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@dolliedroid-a
Adding three new muses! (two coming from old blogs somewhere else!)
- Elizabeth Afton (FNAF) - Cassidy (FNAF) - Deliah Brown (OC)
Hey y’all! Gonna be archiving these blogs for now, just cause I wanna make these two muses more accessible in my brain space, so please follow me over @musesofthemoon please!
Perhaps William’s goal to make a character popular with children was accomplished too well because good lord did Elizabeth have an obsession with the clown.
Usually, all of his children had been well behaved about understanding the mechanical aspects (and thus, the potential danger), but that all seemed to fly out the window with Elizabeth. Frankly, he didn’t trust her around Baby from her enthusiasm. What if she broke her, or worse, Lizzie got hurt?
So a ‘no’ had been given. However, Elizabeth is his kid so he shouldn’t be surprised that her response to being told 'no’ was a “screw you I’m doing it anyway” attitude. He adored his children, but William couldn’t deny that they were a mirror of how exhausting some of his own traits must have been around others.
❝ Okay, okay, okay. We can go, but… you have to stay with me. No goin’ on the stage, no touching, nothing. And if you run off, I will chase you down like a wolf and put ya on a leash. Got it ? ❞
The answer she had been waiting for, the fabled yes. While it came with a but and some restrictions, she didn’t mind that as much as she might have before. She just wanted to see her shows, watch her sing... It was probably because the animatronic had reminded her of herself, which had made it so interesting. Maybe that had worked against her father in the moment, but now she was alright with it!
A grin comes to her face as she processes that he’s said yes. “A-Alright, I promise!” Though she had said this, it was obvious that her excitement was completely palpable, unable to be contained by her young body. She wanted to go right now, and however long it took to get there was just too long to wait. But she’d rather not kill this willing mood her father was in by being too hyper about seeing the animatronic, so she at least attempted to contain it.
“C’mon, let’s go!” she exclaims, however, grabbing her father’s hand and leading him to the room she had memorized the location of, only being able to longingly look over in hopes she would catch a few seconds from outside the room. Maybe it was all too much for one little showing, but no one else would really understand how much the robot had meant to her, without even realizing it.
plushmenace:
Oh good, now Plushtrap can internally refer to her as something other than ‘that kid.’ And Elizabeth has questions for him! Good, it’s fun and helpful to explain things. Where he came from is a bit of a long story that he may or may not be authorized to tell guests.
But no one’s told him he can’t, so Plushtrap is going to do it anyway. It’s a good thing he’s so well-versed in brevity:
‘BUILT BY MAD EX EMPLOYEE TO ATTACK
REPROGRAMMED FOR PEST CONTROL’
It’s unlikely Elizabeth would have seen him before unless she spent a lot of time in a dining or food prep area.
Although she didn’t have any sort of idea as to what attacking would mean for such a small robot, since there likely wouldn’t be much he could do to kill someone. However, that was probably for the best, especially since he wasn’t doing such things anymore. Putting a little thing like him to work would probably help, especially if there were some bugs or rats left around the pizzaplex since the whole place was big enough to house them.
“Ahh, that makes sense-” she replies. “I think the robot I was in would be way too big to do anything like that.” Although such a thing probably didn’t make a lot of sense to the funny rabbit, it was probably fine. Under the basement levels of the pizzaplex, she didn’t have much to see. But of course, it’s not like she could complain too much, at least she was still here...
plushmenace:
A guest?! Where’d she come from? Plushtrap didn’t hear anyone approaching. And children are usually too loud to sneak up on anyone. Maybe she’s like that big tan rabbit Plushtrap sees sometimes. He doesn’t make any noise either. But she is waving, so Plushtrap waves back.
Well, now what? One of them has to either continue this interaction or break it off, and Plushtrap isn’t patient enough to let the quiet kid choose. So he fishes a dry erase board out of his toddler-sized backpack and writes, in purple marker,
‘MY NAME: PLUSHTRAP
YOUR NAME: ???’
