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PSA;; Under Construction/Semi-Hiatus
The new game has opened up some interesting plot points and stuff about the guy on the Phone and while I'm both interested in trying to incorporate that into what I have on Dave right now, I'll have to do a bit of editing and revising so, if anything, this blog is continuing this (official?) Semi-Hiatus as I start to revise and edit what I have; I am still a bit weary on changes however, but it'll probably help me to get back into this blog because I have been lacking which I do apologize to those wanting to RP.
Let's just see where the week takes me and what I can do!!
So who else played FN@F 2 and got a reboot for their muse tho they may want to change things...
❝ wнaт wιll we do wιтн a drυnĸen ѕaιlor ? ❞
ιndιe нυмan aυ ғoхy ғroм ғnaғ
Deck - Legend - Map - Oceans - Laws
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"You are as pathetic as the rest."
“Ack— Son of a—” The man’s words came out more of a groan as hefound himself sprawled across the floor in a fetal position.His arms wrapping protectively around his head andstomach for dear life… which, even he found ratherstrange; memories of his youth flooded in where he wouldfight anyone and everyone who got in his way—but now… Now he really was pathetic.
“F-fuck you, buddy….” He muttered under his breath,his stomach still in pain from being hit by the other.
List of things Mun has to do later--
Verses Page
Emptying out Drafts and Inbox
Theme Change Probably?
"Wait-- You're actually alive out there?" He wasn't going to check. It was 5:00, he had at least half of his power left for some... clever power conservation, and he was about to chill for the rest of the night.
It Ends On Night Four
It was another night at the pizzeria. The time was close to striking midnight. Course that didn’t seem too bad, right? Well no one knew what happened at the time the clock struck midnight. No one knew that the animatronics…
always decided to turn on for their wandering mode. They became a whole lot more quirky to where it had become necessary for a guard.
A night guard or anything of some kind to keep watch over those quirky animatronics.
Freddy had counted the days so far. was it day three or four? It meant he needed to make his move and so—- he did without any warning at all besides the echoing laugh down the hall.
❝ H̬̪̊ͩͪa̙̯͔̞͎ͪ͛͊ͤͯ̌a̻͚ͦ͋ͭ̓ͣ ̪͆͊ͥh͕̫͕ͬͅa͂̇ͣͥå̮̓ͬ ͔̱̣̲͖͔ͪ̐̇ĥ̰̝̪̩̙̋̍ͅã̖̤̙̲̌͑ͮa̺̤̪̘̪a̬̰̼̰̫ͫ̅͒̋ͅ ❞
The moment he walked into his normal office on a normal night, he just flung his shit on the ground and sat his feet up against the desk. His eyes focused on the clock as the countdown began. His shift was starting soon but he felt no anxiety--and for the first time in weeks, he slept soundly to know that A) He could finally quit, and B) he could help out someone else into this job. That's all he could live with-- 『 ---- ❝ H̬̪̊ͩͪa̙̯͔̞͎ͪ͛͊ͤͯ̌a̻͚ͦ͋ͭ̓ͣ ̪͆͊ͥh͕̫͕ͬͅa͂̇ͣͥå̮̓ͬ ͔̱̣̲͖͔ͪ̐̇ĥ̰̝̪̩̙̋̍ͅã̖̤̙̲̌͑ͮa̺̤̪̘̪a̬̰̼̰̫ͫ̅͒̋ͅ ❞ 』 The laugh; it blew away any lingering confidence Dave had retained walking in and brought him into high alert. Twelve AM: The night shift begins.
"...Remember to leave a message for the new guy." He muttered reminders for himself as he grabbed the tablet and sat back in his chair, keeping his eyes and ears peeled... His life was on the line, after all.
"Mi-mi-miss me?"
"I'd miss you more when you turn into scrap metal."The empty threat was said with little to no enthusiasmthrough the other side of the window. Dave only lookingat the rabbit with disgust in his eyes. "Why can't you shits leave me alone for once?"
"And I'll be happy to vouch for his insanity!"
"Well, it's nice to know that there are supporters for the insane, I was just about to lose hope in the world."Though, was he really insane? That seemedso harsh in context; he was stressed, at best.Working each night where he could potentiallydie? Yeah, totally stress talking. "But, anyway, are you sure about it? Then if you must know, I work on hell on earth each night and I'm probably going to die the next day by animatronics that looks like they've been drawn by a five year old with problems. Would you vouch for that?" All said with a grain of salt, even if he did speak the truth.
