Tomorrow Is Another Day. @bittenisms - Tumblr Blog

psst i’ll slip you a 20 if you pay attention to my blog.

hey so the fnaf mood is hitting me again. i spent a couple hours updating this blog, so i might as well come back huh? i dunno how many of my followers are active anymore so uh, like/reblog this post and i’ll check your blog out. doesn’t have to be fnaf, please my children need interaction.

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#queue. || dreaming nightmares

@sunsaviior

The other kids didn’t want to play with him, so he sat on the steps of the cursed place. It was his father’s, but he always.... hated it. He looked around, with his cheeks in his hands. He spotted someone.... unfamiliar. He quickly got up and grabbed his plush’s hand before running over. Maybe they could play with him..?

“ Hello there! I love your clothes! ”

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@demolitioninevitable

“ K-KYAAAAA-!!! ”

The startled child fell back, crawling backwards in fear. His heart pounded in his chest, his body now quivering in fear. What- Who?! The smell from the rabbit made his stomach turn, and the inside his mouth...

Did the monster eat someone--?!

“ P-Please don’t hurt me--!! ”

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@aftonrxbxtics

Ivan was sitting cross-legged in his room, playing with his toys. He made small noises to add more action to his play. Soon he felt something, no, someone near him, and...

“ Eek! ”

Ivan squealed as he turned around to meet who was behind him.

“ --Oh, hi dad, you scared me! ”

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&&. Nightmares.

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★ He doesn’t enjoy doing this. At ALL. But the others are so determined, so angry, and he is angry like them but…but doing this doesn’t feel right.

He’s the youngest of them all, taken at the tender age of 6 with blood stained golden curls and overalls torn to shreds by metal springlocks as he drowned in a sea of gold and purple- he’s always been taught to listen to his elders, but even though they are older then him, he doubts they’re wiser.

Marku-Bonnie raced past his stationary form, metal claws scraping against the wall as he went in for another attack on the left side, sharp teeth mashing together like an animal as he prepared to slip in to the room of their target, only to be driven away by a closed door. No matter how much they fumbled with he knob, and they did a lot, they could never get inside and would retreat with temporary defeat. Once the bunny is gone, he finally shuffled forward nervously, claws clicking together anxiously as he followed the same path of his murderous friend to the left door. He doesn’t want to…to do this. Doesn’t want to be what they have come to hate so much. So he knocked on the door softly, golden, tattered knuckles shaking with desperation that the others were not watching. His teeth scrape against each other unpleasantly as he opens his maw to ask out a small “H-H-H-Hello?” while wincing as the low, demonic voice of Fredbear tumbles out of him.

Thump, thump, thump...

The child’s heart raced as he gripped the flashlight in his shaking fingers. The sound of the metal scrapping made him flinch in fear, but he needed to keep the door locked-!! Grabbing the doorknob, he held onto it with his dear life, holding his own breath as the monster tried opening the door.

Hearing the footsteps fading away, he let go of the knob, quietly going back to the end of his bed. He quietly sobbed, tears dripping down his cheeks as he held the flashlight in both of his hands to his chest, whimpering.

Just make it all stop, wake up, wake up, wake up...

The sound of a voice made him snap out of his trance, staring at the left door. Who was that? Was it a trick by one of the monsters..?

With a quick sweep around, he quietly, but hurried over to the door. Ivan softly placed his ear on the door, holding up his flashlight in defense.