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|| 𝑩𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑰𝑬.

bonnie stared hard at the glass in front of her, as if her intense glare would cool the beverage in front of her. she wanted to try this COFFEE that every adult was drinking these days, but the last time she had attempted, she drank too quickly and burned her tongue. but this time, she was going to try it. she wanted to try it. she– freeze. as soon as she felt the touch of another, she froze. the last time someone came up to her, it was AFTON. and soon after, she was in a suit. no longer daisy, but B O N N I E. but this person, he knew her. he knew DAISY. as soon as the other introduced himself, she turned. the smile on her face was wide as she gestured for the other to sit. “p-please ! join me.” bonnie had always felt close to the puppet– she couldn’t explain it. she’d always had admiration for the puppet, and she was overjoyed that he was also in new york. “i-it is so good to see you !”

✗ — 𝑨 soft smile takes The Puppet’s lips then as he looks down at her, teeth sinking down into his bottom lip. He isn’t too sure how to follow up the statement on who he is, though. How do you tell your little sister you are her brother, when you can’t even remember your own name? He would’ve told her long ago, but it’s easier said than done to communicate as the animatronics. Big blue eyes watch her for a moment, moving to slip into the seat beside her with ease. “ It’s very good to see yo-ou as well, Daisy... Too good... “ He feels P A I N, a sort of pain he hasn’t felt since Afton got his grubby little mitts on him back in ‘81. It’s almost like the knife is twisting in his chest all over again. “ This is... Going to so-ound very out there, Daisy... But I do no-ot know how else to say it. “ Puppet wants to C R Y, he really does. Would Daisy even remember him? Does she remember E R I C? “ I know you. I knew you befo-ore your death, Daisy.. W-We... We were close. V E R Y close... “

#✗ — 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈.#𝒘. 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆.#( lol i can feel the pain already :-) )

|| 𝑩𝑨𝒀𝑴𝑨𝑿.

↻ — 𝑾inter wasn’t particularly a season that Max had come to love. Honestly, it might’ve been his least favorite. When he wasn’t made out of flesh and muscle he didn’t feel temperature. He could get warm if other were cold and cold if others were hot, but never needed a jacket or shorts. Though now, with his arms around someone, he felt his heart r a c i n g and his brain telling his limbs to cool down not wanting to over-heat the other. It was INVOLUNTARY; when it body would get warm. It just happened around Puppet much more than anyone else. “–– Well, yes. Sometimes. When I was a personal healthcare companion I knew what to do. Now, I’m just kind of CLUELESS. But, I like having feelings and being able to do my own thing.”

✗ — 𝑨s a child, Puppet adored the winter. At least, he think he did. Memories as his life before ‘The Marionette’ were very fuzzy, and they were mostly just of his sister and a few random selected memories tossed in the mix. But nowadays, Puppet hated the winter. It was always cold and gloomy, trudging through the snow which was more like sludge was absolutely dreadful, and he was always c o l d. Cold, cold, cold. But right now he’s curled against Max and stealing every little ounce of body heat the other has to offer. “ A he-ealthcare companio-on, my mistake. “ He corrects himself after Max speaks, finally peeling his eyes away from the screen so he can turn his head and look up at Max. “ You’re cluele-ess? You act like you kno-ow what you’re doi-ing though, or at least ha-ave a small grasp on what you c-can do. It is nice though, ha-aving your own thoughts and feelings... If I said ‘have a gift!’ one more time i-in that pizzeria, I’m sure I-I would’ve lost it. “

#✗ — 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈.#𝒘. 𝒃𝒂𝒚𝒎𝒂𝒙.

|| 𝑩𝑶𝑵-𝑩𝑶𝑵.

–– being around the puppet might’ve been her FAVORITE past time ( next to being with foxy, of course. or maybe they were TIED at first ). it was just something that made her feel warm and giddy, being able to spend time with someone who SHARED the same intensity in emotions that she felt, someone that she could share anything with. someone she T R U S T E D. it was something that was hard to find, especially for her, but she knew she could always come to the boy who gave her life. “SO,” she grinned looking at the mountain of blankets on the ground, “where do we start?” blanket forts, serious business.