Sentence Starters {Pokemon Edition}
"You are as pathetic as the rest."
"Someone's got to take a stand."
"I see now that the circumstances of one's birth are irrelevant; it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are."
"Why did you betray me? Why?"
"You snuck up behind me; that is always a mistake..."
"I don't have any friends and I don't want any."
"I've got so much energy I don't know what to do with it!"
"Do you always need a reason to help someone?"
"Weren't you even gonna say 'hi' to me!?"
"If I want your opinion I'LL ASK FOR IT!!!"
"Hey I know! I'll use my trusty frying pan as a drying pan!"
"Why don't you and I start a friendship right now!?"
"I never forget the face of a pretty girl! This book helps me remember their names."
"What I'd give for somebody to have a crush on me!"
"From one to loser in love to another, I need your help."
"And I'll be happy to vouch for his insanity!"
"Everyone makes mistakes the first time around."
"You're such a kid."
"What's wrong? Who are you?"
"You gonna attack or do a ballet?"
"We have a proud tradition of failure to uphold!"
"Fruit doesn't grow on trees, you know!"
One eyebrow lifts, and Vincent stares down the night shift guard with a bored expression. Of course he’d resort to dramatics rather than own up to whatever he’d done the night before.
“Language.” He reminds mid-rant when he drops a ‘fuck’. His voice is calm — mild for the time being.
“As fun as it is hearing your tall tales and endearing nicknames it really isn’t. The only thing wrong with Chica is that she’s covered in pizza sauce.”
When he takes notice of the tissues he doesn’t comment on them, merely stares for longer than necessary. “Maybe you need a new job if this one’s too stressful for you.”
How stressful could watching monitors be?
God he had so much pent up animosity for the other. "Maybe you need to take your head out your ass, boss, because it's far up there." Maybe it was the idea how poorly maintenance this place was, or maybe how negligent the owner of this establishment was--Dave could write a book on his disdain for the owner. Dave studied the law to a T; he could destroy this man in court. But of course; who would believe that the animatronics were KILLERS? "But since you're so convinced... I was hungry and had friends over." The sarcasm dripped in his voice, but it was convincing. "We drank, made crappy pizzas," See, he was watching his language. "And it got on the bird." Maybe taste a bit of that shitty pizza sauce, it'll have a bloody taste. "Sorry I got your little birdy messy." Now, if only he could find the urge to quit, but he wouldn't want this shitty job to befall on someone else.
We'll Sleep When We're Dead [Dave||Warin]
dissociative-id:
I'm going to die.
He considered sending a return text. Something about how Dave needed to pull the dick out of his fucking mouth And then he’d be able to breath. imagine that. But while Warin enjoyed taunting Dave. He wasn’t stupid. Something just felt off. That feeling in the pit of your stomach that rested so perfectly between your ribs. A feeling that shouldn’t even exist in this situation. Dave was just jumpy. Animatronics coming to life? Yeah. Sure. Clearly Dave was out of his fucking mind. There wasn’t anything wrong. This wasn’t the asylum anymore. Shit like this didn’t happen. Stupid looking robots didn’t just get up on their own, and murder the staff at night. Right?
He was no longer the voice of reason to a certain someone. Just he, himself, and his own thoughts. So if logic told him it was impossible, why was he getting up? Warin carefully shifted from beneath the black-haired girl, making sure her head was carefully placed onto the pillow next to him. He brushed fingers through her hair. This was ridiculous. And he grabbed the hoodie he had earlier tossed to the floor.
”I’ll be right back. Friend’s having an issue at work. Told him I’d stop by.” Make sure he’s okay.
[text; to chickenfucker]
No you aren't.
Run. As soon as he was outside, his feet met the pavement in quick successions. The place wasn’t too far away, and with how fast he could run It would take a few minutes to get there. Hopefully Dave didn’t have a fucking heart attack before he got there. I swear to god, Dave. If everything turned out to be fine, and just that man’s paranoia.. Well, Warin would determine which side of his face to punch if it got to that. It was dark. Locked door. Of course. That never deterred Warin however. If he could break out of a hospital, then he could break into a shitty restaurant. There was a hole tucked neatly under metal boards on the roof. The staff probably didn’t even notice. Or care. Maybe they thought no one would bother climbing to it. Clearly they were stupid. Warin dropped with little hesitation into the consuming darkness. Just like old times, right? His eyes adjusted quickly to the shapes of tables, chairs, and.. curtain’s open.
