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@ask-glitchtrap-the-anomaly
Ask me, anything you’d like. =:]
These may be drawn. They may not.
Do what you will.
He/It
This Is His Human Form
(OOC is in parenthesis like this)
[Thoughts in his head are in brackets like this]
He’s Got a LOT of kids so I’m just gonna tag them below as well as #s, info about him and Art Permissions
Oh they're not sending me.
–⭐
...Great.
Sure, you could call 'em that.
–⭐
Right.... when can I expect your next visit?
They're not going to give up on you, by the way.
–⭐
Who? Your... buddies?
..Just a friend who's genuinely curious.
–⭐
Uh huh. And if I've got blood on my paws right now?
"God fucking dammit."
A man in a white button down and yellow tie appears.
JESUS-
*he jumps as he hears the voice. He quickly hides his paws behind his back. His feet are stained red*
The man's facial expression turns to what I can only describe as "what the fuck."
"Why.. are you.. a rabbit..?"
Been this way for years, friend.
"I- I'm not even going to.. Okay."
He grabs something from his back pocket, keeping it out of view.
"Are you alone?"
*he glances behind himself. They're in a large office decorated in Fazbear memorabilia*
You see anyone else in this room?
*the door is slightly cracked open. The carpet has small red stains on it, leading to the door*
"....Show me your hands. Paws. Whatever."
*He brings one paw out behind his back. It's stained red to halfway up the forearm.*
"Jesus fucking christ-"
Something wrong?
"I'm going to... go... get someone else to deal with this."
Glitchtrap hears a click noise.
Nothing happens.
"Shit, shit, shit."
Click, click, click, click...
...Teleporter not working?
He books it out of the office.
*he comes out to a long hallway, leading to an elevator. Glitchtrap follows behind calmly*
Damn thing run outta batteries or something?
He spams the elevator button.
Well, damn, give it a second.
*the elevator beeps at him, asking for clearance. A card reader sits on the wall to the side of the elevator doors*
He yelps before racing to the bathroom and locking the door behind him.
*After a couple moment, black goop starts to seep through the crack at the bottom of the door*
He shrieks and backs himself against the farthest wall.
*The goop pools in the doorway, then slowly re-forms itself as Glitchtrap. He dusts off his vest. The blood on his arms from before is gone*
Calm down, you're fine. Not gonna hurt you.
"You're not...?"
What reason do I have?
"I- I don't know, I'm trespassing?"
Not my job to take care of that
*he sticks out a paw*
William Afton, but nowadays I'm calling myself Glitchtrap. You?
He hesitantly shakes his paw.
"B- Billie."
*His grip tightens, not letting go*
What'cha doing here, Billie?
He's shaking.
"I, uh, I-"
A pair of handcuffs fall out of his back pocket.
*His grip tightens painfully*
You a cop?
"Ew, no!"
Handcuffs.
"Well- That doesn't mean I'm a cop! I was going to- Hrrg.. I promise I was not going to take you to prison. That's not what we do. But you're- You're dangerous."
What makes you say that?
"You were quite literally covered in blood!"
Who’s to say it wasn’t my own?
"Do you think I'm daft?"
He tries to yank his hand free but to no avail.
"If- If you let me go, I will leave and I won't tell anyone about this."
Nah. I think I'll keep you here, actually.
"But- You said you weren't going to hurt me."
keeping you here. Until my… friend arrives.
"...You have a friend?"
Piss off.
"I gladly would if I could."
*he leads him out the bathroom and back to the office*
"How long until your 'friend' gets here? And who are they?"
Couple minutes
"Is this one of those things where you won't hurt me but you'll tell them to?"
That man can’t fight someone if he tried.
"That's a relief."
*After a minute, the office door opens and a man comes through, black hair and a bright primary-colored suit and tie. He squints at the two*
..what?
"Hi, please tell your weird rabbit friend to release the very painful grip he has on me."
*The man looks back and forth between the two of them*
Are we throwing him in the garbage disposal too?
He glares at Glitchtrap.
"So, what's the plan? 'Cause I'm kind of on a schedule here."
You tell me why you came here or it’s garbage disposal time
"I'm here to take you to AIM! Afton Institute of the Multiverse. We rehabilitate Aftons to save their future victims and give you a better life than being a horrible person for the rest of your existence."
….uh huh. I think i’m good.
"I told you what you wanted to know. Can you let me go now?"
*he lets go*
..Just a friend who's genuinely curious.
–⭐
Uh huh. And if I've got blood on my paws right now?
"God fucking dammit."
A man in a white button down and yellow tie appears.
