#evxscerate

            [[ I know some of you may be opposed to this, but this blog                will be going on a semi-hiatus.. again. roleplaying springtrap                has become a bit of a chore for me, and I’m no longer as co-                mfortable and proud of how I write him as I had been; knowing                that my interpretation is out there for people to judge is honestly                nerve-racking. ]]             [[ so, until I either feel the urge to return to springtrap, or when I                get bored of my other blogs, this blog will be on a semi-hiatus.                and if or when I do return to springtrap, it’ll be on a new blog.                I will be putting this on queue three times, to ensure everyone                knows, and while I’m gone, I will be redoing all edits. ]]             [[ I’ll be getting my replies all drafted up, in case I do stay on this                blog- if anyone has any questions in this time, my IM is open. ]]

            [[ at a later time, you can find me on @abgrxndlaufer,            @sutorengusu, and @repriiisal. do note that this doesn’t                mean I’m giving up on springtrap - I still have a passion for writing                him, it just became tedious. ]]

? that’s a really backwards way of looking at it but regardless of what we’re doing, Yandere-sims popularity has gone down considerably but ok my guy

      “O-Oh, I a-apologize... It just seems like y-you did those...”

  Although, he knew it was rather irrational seeing humans are capable of decorating a place with    pumpkins, or so Alois thought since he never really saw them doing it. But he was aware what    humans do during Halloween, pumpkins being used for decoration was a hunch from the bear.

  Halloween was something Alois avoided however, like all other holidays and events the humans    celebrated for he showed no interest in them with the exception of Christmas. Though, he hadn’t    celebrated it with anyone aside from his little bunny puppet companion despite the fact that his    friends had stopped by, dropping presents off much to his surprise.

      | Meme | Accepting |

Opinion on;

Character in general: “The only good thing from FNAF 3.” - Raiji 2k16How they play them: I would actually say spot on to me at least! It’s how I imagined Springtrap would be; the broken down, grumpy/killer animatronic he is. Or in other words, I love this interpretation of Springtrap.The Mun: Haven’t talked/interacted with them (because I’m shy af) but they seem nice. ;o;

Do I:

RP with them: Sort of?? I still have to reply to that ask I sent to them in a separate post. (Unless they want to start a new one.)Want to RP with them: Yes please. 

What is my;

Overall Opinion: Quality Springtrap RPer, definitely should follow.

          It was that damned call. That damn mother fucking call that asked the old, well not really old but the somewhat out of the business guard. But he had kept tabs on it, including the new one they were opening up. But now that the new guard was ‘sick’ he was called in. Not only for that, but to take a look at the systems.

           Looking around the attraction, he stopped upon seeing the animatronic, memories and images of his previous years within the establishment coming back. A glare looking at the suite of decay and time, he sighed. Not keeping an eye on the time, and looking over it, before turning away and giving a sarcastic remark to nothing.

           “- you’re a h-horrible fucking l-liar.” a silver gaze is cast over his         [[ shoulder, peering with irritation at the other- briefly he turns to            look at her, eyes half-lidded as his arms cross over his chest. ]]         [[ the attraction was fully decorated, as to be expected, but between            the cotton spiderwebs hanging in the corners and the intricately            hidden lights in the air ducts and across the attraction (set to flicker            whenever motion was detected), he couldn’t decide if he should            laugh or tear it down. ]]            “be-b-besides. wh-w-what have YOU got to f-fear? if yo-you are scared.”

              She inches closer to him as he turns to her, gold eyes averting from him nonetheless. The spiderwebs, real or fake, make her nervous--and she can swear she’s spotted a big spider or two among them. Even so, the spiders are the scarier pieces of the attraction, rather than Springtrap, and that is certainly saying something about her priorities.

               ( At least HE isn’t small and poisonous and eight-legged. )

   ❛ n - no... i knew it! i told dad these things were haunted! i felt it! ❜

   shaky hands found their way into jacket pockets and retrieved a flip phone from its fabric cavities. messily dialing wrong number after wrong number as they found the shortening distance nerve-wracking.

   they nervously took as many steps back as they could, fearing for their life that they don’t hit wall. their face a mess of tears as they gave up on dialing the right number. a hand instead went to their hip and reached under the waist of their jacket. produced was a switchblade, red hearts designed on its handle. with a shing!, the unused blade was exposed and tip pointed in his directions.