Well, at least she doesn’t mind talking to the strange bot. Reading the text out, at least the rabbit had shared her sentiment of talking. Well, it may not be talking on his part, but it would be on hers at least, which made it easier. It took her a moment to interpret what exactly was asked of her, but it wasn’t too long until she realized he probably wanted her name!
“Right, my name is Elizabeth-” she replies brightly. “I’ve never seen you around here before, where did you come from?”
She wonders why she wouldn’t have noticed the small rabbit around here before, then thinks she probably would’ve had to go up to the main levels more often if she wanted to meet this funny being. Now that she did though, maybe she could spend some time around him.
@feralreason said: “What am I going to do with you?”
Angst Starters
The girl doesn’t think too much about this like a scolding, mostly because she didn’t think she was doing anything wrong. She knew that she wasn’t really supposed to get up close to Baby, but she also didn’t mind it that much. Nobody else was told this, right? What made her so different, what made her so special? If that was what being special meant, she didn’t really want that. But she tries not to let her aggravation get the better of her, as that probably wasn’t all that ladylike.
“I don’t know, what are you gonna do with me?” she asks, almost trying to make fun of the one asking the question. Would it be out of frustration that he asked, was it a genuine question? Although she wasn’t entirely sure, she didn’t really mind what the answer was. She wanted to see Baby, and no one was letting her do that. “I mean, you could just let me do what I want, right? It’s not like I’m gonna go up to the stage or anything, I’ll be fine!”
She wasn’t used to arguing back with adults, really, since she wasn’t supposed to. But right now, she wasn’t going to stop until she got treated like the rest of the kids. Even if she didn’t get to see her shows, the others shouldn’t be allowed if it was really that important.
some angst idk y’all i like crying
“ i don’t want you here. just go. ”
“ you ‘didn’t mean to hurt me?’ yeah you did. like it or not, i know exactly who you are. ”
“ why won’t you even look at me? ”
“ i’m not angry at you. i’m angry with myself for trusting you. ”
“ i wish you’d stop trying to destroy yourself in some misguided effort to feel worthy. ”
“ i know it’s not fair to say this, but i don’t have anything without you. if i don’t have you i have nothing. ”
“ you can’t love me. not the way i need to be loved. ”
“ i’m broken. and i don’t need anyone to try to feed me white lies about it. something inside me is broken and it isn’t just going to be put back like it was. ”
“ sometimes being broken isn’t about trying to put things back together like they were before. it’s about picking up what pieces are left and building something new. ”
“ okay, so you’re a monster. so am i. lets be monsters together. ”
“ because of what they/you did i’m damaged. ”
“ what the hell is wrong with you? ”
“ what the hell is wrong with me? ”
“ i can’t fix you. you can’t expect me to know how to fix you. ”
“ yeah, i’ll be here. i’ll be here when you’re ready to stop running. ”
“ my world is just falling apart. it’s like everything is just crumbling around me. i don’t know what to do. i just want it to stop ”
“ you’re the only thing that makes sense right now. everything else is just— the world is so loud. and the only time it feels quiet is when you’re here. ”
“ i don’t know how to talk about shit okay? it’s too hard. but i do care. i need you to trust me that i care. ”
“ stop punishing yourself. you wanna make up for what you’ve done? get off your ass and do something about it. ”
“ whatever it is you think was going on between us, you’re wrong. ”
“ it didn’t mean anything to me. ”
“ you should move on. i did. ”
“ i feel like i’m one bad day away from becoming everything i’ve fought against. ”
“ stop pushing me away. i’m not going anywhere, asshole. and as soon as you get that through that thick skull of yours, the better. ”
“ i don’t need you in my life. i don’t want you in it. ”
“ i can’t trust myself. if i let myself get comfortable enough, when i try to be happy, people get hurt. ”
“ people like me don’t get to have peace. ”
“ i’m not the person you want. i know you think i am. but it won’t take long for you to realize this is a mistake. ”
“ you want the truth? the truth is when i love people it burns inside me like a poison. it infects every part of me until it feels like they’re in my goddamn soul…and then i fuck it up. and it’ll destroy us both. ”
“ i’ll always choose you. that’s the worst part of it all. i’d choose you over and over, even though i know you wouldn’t do the same. ”
