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* BUNNY , BUNNY , BUNNY , THOUGH YOU ARE FUNNY E̵V̵E̷R̷Y̵O̵N̵E̷ ̵ ̸L̷O̷V̴E̵S̶ ̶ ̷Y̸O̴U̸ .
( 🐰 ) independent , selective , private and HEAVILY canon divergent rp blog for spring bonnie / s.pringtrap of the five nights at freddy’s series . written as separate from afton , low - medium activity , loved by bee + carrd .
archived and moved to @fazfright !
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^^^ it's their day be nice 2 them
MUSE QUESTIONS !an array of varied muse questions .
muppet : who would be your muse’s favorite muppet(s) , and why ?
music : what kind of music do they like ? do they have any specific favorite artists / bands ?
film : what’s their favorite movies ( or in the case of muses that haven’t seen them , what WOULD be their favorite movies ? )
nostalgia : what makes them nostalgic , and why ?
flower : what would be their favorite flower , and why ? because of what it means in the language of flowers , or because they just like how it looks / smells ?
best friend : who is their best friend ? how do they feel about them ?
inspiration : what media inspired your interpretation of your muse ? can be anything ; books , movies , songs , whatever !
mind : how does their mind think and process information ? like a human brain , a computer ? something else , or both ?
symbolism : does anything about your muse symbolise anything ? whether it be in their narrative , or part of their design , or something else ?
time machine : if your muse was given the chance to back in time once , would they take it ? if so , what would they do ? revisit a beloved memory , attempt to change something , or something else ?
stim : does your muse have any stims , aka repetitive actions / noises they do when happy , stressed , bored, etc ?
superhero : does your muse have a favorite superhero ? if yes , who ? if they are a superhero , is their favorite themself , or a friend of their’s ?
endings : say if your muse was in a multi - ending video game , what would be their good / neutral / bad endings ? do they have a 'true’ ending , aka the ending you see as 'canon’ for them ? is it one of the aformentioned ones ?
demons : say if your muse was in silent hill , a mystical town that shows it’s visitors physical manifestations of their own demons - what would they see ?
revenge : for muses that have been hurt by another party , do they want revenge ? if so , how much of their life does the desire for revenge take up ?
kill : what would it take for your muse to take another life ? self - defense , simply impulse , protecting someone else ? another reason ?
good times : what represents the best part of your muse’s life ? a person , object , place ? something else ?
happy place : does your muse have a 'happy place’ ? somewhere they can go to wind down ?
talk : do they talk to themself / objects / the walls ? how come ?
imagery : what kind of imagery reminds you of your muse ? why ?
healing : for muses that have been deeply hurt , what would their self - healing arc entail ? what steps would they need to take to get on that path ?
legacy : does your muse want to make a lasting impact on the world , or would they prefer for their life to fade away into obscurity ?
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springtrap!
Found you.
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* WHY ARE YOU UNLOVABLE ?
YOU PROJECT YOUR INSECURITIES . people want to love you , but you’re so worried about if everyone hates you instead that you end up warding them off . you don’t have to keep yourself so locked up , it’s okay to let someone hold your hand , man .
hey yall, they just moved me back into my normal apartment from the temporary unit, so like I've said before I don't have any of my own dinnerware or flatware, so if anyone can help me get these as soon as possible:
it'd be greatly appreciated!
i also don't have any saucepans (though i did get a skillet set) nor do i own a microwave right now to be able to make things that don't require more intense cooking, so if anyone can paypal or cashapp me a few extra bucks to get them--they'd be on the amazon list if they weren't so much cheaper to get at walmart--then that'd be appreciated too! consider it ur valentimes gift to luker, who loves u very much 💖 thank you!
