Timeline Shenanigans Go Brrr.

Temporal anomaly based in Darkthorne, Utah. Multiversal Muse, RP Open.

[aratheprodigy]

Muse and Rule information!

-General age is 18. Unless specified in asks/planning. 8/12/30 ages are available for Rp.

-Muse is a temporal anomaly from a universe with an odd time scale, and a time loop. She knows a lot about how some universes work, but is nowhere near all knowing. She has (accounting for the time loops and her continued remembrance): Over fifty centuries of repeated and unique life experiences. She’s died horrifically, been ressurected, turned into a ghost, been driven mad, undergone inhuman transformations, and quite a bit more.

-However, she maintains the same demeanor to keep herself sane in new loops. The reappearing and disappearing menace she’s known as. Her universe’s general instability has cursed her with every so often being shoved/knocked/ just dropped into/ spontaneously falling through general reality tears into other universes and dimensions. This is typically how RPs start. Unless requested to be within her universe.

-Arabelle is Human. She can die, bleed, get sick, get hurt, have limbs cut off, get paralyzed or generally incapacitated, and become a ghost or poltergeist after death if she’s feeling particularly stubborn. Her special powers lie in her remembrance of past experiences... and resilience to universe changes. Her physical abilities are that of a somewhat athletic person because she’s learned to keep herself fit just in case she’s dropped into a portal and has to fight for her life. Mental abilities... No normal person can go through what she has and remain as sane as she appears. She’s not completely sane, but most of the time she hides it well. Just- she’s not bonkers from the things she’s experienced. A little numb to it all.

- Most encounters she has with rp characters are unwilling portal encounters, or willing ones where she is sent by Etherus (he is available for rp as well @silvervices ) for data collection on worlds, or she’s just curious about things going on. She likes putting together a picture of the multiverse and it’s many worlds and inhabitants (even though some try and kill her.)

Rules!

-Please for all that is holy, no NSFW in the sexual category, and if it’s more of the gore category, run it by me via a pm beforehand.

-Please don’t godplay the rp! Run important events and possible plot points by me! If you want to kill Arabelle and make her a ghost? Ask! If you want to make her lose a limb? Ask!

-Don’t feel the need to match my length. Sometimes I go on tangents, and feel the need to fill in details. Just- try and keep a couple sentences? I won’t respond to one word responses.

-Mun is in CST, and my schedule is spotty.

-If I don’t respond, I am sorry. My motivation for any given rp fluctuates greatly. I will likely just send a new ask if I can’t do the current one. Also, please, please, dont pester me for responses if I miss a day. You are driving your own chances to be responded to into the ground.

Tags!

#mun crow: my tag! Used for ooc posts, rules posts, and updates!

#mun makes stuff: used for ooc art and writing of Arabelle.

#ara says stuff: used for in character posts.

Versions of Arabelle tags:

(Specific versions used upon requests. Each have a story, and a loop number associated with them. Each also have a nickname, which is the tag.)

#Prodigy (Highly manipulative and possessive of those she deems “hers”. Rarely used.)

#Naivety (General child Arabelle. Limited or no loop knowledge.)

#Chartreuse: (Child Arabelle with loop knowledge. Known to accidentally befriend dangerous beings.)

#Timebomb (FNaF based loop, used for cult situations.)

#Erin Maverick: (Loop #1. Only upon request.)

#Evermoon (Technically Loop 0. Previous reincarnation of Arabelle.)

#Amara (Loop 3000. Another character, with a changed personality and story, but Arabelle’s soul and pieces of her mind.]

#Aspen/Aspinrel (Ether’s Prodigy. Inhuman version of Arabelle.)

Only upon request and in specific circumstances. Talking with Mun required to fill them in on their stories and possible rp.

#Elvira

#Pandora

#Four

#TX/ The Rabbit

#Omen

#Ladybird

#Willow

#Neuron

#Staticia/Silencia

#Stalky

#Thistling

#Ticktack

#Error13

#Jade Pines

[immortalafton]

👻-aratheprodigy

(you can choose the version. Child, adult, known relation or not.)

Glitchtrap was upset, he had lost a friend recently. Someone that was kind of helping him with his goals.

Unfortunately, she lost her life against the few people that were trying to stop him and it hit him harder than he ever realized it would. He was sulking in his office that he took over at the mall.

He then heard something, making him look up and around the room. "...Hello?"

[immortalafton]

aratheprodigy​:

Arabelle watched the guy gibber and try and make an explanation that wouldn’t incriminate him, and was failing spectacularly. The most she processed was a half baked attempt of defending the group’s apparent fear of what they had been doing. It appeared to be something born of fear of the unknown, but this guy just appeared to be cannon fodder. On one hand, she supposed the fear was fair on some level, but on the other hand… they picked the wrong follower to kill.

