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Hellfire | Springtrap edit 🔥🔥

Who doesn't like a bit of blood!? Let's get those muses bleeding!

For the worried

"Don't worry about it, this happens sometimes."

"It's just a nosebleed."

"Some asshole punched me!"

"What? No, I'm fine, I ..."

"Oh, shit, I'm bleeding."

"Where did that come from?"

"Don't worry. Don't - don't worry..."

"I feel woozy."

"Oh, god, that's ... why am I bleeding..?"

"No, no! It's not my blood!"

"I uh. I tripped."

"It's just a bit of blood, christ, calm down."

"Ow. Um. Ow."

"I can't feel it. I should be able to .. feel it... right?"

"It's just a little cut, it's not... oh. I guess that's deeper than I thought."

For the bloodied

"Hey, you're bleeding."

"Are you okay? That's a lot of blood."

"Oh, god, are you hurt? Are you hurt?!"

"Oh no."

"You're not meant to look like that."

"What do you mean it isn't yours!?"

"I'll get you some tissues."

"Take a deep breath, okay, I'm going to help."

"Sit down, sit down."

"I'm calling an ambulance."

"You're hurt!"

"Stop trying to be brave for one minute."

"I'm getting some bandages."

"Did you punch them back?"

“I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

“Do as I say.”

“If that is how you feel, then get out.”

“You are not welcome here.”

“I hate you!”

“I never asked for your help!”

“Mind your own business.”

“Leave me alone.”

“Get out. I said get out!”

“Why are you being like this?”

“I did nothing wrong, don’t yell at me!”

“Why are you yelling?!”

“Stop that!”

“This is the last time you disobey me.”

“You will do as you are told.”

“That was an order, not a question.”

“Get over yourself!”

“You’re not as important as you think you are.”

“We would be better off if you weren’t here.”

“You have done nothing to help.”

“Why are you even here? We don’t need you.”

“That was stupid.”

“You disrespected me.”

“After all I have done for you, you do this?!”

“All you’ve told me were lies. Was anything true?”

“How could you do this?!”

“Are you waiting for permission? You won’t get it here.”

“I don’t trust you.”

“Alright, I get it, you don’t like me, but just listen!”

“Why can’t you trust me?!”

“Stand down.”

“I can’t help if you don’t let me!”

“You lied.”

“I stood up for you. I trusted you!”

Send “bonk” for my muse to accidentally run into a wall or door.

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It is a quiet day, not much was going on and it was relatively peaceful, or at least it was before there was a loud THUD against the wall. Followed by a clank of metal and a louder thud/

He roamed the halls, a habit he hasn't been able to break. But at least the halls he roams now are far nicer and far more pleasant for him in many, many ways than the halls he once roamed before. He stood within the sun light that lightly beamed through the window, looking out the window and closing his eyes as he enjoyed the nice warm touch of the sun's light.

Then his ears twitched upon hearing a noise, his eyes opening as he looks over with a low groan before he lightly tilted his head. A scratching sound. A continuous scratching that lured him over. He followed the light scratching before he spotted the source. A little brown mouse, holding a piece of cardboard and lightly nibbling on it.

A deep growl left him as he stared at the rodent before his head twitches once. Then a red glow entered his pupils before he lets out a short, roar-like yell and lunged towards the rodent, the little critter letting out a startled squeak before it ran. Running far faster than the tattered rabbit could move, instead of grabbing onto a rodent. He instead slammed his head right off the wall, trying to stop himself and causing himself to stumble and fall onto his chest with a heavy thunk.

"Are you okay?"he asked, heading over to look him over to make sure.

He really didn't know that there were mice in the house...however when he would find that out, he'd grab mouse traps. He was home enough he didn't worry about if it would smell. Hell, he'd practically been working from home the past month since he'd brought his father home, really only recently popping his head in for a while.

He then blinked once, the red in his eyes having completely disappeared when he sat up before he looked at Evan.

"...I'm fine."

He looked away as his halved ear leaned back, embarrassment from the situation settling in, though he felt light headed enough to only be minorly annoyed by it.

Another groan left him before it turned into a growl as he suddenly gripped his forehead, winching from the stinging, throbbing pain. A hiss then leaves him as he closes one eye, looking around before focusing on the mouse trying to stay hidden in the corner. A deep growl leaves him as he gave the poor frightened creature a death filled glare. As if he blames the mouse for making him hit his head, even though it was his own inability to control his urges.

". . ."

He then suddenly tries to charge at the mouse again as the red returns in his gaze with a twitch of his head, landing near it and slamming a hand near where it was, pinning it's tail with a snarl as he flops onto the floor in the process due to not being able to properly catch himself. The mouse frantically tries to squirm away. It just wanted some cardboard.

Funny how odd a being like him can act. Though one has to wonder if it's because of what he is or because of the many other factors that could affect his mind.

"Well...at least I don't have to worry about rats and mice,"he mumbled to himself, just shaking his head a bit. Still, he was glad that his dad was back home.

He waited for him to finish up with the mouse before he spoke again.

