FangedRabbit

TOBY

Toby doesn't spend much time swimming, or atleast not full on diving into the water since the gash in his cheek makes it difficult to enjoy. You didn't mind it, you were just fine staying on land with him and doing whatever else you guys thought of.

First thought that came to mind? Sand castles.

"Well.. we have nothing better to do." Toby shrugged, passing you one of those small plastic shovels. He liked doing little things like this with you. It was a temporary escape from the violent lifestyle he normally led.

He enjoyed hearing your soft laughs as you worked on the sandcastle with him. Once you both were seemingly done you paused.

"OH! One second..." You hummed, making an indented ring around the castle before grabbing a plastic bucket that was by your side.

Quickly running to the water, you dipped the bucket in, filling it close to the brim. "We need water around it." You smiled, now walking back carefully as to not spill much.

JEFF

Jeff was always... odd in your opinion. you really didn't understand how he could be sitting on a towel, under an umbrella, and still have a hoodie on. It was sweltering hot, the audacity of this man.

"Oh, come onnn!" You groaned, huffing as you looked down at him. Reaching down, you tugged on the sleeve of his hoodie. "Come in the water with me."

Jeff scoffed, grinning "nah, I think im fine right here."

Whats ironic is that he's the one who suggested a beach trip in the first place, and he wouldnt even do anything! He just wanted to piss you off for sure.

"Jeffery woods, i swear!" You tugged on his hoodie more insistently. He gives in, holding his hands up in a mock surrender.

"Alright alright! Fuckin hell..." He he sighed, a shit eating grin on his face as he stood up, pulling his hoodie up n over his head.

HABIT

You and habit were finally at the beach, after about a week of basically begging him to go. Being the jerk he always was, he wouldnt even give you a clear answer. "Maybe" was all you got, nothing more nothing less.

"Hey, can we go to the beach?" Youd ask.

"Maybe." Habit would answer back with a noncommital shrug as he sharpened one of his many knives.

"So is that a yes... or no??" An irritated huff would escape you as your brows furrowed.

"Mmmm.." He paused for a long unnecessary moment. "..Maybe."

After the next few annoying "maybes", you just sighed and gave up on asking him.

So it was a little jarring when you were dragged out of bed that morning. Literally.

"Alright rabbit, happy now?" Habit said with his usual wolfish grin.

You spent most of your time at the beach getting rudely dunked under water, or dealing with habit trying to convince you there was shark a nearby that wanted to eat you.

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

TOBY

You always loved painting, it was an escape for you, something that eased your mind. So, it was only natural for you to want to paint your boyfriend, Tobias rogers.

You spent most of your time painting him. getting his anatomy just right, capturing his toothy grin with the scarred gash on his cheek, He was fucking perfect in your eyes.

"Just a little longer, hun" you hummed, swiping the last few brush strokes on the canvas.

"A-alright, no r-rush or anything." Toby said softly. He loved your paintings, and he never wanted you to feel rushed when doing them, he'd sit for days if thats what he needed to do.

"Alright! Done, let me know what you think." You smiled warmly, showing him the finished canvas.

Toby's jaw dropped, per usual. There was no way you weren't a literal fucking angel, you had to be. A sweet sweet angel that was going to have him on his knees by the end of the night. He wouldnt have it any other way.

Eyeless jack

You and Jack have been together for quite some time. While most of the other's went out of their way to avoid him, you were the complete opposite, seeking him out whenever you could. Jack found it annoying at first, but with time, your presence started to grow on him.

Now you two were basically inseparable, and he'd find himself being the one seeking you out instead.

You had a hobby in sculpting, always Making interesting sculptures of whatever you found interesting at the time. Now, when it came to thinking of what to gift jack, you had the perfect idea.

Sitting in your workshop, you got to work on making a piece that you thought he'd really like and appreciate, a realistic human heart. So for a long while you took your time sculpting out the organ, letting it dry, firing it, then glazing and firing it a second time. After all of the steps were complete, it was finally done!

You knocked on the door to Jack's study, gently pushing it open. "Hey jack, I have something for youu" you smiled big, clearly excited about whatever you had to show him.

Jack's eyes drifted downwards, noticing the way you were carrying something behind your back. "Hello, dear... What might that be?"

Jack's was always hard to read, but you had found that very subtle things gave him away. His ears were twitching slightly, picking up on any sounds you might make, his tail also swished behind him, showing his honest attentiveness.

You smiled even wider, just a little proud of the fact that you had come this far with him. "I made this for you." You held out the sculpted heart infront of him, waiting in silence for his reaction.

