In-game the rain/smoke and sparks are not part of the frames, so these are not perfect. I tried to put them back together the best I could, Raw files here.
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In-game the rain/smoke and sparks are not part of the frames, so these are not perfect. I tried to put them back together the best I could, Raw files here.
ANYWAYS! If you’re a fnaf blog or batim blog, could you reblog this?
I’m looking for more of y'all to follow, and will check out the blog of anyone who reblogs.
Blackout || Short Story
It had been a long few months, with minimum contact with anyone outside of the business, it was hard for William to maintain any relationships he had; including Noah. He felt like shit for not being able to call very often but was happy when they were able to speak. He didn't know about anything that might have been happening on Noah side, which was worrying but he trusted Noah to tell him when something is wrong, probably a bad idea but still.
He stretched in his seat, looking up at the dark mahogany walls that were stained with the scent of cigarette smoke and alcohol. It was almost 3 in the morning, and he was sure Noah was sleeping so he wouldn't dare call and disturb his partner. He closed his eyes, sighing heavily as he took in the all-too-familiar surroundings.
A wave of exhaustion came over him, he still needed to do about 600 more paperwork for the liabilities and new insurance policies that came with the renewal of the business. He wishes he could just take a month off to get married and spend time with his family. Still, he had to work, to provide for his family.
In his exhausted daze, though no one should be here in these hours, he swore he heard a little girl's laugh from down the hall nearest the back door. He opened his eyes again, getting up and reaching for the flashlight to see.
Making his way out his office and down the hall, from pillar to post as he traveled from the different areas of the establishment trying to find the little girl, finding none. He scratched his head in confusion, wondering where this child could have gone. He made his way to the kitchen, hoping to just drink some cold water to clear his head. Once there, he made his way to find a glass to fill with water; A familiar melody plays causing him to turn around and face the source of it.
A small music box left on the counter. It played the song "Grandfather's Clock" as it ticked. Moving closer, he watched on as it played, remembering the melody that was burned into his mind.
"I remember you. But I'm not afraid of you."
William's eyes widened at the voice, turning back to where he came from to see her.
"Not anymore..."
The song ended, his flashlight died, and the last thing he saw was the undead, mangled face of Charlotte lunging towards him.
Hey 👋 just wondering if Tumblr is eating your asks and notifications too? Oh! And r u still doing the RP thread with me and r3lif3inabottl3 ? The guy with the Noah muse?
Yeah actually, Tumblr has been a bit glitchy along with the fact that I’m actually trying to do some other things that have a bit more importance as of right now.
Okie dokie thanks for letting me know! :)
I will be getting around back to it soon! I'll add one in real quick before I have to go out for a party!
Hey 👋 just wondering if Tumblr is eating your asks and notifications too? Oh! And r u still doing the RP thread with me and r3lif3inabottl3 ? The guy with the Noah muse?
Yeah actually, Tumblr has been a bit glitchy along with the fact that I’m actually trying to do some other things that have a bit more importance as of right now.
The boy had been sitting on the porch for ages now. Too nervous to knock on the front door. He’d heard that this man was a loner from the neighbors. That he never comes out of his big house. Leslie had been hoping to invite the man somewhere. Just to get out of the wrecked home. He knew how it felt, to be trapped somewhere. But he had no money and had been living on the streets, homeless, ever since Beacon. He slowly stood up, tired of waiting. Leslie walked up to the door, and knocked lightly.
The knock got an immediate response, a rather negative one. “CAN’T YOU FUCKING READ?! THE SIGN SAYS NO FUCKING SOLICITORS! GO THE FUCK AWAY! NOW! I SWEAR TO GOD I’M GONNA FUCKING GRAB THE GUN AND SHOOT WHOEVER’S OUT THERE IF YOU DON’T LEAVE IN LIKE FIVE FUCKING SECONDS!”
Huh. Cheery. Sounds like he’s having a better day than usual.
Noah brought back a glass of warm milk, holding it out to the other to drink. “Here.”
William knew they weren't fit to be guardians for this kid, the adoption centers won't even take him unless they were to just send him to a mental institution, and William knows how bad those can get.
William knows how bad it can be on there so he wouldn't ever place someone inside one of them unless they were on the brink of suicide or something else.
He stepped out of the room, maybe an old friend might be able to help with taking care of Leslie. Just maybe.
The boy had been sitting on the porch for ages now. Too nervous to knock on the front door. He’d heard that this man was a loner from the neighbors. That he never comes out of his big house. Leslie had been hoping to invite the man somewhere. Just to get out of the wrecked home. He knew how it felt, to be trapped somewhere. But he had no money and had been living on the streets, homeless, ever since Beacon. He slowly stood up, tired of waiting. Leslie walked up to the door, and knocked lightly.
