save a spirit that had apparently been trapped here. Would giving her that vessel "save" her? Back in the days of Freddy's, it had been theorized that the spirits trapped within the animatronics had to seek vengeance in order to free themselves. Would the same be true for Bonnie? Would she need to avenge her death?]

[Admittedly, the reason he'd avoided figuring out the answer for himself ( until now ) was one that had haunted him throughout his life: his cowardice. He drowned in his sorrow and grief every day and night, but even still, he dreaded what might come if he faced her. Would she hate him? He couldn't blame her if she did, but...]

[...It would break his heart, and that had already been damaged beyond repair. He'd already lost her by his own hand, but knowing that his actions -- actions he couldn't have controlled, despite his best efforts -- had earned her unparalleled hatred would destroy him.]

[Yet -- he would rather die by his late daughter's hand than continue to face what he'd done, without repercussion. His own guilt was driving him to the brink of madness, and frankly, he doubted that that would be any worse than this confrontation. God, he hoped not.]

[Fritz had braced himself for tonight. He managed Blake and the squirrels, but made absolutely no effort to stop Popgoes. In the meantime, he kept a sharp eye on the animatronic behind him, watching for movement. He was careful to keep himself calm throughout the entire ordeal, reminding himself that this wasn't Toy Bonnie -- no matter the resemblance, he wouldn't be in that same danger. This wouldn't be the same. Hell, if he faced any harm, it would likely be his daughter posing it.]

[Finally, Popgoes returned with the final part; Fritz turned in his seat and watched the figure carefully, his breath becoming unsteady. All at once, the Blackrabbit rose with a fierce determination. Fritz gripped at the arms of his seat, nails digging into the cushions in a desperate attempt to ground himself -- of course, having gone into this with the assumption that he would likely die, his own assurances were met with doubt and even more panic. He was sure that this was it...]

[But then, the rabbit froze; in fact, bun started to tremble. Did she recognize him...? More worryingly...was she scared of him?]

[Fritz struggled for air for another moment, but once he could breathe again -- once the panic had ( mostly ) dissipated -- he made an effort to speak. He had to say something. This was his daughter, and bun was the whole reason he'd gone through all of this effort. This was everything he'd been working towards. So what did he have to say for himself?]

❝ Bonnie...I-I...I'm so sorry. ❞ [There was so much more that he wanted to say, but now that he was here, an apology was all he could muster.]

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i love when tragedies are like “the love was there. it didnt change anything. it didnt save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. but it still matters that the love was there”

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           now with a 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 • вяσкєи and тσяи αραят         ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ in me resembles a ♥ human heart ♥

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It's Easter! You'd think that Bonnie would like this holiday, but honestly she isn't much of a fan... Mostly because the rabbit puns won't stop.

She's just glad her dad can't make her wear that insufferably pastel sundress anymore. She could pick out her own outfits, and there wouldn't be a single thread of pink, 'heatstroke' and 'seasonality' be damned!

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<! also I know that in canon bonnie "doesn't like dresses" but To Me its more complicated than that.

she hates the stuffy/formal dresses and the overly cutesy/childish dresses BUT. The allure of spinny skirt is undeniable. even for her. she glances around to make sure she's alone then twirls just to watch her skirt go brr. pure joy . >

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muse v mun <3 || picrew used (alt)

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Circuit Board Sculptures by Peter McFarlane

[Edit: this post is 10 years old and just recently gained a lot of attention. I had no idea the links were broken. You can find an article about the artist here.]

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@nanofaz liked for a dramatic starter

This was a bad idea.

This was a very, very bad idea. The words echo in her head as she slinks as carefully as she can through the dim restaurant. There's a flashlight in her hand, but she's left it off for fear of being seen. At first, she was just worried she'd get caught by a guard, but now...

(Maybe the first red flag was the fact that this place had almost closed down due to gas leaks.)

There was something deeply wrong with this establishment at night. The shadows seem to move in the corners of her eye. Every room seemed both impossibly large and oppressively tight. And the sounds-

(The second was that she'd heard that people went missing here with concerning frequency. As if a single missing persons case wasn't enough cause for concern.)

At first she thought it was just her fear-saddled brain playing tricks on her, but no. There was something in the walls, there had to be, and whatever it was was far too loud and far too heavy to be vermin.

(The third was that it was a Fazbear's location. Of course something terrifying was going to happen.)

At a particularly loud 'thump,' she whirls around to stare wide-eyed at the wall furthest from her. Her grip tightens on her flashlight. ...Fuck it. She hadn't exactly been sneaky. If she was caught, then so be it. She wasn't going to die a coward.

"If anyone or anything is going to kill me right now," She swallows a lump in her throat. "I'd at least like to know what they are first."

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@curseofbreadbear liked for an angsty starter

Finally.

That stupid robot had been nothing but a hindrance for her entire time here. It was always keen on what she was trying to do; It never let her have so much as a limb or two to claim for herself. But tonight it had been careless. She rebuilt herself with a shocking amount of ease.

What, did it think itself too good to worry about her now? Did it have something it deemed more important to do?

Never mind that. She could care less about the reasoning it would come up with. Right now she wants nothing more than to tear it limb from limb from limb, the indignation within her at a boiling point. What right did it have?! To impede her like this, to treat her like a pest, to repl-

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That was not Strings.

That was not Strings who was seated at that desk.

The rage within her is drenched in an instant by a cold she hasn't known since she first realized she was not dreaming.

That was not Strings.

It was dark but even in the dreary shadows she knew who this was. She knows who this is. She knows who he is.

She was trembling. Why, she could not tell.

Bonnibel stands before her father, donning the visage of what nearly killed him, the visage that got her killed. And all at once she is a lost child, who has finally found her father, she is a murder victim, who fears her murderer has finally found her again, and she is a vengeful spirit, who has come for her revenge.

There is so much to say. She has nothing to say.

Does he?