#fivenightsleft

Molten Freddy’s pile stands in the closest area to the office linked by a vent passage, rubbing the appendages barely resembling hands together as he looked VERY pleased with himself for some reason...

Spaghetti Bear, WHAT did you do?

His endeavor changes completely when Springtrap (”Miketrap” as how he’s gotten familiar with the zombie bunny with) is moving past him. He immediately panics.

“ W-WAIT! W-A-A-AAAAIT!! ” He tackles the other, wires and parts of his messy body wrapping around Miketrap to keep him from reaching the office. It would look like an hostile or aggressive gesture, hadn’t it been for the bear’s expression looking like a deer caught in headlights. Even with his single amber optic, you could almost feel him darting his gaze everywhere when his head looked down at the rabbit.

“ I-it’s... ummm... be-e-etter if you, don’t e-enter the office r-right now, e-eheh. ”

IN HER HEART MICHIRU FELT LIKE SHE GOT INTO A TRAP OF THOSE COURAGE TESTS WESTERNERS TALKED ABOUT ———————— meeting someone in this wack place already was something she didn’t want, but especially a person in such a suit was no bueno in her mind. michiru had felt a source of death lurk about. is this perhaps it?

she had taken many steps away before the other even spoke while holding onto her phone’s light and a knife. “ who - what the hell?! ” she squeaks out. “ you don’t sound like a - ANYWAYS! ” she shakes her head and attempts to calm her heart a bit. it seems the other is as lost as she is.

   “oh... IT’S YOU.     how you’ve changed... perhaps, for the worst.”

   tangled wires twitch as the once-animatronic slithers across the ground. how many YEARS has it been? how did ennard even know it was michael to begin with? it’s better to not ask questions. eyes scan the spring-locked suit, how decayed it was. the shape felt familiar... but they can’t tell what it was about it. but it gave them a sense of DANGER.

Blue eyes peer up at the figure ( ah— she’s a bit far from home, now that she thinks about it ), the sound of something moving having been what caught her attention. If she is fearful, it does not show in her expression, ever sweet smile on her lips. 

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where do i begin? ( i say that, but you know what subject i’m going to talk about here with saeru since i mentioned it in the gc, but, ya know. )

one thing i absolutely cannot stand–& i’m thankful isn’t really a prominent fandom trope anymore, i would think–is this idea of shipping saeru with everyone in the mekadan / every character / implying that he’d fuck / have interest in the lot of them. like, i understand ; saeru is kind of a creep. he’s often portrayed as a character who is arrogant, teasing in a way ( except in canon, this isn’t flirtatious teasing. it’s vile, ego-fueled, superiority-complexed drunk-on-power taunting that he does, but ), this snman ( snake man ) licks blood off his fingers in canon & adores seeing people afraid / in pain. it’s disgusting, he’s gross, i hate him, we know this.

but where does this idea that he would fuck everyone come from? is it because he’s the pretty boy villain who’s often portrayed as having no boundaries? it’s endlessly frustrating to me, because it kind of goes against his character 100% ; he doesn’t care about anyone in the dan ( or at all, he doesn’t even care about the other snakes dying except for the queen ) unless it’s say, marry, & even then that’s not fully care — that’s a matter of her being an essential chess piece for him above a pawn. her body hosts the queen snake, so he needs her, but it’s not as if he doesn’t manipulate her either. the rest of the dan? pawns, if not target practice for him, or spare bodies to hop from ; yeah, he uses ka.no for instance, but do you think he was interested in him? no —  he just hung a weakness over his head & got him to do his dirty work. shint.aro? probably thought his death to ‘save’ kono.ha in LTM was stupid, not touching — risking a life for a friend? pathetic, in his eyes. they don’t matter to him, what attraction would he hold to them?

A pile of wires hung from a vent opening, they seemed to sway slightly even though no breeze was brushing past it. Not an uncommon sight in the establishment-- one could say this place is kept together on duct tape, how sanitation hasn’t hit it yet is amusing.

However, some of the wires coiled while more rapidly slithered out, some had mechanical eyeballs-- until a disfigured ursine head slipped out, hanging upside down by wires and metal at the base. Even through the heavy facial damage it seemed to smile creepily as its amber optical looked into the room.

๑ - “Ah...that was pretty close..” she began to mutter to herself, shutting the door of the abandoned building tightly behind her. She could hear thunder booming outside with a ferocity near strong enough to shake this place’s dirty walls.  She was thankful that the bit of rain that had started to gather on her shirt and hair were nothing compared to the torrent that she heard right outside the door. 

Kirie gave a shiver, rubbing the sides of her arms and stomping her feet to try and regain some lost warmth. There was something vaguely...off, about this place. The same sort of uneasy feeling she got when she was hospitalized last summer. She’d have tried to move elsewhere, but the situation had her rooted pretty firmly here.

She tried to ignore it. Reaching out her hand in front of her, she tried to start the process of making sense of her  surrounding; giving her eyes time to adjust to the lightning of this new ‘shelter’.

“A-ah..I really hate the dark...” 

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