#˗ˏˋ 🐰 ———— come out and play ! [ starters ] .

[cultbunny]

˗ˏˋ          ————        open starter    !

“ christmas killings don’t happen EVERY YEAR, you know. ” she’s very insistent on doing this because of it. she’s got the knife at the ready and everything. killing for the SPIRIT OF IT. it’s not her, of course. it’s who’s in her head. you can tell by the voice - crackly, staticky, sharp like electricity, a possession gone right. “ you and i, we should be SO LUCKY ! ” she sounds so excited about it, too, like it’s not life or death on the line. “ so stop running, would you ? ” there it is, just a touch of exasperation in her raised voice as the distance becomes wider, as she finally cuts the cute skipping and takes on a chin-up, shoulders-back, kubrick-stare gait. not her walk at all, but a man hellbent on resurrection.

[cultbunny]

˗ˏˋ          ————        closed thread    !        [    @lastafton    ]    .

half of her is SCREAMING, blind with feeling, overwhelmed, white pinprick stars at the edge of her vision. it makes seeing through the homemade rabbit mask even harder. she has to take a full pause in her skipping about to try and readjust. a few deep breaths. THE REAL HER ALMOST CAN’T TAKE IT. what causes a reaction so visceral ? she has to blink, repeatedly, has to stay still so the world doesn’t run out from under her, so she doesn’t lose her mind. it’s... just a boy. ( a boy that her brain is ready to TEAR APART. ) no. just a boy. a sullen-looking boy. and she has a knife in her hand and a costume adorned. she has the power here. she has ALWAYS had the power. her head tilts. like she’s listening to something. to someone. and when Vanny speaks, it’s her voice, but it’s crackling, like it’s travelling across an old-school telephone wire. tainted with him. “ your father sends his regards. ”

[cultbunny]

˗ˏˋ          ————        closed thread    !        [    @nightdied​    ]    .

she is... unfamiliar with him by face. but she knows his name. she knows of him. they came from the same place, the same back-alley game company in need of beta testers with no questions asked and way better pay than they should have been able to afford. he came just before her. but she doesn’t know if he’s come out with the same affliction as she.

“ tommy. ” this is vanessa talking, REALLY vanessa, fighting and trying and just a little scared. it’s been a while since the game went under, since she had a ghostglitch start piggybacking. a while since the recruiting started. a while since she started bleeding for a resurrection. days, weeks, months. ( she loses track of time so easily now, since she let him in. ) “ please. i know it’s hard. i know it’s weird. but i - i am going to understand. ” out comes her lithe hand, taking his, holding kindly, imploring. “ i PROMISE. you aren’t alone in this. ” but two’s a party, three’s a crowd. “ tell me why you left. ” she will NOT be alone in this anymore.

[cultbunny]

˗ˏˋ          ————        closed thread    !        [    @sacrilamb    ]    .

tonight was quickly shaping up to be one of the more interesting ones in recent memory. her and all her friends had done just what they were supposed to, out for BLOOD and SACRIFICE, and here she is, costume adorned minus the mask, blonde hair a high ponytail atop her head, in front of someone she’s never met before. “ well - ” she’s a little lost for what to do about it, but she’s got a smile in her voice, on her face, bright like the moonlight cutting through the forest overhead. “ - what a nice surprise ! ” she knows how all this looks. it’s BAD. knife in one hand, sack of something in the other. all alone with her breath clouding around her pretty features like dragon’s breath. but her demeanor can be a good distraction. “ hi, i’m nessa. ” a little laugh, like this is in any way casual. “ what’s got you out here so late, friend ? ” it’s actually not that late. just before midnight. the witching hour, the stories used to call it. the perfect time for a ritual.

[cultbunny]

˗ˏˋ          ————        closed thread    !        [    @fazertech    /    george hans    ]    .

another day, another dollar. vanessa’s job is about as easy and cushy as security jobs go. in a megaplex like freddy’s, there’s always something going on. but it’s never enough to really warrant her coming out of her little office. it’s rowdy kids or unruly parents or a rogue teenager trying to be funny. she only shows up when someone wants to make a POINT. and that’s fine. she doesn’t do confrontation well anyways. other parts of her do, of course, but not when she’s in her right mind and got control over her body. she’s happy listening to the radio calls and reading her book. looks better than scrolling on her phone, she always supposed.

being out on the floor, in the view of the people, is a little strange. but she’s half-in-half-out of uniform; she’s on LUNCH. warm pizza and fizzy soda and in one of the many unoccupied party rooms. catching sight of a familiar face, from cameras and closing nights and orientation. the doorway is all his. so is her attention. she is good at commanding his attention in turn. “ quick georgie. thoughts on CULTS. go. ” it’s innocent and easygoing, curious and casual, fun even. just a hypothetical. ( but maybe not. )

[cultbunny]

˗ˏˋ          ————        closed thread    !        [    @hopedoomed    ]    .

something in her is THRASHING against the cage. it is trying to BREAK FREE. it feels like her heart beating too fast, like heat thrumming in her body, like the start of a throbbing headache. he wants out so bad, to see his precious daughter. to reunite with the one he created a bloody legacy for. but the blonde will not give in.

