"depends, is it spiked?" cricket asks. she doesn't like to drink calories unless they're gonna get her fucked up. still, she moves into the kitchen to join beth, ready to take a glass either way. she plops her elbows down on the counter and rests her weight against her arms. "i could really use a drink right about now. sure you could too."
The big sad keeps hitting me and it will take ages for my lazy ass to get an appointment to psychiatrist, so for now I drew my babies to cheer myself up. I’ve grown fond of them I’m dying to give them a more complex sibling dynamics
And welp
Can it be considered an au since I’m not following the lore again? Like,,my C.C/Evan is 7, Liz is 10, and Michael is 15?.. Do their canonical ages even exist??
The idea of William Afton genuinely loving his children is so much more interesting to me than the alternative, not just because it's more tragic and makes his motivations make more sense, but also because it's fucking hilarious.
You are about to be obliterated from this Earth by a six-foot-something zombie rabbit, and your last moments are spent terrified and deeply confused as he shows you pictures of his kids in a blood-stained wallet: a clearly haunted bear costume, a limitlessly unnerving chrome clown doll, and what looks like Grimace's corpse left to shrivel in the sun.
The afton siblings make me so sad :(( This is them in their Happiest Day!! I think they still loved each other despite everything. They're a bit hesitant tho (for obvious reasons lol,,)