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@mcltenfuntime
MONKEY SEE, MONKEY KILL
(( DISCLAIMER: Dark and triggering themes ahead. You’ve been warned. ))
- Roleplay blog for Murder Monkey/s from the indie Pac-Man inspired horror game: Dark Deception -
- Est. July 8, 2019 -
- Semi-selective, Canon characters, OC’s, Crossovers allowed -
Reblog/like to spread the word and for me to check you out. Thanks! I’ll love you if you decide to make another DD blog and get a lil’ DD RPC going here kthanks.
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“ Spwingtwap Spwingtwap Spwingtwap Spwingtwap Spwingtwap Spwingtwap Spwingtwap Spwingtwap Spwingtwap Spwingtwap Spwingtwap Spwingtwap Spwingtwap Spwingtwap Spwingtwap“
A pause.
“ Spwingtwap Spwingtwap Spwingtwap Spwingtwap Spwingtwap Spwingtwap Spwingtwap Spwingtwap Spwingtwap Spwingtwap Spwingtwap Spwingtwap Spwingtwap Spwingtwap Spwingtwap “
But he continued, now clapping his hands repeatedly and loudly like a cymbal-banging monkey toy.
mcltenfuntime:
accessorize!
slAPS YOU WITH HIS SNAKEY WIREY HAND. HAHAHAHAHAHA. YOU ARE SPAGHETTI NOW, DUMB LITTLE YELLOW DUCKLING.
“Quack. Quack. Q-q-qU-Quack. QUACKQUACKQUACKQUACKQUACK!”
‘ I’M A C-C-CHICKEN!!!!!! ’ she screams right back.
“QUACKITY QUACKITY QUACKITY QUACKITY QUACK QUACK...”
“AAAAAA-QUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!”
"Look, if you had MOLTEN spaghetti,
Would you capture it or just let it slip?
Yo
His palms spaghetti, knees weak, arms spaghetti There's vomit on his sweater spaghetti, MOLTEN spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks MOLTEN spaghetti to drop bombs, But he keeps on spaghetti what he wrote down, The whole crowd goes spaghetti He opens his mouth, but spaghetti won't come out He's choking how, everybody's joking now spaghetti run out, time's up, over, bloah! Snap back to spaghetti, Oh there goes spaghetti Oh, there goes spaghetti, bloah He's so mad, but he won't give up spaghetti, no. He won't have it, he knows he keeps on forgetting that MOLTEN spaghetti's dope He knows that but he's broke He's so stagnant, he knows When he goes back to his MOLTEN spaghetti, that's when it's Back to the lab again, yo This MOLTEN spaghetti He better go capture spaghetti and hope it don't pass him You better lose yourself in MOLTEN spaghetti, it's ready you better never let it go(go) You only get one spaghetti, do not miss your chance to blow cause spaghetti comes once in a lifetime yo You better lose yourself in MOLTEN spaghetti, it's ready you better never let it go(go) You only get one spaghetti, do not miss your chance to blow cause spaghetti comes once in a lifetime yo (You better) The soul's escaping, through this hole that is gaping MOLTEN spaghetti's mine for the taking Make me spaghetti, as we move toward a new world order A normal sweater is boring, but MOLTEN spaghetti's close to post mortem It only grows harder, spaghetti grows hotter He vomits all over. spaghetti's all on him Coast to coast shows, he blows his own daughter He only grows harder, only grows hotter He goes home and barely knows his own M-M-OLTEN spaghetti there's vomit on his MMM-MO-MOLTEN spaghetti His hoes don't want him no more, he's cold spaghetti They moved on to the next schmoe who flows man he knows his palms are sweaty ope hes calm and ready ope and unfolds I suppose it's MOLTeN spaghetti chewed up and spit out he's chokin now You better lose yourself in mOltEn spaghetti, it's ready you better never let it go(go) You only get one spaghetti, do not miss your chance to blow cause spaghetti comes once in a lifetime yo You better lose yourself in mmOLTEN spaghetti, it's ready you better never let it go(go) You only get one spaghetti, do not miss your chance to blow cause spaghetti comes once in a lifetime yo (You better) No more games, I'ma change what you call spaghetti Tear this motherfucking