Don't keep the Devil waiting, Old Friend.

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I want to make this known; it’s OKAY to flirt with my muse, it’s okay to say flirty things to them, yes, they may not react to it, they may not respond to it positively, but know as a mun I’m 100% OKAY with it. Especially if my muse is clearly attractive appearance wise, go a head, flirt with them, if my muse is your muse’s type, it’s okay to flirt, we don’t have to be shipping, we don’t ever have to ship to have you flirt with my muse; I WONT think you’re pushing a ship on me either. But I just feel that some people are scared to have their muse be flirty to another because we a muns might take it the wrong way.

 I’m not saying this goes for everyone, but I’m letting you know that it doesn’t make me uncomfortable and I’m fine with it. 

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I wanna know something

Reblog if it’s alright with you if I name drop or make reference to your muse in an RP you are not in

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Leave a brush and a character in my ask

You know the neopet brushes? Well, I made an art challenge for it.

[farewell-old-friend]

Taking Asks!!

Henry sat on the couch, He looked towards the computer.

“People want answers.”

He turned to it, opening it up and logging in.

“It’s the least they deserve…”

Online!

Henry Schmidt M!A (Muse!Active!)

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[five-or-so-missing-children]

Someone entered the pizzeria, closing the door behind them as they walk forward. They looked around, taking in the familiar scene. They had a passive atmosphere, but it was obvious the person was a male. A few steps forward, and he looks around. Almost as if he knew there were people in the abandoned pizzeria. ((;;ooc Hope you don't mind this! I found it very interesting to RP with you last time, I wanted to do it again!))

The children were crawling around the diner in dilapidated animatronic suits instead of being cooped up in the backstage parts rooms like backwards robot chickens. Nobody was around to see them, after all. It was the only way they could play with the ruined old building, unfortunately.

Of course, the establishment was rather large. Everyone was spread out, and “Freddy Fazbear” was the first one to see the “guest”.

“Who let you in?” he asked with a frigid stare and fusion of voices.

He was already jumping to conclusions. Intruders were bad. What could they ever want? Nothing good. It was illegal to break in. They must be a bad person. But what could they get here? Stolen pizza? What if they were related to their deaths somehow?

[five-or-so-missing-children]

“…I don’t get it.” He crossed the animatronic’s arms and narrowed its eyes. “J-just…Who are you? What did you do? Why do you wanna find him and talk? A-and don’t answer all mysteriously, either. It’s not helping anything.”

Derek had no idea what this guy could want. He looked normal, but he was being suspicious. He knew who they were, and knew so much about their murders. He should have just killed him right then and there for doing… whatever he must have done to help kill them. That alone was awful. Death was not any fun. He would gladly prove it.

[farewell-old-friend]

The man looked to the animatronic, "I made those creations you are in right now. I was the owner of this company before I 'died'." He explained, putting air quotes with his fingers on the word "died". "I used to work with William, he would come to me for help with his own projects. I didn't know he was killing these kids until my daughter was kidnapped and killed outside my own business. I started to suspect him then; until I found out." He took a deep breath, thinking back. "I knew what he was doing, still even after I hid. I knew he was abusing these kids for experiments and using my creations. That's why I'm to blame as well." He looked back to the kid. "As for finding him? I wanted to end this, I wanted to confront him and send him away for all he did." He raised his voice, but it wavered slightly. He was getting emotional. "I wanted to ask him why he did all that. Why kids? Why not deserving adults?" He choked a bit, "Why mine?" He looked at the kid somberly, "If you want, you can kill me now. You are angry and I can feel it. But you won't get peace if you do it." He said cautiously, voice low and almost threatening.

[farewell-old-friend]

Henry: *walks into an empty room* Well, I guess this room is empty. What a perfect time to set fire to a desk.

William: *scrambles out from under the desk*

[five-or-so-missing-children]

Someone entered the pizzeria, closing the door behind them as they walk forward. They looked around, taking in the familiar scene. They had a passive atmosphere, but it was obvious the person was a male. A few steps forward, and he looks around. Almost as if he knew there were people in the abandoned pizzeria. ((;;ooc Hope you don't mind this! I found it very interesting to RP with you last time, I wanted to do it again!))

