r3formed-bulli3s

[r3formed-bulli3s]

"Nnnot that I can think of, not really"

"Nothing other than the fact that Jackson's been a yearning mess for the past few weeks. He's seeing everyone outside either happy without a lover or happy with a lover and is tooooaaaatally jealous. He wants someone to kiss him but ain't nobody doin it"

"Way to rat him out, Anthony- Geez-"

Salem took a moment to relax, before walking through the alley. The brunette REALLY didn't like that they had to do this now. If anything, their clothes would be bloody, and the cleanup was a mess, and...

They had to stop worrying. It was going to be fine. Sure, cleanup is a mess. Learning the victim's name, and where they lived, or a relative of their's phone number, to inform them of their... ahem... unfortunate demise. It was all... procedural. They've done it for years. They knew how to do it perfectly... Until THEY showed up.

The trio had been running, sprinting through the alley to escape a group of police officers who apparently thought that they were criminals. Unfortunately, they promptly crashed into Salem, the collision likely knocking everybody over.

"Oww..."

They took a moment to gather themselves, Jackson trying to clear his vision after hitting his head on the ground, Fredrick trying to shift himself off of Anthony, and Anthony trying to free himself from underneath the fucking goliath of a man on top of him, they didn't seem to realize exactly who they'd run into...

[r3formed-bulli3s]

"Eugh, that sounds awful-" Anthony shuddered-

"Dang, seems we all wound up with hella different paths, hm? I mean, you're the co-owner of Fazbear's, I'm a mechanic, Jackson works at a gas station three blocks from here, and Anthony is a dance instructor, aerial silks, breakdancing, pol-"

"OKAY THAAAAAATS ENOUGH-" Anthony slapped his hand over Fredrick's mouth "And as for the whole cold thing, if you're looking for warmth Fredrick's probably the warmest thing in this house"

Salem took a moment to relax, before walking through the alley. The brunette REALLY didn't like that they had to do this now. If anything, their clothes would be bloody, and the cleanup was a mess, and...

They had to stop worrying. It was going to be fine. Sure, cleanup is a mess. Learning the victim's name, and where they lived, or a relative of their's phone number, to inform them of their... ahem... unfortunate demise. It was all... procedural. They've done it for years. They knew how to do it perfectly... Until THEY showed up.

The trio had been running, sprinting through the alley to escape a group of police officers who apparently thought that they were criminals. Unfortunately, they promptly crashed into Salem, the collision likely knocking everybody over.

"Oww..."

They took a moment to gather themselves, Jackson trying to clear his vision after hitting his head on the ground, Fredrick trying to shift himself off of Anthony, and Anthony trying to free himself from underneath the fucking goliath of a man on top of him, they didn't seem to realize exactly who they'd run into...

[r3formed-bulli3s]

"I mean, the whole ehm.. zombie situation could use some explaining" Anthony gestured to them, not trying to be rude

"Also I don't think it clicked for Jackson exactly who you are- he's ah- a little stupid your honor-" He chuckled softly.

"Also I can absolutely tell you're like. Genderless or somthing. Ain't a single person names Salem that I ever met that was cis-"

Salem took a moment to relax, before walking through the alley. The brunette REALLY didn't like that they had to do this now. If anything, their clothes would be bloody, and the cleanup was a mess, and...

They had to stop worrying. It was going to be fine. Sure, cleanup is a mess. Learning the victim's name, and where they lived, or a relative of their's phone number, to inform them of their... ahem... unfortunate demise. It was all... procedural. They've done it for years. They knew how to do it perfectly... Until THEY showed up.

The trio had been running, sprinting through the alley to escape a group of police officers who apparently thought that they were criminals. Unfortunately, they promptly crashed into Salem, the collision likely knocking everybody over.

"Oww..."

They took a moment to gather themselves, Jackson trying to clear his vision after hitting his head on the ground, Fredrick trying to shift himself off of Anthony, and Anthony trying to free himself from underneath the fucking goliath of a man on top of him, they didn't seem to realize exactly who they'd run into...

[r3formed-bulli3s]

"Huh- interesting-" he smiled a bit at the whole thing about kids "awwwh, that's sweet." He didn't really know what to do now. He spaced out a bit, thinking more on his childhood and memories with his friends. Suddenly he excused himself from the conversation, walking off to his room.

"Don't question it, he does that sometimes."

"He's probably off to go bury himself in the sweater that one Michael gave him."

Salem took a moment to relax, before walking through the alley. The brunette REALLY didn't like that they had to do this now. If anything, their clothes would be bloody, and the cleanup was a mess, and...

They had to stop worrying. It was going to be fine. Sure, cleanup is a mess. Learning the victim's name, and where they lived, or a relative of their's phone number, to inform them of their... ahem... unfortunate demise. It was all... procedural. They've done it for years. They knew how to do it perfectly... Until THEY showed up.

