#remnantbound

her heart rate is through the roof. her face screwed up with narrowed brows in horror. she should have known. [...] should have known she would be here, &. it hurt more that she'd tried to shut out the memories of their friendship. because it was easier, somehow. her excuses felt so paper-thin. no matter how real they really are. "cassidy?" she asks, kneeling down to the girl's level, even as she stands there.

     TAKES A DEEP breath.

“ I see you. ” // @remnantbound​

​                     SECUR.ITY BRE.ACH PROMPTS.

      eyes widen with a gasp as he turns sees the golden figure staring at him through the camera monitors. hands tremble as gregory tries to form some sort of plan. COME ON -- THINK OF SOMETHING. looking towards the doors, he runs and pushes them closed.

🔧 @remnantbound (𝚄𝙲𝙽 / 𝙾𝚁 𝙵𝙽𝙰𝙵? 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂)

𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜. head hanging, with an ear perking before drooping back down.

hissing rattle of crackling voice-box accompanies the shining purple glow of his plastic eyes powering on fully. dust passing through from ashes of pizzeria remains.

head slowly turns to look at the specter.

@remnantbound sought: 💬 + cassidy

Send Me 💬 + a Name and My Muse will Talk About That Person

❝  Oh so you want to know about Goldilocks? She's easily irritated but really its probably because she's intimidated by me, I am the better cousin, clearly. If she wasn't already dead and you know shelled by a bear it'd be different. Probably. Likely. I would never consider myself family with anything remotely human usually. She doesn't count. Shut up. ❞ 

He lies on all accounts since this isn't the first time but probably is the last.

QUERY FROM // @remnantbound

❛  i didn't want to do that.  ❜

" Then why did you ? " The retort is simple, and calm. He barely even looks up when he says it. " If you cannot control yourself, be it emotionally driven or not, what good are you to the world around you ? " It's a hurtful statement to say - but it is truthful. He states it bluntly, not putting any emotion or care behind it. He doesn't need to. " Evaluate yourself, and then do better next time. The last thing you want is to do the wrong thing to the wrong person. " If it's a veiled threat, he does not elaborate.

PROMPTS FOR ANGSTY CONVERSATIONS

In  a  mocking  way  he  rubs  his  wide  jaw,  pretending  to  contemplate.      ❝Hmmmm,  Yes.  ❞  He  didn't  see  any  reason  to  acknowledge  it.  ❝  If  I  intervene,  Goldilocks,  nothing  will  be  done.  ❞  He  sits,  legs  out  in  front  of  him,  already  devout  to  this.

  ❝  What  do  you  want  me  to  go  in  there  and  kill  everybody?  I  could.  ❞  He  knows  that  even  if  he  did  though  their  situation  would  not  change.  He  turns  his  gaze  away,  Funfred  doesn't  like  to  deal  with  the  hard  stuff.  He's  not  programmed  to  care  so  deeply  for  things;  he's  programmed  to  maim  and  kill.   ❝  Listen,  princess,  there's  nothing  I  can  do  about  it.  I'm  older  than  you,  maybe  not  physically  but  I  am  in  my  programming  and  I've  done  this  song  and  dance  enough  to  know.  That's  it  for  us.  This  is  it.  I  can't  do  anything  and  neither  can  you.❞