“ you never had to be perfect. you just had to stay. ”
“ will you please just stay for once. just. don’t walk away. ”
“ if i loved you less, i might be able to talk about it more. ”
“ just tell me something real. tell me something i can remember no matter what happens to us. ”
“ when you look at me, i feel seen. i feel like you see past everything i’ve always surrounded myself with to try and protect my heart. no one has ever looked that deeply at me. ”
“ how can you uncover so much about someone, make them let their guard down and lay themselves bare to you. and then just throw it all away? ”
“ if you walk out that door don’t bother coming back. ”
“ why are you so afraid of trusting this— trusting us. what’s making you hold back? ”
“ will you still be here? will you stay even after you’ve seen all the ugly parts of my heart. ”
“ i don’t care how willing you are to die for me. i want you to fucking live with me. live for us. ”
HURT/COMFORT
[ DISCOVER ] for one muse to find the other crying alone.
[ COMPANY ] for one muse to sit with the other so they don’t have to be alone while they’re upset.
[ EMBRACE ] for one muse to suddenly hug the other one for their own comfort.
[ OFFER ] for one muse to suddenly hug the other one to comfort them.
[ SETTLE ] for one muse to comfort the other and end up cuddling.
[ SHOULDER ] for one muse to rest their head on the other’s shoulder while they comfort them.
[ CARRY ] for one muse to find the other injured and carry them to safety.
[ SECURE ] for one muse to carry the other to bed after they fell asleep.
[ STRUGGLE ] for one muse to resist being hugged but then break down and crumble against the other.
[ CLEAR ] for one muse to wipe the other’s tears.
[ BREAKDOWN ] for one muse to ask the other if they’re okay prompting them to finally stop bottling things up.
[ BRUSH ] for one muse to run their fingers through the other’s hair while they open up or cry.
[ NURSE ] for one muse to tend to the other while they’re recovering from injuries.
[ TRUST ] for a scenario where sender’s muse is the only one receivers muse will let close.
[ COAX ] for scenario where receiver’s muse knows they’re the only one sender’s muse will let close.
[ CALM ] for one muse to subdue the other during an outburst.
[ CLARITY ] for one muse to help ground the other back in the present (i.e. after nightmare, breakdown, battle etc)
[ PREVENT ] for one muse to stop the other from going too far during a fight.
🐝 * ― 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. ( found family is one of my all time favorite tropes so i’ve decided to make these starters , including both fluff and angst. feel free to adjust to better fit your muses. )
❛ you’re like the family i wish i had. ❜ ❛ i trust you with my life. ❜ ❛ please don’t ever leave me. ❜ ❛ you’re the only person i have left ! ❜ ❛ you’re more than just a friend to me. you’re family. ❜ ❛ i don’t want to be alone anymore. ❜ ❛ you’re the closest thing to a brother / sister i have. ❜ ❛ come on , give me a hug. ❜ ❛ i love you , [name]. ❜ ❛ you’re my favorite person in the whole world. ❜ ❛ thank you for always being there for me. ❜ ❛ this means more to me than you can imagine. ❜ ❛ i care about you and i will always care about you. ❜ ❛ you’re acting like my mom. ❜ ❛ shut up and let me comfort you. ❜ ❛ i’ve never been part of a group before. ❜ ❛ you have no idea just how important you are to me. ❜ ❛ i seriously regret letting you move in with me. ❜ ❛ can you just hold me for a while ? ❜ ❛ i couldn’t ask for a better friend. ❜ ❛ is this what family is supposed to be like ? ❜ ❛ i wish we had grown up together. ❜ ❛ it feels like you’ve always been part of my life. ❜ ❛ you know me better than anyone. ❜ ❛ just leave me alone , okay ? ❜ ❛ this place is the closest thing to home i have. ❜ ❛ i’m so lucky i got to meet you. ❜ ❛ if you ask me , this whole ‘blood is thicker than water’ thing is nonsense. ❜ ❛ you’re making me feel a little less lonely. ❜ ❛ just face it , you’re stuck with me now - whether you want to or not. ❜ ❛ i want to grow old with you. ❜ ❛ you’re the first person who has accepted me for who i am. ❜ ❛ i’ve finally found my people. ❜ ❛ will you still love me even if i tell you my secret ? ❜ ❛ no matter what you do or say , i’m not leaving you. ❜ ❛ you don’t have to deal with this on you’re own. ❜ ❛ i want to help you , but you have to let me in. ❜ ❛ this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. ❜ ❛ i’m here fore you. today. tomorrow. every day for the rest of you’re life. ❜ ❛ if you need me , i’m just one call away. ❜
weird-fnafaus-askblog:
They swallowed, “It’s okay. I understand. You didn’t know. Besides, I deserved it anyway.”
