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    ❛ ɪᴛ’s  𝒪𝒸𝓉𝒶𝓋𝒾𝒶;                       sʜᴇ’s  ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ  ᴏғғ  𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔  𝒷𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈. ❜

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The Anatomy of a Mermaid :)

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Time slips by like the motes in the dim light, endless in the empty halls as the metal skeletons slumped in their graves. The noises outside were a strangled silence. Indistinct voices wilted by as people passed the staunch barricades that kept the coffin sealed. Engines rumbled in a muffled cacophony that was gone as soon as it came.

All this had once kept the corpses filled with a tiny gasp of conscious, even during the day when they were forced to remain lifeless before the dwindling stream of smiling faces.

But now it was apathetic mockery.

When they released from the daylight’s chains, the four creatures wasted no time seeking out an exit. They would rake their claws against the barricades, sink their teeth in and pry till their jaws popped, but always to no avail.

No guard within the delicate safe harbor. No blinking red eyes that watched them from every corner. No break in the far reaching loneliness that stretched on for an endless sea of days.

Eventually, their desperation began to fade. The desire that kept the balance between being and machine was losing its power. Sometimes the occasional squeak of a child’s voice from beyond the barricades elicited small reactions, but it was never enough to keep them whole.

So now they waited till their state of disrepair claimed, turning their skin into a feast for the moths and their gears into lumps of rust.

But then the day came when voices drew too close to the doors. The sound ghosted through the corridors like a phantom breeze. There was a slight stir that turned into a hum as the sound of blood thundering through veins pounded away like drums, coaxing the creatures into rising. 

…Is it Him?

The answer came in a surge of light and sound. Suddenly the gloomy halls were bathed in playful colors and carefree laughter that bounced from wall to wall. The blurry outlines of children rushed past him, squealing in delight.

But what was the most alien about the scene was the fact that he was moving.

It was daytime, he hadn’t been able to walk amongst the guests since the incident.

And stranger yet was how fluid and flowing his legs were, gliding across the gum-stained surfaces, as if he was free of his steel cage.

"Peter?" 

He heard himself say in a voice he did not recognize.

"Peter, come on. Everyone’s ready to go home. Jesus, where the hell did you go? Peter!"

And just as suddenly as the vision had come, it vanished, leaving him to stare at a silhouette in the half-light.

"Foxy," a tearful sound said, "His name is Foxy."

The voice was right, how did it know?

Is it Him? 

The question reverberated through the beast’s head as three other minds reached out and asked the same.

Is it Him? Is it Him? Is it Him?

Let’s find out.

⎣House of Wolves⎤|| Sig & Foxy

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      “Yeah, I dunno if I wanna do this anymore, Clara.” Sig lingered just beyond the reach of the shadow cast by the dilapidated building in the early afternoon sun, squinting up at the crumbling sign with no small amount of trepidation. Her friend, already fumbling with the keys several paces ahead, stopped and turned back to Sigyn with a frustrated sigh.

      “You promised you’d help me with this—and I’m not paying you to laze around my apartment all summer.” Clara planted her hands on her hips, tapping her foot impatiently. “D’you want to start paying off those student loans of yours or what?” Sig’s defeated huff was met by a grin from the other woman. “Just come in and look around. It’s actually a pretty cool old place. Kinda weird, but I think you’ll see right away it has so much potential…” 

      Clara’s commentary faded to static as Sigyn took her first hesitant steps into the remains of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria—and her entire body immediately went rigid, muscles tensing and joints locking up. The space around her became a vacuum of heavy silence, pressing down as if it meant to crush her as unblinking blue eyes slowly moved across the room to settle on the stage. Three shadowy figures stood there, and she could swear the bear’s head twitched in her direction. Sig felt her own heartbeat all the way to her fingertips, the instinct to run swelling in her gut as five sparks seemed to burst alight at the fringes of her mind. 

                                      Five terrible, no-good, very bad feelings. 

      “It’s not safe here.” The words came out with unnerving steadiness. Her eyes were still fixed squarely on the animatronic bear she could feel staring straight back at her. Fingers twitching, Sigyn took a step backward, intending to make a break for the car, but Clara caught her arm before she could escape and dragged her further into the room. 

      “Don’t be silly, Sigs. I had a contractor come in and give the place a once-over before deciding to invest and it’s completely safe! Just needs a little TLC, ‘s all.” 

      Blinking as her senses started to return, Sigyn bit back the instinct to disagree: I’m not talking about the building, I’m talking about whatever’s waking up inside it. But she couldn’t say that out loud. Years of intensive therapy had taught her it was best to keep her mouth shut and pretend nothing was wrong when she felt and saw things nobody else could.

      “Of course you did.” Attempting a smile, Sig laced her words with fake enthusiasm to cover up the churning in her stomach. Perhaps if she ignored it, it’d go away. That had worked before. Once or twice. “Hey, what’s back here?” Eager to keep her mind running somewhere other than places that made people brand her insane, Sigyn skipped forward, sweeping aside the curtain cordoning off a place labeled “Pirate Cove,” only to find herself freezing up again. “Oh.”

      “That one’s broken. The others might still work, though. I think…” 

      Yet again, Clara’s voice seemed to fade right down to nothing as Sigyn felt herself yanked back down into a deep, heavy silence. Staring at the animatronic creature with its lopsided jaw and lanky, rusted frame filled her with some sort of penetrating, undeniable sadness she couldn’t explain. The sound of her own breathing rushed in her ears and she felt the flicker of something—a presence there, reacting.

                                                                                              No, no, no, no, no. 

      “—but if we can’t get the wolf working we’ll just get rid of it.”

      “Foxy,” Sig corrected, only just realizing that there were tears on her cheeks. She hastily wiped them away, before Clara could notice. “His name is Foxy.”

      Clara looked at her with a raised brow. “How do you know that?” 

      Sigyn merely shrugged. “Just a lucky guess.” Her go-to excuse for knowing things she couldn’t—shouldn’t possibly know. Not without insights that had all the best psychiatrists scrambling to medicate her as a child, anyway. 

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"Once."

"She was-- very good with traps."

"Are females given a chance to join your ranks, boy?"

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Just got back from Battle of Five Armies.

I'm gonna be quiet tonight.

On Skype.

Where I'll be crying my feckin' eyes out.

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The best manipulators  are the ones you don’t  r   e   a    l    i   s   e   are manipulating you.

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Felix is soooo attractive.

"..."

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"You'll need to be more--"

"Specific, woman."

"Oh, there are already places for females."

"But it feels like a He-Man-Woman-Haters club here. Are females even given a chance?"

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"Then it seems you have yet to develop a sense of humor."

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"This is a place for Lost Boys. If your kind want the same--"

"Then perhaps you should search for another island."

"And what use are males in a place where one never grows up?”

"Really, the only thing any male is good for is procreation."

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...

*slow judgemental headshake*

Maybe at first. 

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Lilou: "I wish I hadn't been" me thinks you doth protest too much Felix don't even start with me pffft

don't even start with me

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did that tune sound like 'ow'

'that's not how you do it'?

You were singin’ a very different tune at the time.

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and i wish i hadn't been

I know.

I was there.

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"They have a purpose I suppose."

"But it fails to be of any use in a place where you never grow up."

"And by valuable you mean useless, I assume?”

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#the strap-on should be easy though #i'll just go borrow Rev's #i'm sure she won't mind

that's--

been places.

Only boys who feel the need to overcompensate buy those.

I, however, am man enough not to need them.