don't go in there -

you'll become one ; freaky creatures, monster party

[graveshft]

GRAVESHFT. independent, selective & low activity MIKE SCHMIDT of blumhouse's FIVE NIGHT'S AT FREDDY'S film. strictly movie based. written by ASH / they them / 25+. do not follow if you are UNDER 21. themes of: blood, gore, murder, child endagerment / death / kidnapping for present. FOLLOW AT YOUR OWN RISK. note that mike is trans and autistic. affiliated with: @murdaughter. sideblog to: @cstarling ( see rules there ).

[graveshft]

m.ike s.chmidt kiss me on the mouth challenge.

[graveshft]

how did you get my address? @roseguided.

[graveshft]

I AM MY OWN GHOST ; HAUNTING THE MEMORIES I LOVE THE MOST. independent, highly selective & low activity MIKE SCHMIDT of blumhouse's five night's at freddy's movie. STRICTLY FILM BASED. written by ASH / they them / 25+. must be 21+ to interact. triggering content present - follow at your OWN RISK. this blog is a SIDEBLOG and will follow from cstarling.

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  non - halloween  themed  dialogue  prompts  for  all  your  slashers,  final  girls,  and  other  horrors  beyond  your  comprehension.  trigger  warning  for  dark  themes.  feel  free  to  edit  as  you  seem  fit.  ) 

❛ it’s the silence that scares me. ❜

❛ i’m every nightmare you ever had. ❜

❛ i want to see your true face. ❜

❛ one way or another, you’re going to die tonight. ❜

❛ just because you don’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not already here. ❜

❛ by the time anyone finds your body, they won’t be able to identify it. ❜

❛ you’re playing a dangerous game here, girl. ❜

❛ i’m playing the villain, just like you wanted. ❜

❛ i won’t give up on you, i know you’re worth it! ❜

❛ scream all you want. no one will hear you. ❜

❛ what are you going to do to me? ❜

❛ there you are, my darling! ❜

❛ i knew you would come back to me. ❜

❛ don’t you want to be consumed by what loves you? ❜

❛ i’m going to send you back to hell where you came from! ❜

❛ you can’t keep me here forever! ❜

❛ how are you still alive? i killed you! ❜

❛ sometimes human spaces make inhuman monsters. ❜

❛ please. why don’t you just let me go? ❜

❛ this missing poster has your face on it. ❜

❛ that wasn’t so bad, was it? ❜

❛ what’s wrong, you don’t trust me? ❜

❛ i know a lot about you. more than you think. ❜

❛ you want me to shut him up for you? ❜

❛ we could have been beautiful together. ❜

❛ when you think you’re alone, someone watches. ❜

❛ rest while you can, because i will hunt you and eat you whole. ❜

❛ what you want is very wrong. ❜

❛ you look so pretty all tied up like this. ❜

❛ what, you like to watch? you goddamn sicko. ❜

❛ god isn’t here. god doesn’t even know about this place. ❜

❛ there is something at work in my soul which i do not understand. ❜

❛ i am the devil, and i am here to do the devil’s work. ❜

❛ you know what they say, an eye for an eye. ❜

❛ why don’t you scream for me? ❜

❛ are you… smelling me? ❜

❛ we’re going to die out here. ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of anything. not anymore. ❜

❛ we will be what everyone wants to be. perfect. ❜

❛ no offense, but i think you might be just a little too crazy for me. ❜

❛ we all go a little mad sometimes. ❜

❛ the harder i try to escape, the further i get into this awful place. ❜

❛ this was not how it was supposed to go! ❜

❛ this is the end of your little game. i win. ❜

❛ don’t leave me! i can’t be alone! ❜

❛ no one is coming for you. ❜

❛ you hide. and i’ll try to find you. sound fun? ❜

❛ fuck this place. seriously, just fuck this place. ❜

❛ what’s the matter, honey? you’ve barely touched your dinner. ❜

❛ don’t be afraid. dying is much easier than living. ❜

❛ i won’t let them kill you. i won’t let them even touch you. ❜

❛ let’s get you some clothes before i get too turned on. ❜

❛ you weren’t putting that tongue to use anyway. ❜

❛ shall i drink your blood fresh, or slice your neck and spill it out first? ❜

❛ dying keeps moving lower on the list of worst things that could happen to me. ❜

[graveshft]

JORDAN RILEY: I NEVER REMEMBER MY DREAMS. for normal people, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. dreams rarely had any meaning, just flashing images of scenarios slammed together into nonsense that left others scratching their heads when they wake up, or laughing as they tell their friends about them. dreams weren't important - but memories were. 'ever heard of the dream theory?' mike glances at jordan and thinks about the sleeping pills he's been taking, man pulling out the book he's read over and read the past few months before slowly offering it to her. 'it says that we just... never forget anything. that every memory we've had is still in our brains, but we can't get to all of them,' he's aware he sounds somewhat eccentric when he speaks on this subject, but he follows the theory every night, and he feels like he's almost finished what he's set out to do. 'read it. you might be able to remember something you forgot,' @survivall.