"Hey! Where’s the party? Dave!”
Either you better be alive, or this better be a god damn joke.
It was during moments like this one where someone's life would flash before their eyes--all in specific detail as they flashed rapidly through the mind of the one about to die. As if they were bringing solace so death seemed more inviting, than frightening. In Dave's case, his mind was clouded; muddied by the thoughts of what to come, instead of the memories that lead him to this moment. He could feel a hollow, metallic breathing emerging through the jaw of the creature that held him against the wall, as if it was humane--but it was far from that; no, no, no-- it was a machine that only wants to put you back into your suit, DAVE.
And then, the lights shut off. And all was left was the glowing of the other's eyes. The power... Fuck him the power. Whatever color remained on Dave's face completely dissipated as his blood ran cold. In the pure darkness, he heard the echoes of the footsteps, all varying in size and sound... The same footsteps he head in his nightmares. Though it was the sight of the figure behind Foxy that cemented his fate, and the actions following only prolonged his fate. In a flash, Foxy's hook was ripped out of Dave's Jumpsuit, letting him fall to the ground as Foxy, in a rather unusual fashion, stepped back. The glowing pair of eyes slowly stepped to the side, still looking directly at Dave, before another guttural growl of words escaped the broken jaw.
〖ARRGG MATEY Avast ye, sharkbait... TIME TO WALK THE PLANK.〗 A soothing lullaby song was played as a death march, as the forever grinning face of Freddy glowed brightly as a beacon. How could such a stupid face garter so much fear from him? He could just remember the first day joining the job how he visibly m o c k e d the machine and it's get up. Maybe that's why it's mad-- The thought was interrupted by a single coarse hand wrapping around Dave's thin neck. Oxygen immediately cut off to his brain, forcing Dave into another futile struggle. The glowing face of Freddy smiled endlessly at him, as, just as Foxy, a rusted, rather jovial voice rung out of the animatronic.
『Ɉ-Ɉ-Ɉ ɈᵾSŦ ɌɆMɆMɃɆɌ KƗĐS ɎØᵾ ĦȺVɆ ŦØ ĦɆŁⱣ ŦĦɆ ᵾNFØɌŦᵾNȺŦɆS ƗNŦØ ŦĦɆƗɌ SᵾƗŦS』 Oh, how unfortunate indeed; especially leaving that same unfortunate to only muffle a scream loud enough to echo the halls. But, that same unfortunate had blasted luck, and the echoes of another's voice came through the halls almost as a response to his.
〚"Hey! Where’s the party? Dave!” 〛
"F-FUCK--!" He tried to mutter among fading in and out of consciousness, trying to yell it loud enough for Warin to hear. It was enough to get the machines to look back to where the voice came from. The grip around his neck remained unchanging, but the animatronic's head remained turned. Along with Foxy that stood motionlessly.
Why was Freddy stuck there? A single glance to a clock attached to the wall was the last thing to catch his glance. The wonderful clock stood at 6:01 AM exactly, and the light that illuminated Freddy's face went dim, as the machine slowly shut down. The grip slowly loosening with each passing second. At that point, he wished he could breath a sigh of relief. Once he fell to the ground again, everything went black.
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How difficult could it do one flipping job? Vincent was pretty sure it wasn’t as difficult as these night guards were making it out to be and if there’s one thing he can’t stand it’s laziness.
“So why are there pizza stains on the bird suit again? Because I’d really like to hear this.”
"Oh, I don't know-- The fucking duck may have gotten a bit hungry, so she decided to make herself a snack, you steaming pile of shit." Like with other pleasant interactions he has with his boss, he kept his voice rather calm and cheery, with hints of deadpan. Sure, there were children around, but that wasn't a good enough excuse to deal with this man's shit. Like how the man just assumes that's not the good ol' security guard's blood on the suit, and why Dave had several tissues stuck in his nose. "Oh, or maybe--maybe, just hear me out on this--there's something wrong with the fucking duck, did you think of that?"
"There were... less people last time I've checked."