JESUS-
*he jumps as he hears the voice. He quickly hides his paws behind his back. His feet are stained red*
The man's facial expression turns to what I can only describe as "what the fuck."
"Why.. are you.. a rabbit..?"
Been this way for years, friend.
"I- I'm not even going to.. Okay."
He grabs something from his back pocket, keeping it out of view.
"Are you alone?"
*he glances behind himself. They're in a large office decorated in Fazbear memorabilia*
You see anyone else in this room?
*the door is slightly cracked open. The carpet has small red stains on it, leading to the door*
"....Show me your hands. Paws. Whatever."
*He brings one paw out behind his back. It's stained red to halfway up the forearm.*
"Jesus fucking christ-"
Something wrong?
"I'm going to... go... get someone else to deal with this."
Glitchtrap hears a click noise.
Nothing happens.
"Shit, shit, shit."
Click, click, click, click...
...Teleporter not working?
He books it out of the office.
*he comes out to a long hallway, leading to an elevator. Glitchtrap follows behind calmly*
Damn thing run outta batteries or something?
He spams the elevator button.
Well, damn, give it a second.
*the elevator beeps at him, asking for clearance. A card reader sits on the wall to the side of the elevator doors*
He yelps before racing to the bathroom and locking the door behind him.
*After a couple moment, black goop starts to seep through the crack at the bottom of the door*
He shrieks and backs himself against the farthest wall.
*The goop pools in the doorway, then slowly re-forms itself as Glitchtrap. He dusts off his vest. The blood on his arms from before is gone*
Calm down, you're fine. Not gonna hurt you.
"You're not...?"
What reason do I have?
"I- I don't know, I'm trespassing?"
Not my job to take care of that
*he sticks out a paw*
William Afton, but nowadays I'm calling myself Glitchtrap. You?
He hesitantly shakes his paw.
"B- Billie."
*His grip tightens, not letting go*
What'cha doing here, Billie?
He's shaking.
"I, uh, I-"
A pair of handcuffs fall out of his back pocket.
*His grip tightens painfully*
You a cop?
"Ew, no!"
Handcuffs.
"Well- That doesn't mean I'm a cop! I was going to- Hrrg.. I promise I was not going to take you to prison. That's not what we do. But you're- You're dangerous."
What makes you say that?
"You were quite literally covered in blood!"
Who’s to say it wasn’t my own?
"Do you think I'm daft?"
He tries to yank his hand free but to no avail.
"If- If you let me go, I will leave and I won't tell anyone about this."
Nah. I think I'll keep you here, actually.
"But- You said you weren't going to hurt me."
keeping you here. Until my… friend arrives.
"...You have a friend?"
Piss off.
"I gladly would if I could."
*he leads him out the bathroom and back to the office*
"How long until your 'friend' gets here? And who are they?"
Couple minutes
"Is this one of those things where you won't hurt me but you'll tell them to?"
That man can’t fight someone if he tried.
"That's a relief."
*After a minute, the office door opens and a man comes through, black hair and a bright primary-colored suit and tie. He squints at the two*
..what?
"Hi, please tell your weird rabbit friend to release the very painful grip he has on me."
*The man looks back and forth between the two of them*
Are we throwing him in the garbage disposal too?
He glares at Glitchtrap.
"So, what's the plan? 'Cause I'm kind of on a schedule here."
You tell me why you came here or it’s garbage disposal time
"I'm here to take you to AIM! Afton Institute of the Multiverse. We rehabilitate Aftons to save their future victims and give you a better life than being a horrible person for the rest of your existence."
….uh huh. I think i’m good.
..Just a friend who's genuinely curious.
–⭐
Uh huh. And if I've got blood on my paws right now?
"God fucking dammit."
A man in a white button down and yellow tie appears.
JESUS-
*he jumps as he hears the voice. He quickly hides his paws behind his back. His feet are stained red*
The man's facial expression turns to what I can only describe as "what the fuck."
"Why.. are you.. a rabbit..?"
Been this way for years, friend.
"I- I'm not even going to.. Okay."
He grabs something from his back pocket, keeping it out of view.
"Are you alone?"
*he glances behind himself. They're in a large office decorated in Fazbear memorabilia*
You see anyone else in this room?
*the door is slightly cracked open. The carpet has small red stains on it, leading to the door*
"....Show me your hands. Paws. Whatever."
*He brings one paw out behind his back. It's stained red to halfway up the forearm.*
"Jesus fucking christ-"
Something wrong?
"I'm going to... go... get someone else to deal with this."
Glitchtrap hears a click noise.