✗ — 𝑻he Puppet loved hanging around Bon-Bon. She was a kind soul, and somebody who didn’t see Puppet as a monster or a failure. Two of his “children” were already turning their backs on him and making Marionette despise himself even further for what he did to the children, how he meddled in their lives when he shouldn’t of. The blue haired boy hums, a hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck as he looks down at the pile of blankets and pillows they’ve gather together. “ Well, whe-en me and my sister us-sed to make blanket forts, we sta-arted by gathering up some cha-airs to make a frame. So I think that’s a soli-id starting point. “

#✗ — 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈.#𝒘. 𝒃𝒐𝒏-𝒃𝒐𝒏.#( i am 1 second away from beating u up )#( this is gr8 and i luv it )#( and i luv u )

@hairybcby

✗ — 𝑻he Puppet curls against the taller male’s side, face burying in his chest as bright blue eyes stay locked on the tv screen. He feels very ODD towards Max, in a way he can’t really describe. It vaguely reminds him of how he felt towards some boy when he was thirteen, though it’s s t r o n g e r. But it’s a feeling he’s not gonna get into. Long and lanky limbs tangle with Max’s, the desire to fall asleep wrapped up in the other’s arms becoming stronger and stronger. “ Do you miss bei-ing a robot? Or a health ca-are assistant, whatever you prefer. “ Puppet’s very proud of himself for getting a better grip on his voice and begin to lose the stutter he had ended up with.

#✗ — 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈.#𝒘. 𝒃𝒂𝒚𝒎𝒂𝒙.

|| 𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑵𝒀.

Ginny put her wand on her bag, wasn’t going to use it here in this muggle place, she knew that they didn’t know about magic or that’s what she thought and what she learned thanks to her dad and some things that Hogwart taught her, of course. But, she needed to be careful with everything, that was a rule.

“I’m so so sorry. This place is just way too crowded” She apologized to the person that she bumped into by accident because someone else pushed her as well but gladly, wasn’t all that bad.

✗ — 𝑨 soft laugh escaped The Puppet’s lips, bright blue eyes coming to look at the woman who had bumped into him. The nerves can be hidden under his skin easily, something he’s learned to harbour since landing in New York. On the outside he’s cool and calm, the inside he’s mentally flipping every time somebody so much as LOOKS at him. “ D-Don’t worry about it! That’s New York for you. “ A quiet laugh pushes up his throat then, and even though he came from Texas ( and wherever they moved the animatronic he possessed ), he knew the stereotypes of New York at least.

#✗ — 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈.#𝒘. 𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚.

@bonnieisms | liked for a starter !

✗ — 𝑯e misses her. That’s the easiest way to put it. He knew it was her who got stuffed into the Bonnie animatronic, how could he not? He w a t c h e d it happen. He watched what Afton did to his baby sister and could do nothing about it. The pull at his brain ( or maybe it’s his soul, he can’t tell ) is strong this time, like he knows the soul. He knows it WELL. She’s closeby, and Puppet doesn’t stop moving till it’s like a ringing in his ears. Nowadays it’s just a big game of hot and cold when he tries to find the children. Feet carry him into the closest cafe, eyes narrowing in on a girl sat by herself at one of the booths. THAT is her. That’s D a i s y. He walks towards her slowly, a finger reaching out to tap her shoulder gently. “ Daisy... D A I S Y. I-It’s me.. It’s, um, it’s me Puppet. “ This is his little sister, he KNOWS that, he could n e v e r forget her.. But he can’t remember HIMSELF.

#✗ — 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈.#𝒘. 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆.#( ha h a i love pain )

L I K E ! for a starter from T H E P U P P E T.

#fandom:starter call #( d O N E )

|| 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑺.

Thomas sighed as he ran his hands back through his messy hair as he stared at the cup in front of him. He never had coffee before and honestly was leery about taking the first sip. “Do I add something to it? Does that make me a wimp?”