She had noticed the guy couldn’t see or properly hear her pretty early on. His panicked gaze slid past her, and she found this very morbidly funny. He couldn’t see what he had done, literally and metaphorically. He wasn’t the leader, just one following the splinter group of rebels out of fear.

Arabelle’s grin had slowly widened as the guy continued to spiral into incomprehensible panic, and she no longer wondered whether she had always had this sick part of her. She always had, it was just a little more obvious.

“He can’t see me.” She let out a slightly mad laugh, but she was genuinely amused by the unfortunate soul’s predicament.

Glitchtrap snickered and shook his head after the guy finished rambling, trying to make excuses as to not get into trouble. Even if he was just following along with the other rebels - this did not help him in the rabbit’s eyes. He had betrayed them and that was all that mattered.

“You made the incredibly wrong choice here...but I will leave it up to my friend here. The one you killed, if we should forgive you. What do you think, Ara?” He flashed a smirk towards where she was - hoping that she wouldn’t forgive him and torture him horribly. 

The guy looked around, trying to see her, begging for her to forgive him. It was an amusing sight for Glitchtrap.

[aratheprodigy]

It took a moment, but the room dropped a couple degrees in temperature. To the man, the horrific sight of her ghost seemed to materialize right before his eyes. It was mainly spite and wanting to see the raw fear in his eyes that made her want to appear, but she did get her wish in seeing him go deathly pale, and start stuttering apologies that fell on deaf ears.

“Forgiveness… that’s a funny word… not one he deserves… or requires… for any reason. ” the first thing he heard from her was a smoke filled rasp. She smiled at his expression, revealing the sharpened teeth.

“I wonder how much more of a push it would take for his mind to give out. He seems completely incoherent already… and I only just appeared to him…”

Her laugh was unfamiliar in its sick amusement. She rarely laughed in life, it was something rare and valuable to the other followers, a sign she wasn’t completely gone. Now, it was a new representation as to how her soul had been damaged and twisted by her death and the pain beforehand. She already held grudges, but anything more than petty revenge was usually outside of her view. This… was so far beyond who she had been, it almost seemed like a new person. Then again, she kept nearly everything about her life and self under wraps. This could very well have been under the surface that hid grief and joy under stony glares and hard work.

[aratheprodigy]

“No, you see the problem is I can’t control where I end up right now. I’m fine with ending up in life threatening situations, it’s a fact of life for me that the multiverse is out to get me. It’s just that I keep ending up with versions of the exact same serial killer. I get bored, you know?”

Arabelle then takes a sip of her coffee, which has way too many espresso shots, and is spiked with something that can normally kill eldritch horrors.

“Even my universe has a variety in people that can screw your life and afterlife up horribly! I should know, I count as one of them!”

[immortalafton]

👻-aratheprodigy

(you can choose the version. Child, adult, known relation or not.)

Glitchtrap was upset, he had lost a friend recently. Someone that was kind of helping him with his goals.

Unfortunately, she lost her life against the few people that were trying to stop him and it hit him harder than he ever realized it would. He was sulking in his office that he took over at the mall.

He then heard something, making him look up and around the room. "...Hello?"

[immortalafton]

aratheprodigy​:

Arabelle watched them be brought over for as long as she could, thoughts whirling as she tried to look for the connection that made her head scream in rage at this person.

Were they the one who checked on her? Someone she saw on her final shift? One of the people at the gas station or someone who drove by the crash? No… it then clicked, and her eyes flared up with rage. A bright, neon green lighting up her form like a searchlight in fog.

Her face twisted into an inhuman snarl.

“They were the driver.” She hissed, not noticing she spoke out loud, as the smoke curled around her form tighter.

He watched as the guy turned pale, looking around the room for the source of the voice. He definitely seemed very nervous and like he was hiding something. Arabelle’s words only confirmed it.

Glitchtrap grabbed the guy by the front of his shirt, lifting him off the ground. “Who do you think you are? Killing off my most loyal followers...are you trying to stop me? Why?”

[aratheprodigy]

Arabelle watched the guy gibber and try and make an explanation that wouldn’t incriminate him, and was failing spectacularly. The most she processed was a half baked attempt of defending the group’s apparent fear of what they had been doing. It appeared to be something born of fear of the unknown, but this guy just appeared to be cannon fodder. On one hand, she supposed the fear was fair on some level, but on the other hand… they picked the wrong follower to kill.

She had noticed the guy couldn’t see or properly hear her pretty early on. His panicked gaze slid past her, and she found this very morbidly funny. He couldn’t see what he had done, literally and metaphorically. He wasn’t the leader, just one following the splinter group of rebels out of fear.

Arabelle’s grin had slowly widened as the guy continued to spiral into incomprehensible panic, and she no longer wondered whether she had always had this sick part of her. She always had, it was just a little more obvious.

“He can’t see me.” She let out a slightly mad laugh, but she was genuinely amused by the unfortunate soul’s predicament.

