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★ ˗ˏˋ @madomadotsuki​ || ❤. ˎˊ˗ ★

「 ★ 」   ⋮   Ｖ Ｉ Ｃ Ｔ Ｉ Ｍ ．   ⋮  ━━     There   is   something   different.

                HE   KNOWS   there   is   something   different.

                It's   been  a   while  since   Big   Sister   died.   It's   been   even  LONGER   since   Mommy   died.   For   all   that   time   that   the   only   people   that   ever   cared   had   been   stolen   away   by   the   monsters   or   their   maker.   There   had   been   only   one   girl   left  ...

                ...   but   just   like   everyone   else,   SHE   SOON   DISAPPEARED.

                He   and   that   girl   had   been   the   closest   of   friends   and   even  CLOSER   after   so   much   bloodshed   that   went   unresolved.   Perhaps   she   was   the   only   shred   of   HOPE   he   even   had   left.      Yet,   it   was   as   if   a   curse  was   set   upon   him   as   she   too   was   whisked   away.   She  simply   vanished;   everyone   said   ...   and   he   wanted   to   believe   that   she   just   moved   away.   But   he   knew   her   well   and   he   knew   that   she   would  NOT   have   left   without   a   word.   Did   any   of   that   matter   anymore   ?   He   was   alone.   Alone   with   nothing   else   but   his   nightmares.

                And   today,   Daddy   had   thrown   him   down   into   the   depths   of   that   SCARY   PLACE   again.   It   was   '   playtime   '   for   the   MONSTERS   after   all.   He   knows   those   monsters   routines   by   now   ...   and   it   was   just   WEIRD  that   Funtime   Freddy   seemed   less   ...   he   doesn't   know.   Less   HOSTILE   ?   Certainly   not   as   noisy   and   agitated   as   he   always   was.

                He   was   NOT   taking   chances   though.

                Having   wound   up   having   to   hide   in   the   breaker   room   from   the   minireenas;   he   looks  at   the   animatronic.   Eyes   were   still  red   and   his   face   was   still  moist   from   tears   ...   but   maybe   if   he   was   QUIET   ...   Funtime   Freddy   wouldn't   wake   up.   Nothing.

                Slowly,   he   tries   to   i   n   c   h   his   way   out.

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⦅  @madomadotsuki​┆ ★ . ⦆  

              ✮  ' ------ I-I SWEAR, it's nothing ------ '

.・。.・ ✮  Azure hues avert themselves from the other little girl; hand covering a rather LARGE bruise on his arm. Last night had been ------ rough, to say the least. Daddy wasn't really having his cries &  protests; for he cared more about his KILLER ROBOTS than his own family. 

             ✮  ' ------ Just ------ it was just the BULLIES again.                 B-But Daddy got them & m-made them promise to                 not do it again ! ‘

                 What an absolute lie.

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★ ˗ˏˋ @fazbunentertainment || ❤ . ˎˊ˗ ★

「 ★ 」   ⋮   Ｖ Ｉ Ｃ Ｔ Ｉ Ｍ ．   ⋮  ━━   Breath   HELD.   Back   against   the   door.   Surely,   that   strategy   for   survival   was   not   the   best   ...   not   when   the   monsters   could   come   out   of   the   OTHER   entry   points   in   the   room.   The   child   knew   of   every   little   nook   and   cranny   the   monsters   could   just   sneak   into   and   KILL   HIM   ...   yet   ...

                The   others   seemed   QUIET   tonight   for   some   strange   reason.   Perhaps   that   night   should   have   been   EASY.   Perhaps   he   would   get   some   normal   rest   that   night;   rest   not   induced   by   his   illnesses   or   the   weird   drugs   Daddy   put   in   through   the   needles.   Even   a   night   WITHOUT   any   dreams   would   have   been   fine   ...

                But   BONNIE   was   more   a   c   t   i   v   e   than   ever   tonight.

                A   shaking   hand   shines   his   light   towards   the   closet,   the   right   door,   and   the   bed   once   more.   NO   other   nightmare   in   sight   ...   but   the   door   against   his   small,   weak   form   was   still   shaking   like   THUNDER.

                WHY   CAN'T   HE   GO   AWAY   ?

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★ ˗ˏˋ @defectiveanarchy​ || ❤. ˎˊ˗ ★

「 ★ 」   ⋮   Ｖ Ｉ Ｃ Ｔ Ｉ Ｍ ．   ⋮  ━━     It   wasn’t   even   the   act   of   a   '   brave   boy   '   he   was   trying   to   put   up.   No,   he   has   NO   IDEA   how   to   be   brave   or   strong   like   his   big   sister   had   been.   He   didn't   have   that   strength   like   his   big   sister   once   possessed.   No,   he   just   wanted   the   bad   and   scary   man   to   go   away   go   away   GO   AWAY.