She huffs at their words here. Deserved it, what kind of talk was that? What a thing to say, especially at a moment like this. “Well, don’t say something dumb like that-” she replies, squinting slightly. “Nobody deserves to die, after all, not like that-”
weroyals:
@dolliedroid :: "Why are you hiding from me, Mister? You already know what we want,“ the girl huffs. She doesn’t know how, but her own voice comes through the mottled voice box of the animatronic. "I already said it would be fine, didn’t I? I just… I can’t stand this place anymore! I just want to see my family again…” The final whimper is a surprise to her, coming from her own mouth. And yet, she stands firm.
↳ Unprompted
‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃, 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋. Heart beats against his ribs like it’s trying to pound out of his chest. Yes, of course he knows what they want. He’s been strung along this far. In retrospect he knows he’s made wrong turn after wrong turn, but he knows where the ride stops now, he’s not going to follow it all the way to the end ! Even if he doesn’t have a family to go back to himself, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want, need to live.
Michael’s hands carefully trace a path behind himself, guiding him along the wall as silently as he can possibly move. Like a rabbit all too aware of the nearness of the predator’s jaws, he finds himself hyper-aware, dreading the sound of his clothing sliding against itself. Fearing the noise that might draw her attention to him. She’s been so kind to him, hasn’t she ? Honeyed words && alluring promises. Even now with that surprising note of pleading … she’s played him right into her hand.
He measures his breath, falling still. He doesn’t know if she’s heard.
It’s very dark. She’s very near.
Her hearing, somehow, isn’t nearly as acute as it could be. At least not right now. She’s used to the sounds of unwinding music boxes and the sound of fake, cheerful voices. The sounds of people... Those were only paid attention to when they were loud and screaming in terror. It was the only way she ever seemed to care about them. But if only she could hear it now. Instead, she moved the large mess of wires she now inhabited about the area with as much quiet and grace as she could muster. A game of cat and mouse, where neither party could be heard lest the other break through a threshold the other couldn’t follow.
She’s tired of this. She hates being stuck here. He was her way out, and if she had to make this difficult? So be it... Because of this resolve, she finally understands a course of action. It’s something she could do quite easily, even if there was only a small chance this plan of her’s would work. If this was the only shot she had, she was willing to gamble on this.
At the end of a hallway, she sets up a net not very different from a spider crafting a web. Instead of thread, it is of slinking wires setting the trap. If he wasn’t paying attention to where he was going, she thought, then maybe she could use this as a ploy. He can’t have gotten too far away from the halls, now. She could only hope, and dream that she could finally make her grand departure. That she could find her family again..
weird-fnafaus-askblog:
They swallowed, looking up at her. “Um… No, actually… I’m… Your brother. Your eldest brother, actually… Well, okay… Not anymore, but… I’m your oldest sibling. It’s me, Michael.”
They immediately regretted it. Oh well, no take backs now. It was said and now they waited anxiously for their sister’s reaction to it all.