He remained silent for a good few seconds, but his face and body language was giving him away, hard. You noticed the pretty blue blush on his cheeks, and the even more rapid swishing of his tail. He would genuinley give you the fucking moon if he could, his heart was absolutely soaring.

Jack cleared his throat, snapping out of his loving daze for a moment " thankyou my love, its so beautiful." He said softly, his voice just below a whisper. Thats how you knew you got him good.

HABIT

Habit had been out of the house more recently, leaving you to your own devices. This wasnt anything out of the ordinary for habit, and it was something you'd gotten used to pretty fast.

You assumed he was either out torturing some poor soul, or doing whatever else habit did when he was away... not that you'd wanna find out.

You were just fine and content sitting there on the couch, doing whatever you could while you had some time to yourself. you sat with a small bowl of some beads infront of you.

In your boredome, one thing you happened to like doing was making crafts, usually little bracelets, or decor for your room. Something to make you feel just a little bit more normal.

An odd thing about habit was while yes, he was a complete jerk, he also seemed to accommodate you in ways you never expected. It was clear that he took note of your liking for crafting. Habit would come home with random little trinkets and beads he had found or picked up. He would either give them to you himself, or he would put them in the container you kept all your crafting supplies in. Either way, he would shrug if off and tell you not to read too much into it.

Too bad you were a pro at reading into things.

So when you really thought about it, you were grateful that he had been giving you these little nick nacks. He had to care somewhat if he was doing all this, your collection of trinkets had doubled in size ever since he had noticed you had a thing for them.

You wanted to show that gratitude, by making something small, but no less meaningful. Looking into the bowl of beads you had picked out, there were some purple and black ones, along with a rabbit and wolf charm.

Habit had gotten home a few hours later. He had that familiar blood iron scent on his skin that never seemed to fully go away, even when he was perfectly clean.

He noticed you, still sitting on the couch, with something in your hand. "Mmm, its late bun." He hummed, seemingly in a good mood, but you never knew with him.

"I made this.. with some of the stuff you gave me." You murmured softly, holding out the bracelet in your hands.

He stared at your outstretched hand for a moment before scoffing. "You're giving me a bracelet? Really, rabbit??" He crossed his arms, grinning. "You must have serious fuckin brain damage if you think im wearing this."

His words sounded harsh, but they didnt meet his eyes. You heard him huff before he snatched the bracelet out of your hands, striding off into his room.

The next day you scoffed as you saw the bracelet on his wrist. Bringing it up was futile though, because apparently in his words, he never told you he wouldnt wear it.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋🎧ྀི

TOBY

gives off drums for sure, like if he were in a band he'd 100% be the drummer of the group lmao (i also think itd be a rock, emo, or some kinda alternative band he'd be in).

Drums are a very physical and high intensity instrument, and I'd say that works given his canon characterization as a more hyperactive and almost manic like character. He has crazy stamina and is restless aswell, giving it his all till he genuinley can't anymore. given his backstory and all of the trauma/horrible things he's been through, drumming would be a great way for him to relieve pent up emotion or stress, a way healthier coping mechanism than taking it out on some poor civilian. If you had a genuine interest or curiosity, He'd totally teach or let you try out his drum set lmao

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JEFF

Okay lets be for real, he'd play electric guitar. Jeff is the rebellious type who goes by his own rules, and this fits because the electric guitar has always been seen as a symbol for rebellion in the music industry. He goes against the norms and makes it known that he's clearly not societies view of "normal".

Okay also, I think jeff would be the kind of person to just be annoying as fuck with his guitar aswell, like you're having a normal conversation with one of the other creeps and he'll purposely sit down nearby to "practice", playing very obnoxiously to the point you'll just have to take your conversation elsewhere or give it uo entirely.

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HABIT

Ohh boy he'd specifically play an out-of-tune piano.

Like okay hear me out, he'd play a song and one or two keys just don't sound right. so when you point it out or bring it up to him, he'll take it as an opportunity to absolutely gaslight the fuck out of you LMAOO. He 100% knows what he's doing and just wants to fuck with your head.

Alright alright, I also think out-of-tune pianos just have a certain vibe to them?? Like just very much unsettling and creepy. Even if there's one singular out of tune key it'll throw off the whole original melody and thats why I think it'd fit Habit perfectly. There's always something about Habit, even if you cant pin point it just yet, something inherently wrong, not human. Just how you might not be able to tell which key is not in tune on the first listen.

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EYELESS JACK

Jack would play the cello !!

This makes sense given the very somber or melancholic music the cello is often used to play. This really fits into not only eyeless Jack's brooding personality but also his color pallete of "gloomy" colors, consisting of blues, Grey's and blacks!! Which i find neat and fitting. If you're into those sorts of melodies, Jack would be happy to play just for you, some happiness to balance out the gut wrenching melody he's about to play.

