Smells AWFUL like REALLY BAD. He's stuck at the corpse bloat stage and he reaks of decay but he tries to cover it up with cheap cologne which makes it WORSE.
His limbs are pretty easy to tear off all things concidered (Springtrap figures this one out all by himself!).
Repurposes an old endo-arm to replace that one his Ex took.
One of his eyes just... pops out at one point. Like while he's shaving or smth. Falls down the sink :[
He still needs sleep, actually, his insomnia is still a problem.
He doesn't need to eat, however, but he does anyways just to keep that sense of normalcy.
He doesn't have a lot of sensory feeling anymore. He's particularly blind to temperature. Thats how he keeps saying his radass monologue while probably being actually on fire.
Probably more than a little visually impaired too- even before his eye pops out.
Little things peak through the illusion disc for most people. Like he's got those jaundice'd eyes, the tips of his extremities don't have bloodflow n look purple, he still smells baaad.
Still can't get it up dying didn't help that AT ALL.
Put salt in your baked goods. Put salt in your desserts. Just do it. Please. Salt isn't just for savory, it's literally a flavor enhancer so even a pinch can take a meh recipe to one people can't stop eating. Listen to me. Your cookies and cheesecake bars are bland and uninteresting. I'm taking your hand. I'm guiding you with a gentle touch to the back. We can do this together. Trust me.
denny’s line cook eddie who always works the weekend night shifts. they start late enough to still let him still play gigs, awake and wired and needing something to fill his hands. every week though, he falls more and more in love with a boy that comes in late every saturday night. so late it’s almost morning.
he’s usually giggly and tipsy and flush, always sitting in the same booth with the same girl (maybe the coolest girl eddie’s ever seen). he always orders the same plate of pancakes and bacon and always closes his eyes so sweetly around his first bite. like he’d been thinking about it all night, like he couldn’t wait, like he’s starving.
eddie watches him, from his little window at the pass, watches him enjoy the food eddie made him. always in whatever club outfit he’d decided on that week, sometimes mesh shirts that show of the bit of softness at his middle. or with a hanky around his neck like a cowboy. or with glitter on his cheeks and shorts cut so high eddie’s left breathless over being able to see the squish of his thighs, the curve of his ass. sometimes though, it’s just a polo and jeans, and thats one of eddie’s favourites, it’s when he looked most comfortable.
every saturday eddie watches him have his fill, sit back in the booth and sigh. lay a hand on his stomach lightly, with delicate fingers and a wide palm. and eddie falls more in love.
he always watches the two leave, now quiet and sleepy after winding down for the night, and eddie sighs sadly every time, when he hears the bell tinkle and signal their exit.
he doesn’t even know his name.
steve 🥞
final <3
(this was gonna be a little thing for @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx 5+1 but then i decided it should just go here <;3 @pearynice & @scoops-aboy86 think u might like it too <3)