[immortalafton]

👻-aratheprodigy

(you can choose the version. Child, adult, known relation or not.)

Glitchtrap was upset, he had lost a friend recently. Someone that was kind of helping him with his goals.

Unfortunately, she lost her life against the few people that were trying to stop him and it hit him harder than he ever realized it would. He was sulking in his office that he took over at the mall.

He then heard something, making him look up and around the room. "...Hello?"

[immortalafton]

aratheprodigy​:

Arabelle glanced over, then floated closer to the window to look as well. She scrutinized everyone she could see, studying for any sign of resemblance.

“I’m sure if I see them I’ll know… has anyone been skipping shifts or showing up late? Or doing anything else suspicious, that’s usually a sign- wait.” She suddenly hissed, squinting to see someone who just exited an employee only room. Arabelle pointed them out with a frown.

“He’s not supposed to be there…” she muttered, scowling as something internally screamed at her to see the resemblance with one of her attackers.

Glitchtrap attempted to think about each of his followers. There were a lot of them now, it was difficult to keep track of them all. And before this point, he didn’t think he needed to.

He snapped out of his thoughts when she pointed out the guy coming out of the employee’s only room. No one was allowed back there. He squinted at him, frowning.

“Now that’s suspicious.” He says before he snaps his fingers and a person runs into his office. “Go get that one and bring him here.” He demands, the person bows before rushing out. He watches as they go out in the main floor and begin bringing the guy over. 

[aratheprodigy]

Arabelle watched them be brought over for as long as she could, thoughts whirling as she tried to look for the connection that made her head scream in rage at this person.

Were they the one who checked on her? Someone she saw on her final shift? One of the people at the gas station or someone who drove by the crash? No… it then clicked, and her eyes flared up with rage. A bright, neon green lighting up her form like a searchlight in fog.

Her face twisted into an inhuman snarl.

“They were the driver.” She hissed, not noticing she spoke out loud, as the smoke curled around her form tighter.

[immortalafton]

👻-aratheprodigy

(you can choose the version. Child, adult, known relation or not.)

Glitchtrap was upset, he had lost a friend recently. Someone that was kind of helping him with his goals.

Unfortunately, she lost her life against the few people that were trying to stop him and it hit him harder than he ever realized it would. He was sulking in his office that he took over at the mall.

He then heard something, making him look up and around the room. "...Hello?"

[immortalafton]

aratheprodigy​:

Arabelle took a bit to answer. Dragging herself back from a vengeance filled rage directed at no one, she drew the smoke and hate back into herself. The agony inflicted on her likely was the reason behind the visible injuries and oddities like her teeth and eyes, but perhaps it did more. She was able to move objects and go beyond the normal limits of possession, altering the appearance of the plush.

She collected herself fully, obscuring her injuries with the now familiar wisps.

“I recognized one of the faces… like a recent memory. Likely one of the employees here… and hence why I was targeted. They saw proximity and decided to remove a close link… jokes on them… I’m probably the worst person to target. Pain tolerance aside, even without the painful death, I probably would have found a way to come back to say who killed me out of spite.” She laughed, more of a genuine one than a malicious one.

“The other two… likely friends. A network with a link to this place… a spy.” She paused, murmuring her thoughts out loud.

“No wonder they’ve found ways to sabotage and break plans.”

“I thought it was a spy, they were too secretive about it...usually rebels are open and in public to create riots or something. They didn’t want to get caught, figuring our plans and such.” Glitchtrap sighed heavily before looking back at her.

“Do you remember who’s face it was?” He then gazes out of the window, staring down at the other followers, all walking around the mall or doing other things for him. 

Who was stupid enough to betray him?

[aratheprodigy]

Arabelle glanced over, then floated closer to the window to look as well. She scrutinized everyone she could see, studying for any sign of resemblance.

“I’m sure if I see them I’ll know… has anyone been skipping shifts or showing up late? Or doing anything else suspicious, that’s usually a sign- wait.” She suddenly hissed, squinting to see someone who just exited an employee only room. Arabelle pointed them out with a frown.

“He’s not supposed to be there…” she muttered, scowling as something internally screamed at her to see the resemblance with one of her attackers.

[immortalafton]

👻-aratheprodigy

(you can choose the version. Child, adult, known relation or not.)

Glitchtrap was upset, he had lost a friend recently. Someone that was kind of helping him with his goals.

Unfortunately, she lost her life against the few people that were trying to stop him and it hit him harder than he ever realized it would. He was sulking in his office that he took over at the mall.

He then heard something, making him look up and around the room. "...Hello?"

[immortalafton]

aratheprodigy​:

Arabelle took a breath, simply out of habit, frowning at the memories.