The children were crawling around the diner in dilapidated animatronic suits instead of being cooped up in the backstage parts rooms like backwards robot chickens. Nobody was around to see them, after all. It was the only way they could play with the ruined old building, unfortunately.

Of course, the establishment was rather large. Everyone was spread out, and “Freddy Fazbear” was the first one to see the “guest”.

“Who let you in?” he asked with a frigid stare and fusion of voices.

He was already jumping to conclusions. Intruders were bad. What could they ever want? Nothing good. It was illegal to break in. They must be a bad person. But what could they get here? Stolen pizza? What if they were related to their deaths somehow?

[farewell-old-friend]

The male jumped a bit at the voice, not expecting to hear anyone talk. “I let myself in.” He says with a strong voice. “I wanted to see this place again.” He took a step forward, not afraid of the animatronic before him. “I wanted to see what He made of this…”

The male looked around, sighing. “He ran it down to the ground, abandoned it….” He shook his head, visably dissapointed.

“You were one of His victims? Another one of my many mistakes…?”

The male wore a open plaid button up with a oil stained white t-shirt and worn jeans. His presence seems familiar, maybe not to the children, but to the animatronics.

[five-or-so-missing-children]

At first, “Freddy” had been listening. “You… you know the murderer,” he stated in a monotonous voice, not entirely answering the question. The rest of the things the stranger(?) mentioned seemed to have sailed right past him or gone out the window. They were not important anymore.

“Where is he? Where did he go? What mistakes? What did you do? What did you do to me?” He shakily stepped closer and leaned towards him. The animatronic’s eyes were open unusually wide, and his voice had quickly gone from suspicion to frantic frustration. It was a lucky thing robots could not cry.

[farewell-old-friend]

The male took a step back, his strong demeanor and presence faltering slightly; He spoke up.

“I don’t know where William is…” His voice shaking slightly, “I don’t know where he’s gone or what he’s planning…” The man took a few more steps back, feeling threatened by the animatronics’ movements. “Listen, please try to understand.” He stammered, trying to calm the child down.

[five-or-so-missing-children]

Derek’s general icy demeanor stayed the same, and he said nothing af first, but took a step away. He tapped his hands together anxiously. “…W-we need to kill him…Do you know anything good about him?” He finally asked. Anything would do. Maybe they all could leave out a tray of his favorite food and poison it. Maybe he could die wearing his least favorite color. They could sing a song he hated. They all just wanted to get even.

[farewell-old-friend]

The man thought for a moment, “I don’t know what I can give you. I haven’t talked to him in... so long.” He sighs, rubbing his face. “I’m not even sure where he is, so I wouldn’t be able to help you.”

 He starts to pace around the room, leaning against one of the tables. This man, who is he? How does he know so much about this place? Was he friends with William? Did he... help with William’s crimes? Is that what he meant by, “my mistakes”? The man didn’t seem to be too shocked at the fact there were roaming animatronics either, or that he was talking to a ghost. Like we went through this before.

“He went missing a few months ago, no one has heard from him since then.” The man admits, “I was going to see if I could get into contact with him, but... No one really knows I’m alive still.”

[five-or-so-missing-children]

Someone entered the pizzeria, closing the door behind them as they walk forward. They looked around, taking in the familiar scene. They had a passive atmosphere, but it was obvious the person was a male. A few steps forward, and he looks around. Almost as if he knew there were people in the abandoned pizzeria. ((;;ooc Hope you don't mind this! I found it very interesting to RP with you last time, I wanted to do it again!))

The children were crawling around the diner in dilapidated animatronic suits instead of being cooped up in the backstage parts rooms like backwards robot chickens. Nobody was around to see them, after all. It was the only way they could play with the ruined old building, unfortunately.

