A Smile Makes Everything Better

{{RP/Ask blog for Purple Guy. OC, AU, Cross Over, Multiverse, and Multifandom friendly. This blog is a side blog created by killerxanimatronic.}} This wondrous land of enchantment is truly wonderful isn't it? ..What?...Why do you look so nervous kid? It's just...me, heh.[[ Warning, this blog may contain NSFW for blood, gore, violence, and horror. ]] 

[killerxanimatronic]

Fun Fact

{{ Samson was a mechanic that specialized in robotics, creating the first models for Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie the Bunny, Chica the Chicken, and Foxy the pirate. He was hired by Fredbear’s Family Diner as a mechanic, soon being placed in charge of creating more animatronics for the expanding place. He also made toys and plushies from the spare animatronic parts that he had no other use for, soon being told to make more for the actual diner itself rather than just for home. He kept the actual animatronics he worked on in a shed right behind the house, not having enough room to keep the almost eight foot tall robots in the house. Occasionally his youngest son, Cartar, would sneak into the shed, wanting attention from his father and to get away from his bully of a brother. But he would often become frightened when he saw the unfinished animatronics, the animatronics at this point looking like zombiefied monsters. Though Samson normally didn’t notice he snuck in until he hears him whimpering. }}

[killerxanimatronic]

{{ I’ve been working on this for a couple of days, each time for a couple of hours. I finally got this done…even though it doesn’t have a background to it, but that’s something I’ll worry about later if I feel like putting a back ground in it. I’m actually pretty happy about how this came out, came out allot better than I expected it to to be honest. Anyway, this is Samson{To the left} and Philip{To the right}, my Purple guy and Phone Guy. I never drew Philip before, Samson I drew once on paper before I started drawing him here, but I never drew Philip before and I had a bit of a problem with getting his head shaped how I wanted it to be. But I was finally able to do it and I like that the design that was in my head for Philip actually came out very well. As you can tell, Philip is very tall and pretty slim. I figured I’d draw one of my other guards rather than just Samson again and then this popped into my head. And yes, Samson wears gloved, but none of the other guards do. Also I never drew a walkie talkie before and I think it’s a bit tiny, but oh well. Also these two are best friends, which I will explain later on…when I figure out how to type it out. But, enjoy guys, this took me forever to do but it was worth the effort. }}

[murderousxguard]

NAME: Samson N. Druden NICKNAME(S): Sam, purple guy, purple man, purps, that guy{Fritz when he’s half asleep.} AGE: 25 {1983}, 29 {1987}, 32 {1992} SPECIES: Human

|| PERSONAL ||

MORALITY: lawful / neutral / chaotic ||| good / gray / evil RELIGIOUS BELIEF: Christan SINS: lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE: To make everyone happy and to keep the happiness going LANGUAGES KNOWN: English SECRETS: Knowing what happened to the children, sneaking into the pizzeria when it’s not his shift, messing with the animatronics, fixing the old spring suits {more or less}, how much he smokes, when he started drinking, what happened to his family QUIRKS: tends to be easily angered when talking about certain subjects, can some times be vengeful, tends to mess around with the technology of the animatronics to try to make them better, smokes more when he’s stressed, drinks more when he’s upset, tends to be sarcastic towards those who aren’t his friends, tends to not be too socially talkative preferring to just watch then actually talk, tends to pretend to be happy even when he’s not, tends to become rather sinister when pushed too far. SAVVIES:  Helps out around the pizzeria, helps out those he knows and his friends when they need it, fixes broken electronics, often watches the pizzeria during the night when the night guard who’s supposed to be there isn’t there, very clever, is the one who made Philip realize the whole mask wearing technique, tends to be nice to those who shows respect to him, is one of the best friends one can have, will risk his life to protect those he cares about.

|| PHYSICAL ||

BUILD: slender / scrawny / bony / fit / athletic / herculean / babyfat / pudgy / obese / other HEIGHT: 6ft 2inch WEIGHT: 200pds SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: Scar on his left hand from Foxy’s hook, two scars that go down the bottom of his forearms, has a light scar on the left side of his neck, has a large scar that goes diagonally down from the right side of his chest to the left side of his stomach, has a small scar on the middle of his right calf. ABILITIES/POWERS: Can disable animatronics thanks to the taser he modified himself, knows how to operate the old spring suits, knows which areas to aim for if he wants to kill someone quickly, is quite agile and strong, strong enough to break animatronics apart with a axe, tends to use the old spring Freddy suit, knows how to build and repair animatronics. RESTRICTIONS: Tends to become fearful of the Marionette, can go into a panic mode when he’s put under allot of stress, is a bit psychotic and can sometimes show his darker side to those who upset him, tends to let his temper get the better of him in certain situations.

|| FAVOURITES ||

FAVOURITE FOOD: Pulled pork or Steak FAVOURITE DRINK: Spiced Rum {Or grape soda} FAVOURITE PIZZA TOPPING: Pepperoni FAVOURITE COLOR: Purple FAVOURITE MUSIC GENRE: Music box {Will often say rock though} FAVOURITE BOOK GENRE: Mystery FAVOURITE MOVIE GENRE: Horror FAVOURITE SEASON: Spring or fall FAVOURITE BUTT TYPE: Rounded? FAVOURITE CURSE WORD: Damn or hell FAVOURITE SCENT: Honey FAVOURITE QUOTE:  Remember, a smile makes everything better. ~Philip {Phone Guy}

|| FUN STUFF ||

BOTTOM OR TOP: Top {Hetero} LOUD BURPER OR SOFT BURPER: Loud{Though will try to quiet it in public} SINGS IN THE SHOWER: Yes LIKES BAD PUNS: If he’s in the mood.