[rylandsgrace]

Josh Hutcherson as Mike Schmidt Five Nights At Freddy’s (2023) dir. Emma Tammi

[graveshft]

which rage language are you?

men, raise the drawbridge. when you're angry, all your defenses go up. the unfortunate person or thing that managed to piss you off is suddenly talking to a wall. on the inside, you're screaming and crying and cussing them out, but somehow you can't express it. you're blank. emotionless. to anyone's knowledge, you could be zoning out of a lecture. because of this, it's hard to express how you're feeling when the person asks for your thoughts. you've choked your feelings down, and they won't come back up.

[antlergrave]

[roseguided-arch]

𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 & mike’s experience was working as the security guard. she worked there for several months, a record considering the high turn over rate when it was pitched to her. but, once she found out the (partial) truth she understood why: those kids in the suits liked her as much as she could tell. she was nice to them, she brought them things. she thinks it made all the difference. ( despite their fate, the horrible thing done to them, they were still kids. they still like to build forts & to watch her do things. they still were curious about this or that she would bring for them. maybe she didn’t get almost killed because william afton had no reason to attack unlike with mike who had abby. ) at the mention of finding out his address being creepy, quinn grimaces a little. ❛ you’re right, it is. i’m sorry, really, i’m not trying to be creepy ! ❜ free hand raises itself as if to use it to hold up in mock surrender.

as he steps aside, quinn knocks some off the ice off of her boots before she walks in. the bear in her hand is sat down on the couch, eyes taking in the surroundings of their home. ❛ quiet, i can do quiet. she needs her rest before going to school. ❜ being up so early, a kid to get ready, made her have flashbacks for a moment to her own childhood. drifting mind snapping back to reality in a split second to allow her to remove her jacket & lay it across the back of the chair she sits in. ❛ it’s was my sisters when she was younger. being older, she doesn’t need it anymore—i didn’t wanna throw it out & then, i thought about abby. ❜ she smiles, hearing his question about hanging out. quinn can tell he’s not used to other people invading his space. in silent response, head nods: ❛ you’re cool, mike, i promise. i’d be paranoid too after . . what happened, but, uh, yeah. i did ! is that . . okay ? i can totally leave if you want me too. i just- . . i don’t know, decided i wanted to try & be friends with you. ❜

[graveshft]

he liked quinn. mike didn't want to make it seem like he didn't. the most he could hope for was that the woman understood how little he was socialized between the beginning of puberty and now. he barely had friends after his brother was taken - always too angry, pushing kids on the playground, and he hadn't been much friendlier as a raging teenager. he lost his mom, and then his dad decided he didn't want mike or abby, anymore, which also put a damper on his time out in the world. he was just beginning to understand what it meant to have someone who cared enough to be around. quinn stopping by was nice, no matter how she got his address. he's glad she's not offended by how standoffish he is, but he needs to be better. try a little harder. he reminds himself of this as he scoops fresh coffee grounds into a new filter.

'i let her stay up way too late last night. she kept handing me books to read her - it's hard to say no to her puppy eyes,' mike finds himself smiling fondly, even knowing that he had to work on putting his foot down with abby. she was a good kid, and she'd been through a lot. mike just wanted to give her everything he could. that being said, he knew she was going to be tired this morning. hopefully the bear quinn brought would be a good pick me up for the little girl. 'oh - sorry for calling it weird. didn't realize it was sentimental,' mike tries not to wince as he turns his back towards quinn, cursing himself before he pulls two mugs down from the cabinet. when he looks back at quinn, he thinks for a moment. where once he might have tried to push her away, he now had to make the decision not to. 'yeah... it's okay,' mike concludes, giving her a small grin. 'no, um... i don't want you to leave. i just... don't really know how to do this. the friend thing,' he looks a bit sheepish at the admission, but he wants to be honest. 'we can try, that's cool. just... don't get disappointed if i'm bad at it,'

[murdaughter]

@graveshft said: i know i’m not who you expected to see this morning.

vanessa blinks up at him, still adjusting to wakefulness. it's funny-- to her it's like no time has passed at all, but mike looks different. a little better than when she last saw him, actually. that's nice. it's nice that he's here, too. 'i wasn't really expecting to see anyone this morning.' there's a warm little feeling inside her, seeing him in the daylight after so much time spent under shadowed neon and half-dead, yellowing fluorescents. there is also, however, the quiet suggestion of a question mark. of all people, why would he be here to see her?

'i...' she begins carefully, still half drowsy and wincing at the tinny, unused sound of her voice. 'i don't mean to sound ungrateful–– because i am. grateful, i mean. i just, uh... what are you... doing here?'