“They ran my motorcycle off the road while I was on my way here to my official shift. Into the ditch near the big dead tree. I only saw glimpses of the people inside, mainly when one came to see if I was dead yet. As you remember, I have a very high pain tolerance. I was impaled on a tree branch, my helmet broken, hands and knees shredded, glass everywhere… my face, my chest, my hands… if my heart was where it normally is in a person, I would have been killed on impact.” she paused, gritting her teeth in a snarl.

“They tried to see me just before the gas tank exploded. They matched the description of one of the group members of one that was trying to find and tear this place down in retaliation to you. The main one, can’t remember the name right now.” She paused again, shuddering.

“They ran back to the truck when the tank exploded. Shrapnel everywhere. Burnt half my body. I think I died three separate ways all at once. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t scream, I could feel everything draining from me as the wounds were too deep…my heart was killing me as it tried to keep me alive, I was going to shatter if I didn’t keep breathing but there was the smoke. It burned my lungs. It burned my hands my flesh my eye- It hurt… ithurtithurtithurts…”

She broke off her speech, smoke obscuring her form in response to her rapidly deteriorating emotional stability.

“When I find any of them again… I’ll make them P A Y .” Arabelle hissed.

Well, no wonder she couldn’t move on. That kind of agony lingered in a place for a long time. If he hadn’t been attached to her, he would have relished in that kind of torment, but since it was her...he was just pissed.

It was too bad that he didn’t know anything about the people that were opposing him. They weren’t being public about it, it could be anyone. It could be people pretending to be on his side and then going around behind his back.

Whoever they were, they were going to regret it. Just as Arabelle said.

“Yes, they are...but where do we begin in trying to figure out who these rebels are?”

[aratheprodigy]

Arabelle took a bit to answer. Dragging herself back from a vengeance filled rage directed at no one, she drew the smoke and hate back into herself. The agony inflicted on her likely was the reason behind the visible injuries and oddities like her teeth and eyes, but perhaps it did more. She was able to move objects and go beyond the normal limits of possession, altering the appearance of the plush.

She collected herself fully, obscuring her injuries with the now familiar wisps.

“I recognized one of the faces… like a recent memory. Likely one of the employees here… and hence why I was targeted. They saw proximity and decided to remove a close link… jokes on them… I’m probably the worst person to target. Pain tolerance aside, even without the painful death, I probably would have found a way to come back to say who killed me out of spite.” She laughed, more of a genuine one than a malicious one.

“The other two… likely friends. A network with a link to this place… a spy.” She paused, murmuring her thoughts out loud.

“No wonder they’ve found ways to sabotage and break plans.”

[immortalafton]

👻-aratheprodigy

(you can choose the version. Child, adult, known relation or not.)

Glitchtrap was upset, he had lost a friend recently. Someone that was kind of helping him with his goals.

Unfortunately, she lost her life against the few people that were trying to stop him and it hit him harder than he ever realized it would. He was sulking in his office that he took over at the mall.

He then heard something, making him look up and around the room. "...Hello?"

[immortalafton]

aratheprodigy​:

“I suppose so.” She gave a sharp grin, then seemingly picked up the plushie, more floating it in a believable manner than actually touching it, then her face twisted into something focused, eyes flaring as she seemed to start to channel herself into it, starting with the wispy smoke.

It almost looked painful by process alone, but if it was, she did not show it. It had been found by accident that she had a disturbingly high pain tolerance in life, by an accident where her non-dominant hand had all but been crushed by a falling prop, and she only flinched at the sound of the broken bone.

The plushie looked to almost… warp in appearance in response to her spirit possessing it. Looking closer to a hallucination one guard had reported when the original franchise had been open. A black rabbit. Though the eyes remained the same green. A version of her seemed to emerge from it once again, though it was clear she had successfully possessed it, just feeling the need to have a form beyond it. Arabelle collected herself before looking back.

“I’m not quite sure whether I’ll stick around or not. Probably, even if just to help or watch, this place and the work was always fun but I’m not sure how revenge will affect me.” She paused, shrugging.

“Now… what do you want to know? Was absolutely everything hidden or…” she trailed off, hovering slightly above the desk as an illusion of sitting.

The giant plush rabbit watched in fascination as Arabelle possessed the rabbit toy, though warping it and changing it black. The process of possession had always interested him, even if he was also doing the same thing with an old Spring Bonnie suit. 

He watched as she floated back out, not really needing to be in the plush at the moment. He pauses to think about her question.

“I have no idea exactly who killed you, they were never caught by any of my followers or the police. No one saw anything...this is the problem. We have to start from scratch. Do you remember anything?”

[aratheprodigy]

Arabelle took a breath, simply out of habit, frowning at the memories.

“They ran my motorcycle off the road while I was on my way here to my official shift. Into the ditch near the big dead tree. I only saw glimpses of the people inside, mainly when one came to see if I was dead yet. As you remember, I have a very high pain tolerance. I was impaled on a tree branch, my helmet broken, hands and knees shredded, glass everywhere… my face, my chest, my hands… if my heart was where it normally is in a person, I would have been killed on impact.” she paused, gritting her teeth in a snarl.