The knock got an immediate response, a rather negative one. “CAN’T YOU FUCKING READ?! THE SIGN SAYS NO FUCKING SOLICITORS! GO THE FUCK AWAY! NOW! I SWEAR TO GOD I’M GONNA FUCKING GRAB THE GUN AND SHOOT WHOEVER’S OUT THERE IF YOU DON’T LEAVE IN LIKE FIVE FUCKING SECONDS!”
Huh. Cheery. Sounds like he’s having a better day than usual.
“Feel better?” Noah asked, gently petting Leslie’s hair. He watched him carefully.
Leslie moaned a tiny bit. He let out a sighed, “Y-Yeeeeeessss….” He was now completely out of littlespace. It just switched off like a light…he was too calm for such high energy right now.
“Good. Now, can I get you anything? More vodka? Food?“He barely had enough as it was, but he’d roll with the punches.
Leslie looked at him for a bit. Processing everything. “C-Can it be bo-th? Pl-Please?” He was hungry and thirsty, so why not?
Noah walked off, making a peanut butter sandwich and pouring a glass of vodka. He came back, handing him everything. “Here.”
Leslie sat up and took the sandwich and glass. “Th-Thank you…” He pretty much wolfed everything down. Or, tried to…he finished everything within about 5 minutes. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and hiccuped a bit, blushing again from the larger glass of vodka he’d just drank. “Thhhhhaaaank yooou No-*hic*-ah~…” He slurred, Leslie was definitely a lightweight…
“No problem. I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Noah froze as he heard laughter. Oh no. Oh god no, not now. Observer….
“Hide.” He whispered, grabbing the nearest weapon, a vase.
Leslie, not understanding what was going on fully, only heard the word “hide” and some laughter. “Hmmm *hic* *hiccup* okkkaaaaayy!…” He said with a smile. Putting his hand out flat in front of him and teleporting completely out of the living room and into…what looked like a closet?
Noah swallowed heavily and started searching for the Observer. It didn’t take long to find him, laughing in the kitchen. He ran to attack him, but The Observer teleported away the moment he tried.
Leslie heard the laughter and then…it stopped.
The closet he was in felt a lot more cramped now… Leslie looked to his right and saw a man, bigger than him, with glowing glasses. He was breathing heavily and smiling like some sort of thing out of a nightmare.
Leslie screamed loud and busted out of the closet. Tears already falling down his face. He heard the insane high-pitched laughter again. He kept running, finding a new hiding spot under Noah’s bed.
He was trying to stay silent while crying.
It wasn’t working.
“LESLIE!” he yelled, running to his bedroom to find The Observer heading towards his bed. Noah hit him upside the head with his weapon, causing the other to dissapear.
“LESLIE, are you okay?!” Noah yelled, looking around, and eventually under the bed.
Leslie was terrified and crying, an ugly mess for sure. He was completely in littlespace now from being so scared. He could barely even talk much, but he did when Noah found him.
He got out from under Noah’s bed, big tears streamed down his face as he whimpered and groaned.
He grabbed hold of Noah’s shirt with his hands and put his head in his chest. “I-I don wanna g-get scawred *hic* n-no more! Don wanna *hic* g-et H-Hurt any *hic* more! *hic* *hiccup*” it was a miracle that he wasn’t yelling or having a tantrum. But Leslie was trying to control himself even with him being so Little, he was trying to be Big, he’d never been fully Little before. Even out of Beacon.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, I’ve got you. I’ve got you. Okay? Okay?” He cradled him, bumping him up and down.
Inside, Noah was panicking. He wasn’t dealt to handle things like this. He wasn’t ready to be a parent! Oh god. Oh god, oh man.
After a long while Leslie stopped crying. He was still shaken up for sure. But now that he knew the monster was gone he allowed himself to be fully Little for the first time. He relaxed in Noah’s arms. More tired than anything else, but still on edge. He just wanted a bottle and his paci now, maybe a nap too.
He rested his head on Noah’s shoulder, still loosely hanging on to his clothes. He hoped Noah would get the message that he was done for today.
“There we go. It’s okay. It’s okay. There we go. Hereeeeee we go.” He gently kissed Leslie’s forehead, bumping him up and down in an attempt to calm him down.
Leslie let himself be completely off guard and sleepy. “Mhmnnn…tiwred Papa….slweepy cuddles…plwease…” He tiredly moaned. Leslie smiled at the kiss. He just wanted to be completely Little like this as long as he could…
He wanted to play too!
But the adrenaline rush of what just happened had already faded. Now he was just left with what he felt. Exhaustion, and just wanting to be cared for and loved again.
“Okay. We can cuddle. We can cuddle.” Noah hugged Leslie tightly, heading towards the car. He needed to get somewhere safe. William’s house. He had a spare key to the door.
