Nov 13, 2025
Oh no. The two headache-causers are synergizing.
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Oh no. The two headache-causers are synergizing.
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@funbonded (Hehehehehe >:D)
Steel Wool Hills, Kennington drive. January 9th, 2:04 AM.Β
It was the dead of night, and all was still in the Fitzsimmons household. No sounds except for the sound of clock ticking in the kitchen downstairs, and its residentsβ Millie Fitzsimmons, Annabel Lee the cat, and Millieβs grandfather, Kennyβ were all fast asleep.Β
β¦only, that stillness was interrupted.Β
An annoyed groaning sound came from Millie as she slowly sat up in her bed, surprisingly not disturbing Annabel Lee, having been awoken by an odd sound coming from downstairs. It sounded like⦠grinding? The teenager blinked some sleep out of her eyes and moved the eye mask she was wearing up onto her head; what could possibly be making that noise at this hour?
Against her better judgement, she decided to investigate. Putting on some socks and grabbing a flashlight, she crept downstairs as quietly as possible (so as not to wake up her grandpa) until she eventually reached the basement, where the noise was coming from-- though it had suspiciously stopped as she entered.Β
She shone the flashlight around the pitch-black, soundproof room to see if there was anything that could be making the odd sound... but found nothing. It was all just the typical big comfortable chair, end table, TV, back rooms used for storage, et cetera.
She yawned. "Mhhhh... m'probably imagining things...."
Yes, she was probably just hearing things. And thus, with that in mind, she decided to just go back to sleep. So she turned to head back upstairs, but just as she did....
@funbonded asked: β you can ask me anything you want. i promise i'll answer truthfully except the things i feel like lying about. β
Honestly, they should've expected that type of response. It earns him a roll of their eyes and a slight, slight smile. Still getting on her nerves relentlessly. ( Hey, I like this guy! ) She shakes something off, going to light up a cigarette as she leans against the wall. Despite her grievances and his insistence on pushing her buttons, Veronica can't necessarily deny they missed Funfred. They're glad he's back and from what she can tell, pretty alright condition.
" Well, that kind of defeats the purpose, don't you think? " She turns to actually look at him, her cigarette smoke floating up into the air around her head. " But, whatever. I'll bite your hook. Where ya been, Funfred? And don't say killing people, you've used that answer twice now! "
I've Become What You Like! I Have Taught Myself to Let Go!
@funbonded β " I remember everything. I'm what you made and more."
Cold eyes fixated onto the familiar shape of one of his creations. Oh, the memories of a fleeting past of flesh and living. It brings that rush of joy, the pleasure he had watching his horrific abominations gather for him. Such a distant past, before circumstances changed, before he had lost his flesh. What some would refer to as 'the good ol' days'. Father's favorite little monsters. . . A low chuckle escapes the broken flesh and machinery--a mix of human and mechanical tones, "That is some time to remember everything, child." The head jerks to the side, the jaw uselessly opening and closing as the joints creak from rust and age, "I do hope you have not become soft in your growth. It would be rather disappointing if one of my greatest creations were reduced to a little child's plaything."
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@funbonded found a lost lapine
Time was a blurry thing since the moment she powered on in that glass box, but Bonnet was rather sure much of it had passed. Her poor condition if anythingΒ was evidence of it, but when her eyes adjusted she could tell she was being displayed as some sort of museum piece. No thatΒ wouldn't do at all, Bonnet hated boxes but it wasnβt just that. If she was here then where were Funfred and Bonbon?
It took her what felt like an hour to lift the glass up high enough to wiggle her way out, when the realization that throwing herself in a panic against the walls wouldnβt work, but not as long to find her way to a familiar comfort. The ventilation was much more big then she was used to but she knew sheβd learn the paths with time. It took an entire week to find thread and cloth to patch up and cover the holes in her body. Then after another week of struggling to pull herself through the vents, and fretting over where her family friends might have ended up-
Bonnet found herself in the vent of one of the many areas sheβd yet to explore, a Funhouse? Finally an attraction, sheβd seen a few at this point, with some style around here.
@funbonded / ruin starter call !!
β β He'd approached the Funhouse with an overabundance of caution, moving through the ruined structure as quietly as possible with his flashlight held low. Still, can't help the quiet whine when he catches glimpse of the animatronic.
"Of course you'd still be active,"
π¬ + Freddy's your favorite Rockstar.
Send π¬ + a rumor and my muse will react to it.
He sighs, but it's indulgent. "I don't play favourites," he says, a smile creeping at the corners of his mouth. "I love all my creations equally." A pause. "--except Funtime Freddy." An absolutely uncalled for slam on the panda out of nowhere, and not even applicable, since he didn't finish the design process.