“They tried to see me just before the gas tank exploded. They matched the description of one of the group members of one that was trying to find and tear this place down in retaliation to you. The main one, can’t remember the name right now.” She paused again, shuddering.

“They ran back to the truck when the tank exploded. Shrapnel everywhere. Burnt half my body. I think I died three separate ways all at once. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t scream, I could feel everything draining from me as the wounds were too deep…my heart was killing me as it tried to keep me alive, I was going to shatter if I didn’t keep breathing but there was the smoke. It burned my lungs. It burned my hands my flesh my eye- It hurt… ithurtithurtithurts…”

She broke off her speech, smoke obscuring her form in response to her rapidly deteriorating emotional stability.

“When I find any of them again… I’ll make them P A Y .” Arabelle hissed.

[immortalafton]

👻-aratheprodigy

(you can choose the version. Child, adult, known relation or not.)

Glitchtrap was upset, he had lost a friend recently. Someone that was kind of helping him with his goals.

Unfortunately, she lost her life against the few people that were trying to stop him and it hit him harder than he ever realized it would. He was sulking in his office that he took over at the mall.

He then heard something, making him look up and around the room. "...Hello?"

[immortalafton]

aratheprodigy​:

She paused, taking in the information, scowling at her hand for a moment more before looking up and over, speaking in a raspy whisper again.

“I’ll… tell you after we figure out what temporary form I can use. So I don’t find out whether I can lose my voice like this.” She then floated over to see some of the items, being closer, some of her face was a little more visible with the green glow of her eyes. There were certainly burns there.

“Well… I suppose bunnies would be more on-brand, yeah?” She let out a small chuckle.

Glitchtrap smirked and disappeared for a moment before reappearing with a Spring Bonnie plush. “It seemed suiting since I have also previously possessed a plushie like this.” He giggles before setting it down on a desk in front of her.

“We can get revenge for you, then you can either move on or decide what you want to posses forever.” He didn’t know if she wanted to move on or stick with him, he would leave that open to her...he learned his lesson on trying to keep people with him. 

[aratheprodigy]

“I suppose so.” She gave a sharp grin, then seemingly picked up the plushie, more floating it in a believable manner than actually touching it, then her face twisted into something focused, eyes flaring as she seemed to start to channel herself into it, starting with the wispy smoke.

It almost looked painful by process alone, but if it was, she did not show it. It had been found by accident that she had a disturbingly high pain tolerance in life, by an accident where her non-dominant hand had all but been crushed by a falling prop, and she only flinched at the sound of the broken bone.

The plushie looked to almost… warp in appearance in response to her spirit possessing it. Looking closer to a hallucination one guard had reported when the original franchise had been open. A black rabbit. Though the eyes remained the same green. A version of her seemed to emerge from it once again, though it was clear she had successfully possessed it, just feeling the need to have a form beyond it. Arabelle collected herself before looking back.

“I’m not quite sure whether I’ll stick around or not. Probably, even if just to help or watch, this place and the work was always fun but I’m not sure how revenge will affect me.” She paused, shrugging.

“Now… what do you want to know? Was absolutely everything hidden or…” she trailed off, hovering slightly above the desk as an illusion of sitting.

[immortalafton]

👻-aratheprodigy

(you can choose the version. Child, adult, known relation or not.)

Glitchtrap was upset, he had lost a friend recently. Someone that was kind of helping him with his goals.

Unfortunately, she lost her life against the few people that were trying to stop him and it hit him harder than he ever realized it would. He was sulking in his office that he took over at the mall.

He then heard something, making him look up and around the room. "...Hello?"

[immortalafton]

aratheprodigy​:

She tilted her head back to look at him again, a terrifying grin widening as she registered the words.

“I like those ideas. Though the last one will take… preparation. I like that thought… taking something back that was rightfully stolen…”

She laughed, something of a maniacal giggle, then pulled herself together to think.

“For now… to test… something like a toy with a speaker would be simpler. Easy to hide, and I don’t want to give myself away too easily… I do intend to get revenge, but playing my cards too early would be… not that helpful in any regard.” She moved her hand away from the speaker, looking at her own hand, with a frown.

“My death was covered up, wasn’t it?” Arabelle whispered, suddenly far quieter than she was before. The voice came from her, and it sounded she was trying to speak through smoke with a new rasp.

“Your death was covered up, yes...but I figured it had to be from someone trying to stop us.” Glitchtrap grumbled as he looked out of his office and down below at the merch shop he could see from the window. 

“Do you care what character you posses? You do have a lot of choices of bears, rabbits, chickens and such throughout the ages of Freddy’s.” He points down at the lower level of the mall. This place was huge.

[aratheprodigy]

She paused, taking in the information, scowling at her hand for a moment more before looking up and over, speaking in a raspy whisper again.

