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"Kill them with kindness 😌" WRONG. SPRINGLOCK FAILURE!!!!! SPRIOIONG SNAPP CRUNCH AUHCFJGJGHGHHUGHHHG!!!!!! GRIND CRUNCHHH SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP EURHRHHJGJGJ AUUUGUUUHUFUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP whimper whinee gurkkkle glgkullg

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They've got something of a point-- this isn't home, and that should be a relief. For Mike, especially. The last thing he remembers is the scooper- if he were to be suddenly dropped back off where he was taken, he'd definitely be dead. He's still not sure this isn't the afterlife. He doesn't want to entertain the idea of some sort of extended vacation from his life, from the work he felt he was so close to completing... but if returning means his demise, then...?

He sighs. "I don't really need the help of..." What are they, like, twelve? "...someone younger than me, necessarily. But, if you feel like joining me to learn more... the museum does sound interesting." It doesn't, really, but it's at least something to do.

"Or through rough experimentation," Mike mutters. Not that he's exactly eager to get himself killed again- one time is plenty. But if it means learning more about this world... No, he's being ridiculous. All he has by way of proof this "respawning" thing is real is this kid's word. Actually putting his own life at risk to test it out is just plain stupid. But still, he wonders...

"Listen, kid. Knowledge is the most valuable currency you can get. Even when it comes to the least desirable topics. I can't force you to learn more with me. But if you want my advice: don't close your mind to it just because it's scary. Sometimes that's the exact reason you should look more into it." Speaking from experience.

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WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

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zombie and 12 year old bonding

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memories

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"Psh. Whatever." He doesn't see the point in being cagey about names- but if this guy's going to keep it from him, Mike will keep his name secret, too.

He looks out into the rest of the festival, reflecting on his day so far. "They brought me to housing, yeah. I didn't go inside." He just sort of took off on his own as soon as he was dropped off, dedicating himself quickly to wandering the place until he found a way out. He's been doing a shit job, he figures. All he's really done is meet a few weird people. An earlier conversation echoes in his mind now-

"...Someone told me dying is impossible here," he says. "That instead of dying, you wake up back at home. They called it... 'respawning,' I think?"

Mike does as he's told, watching the tray float toward them by way of the stranger's magic. It's still freaky watching it happen, and he can't help but wonder if he's doing that just to get a reaction out of Mike. Still, he takes another drink, sipping it as he eyes the other guy.

"You're still-" He sputters a couple times, trying to call him out for continuing to use his powers, but not being able to come up with a decent enough insult. "Thanks. What'd you say your name was again?"

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For the sketch ideas, what about Michael and Evan just hanging out? God knows those two (and all the afton kids) need a break lol

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Mike just wanted a quiet evening walk by himself- but if there's anything he's learned about this place, it's that he should expect to see odd characters at any time of day. He just wasn't expecting to turn a corner and see someone in a creepy mask standing down the street. Of course he startles at the sight of him.

"I'm fine," he says. "Maybe choose a less ominous place to hang out in at night next time. Unless that's what you were going for- in which case, great job."

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"Hey man, you okay? It looks like you've seen...uh, well, a ghost." Sal was fully aware of the irony in that statement. He couldn't help but use it on a reflex though.

Nevertheless, Sal would never beat the habit of trying to reach out and help a hapless looking stranger. "Do you like, need help or anything?"

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"Or through rough experimentation," Mike mutters. Not that he's exactly eager to get himself killed again- one time is plenty. But if it means learning more about this world... No, he's being ridiculous. All he has by way of proof this "respawning" thing is real is this kid's word. Actually putting his own life at risk to test it out is just plain stupid. But still, he wonders...

"Listen, kid. Knowledge is the most valuable currency you can get. Even when it comes to the least desirable topics. I can't force you to learn more with me. But if you want my advice: don't close your mind to it just because it's scary. Sometimes that's the exact reason you should look more into it." Speaking from experience.

They're saying words at him, but Mike simply isn't processing any of them the way they want him to. Still, he nods and acts like he understands. "Right, right, online..." He mutters.

The way MK describes dying- or the inability to, at least- sounds oddly familiar. The way his father spoke of Remnant, it seemed like he was one of the only people in the world who even knew of its existence, if not the only person. Surely this whole island couldn't be running on Remnant...?

This is a stupid question to ask. MK definitely wouldn't know- they've only been here just about as long as he has. But still- "You don't... happen to know how it works, do you? This... 'respawning' thing?"

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He shouldn't let it- but the remark strikes a nerve with Mike. "When his time comes..." What does this guy know about Mike's "time?" He pivots with the stranger, grabbing him by the back of his scarf. From here, it becomes clear now that he is, in fact, a robot... fucking perfect.