“T’ank you Papa….m slweepy…..” Leslie slurred. Head and eyes still heavy as he got buckled into the back seat.
“Then sleep. It’ll be okay.” Noah got into the driver’s seat, driving to William’s house. He unlocked the door using the key he had and walked inside cradling Leslie.
Leslie fell asleep on the car ride over. The ride soothing him to sleep easily. He didn’t even wake up when Noah carried him inside the different house. Leslie was snoring lightly and he had his thumb loosely in his mouth.
Noah laid Leslie on a couch and called William again, telling him he was in his house after the Observer had attacked.
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Leslie turned a bit on his side. Sighing in his sleep and his thumb still in his mouth.
William was swamped with work but was finally able to listen to the phone, he took the phone and ran through the missed messages and listened to Noah talk. Once he got a grasp on the situation, he would have called work and said he needed to go on emergency leave before heading off to his house.
When he came home, he would have seen Leslie sleeping and Noah doing whatever how would be doing.
Noah was running his hands through his hair, watching Leslie. He chewed his lip. He ran to hug William when he arrived, apologizing for any inconvenience. He explained the situation, that Leslie had randomly teleported in his house and was basically a child. He went on to describe the Observer’s attack.
Leslie woke up a bit when he heard two people talking. Noah and William. All he heard was Noah saying how Leslie had been found in the closet by the Observer, and Leslie froze in fear, if it was possible from his albino features his face would’ve been even paler than before. He started to shake and cry all over again and whimper.
All he could remember was the Observer’s face and laughter and it’s breathing right next to him.
“….P-Papa….” Leslie squeaked out, barely even audible. Shrinking back into the couch and curling up into a ball. Terrified all over again. Letting his regressed imagination run a muck.
William shook his head as Noah explained everything that had happened, turning his head over to see the boy practically having a panic attack. He slowly approached the boy, calling out in a soft voice, “Hey, hey. Calm down, please. You’ll be okay.” He attempts to comfort the boy, not making any contact besides verbal.
He turned to Noah, “So what do we do now?”
Noah cradled Leslie, gently rocking him back and forth. It felt weird to do this to a grown man, but someone had to do it.
“I tried finding a guardian for him. It looks like he was abandoned. I hate to put this on you, but I think we’ll have to take care of him. What else can we do?”
William didn't hide his saddened expression, "Are you sure we are going to be able to take care of him? Remove our funds from the situation; what about the danger we could put him in?" William sighed, running his hands through his hair as he paced around.
The boy had been sitting on the porch for ages now. Too nervous to knock on the front door. He’d heard that this man was a loner from the neighbors. That he never comes out of his big house. Leslie had been hoping to invite the man somewhere. Just to get out of the wrecked home. He knew how it felt, to be trapped somewhere. But he had no money and had been living on the streets, homeless, ever since Beacon. He slowly stood up, tired of waiting. Leslie walked up to the door, and knocked lightly.
The knock got an immediate response, a rather negative one. “CAN’T YOU FUCKING READ?! THE SIGN SAYS NO FUCKING SOLICITORS! GO THE FUCK AWAY! NOW! I SWEAR TO GOD I’M GONNA FUCKING GRAB THE GUN AND SHOOT WHOEVER’S OUT THERE IF YOU DON’T LEAVE IN LIKE FIVE FUCKING SECONDS!”
Huh. Cheery. Sounds like he’s having a better day than usual.
“Feel better?” Noah asked, gently petting Leslie’s hair. He watched him carefully.
Leslie moaned a tiny bit. He let out a sighed, “Y-Yeeeeeessss….” He was now completely out of littlespace. It just switched off like a light…he was too calm for such high energy right now.
“Good. Now, can I get you anything? More vodka? Food?“He barely had enough as it was, but he’d roll with the punches.
Leslie looked at him for a bit. Processing everything. “C-Can it be bo-th? Pl-Please?” He was hungry and thirsty, so why not?
Noah walked off, making a peanut butter sandwich and pouring a glass of vodka. He came back, handing him everything. “Here.”
Leslie sat up and took the sandwich and glass. “Th-Thank you…” He pretty much wolfed everything down. Or, tried to…he finished everything within about 5 minutes. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and hiccuped a bit, blushing again from the larger glass of vodka he’d just drank. “Thhhhhaaaank yooou No-*hic*-ah~…” He slurred, Leslie was definitely a lightweight…
“No problem. I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Noah froze as he heard laughter. Oh no. Oh god no, not now. Observer….
“Hide.” He whispered, grabbing the nearest weapon, a vase.
Leslie, not understanding what was going on fully, only heard the word “hide” and some laughter. “Hmmm *hic* *hiccup* okkkaaaaayy!…” He said with a smile. Putting his hand out flat in front of him and teleporting completely out of the living room and into…what looked like a closet?
