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Angst - Accepting - @khalaesi

"What about any of this.. Makes you think you're happy?" He stares over her shoulder, black eyes locking with black eyes. How similar they were, he could see so much of himself in her. Inside and out. She's a Loomis and he'd never let her forget it. She's his legacy.

@khalaesi ★ [light]  rosa  lights  william’s  cigarette. ★ ☆ assorted word starter prompts

It's always a treat to interact with Mrs. Afton herself. It makes Phone Guy feel rather pompous proud of himself, like he's doing something particularly important for the company. After all, if Mrs. Afton tolerates likes him, he must be doing everything right!

"Hello, hello, hello!" he says when she walks in, a cheerful brrring! overlaying his words. He's as happy as ever for their bimonthly meeting, perhaps even more so than usual since he knows he has good news to share this time. The pizzaplex is thriving, customer complaints are down 15%, and fewer than a dozen people have asked him directly about what happened at the old locations! That's sure to put a pep in the boss lady's step!

"How are you today, Mrs. Afton?" His voice is warm, his posture relaxed. He's eager to get started on his report, but he doesn't want to rush her; she's almost certainly had a long day. Besides, the sooner they're done here, the sooner he has to leave and go back to work, and he'd much rather spend time here in her office than out on the pizzaplex floor fielding stupid questions.

★ — Freezes upon seeing her amid the rubble, a deer in the headlights with his flashlight pointed forward, casting a small halo of light. He shouldn't be here. ( Michael likely won't be far behind ). He doesn't think she should be here either.

Positivity :: Accepting

@muutos & @khalaesi LISTEN. I'm obsessed with you both. We don't have nearly enough threads or verses or anything. I love you even though we haven't known each other very long and I'm like.. So glad we all got together when we did. It means so much to me that you're both here. I love every single one of your muses, I love reading all your threads and following them and just being a stalker. Like hello. Cults? YES. Ugh. UGH. Get out. You're both too much.

" it's not your fault, sweetheart. you did everything you could. "

[[ both my afton boys are getting love today <3 also i uh. decided to interpret this as some weird twisted up timeline thing where rosa is around to comfort michael after jeremys bite because i can NOT get that out of my mind. im sorry it fit too well and i. hm. i promise im entirely normal about michael and his assortment of Problems. ]]

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It's safe to say at this point that Michael is an absolute wreck. It'd been a week and a half since he'd received that phone call - and, oh boy, what an experience that was, when his father picked up the phone first and the poor manager who was just looking for their night guard's emergency contact ended up in a confrontation with the owner of their entire company - and he'd hardly left his room since. Well, no, that was a lie. He'd gathered up his things, walked to his mom's house, and then shut himself in his room. There was no way in Hell he was going to deal with his father's temper. Not now. Not after the news he'd received. Maybe not ever again, not after this.

He had been on one of his quick kitchen runs, looting the pantry and fridge for just enough food and water to get by before he could make it back into his room and lock himself away again. Rosa's voice startled him, making him drop the cup he'd been holding - luckily it was just one of their shitty plastic ones, and didn't break, just clattered obnoxiously against the tile floor. Fuck, he hadn't even realized she was in the dining room.

Sighing, he didn't bother to pick up his cup, slowly turning to face his mother and brace himself on the counter, resting his weight on his elbows as if he didn't even have the strength to resist gravity's pull any longer. In all honesty, he looked the part, too, with the dark circles under his eyes looking more like black holes, and his long, curled hair that he had always prided himself upon resting on his shoulders in a tangled mess. No doubt, it would mat with only a few more days of neglect and the whole mass would need to be chopped off, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. Just as he couldn't find it in himself to care about much else lately, including what used to be the well-managed, oft-shaved scraggly little bits of facial hair he was beginning to grow in. Overall, he looked like a mess. Not that he cared. But he was sure his mother would just look upon him with concern as soon as she truly saw his face, which he really didn't want to deal with right now. He loved her, sure, but the guilt over worrying her was another drop in the already overflowing bucket he was dragging around with him everywhere he went.

"You heard, huh? Who told you? Know it wasn't William, you'd rather die than talk to him again, and, honestly, I would, too. Was it Uncle Henry? Fuck, did I manage to get him dragged into my shit too?" To be fair, Henry was going to be involved no matter what. An employee was killed by one of his and William's inventions in one of their restaurants. He just... Didn't think Henry knew that he and Jeremy had known each other. Hell, he hadn't even thought that his mother knew of Jeremy at all. He thought they had been discreet. Hopefully, none of them were aware of just how close the two had been.

He let out a steadying exhale, unfolding his hands from the counter to hide his face in them for a moment. "That's the problem, I didn't do anything. I sat all nice and safe at home while he went to his shift not knowing that he wouldn't make it back in the morning," he said, trying so, so hard to keep his voice level, but, even still, it broke. Maybe he could write it off as being rusty from disuse.

"This keeps happening." Face finally lifting from his hands, his tired eyes lock with those of his mother. Such a familiar color. For as much as he's said to be a mirror image of his father, he still received his fair share from her, in his own little ways. His eyes, gentle where he could never remember William's to be anything but piercing. His curls, his smile - she was always there with him, just less noticeably than his father was. "First Evan, now... Now Jeremy. And William still acts like he doesn't know where Lizzie ended up, but... There's been too many of these 'accidents.' These animatronics are fucking dangerous, Mom. Why doesn't anyone notice? Why isn't anybody worried?"

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