Nothing happens.
"Shit, shit, shit."
Click, click, click, click...
...Teleporter not working?
He books it out of the office.
*he comes out to a long hallway, leading to an elevator. Glitchtrap follows behind calmly*
Damn thing run outta batteries or something?
He spams the elevator button.
Well, damn, give it a second.
*the elevator beeps at him, asking for clearance. A card reader sits on the wall to the side of the elevator doors*
He yelps before racing to the bathroom and locking the door behind him.
*After a couple moment, black goop starts to seep through the crack at the bottom of the door*
He shrieks and backs himself against the farthest wall.
*The goop pools in the doorway, then slowly re-forms itself as Glitchtrap. He dusts off his vest. The blood on his arms from before is gone*
Calm down, you're fine. Not gonna hurt you.
"You're not...?"
What reason do I have?
"I- I don't know, I'm trespassing?"
Not my job to take care of that
*he sticks out a paw*
William Afton, but nowadays I'm calling myself Glitchtrap. You?
He hesitantly shakes his paw.
"B- Billie."
*His grip tightens, not letting go*
What'cha doing here, Billie?
He's shaking.
"I, uh, I-"
A pair of handcuffs fall out of his back pocket.
*His grip tightens painfully*
You a cop?
"Ew, no!"
Handcuffs.
"Well- That doesn't mean I'm a cop! I was going to- Hrrg.. I promise I was not going to take you to prison. That's not what we do. But you're- You're dangerous."
What makes you say that?
"You were quite literally covered in blood!"
Who’s to say it wasn’t my own?
"Do you think I'm daft?"
He tries to yank his hand free but to no avail.
"If- If you let me go, I will leave and I won't tell anyone about this."
Nah. I think I'll keep you here, actually.
"But- You said you weren't going to hurt me."
keeping you here. Until my… friend arrives.
"...You have a friend?"
Piss off.
"I gladly would if I could."
*he leads him out the bathroom and back to the office*
"How long until your 'friend' gets here? And who are they?"
Couple minutes
"Is this one of those things where you won't hurt me but you'll tell them to?"
That man can’t fight someone if he tried.
"That's a relief."
*After a minute, the office door opens and a man comes through, black hair and a bright primary-colored suit and tie. He squints at the two*
..what?
"Hi, please tell your weird rabbit friend to release the very painful grip he has on me."
*The man looks back and forth between the two of them*
Are we throwing him in the garbage disposal too?
He glares at Glitchtrap.
"So, what's the plan? 'Cause I'm kind of on a schedule here."
You tell me why you came here or it’s garbage disposal time
..Just a friend who's genuinely curious.
–⭐
Uh huh. And if I've got blood on my paws right now?
"God fucking dammit."
A man in a white button down and yellow tie appears.
JESUS-
*he jumps as he hears the voice. He quickly hides his paws behind his back. His feet are stained red*
The man's facial expression turns to what I can only describe as "what the fuck."
"Why.. are you.. a rabbit..?"
Been this way for years, friend.
"I- I'm not even going to.. Okay."
He grabs something from his back pocket, keeping it out of view.
"Are you alone?"
*he glances behind himself. They're in a large office decorated in Fazbear memorabilia*
You see anyone else in this room?
*the door is slightly cracked open. The carpet has small red stains on it, leading to the door*
"....Show me your hands. Paws. Whatever."
*He brings one paw out behind his back. It's stained red to halfway up the forearm.*
"Jesus fucking christ-"
Something wrong?
"I'm going to... go... get someone else to deal with this."
Glitchtrap hears a click noise.
Nothing happens.
"Shit, shit, shit."
Click, click, click, click...
...Teleporter not working?
He books it out of the office.
*he comes out to a long hallway, leading to an elevator. Glitchtrap follows behind calmly*
Damn thing run outta batteries or something?
He spams the elevator button.
Well, damn, give it a second.
*the elevator beeps at him, asking for clearance. A card reader sits on the wall to the side of the elevator doors*
He yelps before racing to the bathroom and locking the door behind him.
*After a couple moment, black goop starts to seep through the crack at the bottom of the door*
He shrieks and backs himself against the farthest wall.
*The goop pools in the doorway, then slowly re-forms itself as Glitchtrap. He dusts off his vest. The blood on his arms from before is gone*
Calm down, you're fine. Not gonna hurt you.
"You're not...?"
What reason do I have?
"I- I don't know, I'm trespassing?"
Not my job to take care of that
*he sticks out a paw*
William Afton, but nowadays I'm calling myself Glitchtrap. You?
He hesitantly shakes his paw.