Noah swallowed heavily and started searching for the Observer. It didn’t take long to find him, laughing in the kitchen. He ran to attack him, but The Observer teleported away the moment he tried.
Leslie heard the laughter and then…it stopped.
The closet he was in felt a lot more cramped now… Leslie looked to his right and saw a man, bigger than him, with glowing glasses. He was breathing heavily and smiling like some sort of thing out of a nightmare.
Leslie screamed loud and busted out of the closet. Tears already falling down his face. He heard the insane high-pitched laughter again. He kept running, finding a new hiding spot under Noah’s bed.
He was trying to stay silent while crying.
It wasn’t working.
“LESLIE!” he yelled, running to his bedroom to find The Observer heading towards his bed. Noah hit him upside the head with his weapon, causing the other to dissapear.
“LESLIE, are you okay?!” Noah yelled, looking around, and eventually under the bed.
Leslie was terrified and crying, an ugly mess for sure. He was completely in littlespace now from being so scared. He could barely even talk much, but he did when Noah found him.
He got out from under Noah’s bed, big tears streamed down his face as he whimpered and groaned.
He grabbed hold of Noah’s shirt with his hands and put his head in his chest. “I-I don wanna g-get scawred *hic* n-no more! Don wanna *hic* g-et H-Hurt any *hic* more! *hic* *hiccup*” it was a miracle that he wasn’t yelling or having a tantrum. But Leslie was trying to control himself even with him being so Little, he was trying to be Big, he’d never been fully Little before. Even out of Beacon.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, I’ve got you. I’ve got you. Okay? Okay?” He cradled him, bumping him up and down.
Inside, Noah was panicking. He wasn’t dealt to handle things like this. He wasn’t ready to be a parent! Oh god. Oh god, oh man.
After a long while Leslie stopped crying. He was still shaken up for sure. But now that he knew the monster was gone he allowed himself to be fully Little for the first time. He relaxed in Noah’s arms. More tired than anything else, but still on edge. He just wanted a bottle and his paci now, maybe a nap too.
He rested his head on Noah’s shoulder, still loosely hanging on to his clothes. He hoped Noah would get the message that he was done for today.
“There we go. It’s okay. It’s okay. There we go. Hereeeeee we go.” He gently kissed Leslie’s forehead, bumping him up and down in an attempt to calm him down.
Leslie let himself be completely off guard and sleepy. “Mhmnnn…tiwred Papa….slweepy cuddles…plwease…” He tiredly moaned. Leslie smiled at the kiss. He just wanted to be completely Little like this as long as he could…
He wanted to play too!
But the adrenaline rush of what just happened had already faded. Now he was just left with what he felt. Exhaustion, and just wanting to be cared for and loved again.
“Okay. We can cuddle. We can cuddle.” Noah hugged Leslie tightly, heading towards the car. He needed to get somewhere safe. William’s house. He had a spare key to the door.
“T’ank you Papa….m slweepy…..” Leslie slurred. Head and eyes still heavy as he got buckled into the back seat.
“Then sleep. It’ll be okay.” Noah got into the driver’s seat, driving to William’s house. He unlocked the door using the key he had and walked inside cradling Leslie.
Leslie fell asleep on the car ride over. The ride soothing him to sleep easily. He didn’t even wake up when Noah carried him inside the different house. Leslie was snoring lightly and he had his thumb loosely in his mouth.
Noah laid Leslie on a couch and called William again, telling him he was in his house after the Observer had attacked.
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Leslie turned a bit on his side. Sighing in his sleep and his thumb still in his mouth.
William was swamped with work but was finally able to listen to the phone, he took the phone and ran through the missed messages and listened to Noah talk. Once he got a grasp on the situation, he would have called work and said he needed to go on emergency leave before heading off to his house.
When he came home, he would have seen Leslie sleeping and Noah doing whatever how would be doing.
Noah was running his hands through his hair, watching Leslie. He chewed his lip. He ran to hug William when he arrived, apologizing for any inconvenience. He explained the situation, that Leslie had randomly teleported in his house and was basically a child. He went on to describe the Observer’s attack.
Leslie woke up a bit when he heard two people talking. Noah and William. All he heard was Noah saying how Leslie had been found in the closet by the Observer, and Leslie froze in fear, if it was possible from his albino features his face would’ve been even paler than before. He started to shake and cry all over again and whimper.
All he could remember was the Observer’s face and laughter and it’s breathing right next to him.
“….P-Papa….” Leslie squeaked out, barely even audible. Shrinking back into the couch and curling up into a ball. Terrified all over again. Letting his regressed imagination run a muck.
