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@askthepurpleman
Sometimes you accidentally log into the wrong old account and reread old posts and end up crying laughing.
“Vincent wanted to watch Spongebob but it was too emotional for him”
@pizzaandspiders-blog wherever you are, I hope you’re doing amazing.
you’re flesh and blood,
but what’s U N D E R N E A T H ?
{ Like for starters!
If you want anything in particular, message me, otherwise I’m basically just going to be writing prompts in order to get into character!
Thank you!
Also you can still send asks. I am still capable of doing that kind of artwork. }
{ It’s really hard coming back because all of the blogs I followed don’t post at all anymore and I don’t know if this is a dead fandom tbh
Seriously like half the blogs I followed haven’t posted in over a year...
And I don’t know if Silver Eyes has a huge fandom with people rping the characters :/
Oh well, might as well work on the blog! }
The feeling of being watched was nearly constant on his graveyard shift, but Mike was used to it fading as soon as he closed that front door behind him. The young man looked around nervously before spotting the only other person out on the early morning street, and he startled a bit. Then he tried to straighten up, and pretend that he hadn’t just spent a night fearing for his life.
“Uh, uh, good morning!” Mike pushed all the cheerfulness he had into his voice. “Looks like it’ll be a nice day, huh?”
It was a shock the place had reopened.
William had his hands in his pockets as he headed to the pizzeria, ready to start the day. It was destined to be a long one, Henry was out for the day, which left William to pick up the rest.
Not that he could ever compare to Henry.
He didn’t make the monsters, he just perfected them. He just brought them to life in ways that Henry could only dream of. Just because Henry could wear a spring-locked suit, he was never fully comfortable in them. But William... He was happiest inside it. He was himself inside of it.
Springtrap Bonnie.
The Purple Man.
Called that due to a child seeing a blue uniform covered in blood. At least they hadn’t seen the suit.
It may have been a shock the place reopened, but it was even more a shock that no one had thought of him as the killer. It seemed like they had ideas of who it was or could be, but no one had spoken to William yet.
He hadn’t even noticed the security guard until he spoke.
“It certainly does.” His voice and smile did not betray his perfect businessman façade. “I’m sure it’ll be an even better night.” An odd thing to say, but not strange enough to set off any alarms, William was sure.
“Wait a moment, you work here, don’t you? How was the night?”
{ uhhhh….
So, bought the book. Love William, kinda wanna write him.
Who’d wanna see that?
…
No one?
Well, I’m probably gonna do it anyway. Prepare for blog revamp. }
Holy crap guys, did we hit 200 followers when I wasn’t looking???
We’re at 206 now and I couldn’t be happier!
But due to vacation I most likely won’t be able to post anything of value until tomorrow night.
Thank you guys so much for being patient, and as always, like this for a starter maybe? I’ll approach with some questions of course, but it’ll mostly be just an average starter. :)
Also, to my lovelies that I’ve discussed starters with, all coming ASAP! (Most likely tomorrow night, like I said…)
I love you all, and thank you so much for following!
Hey lovelies, bed time again!
Again, this isn't my usual sleeping time, but I'm on vacation, so my days are a little weird.
Also, I'm sorry for not getting much done (I also want to write a few more starters, including one for springloaded-snaptrap, and a lot more lore stuff), but vacation is awesome so... XD
Love you guys! Stay awesome!
"No one is allowed in, especially concerning... previous employees..."
Still just a suspect.
Still just a suspect, as they didn't even seem to have enough evidence to even say anything.
He hadn't been convicted, he hadn't even been arrested. They had no reason to keep him away from Freddy's.
That they knew of, at least.
More people were suspects than just him at the moment, and they had yet to question every single one of them. But right now, he was their best guess, and honestly...
They already knew it was him.
He'd avoid answers, dance around questions awkwardly. He was no mastermind, and all they needed was some solid evidence, and it would take a couple weeks for all of that to process.
And the management at Freddy's had made it very clear that as long as the case was open, he was not allowed within sight.
But it was night now.
What would they do?
The night guard was a joke. He knew the guy. Jeremy, or whatever his name was... He was some sort of offender, wasn't he? At least, he had some problems. He'd agree with Seth that this was nothing, and there would be no issues.
Seth just needed to go back.
Just for a moment.
Bathe in the blood... There was no way they would have gotten it all up.
He just needed that moment once again, whether the animatronics were awake tonight or not.
A broken jaw hurts the worst.
Anything that can be crushed inside of the spring trap suit was, but the jaw hurt the worst.
It almost made him feel sorry for Chica, every night it seemed her jaw fell out of place. Cracked and off to one side, as if it was almost still attached.... Almost.
Securing his jaw back into place inside of the suit was impossible. The pain was not real, but to a poltergeist, anything could feel real.
Discomfort was so much more common than comfort these days, especially inside the ol'Springtrap.
He only could remember what got him there...
Anger wasn't the right word, he felt.
Yes, in death, Seth felt.
He felt more than anxiety, or confidence, or pain.
He felt everything his mother had made sure he never would. He felt anger, pride, comfort, security, despair...