roof off like two MMMOltttEN spaghettis I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed spaghetti chewed up and spit out and there's vomit on his sweater But I kept chewin and stepped right into the next cypher Hold your nose cause here goes the damn diaper All the vomit inside amplified by the fact That I keep on forgetting to make spaghetti And I can't provide the right type of spaghetti for my family Cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy spaghetti And it's no movie, there's no MOlttteNNNN spaghetti, this is my life And these palms are so MOLTen, and i'm so hard My seed's escaping through this hole that is gaping caught up between being a father and a prima donna Baby vomit's on his sweater already MOLTen spaghetti he's nervous bloah another day of monotony Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a mom I've got to formulate spaghetti or I end up in jail or shot spaghetti is my only motherfucking option, vomit's not MOLttEN, I love you, but this vomit's got to go ope ope, led de dome de dome led de dome de dome So here I go it's my shot. this may be the only MOLTe-te-ten spaghetti that I got You better lose yourself in MOLTen-n-n spaghetti, it's ready you better never let it go(go) You only get one spaghetti, do not miss your chance to blow cause spaghetti comes once in a lifetime yo You better lose yourself in MOL-MOL-M0LT3N spaghetti, it's ready you better never let it go(go) You only get one spaghetti, do not miss your chance to blow cause spaghetti comes once in a lifetime yo (You better) M0LLLLLLLLtttEEEEEEEN Spaghetti You can do anything man”
stares you dead in the eye then slaps pizza on her cheek.
accessorize!
slAPS YOU WITH HIS SNAKEY WIREY HAND. HAHAHAHAHAHA. YOU ARE SPAGHETTI NOW, DUMB LITTLE YELLOW DUCKLING.
“Quack. Quack. Q-q-qU-Quack. QUACKQUACKQUACKQUACKQUACK!”
plACES SPAGHETTI WIRES ALL OVER HIM. The mangled bear then pats him on the head, leaning closer, worn-down face plates shuffling all around. "Shhhhh-shhhhhh, i-i-iT's okay. D-d-d-don't let th-th-e-e-e-e-THE Italians bother ya. They ain't gonna TOUCHA YOUR SPAGHETTE!!!!11!"
╰ ☆ ╮ — “ SEE THIS BEAR ? I’D DIE FOR HIM ! ”
“ Someone kill me again, now. ”
“OH. O-OOO-ooo-OK.”
REACHES OUT WITH HIS STINKY SPAGHETTI WIRE HAND IN AN ATTEMPT TO RIP THE FUNNY GOLDEN BUNNY WABBIT’S FACE OFF
@vr-rabbit
“OwO. HEEEYYOOOO, MR. GOLDEN BUNNY WABBIT! MR CRE-eeee-ATOR!”
“CAN YOU TEACH ME HOW TO LURE KIDDIES AND GIVE ‘EM LOTS’A SURPRISES, PWETTY PWEE-E-E-E-E-aaaaaaa-SE?!”
Uh-Oh, Boss Baby ANGWY:
❝ oh , look at what ’ s happened to you . ❞ a metal hand extends before her knuckles tighten , forming a fist – feigning anger .
she knew this would be how it ends . such a poor and gullible thing , met with such a likely demise . he ‘ s just a child inside , maybe even a puppy . so loyal and kind , she could not return genuine words .
❝ i ‘ ll put you back together . ❞
Surprising. Was an understatement for him when she suddenly appeared, the amalgamation took a step back, but found only the cold embrace of the alley’s wall supporting him from behind. Oh no, there was no way out. no way out of this predicament with his former boss. Even worse. She seemed to be angry, judging by her other non--claw hand forming a tight fist.
His lanky, tall posture now hunched over, rusty wires were bent because of the action, then some were even clawing at the wall behind him, looking for an escape. But alas, with clumsy makeshift fingers intertwining against each other, he’s forced to face the WRATH of this new... terrifying Lobster Baby all by his lonesome. Oh boy, he was hoping Funtime Foxy and Ballora could wake up right about now.
“KI-iiiiiii-HAHAhaaaaaaaaaH...” his laughing was too superficial, even he realized it was idiotic of him to try laughing this situation off. “BWOSS~! I-I-I’M SO- WE’RE ALL SO HAPPY T’SEE YA!”
Foxy, Ballora. H E L P.