The trio had been running, sprinting through the alley to escape a group of police officers who apparently thought that they were criminals. Unfortunately, they promptly crashed into Salem, the collision likely knocking everybody over.

"Oww..."

They took a moment to gather themselves, Jackson trying to clear his vision after hitting his head on the ground, Fredrick trying to shift himself off of Anthony, and Anthony trying to free himself from underneath the fucking goliath of a man on top of him, they didn't seem to realize exactly who they'd run into...

[r3formed-bulli3s]

"The...incident when we were kids. We...I took initiative and ran from what was pretty much an active crime scene. I feel godawful for it and I know I can never make it up to him and-" he cut themself off before bun started crying. "Anyways, yeah. Fazbear's is...full of bad happenings. I'm honestly glad I avoid anything to do with the place nowadays"

"Liaaaaarrrrr- you still collect plushies, posters, pins, buttons, minifigures, the list goes on. Plus you kept that old bonnie mask-"

"SHUT" Jackson used Get Fucking Decked! It was super effective! "Ow- okay- fair enough ig-"

Salem took a moment to relax, before walking through the alley. The brunette REALLY didn't like that they had to do this now. If anything, their clothes would be bloody, and the cleanup was a mess, and...

They had to stop worrying. It was going to be fine. Sure, cleanup is a mess. Learning the victim's name, and where they lived, or a relative of their's phone number, to inform them of their... ahem... unfortunate demise. It was all... procedural. They've done it for years. They knew how to do it perfectly... Until THEY showed up.

The trio had been running, sprinting through the alley to escape a group of police officers who apparently thought that they were criminals. Unfortunately, they promptly crashed into Salem, the collision likely knocking everybody over.

"Oww..."

They took a moment to gather themselves, Jackson trying to clear his vision after hitting his head on the ground, Fredrick trying to shift himself off of Anthony, and Anthony trying to free himself from underneath the fucking goliath of a man on top of him, they didn't seem to realize exactly who they'd run into...

[r3formed-bulli3s]

(Trim)

"... I see. And... how are things now?" They frowned a bit

They sighed, "What do you think he'd be up to at this point in his life?"

"Well, we met..a version of him. Multiverse theory or whatever. He uh..he saved my life pretty damn recently actually. Like a few months ago tops. Don't know what any other versions of him are doin though. I've sorta just stopped bothering with all that though, don't think any of em really wanna talk to us so..." he trailed off, a slightly sad expression coming to his face.

"Think at least a few of em are probably out and about still working for Fazbear's for extra cash n whatnot" he shrugged.

Salem took a moment to relax, before walking through the alley. The brunette REALLY didn't like that they had to do this now. If anything, their clothes would be bloody, and the cleanup was a mess, and...

They had to stop worrying. It was going to be fine. Sure, cleanup is a mess. Learning the victim's name, and where they lived, or a relative of their's phone number, to inform them of their... ahem... unfortunate demise. It was all... procedural. They've done it for years. They knew how to do it perfectly... Until THEY showed up.

The trio had been running, sprinting through the alley to escape a group of police officers who apparently thought that they were criminals. Unfortunately, they promptly crashed into Salem, the collision likely knocking everybody over.

"Oww..."

They took a moment to gather themselves, Jackson trying to clear his vision after hitting his head on the ground, Fredrick trying to shift himself off of Anthony, and Anthony trying to free himself from underneath the fucking goliath of a man on top of him, they didn't seem to realize exactly who they'd run into...

[r3formed-bulli3s]

Jackson smiled fondly, remembering times long gone "yeah, yeah we really did. We cared a whole lot for him, and he cared a whole lot for us. We woulda done anything fot eachother." He didn't mention his recent encounter with another Michael. The one in which the walking corpse had saved his life. He didn't want to think of it right now. The lack of contact from the other since was making him rather sad.

Salem took a moment to relax, before walking through the alley. The brunette REALLY didn't like that they had to do this now. If anything, their clothes would be bloody, and the cleanup was a mess, and...

They had to stop worrying. It was going to be fine. Sure, cleanup is a mess. Learning the victim's name, and where they lived, or a relative of their's phone number, to inform them of their... ahem... unfortunate demise. It was all... procedural. They've done it for years. They knew how to do it perfectly... Until THEY showed up.

The trio had been running, sprinting through the alley to escape a group of police officers who apparently thought that they were criminals. Unfortunately, they promptly crashed into Salem, the collision likely knocking everybody over.

"Oww..."

They took a moment to gather themselves, Jackson trying to clear his vision after hitting his head on the ground, Fredrick trying to shift himself off of Anthony, and Anthony trying to free himself from underneath the fucking goliath of a man on top of him, they didn't seem to realize exactly who they'd run into...