"B- Billie."
*His grip tightens, not letting go*
What'cha doing here, Billie?
He's shaking.
"I, uh, I-"
A pair of handcuffs fall out of his back pocket.
*His grip tightens painfully*
You a cop?
"Ew, no!"
Handcuffs.
"Well- That doesn't mean I'm a cop! I was going to- Hrrg.. I promise I was not going to take you to prison. That's not what we do. But you're- You're dangerous."
What makes you say that?
"You were quite literally covered in blood!"
Who’s to say it wasn’t my own?
"Do you think I'm daft?"
He tries to yank his hand free but to no avail.
"If- If you let me go, I will leave and I won't tell anyone about this."
Nah. I think I'll keep you here, actually.
"But- You said you weren't going to hurt me."
keeping you here. Until my… friend arrives.
"...You have a friend?"
Piss off.
"I gladly would if I could."
*he leads him out the bathroom and back to the office*
"How long until your 'friend' gets here? And who are they?"
Couple minutes
"Is this one of those things where you won't hurt me but you'll tell them to?"
That man can’t fight someone if he tried.
"That's a relief."
*After a minute, the office door opens and a man comes through, black hair and a bright primary-colored suit and tie. He squints at the two*
..what?
"Hi, please tell your weird rabbit friend to release the very painful grip he has on me."
*The man looks back and forth between the two of them*
Are we throwing him in the garbage disposal too?
He glares at Glitchtrap.
I was told you're about to kill 'im!
–🧪
No no no no killing here
Give my colleague Billie back ya blasted bawbag!
–🧪
i’m not doing anything!
..Just a friend who's genuinely curious.
–⭐
Uh huh. And if I've got blood on my paws right now?
"God fucking dammit."
A man in a white button down and yellow tie appears.
JESUS-
*he jumps as he hears the voice. He quickly hides his paws behind his back. His feet are stained red*
The man's facial expression turns to what I can only describe as "what the fuck."
"Why.. are you.. a rabbit..?"
Been this way for years, friend.
"I- I'm not even going to.. Okay."
He grabs something from his back pocket, keeping it out of view.
"Are you alone?"
*he glances behind himself. They're in a large office decorated in Fazbear memorabilia*
You see anyone else in this room?
*the door is slightly cracked open. The carpet has small red stains on it, leading to the door*
"....Show me your hands. Paws. Whatever."
*He brings one paw out behind his back. It's stained red to halfway up the forearm.*
"Jesus fucking christ-"
Something wrong?
"I'm going to... go... get someone else to deal with this."
Glitchtrap hears a click noise.
Nothing happens.
"Shit, shit, shit."
Click, click, click, click...
...Teleporter not working?
He books it out of the office.
*he comes out to a long hallway, leading to an elevator. Glitchtrap follows behind calmly*
Damn thing run outta batteries or something?
He spams the elevator button.
Well, damn, give it a second.
*the elevator beeps at him, asking for clearance. A card reader sits on the wall to the side of the elevator doors*
He yelps before racing to the bathroom and locking the door behind him.
*After a couple moment, black goop starts to seep through the crack at the bottom of the door*
He shrieks and backs himself against the farthest wall.
*The goop pools in the doorway, then slowly re-forms itself as Glitchtrap. He dusts off his vest. The blood on his arms from before is gone*
Calm down, you're fine. Not gonna hurt you.
"You're not...?"
What reason do I have?
"I- I don't know, I'm trespassing?"
Not my job to take care of that
*he sticks out a paw*
William Afton, but nowadays I'm calling myself Glitchtrap. You?
He hesitantly shakes his paw.
"B- Billie."
*His grip tightens, not letting go*
What'cha doing here, Billie?
He's shaking.
"I, uh, I-"
A pair of handcuffs fall out of his back pocket.
*His grip tightens painfully*
You a cop?
"Ew, no!"
Handcuffs.
"Well- That doesn't mean I'm a cop! I was going to- Hrrg.. I promise I was not going to take you to prison. That's not what we do. But you're- You're dangerous."
What makes you say that?
"You were quite literally covered in blood!"
Who’s to say it wasn’t my own?
"Do you think I'm daft?"
He tries to yank his hand free but to no avail.
"If- If you let me go, I will leave and I won't tell anyone about this."
Nah. I think I'll keep you here, actually.
"But- You said you weren't going to hurt me."
keeping you here. Until my… friend arrives.
"...You have a friend?"
Piss off.
"I gladly would if I could."
*he leads him out the bathroom and back to the office*
"How long until your 'friend' gets here? And who are they?"
