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My little chud
He's born
A Five Nights at Frickbear's 3 (FB3) Mod in the Custom Guards category, submitted by KiiboTheRedScout
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My little chud
He's born
A Five Nights at Frickbear's 3 (FB3) Mod in the Custom Guards category, submitted by KiiboTheRedScout
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[ Wide red eyes stare at the wall, hands twitching as they hold a gun close. Protection. Protect. Keep safe. Keep safe.
Something moves and the red eyes shift quickly, moving the gun to follow their stare.
The sheriff's eyes meet a terrified amalgamation of familiar faces, familiar features, and he grimaces. It calls for him. A loud agressive voice, to a more softer one.
It calls for him and his affection.
One move closer, and he presses back. Another move closer, and he's shrinking back into where he's sat. But it moves again, and fear acts instead of him. That insanity, that madness buried deep down acts instead of him.
It's a trigger happy thing.
Without hesitation, he pulls the trigger of the gun, in hopes it would go away. But it didn't.
It got closer. And closer. Until suddenly, it was breathing down his neck. That fear acts again, and he shoots, a growl emitting from the back of his throat.
Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear.
It's all fear. It's all paranoia.
But the second time doesn't work either.
Deacon needed this thing to go away. He needed it to leave. He hasn't fed in several days, he wasn't going to cope well. But it just wouldn't go.
It looms over him, still calling for his affection.
All he can do is lie on the ground, growl and cry in hopes that it'll both go away and somehow someone will help. ]
Hello! I'll be setting up a small smut ensemble stars valentines event. Please feel free to rb when you want to do this too!
Several prompts, not too much so go insane with it. Prompts will be turned into a fic! Please state character, prompt, (reader's gender)!
Deadline is until Feb 10 (or 14!) for me, ofcourse