"Hey," Mike snaps, "the hell is that supposed to mean? For someone preaching about peace or whatever, you seem eager to piss off someone enough to get your shit kicked in."

"Its's not beneath me," he says. Well, he does consider bugs some level of beneath him– they're just bugs. "But I'm sure it would've been fine without the..." He gestures vaguely at the staff. "...all that.

"Bugs are resilient, right? It would've been fine if we were walking normally. Probably even if we didn't notice it was there."

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Mike does as he's told, watching the tray float toward them by way of the stranger's magic. It's still freaky watching it happen, and he can't help but wonder if he's doing that just to get a reaction out of Mike. Still, he takes another drink, sipping it as he eyes the other guy.

"You're still-" He sputters a couple times, trying to call him out for continuing to use his powers, but not being able to come up with a decent enough insult. "Thanks. What'd you say your name was again?"

Mike thinks he's going to be sick. He drinks what's left in his glass, before saying, "I need another drink," and standing to see where the server went.

It is something of a relief that time isn't passing without him– but if that's the case, being here is even more pointless. Should he feel grateful he was ripped away from death at the last possible second if he could return at any time? Where the hell is that server?

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They're saying words at him, but Mike simply isn't processing any of them the way they want him to. Still, he nods and acts like he understands. "Right, right, online..." He mutters.

The way MK describes dying- or the inability to, at least- sounds oddly familiar. The way his father spoke of Remnant, it seemed like he was one of the only people in the world who even knew of its existence, if not the only person. Surely this whole island couldn't be running on Remnant...?

This is a stupid question to ask. MK definitely wouldn't know- they've only been here just about as long as he has. But still- "You don't... happen to know how it works, do you? This... 'respawning' thing?"

"MK it is then." Not much of a name, is it? Must stand for something. "Just call me Mike. Mister's what you call a dad or something."

He notices them pull their scarf up their face some more, and he mentally curses himself. They definitely noticed his reaction. He doesn't want them to think he's afraid of them– even if that might have been his knee-jerk reaction. Still, they're... not exactly giving him any space to put a word in edgewise.

"MMO?" He finally gets in. "Listen, kid, you've gotta slow down. I don't know what half of these words mean." What was that they said about dying?

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//wakes up from the grave . replies today

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TRICKED!

—send TRICKED for a scene from my muse's past in which they misled, tricked, or lied to someone

There's a kid crying in the corner. He's sat down on the floor, a few feet off from the entrance to the bathrooms. His knees are pulled up to his chest, and his balled fists are trying to wipe away his tears. He's got a striped shirt and shorts on. He almost looks like Evan.

Mike carefully approaches him. "Hey," he says, "are you alright?"

The kid sniffles, looking up at him. "Mmh– no," he says. "I– I got hurt." He moves to show Mike the injury– a scrape on his elbow.

"Ooh," Mike says sympathetically. "That's tough." When the kid says nothing, he continues, "My name is Michael. But you can call me Mike, okay? What's your name?"

The boy sniffs again, and it seems he's finally starting to calm down. "I'm... I'm not s'posed to talk to strangers," he says.

"I'm not a stranger," Mike says. "I'm just a kid, too." He sits down next to the boy. Mike is older than him by a couple years, but he's still only twelve. It's not like he could do much to hurt him, even if he wanted to.

The kid watches him sit, and seems to contemplate it. "...My name's Chris," he says finally.

"Chris," Mike repeats. "Now we're friends. And, now I can help you."

"How're you gonna help me if– if you're a kid, too?"

"Well..." Mike leans in a bit, lowering his voice. "Would you believe me if I said my dad owns this place?"

Chris looks at Mike, eyes still wet. "No," he says.

"Well, he does," Mike says. "And he's... there, see?" He points at his father, walking past the stage. "Hi, Dad!" He calls.

His father notices them, and waves briefly, before continuing toward a door marked 'employees only.' "He must be going to wake up Springbonnie," Mike says.

Chris says nothing, watching the man disappear behind the door. Mike watches this too, knowing what's coming. He must choose his next words very carefully.

"When Springbonnie comes out, you can talk to him and tell him you need help," Mike tells him. "He can get you a bandage for your arm. And... Well, don't tell anyone this next part."

He's got his full attention, now. Mike looks at the boy, watching him expectantly for his next words. Mike isn't sure what his father does with the kids he takes to the back room. All he knows is that he's never seen one come back out. Whatever role he plays in this scheme, he knows it's not a good one. He knows nothing good is going to happen to Chris if he gets anywhere near his father. But if Mike doesn't do this, he's sure to get the belt when they're back home– at best.

"...He likes to pick a kid once a day to go backstage with him," Mike says. "If you're lucky, he'll choose you. And then you'll get to meet Freddy and everyone else personally." He does his best to make it sound enticing– he's done this a few times now.

"Really?" Chris says.