Couple minutes
"Is this one of those things where you won't hurt me but you'll tell them to?"
That man can’t fight someone if he tried.
"That's a relief."
*After a minute, the office door opens and a man comes through, black hair and a bright primary-colored suit and tie. He squints at the two*
..what?
"Hi, please tell your weird rabbit friend to release the very painful grip he has on me."
*The man looks back and forth between the two of them*
Are we throwing him in the garbage disposal too?
..Just a friend who's genuinely curious.
–⭐
Uh huh. And if I've got blood on my paws right now?
"God fucking dammit."
A man in a white button down and yellow tie appears.
JESUS-
*he jumps as he hears the voice. He quickly hides his paws behind his back. His feet are stained red*
The man's facial expression turns to what I can only describe as "what the fuck."
"Why.. are you.. a rabbit..?"
Been this way for years, friend.
"I- I'm not even going to.. Okay."
He grabs something from his back pocket, keeping it out of view.
"Are you alone?"
*he glances behind himself. They're in a large office decorated in Fazbear memorabilia*
You see anyone else in this room?
*the door is slightly cracked open. The carpet has small red stains on it, leading to the door*
"....Show me your hands. Paws. Whatever."
*He brings one paw out behind his back. It's stained red to halfway up the forearm.*
"Jesus fucking christ-"
Something wrong?
"I'm going to... go... get someone else to deal with this."
Glitchtrap hears a click noise.
Nothing happens.
"Shit, shit, shit."
Click, click, click, click...
...Teleporter not working?
He books it out of the office.
*he comes out to a long hallway, leading to an elevator. Glitchtrap follows behind calmly*
Damn thing run outta batteries or something?
He spams the elevator button.
Well, damn, give it a second.
*the elevator beeps at him, asking for clearance. A card reader sits on the wall to the side of the elevator doors*
He yelps before racing to the bathroom and locking the door behind him.
*After a couple moment, black goop starts to seep through the crack at the bottom of the door*
He shrieks and backs himself against the farthest wall.
*The goop pools in the doorway, then slowly re-forms itself as Glitchtrap. He dusts off his vest. The blood on his arms from before is gone*
Calm down, you're fine. Not gonna hurt you.
"You're not...?"
What reason do I have?
"I- I don't know, I'm trespassing?"
Not my job to take care of that
*he sticks out a paw*
William Afton, but nowadays I'm calling myself Glitchtrap. You?
He hesitantly shakes his paw.
"B- Billie."
*His grip tightens, not letting go*
What'cha doing here, Billie?
He's shaking.
"I, uh, I-"
A pair of handcuffs fall out of his back pocket.
*His grip tightens painfully*
You a cop?
"Ew, no!"
Handcuffs.
"Well- That doesn't mean I'm a cop! I was going to- Hrrg.. I promise I was not going to take you to prison. That's not what we do. But you're- You're dangerous."
What makes you say that?
"You were quite literally covered in blood!"
Who’s to say it wasn’t my own?
"Do you think I'm daft?"
He tries to yank his hand free but to no avail.
"If- If you let me go, I will leave and I won't tell anyone about this."
Nah. I think I'll keep you here, actually.
"But- You said you weren't going to hurt me."
keeping you here. Until my… friend arrives.
"...You have a friend?"
Piss off.
"I gladly would if I could."
*he leads him out the bathroom and back to the office*
"How long until your 'friend' gets here? And who are they?"
Couple minutes
"Is this one of those things where you won't hurt me but you'll tell them to?"
That man can’t fight someone if he tried.
"That's a relief."
*After a minute, the office door opens and a man comes through, black hair and a bright primary-colored suit and tie. He squints at the two*
..what?
..Just a friend who's genuinely curious.
–⭐
Uh huh. And if I've got blood on my paws right now?
"God fucking dammit."
A man in a white button down and yellow tie appears.
JESUS-
*he jumps as he hears the voice. He quickly hides his paws behind his back. His feet are stained red*
The man's facial expression turns to what I can only describe as "what the fuck."
"Why.. are you.. a rabbit..?"
Been this way for years, friend.
"I- I'm not even going to.. Okay."
He grabs something from his back pocket, keeping it out of view.
"Are you alone?"
*he glances behind himself. They're in a large office decorated in Fazbear memorabilia*
You see anyone else in this room?
*the door is slightly cracked open. The carpet has small red stains on it, leading to the door*
"....Show me your hands. Paws. Whatever."
*He brings one paw out behind his back. It's stained red to halfway up the forearm.*
"Jesus fucking christ-"
Something wrong?
"I'm going to... go... get someone else to deal with this."