✗ — 𝑻here’s a shrug of The Puppet’s shoulders, eyes glancing down to his own cup of plain black coffee. “ I mean, you CO-OULD. I don’t thi-ink that makes you a wimp, thou-ugh. I’m not the right person to-o be asking, I h a t e c o-offee, but I know that adults are supposed to drink it. So I’m dri-inking it. “

#✗ — 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈.#𝒘. 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔.

|| 𝑻𝑬𝑫𝑫𝑰.

“My heavenly days…” Teddi gasped, gawking at the sights around her. Teddi had absolutely no idea how she’d ended up here. One moment, she was performing her set at the Country Bear Hall, swinging and serenading bears and humans alike, and then the next thing she knew, she was waking up in a foreign room looking like a…human. All of her luscious fur had given way to skin, which combined with the cold, made for a cold and frightened young woman. As she looked around, she found herself becoming desperate to find a Greyhound station or something. Going up to the nearest person, she tapped them on the shoulder and said, “I’m terribly sorry to bother ya, but I’m afraid I’m awful lost. Could you possibly point me to the nearest bus station?”

✗ — 𝑻he Puppet furrows his brows then, hunched over the cup of coffee in his hands. He hated it, the way it tasted and made him feel, but he was an adult now. He was SUPPOSED to drink it. At least, that’s what he thought all adults were supposed to do. He never made it past the age of fourteen, so it’s not like he had known any better. Somebody taps on his back, and the former animatronic smiles as he turns on his heel to face her. He stands up a little bit straighter, probably looking so unapproachable all hunched over like he was. “ Oh p-please, do not wo-orry at all. It’s qu-uite alright! I’m afraid a bu-us station won’t be any help to you i-if you’ve MAGICALLY appeared here in New York. Nobody knows ho-ow to get out. I’m te-erribly sorry. “

#✗ — 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈.#𝒘. 𝒕𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒂.

intimate.

intimate meme | still accepting !! | 12➙ hand holding | @mvnglced

✗ — 𝑺mile takes the former animatronics lips as he looks down at Mangle Allison, holding his hand out for her to take. “ C’mo-on. Let me show you around town. The-ere is a lot of lovel-ly things about New York, though there is quite a handf-ful of B A D things here. But we’re gonna avoid tho-ose parts at all costs. “

#✗ — 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅.#mvnglced

|| 𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑳𝑬.

FOR some strange reason, mangle could feel some sort of energy drawing her to a particular place. it was like a game of hot or cold, one area she would feel it less but in another area it would be a stronger pull. out of mere curiosity, both a positive & negative trait of hers, she followed the strange feeling until her eyes landed on him. there was no way that HE could be here too. “ p-puppet? ” her voice was quiet as she walked towards him, a small smile on her lips. “ y-you’re here? ”

✗ — 𝑬verytime one of the children animatronics landed here in New York, Puppet PHYSICALLY felt the pull at his s o u l. It was like a little beacon that would go off in his head, whenever they arrived in New York, and then a pull at his soul whenever they were CLOSE. It felt like a little kid pulling on his hand, that was the only way he could really describe it. Hunched over his hot chocolate in the quaint cafe, the “tugging” is strong, like one of them is HERE with him. It’s not till he hears a small voice does he smile, turning in his seat to look at her. It only takes a moment to figure out WHO she is, all the children have very different souls that Puppet can easily tell apart. “ ALLISON. It’s good-d to see you here, too. I wa-as a bit worried you weren’t go-onna show. “

#✗ — 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈.#𝒘. 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆.#( me: cryin a lil bit )

intimate

intimate meme | still accepting !! | 79➙ sky watching | @hairybcby

✗ — “ 𝑻rust me, thi-is is one of the n i c e s t things about b-being human. Just follow me. “ Puppet offers a smile then, climbing through the window of his apartment to get up onto the fire escape, looking over his shoulder at Baymax. “ C’MON. “ A pale hand pats the metal grate beside himself, bringing his knees up to his chest as he looks over at the setting sun. “ BEAUTIFUL, huh? Defin-nitely something I’ve mi-issed... I don’t know, I just wa-anted to share a moment like this. I wait for the sun to set and I si-it out here and watch, and it’s tru-uly breathtaking... You seem like so-omebody who enjoys sunsets, Max. “