* ‣ @secbreach : “you’re not him” ( attacka you 😌 ) )
the quiet of the backroom was deafeningly loud , there was a heavy sense of dread in the air , hanging over them . one that was steadily mounting into the familiar sharp spike of anxiety wracking their corroded circuitry ; as if any minute now the walls would collapse on them , as if the unease at their core would open up and swallow them whole . not that spring had any of the words for this , not that they were meant to ( when were they ever supposed to understand the world beyond birthday cakes and banjo tunes ? ) they couldn’t tear their eyes away from the hand currently digging into their knee —— this body’s knee , this body’s hand , this body’s eyes . not their’s .
some days were better than others .
the feeling never really went away , that there was still a trace of him , beneath the surface and festering like a wound . but some days they could comfortably indulge in the thought that you don’t tell me what to do anymore , could call these rusted limbs and worn face their own even if they still couldn’t face the mirror , some days it felt less as if the line between creator and created was blurred and more as if they’d been given the role of accomplice .
some days were better than others . today was not one of them .
perhaps a better way to put it would be they couldn’t tear their eyes away to look at ness . the white - hot shame burned more than any new hole in the suit would , a new tear was nothing , they had countless torn by these hands ; these hands that william was sure to clean in the aftermath , he was thorough in that way , but even the blood was still there . it’d never wash off , no matter what , it’d always be there and they didn’t know how ness could stand to look at them , not after what they did and not after what he did to her . ness saw something that wasn’t there , something that rotted decades ago and was maybe never there to begin with . after all , what were they ? just the suit , his suit . ness was a person , a real flesh and blood person who had a life before he came crawling back from the grave yet again . there never would have been a spring without william says that nagging voice at the back of their head that sounded a lot like him , funnily enough , and on days like this that thought weighed heavy enough to crush steel .
they twitch and they creak , they still don’t look up , they can’t . the new rip in this knee reveals nothing but rusted metal and dead wires , sometimes its almost jarring to not see his viscera . ❝ kid , d - don’t—— j - just . . . don’t . ❞
* ‣ @glamserve : “on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?” / play audio ! )
they haven’t looked up from the floor , thanks to some stubborn , almost childish belief that anyone they didn’t want to talk to would just go away if they did . not like they hadn’t already made somewhat of a scene last time they saw her ; just because they lingered in parts and service didn’t mean the hare had any desire to be fixed , and they’d made that abundantly clear last go around , responding to any offer of repairs as if it would burn . yeah , they were stubborn to say the least , and as about neurotic as a machine could be .
well , that’s until she asks her question that is . spring looks up with a look in their eyes that’s nothing short of dumbfounded . they snort . ❝ i’unno if ya g - got a good ‘nough eyeful of me l - last time , kid . c - cuz last time i - i checked , th - this ol hunk’a j - junk can’t e - eat . ❞
* 🔦 LOST BOY .
two upgrades , one down to go . gregory places roxy’s eyes to sit on the shelf underneath the computer’s desk . it’s not something he’s proud of , even if a sense of glee came from smashing her into pieces . only guilt churns in his gut now for what he’s doing , for what he’s about to do ( the woeful crying that produces no tears echoing down the vents still haunts his mind , sounding so human , but it’s either him or them and he doesn’t plan on dying here inside a fucking pizzaplex ) . now all he has to do is wait for freddy to charge back up ( and hope he doesn’t ask questions . he doesn’t know how , but they’ve made freddy to be so … naive , and he hates it . hates that he may destroy it just as the world destroyed his ) .
the shaky clank of parts catches his attention and gregory immediately scans the room , landing on the mass on the far opposite side . that definitely wasn’t there last time he was here … and it’s moving , shit ! taking a few steps back at the slight clatter of tools , a sharp hot spike of panic piercing , gregory points his flashlight in the direction of the noise to something he wishes he could really unsee ( mangled and damaged , more of the animatronics' endo was showing then casing . optics vaguely glowing in the dark , mouth pulling into a forced grin that’s just terrifying ) . a hand rests on his fazerblaster in its makeshift holster .