Glitchtrap hears a click noise.
Nothing happens.
"Shit, shit, shit."
Click, click, click, click...
...Teleporter not working?
He books it out of the office.
*he comes out to a long hallway, leading to an elevator. Glitchtrap follows behind calmly*
Damn thing run outta batteries or something?
He spams the elevator button.
Well, damn, give it a second.
*the elevator beeps at him, asking for clearance. A card reader sits on the wall to the side of the elevator doors*
He yelps before racing to the bathroom and locking the door behind him.
*After a couple moment, black goop starts to seep through the crack at the bottom of the door*
He shrieks and backs himself against the farthest wall.
*The goop pools in the doorway, then slowly re-forms itself as Glitchtrap. He dusts off his vest. The blood on his arms from before is gone*
Calm down, you're fine. Not gonna hurt you.
"You're not...?"
What reason do I have?
"I- I don't know, I'm trespassing?"
Not my job to take care of that
*he sticks out a paw*
William Afton, but nowadays I'm calling myself Glitchtrap. You?
He hesitantly shakes his paw.
"B- Billie."
*His grip tightens, not letting go*
What'cha doing here, Billie?
He's shaking.
"I, uh, I-"
A pair of handcuffs fall out of his back pocket.
*His grip tightens painfully*
You a cop?
"Ew, no!"
Handcuffs.
"Well- That doesn't mean I'm a cop! I was going to- Hrrg.. I promise I was not going to take you to prison. That's not what we do. But you're- You're dangerous."
What makes you say that?
"You were quite literally covered in blood!"
Who’s to say it wasn’t my own?
"Do you think I'm daft?"
He tries to yank his hand free but to no avail.
"If- If you let me go, I will leave and I won't tell anyone about this."
Nah. I think I'll keep you here, actually.
"But- You said you weren't going to hurt me."
keeping you here. Until my… friend arrives.
"...You have a friend?"
Piss off.
"I gladly would if I could."
*he leads him out the bathroom and back to the office*
"How long until your 'friend' gets here? And who are they?"
Couple minutes
"Is this one of those things where you won't hurt me but you'll tell them to?"
That man can’t fight someone if he tried.
..Just a friend who's genuinely curious.
–⭐
Uh huh. And if I've got blood on my paws right now?
"God fucking dammit."
A man in a white button down and yellow tie appears.
JESUS-
*he jumps as he hears the voice. He quickly hides his paws behind his back. His feet are stained red*
The man's facial expression turns to what I can only describe as "what the fuck."
"Why.. are you.. a rabbit..?"
Been this way for years, friend.
"I- I'm not even going to.. Okay."
He grabs something from his back pocket, keeping it out of view.
"Are you alone?"
*he glances behind himself. They're in a large office decorated in Fazbear memorabilia*
You see anyone else in this room?
*the door is slightly cracked open. The carpet has small red stains on it, leading to the door*
"....Show me your hands. Paws. Whatever."
*He brings one paw out behind his back. It's stained red to halfway up the forearm.*
"Jesus fucking christ-"
Something wrong?
"I'm going to... go... get someone else to deal with this."
Glitchtrap hears a click noise.
Nothing happens.
"Shit, shit, shit."
Click, click, click, click...
...Teleporter not working?
He books it out of the office.
*he comes out to a long hallway, leading to an elevator. Glitchtrap follows behind calmly*
Damn thing run outta batteries or something?
He spams the elevator button.
Well, damn, give it a second.
*the elevator beeps at him, asking for clearance. A card reader sits on the wall to the side of the elevator doors*
He yelps before racing to the bathroom and locking the door behind him.
*After a couple moment, black goop starts to seep through the crack at the bottom of the door*
He shrieks and backs himself against the farthest wall.
*The goop pools in the doorway, then slowly re-forms itself as Glitchtrap. He dusts off his vest. The blood on his arms from before is gone*
Calm down, you're fine. Not gonna hurt you.
"You're not...?"
What reason do I have?
"I- I don't know, I'm trespassing?"
Not my job to take care of that
*he sticks out a paw*
William Afton, but nowadays I'm calling myself Glitchtrap. You?
He hesitantly shakes his paw.
"B- Billie."
*His grip tightens, not letting go*
What'cha doing here, Billie?
He's shaking.
"I, uh, I-"
A pair of handcuffs fall out of his back pocket.
*His grip tightens painfully*
You a cop?
"Ew, no!"
Handcuffs.
"Well- That doesn't mean I'm a cop! I was going to- Hrrg.. I promise I was not going to take you to prison. That's not what we do. But you're- You're dangerous."