[r3formed-bulli3s]

"Mh, fair enough. That cops thing is explainable though. That one" he pointed to Anthony "tried to flirt his way out of a speeding ticket"

"HE WAS HOT WHAT ELSE WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO-" Anthony threw a pillow at Jackson, who caught it and threw it back at Anthony, who promptly got sniped and fell over

"Aaanyways, we all met when we were real little, like kindergarten or somethin. Then we met our other friend Michael. We were real close, then there was an accident and we all fell out of touch with the guy. It's a whole thing but that's a story for later"

Salem took a moment to relax, before walking through the alley. The brunette REALLY didn't like that they had to do this now. If anything, their clothes would be bloody, and the cleanup was a mess, and...

They had to stop worrying. It was going to be fine. Sure, cleanup is a mess. Learning the victim's name, and where they lived, or a relative of their's phone number, to inform them of their... ahem... unfortunate demise. It was all... procedural. They've done it for years. They knew how to do it perfectly... Until THEY showed up.

The trio had been running, sprinting through the alley to escape a group of police officers who apparently thought that they were criminals. Unfortunately, they promptly crashed into Salem, the collision likely knocking everybody over.

"Oww..."

They took a moment to gather themselves, Jackson trying to clear his vision after hitting his head on the ground, Fredrick trying to shift himself off of Anthony, and Anthony trying to free himself from underneath the fucking goliath of a man on top of him, they didn't seem to realize exactly who they'd run into...

[r3formed-bulli3s]

Jackson flopped onto the crappy armchair nearby, curling up like a cat. He looked over at Salem, bun themselves looking sort of sleepy. He'd heard what Salem had said and raised an eyebrow "Yyyyyou good? Don't feel comfy fallin asleep round people you just met or...? Cause you're more than welcome to fall asleep in the guest room if you don't wanna sleep out here with me n the boys doin our thing."

Salem took a moment to relax, before walking through the alley. The brunette REALLY didn't like that they had to do this now. If anything, their clothes would be bloody, and the cleanup was a mess, and...

They had to stop worrying. It was going to be fine. Sure, cleanup is a mess. Learning the victim's name, and where they lived, or a relative of their's phone number, to inform them of their... ahem... unfortunate demise. It was all... procedural. They've done it for years. They knew how to do it perfectly... Until THEY showed up.

The trio had been running, sprinting through the alley to escape a group of police officers who apparently thought that they were criminals. Unfortunately, they promptly crashed into Salem, the collision likely knocking everybody over.

"Oww..."

They took a moment to gather themselves, Jackson trying to clear his vision after hitting his head on the ground, Fredrick trying to shift himself off of Anthony, and Anthony trying to free himself from underneath the fucking goliath of a man on top of him, they didn't seem to realize exactly who they'd run into...

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"So do I, to be honest. They don't exactly like me too much either though." Jackson spoke as he dragged the the others through the two alleyways and to the left to his house. Upon arrival he ushered everyone inside, shutting and locking the door behind them all "Well, get comfy everyone. We're gonna be here for a while until cop activity dies down. There's snacks in the kitchen, extra blankets in the hall closet, ect. Just. Get yourselves settled"

Salem took a moment to relax, before walking through the alley. The brunette REALLY didn't like that they had to do this now. If anything, their clothes would be bloody, and the cleanup was a mess, and...

They had to stop worrying. It was going to be fine. Sure, cleanup is a mess. Learning the victim's name, and where they lived, or a relative of their's phone number, to inform them of their... ahem... unfortunate demise. It was all... procedural. They've done it for years. They knew how to do it perfectly... Until THEY showed up.

The trio had been running, sprinting through the alley to escape a group of police officers who apparently thought that they were criminals. Unfortunately, they promptly crashed into Salem, the collision likely knocking everybody over.

"Oww..."

They took a moment to gather themselves, Jackson trying to clear his vision after hitting his head on the ground, Fredrick trying to shift himself off of Anthony, and Anthony trying to free himself from underneath the fucking goliath of a man on top of him, they didn't seem to realize exactly who they'd run into...

[r3formed-bulli3s]

Jackson gave a rather quick handshake to the other, Fredrick did his with a bit more..gentlemanly behavior??? Idk he's a very nice dude nowadays that is all <3- and Anthony did so with the most flamboyant gay flare you've ever seen "I'm Jackson, it's uh, it's real nice to meet you I guess-" lil awkward chuckle go brrr

"Fredrick! Pleasure to meet you, Salem :]"

"I'm ✨Anthony✨ nice to meet ya" how did he pronounce the sparkle emoji, what- suddenly, sirens sounded in the distance

"Hate to break this lovely introduction up, but we gotta go. Now." Jackson took hold of his friends' hands and dragged them along, Fredrick being the one to make sure Salem didn't fall behind

Salem took a moment to relax, before walking through the alley. The brunette REALLY didn't like that they had to do this now. If anything, their clothes would be bloody, and the cleanup was a mess, and...