❝ safer down here then up there . ❞ or at least , it had been . gregory swallows hard . he doesn’t know how his voice is so calm , but he’s not questioning it . maybe making conversation will buy him time to think of something or for freddy to show up . ❝ they wouldn’t think a kid would play clever and make use of the shortcuts . ❞
an instinctive hiss escapes the worn animatronic’s voicebox at the sudden light in their eyes , followed by the familiar sting of regret coming to prod at their circuits as they stumble back , an arm raised to shield decaying optics —— both for their sake and the kid’s . spring might not have been the brightest bulb in the shed , but they knew what they looked like ( they’d gotten a good long look at that mug of their’s back at FAZEAR’S FRIGHT , in all of it’s rotted “glory” . ) poor thing , they must’ve scared him half to death , their days of being a comfort to children ended decades ago .
there’s another twitch from their remaining ear as he spoke , raised arm slowly lowering far enough for them to peer down at him . safer ? they would have laughed , if it wasn’t for what the boy said next . oh , no , the rabbit doesn’t laugh , only goes as rigid as a corpse where they stand , that needling sense of regret hardening into dread sparking through their wires and straight to their very core , a feeling that suffocates even without lungs to properly breathe . their memorybanks dredge up all kinds of images , one little boy had tried to run , but he wasn’t fast enough . they were sorry , so so sorry——
spring snaps from their thoughts with the rusted grinding of their own knees as they slowly sink to a crouch , head tilting to the side ; an attempt to appear less intimidating . ❝ th - that s - so . . . ? ❞ their jaw grinds with the mounting anxiety , dull optics eyeing . . . whatever he had a grip on with his free hand . ❝ well a - aren’t you crafty . sh - should be home in b - bed righ’ ‘b - bout n - now , sport . ❞
IT’S MY GRAND DESIGN ; I’LL NEVER LEAVE YOU BEHIND ! indie , selective , low activity , iconless , fnaf multimuse , sideblog to @secbreach . haunted by sidney ( they , 19 , white , lesbian ) .
* ‣ @glamorock : “did you find what you were looking for?” / play audio ! )
the bear’s voice cuts cleanly through the cacophony that is the rabbit’s thoughts as easily a knife . they jolt , head bumping against the shelf they had been ducked under with a grunt . the movement is stiff , rusted , yet quicker than they had been in the past ; uninhibited . and that’s dizzying . almost as much as their surroundings . they weren’t used to this , being so light —— comparatively speaking . the motion of their shoulders tensing when freddy speaks is unlabored by a webbing of muscle over the worn metal or cracked bones caught in between grinding servos , only traces of ash remain . ( and the emptiness leaves them both relieved and reeling . )
almost blearily , they turn to face him ; tipping their head back so grey eyes can meet blue , and spring looks dazed to say the least . when they blink up at him , one droopy lid closes and opens slower than it’s twin , fingers twitch uselessly in the air and thoughts don’t connect even as the initial frenzy of them untangles . ❝ i - i - i . . . ❞
another lazy - eyed blink . truth be told , they weren’t sure what exactly they were looking for , just . . . something familiar . it felt like the world had been turned upside down , the pizzaplex was glaring pink and purple neon that blurred together and swam through the static in their vision and the bear just happened to not flinch when the springtrap made themself known . with a gruff sigh , something finally clicks up there .
❝ d - don’ kn - know how you can fi - i - ind anythin’ ‘round h - here . s’joint’s h - huge . ❞
* 🌈 NESS .
❝ untrue . I have twenty-twenty vision . ❞ that was a lie , they were mildy far - sighted . but spring didn’t need to know that ; it’d only give weight to their point . . . not that their sarcasm was lost on ness ; one of the few people it probably wasn't . ❝ that mirror ? singular ? you should see the five of 'em that used to be in the employees’ only bathroom . ❞
❝ h - hey now , c’mon , ‘fright only h - had the one . ❞ and most of it’s remains stayed buried in their hands days after the fact . ( william had tutted about that , after a particularly large shard shredded the fabric of their palm ; as if he were scolding a child . ) it’s said with the same dry humor that’s carried in their tone since the soda machine gave out in all of it’s tragic , carbonated glory , but still spring’s voice wavered somewhat ; a sideways glance cast in their direction . ❝ heh , l - lemme - me guess , he j - just hated that , m - mister hi - igh an’ mighty an’ i - i can’t stand folks n - not listenin’ to me . ❞