What makes you say that?
"You were quite literally covered in blood!"
Who’s to say it wasn’t my own?
"Do you think I'm daft?"
He tries to yank his hand free but to no avail.
"If- If you let me go, I will leave and I won't tell anyone about this."
Nah. I think I'll keep you here, actually.
"But- You said you weren't going to hurt me."
keeping you here. Until my… friend arrives.
"...You have a friend?"
Piss off.
"I gladly would if I could."
*he leads him out the bathroom and back to the office*
"How long until your 'friend' gets here? And who are they?"
Couple minutes
..Just a friend who's genuinely curious.
–⭐
Uh huh. And if I've got blood on my paws right now?
"God fucking dammit."
A man in a white button down and yellow tie appears.
JESUS-
*he jumps as he hears the voice. He quickly hides his paws behind his back. His feet are stained red*
The man's facial expression turns to what I can only describe as "what the fuck."
"Why.. are you.. a rabbit..?"
Been this way for years, friend.
"I- I'm not even going to.. Okay."
He grabs something from his back pocket, keeping it out of view.
"Are you alone?"
*he glances behind himself. They're in a large office decorated in Fazbear memorabilia*
You see anyone else in this room?
*the door is slightly cracked open. The carpet has small red stains on it, leading to the door*
"....Show me your hands. Paws. Whatever."
*He brings one paw out behind his back. It's stained red to halfway up the forearm.*
"Jesus fucking christ-"
Something wrong?
"I'm going to... go... get someone else to deal with this."
Glitchtrap hears a click noise.
Nothing happens.
"Shit, shit, shit."
Click, click, click, click...
...Teleporter not working?
He books it out of the office.
*he comes out to a long hallway, leading to an elevator. Glitchtrap follows behind calmly*
Damn thing run outta batteries or something?
He spams the elevator button.
Well, damn, give it a second.
*the elevator beeps at him, asking for clearance. A card reader sits on the wall to the side of the elevator doors*
He yelps before racing to the bathroom and locking the door behind him.
*After a couple moment, black goop starts to seep through the crack at the bottom of the door*
He shrieks and backs himself against the farthest wall.
*The goop pools in the doorway, then slowly re-forms itself as Glitchtrap. He dusts off his vest. The blood on his arms from before is gone*
Calm down, you're fine. Not gonna hurt you.
"You're not...?"
What reason do I have?
"I- I don't know, I'm trespassing?"
Not my job to take care of that
*he sticks out a paw*
William Afton, but nowadays I'm calling myself Glitchtrap. You?
He hesitantly shakes his paw.
"B- Billie."
*His grip tightens, not letting go*
What'cha doing here, Billie?
He's shaking.
"I, uh, I-"
A pair of handcuffs fall out of his back pocket.
*His grip tightens painfully*
You a cop?
"Ew, no!"
Handcuffs.
"Well- That doesn't mean I'm a cop! I was going to- Hrrg.. I promise I was not going to take you to prison. That's not what we do. But you're- You're dangerous."
What makes you say that?
"You were quite literally covered in blood!"
Who’s to say it wasn’t my own?
"Do you think I'm daft?"
He tries to yank his hand free but to no avail.
"If- If you let me go, I will leave and I won't tell anyone about this."
Nah. I think I'll keep you here, actually.
"But- You said you weren't going to hurt me."
keeping you here. Until my… friend arrives.
"...You have a friend?"
Piss off.
"I gladly would if I could."
*he leads him out the bathroom and back to the office*
..Just a friend who's genuinely curious.
–⭐
Uh huh. And if I've got blood on my paws right now?
"God fucking dammit."
A man in a white button down and yellow tie appears.
JESUS-
*he jumps as he hears the voice. He quickly hides his paws behind his back. His feet are stained red*
The man's facial expression turns to what I can only describe as "what the fuck."
"Why.. are you.. a rabbit..?"
Been this way for years, friend.
"I- I'm not even going to.. Okay."
He grabs something from his back pocket, keeping it out of view.
"Are you alone?"
*he glances behind himself. They're in a large office decorated in Fazbear memorabilia*
You see anyone else in this room?
*the door is slightly cracked open. The carpet has small red stains on it, leading to the door*
"....Show me your hands. Paws. Whatever."
*He brings one paw out behind his back. It's stained red to halfway up the forearm.*
"Jesus fucking christ-"
Something wrong?
"I'm going to... go... get someone else to deal with this."
Glitchtrap hears a click noise.
Nothing happens.
"Shit, shit, shit."
Click, click, click, click...
...Teleporter not working?