William shook his head as Noah explained everything that had happened, turning his head over to see the boy practically having a panic attack. He slowly approached the boy, calling out in a soft voice, "Hey, hey. Calm down, please. You'll be okay." He attempts to comfort the boy, not making any contact besides verbal.
He turned to Noah, "So what do we do now?"
The boy had been sitting on the porch for ages now. Too nervous to knock on the front door. He’d heard that this man was a loner from the neighbors. That he never comes out of his big house. Leslie had been hoping to invite the man somewhere. Just to get out of the wrecked home. He knew how it felt, to be trapped somewhere. But he had no money and had been living on the streets, homeless, ever since Beacon. He slowly stood up, tired of waiting. Leslie walked up to the door, and knocked lightly.
The knock got an immediate response, a rather negative one. “CAN’T YOU FUCKING READ?! THE SIGN SAYS NO FUCKING SOLICITORS! GO THE FUCK AWAY! NOW! I SWEAR TO GOD I’M GONNA FUCKING GRAB THE GUN AND SHOOT WHOEVER’S OUT THERE IF YOU DON’T LEAVE IN LIKE FIVE FUCKING SECONDS!”
Huh. Cheery. Sounds like he’s having a better day than usual.
“Feel better?” Noah asked, gently petting Leslie’s hair. He watched him carefully.
Leslie moaned a tiny bit. He let out a sighed, “Y-Yeeeeeessss….” He was now completely out of littlespace. It just switched off like a light…he was too calm for such high energy right now.
“Good. Now, can I get you anything? More vodka? Food?“He barely had enough as it was, but he’d roll with the punches.
Leslie looked at him for a bit. Processing everything. “C-Can it be bo-th? Pl-Please?” He was hungry and thirsty, so why not?
Noah walked off, making a peanut butter sandwich and pouring a glass of vodka. He came back, handing him everything. “Here.”
Leslie sat up and took the sandwich and glass. “Th-Thank you…” He pretty much wolfed everything down. Or, tried to…he finished everything within about 5 minutes. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and hiccuped a bit, blushing again from the larger glass of vodka he’d just drank. “Thhhhhaaaank yooou No-*hic*-ah~…” He slurred, Leslie was definitely a lightweight…
“No problem. I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Noah froze as he heard laughter. Oh no. Oh god no, not now. Observer….
“Hide.” He whispered, grabbing the nearest weapon, a vase.
Leslie, not understanding what was going on fully, only heard the word “hide” and some laughter. “Hmmm *hic* *hiccup* okkkaaaaayy!…” He said with a smile. Putting his hand out flat in front of him and teleporting completely out of the living room and into…what looked like a closet?
Noah swallowed heavily and started searching for the Observer. It didn’t take long to find him, laughing in the kitchen. He ran to attack him, but The Observer teleported away the moment he tried.
Leslie heard the laughter and then…it stopped.
The closet he was in felt a lot more cramped now… Leslie looked to his right and saw a man, bigger than him, with glowing glasses. He was breathing heavily and smiling like some sort of thing out of a nightmare.
Leslie screamed loud and busted out of the closet. Tears already falling down his face. He heard the insane high-pitched laughter again. He kept running, finding a new hiding spot under Noah’s bed.
He was trying to stay silent while crying.
It wasn’t working.
“LESLIE!” he yelled, running to his bedroom to find The Observer heading towards his bed. Noah hit him upside the head with his weapon, causing the other to dissapear.
“LESLIE, are you okay?!” Noah yelled, looking around, and eventually under the bed.
Leslie was terrified and crying, an ugly mess for sure. He was completely in littlespace now from being so scared. He could barely even talk much, but he did when Noah found him.
He got out from under Noah’s bed, big tears streamed down his face as he whimpered and groaned.
He grabbed hold of Noah’s shirt with his hands and put his head in his chest. “I-I don wanna g-get scawred *hic* n-no more! Don wanna *hic* g-et H-Hurt any *hic* more! *hic* *hiccup*” it was a miracle that he wasn’t yelling or having a tantrum. But Leslie was trying to control himself even with him being so Little, he was trying to be Big, he’d never been fully Little before. Even out of Beacon.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, I’ve got you. I’ve got you. Okay? Okay?” He cradled him, bumping him up and down.
Inside, Noah was panicking. He wasn’t dealt to handle things like this. He wasn’t ready to be a parent! Oh god. Oh god, oh man.
After a long while Leslie stopped crying. He was still shaken up for sure. But now that he knew the monster was gone he allowed himself to be fully Little for the first time. He relaxed in Noah’s arms. More tired than anything else, but still on edge. He just wanted a bottle and his paci now, maybe a nap too.
He rested his head on Noah’s shoulder, still loosely hanging on to his clothes. He hoped Noah would get the message that he was done for today.
