#jessinred

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Nothing haunts Alisha more then Simon's death. She had nightmares of it for weeks. Simon was a first for her in a lot of ways. 

He was the first person she cared about to ever die. 

//SEXY THEMU IS SEXY <3333

Jess scoffed, honestly annoyed with her employer. She could find another job anywhere she wanted,  she told herself, and yet she was here, at the end  of her shift, still shaken up because Chica had nearly  made it past the right door.

                          It was 6:15am now.

                                            The animatronics had returned to their                                              post on the stage, unmoved, and Jess                                              only wanted to go home and clean the                                             sweat sticking her clothes to her skin.

"Maybe if you paid them bettah  you wouldn’t have that problem”,  she retorted flatly.

                      Tired. She was so tired….

   Slowly and steadily he turned his head to take     in the night guard's dissheveled appearance —     there was no sympathy in his gaze and what little      pity there might've been was quick to harden and     resume the usual blank expression of 'bored, bored, bored'.

                           "That's interesting. I don't remember asking                             for advice. Since it was given I'm happy to                             respond in like with 'If you make a mess ...                               Clean it up.'" 

    One hand hooks up over his shoulder and he     points towards the nearby closet with brooms     and mops and supplies. 

   Staring at the stains on the floor wouldn't make     them go away, but that begged the question of     what the heck he paid the janitorial crew for if they     couldn't even do their stinking job.

    Vincent groaned and reached up with one hand to     rub his forehead — fingertips pressing into all the sore     places before dropping to his side.

The stench of blood hangs heavily in the air and threatens to gag Judith, yet despite the awful smell her expression does not shift to express her disgust. All of this will pay off in the end when her Son finally enters the world through her, she simply needs to make it through.

A part of her enjoys witnessing such violence, such horror and another, smaller part of her wishes to partake in it. However, she must restrain herself and act with love and love alone...just like how a real mother would.

//okaY BUT SYSTEM SHOCK *heart eyes*