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Hey, I know it might be creepy talking to an eyeless man in a blue mask with grey skin who eats kidneys but I would like to tell you something. I know it's hard losing loved ones but don't stress. I know a man who lost his entire family. He murdered them. The point is, you'll get over it eventually, you have some hope left. Maybe you can start a new family and birth 2 new daughters to love and protect.
askme-eyeless-jack:
Mm, i’ll tell you what. I will check on your daughters if you sacrifice another organ. It’s nothing life-threatening.. I only need a kidney.
{Some time later}
oh my god this blog is so cool! I haven't been able to find any art/blogs for mr. smiley's daughters but I love what you've done with letters and just your general ideas (the presentable liberty/exploitable money fandom is so small, mostly since it's such an emotionally devastating game haha) I have this ongoing post on one of the daughters/charlotte (they're both teenagers, I ship them) on my blog: #sophieplayspresentableliberty anyways hi! :)
(( Haha! Thanks! I can’t say how happy I am to hear that! It’s my first ask blog that has actually gotten this popular, and I’m very happy that it is. Thank you for telling me about yourself, by the by.
I myself don’t ship Happy Buddy’s daughters, since I would think they would be very young. Lilium I would expect to be at the very least nine, and her sister to be older, perhaps eleven. c: ))
"Hello? Are you still okay? I'll get you out, I swear..."
Are you okay? I'm so sorry I haven't written to you. They won't let me. Please don't let them see this.
A small strip of burlap is sent after several long minutes.
Are you okay? I'm so sorry I haven't written to you. They won't let me. Please don't let them see this.
The letter seems to cut off there.
Benjamin shudders at the voice and stares at the girl, weakly smiling. His eyes filled with tears.
“You’re awake, thanks god…” he says gently, his voice trembles. “I am glad you are awake, Lili. Welcome to my ‘office’!..”
The man rises to his feet to step to a small closet and open one of the drawers. He pulls out a cardboard package with two mugs and puts them on the desk next to a pile of letters.
“How long have you had nothing to eat, dearie?” he asks her, turning on the electric kettle. “I have some sandwiches with bacon here. You can take as much as you want, but be careful. You don’t want to your tummy was sick, right?”
Oh my god, food. Her arms positioned themselves to push herself up, but they just shook in protest. A thing to note, however, was that on her right hand, her index finger was crusted over with crimson.
I guess that explained how she had ink.
“... I haven’t eaten since they took me... but...” She tries again, just to make sure that she couldn’t force herself up. “... I can’t get up.”
But holy cow, bacon sandwiches and drinks and, ohh. My gosh.
Are you okay? I'm so sorry I haven't written to you. They won't let me. Please don't let them see this.
As his eyes fell upon the words, Smiley felt his blood run cold.
He brought a hand up to his mouth and sobbed.
Are you okay? I'm so sorry I haven't written to you. They won't let me. Please don't let them see this.
Benjamin presses his palms to his mouth and staggers back, to the opposite wall.
Shocked by horrific scene before his eyes, he turns white like a piece of new paper. However, he does not stop to stare into this room, slowly sliding along the wall to the floor; he is very close to faint. No… this is not true! It must be a hallucination, a nightmare! This can’t be true! “N-n-no… oh, no-nononono–” he whispers, finally shutting his eyes.
Few moments Smiley sits on the floor, seeming unconsciously, then suddenly gets up, walks back into the room, to take Lilium in his arms gently.
He carries the girl to his small office room where he puts her on his sleeping bag. After this he sits down in a corner and buries his face in his hands.
Several minutes pass before the girl on the sleeping bag slowly moved her legs to hug them to her chest. She gave a quiet groan of both hunger and dull pain, burying her face into her knees.
The grounds was much softer, and she noted that it didn’t smell bad anymore. Forcing her eye open, she landed her gaze upon the form of Ben.
“… B… Ben…?” Her voice croaked out, her cuts and bruises either infected or scabbed over.
Benjamin unlocks the door and looks out into the hallway, automatically adjusting his bright bow tie.
I will have problems if the boss finds out… — a thought flashes in his mind panically, but he shrugs off this as he hears Lilium’s weak knocks on the door somewhere near him. This girl is still alive, I can’t just leave her in that dreadful room! The man walks down the hallway, glancing around nervously. Where the guards?..
All those days Benjamin Smiley was so busy in his desperate attempts to get his quote of happines that he never noticed how the building actually turns empty.
Too empty, too quiet… too dead. He feels as his unnerved grin twitches down again when he stops in front of the door with an iron slide deadbolt. I can open it and look inside. I can finally to find out if my daughters are here or not…
“H-hey, Lili!” Benjamin exclaims and frowns slightly, realizing how unhappy his voice sounded. “It’s me, Ben! I am going to get you out of here, just wait a little bit!..”
He unlocks the deadbolt and opens the door.
Just before he opened it, the sound of something hitting the ground was heard.
And as soon as he did, the smell of rotting meat and old blood hit the other’s nose.
A sight to behold, a horrible sight. The kid was in shambles, her clothes were torn for letters. The walls… oh god the walls… they were painted with blood and paint. The paint was the most recent, and… bodies were stacked in the back left corner. Back to the child… one of her eyes was… gone. Scooped out. Missing. She was covered in slashes and bloody stains. Clearly, she was left here to rot. There was a second, similar body that was clearly deceased. This was her sister, who was asleep.
The other seemed to be unconscious.
I am afraid she will not wake up, Lili.
Benjamin sniffles again, his heart aches due to anxiety and sorrow but he keeps his smile on his face. Happy buddies are not allowed to cry, they are must remain happy even if–
–!!!
The weak screech startles him, forcing to shudder.
That cell is very close to his little office.
It would be ironic of Doctor Money’s side; to keep Smiley’s kids close to him but tell him that they are on the another floor…
Damned Doc!
Lilium held the letter, her mouth agape.
The torn girl dragged herself and her sister to the door, ripping off another piece of her dress.
And she does. Rather weakly at that.
Lilium stared into the dark at a specific body that was away from the others. Forcing herself to move her aching, tired legs, she crawled her way over to the ‘sleeping’ body of her sister. Placing her hands upon the other’s arm, the child shook it and let out a screech of a name.
Perhaps Benjamin could hear the faint voice of the child.
misterbsmiley:
This girl, she is– she in the cell that filled with dead kids.
My daughters… they may be among them?
He sniffles, stares at a little video camera on the ceiling and smiles unhappily.
Lilium glanced behind her, eyes used to the darkness for so long without light. The shadowy mound of sleeping children came into view.
She briefly wondered when they would wake up.
Maybe her sister would wake up, too.