               ˗ˏˋ   ❛   I   -   I   don't   even   want   to   PLAY   !   Wh   -   why   would   I   play   with   someone   who   wants   to   hurt   me   ?    ❜   ˎˊ˗  

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★ ˗ˏˋ @cantfeelanythxng ||  ❤ . ˎˊ˗ ★

「 ★ 」   ⋮   Ｖ Ｉ Ｃ Ｔ Ｉ Ｍ ．   ⋮  ━━   It   was   no   secret.   CHILDREN   could   very   easily   be   destructive   and   cruel.   Little   hands   supposed   to   be   filled   with   innocence   had   the   very   same   capability   to   just   TEAR   EVERYTHING   APART   !   As   a   child   hated   by   all,   he   had   faced   their   brutality   and   been   forced   to   be   the   victim.   The   prize   for   enduring   such   horrors   ?   The   doll   of   a   fox   with   its   head   RIPPED   from   its   body.

                 Thanks,   big   brother.   

                (   HE   DESERVED   THAT.   )

                Other   kids   liked   destroying   things   that   didn't   belong   to   them   ...   ESPECIALLY   his.   It's   a   familiar   sight   to   see   a   teenager   with   a   torn   apart   doll   upon   her.   Something   felt   ...   WEIRD   though.

        ˗ˏˋ   ❛   ...   I   -   Is   that   YOUR   doll   ?    ❜   ˎˊ˗

        ˗ˏˋ   ❛   W   -   Where   are   its   ARMS   ?    ❜   ˎˊ˗

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★ ˗ˏˋ @telephobos || ❤ . ˎˊ˗ ★

      ˗ˏˋ   ❛    Y   -   You   never   told   me   WHAT   you   are   ?    ❜   ˎˊ˗

「 ★ 」   ⋮   Ｖ Ｉ Ｃ Ｔ Ｉ Ｍ ．   ⋮  ━━   He's   CURIOUS   as   he   stares   at   the   strange,   talking   device.   The   only   other   seemingly   inanimate   object   that   ever   spoke   out   to   him   was   FREDBEAR   ...   but   even   then,   Fredbear   only   spoke   when   no   one   else   was   around.   

      ˗ˏˋ   ❛    A   -   Are   you   a   TOY   ?    ❜   ˎˊ˗

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⦅  @clusterofkiddos​┆ ★ . ⦆

          There's a DEFINITE familiarity; something that the dead cannot deny. He KNOWS this girl. He's seen her in a time long since past; a time where the spirit was not confined to a coffin of plastic. But ------ heck, what was her name again ? Even in death, trauma to the brain did little for the mind of a child. In fact, it made things worse.

He fails to stray too far from the ' programming ' though; what evil eyes were watching & expecting him to do. After all, he doesn't want to end up like his FRIENDS torn apart in the Parts & Service room. Instead, he spits out one of the lines typical for the character he possessed.

            ༺｡*☆*｡༻  ┃ ┃ ‘ Hello ! Do you want a BALLOON ?  ’

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⦅ @brothersorrow ⦆  

         ༺｡*☆*｡༻  ┃ ┃ ‘ ------ W-Where did get that big of            a HOODIE ? D-Did you steal it off a REALLY TALL GUY ?  ’

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⦅  @inkybluez​┆ ★ . ⦆  

            ✮  ' ------ S-So, what's a DOKI-DOKI & why                is that part of our ------ c-club name ? '

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⦅  @plcyingpretend​┆ ★ . ⦆  

.・。.・ ✮  Oh no. OH NO ! Why why why WHY was she trying to chase him ? Why was she trying to catch him ? Why was she trying to KILL HIM ? ! The memory of the clown & her sharpened claw 「 how did that even FIT in her ? 」was still fresh in his sickened mind; even though the years that had passed. The steel. The screams. The sanguine fluid left in her wake. ALL of that still haunted him every single day. He didn't want to die ! Not like his dearest sister !

                & so he RUNS; thin, bruised, & battered  「 he had DADDY DEAREST to thank for that. 」 legs carrying him as fast as they possibly could. The tears were blinding but somehow, he was making it ------ for now.

            ✮  ' GO AWAY ! LEAVE ME ALONE ! '

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★ ˗ˏˋ @requiemcall​​​ ||  ❤ . ˎˊ˗ ★

              ˗ˏˋ   ❛    ...   H   -   h   -   huh   ?    ❜   ˎˊ˗

「 ★ 」   ⋮   Ｔ Ｏ Ｙ ．   ⋮  ━━   Barely   functional   voicebox   emits   a   noise   of   perplexion   as   his   one   remaining   eye   stared   at   the   guard   in   confusion.   All   of   the   life   he   once   possessed   (   only   to   be   stolen   away   by   METAL   JAWS   ),   everyone   complained   that   he   was   in   the   way,   that   he   was   absolutely   nothing,   that   he   was   just   a   WASTE   OF   SPACE.   In   death   ...   the   children,   the   ANIMATRONICS   lived   for   being   in   the   way;   for   taking   back   the   life   they   had   without   realizing   that   the   blood   they   would   shed   would   be   nothing   but   FRUITLESS   ATTEMPTS.   And   even   now   ...   he's   probably   just   a   waste   of   space   in   the   backstage   with   the   broken   toys.