Of course, the establishment was rather large. Everyone was spread out, and “Freddy Fazbear” was the first one to see the “guest”.

“Who let you in?” he asked with a frigid stare and fusion of voices.

He was already jumping to conclusions. Intruders were bad. What could they ever want? Nothing good. It was illegal to break in. They must be a bad person. But what could they get here? Stolen pizza? What if they were related to their deaths somehow?

[farewell-old-friend]

The male jumped a bit at the voice, not expecting to hear anyone talk. “I let myself in.” He says with a strong voice. “I wanted to see this place again.” He took a step forward, not afraid of the animatronic before him. “I wanted to see what He made of this…”

The male looked around, sighing. “He ran it down to the ground, abandoned it….” He shook his head, visably dissapointed.

“You were one of His victims? Another one of my many mistakes…?”

The male wore a open plaid button up with a oil stained white t-shirt and worn jeans. His presence seems familiar, maybe not to the children, but to the animatronics.

[five-or-so-missing-children]

At first, “Freddy” had been listening. “You… you know the murderer,” he stated in a monotonous voice, not entirely answering the question. The rest of the things the stranger(?) mentioned seemed to have sailed right past him or gone out the window. They were not important anymore.

“Where is he? Where did he go? What mistakes? What did you do? What did you do to me?” He shakily stepped closer and leaned towards him. The animatronic’s eyes were open unusually wide, and his voice had quickly gone from suspicion to frantic frustration. It was a lucky thing robots could not cry.

[farewell-old-friend]

The male took a step back, his strong demeanor and presence faltering slightly; He spoke up.

“I don’t know where William is…” His voice shaking slightly, “I don’t know where he’s gone or what he’s planning…” The man took a few more steps back, feeling threatened by the animatronics’ movements. “Listen, please try to understand.” He stammered, trying to calm the child down.

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charlotte: I hate him

henry: who???

william: she’s talking about me

[rpmusings-galore]

                                                    it's  you  I  hate  the  most.

[rpmusings-galore]

“ I forgive you. “

                            once.                                  twice.                                        one hundred times. 

when does it end?  when should it end…?                               once more.                                     twice more.                                         one hundred times more.

                                              ‘ using you. ‘      I know.                                               ‘ abusing you. ‘     I know. 

but,  maybe maybe maybe    THIS  time will be different. 

[five-or-so-missing-children]

Someone entered the pizzeria, closing the door behind them as they walk forward. They looked around, taking in the familiar scene. They had a passive atmosphere, but it was obvious the person was a male. A few steps forward, and he looks around. Almost as if he knew there were people in the abandoned pizzeria. ((;;ooc Hope you don't mind this! I found it very interesting to RP with you last time, I wanted to do it again!))

The children were crawling around the diner in dilapidated animatronic suits instead of being cooped up in the backstage parts rooms like backwards robot chickens. Nobody was around to see them, after all. It was the only way they could play with the ruined old building, unfortunately.

Of course, the establishment was rather large. Everyone was spread out, and “Freddy Fazbear” was the first one to see the “guest”.

“Who let you in?” he asked with a frigid stare and fusion of voices.

He was already jumping to conclusions. Intruders were bad. What could they ever want? Nothing good. It was illegal to break in. They must be a bad person. But what could they get here? Stolen pizza? What if they were related to their deaths somehow?

[farewell-old-friend]

The male jumped a bit at the voice, not expecting to hear anyone talk. “I let myself in.” He says with a strong voice. “I wanted to see this place again.” He took a step forward, not afraid of the animatronic before him. “I wanted to see what He made of this...”

The male looked around, sighing. “He ran it down to the ground, abandoned it....” He shook his head, visably dissapointed.

“You were one of His victims? Another one of my many mistakes...?”

The male wore a open plaid button up with a oil stained white t-shirt and worn jeans. His presence seems familiar, maybe not to the children, but to the animatronics.

[sister-location]

[farewell-old-friend]

[farewell-old-friend]

“Goodbye”

[farewell-old-friend]

Henry Aesthetics! All by me!