Springtrap turned around, eyes wide at Pearl’s sudden shouting. It startled him, but he eventually figured it was because of the hell hallucinations. He held his hands up and slowly approached her.

“Pearl....it’s not real, remember? Hell is tormenting you again, just keep telling yourself it’s not real...”

A defining silence fell over the bar when Alastor walked in. To an outsider, this may have been a bit unnerving. To Alastor though, this was merely just another day. His tyrannical presence tended to have such an effect on people, especially when he walked into establishments where he didn’t usually frequent. However, the growing rumors that were attached to The Crown were starting to become excessive; how could someone like him stand to ignore such magnitudes of pomp and grandeur, especially in such an unforgiving corner of Hell.

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    It was another busy day at Pearl’s club, with all the usual patrons filing in and out throughout the day. Some simply wanted a classy place to get their fix of alcohol and choice drugs, while many more were simply waiting for a chance to hear a song or two from the alluring owner.

    The past few days had been a little interesting. Talk of random outbreaks of violence were even more common as of late, rumors saying that demons were sometimes just randomly losing their minds and being overcome with uncontrollable fury, which they would then direct towards those nearby. It had become coupled with rumors of a mysterious music station that faded in and out of existence, occasionally just taking over a particular station or channel for a few songs before fading away.

    Naturally, everyone suspected it to be the handywork of the Radio Demon, but oddly he hadn’t stepped up to claim credit, just mentioning it on his talk show and playing a few of the supposedly cursed songs (which had no effect on his listeners, at least that time) just for a few laughs.

    On that day Alastor had found himself enjoying Pearl’s club once again, unwinding with a drink near the bar, waiting for a moment to talk business with his secret accomplice.

Springtrap would have been crashed if he needed energy. Thankfully and not-so-thankfully, he woke up easily and made some food. He waited for her and handed her a plate once she decided to come down, chuckling at her hair again.

“Good morning.”

Put ☎ in my ask for your muses info in my muses phone:

NAME: Pearl

RINGTONE: No Hero - JT Music

PICTURE:

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: “Tonight we strike.”

Put ¥ in my ask and my muse will rate your muse on:

Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Attraction: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Would they date them: yes | no

Favorite thing about them: Springtrap absolutely loves her personality that can go from tough as nails from one second, to cuddly bunny the next!

Least favorite thing about them: He has no complaints!

For every ➰ I get, I’ll reveal a muse that I played in the past

Alternatively: Send 💭 for a muse I wanted to write for but did not.

[ I used to roleplay as Yuichiro Hyakuya from Seraph of the End! ]