              ˗ˏˋ   ❛    ...   I   t   -   t   -   thought   b    -   b    -   being   in   the   way   w   -   was   really   BAD.    ❜   ˎˊ˗

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★ ˗ˏˋ @deathdear​ ||  ❤ . ˎˊ˗ ★ 

「 ★ 」   ⋮   Ｖ Ｉ Ｃ Ｔ Ｉ Ｍ ．   ⋮  ━━There   was   not   a   single   question   about   it.   All   his   life,   the   poor   child   had   been   just   so   close   to   DEATH;   the   fear   of   it   constantly   lingering   in   his   mind.   His   friends,   his   sister,   his   mommy   ...   and   with   those   monsters   always   chasing   him   down   ...   he   knew   that   one   day,   his   own   time   would   come   soon.

               All   he   remembers   is   TEETH   ...

              He's   so   dazed   that   he   nearly   forgets   he   asked   a   QUESTION   and   he   stares   up   at   the   woman.   There   is   something   in   her   arms   ...   a   person   ?   A   GLOWING   person   ?   Surely,   this   was   another   one   of   his   '   hallucinations   '   as   big   brother   called   it   ...   but   she   said   it   was   all   real.   What   was   he   to   believe   ?   

              His   head   hurts   ...   no,   it   doesn't   just   hurt.   His   head   was   THROBBING;   as   if   something   was   sinking,   digging   deep   past   the   skull   and   into   the   brain.   A   small   whine   leaves   his   breath   and   he   winces   ...   but   he   does   his   best   to   shake   it   off   and   try   to   get   answers.   

            ˗ˏˋ   ❛   ...   Nnn   ...   m   -   my   head   hurts   but   ...   I   -   I   think   ...   I   think   I'm   okay   ...    ❜   ˎˊ˗

            ˗ˏˋ   ❛   ...   W   -   What's   THAT   ?    ❜   ˎˊ˗

              A   hand   more   pale   and   ghastly   than   usual   points   at   the   glowing   entity   in   the   woman's   arms.   She   was   going   to   have   to   answer   MORE   questions.

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★ ˗ˏˋ @vicariousphotographer || ❤ . ˎˊ˗ ★

「 ★ 」   ⋮   Ｖ Ｉ Ｃ Ｔ Ｉ Ｍ ．   ⋮  ━━   There's   were   FEW   THINGS   that   the   child   did   not   display   any   fear   towards.   Luckily   for   Mira,   good   puppies   were   one   of   them   !   It   only   took   a   few   licks   for   the   child   to   be   laughing   and   giggling   like   the   little   kid   he   was   supposed   to   be   !   He   even   forgot   what   he   was   crying   about   in   the   first   place   !   Of   course,   he'd   probably   remember   it   soon   enough   but   ...   let's   just   ENJOY   this   while   he   can.

               With   a   big   smile   on   his   face,   the   boy   wraps   his   arms   around   the   fluffy   dog;   a   BIG   thanks   for   cheering   him   up   !   He   even   gave   the   dog   a   few   pets   on   the   head.

         ˗ˏˋ   ❛   Good   doggy   !   Best   doggy   !    ❜   ˎˊ˗

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⦅  @plcyingpretend​​┆ ★ . ⦆

          It's the ABSENCE of his sister from her room that scares the boy; sending him on a search to find his dear sister. He never liked being alone, never liked not knowing just where his family was. After all, that was how it all started ------ one day, Charlie DISAPPEARED; never to be seen again. No one knew where she went & not even Mister Henry knew anything about what happened to her ! & that SCARED HIM.

          Thankfully, nothing terrible happened; not this time as he found the girl downstairs, staring out the window. Once she faces him, she speaks in a softened voice & he follows along. After all ------ he would HATE to get Daddy mad.

        ༺｡*☆*｡༻  ┃ ┃ ‘ O-okay ! P-pinky promise I WON’T !  ’

          The child speaks; hugging his precious Fredbear plush close to his chest. He falls silent for a moment; watching his big sister & the window beyond her.

        ༺｡*☆*｡༻  ┃ ┃ ‘ —— I-Is it okay if I watch too ? I-It's          always TOO DARK when the stars are out.  ’

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⦅  @angelinthehouse​┆cont. from [ X ]  ⦆

             ✮ ' ------- O-Okay. '

♥ HP

      ↳ 7/10.

.・。.・ ✮  Granted, it wasn't THAT bad of an injury he had retained. Much worse were the beatings & abuse he had to bear upon his fragile body BEFORE he fell down into this world. Little hands cradled a laceration; most blood dripping forth being caught in his hand. You'd think a child would be more scared of the RED & he was ------ but he just bites his lip at the stinging pain; grateful that the monsters hadn't hit anything more important like his SOUL. He's had WORSE so many times before ------ & his big brother ------ he was nothing more than a crybaby in his big brother's eyes. A stupid, dumb, whiny crybaby.

                      Not wanting to get his friend dirty, he keeps his hands to HIMSELF as he follows.

             ✮ ' ------ Sorry. '

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