Jack was also a doctor so I definitely believe he still uses his medical knowledge to his advantage when having to patch up injuries that the other creeps may get. Since jack has this kind of knowledge, he has to be precise when making incisions, sewing and stitching up wounds just right, and examining certain injuries. The precision he has to maintain reminds me of the meticulous precision he would also have to maintain when handling and using the bow to play the cello. Obviously not on the same level but you cant deny the skill that goes into it. making sure you move just right, apply enough pressure, and are in the perfect position. Jack takes precision very seriously.

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It started off a quiet day, too quiet.

You were just waking up, yawning and stretching before you felt a familiar dread wash over you, the same kind of dread you get when there's something close by. Lurking, just out of sight, and that feeling made your skin prickle. "Morning starshine!" There it was, That grating, deceivingly cheerful voice.

"Uhng.. what?" You groaned before letting out a tiny yelp as Habit quickly grabbed your ankle, tugging you out of bed. Struggling was pointless, his grip was too strong, and you were still finding it difficult to fully wake up, even with the fear and adrenaline pumping in your veins.

Habit dragged you through the house, down the narrow hallways, and right down the stairs, clearly not giving a fuck about your protests behind him at all.

He dropped your ankle as soon as he got to the front door, swinging it open. "We're gonna play a game rabbit! Get ya blood pumpin' real good." He grinned, the manic glint in his eyes not going unnoticed by you.

Habit watched you stand up, stepping outside with him. "what fucking game-" you snapped at him slightly, already irritated from being dragged around like some ragdoll. "Just you wait! Stay here, bun." He cut you off , speaking in a sorta lighthearted playful way, but you knew better. He walked back into the house, slamming the door behind him, leaving you alone outside for a moment.

You let out a breathe that you didnt even realize you were holding in. You stood there, in nothing but your pajamas, Feeling the dread lift off of you just a tad bit as you eyed the surrounding woods. That feeling was short lived ofcourse, you flinched at the sound of the door swinging back open behind you. Turning back to face Habit, your eyes widened, immediately focusing on the large machete he was now carrying.

"Alright! Games simple bunny, you run and hide... I chase." , habit shrugged, laughing like he wasnt silently threatening you.

"Is the machete necessary?" you hissed before you could even catch yourself.

"OH we'll find out, wont we, bun? Havent decided if i wanna see it lodged in your pretty little head yet. " His grin widened as he took note of the subtle signs of distress on your face. "Since I'm so nice, I'll give you a 60second head start, fair? One... two..."

You bolted immediately, Running into the nearby forest. Your breathe hitched as you ran, looking for anywhere to possibly hide.There was nothing but trees for miles, not a wide variety of options, so you hid behind a larger tree.

Quietly, hesitantly peaking out from behind the wood, you tried to look around, attempting to see if you could spot any movement, any signs that Habit was nearby. There was nothing, no leaves crunching, not even the sounds of any wildlife in the area, only your ragged breathing as you tried to calm your nerves.

Then there it was, right on cue. You let out a shaken yelp as you felt yourself being yanked back, your world spinning as your back hit the ground. "Caught cha' starshine." You heard habits voice as you blinked up, seeing the grin plastered on his face as he loomed over you, pinning you to the ground underneath him.

Your eyes darted back to the machete that he still had in his hand, your heart rate spiking immediately. "H-habit please!-" you muttered out. "Ah-ah-ah" he tutted, his grin widening as he noted the way you always froze when he had you like this, always steering you right on the edge of death, never really knowing if he was going to deliver it to you.

"Awh rabbit, I caught you fair and square, I mean.. i even gave you a pretty generous head start" He laughed mockingly, raising the machete higher, really taunting you.

Your vision blurred with tears that you hadn't recognized where falling. your eyes shut tight as he brought the machete down fast.

You heard the gut churning thud of the blade impaling the damp forest floor. Only a few inches away from your head.

"Hah! Jeez bun, you take everything so fuckin seriously." He chuckled, like this was all some harmless game to him, like he didn't just threaten your life, making you believe he was truly going to kill you. Habit wiped the tears from your cheeks, Tears that you had just started to register were even falling to begin with.

"Awh.. you poor thing. Did I really scare ya that bad, cotton tail??" He cooed, getting up off of you so he could stand. "Loosen uuup" He drawled, like this whole scenario wasn't a big deal. And you figured that to him, it really wasnt.

"Can't have ya dying on me just yet, bun." He shrugged, seemingly bored now, pulling you up off of the ground like you weighed nothing.

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