Toward the first child, he felt... Something.
Anger wasn't the right word.
It was something like anger. If he was better with words, perhaps he'd know it. But that child had started everything.
He'd lost control of his urges, that was how that child had died. And around the puppet, he felt a mix of anxiety and panic in life.
But now?
It had killed him.
Chased after him. Caused him to jump inside the spring trap. And when it failed...
Hopefully, he just wouldn't see the puppet creature again...
Send me "└" to see my reaction to yours suddenly stabbing mine.
…
A presence felt in the pizzeria again.
It wasn’t the same, but it was there. Which meant that, at the very least, if he wasn’t alive, he was here.
l̸҉̴̡̯̙̹͚̘̝͇̱͝ͅo҉̷̖̖̗̝̪̬́͞u̡̙̦͚͉i̶̗͍͚̥͍̘̦̺̯̻͕̟̘͔̞̤͈͞s̵͙̟͍̤͇͎̝̦͍̺̖͚͢?̶̬͕̠̙̟̙̞͇̺͎̦̕͘͟͡
The sound of his voice had changed. It didn’t quite fit his mouth movement anymore. The voice of a poltergeist was hard to catch, But there was no mistaking it to be anyone but him.
He would look long dead. The coloring was that of a corpse, other than the strange purple aura that seemed to waft off of him like an odor.
But Louis didn’t seem too different?
Maybe it was just because he hadn’t been dead long.
He grabbed him and gave him the biggest hug that he could. They’d had such limited contact in life that this felt a little strange, but it also felt completely necessary.
i̸̢͉̖̯̗ ̶̖͇̥̬̜́͞͠w̶̦̼̲̫͙͞a͘͢͠҉̘̭̳̱͇̠͉̟͕͕͕̦͙̣̞̪̤s̴̻̱̻̙̪̖͚̺̦̲̬̮̬̗̜̯̺̟͜ ̢̛̭̹͉͈͉͔̺̹̪͇͚̤̀w̸̨̰͉̪̟̹̻̱̰̲̞̳͚͇̠͓̭̪͖̰͢͞ơ̸҉͖̳̭̥r̸̴̡̳̝̹̪̖̱̰̥͈͚̜̹̺͇͢͠r̵͍̹͍͘͢͞i͏̡̯̘̳̭̠͇͉̥͓̥̬͚͙́ͅe̸̵̴̪̞̺͇̻̥̞͝ḓ͉̬̠̩̘̫̼͟͜͟͜.̸̨̥̯̯̺͖̖̼͞ ̵͏̷̷͈̫̮̰͈ ̖͈̼͚̘̫̳͉̞̯̬̦̱̺̝̫̟̳͘i̧͇̫̦̭͇̗͜ ̴̢̲̙̥͓͙̳̜͜d̹̜̭̙̩͈̪͚̜͉̩̹̣̗̪̀͢͞ͅͅì̢̨҉͓͔̳̖͚͓̟̫͖ͅͅd̵̵͡҉͙̤̫̜n̴̡̰͙̺͞͝͠ͅ’̷̧̨̲̣͓̯̜͢ͅͅt̷̨̲̣͉̜̺̘ ̡̜̯͍̝̬̬͕͔̞̹̙̦̠́̕͘ͅt̛̀͏̴̠̲͓̖̺͉̱̬̹͎̼̹̙̀ͅh̵̻͕̼̜̮̩̘̹̝̩̦̰̗͝í͏̢̹̪͍̮̝̲̖̣͚͓͍̣́ͅņ̗͚͚͎̻͕̪͖́k͏͕͔͉̳̺͓̬̙̤͔̮̟̮̙͙͍̖͓̗ ̡͏̝̼͖̘̻̝̤͡y̴͈͕̙͇̙͚̟̠̘̪̕o̴̢͘҉͖̻͖͔̭̦̝̗͖͇u̴҉̩͉̟̲̗͎̣͕̖͇͍͔̘̙̰̜͖̦́ͅ ̸̢̼̤͉̝̳̜͡͡͠ẃ͕̹̤͕͓͠͞͡e҉̵҉̪̳̗̫̻̙̥̼̮̥̺̮̝́ͅͅŕ̶͓͚̭̮̫̪̣̭̩̻̩͈̀̀̕e͜҉̶͈͚̳̞͉̬͖͇̲̬̱̣̱̖̪ ̷̛̟͉͕̤̺̥͖̮̥̥͍̘́͢͡c͎̭̭̪͕̹͔̖͘o͏̢͏̥̞͇̪̦̟͈͇̼̗͙̳͉m̗̥̜̪̲͉̪͎̗͉̯͖̀͘͡i̸̝̲̩̟̲͍̹͚̕n҉̨̧͖̣̳̼͔͓̭̺̦͚̺͍̭̮̤͘g̥͈̮̳̣̯͍̹̘̼̘͖̪̘͕̭͘͞ͅͅ ̢̹̯͍̖͔̦͖̦̙ͅb̧̨̯̼̼̗̱̪̱̕a̧̲̝̥̗̞͎͙͕̗̠͘ͅc̴̛̯̝͓̜͇̗͍̙͍͚͙͇͝ķ̷̡̱͙̞̟̬̯͔̦͓̺̥͟͝.͟͏̧͏̹̫͇͖̳̠̦͔̝̞͙̥̫̟̱̫̮͎͘
“Vincent!” Louis returned his hug, embracing him tightly. “It’s really you!”
