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hey guys. so there’s a big update for anyone still liking FUN.
go to the yandere simulator website here.
go to the characters’ page.
looks all normal, right?
well, put in the konami code. there’s a.... fun surprise.
if you don’t want to do it, but want to know, picture what happens is under the cut.
Yandere-Chan’s mother
;; anyone want a starter? i miss using fun. plus thanks for the 40 followers.
Whistle while they burn.
Fun.txt Aesthetic
▓ New Friend!:
Well this was just his luck. Trapped in yet a n o t h er inanimate object. At least in this form he was capable of moving on his own (albeit only slightly), and he was also able to conduct Will (again, only s l i g h t ly ) . The only issue he had with being a doll of himself, was the fact that he was a d o l l .
Dolls were not supposed to be able to move, use Will, or even talk– even the people of A l b i on new that much. In this realm, Jack was certain that if he was caught being anything more than what he was supposed to be, it would certainly n ot end in his favor, so for his sake, he remained immobile and uncommunicative, lying limply in the arms of the small child that had apparently “ p u r c h a s ed ” him.
Though he was above praising the gods of Albion–
IF YOU HAVE ANY VALUE FOR YOURSELF, AVO, YOU’LL MAKE THIS CHILD LIVE UP TO THAT STATEMENT.
The child ran to her mother, holding up the doll happily. She wiggled his little arms up as a ‘waving’ motion, the woman’s face unimpressed. But once she saw another older child running up, the lady clapped her hands happily and gave the older one a kiss on the head. Misao lowered her doll sadly, and followed her family to the car. The woman began buckling the older child in, a smile on her face. The smaller girl wiggled up for her mother to do the same, but the woman simply shut the door on her, telling her to ‘do it yourself’. Misao looked down and set the new doll beside her, buckling him in with her. During the process, she hurt her fragile thumb in the process.
She began crying, raising her little hand for her mother to kiss it better. But the woman snapped at her, telling her to keep quiet as she started the car and began driving. Misao pulled her hand back, now her feelings hurt. The watery eyes glanced over at her doll, gently rubbing her thumb on where the mouth should be, making it seem like a ‘kiss’ to make it feel better. Once they were home, the family got out of their car and walked to the door, the woman unlocking it and giving a light shove to her children to hurry in. The little girl didn’t want to be near them any longer, so she walked to her room, hugging her doll to her chest, still having some sniffles to push back anymore tears.
‘ ...Here’s your new h-home, friend! We’ll play all sorts of games, and play dress up, you can be a brave prince! ‘
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music meme: accepting.
‘ Losing all my holy dreamsSomeone tell me what they meanThere’s an iron smell of blood in the airBut I can’t find it anywhere. ‘
Send in ‘🎧’ and I’ll put my music on shuffle to have my muse sing to your’s.
▓ LEARN YOUR PLACE.:
a dark , raspy laugh emits from fredbear’s voice box , rattling his jaw as it spills out around him , filling the room with uneasiness & dread. no , she should know by know , she belongs to him. what’s the point of resisting ? the question remains unanswer- ed. but the nightmare genuinely wonders what keeps restoring the determination inside his victim , the will to live & to escape. any normal human would have broken long ago. but she was no ordinary child , nor was she an orthodox being.
still , he was going to make her regret even attempting to stand up to him.
blood-red eyes narrow at the teen- ager , the endless void inside of them difficult to read as he gives another chuckle. he’s holding her just tightly enough to barely allow her to breathe. if she wants him to let go , she has to beg for him to do so.
‘ hm ? i’m sorry , my dear , i didn’t hear you. could you speak louder ? ’
‘ I.... S-Said... ’
And like that, Fun kicked off her shoe, catching it in her wounded hand. She gripped it tightly and swung it at the beast. Yes, she planned on leaving today. Of course, running out bare foot would lead blood and the goo under her tracks, making it more easier. Nevertheless, she had good aim and strength, the shoe flying and smacking the bear in the face. It was just a small distraction, just enough to make him let go.
‘ LET GO! ’
▒ LET GO.:
the beast listens intently , watching with glowing red eyes as she speaks. he’s observing her every movement , looking for any sign of a potential escape attempt. but he’s aware. aware she knows she can’t escape. she could try —— that’d just make it more F U N .
‘ ———— but my dear , we both know you can’t. truth is ———— ’
his voice is smooth , yet unnervingly low for a machine ——
‘ ———— you are my puppet. always have been , always will be. it’s pathetically simple , really. ’
& with those words , he reached out with a clawed hand , fingers ready to wrap around her damned neck before finishing his explanation ——
‘ YOU ARE MINE. ’
Fun was beginning to step backwards, the eyes piercing through her. It unnerved her, wanting to show fear, but no. She’s going to leave, if he likes it or not. He could be used as scrap metal for all she could care. Maybe a fine bear rug, anything really.
Death. Death for him! Crush him! Smash him!
She wants to see him being the one to suffer. He caused her this pain for a long time, it was his turn to feel this way when she, his prized possession of the show, leaves for good.
Suddenly, claws grabbed her neck, interrupting her thoughts. She gasped and struggled, scratching at the wretched claws. Her eyes darted everywhere, finding a mean to escape. Come on, there has to be a mean of escape. Misao tried grabbing for air, coughing and gagging. No, he can’t kill her! The grip was tight, it was cutting off her way of breathing. She tugged on the claws, trying to at least give a little opening for her to breathe.
‘ Gh--- Let me-- GO!-- ’
▒ Idiot.:
‘ ———— really now ? & why would that be ? ’
‘ Because I’m going to leave and your little t r i c k s won’t stop me. ’
@feargiven
‘ Haha, still trying to be a ringleader for a fake show? Sorry, but the show today is cancelled! ‘
where have you been anyways?
‘ With Jack, mostly. Currently still with him. ’
;; starter call?
▓ Jack of Blades.:
“WHERE’S THE BASEMENT AT?”
Jack took cautious, over extended steps towards the bedroom door, trying to grow accustomed to how this new body worked. Despite his best efforts, however, he found that his movements were noticeably clumsy (it had been quite some time since he had last embodied a physical form, so it really couldn’t be helped); if he couldn’t get a hold of this body, though, it would definitely pose some problems for the future– he wasn’t sure if he was able to conduct Will in this form, and if trouble were to spur before he could acquire a weapon…
Well…
It w o u l d n’t be a g o od s c e n a r io .
Down the hallway and to the right. You’ll see a door and the stairs down.
What was she thinking? No, her family need to pay. The wronged her the whole time. Even since she was born. The always paid attention on the fake Ayano. Her disgusting liar sister was a fool. Just falling over some boy. Pathetic! Jack needs to be the one to kill her fist.
Yes, Misao was right. There were many weapons, and even a lone chair with straps. Besides the worthless chair, the shelves held many weapons. Knives, swords, scissors, a saw blade.. Perfect killing and torturing devices. Her family doesn’t need to hide it from her, she already figured it out. Disgusting monsters they were. No, monsters is too much of a nice word to use for how despicable they were to the human race.
> continue.
‘ Right??? Ugh, she deserved it anyways. I mean, saying all those s t u p i d questions even though they were already explained?? I’m so glad I found someone that gets me. ’