Confusion takes the girl as this finally begins to cement in her mind. Realizes now the gravity of her past actions, and what her true crimes had been. Not only had she killed someone for her own freedom, but alongside that, someone she had cared for in the past. Someone she had loved at one point, though her memories of him were uncomfortable and tainted.
“You’re... It’s...” she’s not sure what to say now. She was fully aware of it now... She hadn’t even recognized the man at the time and here she was, feeling angry at herself that she couldn’t have done more. That she couldn’t have stopped herself from killing him. Spectral fists ball up out of sight, with no target in her mind.
“I’m so stupid...” she finally says, though only really acknowledging herself at this point. The anger she feels, for once, isn’t directed toward someone else. Not the robots, not the people who had never once looked for her. At herself... And it was a horrible feeling.
weird-fnafaus-askblog:
They nodded, biting their lip, “Mhm… That is, unfortunately, my last name, and yes, we are related.” They coughed, “… That’s… The other difficult thing to say.”
Well, at least there was an answer to be had. But what would be this other difficult thing? They were relatives, that wasn’t something so difficult for the girl to grasp. Some sort of distant cousin she never met? It seemed like a possibility.
“What’s the matter with that? You’re like... My cousin, right?” she hoped that was it. That it was just strange and weird to deal with that they had some dead cousins back in the woodworks. Nothing more... She hoped.
weird-fnafaus-askblog:
“I know, but I think only one other person knows, your father. He sent me down there to find you. I’m glad you’re aware what happened was wrong, but I deserved it. I know I did.”
They sighed, “I assume you have questions for me? Because I have no issue with anwsering your questions.”
She wasn’t quite sure what she should be asking. There was a lot she might have thought about but... One question came to the forefront. His surname. The one thing she could know about him off the bat. If this was someone her father knew... Could the two of them really be related in some way? If so, how? And why had she never known about them?
“Some... I guess I’ll start with the one most on my mind. Your last name is Afton, yes? That’s my last name too... Are you related to me somehow?”
weird-fnafaus-askblog:
They stared at the animatronic for a moment, before swearing. Of course. It looked like Circus Baby and their sister… It had their dead sister’s name. They weren’t that dumb enough that the pieces wouldn’t be fit together.
“… Elizabeth?” They swallowed, looking a bit surprised, and also a bit upset, “You… I… Oh god…” They took a deep breath, “… I… You don’t have to hide from me… We know each other… Two different ways, actually…”
They coughed, glancing away a bit, before turning their illusion disk, “… Both are… Very fucked and complicated, but… I was Eggs Benedict. That’s… Probably the one of two that’s… Easier to say.”
It’s honestly easier for her to hear as well. She almost thinks them scared by the way they’re reacting. It makes sense, honestly. The undead technician would certainly continue to work on robots. It almost makes her feel bad for having them do this. Almost, though... This revelation isn’t the worst, even if it’s difficult to think about. The one that she’d killed.
“I see... I didn’t know you knew I was in here... Or that anyone was, for that matter,” she replies. “I understand that what I did was... Wrong. I’m really sorry-” She knew it was what she had to do, of course. Certainly, she could be sorry for what had happened in the past, but still not regret it. She was out, and even though the others had shunned her from their shared experience, she still believed it was worth it. She still hated that cold and horrifying basement.
weird-fnafaus-askblog:
They hummed, “Rust is probably the main issue here…” They sighed, getting their toolbox out, before starting to repair the animatronic.
They started with giving it a new voicebox, before moving onto the rust and then fixing broken wires and reshaping it to a less messy state. By the end of it, the animatronic looked a lot better.
They sighed, sitting down on the floor, “Alright… That should be everything… I’m Salem Afton. Do you have a name?”
Afton. The name makes her pause. If there was one thing she remembered, it was the fact that this was her last name. But she’d never met a Salem, had she? It didn’t even seem familiar, really. Although a part of her would want to believe it was someone she’d remembered, she knew it wasn’t really the case. At least, she didn’t think so. Other people could have the same surname she did, of course.