Louis hoped that Vincent did not know that he had taken his own life. He didn’t want his best friend to be ashamed of him.
Never before in his life had he felt relief, or joy.
But they quickly fell away to anger, at the realization that yes, Louis was, in fact, dead.
w̴͖̘̱̣̣̲͕͈̮̤͖̻͎͘͘͞ͅh̬̦̳̦̯̣̲͖͟͡͞͝a̴̪͓͔̟̫̳͙͎͢͟t҉͏̷̛̮̫̟̯̖͈͕̝̤̰̬̰̻͈̹͚́ ̷҉̟̹̘̝̜̬̱͓̼͈̀ͅḑ̛͙̰̻̝͚̥̪̤̤͖̝̝̮̳̬́͢ͅi҉҉̺͔̬̱̦̠̪͕̱̮̗͇̥̪͙̱ḑ̧̛͖̥͎̼̥̺̺̬̻̺͖̜ͅ ̢̧̘͚̜̼͈͔̬͕̞̰͔̘̣͉́͘t̨̧̗̣͔͇̪̣͍̭̙̹̣̬͡͡h̶̷̠̗͇̹̹͓͚͓̹̬͖̘͓͖̲̪̹̬̱̀͟e̛͚̬̹̯̱͔̙̤͕͓̘͔̣͈̕͢ͅỵ̵̨͕̱͖̺̪̟͔͈͎͍ ̵̢̡̺͚̗̹̙̯̲̘̪̜ḓ̵̖̦͚̤͓̯̳̻͔̪̙͙́͞o̶̢̼͇̭̳͙̝̘͍̞̟̯͓̦̮͍͚̲̕͢ ̷̧̜̣͙̣̩͉̹̲͕̻̳ț̡̟̣̤͙̲̘̱̥̹͔̻̣̝͠ǫ̶̤̱̝̺̻̘̭̰̻̞͙̥͔͜ ̜̘̱̣̹̦͈͈̫͠ͅy̬͎̼̯̠̫͉̯̗̯͘͜͡ơ̫̪͈̮̝̼̥͔̜̯̦̰̘̯̟̙̫̣u̴̱̪̭̝̰̬̫̗̲̗̹̘̱̩͉͇͙̼͘͡
Dead eyes unwavering, focused very hard on the one person he could safely call a companion. Could safely call him a friend.
And they had taken him away.
If he had been killed inside this place, it would have been different. He would have seen. He would have known that it was the children.
But it wasn't.
w̧̛̼̠͙̻͚̯͈̹̣̤̰̼̫̟̫͔̬ͅh͏̶̸̦̲̬͖̜̖̯͡y̡̧͙̬͉̮̩̙ ̸̢҉̬̦͍̬̹̫̱̝͕͓͇̼̺͍͈͓̬̕͜a͏̳̰̗̫̰̺̘͔̞͖́ŕ̴̦̟͓͉̳̀͟͢e̷̖̬̠̞̼̗͢ ̷̵̖͓͙̩̫̖̼͎̝͕̬̕y̷̻͙͕̤͇͈̘͙o̷͔̬͖̹͖̳̮̹̥̲͎̺̣ų̵̜̗̟̰̰̥̫̟̥̙ ͏̜̙͇̜̠̥̖̺h҉̢̰̟̘̺̼̥̦̦e̷̺̪̤̥r̸̸̰͇̯͉e̵͏̵̶̪̜̠͕̱̟̞̜͍͕̝̺͚͝
"All around the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the weasel"
"The monkey thought ‘twas all in fun…"
"POP!"
"Goes the weasel!"
It looks like his name is now Seth!
(As of two votes...)
But I liked both names so it doesn't matter to me! :D
From here on out, every roleplay I take place in will have him with the name of Seth Walker.
Same character, nothing else has really changed, just his name!
Thanks guys!
I like seth
Another vote for Seth!
(( The name Seth sounds good! :3
Awesome! I like it too, mostly for the Egyptian roots.
FNAF 3 Spoilers!
Well, the third game came out and I played and watched it and I am not at all disappointed. I’m actually rather happy that Scott went the route to not make it as scary as FNAF 2 or 1 in my own opinion (even though I have heard a lot of people saying it’s the scariest one.) Instead, for me at least, it seemed to focus more on story, which is what I love the most about the series. The lore is incredible, and since i’m guessing that FNAF 3 will be the last game, I wanted to pay a tribute to the main antagonist of the series, the purple guy (or Springtrap, whoever you want him to be) It is rather sad to see the series come to an end so quickly after it was released last Summer, but i’m glad that it ended wrapping up most of the story.
Thank you Scott for making such a great trilogy.
