tongue-tied and oh so squeamish

I'm Charlie. Don't call me Charlotte. You're probably here because my dad created Freddy Fazbear's.

[danger]

untitled by  Toby Harvard // Instagram 

[minueted]

[otherkinwords]

And something inside me snapped then. As if I were a lock. Finally coming undone after just the right combination of clicks.

Emily Bain Murphy, The Disappearances

[totallycorrectfnafquotes]

I live in constant fear that someone will kidnap my father, William Afton, who lives at 822 58th street, keeps door unlocked, can’t miss it.

Michael

[angelcakedied]

[perrfectly]

[endless-unfolding]

I always wondered what you wished for. 

     What do you think I wished? 

I don’t know. That I’d come back, that we’d somehow be together in the end. 

     I wished for what I always wish for.         I wished for another poem. 

—Louise Glück, from “The Wish,” in Meadowlands (Ecco Press, 1996)

[abduction]

[ariellesiradze]

[ruinedchildhood]

[20aliens-deactivated20200625]

[ewaneneollav]

[charliebunn]

So how much of any of it was even real???????

[charliebunn]

Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay. Bear with me here but I just had a thought. The whole book has talked about illusions. John and Jessica thought they saw me die. But what if I was never there? What if I didn't make it out of the cave? What if they were just seeing "what they expected to see"? I mean, it's not like Aunt Jen was actually there, of course that's ridiculous. So who says any of that was actually real? What if I'm still there underground with him? What the hell is it that he needs from me anyway?

[charliebunn]

I’m trying so hard to remember. The talking heads. There was something about them, something really important. I know it, I know it.

And this, unrelated I think: I remember it was a campus break. Fall break? Everyone had gone back home. The dorms were quiet and campus was dark. The cafeteria wasn’t even running on normal hours, maybe they weren’t open at all. Jessica was gone for the holiday.

The room was dark, the sun was setting outside. I didn’t see anyone on our floor. I was rushing, for some reason - I went for my keys, but the door was already unlocked, the knob was broken and it hung open an inch. I stopped, then eased it open.

The only light was a slant in the diagonal shape of the window with its blinds half-drawn. It fell at an angle across the room, leaving Jessica’s side dark but illuminating my bed and desk. And he was sitting on my bed, like he belonged there. I felt my heart skid to a stop, my throat closing up. He said, “I knew I’d find you here.” I was thinking I wish I could say the same thing.

I knew something was going to be there but I didn’t think it would be him.

Is this real or was it a dream? It seems... I don’t know. So clear.

I wanted to bolt. Instead, we talked. My voice shook. I asked him things. He didn’t answer, really, just said dumb shit that didn’t make any sense. Then something happened. I moved, he jumped, there was a struggle. He took me from there.

No classes, no roommate. Nobody would be missing me for at least a week.

[charliebunn]

I have the weirdest urge to message him and spill my guts. But what would I even say? I have no idea. I don’t understand it. I don’t understand myself.

[charliebunn]

Oh good, the feeling that people don’t see me as who I am is back, thanks