#faceforgotten

[ MISSING 07 14 MISSING 07 14 MISSING 07 14 ]

semi-selective, mutuals only.  contains spoilers for the walten files. about. // rules. // verses. promo graphics by @debtwon!  art by slotherooz on twitter!

UNPROMPTED || ALWAYS ACCEPTING. || @faceforgotten​

faceforgotten asked: this is stupid. he's going goddamn /stir-crazy/ in here, that's all it is. god simply will not let him rest, and therefore he must perform his silly little experiments in this wretched little bunker. nevertheless... his bloody mouth slowly opens in a feeble, curious inquiry. "can you actually... register that i'm inside you, boozoo?" (feel free not to answer if you don't like the concept, but i like to imagine charles' reanimated body and boozoo can become friends one day)

[Charles' voice stirred the animatronic -- and caught him a bit offguard, to be frank. Boozoo didn't think he would be able to hear the voice of the man whom had been forcibly stuffed inside of him. For that matter, he didn't want to hear it -- to hear the reminder of what he and his fellow animatronics had been through.]

[It sickened him to think about it; Boozoo wasn't...himself. Not anymore. Because of the actions of one twisted individual -- "individual." Boozoo knew fully well that the one who'd thrown all of the animatronics into this predicament was Bon himself, although he wasn't certain whether the rabbit was the same one he'd shared the stage with all those years ago. He might be possessed, like him, but with a much stronger spirit -- one pushing him to do these horrid things.]

[Nevertheless, Bon had been the reason for their shared torment; the man inside of him had suffered a needlessly ghastly demise, and Boozoo had been reduced to a wastebasket holding his decaying corpse. Of course, the two of them weren't alone in this; the other animatronics in this miserable facility had shared similar fates, some deaths more horrifying than others. Either way, Boozoo didn't want to think about them -- he couldn't stand thinking about the misfortune that had befallen both himself and those he'd considered his friends.]

[As such, Boozoo was tempted not to dignify the spirit within him with a response. He didn't want to acknowledge that he was here, in this pitiful spot, let alone that he had a...a ghost, simply taking residence within his body. These were all matters that he wanted to avoid with his entire being. Yet...ignoring him would be fruitless, as well. Charles would likely only speak up again later, and the longer it went unaddressed, the more uncomfortable Boozoo would become.]

[The animatronic's expression soured, and he gave a blunt response -- showing just how little he wanted to address the issue.]

// 07.14.74 //

——— { 무궁화 꽃 이 피었 습니다 !  무궁화 꽃 이 피었 습니다 ! }

            over and over the childish voice sings, the giant robot whirling around to catch those unlucky souls who did not keep stone still.  with each repetition, gunshots ring out, and those who flinch often find themselves with a bullet in their chest, as well.

            two men, perfect strangers, play the game decisively, even though they didn’t coordinate their movements whatsoever.  number 218, cunning as he is, hides behind another player so the motion sensor cannot detect him.  player 147, acting as the wall, moves at a steady jog so he can stop on a dime—and he’s so good at it that he does not seem to even breathe.

            { 무궁화 꽃 이 피었 습니다 !  무궁화 꽃 이 피었 습니다 ! }

life and death will always lead you into love and regret— —but you have answers and i have the key !!!

two rival assassins, one steadfast private investigator, and a years-cold case blown wide open and red hot.  the enemy of one’s enemy just might be a friend.  and yet, in a life such as theirs, one can’t help but ask: how blurry is the line between hostile and heartwarming ?

// 07.14.74 //

// 07.14.74 //