“There we go. It’s okay. It’s okay. There we go. Hereeeeee we go.” He gently kissed Leslie’s forehead, bumping him up and down in an attempt to calm him down.
Leslie let himself be completely off guard and sleepy. “Mhmnnn…tiwred Papa….slweepy cuddles…plwease…” He tiredly moaned. Leslie smiled at the kiss. He just wanted to be completely Little like this as long as he could…
He wanted to play too!
But the adrenaline rush of what just happened had already faded. Now he was just left with what he felt. Exhaustion, and just wanting to be cared for and loved again.
“Okay. We can cuddle. We can cuddle.” Noah hugged Leslie tightly, heading towards the car. He needed to get somewhere safe. William’s house. He had a spare key to the door.
“T’ank you Papa….m slweepy…..” Leslie slurred. Head and eyes still heavy as he got buckled into the back seat.
“Then sleep. It’ll be okay.” Noah got into the driver’s seat, driving to William’s house. He unlocked the door using the key he had and walked inside cradling Leslie.
Leslie fell asleep on the car ride over. The ride soothing him to sleep easily. He didn’t even wake up when Noah carried him inside the different house. Leslie was snoring lightly and he had his thumb loosely in his mouth.
Noah laid Leslie on a couch and called William again, telling him he was in his house after the Observer had attacked.
@afton-inc
Leslie turned a bit on his side. Sighing in his sleep and his thumb still in his mouth.
William was swamped with work but was finally able to listen to the phone, he took the phone and ran through the missed messages and listened to Noah talk. Once he got a grasp on the situation, he would have called work and said he needed to go on emergency leave before heading off to his house.
When he came home, he would have seen Leslie sleeping and Noah doing whatever how would be doing.
💉💊 Vinnie didn't really like this idea, but it was what Habit told him to do and he didn't question it. He gave the drink over to Noah, it had been some time since they talked and Habit had already gotten Noah over via crude letters. Unexpectedly, instead of Habit greeting Noah, it was Vinnie who had been there and told Noah to sit down as he gave the drink over to the male. The drink was drugged, obviously, in typical Vin fashion. He explained they needed to talk. [I-chose-lucky-souls]
Noah was more than suspicious already. The set up was all too familiar to Shaun’s fate, and, having seen the videos, Noah was more than a little suspicious. It would take more than a little coaxing to get Noah to drink anything Vinny gave him.
“Alright, what the fuck does Habit want with me? I know you didn’t give me those fucking letters. I’m not touching anything you give me until he fucking tells me himself. No offense, but I don’t fucking trust you or him, not after you showed you’re just his god damn puppet.”
William woke up in a state of slight shock, whipping his head around in a panic of confusion and more. It was just a dream, Noah is still here. Wait. Where was Noah? William got up, sore and weak from working himself too hard and the couch he has passed out on. He rubbed his eyes, and went to grab the phone to call up Noah. Unsure if he even had his phone with him.
Habit worked his way from the lawn of the house to the door, of course he could just teleport in, but that would be boring. He gave three. Loud. Knocks.
Noah was too late.
Am I that 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 Or do you simply not ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ me What you did to me
I am no longer who I was then But 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈
I’m so much ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ now
Re-education (feat. Habit)
William shuddered as he awoke, He tried to sit up but a piercing pain shot through his shoulder stunting him from doing so. He looked around and found himself in a familiar place, some place he hoped he never see again.
It was The Attic. Habit’s Attic…
He still remembered when he first met that demon. He was Five and he still had that damned scar, but that was covered up with more scars.
He struggled to get up again and when he was roused from the floor he tried to hop around to find a way out from the window, but he wouldn’t make it as Habit came into the room.
“ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ, ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ. ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ?” Habit asked in a sickly sweet tone.
William froze up as soon as he heard Habit. This was going to be a long night, and so it started.
———
“ꜰᴇɪꜱᴛʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀʀᴇɴ’ᴛᴄʜᴀ? ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ’ᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ. ɪ’ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ.” Habit moved to fix/remove William’s suspensions which were attached to his flesh. William gave a grunted pain, too tired to fight anymore.
Large gashes were scattered around his body, some even reopening despite it being so long since it’s healed. Habit gave a cackle before he started to mutilate more of William.
Stepping back, he gave a proud chuckle and started to crudely cut off William’s curly locks from his head. He stepped back once again before clapping his hands together, applauding. “ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ! ɴᴏᴡ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟᴇ!”
In a snap, Habit had dropped William infront of Noah’s house, there was doubt that Noah was even there, but hey. Habit did his work, that’s all that mattered. Now it was waiting game for William to see if Noah was even going to be there.
He was too weak to do anything, exhausted.
Noah gently caressed William, his own tears falling. “It’s okay. It’s okay. It wasn’t you. It was…………something else. Don’t think about it. Okay?”