“I’ll… tell you after we figure out what temporary form I can use. So I don’t find out whether I can lose my voice like this.” She then floated over to see some of the items, being closer, some of her face was a little more visible with the green glow of her eyes. There were certainly burns there.

“Well… I suppose bunnies would be more on-brand, yeah?” She let out a small chuckle.

[immortalafton]

👻-aratheprodigy

(you can choose the version. Child, adult, known relation or not.)

Glitchtrap was upset, he had lost a friend recently. Someone that was kind of helping him with his goals.

Unfortunately, she lost her life against the few people that were trying to stop him and it hit him harder than he ever realized it would. He was sulking in his office that he took over at the mall.

He then heard something, making him look up and around the room. "...Hello?"

[immortalafton]

aratheprodigy​:

Her real face was hidden by her hair, likely to stop him from seeing the extent of the horrific damage, but her eyes still glowed, now a neon green. Her gaze snapped to him, smoke still curling around her.

She nodded to the first question, moving one of her hands, now looking full of bandages and with bone sticking out of burned fingers, to a nearby speaker.

“Spite… and …pAIN- were excellent motivators. They tried to tEAr mE aWAY. I could not let them win.” She spoke through the speaker, seemingly not wanting or able to speak herself.

Then, she paused, pondering the second question.

“I do not know. I have not tried, as I was far more focused on simply wrenching myself back from nonexistence. Though… that could prove useful. To be something more than… this.” She seemed to shake at her own words, exposing teeth in a snarl that were far sharper than they had been, glinting behind her hair. It seemed her ghost-hood had altered her appearance beyond the damage.

The rabbit studied her current form, trying not to comment on it or ask about how painful her demise was - it might be seen as rude or uncaring. Even if he was viewed as a terrible person, he still had some sense in him.

“Well...what would you like to posses? One of the new animatronics? A toy? Or will you go even further and try to posses a human?” His eyes gleamed as he spoke, showing how excited he got when speaking about these things.

Remnant and immortality were his life’s work, besides from the restaurant's, of course. 

[aratheprodigy]

She tilted her head back to look at him again, a terrifying grin widening as she registered the words.

“I like those ideas. Though the last one will take… preparation. I like that thought… taking something back that was rightfully stolen…”

She laughed, something of a maniacal giggle, then pulled herself together to think.

“For now… to test… something like a toy with a speaker would be simpler. Easy to hide, and I don’t want to give myself away too easily… I do intend to get revenge, but playing my cards too early would be… not that helpful in any regard.” She moved her hand away from the speaker, looking at her own hand, with a frown.

“My death was covered up, wasn’t it?” Arabelle whispered, suddenly far quieter than she was before. The voice came from her, and it sounded she was trying to speak through smoke with a new rasp.

[immortalafton]

👻-aratheprodigy

(you can choose the version. Child, adult, known relation or not.)

Glitchtrap was upset, he had lost a friend recently. Someone that was kind of helping him with his goals.

Unfortunately, she lost her life against the few people that were trying to stop him and it hit him harder than he ever realized it would. He was sulking in his office that he took over at the mall.

He then heard something, making him look up and around the room. "...Hello?"

[immortalafton]

aratheprodigy​:

There had been a few strange happenings since Arabelle’s untimely demise. (Her death couldn’t be proven as murder. They had hidden their tracks too well. Her motorcycle run off the road, into a ditch, impaled by a tree and burned when the gas tank exploded, the autopsy said she had suffered a long time before she finally bled out. A recipe for a vengeful spirit if there was one.) There was another shadow following his, a figure out of the corner of his eye, sometimes wearing a uniform of the old location, sometimes a jacket and a damaged motorcycle helmet, filled with patches and stickers of places and designs. Also filled with blood and broken glass. There was a ghost of her laugh, a smile in the next mirror over. Sometimes her dead gaze haunted him in his sleep. Only one eye, but a shine of ghostly power in the socket, it was there since she had met him. A rampant customer had knocked out her glass eye, revealing a pit and a green glow that matched her remaining eye. It occasionally burned into his back when he was alone.

She had helped where she could, covering tracks, cleaning blood and gore, far better than most, repairing the animatronics, and once offering a getaway from certain capture or death. Her reasons were never really clear, but she cared for the work.

Tonight the dead shadow stuck next to him. The figure leaning against the wall with the old uniform and cigarette smoke drifting lazily around them. Barely visible out of the corner of his eye.

Glitchtrap turned around towards the figure, a sort of relief washing over him as he spots her. He smiles a little sadly, a face he would never show any of his followers that were still alive. He wouldn’t want to show any weakness, being a future God and all.

“You...you are still here, in a way. Couldn’t move on?” He strokes his chin in thought, trying not to hurt too much over her being just a spirit now. He had gotten a bit attached, it would seem.

“I wonder if you can possess anything like the children used to?”