[graveshft]

for a moment there, mike wasn't sure if vanessa was going to wake up. he didn't like thinking it - didn't want to wish the negative into existence - but the doctor hadn't had anything good or bad to say, and neutrality could be just as conclusive as bad news. but mike had entered the hospital this morning with a new bouquet of flowers - the old ones were dead, and he intended to replace them before vanessa saw the wilted petals of the ones in the vase by her bedside - and the nurse lit up with a guess who's awake. he tried not to rush toward the room, tried not to show the amount of relief he felt inside of his chest, though he failed at both. 'abby's in school or else she would've been here, too,' mike tilts his head a bit at her uncertainty. 'um... yeah. of course i'm here. why wouldn't i be?' they'd been through something traumatic together, and believe it or not, mike started caring about vanessa. crooked and close lipped smile is given, mike holding up the bouquet a bit sheepishly. 'it's kinda lame, but i brought you these. actually, i've been bringing them. they, uh... they die pretty fast. i was gonna replace the dead ones before you saw,' smile grows just a pinch. 'i'm glad you're awake,'

[spiritintouch]

[dorkymirage]

hot sad depressed man ofc i had to draw him

[murdaughter]

mike puts on one of his favorite cds, the music casually filling the space as he turns to vanessa, hand outstretching for hers. he looks a bit bashful, but he's smiling. 'wanna dance? think i owe you one.' - @graveshft.

she looks up, a little surprised–– having become so absorbed in her planner that she hardly even noticed the music beginning to play. emily blinks with eyes wide, but is putting her hand in mike's before she can even quite process what he's said. ( it's a really nice feeling, that implicit trust. ) once it hits her, though, a beautiful grin blossoms over her features, something just this side of flirtatious. 'yeah, actually,' she preens, stepping closer into his arms, 'i think you do.'

[graveshft]

he isn't used to such intimacy. it's not as if he's had much of an opportunity to get close to anyone, not with having to take care of abby - trying to raise a kid and work full time to pay for said kid didn't leave him time to make friends, or have relationships. but emily had been through something with him and his sister that no one else could, or ever would, go through. in his mind, they're trauma bonded. and though that's not the only reason he's now holding her close, grinning up at her as if he's smitten, but it's helped them understand each other better. 'sorry it took so long,' he teases, hands on her hips, allowing her to step as close to him as she wanted. 'i'm not a very good dancer. if i step on your toes, that's on you,'

[antlergrave]

🫣

[kattydrawss]

The sillies!!!

[roseguided-arch]

𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑, a condition written into her brain when it came to make sure her sister got up before school. ate breakfast, got on the bus. every day since she was fourteen years old she woke up at six in the morning, allowing her father to sleep knowing he had come in from night shifts. one hand shuffled into pocket after knocking on the front door while the other holds onto the arm of a brown teddy bear—the bear sports a very eighties looking vest, he’s missing an eye, & has a little hat on top of its head. ❛ i. . found out earlier while you still worked at the pizza place. don’t worry, you know I’m not sketchy. ❜ quinn smiles a little trying to rid the air of threatening awkwardness. ; ❛ & so sorry for barging in so early in the morning. i’ve always been a kinda early riser, i don’t like being still for long if there’s things to do. ❜ mind remembers the bear as she glances down, holding it up in front to wiggle it’s stuffed arm as if it were waving at mike. ❛ i brought this for abby. thought she might like it. ❜ breath comes out in a huff of smoke, ❛ we could . . hang out until abby wakes up ? make some coffee ? ❜ brow arches.

[graveshft]

'don't you think that's a little creepy?' his inquiry is only half serious as he stands in front of quinn. a miracle that the knock on the door hadn't woken his sister up, mike considers whether or not he should let quinn inside. he's been trying harder to be social since their near death experience. he's gotten a better job - something in an office ; boring, yes, but stable, with good pay, great hours, and friendly coworkers that often tried to get him to go out for drinks - cleaned up his act, all of it so he could keep abby. the making friends thing has proven to be the hardest part, so far. quinn showing up at his home, with a gift for his sister, and the offer of socialization felt like an olive branch that he felt awkward in taking. but he knew he had to make some kind of effort, here. 'we'll have to be quiet, but um... sure. come on in,'

mike finally steps away, making room for quinn to enter the house, closing the door as soon as she was inside. taking the bear from her, he can't help but scowl a bit down at the thing. the resemblance to a certain bear they fought merely months ago sent a small shiver down his spine. 'she'll deifnitely like it. she loves weird shit like this,' he sets it down on the table before he moves to start the coffee maker. eyes glance at quinn from the corner of his eyes, trying not to make it obvious at how awkward he felt to have a woman in his space. 'did you really just come over to... hang out?' mike winces, hiding his features as he turns away. 'just realized how paranoid that sounds. sorry,'