He pulled back to look into William’s eyes, cupping his cheeks comfortingly.
“It wasn’t your fault. You have to remember that, if nothing else. It want your fault.”
William shook his head, “No… It was me! It’s me! I did that…! I… I’m just a defect. I don’t want to die. They said I strayed to far away from my timeline and-and that they’ll come back if I don’t follow it!” He says, holding onto Noah’s shoulders. “I have no choice…”
“William. Calm down. Deep breaths. No one’s going to hurt you ever again. I’ll make sure of that. Now, what’s this about them? Habit? Is it Habit?” He looked down at William with worry.
"Habit said that I need to get back to my timeline, and that I'm out of bounds..." He says looking at Noah, "Dave says it's only fate for me to turn into a monster like him..."
Re-education (feat. Habit)
William shuddered as he awoke, He tried to sit up but a piercing pain shot through his shoulder stunting him from doing so. He looked around and found himself in a familiar place, some place he hoped he never see again.
It was The Attic. Habit’s Attic…
He still remembered when he first met that demon. He was Five and he still had that damned scar, but that was covered up with more scars.
He struggled to get up again and when he was roused from the floor he tried to hop around to find a way out from the window, but he wouldn’t make it as Habit came into the room.
“ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ, ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ. ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ?” Habit asked in a sickly sweet tone.
William froze up as soon as he heard Habit. This was going to be a long night, and so it started.
———
“ꜰᴇɪꜱᴛʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀʀᴇɴ’ᴛᴄʜᴀ? ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ’ᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ. ɪ’ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ.” Habit moved to fix/remove William’s suspensions which were attached to his flesh. William gave a grunted pain, too tired to fight anymore.
Large gashes were scattered around his body, some even reopening despite it being so long since it’s healed. Habit gave a cackle before he started to mutilate more of William.
Stepping back, he gave a proud chuckle and started to crudely cut off William’s curly locks from his head. He stepped back once again before clapping his hands together, applauding. “ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ! ɴᴏᴡ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟᴇ!”
In a snap, Habit had dropped William infront of Noah’s house, there was doubt that Noah was even there, but hey. Habit did his work, that’s all that mattered. Now it was waiting game for William to see if Noah was even going to be there.
He was too weak to do anything, exhausted.
Noah gently caressed William, his own tears falling. “It’s okay. It’s okay. It wasn’t you. It was…………something else. Don’t think about it. Okay?”
He pulled back to look into William’s eyes, cupping his cheeks comfortingly.
“It wasn’t your fault. You have to remember that, if nothing else. It want your fault.”
William shook his head, "No... It was me! It's me! I did that...! I... I'm just a defect. I don't want to die. They said I strayed to far away from my timeline and-and that they'll come back if I don't follow it!" He says, holding onto Noah's shoulders. "I have no choice..."
Re-education (feat. Habit)
William shuddered as he awoke, He tried to sit up but a piercing pain shot through his shoulder stunting him from doing so. He looked around and found himself in a familiar place, some place he hoped he never see again.
It was The Attic. Habit’s Attic…
He still remembered when he first met that demon. He was Five and he still had that damned scar, but that was covered up with more scars.
He struggled to get up again and when he was roused from the floor he tried to hop around to find a way out from the window, but he wouldn’t make it as Habit came into the room.
“ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ, ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ. ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ?” Habit asked in a sickly sweet tone.
William froze up as soon as he heard Habit. This was going to be a long night, and so it started.
———
“ꜰᴇɪꜱᴛʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀʀᴇɴ’ᴛᴄʜᴀ? ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ’ᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ. ɪ’ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ.” Habit moved to fix/remove William’s suspensions which were attached to his flesh. William gave a grunted pain, too tired to fight anymore.
Large gashes were scattered around his body, some even reopening despite it being so long since it’s healed. Habit gave a cackle before he started to mutilate more of William.
Stepping back, he gave a proud chuckle and started to crudely cut off William’s curly locks from his head. He stepped back once again before clapping his hands together, applauding. “ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ! ɴᴏᴡ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟᴇ!”
In a snap, Habit had dropped William infront of Noah’s house, there was doubt that Noah was even there, but hey. Habit did his work, that’s all that mattered. Now it was waiting game for William to see if Noah was even going to be there.
He was too weak to do anything, exhausted.
Noah didn’t hesitate to respond when William confessed to what he’d done. “I know. I know love, and I don’t care. God, fuck, I’m so glad you’re alive. So fucking glad.”
Noah carefully hugged William, trying not to hurt him even more. He could feel tears welling up, giving a muffled sob. “I love you so fucking much. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I doubted you.”
He remembered the moments he’d doubted the validity of William’s love. He pushed that thought away. No. Wrong. So wrong.
