#headlinemakers

"i'm not a —" shuichi's protest dies halfway through, withering between his semi-bared teeth. this is what ouma wants from him, he's sure; a thoughtless and defensive snap, something that opens shuichi still further to the shame he feels curling in his gut. oh, so you're a bad boy, shumai-chan? belittling and overfamiliar, always with that gleam in his eye. with a clenched jaw, shuichi takes a moment to breathe, steepling his pale hands before his nose and looking anywhere but the boy before him. "abiding by the law doesn't make you good, ouma-san. not necessarily."

"listen," he begins evenly. maybe even reasonably. "i have an update from blitzø central." it's now his voice starts to climb, limbs pinwheeling almost independently from each other. "i have updated my list of people i trust and things i believe to no one and nothing!" / @headlinemakers , 𝙁𝙄𝙕𝙕𝘼𝙍𝙊𝙇𝙇𝙄 , ♡

the planes race by in terrible flashes, deep plum and wicked clementine clinging to blitzø's arms and face like smoke caressing. he's laughing the whole while, millie scooped up in one arm and his free hand viced around moxxie's wrist, more lead cuff than guiding touch. they all three sprint in a ball of noise and adrenaline until blitzø eats shit against the far wall of their lobby, rattling the whole fucking building with the force of his collision. "you bet your little imp dick we pulled that shit off!" he thunders over millie's stray cackling. "we're the immediate murder professionals, bitch! mox, you're a fucking psycho with that thing! did you see that dumbass motherfucker, all, ahh, ahh-" the clown in him blinks awake for only a moment, every expression widened into grotesquery. it's a good fucking impression. "and you just went, shut up, whore! bam!"

"oh, you want helpful?" blitzø's knuckles whiten on the gear shift, red breaking into nasty clouds of gristle and pressure. "i got a little tip for ya, how's this: sit on your fucking rifle and swivel, moxxie!" they jerk violently to one side, hard left, wheels screaming against hot concrete. the patter of millie's feet overhead tells blitzø they haven't lost her yet, but that's a small fucking miracle. if he has anything to say about it, the next body out of this van will be her deadbeat fucking husband, and hopefully he'll take his shitty fucking attitude with him. "why don't you come up with a fucking idea, huh? leave the driving to daddy and think! the fuck else are you good for? whimpering like millie left your plug in too lo- moxxie!"

"oh, come on! what the fuck, fizz?" it's not like either of them expected the moment to sit for even this long. blitzø heaves, a guttral, wet sound, clutching at his stomach with both arms. "it's like you fucking want me to call you gay. is that what you want, you sick little twink fuck? what, your big bad sex daddy too nice to you these days?" he's not sneering. he'd meant to, somewhere along the way, but it had gotten lost through his bared teeth. finds himself kind of smiling instead. motherfucking fizzarolli. guy's made of tin and cum and blitzø still can't play at irritation properly. the jab is met with silence. they often are when it's fizz he's next to. knowing his fucking luck, fizzarolli will repeat the same damn joke louder and get his robo-dick sucked for it. figures. "...no," blitzø says after a second, a beat too long in the strangling quiet. he fidgets, restless, chewing on a raw patch of tongue. "yeah. i mean... not like you are." not like millie or moxxie, either. not like lovers are. "listen, it's great. i'm banging like there's no tomorrow. i'm up to my fucking neck in bird puss and i don't have to pay his fuckin' phone bill." or answer it. or carry it around on a silver fucking tray. christ, that's so fucked up. who does that? "it's just... that's all it is. you know?"

straight up it was every fn/af animatronic explained let me take this time to state some of my fn/af non-negotiables so i can weed out the LOSERS who DO NOT KNOW BALL 1. the cry.ing ch.ild's name is EVAN i truly do not know how many times we need to go over this. 2. evan and cassidy BOTH possess gol.den fred.dy the books are not game canon and the inclusion of andrew and jake were purely to show that two souls CAN possess one animatronic it was literally to set a precedent STOP talking to me about andrew i hate it here. 3. mangle nonbinary stop annoying me

"dude, no." easier said than done for zoey, but mira's been on this little side-mission to clear her head for years now. "they're demons. they're going to say the worst shit they can think of and then they're going to forget all about it. just because rumi likes one of them, doesn't mean they're all suddenly super nice good guys. rotten within, right?" she squeezes zoey's shoulders lightly, ducking down far enough that they're almost nose to nose. "it's old habits, or whatever. they want you to feel bad because that's how they hunted back when they needed to hunt. freaks."

"oh, i promise it's also a problem for you, you smug-faced, snot-nosed, bottle-drinking little—" the air hums soft with her power, the gok-do steady and pointed neatly at his nose. it's only the clamoring of everyone else that stops her in her tracks (and the warm weight of zoey around her waist, tugging her back a step). she sneers anyway, all teeth. hopes he knows that even still, if he pushes her too far, she'll hurt him. bad. "you want to live up here, want to be free, you pull your weight. i don't like it and i don't care if you like it. this is is your home now, and if the honmoon needs us, it gets us. all of us."