They had to stop worrying. It was going to be fine. Sure, cleanup is a mess. Learning the victim's name, and where they lived, or a relative of their's phone number, to inform them of their... ahem... unfortunate demise. It was all... procedural. They've done it for years. They knew how to do it perfectly... Until THEY showed up.

The trio had been running, sprinting through the alley to escape a group of police officers who apparently thought that they were criminals. Unfortunately, they promptly crashed into Salem, the collision likely knocking everybody over.

"Oww..."

They took a moment to gather themselves, Jackson trying to clear his vision after hitting his head on the ground, Fredrick trying to shift himself off of Anthony, and Anthony trying to free himself from underneath the fucking goliath of a man on top of him, they didn't seem to realize exactly who they'd run into...

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Jackson grunting slightly as he stood up "It's a bad idea to come this way, Then. That's where most of them are. There's less of 'em back the way you came." bun helped their friends up and glanced at Salem again as he did "wait, do i know you? Something about you gives me familiar vibes-"

"That doesn't matter right now. Jackson, where's that shortcut to your house, we can all hide there"

"Shit- uuhh- okay if I'm where I think I am, it's two alleyways over and the first left. If We wanna get there we have to move, and quick." He looked at Salem "You wanna come with us so you can lay low for a bit? The cops don't go to that side of town"

Salem took a moment to relax, before walking through the alley. The brunette REALLY didn't like that they had to do this now. If anything, their clothes would be bloody, and the cleanup was a mess, and...

They had to stop worrying. It was going to be fine. Sure, cleanup is a mess. Learning the victim's name, and where they lived, or a relative of their's phone number, to inform them of their... ahem... unfortunate demise. It was all... procedural. They've done it for years. They knew how to do it perfectly... Until THEY showed up.

The trio had been running, sprinting through the alley to escape a group of police officers who apparently thought that they were criminals. Unfortunately, they promptly crashed into Salem, the collision likely knocking everybody over.

"Oww..."

They took a moment to gather themselves, Jackson trying to clear his vision after hitting his head on the ground, Fredrick trying to shift himself off of Anthony, and Anthony trying to free himself from underneath the fucking goliath of a man on top of him, they didn't seem to realize exactly who they'd run into...

[r3formed-bulli3s]

Salem took a moment to relax, before walking through the alley. The brunette REALLY didn't like that they had to do this now. If anything, their clothes would be bloody, and the cleanup was a mess, and...

They had to stop worrying. It was going to be fine. Sure, cleanup is a mess. Learning the victim's name, and where they lived, or a relative of their's phone number, to inform them of their... ahem... unfortunate demise. It was all... procedural. They've done it for years. They knew how to do it perfectly... Until THEY showed up.

The trio had been running, sprinting through the alley to escape a group of police officers who apparently thought that they were criminals. Unfortunately, they promptly crashed into Salem, the collision likely knocking everybody over.

"Oww..."

They took a moment to gather themselves, Jackson trying to clear his vision after hitting his head on the ground, Fredrick trying to shift himself off of Anthony, and Anthony trying to free himself from underneath the fucking goliath of a man on top of him, they didn't seem to realize exactly who they'd run into...

[r3formed-bulli3s]

-_- Salem's your old friend.

"Still. Not exactly up to it"

"Maybe later"

"....."

(Ooc: we gotta plot shit first bestie. We can't dive headfirst into rp with a character we know nothing about /nm)

[r3formed-bulli3s]

Ooooooooo. You should annoy Salem.

"I..don't exactly think that's a good idea"

"I don't want to get slaughtered for annoying anybody-"

"...mm."

[r3formed-bulli3s]

Everyone, Michael got a partner :3

"Pog!!"

"Good for him"

"Nice"

[r3formed-bulli3s]

Jackson blinked and looked confused for a second before quickly reaching out and grabbing Michael's hand, squeezing it slightly in attempt to distract himself as Michael continued

" interception " (With Jackson :])

[@i-should-be-dead]

Jackson had gotten himself in a bad neighborhood, hoping to get through it before anything happened. Unfortunately that hope didn't get them very far as bun ran into a couple of people from a gang he'd been a associated with a while back, they had seemed to have a grudge against him for something or other and had attacked him.

Bun was injured, severely so in fact, large stab wounds and gashes, as well as bruises, were visible in quite a few places. They'd been trying to fight back when Michael had shown up and begun to attempt (and probably succeed) to pull him away from the fight "M-Michael what the fuck-" a small coughing fit cut him off "w-what the fuck are you doing here???" Blood soaked buns clothes, more than likely getting onto Michael as bun spoke to him.