Instead, she would assume that the two of them had never met each other. Giving out her last name seemed like something that wouldn’t end as well for her, especially if they had any knowledge of who she was. Who knew what they’d think of the daughter of William Afton, even if she didn’t really believe in everything that people said about him. It had to be an accident... It had to.
“My name is Elizabeth.” The voicebox flares to life as she speaks. It felt easier now, she liked this. “Thank you for fixing me...”
weird-fnafaus-askblog:
They hummed, dragging the animatronic to their house. This was useful. Maybe. They didn’t know. They’d have to look at the damage.
Eventually, they reached their house, which was the old Afton house. They smiled, unlocking the door, before dragging the animatronic inside and to the basement, their workshop.
They sighed, releasing hold of it, before placing it so it was sitting up against one of the walls, “Alright… Let’s see what damage you have.”
Her memories of the house are faint, now... It’s been so long since she’s been home, how long now? But it still has a sense of being something she once called home... She may not be able to place it exactly, as the things she remembers aren’t nearly as vivid as she would like. Yet, there’s a longing to her, for things that have long passed...
The robot itself, however, was rusty. Its parts were difficult to move, and its circuits had been damaged by the water. Outside of the haphazard mishmash that made up the whole machine, there wasn’t too much that was mangled about it. Certainly strange-looking, but not broken. Although Elizabeth herself wouldn’t be able to know all of this specifically, she would at least be happy to get some parts of her fixed, despite her inability to say anything to that degree.
weird-fnafaus-askblog:
They hummed, still studying the animatronic, glancing at the claw as it moved, “… You are still working. Okay, that’s good to know… I don’t know if you’re possessed on not, but since I’m used to possessed animatronics at this point, I’ll tell you what’s going to happen.”
They sighed, grabbing on the body of the animatronic and slowly starting to move it, “I’m going to take you back to my house and fix you. Then we’ll see what happens from there. If you’re possessed, then I will want to know who is in there. I hope you understand.”
Hm... At least this worked out in her favor, despite the fact that she would have to reveal herself later. What would they think, looking at her broken body and attempting to fix it? Would they find any of what used to be her? Maybe not, there were too many already exposed parts to have anything remain, especially with how much time had already passed in-between her death and this moment.
Despite this, there’s nothing she can do but let them take her in. It wasn’t as though she was going to fight it anyway, but even if she had there wasn’t much she could move, especially in this rain. She’d figure out the rest once this part had passed.
weird-fnafaus-askblog:
The burnette walking through the alley, wearing a light purple dress and black combat boots, hissed a bit at the rain. They hadn’t brought a jacket, so now they were getting wet. Getting dry was going to be tedious once they returned home. They sighed, cursing under their breath at their constant misfortune.
They eventually stopped walking, noticing the broken animatronic. The scrap metal could be useful to fix their animatronics. They stopped that thought. If this thing was still working, they could fix it up instead. That seemed like a much better idea that the first one.
They hummed, crouching down, light pink eyes scanning the animatronic’s damaged structure, “Interesting…” They mumbled, before getting back up. Perhaps it could become a useful attraction.
Was this an employee? Elizabeth wasn’t sure... She couldn’t ask them either, as she didn’t know whether the other could see her as she was, and there wasn’t much she could do with the robot’s voicebox as it stood. She would have to wait on this later, hoping that something could happen because of this meeting.
The most she can do in order to prove herself, and this movement is slow and agonizing, is to try and move the large claw that made her hand. It moved forward, but only a slight bit. If only this were easier... If only it wasn’t so hard to do anything like this, it was awful...
She wondered what it would make them think? That there was something still moving in this hollowed-out corpse. Would they think it was some dying spark that had no other meaning? Interesting or not, there was a lot the girl had to think about. Despite this, she had no connection to what would transpire next. All she was meant to do was wait, and that was the worst task that she could be given.