For a moment, the rabbit focused on mouse before his eyes widen and he looks over towards the young man. The tail partly hung out of the closed jaws of the mask as he looked over at Evan. He raises his ears upon hearing his statement about the illusion disk. A look of excitement placing itself on his face as his eyes brightened their silver glow a bit.

He turns to face Evan, ignoring massive headache, or at least trying to, as he raises his lower eye lids with glee. Swallowing to be able to speak. Clear excitement flowing through his gravely tone.

"OH?"

He paused for a moment before clearing his throat, the tail of the rabbit seeming to wiggle a bit before he shifts positions to sit down with a hefty thud. His tone sounding a bit more calm now than before.

"That'd be wonderful. Finally I can feel more human while having fun. Without cretins trying to take a photo of me thinking I'm some form of mythical creature or something ridiculous like that."

While he's never been spotted in the first place for that to happen, he can only imagine the odd things people would make him up to be, assuming they can't tell that he's an animatronic-like being in the first place. Granted, he isn't exactly normal looking regarding the animatronic look he has, especially by more modern designs no doubt.

He shifts a bit in his position as the grin on his mask seems to grow before he rubs is forehead with a soft hiss. The tattered rabbit closing his eyes as the grin didn't waver.

"Brilliant idea, I look forward to getting some proper fresh air."

Send “bonk” for my muse to accidentally run into a wall or door.

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It is a quiet day, not much was going on and it was relatively peaceful, or at least it was before there was a loud THUD against the wall. Followed by a clank of metal and a louder thud/

He roamed the halls, a habit he hasn't been able to break. But at least the halls he roams now are far nicer and far more pleasant for him in many, many ways than the halls he once roamed before. He stood within the sun light that lightly beamed through the window, looking out the window and closing his eyes as he enjoyed the nice warm touch of the sun's light.

Then his ears twitched upon hearing a noise, his eyes opening as he looks over with a low groan before he lightly tilted his head. A scratching sound. A continuous scratching that lured him over. He followed the light scratching before he spotted the source. A little brown mouse, holding a piece of cardboard and lightly nibbling on it.

A deep growl left him as he stared at the rodent before his head twitches once. Then a red glow entered his pupils before he lets out a short, roar-like yell and lunged towards the rodent, the little critter letting out a startled squeak before it ran. Running far faster than the tattered rabbit could move, instead of grabbing onto a rodent. He instead slammed his head right off the wall, trying to stop himself and causing himself to stumble and fall onto his chest with a heavy thunk.

"Are you okay?"he asked, heading over to look him over to make sure.

He really didn't know that there were mice in the house...however when he would find that out, he'd grab mouse traps. He was home enough he didn't worry about if it would smell. Hell, he'd practically been working from home the past month since he'd brought his father home, really only recently popping his head in for a while.

He then blinked once, the red in his eyes having completely disappeared when he sat up before he looked at Evan.

"...I'm fine."

He looked away as his halved ear leaned back, embarrassment from the situation settling in, though he felt light headed enough to only be minorly annoyed by it.

Another groan left him before it turned into a growl as he suddenly gripped his forehead, winching from the stinging, throbbing pain. A hiss then leaves him as he closes one eye, looking around before focusing on the mouse trying to stay hidden in the corner. A deep growl leaves him as he gave the poor frightened creature a death filled glare. As if he blames the mouse for making him hit his head, even though it was his own inability to control his urges.

". . ."

He then suddenly tries to charge at the mouse again as the red returns in his gaze with a twitch of his head, landing near it and slamming a hand near where it was, pinning it's tail with a snarl as he flops onto the floor in the process due to not being able to properly catch himself. The mouse frantically tries to squirm away. It just wanted some cardboard.

Funny how odd a being like him can act. Though one has to wonder if it's because of what he is or because of the many other factors that could affect his mind.

Glamtrap!

Another day, another night of roaming. Another night of trying to break free. Another night of growing frustration at his endless failed attempts. He has often thought about not doing this. About just letting himself rest and let this dingy, rat riddled maze be his home. Granted he didn't have much of a choice in the matter. But he shakes his head free of this thought each time it passes through his mind.

No.

He will not simply sit around and let himself be trapped any longer. He's been trapped for so long, he refuses to be trapped without putting up a fight.

One day it will pay off.

One day.

As he roamed tonight, he could feel the sensation of being watched. He looked up towards the camera, finding that it wasn't on. How odd, usually the 'nightguard' was the cause of such a feeling. He looked away from the camera, looking around as he squints a bit.

"...Who...is there?"

His voice rasped within the cold air, his intact ear lowering a little.

He knew he wasn't truly alone.

First, he looked at the blood, then the rabbit, then the blood again, over and over for a little bit.

The only thought he had was, bad, bad, bad.

Instead of standing his ground, he bristled and ducked for – into – the wall.

Deep, low, growl filled breaths left him as he rubbed his forehead, keeping his head lowered and his jaws closed as blood slowly dripped off of the large teeth of the mask. He then looked at the wall, his growling breaths heaving his form before he clutched the wall, digging his endoskeleton finger tips into the wall before looking away and dragging them downwards, leaving a heavy claw mark behind on the wall.

His ears then folded forwards as they leaned forwards before a deep breath left him. Glaring at the wall once again before he stepped away from it.

"...B..brat..t..."