[aratheprodigy]

Her real face was hidden by her hair, likely to stop him from seeing the extent of the horrific damage, but her eyes still glowed, now a neon green. Her gaze snapped to him, smoke still curling around her.

She nodded to the first question, moving one of her hands, now looking full of bandages and with bone sticking out of burned fingers, to a nearby speaker.

“Spite… and …pAIN- were excellent motivators. They tried to tEAr mE aWAY. I could not let them win.” She spoke through the speaker, seemingly not wanting or able to speak herself.

Then, she paused, pondering the second question.

“I do not know. I have not tried, as I was far more focused on simply wrenching myself back from nonexistence. Though… that could prove useful. To be something more than… this.” She seemed to shake at her own words, exposing teeth in a snarl that were far sharper than they had been, glinting behind her hair. It seemed her ghost-hood had altered her appearance beyond the damage.

[immortalafton]

👻-aratheprodigy

(you can choose the version. Child, adult, known relation or not.)

Glitchtrap was upset, he had lost a friend recently. Someone that was kind of helping him with his goals.

Unfortunately, she lost her life against the few people that were trying to stop him and it hit him harder than he ever realized it would. He was sulking in his office that he took over at the mall.

He then heard something, making him look up and around the room. "...Hello?"

[aratheprodigy]

There had been a few strange happenings since Arabelle’s untimely demise. (Her death couldn’t be proven as murder. They had hidden their tracks too well. Her motorcycle run off the road, into a ditch, impaled by a tree and burned when the gas tank exploded, the autopsy said she had suffered a long time before she finally bled out. A recipe for a vengeful spirit if there was one.) There was another shadow following his, a figure out of the corner of his eye, sometimes wearing a uniform of the old location, sometimes a jacket and a damaged motorcycle helmet, filled with patches and stickers of places and designs. Also filled with blood and broken glass. There was a ghost of her laugh, a smile in the next mirror over. Sometimes her dead gaze haunted him in his sleep. Only one eye, but a shine of ghostly power in the socket, it was there since she had met him. A rampant customer had knocked out her glass eye, revealing a pit and a green glow that matched her remaining eye. It occasionally burned into his back when he was alone.

She had helped where she could, covering tracks, cleaning blood and gore, far better than most, repairing the animatronics, and once offering a getaway from certain capture or death. Her reasons were never really clear, but she cared for the work.

Tonight the dead shadow stuck next to him. The figure leaning against the wall with the old uniform and cigarette smoke drifting lazily around them. Barely visible out of the corner of his eye.

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[immortalafton]

(I made an idea that probably works! Tiny child Arabelle+ memory weirdness+ eventual multiverse portal to her world! If it gets that far lol- -@aratheprodigy)

Things weren’t quite working out to plan. The eight year old had struggled quite a bit in trying to survive, requiring multiple stab wounds to actually kill them, and removing one of her eyes was not supposed to happen.

Yet… the ghost woke up, memories seeming to be gone of her actual death, still having not mentioned her name, and not freaking out over being a ghost or missing an eye, not skipping a beat in just being a smiling child who happened to float and be rather bloody. Though, no matter how many times he had tried to steer her in a direction of possessing an animatronic or even using a name he actually used, she never did, seeming almost unable to, and stuck to calling him Mr. Bunny or just Mister.

She practically lit up when she saw him sneak back into the building, swinging her legs while she sat on top of a arcade machine.

“Hi Mr. Bunny!”

The man blinked, looking over at the spirit and sighing in relief when it was the one that didn't seem upset with him. He didn't even know if he killed this one, he didn't recall this one...but she always appeared and seemed happy to see him. Which was nice.

"Hey, little girl." He greeted, going further into the building. He wanted to destroy some evidence and get rid of the animatronics. Having no idea what was going to happen to the spirits inside of them.

He was carrying an axe.

@aratheprodigy

[immortalafton]

aratheprodigy​:

“You’re Mister Bunny.” She said as though it explained everything.

“This was supposed to happen. I think.” She shook her head, then phased through the fake wall and came back a second later.

“There’s not anything out there. It’s just a broken mess.” The ghost frowned.

“Well, thank you, then...” 

He groans as he leans against the wall. “They sealed this place really good...they really didn’t want anyone to discover me, just burying me away like this...How dare they?”

[aratheprodigy]

The ghost looked sad at that.

“They’re all mean. I don’t think they liked you very much. They didn’t see me, though. I don’t think they could.”

She then looked at the fake wall.

“Someone’s gotta come looking, right?” She whispered.

[immortalafton]

(I made an idea that probably works! Tiny child Arabelle+ memory weirdness+ eventual multiverse portal to her world! If it gets that far lol- -@aratheprodigy)

Things weren’t quite working out to plan. The eight year old had struggled quite a bit in trying to survive, requiring multiple stab wounds to actually kill them, and removing one of her eyes was not supposed to happen.