He books it out of the office.
*he comes out to a long hallway, leading to an elevator. Glitchtrap follows behind calmly*
Damn thing run outta batteries or something?
He spams the elevator button.
Well, damn, give it a second.
*the elevator beeps at him, asking for clearance. A card reader sits on the wall to the side of the elevator doors*
He yelps before racing to the bathroom and locking the door behind him.
*After a couple moment, black goop starts to seep through the crack at the bottom of the door*
He shrieks and backs himself against the farthest wall.
*The goop pools in the doorway, then slowly re-forms itself as Glitchtrap. He dusts off his vest. The blood on his arms from before is gone*
Calm down, you're fine. Not gonna hurt you.
"You're not...?"
What reason do I have?
"I- I don't know, I'm trespassing?"
Not my job to take care of that
*he sticks out a paw*
William Afton, but nowadays I'm calling myself Glitchtrap. You?
He hesitantly shakes his paw.
"B- Billie."
*His grip tightens, not letting go*
What'cha doing here, Billie?
He's shaking.
"I, uh, I-"
A pair of handcuffs fall out of his back pocket.
*His grip tightens painfully*
You a cop?
"Ew, no!"
Handcuffs.
"Well- That doesn't mean I'm a cop! I was going to- Hrrg.. I promise I was not going to take you to prison. That's not what we do. But you're- You're dangerous."
What makes you say that?
"You were quite literally covered in blood!"
Who’s to say it wasn’t my own?
"Do you think I'm daft?"
He tries to yank his hand free but to no avail.
"If- If you let me go, I will leave and I won't tell anyone about this."
Nah. I think I'll keep you here, actually.
"But- You said you weren't going to hurt me."
keeping you here. Until my… friend arrives.
"...You have a friend?"
Piss off.
..Just a friend who's genuinely curious.
–⭐
Uh huh. And if I've got blood on my paws right now?
"God fucking dammit."
A man in a white button down and yellow tie appears.
JESUS-
*he jumps as he hears the voice. He quickly hides his paws behind his back. His feet are stained red*
The man's facial expression turns to what I can only describe as "what the fuck."
"Why.. are you.. a rabbit..?"
Been this way for years, friend.
"I- I'm not even going to.. Okay."
He grabs something from his back pocket, keeping it out of view.
"Are you alone?"
*he glances behind himself. They're in a large office decorated in Fazbear memorabilia*
You see anyone else in this room?
*the door is slightly cracked open. The carpet has small red stains on it, leading to the door*
"....Show me your hands. Paws. Whatever."
*He brings one paw out behind his back. It's stained red to halfway up the forearm.*
"Jesus fucking christ-"
Something wrong?
"I'm going to... go... get someone else to deal with this."
Glitchtrap hears a click noise.
Nothing happens.
"Shit, shit, shit."
Click, click, click, click...
...Teleporter not working?
He books it out of the office.
*he comes out to a long hallway, leading to an elevator. Glitchtrap follows behind calmly*
Damn thing run outta batteries or something?
He spams the elevator button.
Well, damn, give it a second.
*the elevator beeps at him, asking for clearance. A card reader sits on the wall to the side of the elevator doors*
He yelps before racing to the bathroom and locking the door behind him.
*After a couple moment, black goop starts to seep through the crack at the bottom of the door*
He shrieks and backs himself against the farthest wall.
*The goop pools in the doorway, then slowly re-forms itself as Glitchtrap. He dusts off his vest. The blood on his arms from before is gone*
Calm down, you're fine. Not gonna hurt you.
"You're not...?"
What reason do I have?
"I- I don't know, I'm trespassing?"
Not my job to take care of that
*he sticks out a paw*
William Afton, but nowadays I'm calling myself Glitchtrap. You?
He hesitantly shakes his paw.
"B- Billie."
*His grip tightens, not letting go*
What'cha doing here, Billie?
He's shaking.
"I, uh, I-"
A pair of handcuffs fall out of his back pocket.
*His grip tightens painfully*
You a cop?
"Ew, no!"
Handcuffs.
"Well- That doesn't mean I'm a cop! I was going to- Hrrg.. I promise I was not going to take you to prison. That's not what we do. But you're- You're dangerous."
What makes you say that?
"You were quite literally covered in blood!"
Who’s to say it wasn’t my own?
"Do you think I'm daft?"
He tries to yank his hand free but to no avail.
"If- If you let me go, I will leave and I won't tell anyone about this."
Nah. I think I'll keep you here, actually.
"But- You said you weren't going to hurt me."
keeping you here. Until my… friend arrives.
