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Awso me people I need to rp with

ghostybatter ((cutie with the ghost booty))

teleportingpastore ((Shep is Sheep))

minorleaguepurifier ((Awsome Batter design!))

big-bad-wilson ((Awsome Wilson blog reccomend Highly))

professormeller ((Badass elsen <3))

failedpurifierisoffline ((Awesome hilarious Batter <3))

avaricious-misfortune ((Awesome Zacherie blog!))

undertakerelsen ((Again with Raven it'd be totes cool Vladimir is a p awesome undertaker .o.))

halfburnt ((Art style is so awesome like omg <3 <3))

askvalerietheshifter ((Art style so awesome too <3 <3))

I guess in addition I also promote all of these blogs there super duper cool ;u;

Terribly sinful, that one.

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'Bonnie-Bun' eventually makes her leave, Zacharie giving the light an unsure flicker before opening the door again with a sigh. He pokes his head out the door just to check before nervously backing into his chair. The right door's light is flickered, proving that it's clear before he goes back to checking the cameras.

Bathrooms, Clear. Stage, Fred-Bar’s still there. Pirate Cov-Oh no. A wave of dread washes over him as he remembers that the ‘Radio Man’ told him to keep watch on ‘Foxie’, and seeing as how he’s spent a good 5 minutes paying attention to nothing but the doors, he’s let his guard down. 

"Non non non non non, where are you?" He whispers shakily at his tablet, clicking frantically through the cameras in attempt to find where the Pirate Cove horror has slinked off to, displeased to find that the guy must have snuck into a blind spot while he was distracted.

The very moment that the camera is switched to the hallway leading toward the security office, the Glitch can be seen running--no, charging--straight for the left door, teeth bared and hands out in front of him. It takes less than two seconds for him to clear the hallway, and upon running to the next blind spot, what was once a man becomes a hulking beast with its massive hands raised, poised and ready to strike.

The flesh along his chest and face where the skin had stretched to accommodate his true form had split, revealing blackened muscles that oozed with blood and posthumous fluid. Mucus and blood drips from his gaping jaws and from the excess eyes along his neck, further staining his once white tunic a sickly shade of red. As blood drips to the floor, he lunges into the opening of the room, releasing a harsh, robotic screech as he head pokes through the door. His entire body shakes from the force of the disturbing sound, but instead of attacking he inadvertently freezes up.

He doesn’t seem to be watching him.

Perhaps he could pay the pesky endoskeleton a visit.

If he could just slip out before the camera switched on…

Clicking his teeth a bit, he stares through the darkness, glowing eyes piercing through as he trains his gaze to the security camera. The light is still red. He leans forward slightly, sticking a hand out to push at the curtains, he tilts his head, allowing the left side of his jaw to all but split from the other side, exposing his pointed teeth and one of the tongues as it hangs from his mouth. Blood and pus trickle from the fresh wound, staining his tunic an odd shade of greenish-red.