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Hi all!! Sorry I haven’t been very active here as of late, but I have dived head first into Fullm.etal Alch.emist and I’m caught hook line and fucking sinker.
So! If you wanna find me, I’ve been much more active on my blog @angcrmanagcmcnt, where you can find one(1) little shit of a homunculus who is the embodiment of the ‘I’m 11′ vine.
fxundingfxther ; ???
Henry was exhausted, ever since his business partner was put under investigation it was up to him to keep up with the employees and the customers.He finally had a break for a moment before he walked into the main hall, seeing all the kids playing and running while parents ran fingers through their own hair trying to maintain the stress of all the noise. This was 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 for him now; Especially with Charlie gone now. He noticed a young lady at a table focusing on some work, what an odd place to be doing school work..He decided to head over to the table with a smile before speaking. ❝This is an odd place to be doing schoolwork, Wouldn’t you rather be playing with the other kids? ❞ he asked in a mildly concerned tone before following up with. ❝Oh and while I’m at it have you received your food, we’re understaffed at the moment so orders are coming out a little slow! ❞ he rubbed the back of his neck apologetically.
After getting stuck on a particularly hard multiplication problem, Marianne blinked and looked up from her sheet of torture math practice to see the adult standing near her. Giving a shy, sheepish smile, she shrugged and then turned her eyes back to her paper for a moment, idly tapping her pencil against the corner.
“The other kids don’t like me,” Marianne’s smile faded, ever so slightly, “An’ I don’t want them tellin’ Alex I’m here. It’s just good to stay here-peaceful, kinda.” If he knew, he would be really upset with her, and she didn’t like seeing him upset. He always got really quiet and ended up going out somewhere, and he usually didn’t come back until after dinnertime.
At the comment about the food, though, she gave a little smile and nod, looking back up to Henry. “It’s okay, you don’t gotta apologize.”
hurricanetm ; Charlie
it’s an odd feeling, knowing that her father had a family before her and sammy. honestly, she can’t imagine it, but there’s something inside of her that knows the other woman is telling the truth. someone who had this elaborate of a story couldn’t be lying, right?
“ no, it’s.. it’s okay, i’m glad i know. ” her father was dead, after all, he wasn’t there to tell her the family secrets. she just wished she would have known sooner, that her father had left behind some sort of hint towards his other family. she offers mari an awkward, tired smile, feeling as though she might explode if she doesn’t.
her smile becomes more genuine when she hears about her childhood, it sounded like a good one at best. “ that sounds stressful and enjoyable at the same time—i think i’ve moved about three times in my life. ” moving to hurricane when sammy disappeared, leaving with aunt jen after her father died, and moving in with jessica for college.
marianne, that was a pretty name. it had kind of a proper feeling to it, she guesses her father liked those kinds of names ( charlotte, samuel, and marianne ). “ it’s nice to meet you, and i guess now is better than never. it’s just crazy knowing this part of life. ” she pauses suddenly, gaze fixating on her shoes. “ do you know what happened to him? our father, i mean. ”
There’s a pause, and then a quiet sigh. “...Yeah. I know,” She nods, expression grim as she recalled about hearing the news. It was before she found out who he was, of course, but nonetheless, it was somewhat of a shock. Her mother, of course, had been heartbroken. Marianne herself didn’t learn why until about a week later.
That in and of itself was a shock-but then came anger. Her own brother hadn’t told her-she didn’t quite blame her mother, of course, it was understandable why she hadn’t said anything-but Alex? Yes, he may have hated Henry with a burning passion, but not once had he said anything to her other than insults directed toward Henry. It hurt then-and even now, it still stung.
“I still feel...sort of bad, about not being able to have that relationship with him, get to know him as my father-even my brother got that, if only for a short while. But...” Another sigh, but this time it was more disheartened than anything.
“I do understand my mother’s reasons for not telling me. She never did like talking about him. My brother didn’t either, but he always tried to sort of...demonize him, I suppose. I think he didn’t want me to be...disappointed, I guess, if I met the man I got my eyes from.”
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Marianne liked being at the diner. It was peaceful, most days, in its own special way. Yes, the other children were loud and often caused a good riot when Bonnie and Fredbear were on the stage, but it was the overall atmosphere that made her feel like she was at home.
The smell of pizza in the air, occasionally even cake; and how, when she could, she got closer to Fredbear and discreetly felt his fur. It was soft, somewhat, but ragged in places. Not to mention how the mascots seemed more lifelike at times, when mechanical movements were so much more human and fluid.
Alex had told her to stay away from here, yes, but Alex was just weird sometimes-and she liked it here, anyways. Not to mention, she wanted to be like the other kids, being able to come to the diner.
At the moment, she was sat quietly at a table, watching Fredbear and Bonnie do their routine while she worked on some homework. It was harder than usual; she always hated math, too, so that made it even worse.