“ elizabeth, right ? ” she sounds like only herself, no ghosts or glitches to vocalize. but there’s a certain tone, maybe like admiration, soft spoken and sweet. she uses this tone when she wants to recruit, but this is genuine, this is really just vanessa speaking to a younger girl she’s only seen in pictures and read about in articles. " i... honestly don’t know whether to say it’s a pleasure to finally meet you or not. ” and there’s a gentle, slightly-awkward laugh to punctuate her sentence.

[cultbunny]

˗ˏˋ          ————        closed thread    !        [    @shermphibia​    /    april o’ neil    ]    .

“ SO. ” the blonde is looking at the other young woman with curiosity, interest, trepidation. they don’t know one another, but vanessa knows of her. knows at least her name. ( even if she can’t quite associate it with her face yet. ) the blonde makes a point to know all manners of obstacles - families looking for their missing children, the remnants of a videogame gone far under, those who would rather see her and those with her completely wiped out. what is this girl ? “ a reporter, huh ? ” there’s the interest, peeking through to show, good at playing the part. her smile is slow but wide, very cute, playful. “ that must be lots of fun ! lots of travelling and adventures. ” her next question is what she’s been wondering this whole time, a tilt of her head to really show. “ but what brings you all the way out here ? ” not suspicious at all. just another patron asking the question she’s probably gotten a million times since she arrived.

[cultbunny]

˗ˏˋ          ————        closed thread    !        [    @weroyals    /    roxanne wolf    ]    .

the doors have closed, the locks have engaged, the megaplex is CLOSED for the evening. nighttime is in full swing just outside the giant bay windows, the light reflecting off of the squeaky tile floors all neon and multicolored. the indistinguishable silhouette of a girl in the reflection crosses the threshold, continuing on her round. being closed does not affect her in the SLIGHEST most nights. she is non-slip shoes, a uniform white button up and black slacks, a high blonde ponytail tucked under a black security cap.

where she stops is always where she stops first - THE DEN OF THE WOLF. but she is not scared. out of the band of rockstars they have playing shows every night, she kind of likes roxanne wolf the most. just for the vibes alone - she’s the badass girl of the group, the shit-talker, the one with the attitude. she’s everything vanessa wanted to be growing up. fearless and kick-ass with a hell of a fashion sense. “ hey, roxy. ” she’s in the doorway, casual and easygoing, flashlight and little tool box in hands. “ have a good night ? ” she doesn’t get to see the performances, isn’t out on the floor during operating hours unless it’s an emergency. so getting to see the band is ALWAYS a treat.

[cultbunny]

˗ˏˋ          ————        closed thread    !        [    @kiddscove    ]    .

she’s not much of a mechanic, but she knows JUST ENOUGH for the company to send her out in a futile attempt to service and repair of the ‘ classic ’ animatronic. tucked behind starry violet curtains and shadow, warning those that pass by with an OUT OF SERVICE sign. vanessa dips under the rope and enters the dusky stage without much thought. fearless, some would say; foolish, some others would chide. something stirs in her head. shifts like it’s about to wake. she is simply a blonde girl standing in front of a very tall, very lithe fox, cardinal red and flocked, out of commission for who knows how long. a small, stray part of her kind of aches at the sight of something so forgotten. “ hey buddy. ” so, she speaks to it. like he’s one of her’s, like he’s got the AI and the advanced tech to understand and respond. “ they really did a number on ya, didn’t they ? ” her voice is tender, wry, caring. she looks over his face, open maw and unblinking eyes. she pats him on the muzzle - a gesture of support. “ i’ll help you get back into shape. don’t worry. ” she sets her little tool box down, pops it open, distracts herself with that for the few moments.

[cultbunny]

˗ˏˋ          ————        closed thread    !        [    @inkmchine    ]    .

“ well, look at you ! ” she’s crouched down, eye-to-eye with the LITTLE DEVIL DARLING, eyes alight with a child-like joy not felt in decades. “ aren’t you just the most adorable thing ? ” she wants to touch, but doesn’t quite know if they would like that. so, nessa keeps her hands to herself. “ no wonder they tried to start a religion over you. ” she laughs, all the rumors and stories now aligning with what she sees in front of her.

“ and they must’ve done something right, getting you here. ” it gives her hope for her own endeavors, resurrecting the dead and neveralive her one true goal. in her rabbit suit sans-mask, she looks almost like she’s in pajamas, comfortable in all her slightly-unhinged manic joy. “ absolutely incredible. you’re incredible. ” she’s so happy to see the little thing in real-life like this. “ how does being alive feel ? ” she can’t help but ask, wide baby blues and curiosity all her own, finally taking a seat just before him with legs criss-crossed over one another like a small child enraptured at story time.

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