Yet… the ghost woke up, memories seeming to be gone of her actual death, still having not mentioned her name, and not freaking out over being a ghost or missing an eye, not skipping a beat in just being a smiling child who happened to float and be rather bloody. Though, no matter how many times he had tried to steer her in a direction of possessing an animatronic or even using a name he actually used, she never did, seeming almost unable to, and stuck to calling him Mr. Bunny or just Mister.

She practically lit up when she saw him sneak back into the building, swinging her legs while she sat on top of a arcade machine.

“Hi Mr. Bunny!”

The man blinked, looking over at the spirit and sighing in relief when it was the one that didn't seem upset with him. He didn't even know if he killed this one, he didn't recall this one...but she always appeared and seemed happy to see him. Which was nice.

"Hey, little girl." He greeted, going further into the building. He wanted to destroy some evidence and get rid of the animatronics. Having no idea what was going to happen to the spirits inside of them.

He was carrying an axe.

@aratheprodigy

[immortalafton]

aratheprodigy​:

The ghost fidgeted with her hands, standing up and floating nearby.

“I couldn’t think of anything else to do… I can’t go with the other ghosts…. the people all scared me… I didn’t recognize them… and I couldn’t remember anything before waking up like this besides bits of my family but none of them came by…”

She looked up with her single eye, dull but still shining with innocence.

“Something told me you’d wake up… and waking up alone isn’t fun. Especially if everything including your body is unfamiliar.” She oddly sounded like she spoke from experience. Though she then scrunched up her face in confusion at her words.

“But you would rather stay with the violent guy?” He was very confused by this, but he was really thankful. 

He tried walking around, the sounds of creaking and squishing body parts could be heard. He then began to pound at the walls, attempting to break them open. Even with his new strong supernatural body with metal parts - he had no luck.

“Bloody hell...”

[aratheprodigy]

“You’re Mister Bunny.” She said as though it explained everything.

“This was supposed to happen. I think.” She shook her head, then phased through the fake wall and came back a second later.

“There’s not anything out there. It’s just a broken mess.” The ghost frowned.

[immortalafton]

(I made an idea that probably works! Tiny child Arabelle+ memory weirdness+ eventual multiverse portal to her world! If it gets that far lol- -@aratheprodigy)

Things weren’t quite working out to plan. The eight year old had struggled quite a bit in trying to survive, requiring multiple stab wounds to actually kill them, and removing one of her eyes was not supposed to happen.

Yet… the ghost woke up, memories seeming to be gone of her actual death, still having not mentioned her name, and not freaking out over being a ghost or missing an eye, not skipping a beat in just being a smiling child who happened to float and be rather bloody. Though, no matter how many times he had tried to steer her in a direction of possessing an animatronic or even using a name he actually used, she never did, seeming almost unable to, and stuck to calling him Mr. Bunny or just Mister.

She practically lit up when she saw him sneak back into the building, swinging her legs while she sat on top of a arcade machine.

“Hi Mr. Bunny!”

The man blinked, looking over at the spirit and sighing in relief when it was the one that didn't seem upset with him. He didn't even know if he killed this one, he didn't recall this one...but she always appeared and seemed happy to see him. Which was nice.

"Hey, little girl." He greeted, going further into the building. He wanted to destroy some evidence and get rid of the animatronics. Having no idea what was going to happen to the spirits inside of them.

He was carrying an axe.

@aratheprodigy

[immortalafton]

aratheprodigy​:

The ghost had taken up sitting in a corner in a ball, shaking and shuddering from the people that had been there. She looked up, startled by his awakening, but quickly brightened as she realized he was awake and aware.

“Mister Bunny! You were all b-bloody and not moving- the people stuck you in here after the bad ghosts hurt you- they couldn’t see me! I- I couldn’t do anything- you went all quiet and…”she stuttered out, quickly descending into tears again.

“I can’t leave like they did. I didn’t wanna leave you alone, but you didn’t move for so long…”

William looked down at one of his new hands, clenching and unclenching it, trying to get used to his new body. He then looked back at his ghost friend, surprised that she was still here with him.

“You really stuck around this horrible dark place for me?” He had always wanted a loyal child like this, but to finally have one...

He slowly stood up, he had wanted this body for such a long time - but to finally get it in such a way, was unexpected. This was a set back, but he was half-way there...

[aratheprodigy]

The ghost fidgeted with her hands, standing up and floating nearby.

“I couldn’t think of anything else to do… I can’t go with the other ghosts…. the people all scared me… I didn’t recognize them… and I couldn’t remember anything before waking up like this besides bits of my family but none of them came by…”

She looked up with her single eye, dull but still shining with innocence.

“Something told me you’d wake up… and waking up alone isn’t fun. Especially if everything including your body is unfamiliar.” She oddly sounded like she spoke from experience. Though she then scrunched up her face in confusion at her words.