#✗ — 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅.#( i am s o r r y )#( thI S IS ALL I COULD THINK OF )#hairybcby

INTIMATE {Little Chica|@letspcrty}

intimate meme | still accepting !! | 55➙ sleepovers | @letspcrty

✗ — 𝑯e sprawls out on the little makeshift bed he’s made on the floor of his apartment, which just consists of at least twelve blankets and all the cushions from the couch. “ P-Popcorn! Julianna we need P O P C O R N. No sleepo-over is complete without popcorn. “ He lifts his head up from his pillow then, looking at Chica Julianna moving around the kitchen quietly, a grin taking the Puppet’s lips. “ These were my F A V O U R I T E movies as a little kid, and I-I’m still upset that I never got to see the last one ti-ill... Well, you know wha-at happened. “

#✗ — 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅.#clcudjump

intimate / toy chica (toyschicas)

intimate meme | still accepting !! | 30➙ brushing your hair | @toyschicas

✗ — 𝑯e smiles softly, the blonde sat on the floor of his apartment in front of him. Pale hands run through her hair, the brush following as he hums quietly to himself. He isn’t too sure why Chica WILLA wants him to brush her hair, but it CALMS him, actually. It reminds him of a simpler time, when he was the soft big brother that braided his little sister’s hair when their parents were too busy. “ It’s no-ot very good, Willa. Just a.. He-eads up. “ Puppet laughs softly, twisting the little sections of hair into a braid.

#✗ — 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅.#( here it is !! )#( okay so it's not COMPLETELY brushing her hair but like he's braiding it )#bcttercup

intimate for ( freddy || fczbear )

intimate meme | still accepting !! | 73➙ wrestling or playfighting | @fczbear

✗ — 𝑷uppet smiles as he lurches forward at Freddy’s back, long and lanky legs wrapping around his waist as thin pale arms reach for the bag of chips Freddy James is holding just out of his reach, a frown painting his lips. “ He-ey! Not fair! “ In all honesty, Puppet doesn’t think of James as J U S T one of the kids who were murdered, not just one of his “children”, he thinks of him as the little brother he never got. Sure, he had a little sister, but he’s always wanted a little brother he could pester.

#✗ — 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅.#( i'm s o e m o )#tw: murder mention #dctermination

intimate ( toy bonnie // toybcnnie )

intimate meme | still accepting !! | 53 ➙ my muse crying in front of yours | @toybcnnie

✗ — 𝑮olden Freddy’s words float around in his head then, eyes screwing shut as he shakes his head slowly. He doesn’t have T I M E to think about this right now, about the things he’s done. The Puppet shakes his head again, a sob ripping itself from his throat. Wow, he didn’t even KNOW he was crying until that point. Why is he crying? He’s supposed to be hanging out with Summer, showing her all the good things about being human again. “ I-I’m sorry. “ He chokes out, shaking his head slowly as he turns to look at the newfound human. “ I’m so-orry... I’m just. I’m just remembering. “ Puppet laughs bitterly, a hand coming up to scrub at his eyes. “ I didn’t have a right to bring you back to life... I didn’t ha-ave the right to bring ANY of them back. I denied y-you guys of R E S T. W-What kind of person d-does that? “

#✗ — 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅.#( um o w )#snowbcllquccn

|| 𝑬𝑵𝑰𝑫.

enid was lucky to be quick and quiet. it was how she had survived the apocalypse before all this and frankly, it was also how she survived now. she knew she was capable of getting away with just about anything if she tried hard enough. so when she heard a voice, she paused, folding her arms. “hi. who are you?”

✗ — 𝑬yes follow her every move then, narrowing them a bit at her. The older children always SCARED Puppet, even though he was one himself. Well, not anymore. He was an A D U L T now. But the older children, they had no filters at the pizzeria, they were the ones that r u i n e d everything. At the question he pauses then, a small shrug of his shoulders. “ Puppet. My-y names Puppet. Or Marionette, either wi-ill do. What about yo-ou? “

#✗ — 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈.#𝒘. 𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒅.

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