"I-I.... He... That thing.... Dave...? It did so many horrible things... I couldn't even remember anything when I came to."
William hugged back, nuzzling into the male.
"I killed.... So many people. They weren't even.... They were so small....." He whispered.
Re-education (feat. Habit)
William shuddered as he awoke, He tried to sit up but a piercing pain shot through his shoulder stunting him from doing so. He looked around and found himself in a familiar place, some place he hoped he never see again.
It was The Attic. Habit’s Attic…
He still remembered when he first met that demon. He was Five and he still had that damned scar, but that was covered up with more scars.
He struggled to get up again and when he was roused from the floor he tried to hop around to find a way out from the window, but he wouldn’t make it as Habit came into the room.
“ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ, ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ. ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ?” Habit asked in a sickly sweet tone.
William froze up as soon as he heard Habit. This was going to be a long night, and so it started.
———
“ꜰᴇɪꜱᴛʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀʀᴇɴ’ᴛᴄʜᴀ? ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ’ᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ. ɪ’ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ.” Habit moved to fix/remove William’s suspensions which were attached to his flesh. William gave a grunted pain, too tired to fight anymore.
Large gashes were scattered around his body, some even reopening despite it being so long since it’s healed. Habit gave a cackle before he started to mutilate more of William.
Stepping back, he gave a proud chuckle and started to crudely cut off William’s curly locks from his head. He stepped back once again before clapping his hands together, applauding. “ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ! ɴᴏᴡ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟᴇ!”
In a snap, Habit had dropped William infront of Noah’s house, there was doubt that Noah was even there, but hey. Habit did his work, that’s all that mattered. Now it was waiting game for William to see if Noah was even going to be there.
He was too weak to do anything, exhausted.
It would take until the next morning for Noah to discover William. An attempted trip to the grocery store turned into a horror show as Noah yelled, scooping William into his arms and laying him on the passenger seat. Fuck the blood on his seats, William is hurt. “You’re gonna be okay, love. Stay with me.” He whispered.
He raced to the hospital and explained the situation, that William had appeared on his lawn. He watched and tried to follow as they took William in, demanding to go with him. They kept him back as they worked on William, somehow managing to calm him down enough to get William’s information down.
Noah would finally be allowed in when they were finished. He didn’t hesitate to go inside, to sit by William’s side and take his hand. “Can you hear me love? What happened? How do you feel?”
William was barely alive by the time Noah found him, attempting to move but failing. William didn’t even make a sound until Noah hauled him into his car, and even then it was a soft whimper.
When he was given medical assistance and eventually moved into the hospital he was still pretty silent.
It was a moment before he spoke.
“Noah… I did so many horrible things…”
Re-education (feat. Habit)
William shuddered as he awoke, He tried to sit up but a piercing pain shot through his shoulder stunting him from doing so. He looked around and found himself in a familiar place, some place he hoped he never see again.
It was The Attic. Habit’s Attic...
He still remembered when he first met that demon. He was Five and he still had that damned scar, but that was covered up with more scars.
He struggled to get up again and when he was roused from the floor he tried to hop around to find a way out from the window, but he wouldn’t make it as Habit came into the room.
“ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ, ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ. ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ?” Habit asked in a sickly sweet tone.
William froze up as soon as he heard Habit. This was going to be a long night, and so it started.
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“ꜰᴇɪꜱᴛʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀʀᴇɴ’ᴛᴄʜᴀ? ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ’ᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ. ɪ’ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ.” Habit moved to fix/remove William’s suspensions which were attached to his flesh. William gave a grunted pain, too tired to fight anymore.
Large gashes were scattered around his body, some even reopening despite it being so long since it’s healed. Habit gave a cackle before he started to mutilate more of William.
Stepping back, he gave a proud chuckle and started to crudely cut off William’s curly locks from his head. He stepped back once again before clapping his hands together, applauding. “ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ! ɴᴏᴡ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟᴇ!”
In a snap, Habit had dropped William infront of Noah’s house, there was doubt that Noah was even there, but hey. Habit did his work, that’s all that mattered. Now it was waiting game for William to see if Noah was even going to be there.
He was too weak to do anything, exhausted.
I want to make this known; it’s OKAY to flirt with my muse, it’s okay to say flirty things to them, yes, they may not react to it, they may not respond to it positively, but know as a mun I’m 100% OKAY with it. Especially if my muse is clearly attractive appearance wise, go a head, flirt with them, if my muse is your muse’s type, it’s okay to flirt, we don’t have to be shipping, we don’t ever have to ship to have you flirt with my muse; I WONT think you’re pushing a ship on me either. But I just feel that some people are scared to have their muse be flirty to another because we a muns might take it the wrong way.
I’m not saying this goes for everyone, but I’m letting you know that it doesn’t make me uncomfortable and I’m fine with it.