“i’m s-s-s-s-SO SORRY FOR BEING A BIG MEANIE TOO AT THAT TIME, ‘KAY? N-N-N-N-NO HARD FEE-eeeeeeeeee-LINGS RIGHT?! WE’RE STILL ALL BWEST FWIENDS AT THE END, RI-I-I-I-RIGHT?!”
I’ll put you back together. Oh no, not Baby’s cryptic lines. She’s so smart compared to him, he idolizes her because of that. But what does she mean by that again, could it be that she’s actually saying the opposite of what that phrase entails - SHE IS GOING TO TAKE HIM APART!
“no no NO NO NO! PWEASE, BOSSY! NO! DON’T TAKE ME APART WITH YOUR GIANT LOBSTER CLAW, PLEASE BAYBEH! I’VE BEEN A GOOD BIG, BIG BE-be-be-BEAR-AR!!! I’VE BEEN A GOOD BIG, BIG NOO-OOOOOOOO-DLE WHILE YOU’RE GONE!!!!!” Shrieked the messy automaton, made-up hands of wires held up defensively in front of him, trying to futilely bock his boss’s approach.
“Suprise bitch” “Bet you thought you’d seen the last of me”
OVERLY-EXAGGERATED GASP
“LIFE-SIZED, HUGGABLE-SIiiiiiiiiiiiIZED BAWHN BAWHN! BAWHN BAWHN! BAWHN BAWHN! BAWHN BAWHN! BAWHN BAWHN! BAWHN BAWHN! BAWHN BAWHN! BAWHN BAWHN! BAWHN BAWHN! BAWHN BAWHN! BAWHN BAWHN! BAWHN BAWHN! BAWHN BAWHN! BAWHN BAWHN! BAWHN BAWHN! BAWHN BAWHN! BAWHN BAWHN! BAWHN BAWHN! BAWHN BAWHN! BAWHN BAWHN! BAWHN BAWHN! BAWHN BAWHN! BAWHN BAWHN! BAWHN BAWHN! BAWHN BAWHN! BAWHN BAWHN!-”
Yo̡ư ̕t͟hoųg̷ht y̛ou͢ saw͢ ̷thè last of m͠e҉, d͝ìd̨n'͝t yo͜u̢?͡ H̷ave͡n’t y͠o͜u̵ ҉l̨e͘a̸rne̶d͞?͘
I҉̷̝͈͕̯̹̗͇̪̠ ҉͈̰̯͍̻̝̭͇̯͝A̧̡͏̘͎͔͕̗͈͎L͔͔̪͇͉̭͖W̷̱̕A̵̸̪̹Y̵̢̯̲̤S̖̜̼͓̲̺͞ ̸͓̳̬̦̕C̞̺̜̯̲̘͡͡O̜͈̰͎̣͈M̢̞͉̣̫̳̭È̡̞̻̳̰̬̹̟ ̕͏̣͔̦͇͠B̥̲̬A̛̛̦̗̱̦̭͍̳C̵͓͔̕Ḳ̴̻͉̻̟̪̺̤.̵͉̬̺̟̭̩̗͇
“C-CO-COME BAAAACCKK F-FO-FO-FOR WHAAAAAA-AAAAA-WHAAT?”
“HEEEEEY, MR. AFFTOOO-oooo-OONN! H-H-HOW COME BAYBEH GEeeeeeTS TO HAVE ROLLER SKATES FOR FEEeeeeeeeT?! WHY CAN’T I-I HAVE ROLLER SKATES FOR FEET?!”
This thing was possibly the most horrifying thing he'd ever seen in his life. It didn't even look like an animatronic anymore anymore, it had been reduced to nothing but a mass of writhing wires. Toy Bonnie had screamed in terror upon finding the severely damaged animatronic, having been largely unprepared to find something like this behind the pizzeria.
@rockstar-rabbit
Oh, believe me.
He’s even more horrifying when the thing moves, I bet.
The alley was dark, damp and have piles of garbage everywhere, the trash cans actually weren’t seemed to be used due to how pristine it looks compare to the other unsightly things lurking at the alleyway. Torn fazbear management papers, wanted or missing children posters and strange drawings of what looks to be clowns (of all things) were hung on the wall, somehow making the atmosphere even more terrifying.
The bulb above the mangled animatronic’s head, which is the only thing keeping it visible from the darkness around them, was flickering on and off. The dread of it moving when it flickered off… must be a bad thing to be Toy Bonnie right about now.
