#gcldchains

❝ I gave you everything I had. We all did. Look where that got us. ❞ William may have been a family man but he had also created these slaughter caskets with his own two hands. They were his creation, they were just how he had envisioned so why...why were they never good enough? Something the panda has held onto all these years. His own fingers clench and unclench.

✟ Ƒ Ƒ｡✟ -   ❝ As for killing you, I know there’s a line of others that want to do that. I couldn’t careless for their cause or their loss of life. As, hah, that’s how I was meant to be, right? To enjoy the suffering of others and I do. I really, really, REALLY do. ❞ He approaches slow but determined. 

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶    ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶    ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶  

the few working lights begin to flicker as ink spreads over the floor && walls, announcing his arrival before bendy hobbles into view. pace slow while he crossed the room to approach his prophet. there is no sign of aggression in his movements, perhaps the demon happened to be in a good mood for once.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthis is proved further when he actually reaches them, && he leans forward to loom over them. watching them play the instrument ╍ or rather more accurately, listens to them.

the music appears to have their near complete attention. the tune sounded... familiar to him, a strange sense of familiarity that settled in his chest && clawed away at his heart. HAS HE HEARD THIS MELODY BEFORE? the demon tried to shift through what little they remembered of the cartoons prior to this.

4. What are some of your rp pet peeves?

I only really have two. One is the usual for everyone and that's stuff being rebloged that shouldn't. Ex : personal blogs reblogging hc posts or threads.

Elizabeth just wanted to be noticed, once, to have their father look at her and mutter the two words she wants to hear ‘I’m proud.’  Instead she found herself silently sobbing on the stairs and clutching her crumpled test paper in her hands. She had gotten an A+, but daddy was busy....daddy was always busy and she was not to disturb him while he worked. Footsteps and she looks up hopefully only to see it was Michael and not William.

“M-Mikey?”