Mike nods. "What do I get out of lying to you?"

"Wow," Chris whispers excitedly. Then, louder, "There he is!" The boy stands up, watching Springbonnie come out from backstage. Children swarm the rabbit, all vying for attention from him.

"Are you coming?" Chris asks Mike.

"Nah," Mike says, "you go on without me. I know him personally."

Chris runs off to meet the mascot, and quickly blends into the crowd of children. Mike watches from his spot on the floor. Eventually, the children collectively get bored and disperse– save for one boy, holding Springbonnie's hand. The rabbit leads him through a door marked 'employees only.'

Right before he loses sight of them, Mike sees the rabbit lift its head to make eye contact with him.

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impressed

—send IMPRESSED for a scene from my muse's past in which they tried to impress someone, successfully or not

"Is that yours?" Jeremy asks, pointing at a guitar Mike's left in the corner.

"Huh? Oh, yeah," Mike says, propping himself up on an elbow briefly to see it. They're in bed together, Mike halfway through a bowl. Jeremy's not as familiar with the drug, but didn't decline trying it out himself. They've been like this for a while now, letting the time slip away from them, talking about everything and nothing all at once together.

"I didn't know you knew you– knew how to..." Jeremy trails off. It's a bit of a repetitive sentence, and Mike's well aware of Jeremy's struggle with words. His head's probably all foggy too at this point, so he doesn't blame him for slightly giving up.

"I mean, barely," Mike says. "I know some stuff." He stands from the bed and picks it up. It's a glossy black electric guitar, with silver frets that stand out against the dark fingerboard.

"I wasn't really allowed to be loud at home," he tells Jeremy. "Didn't stop me from putting my music on as loud as I could whenever my dad wasn't home." He chuckles, looking down at the guitar. "I always wanted to learn, and be in a band like the ones I listened to. Soon as I moved out, I got this. Never got that good at it, though."

"I'm sure you're good," Jeremy says. He pats the space on the bed next to him. "Play something."

Mike isn't sure anything he plays will be any good, but he's definitely going to try. He plugs the guitar into its amp and drags both closer to the bed, sitting next to Jeremy. "Any requests?"

Jeremy ponders the question, longer than anyone else might, but Mike is used to this now, too. He knows all Jeremy really needs is a little patience– ever since his "accident," he's never quite been as quick on the draw as he used to be. Not that Mike knew him before it, but... Because of that, he still feels a bit like an asshole for thinking Jeremy was weird when they'd first met. Who cares if he talks slow, or takes extra time to process stuff? When he does get around to speaking, it's always insightful. He knows how not to waste words, much better than Mike does, at least.

"...What's that one song," Jeremy says finally. "The, ah... the one by AC/DC."

Mike scoffs. "Thunderstruck?"

"Yeah."

"I c–" He's about to protest that it's too difficult, but realizes if he pulls this off, he would look so fucking cool in front of him. "Okay. Watch this."

Mike starts to play the song, those famous arpeggios, and he honestly starts better than he expected to. Maybe it's just muscle memory, he figures. No matter if he's rusty, as long as he doesn't think about it too hard he'll– aw fuck he's thought about it too hard and now he messed up.

Jeremy laughs. Another quirk of his– he never quite figured out how to emote right again after his injury. Most of the time, his face looks somewhere between bored and sleepy, but Mike has come to learn the subtle things Jeremy does to express his emotions in other ways. When he laughs, it's the easiest. It's the only time Mike sees the corners of his mouth curl up, even if just slightly. A happiness so strong it moves even Jeremy's face... and it's caused by Mike. What a thought.

"Listen, man, I'm high," Mike excuses, feeling his face flush a little. "Totally not my fault."

"Play something else," Jeremy suggests.

"Yeah, watch," Mike says, and starts playing a different riff. "Heartbreaker. Led Zeppelin."

"Play the solo," Jeremy says.

"No," Mike responds plainly. They both know well enough how difficult that solo is.

Jeremy laughs again, and Mike can't hide his stupid smile this time. Jeremy's happiness, all because of him– his stupid shitty guitar playing? Maybe his mere presence is enough to make Jeremy happy. Jeremy's presence is enough for Mike, he knows.

Moments like this make Mike question why he's so hesitant to just... kiss the guy already. Call him his. But the idea of making whatever it is they have any more real than this... he doesn't know why, but it scares him. He just isn't ready.

But here, being with Jeremy, laughing with him... does it matter what they call their relationship? They make each other happy. Maybe that's all that matters.

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STRAINED !

—send STRAINED for a scene from my muse's past in which they interact with someone they have a difficult relationship with

//JOKES ON YOU I was already writing a fic where mike meets his dad again after like 35 years as springtrap for the first time and this fits the prompt . i was motivated to finish it by this ask tho so thanks lol

its here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52829914