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hurricanetm ; Charlie
she doesn’t know how to feel. if she had to choose a specific feeling; she would say she feels like her whole life was a lie.
why did her father cease to mention anything about her older sister?
she digs her fingernails into her wrists, trying to process this. she’s always wondered what it would have been like to have an older sibling, and to think, if her father hadn’t hidden this, she would have known what it was like.
“ it’s um—it’s nice to meet you, my name’s charlie, and my brother’s name is sammy. he’s really shy, ” she finds herself rambling, but she doesn’t know how to properly react to this situation. she’s flustered, confused, and kind of angry at her father for hiding this big of a secret.
“ why did he give you up? i didn’t think our father was capable of doing something like that. ”she had seen henry like a saint, even after he died. “ how was growing up? ” it’s an odd question, sure, but she wonders if mari had a different upbringing than the twins; one with no animatronic creatures.
The words come before she can even stop herself.
“He didn’t exactly give me up, per se--he...had another family, before you. My mom, my older brother Alex, and...me, a few months after he left.” A moment later, though, she realizes how much of an overload of information this must be and cringes a bit.
“I...am so sorry that you had to find out about me like this,” Came her first apology; Marianne was surprised that she hadn’t said sorry before this, even. She was usually so quick to do so-it must be the situation itself. It was very...awkward, after all.
“Growing up? It was....a trip,” A nervous laugh, “Quite literally. We never stopped moving until we came to Hurricane when I was about...ten, I think. ‘76 was a good year,” and it was, honestly. She finally got to choose a colour for her room(green, she’d chosen, she had always liked the colour). That was certainly one of the best birthday ‘gifts’ she’d gotten at that point.
A pause, then-oh, dear, where on earth were her manners? Had she even said her own name, yet? Oh, dear, this was likely a terrible first impression. “I’m Marianne, and it’s...certainly nice to meet you too, Charlie. Despite the, er...circumstances.”
LET’S TEACH THE PITIFUL CHILDREN WHO HAVEN’T A CLUE / multi muse from the five nights at freddy’s novels, heavily canon divergent. thought of by ash. personals do not interact.
hurricanetm ; Charlotte
eyebrows furrow, mouth opens wide as she stares at the older woman. they have similar facial features; dark hair, dark eyes, and a round face. but why did her father keep this woman a secret? charlie had always thought it was just her and sammy, and when going through the baby pictures, she doesn’t recall seeing an older girl in the pictures. “ i.. i don’t believe it. ” she feels dizzy, breath hitching in her chest, as she fiddles with the hem of her jacket. “ a-are you sure henry—my father—is your father? why did you leave the family? i should have remembered you, right? ”
There’s only a stare in reply, blue eyes blinking a couple times. Marianne had never known her father; he had left a few months before she was born(something that her brother often brought up when the topic came into conversation), but when she had learned just where she had gotten her blue eyes? It was...
Startling, to say the least.
Startling to find out that her father had another family, that she had two younger siblings-twins!-that she never knew of before. And it wasn’t a bad thing; Marianne had always wanted a little brother or sister. It just...stung, a bit, even though she never knew the man. The thought that he had left their family and started a new one hurt, nonetheless.
Marianne sighed, biting her lip. She didn’t want to say the wrong thing, here, that was the last thing she wanted to do. Finally, though, she settled on something to say-hopefully it was alright.
“I know that this...may seem like a surprise. But I’m not the one who left. I didn’t even know my-er-our, father.”
She felt stupid as soon as she spoke.
“...I apologize in advance for any chaos my son causes.”
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hey there, friends! DEADLINE here, now with a new blog and some newer faces to have fun with.
fivenightsleft is a multimuse with several timelines going on, such as miketrap-based, or canon-based, or even post-canon involving william afton’s own personal hell. of course, i’m always open to plotting out things relating to help wanted, special delivery, or the upcoming security breach!
the muses on this blog include michael afton, william afton, spring bonnie, springtrap / miketrap, scraptrap / willtrap, and an oc who is my michael afton’s daughter.
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fczbecrspizzc ; . . .
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He wasn’t sure why the Prize Corner had been closed off today, of all days– little shoes taking careful steps to ensure no one could see him sneak over– hands wrapped tightly around something his father made for him, a bear to keep him company whenever he or Charlie weren’t around, the nine year old moves closer, looking the box ( just barely taller than him ) up and down, eyebrows furrowing. He wonders if it was lonely in there…
❝ Are you awake..? ❞ A hand knocks on the box, brown eyes flickering up to watch the top, ❝ Can you hear me? ❞
The music box had been stopped for a while now. It made the child’s spirit within the box restless, and the events from the night before refused to stop playing through her mind; an endless tape that never ceased.
She didn’t know how long she’d been in the box. She didn’t want to know, either. But eventually, there was a knock. Blue eyes opened. Wasn’t she put in the back by now...? Was that a child? No, no, she couldn’t come out, she would hurt them if she did, she was dangerous-
Right on cue, though, the Puppet rose out of its box, tilting its masked face; though it was cracked in some places. It said nothing, either, not for a long while. Then, a voice, quiet a hoarse.
“...What are you doing here?”
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