I̷T̀'S͢ ͢M̕E͡

(Please remember to use trigger warnings as and when necessary)

Do you think that you’re a good person?

Do others like you? Do you want others to like you?

What do you think others like or admire about you?

How do you know when you’re in love? (romantic or platonic)

Would you or have you ever killed? What would drive you to kill? 

Do you think that killing is ever justified?

Have you ever done anything that you feel to be very morally wrong?

Should all people be treated as equal, and have the same rights?

If you committed a crime, would you accept punishment willingly?

Is suicide ever the right choice?

Is euthanasia ever the right choice?

Is it right to have an intimate relationship with somebody you don’t love?

What could make you break your own moral code? 

Have you ever doubted your own beliefs? (Spiritual, philosophical)

Would you always be loyal to your loved ones even if they wronged you?

What would you consider a fate worse than death?

Why do you love the person or people you love? (romantic or platonic)

Do you agree with capital punishment?

Could you ever forgive your worst enemy?

What’s wrong with me…?

“if we see one of them then we could play with them and maybe I can get inside!! mhm! mhm!” even though there could be a ghost inside the animatronic.Yuki would still posses it and play around with it and be like one of them.

“Y͎̮ES̗̬͎. ̭̬̳”

The animatronic is certain of that; the brats, if they even still occupy the suits, were furious with him and would try to attack him if they saw him. There was a reason his human half had disassembled the others, rendering them into useless little ghosts. He thought they couldn’t hurt him like that, but it was their fault he’d gotten stuck in this wretched trap in the first place. 

The spirit of this child didn’t hold any contempt for him, yet he couldn’t help but be a little frightened of her - perhaps his soul was remembering the fear he’d felt the fateful night. Regardless, it was clear Yuki wasn’t going anywhere - much to his frustration. 

Friendly? If Springtrap was able to laugh, he would have cackled. There was nothing friendly about him - not in life, and certainly not after the hellish death he didn’t deserve. The animatronic sauntered forward a few steps, his worn wire frame scraping against the ground. Now meters away from the human (WHYAREYOUHERE?), Springtrap threw his head forward, he let out a bloodcurdling scream, his jaws parting enough for the archer to be able to see the decaying corpse stuck inside his wires.

If Clint could hear, he was pretty sure that thing would sound as creepy as it looked. Why had he shot it? Well……… reflex really. Cautiously the archer stepped back and aside. A displeased look on his face as arrows were snapped. Damn. He couldn’t re-use snapped arrows.

Was it necessary? The beast’s jaw clenches shut - or perhaps it’s simply the way he saunters forward that lets it snap back in place - and his eyes, forever unblinking, simply stare at the man.

His voice is broken, a low moan at best, but he tries his best, not aware the man cannot hear him.

➳ Shoots two suction cup arrows right in the ominous glowing eyes of whatever the futz that was.

The ghost start it to squeeze his hand as if she wanted to break it.She always wanted to play with her big rabbit bro and if he was him then it would be fine to have some fun right? Yuki will be careful not to break him so much.

This wasn’t right.

Nothing about this situation seemed right to him - the ghost children were never able to physically touch him, merely following him like shadows - though he’d never tested the limits of their abilities, admittedly. Choking back a strangled yelp at the wispy, cold sensation spreading across his fingers, the murderer tried to back away, shaking his head.

“I - I don’t want to play! Leave me alone!” he yelled, trying to calm his panicked breaths. This little brat was going to ruin everything!

How did this little brat know his other self? That just about cemented her identity, though - she had to be one of those children, right? The ones that wouldn’t leave him the hell alone, for whatever reason!?

And what was that about her being able to do stuff to him? No way, right? It was... it had to be all in his mind!