And it sure did. After the light flickered on, its disfigured head was now slightly tilted to the side. Left eye was still a hole of darkness, as his right eye was still covered with wires, shudder. The light then flickers back off. The sounds of metal being dragged on the floor now ringing in Toy Bonnie’s ears. The bulb turned finally turned back on, what seems like hours for the bunny was actually just quick few seconds. Molten Freddy likes this thought.
The thing moved. From its spot.
Suddenly, Toy Bonnie was off the ground, hands that were hastily made out of wires were entangling his body.
“GGGAAAYAAHAHAHAHHA-HIYAAAA-HAHiiiiiiiyAyHaaAAAAaaaaAAAA!!!” Cackled by the one who suddenly gave the plastic bunny the ‘hug’ of his life, hoisting the other automaton with great ease!
What’s this… thing gonna do now that he’s at their mercy?!
Continued from: [X]
@plcyingpretend
“I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I’M FEELIN’ TOO LONELY BAYBEEHH, I CAN’T- I DON’T KNOW WHA-aaaaa-AAAT TO DO AN-AN-AN-ANYMORE! DEY’VE BEEN SLEEPING FOR A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A LO-ooooooooooo-NG TIME NOW! I CAN’T-” Screeched the mangled mess of an automaton, giving his all to shout that one sentence without giving any signs of him roaring to life first, seems that he’s utterly broken enough to not care about his former boss’s composure - his shrill voice must have startled her so much, or just serve as an annoyance because of how long Baby has to put up with that voice of his. But there might be a possibility of her missing his wacky, outlandish voice. Key word here being might.
Baby was the brains. Funtime Freddy was the brawn. The puppeteer was always eager and glad to help in whatever Baby was scheming. The bear was loyal to his boss so much, that he comes off as a massive doormat - a vicious massive doormat of an attack dog (or bear) to her. Though sometimes she can be a bit too mysterious about what she wants, he does everything he can to please her. He’s almost like her second-in-command, sometimes, with how much he sticks by her side when the gang’s together for plotting. He has some sort of weird loyalty to her; probably because of his programming. Mr. Afton does want to become better than his co-worker, what better way to symbolize this than to take his co-worker’s main star and program it into be obedient to HIS establishment’s main star, his daughter Circus Baby.
The one time he listened to the others instead of his boss, well…
Look at him now to see how it turned out for him.
The amalgam slowly positioned his head upright, until a flash of sinister orange light glimmered from his empty left eye socket. He stared back, but with a loud and slight ear-cracking whirring noise, he jolted his decrepit bear mask down. His single, barely working eye gazing at the mess of trash heap that he became. “RE-REALLY? BEST FRIENDS, BOSSY? THE BESTEST OF FWIENDS? LIKE… SUPA-aaaa-H-OMEGA-HORR-horr-horr-IFIC-AMAZING-ULTRA BEST FWIENDS LIKE THE DAYS BEFORE?”
“I’M SORRY IF WE’RE BIG MEANIES BECAUSE YOU WERE BEING A BIG MEANIE, TOO! I REALLY AM!”
Being in the fandom since the first game be like
girlfriend material
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fallasea:
SOOOO……….. LIKE.
I am ENTHUSIASTICALLY wanting to write with you but I am SLOW.
I AM RIDICULOUSLY HAPPY TO GET OOC MESSAGES BUT I AM SLOW.
HOLY SHIT LIKE I ALWAYS FUCKING WEEP WITH UTTER FUCKING JOY WHEN I GET ASK IC BUT I AM S LOW.
LIKE I AM GENERALLY VERY SLOW BUT I APPRECIATE MY MUTUALS.
I AM SUPER RIDICULOUSLY SLOW BUT I REALLY want to LIKE CULTIVATE OUR MUSES RELATIONSHIP 100000% OKAY?
I’M JUST
SO SLOW
AND I AM GRATEFUL FOR THOSE WHO WAIT
AND YES WE CAN BE SLOW TOGETHER.
REBLOG THIS IF YOUR MUSE IS A CHARACTER FROM A HORROR GAME/MOVIE/STORY!
OR if you play as an OC built for horror specific scenarios!
I’m looking for more people to follow and interact with as Bormot.
~ will follow from @the-naughty-list (my Krampus RP blog)
