#curseofbreadbear

@curseofbreadbear asked: [Vanessa, burdened by her curiosity after receiving a long-winded phone call / rant from her brother the other day, had gone out of her way to look into this town's second Michael Afton. Jeez, if she only had a nickel for every "Mike" she knew.] [Searches through the internet hadn't yielded any non-fraternal results, nor had her station's database, but she somehow got lucky enough to overhear a conversation about "some purple guy" squatting in a foreclosed house. It only took a bit of extra digging to find an address. The second her shift was over, she made her way there and knocked on the door. When the door opened, she finally understood that "purple" description. Michael had hit the nail on the head -- this was a case of the living dead, alright.] ❝ Hey there. Michael, right? ❞ [She awkwardly smiled, suddenly feeling the weight of this interaction crash onto her shoulders. The more she looked, the more she saw it -- the decomposition of her own brother. The sight was wrong. Unnerving. Terrifying. Putrid. But she'd already dug her grave...so she'd have to lie in it.] ❝ ...I'm Vanessa. Do you have a minute to talk? ❞ (movie vanessa time >:) (somebody tell her to stop taking her brother's calls-))

Oh his interaction with his other self had been EXHAUSTING. He hated it. Ugh. He hopes that idiot comes to his senses eventually, but it really might take something drastic to knock some brain cells back into that brain of his.

What shocked him was a few days later there came a knock on the door. He didn't go to open it at first, but after deducing there was no sirens or police lights he goes to open it. What greets him is what he's gonna assume his own sister would have looked like had she grown older. But this wasn't Elizabeth. This was Vanessa. Michael's sister.

"Yup. That's me," he moves to the side to let her in, closing and locking the door immediately after. He hated being here. Why he'd decided to hunker down in an abandoned house he doesn't know. Oh wait, he didn't want to scare this world's Henry that's why. Otherwise he would have hid out there with him. But this version of his uncle doesn't need a rotting corpse at his doorstep.

"I assume your idiot of a brother called you." It's not even a question. He knows he did. Otherwise Vanessa wouldn't be here. Though that at least saves him the hunt to find her. Thanks Michael, you've done Mike a favor.

Roxy tilts her head and her mangled ears give a little twitch. Most of her functions are utterly ruined, and she’s sure if she had working eyes she’d be having a fit over her appearance, but thankfully the sensors every glamrock had were still functional along with 70 percent her hearing. She can’t see a thing but she can sense the walls, Cassie, and in this case most the current state of the roof above. The less claw covered endo hand reaches out to try and give the girl a gentle reassuring pat.

(My mutuals, twirling their mustaches: "What if we posted... angst?")

@curseofbreadbear fell down the rabbit hole:

"It's just like pictures in a book, Charlotte. It isn't real." -another circus baby from @/curseofbreadbear <3

˚｡⋆ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 ⟡ "THE SHINING" STARTERS ⋆｡˚

‧₊˚꒰ঌ  Real . . . The word hung in the air for Charlie like morning fog, the emphasis put on her full name a lingering bitter aftertaste in the back of her throat that just wouldn't go away.

    Although technically at odds; Charlie always had a special sympathy in her heart for the Funtime line, even if this remorse usually was met with bared fangs or the business end of a buzzsaw.

    But Circus Baby, well, she was different. Her venomous distain didn't need the assistance of sharp metal or malicious modules. Almost effortlessly, her best tool to sink into skin with was her words. It was by far her deadliest weapon, and they both knew that.

@curseofbreadbear said: [Freddy's hearing might be severely impacted, but his proximity sensors detected someone in the general vicinity. Without sight, without ( clear ) sound, it was impossible to distinguish whether this was an intruder or a guest -- he was unsure of how he ought to react, of whether it was better to issue a warning or a greeting. He hadn't encountered a guest in ages, but that was due to…outlying factors. For all he knew, the Pizzaplex was open, and he was an anomaly in its corridors.] [For now, Freddy stood; his stomach hatch "twitched," opening and closing in a manner outside of his control. Unbeknownst to him, it resembled a monster unhinging its jaws, preparing for its next meal. He tried to speak…but what came out was a garbled mess, resembling a terrible growl.] -prototype freddy for gretel >:333

" Freddy!? Freddy, are you okay?? Please be functional... "

Gretel Cassie would recognize the bear anywhere, even though his head seemed stuck under debris; Still, she watched apprehensively as he managed to free himself from that predicament anyways.

She felt a peculiar tinge of hope with how 'put together' he looked compared to the others; he evidently still had a great deal of his casing left, more than everyone else. Perhaps that meant he could be in a far better and more stable state, maybe he's the one that can help her!

That hope doesn't last.

When he faced her, she could see the true extent of his damage, and it was far worse than anything she could've thought. His garbled growl is met with a terrified scream from Cassie, who even falls back on her bottom from the shock.

No, that didn't seem friendly at all.

Jeremy had been right all along. There had been something deeply, disturbingly wrong with the animatronics, and Steven had done everything he could to get the poor kid switched to day shift as quickly as possible after witnessing it all first-hand. Bell had taken the night shift himself to cover the sudden guard rotation, unwilling to force Fitzgerald to finish even a single week in the position.

But it hadn't been enough. Day, night, it hadn't mattered; something about Jeremy specifically made the 'bots practically hateful. One second, Fitzgerald had been keeping an eye out to make sure none of the parents were targeted, the next--

Steven doesn't consider himself a very squeamish person, but he had barely made it to the restrooms before he had vomited, praying that anyone else still at the scene would have the presence of mind to call 911.

Someone must have, or else he wouldn't be here right now.

"H-Hey, wow, l-look at you!" Steven's face is pale, the bouquet in his hand swaying slightly from the tremors in his fingers. He hastily places it down on one of the hospital room's guest chairs, wiping off the water and sweat from his hands onto his slacks.

"What a trooper! Heh. You look great!" For a guy who had had his skull caved in.

"I just--I hope it's okay I'm here, the, uh... nurses let me in. I can leave. I'm just--" 'sorry' doesn't begin to cut it.

"...here. For you. I'm here for you. Yeah."

Everything had been destroyed, forcing the creature from the depths to wander further from the specialized charging station. No more visitors since the place came tumbling down. Something made the rabbit venture out of the depths, a sound that had been absent for a while. Tiny footsteps. Quick. He knows that pace well. Running, fleeing from something.

Cassie’s head felt like she was underwater ever since the elevator dropped….since Gregory-. Roxy had found her, and the two did their best to bandage what they could between the knowledge of a currently blind wolf and a child. From there the only way to go was up really, Cassie carefully riding on the wolf’s back as they made their way back into the upper layers of the ruined Plex. Once the climbing was done, Roxy carefully switched to cradling the injured girl. It was then that they both heard a voice echoing among the ruins. Cassie’s hearing aids were slowly giving their last bit of life, something she herself was feeling, but she still heard-.

Cassie’s head feels like it’s pulled above the water…..will she be sinking back down in a moment?  Roxy growls but Cassie does her best to try and calm down her canine guardian.

“R-Roxy please d-...I n-need to know….pl-please I n-need to face h-him.”