WAS TAGGED BY: no one

TAGGING: Any one who wants to do it.

[murderousxguard]

"Ugh! Let me go!" ((just because trapped stuff lol))

The night guard would let out a dark chuckle before he narrowed silver gaze a bit. Samson kept a good hold on the girl’s wrist, his darkened eyes narrowed into a glare before he spoke. “Now…I can’t do that, after all, you’ve seen far more than you should have. I can’t risk someone coming along and ruining everyone else’s good time by speaking about this place’s dark secrets.”

He said this before tightening the grip around her wrist, making sure not to let the girl slip through his gloved grasp. “You should have been more careful…” He says this in a low tone, his darkened, silver gaze, fixed into a sharp glare.

[kii-nam]

Reblog if your Muse has a kill count of 5+

[killerxanimatronic]

Some monsters are create by fear and pain…

but others…

are created by misery and hatred.

[murderousxguard]

I'm afraid to RP with you

{{ Why? There’s no need to be scared. I’m a friendly person trust me. }}

[murderousxguard]

"What's your fucking problem, Vincent!? I mean..look at yourself! You're a killer! You're pathetic! A sadistic, cowardly fucker! I hope you rot in hell!" SHouted Kota. "I hope you die like how you killed those children! I'll do it myself if noboy else will! You hide, all the fucking time! Face your fears! I know what scares you most!" (All of this is going to Vincent of course, not towards mod)

Samson would sharpen his gaze towards the deer, his jaw tightening with the anger that was beginning to boil inside of him. He listened to his rant, his gaze darkening slowly with every second he does so. Who the hell did this deer think he was? Did he honestly even think this through? Clearly not. He rolled his shoulders back before he suddenly grabbed the deer by his throat, baring his teeth as a low growl slipped through his breath. “I’m sorry…I don’t think I heard you right.“ Every word he spoke was laced with a coat of venom, his expression was purely of anger and it was obvious that he was having trouble controlling himself. This becomes more obvious when he begins to tighten his grip around the deer’s throat, his silver irises seeming to become highlighted by his darken, deep grey eye balls. “By the way….the name’s Samson.”

{{ I would be wondering what I did if this was directed towards me. o.o But I figured it wasn’t. }}

[multifandomnerdtrash]

(Pretend I meant Samson)

“..Hmmph…Y-You’re gonna kill me, aren’t ya? Heh…I don’t think you had the balls to kill someone that has been your friend since, god knows how long..Hmm. W-Well..” He choked, and gagged. “..Do it. Kill me. But be sure that you can kill me before I can…” He grinned, staring into his eyes. “You’re scared…I can tell…” He was reaching behind his back.

[murderousxguard]

“I didn’t think you had the balls to speak to someone who doesn’t even know your sorry self. You don’t have any right to judge me, you don’t have any right to talk down to me. You have no idea what I’ve been through...if you had even the slightest clue, you wouldn’t be talking as if your some sort of sinless SAINT.” A growl would leave his breath as he threw the deer to the wall, hard, his right eye twitching. The security guard would rub the right side of his face as he glared towards the deer with pure and utter hatred.

“I don’t care who you are, no one talks to me like that. NO ONE.”

He reaches for a pouch on his belt, opening it up and pulling out a chef’s butcher knife.

“Perhaps I’ll make some decent venison from you. Since you seem so determined to threaten me and piss me off.”

[murderousxguard]

"You're a maniac. You're the one behind all the murders. I know it. Who else would have done it? Besides, you're usually the last one to leave." (Sorry if this is a second send, I didn't know if my first went in because when I sent it, it didn't say the message was sent)

The security guard would narrow his silver gaze towards the fox, raising a single brow before he lets out a snort. “Really now? How do you know it was even me, hmm? Because I leave later than the others? Please. For all you know some maniac could have snuck in here and killed those little brats. …Not like there’s actually been…deaths here…heh. I mean…if there were…I wouldn’t know anything about it.” He would say this before taking a single step from the fox and crossing his arms. His tone would almost increase suspicion at first, but he immediately changed it to a more…calm tone.

{{ It’s good that you sent it twice, I didn’t see it the first time at all.  }}

[multifandomnerdtrash]

“Oh, I know it too, Vincent.” (If your version of Purple guy’s name is that) said Kota, who was behind him. A guard, too, but usually for daylight. “There are cameras, in a lot of places. I was there the night you killed those children…I’m surprised I haven’t called the police yet…I’d like a explanation of why you did..they…” He sighed heavily. “Didn’t deserve to be killed…but I will be calling the police.” He said in a angered and stern tone. Despite how high his voice kind of was, he meant it.

[murderousxguard]

Samson would look behind him, towards the deer before he narrowed his gaze. He saw what happened? But how? He was certain he was careful enough to make sure that it was just him and his victims. Perhaps the deer was just trying to fool him to admitting it? ...Maybe. But he didn’t like the idea of someone calling the cops, after all it wouldn’t be good for him...or for this company. And this place has been going through enough without this deer calling the police.

So he walked towards the deer, his silver gaze quickly sharpening as he lowered his hands, lifting his head up just a little before he spoke. “Really now? ...You’re really going to call the police on something you think happened? ...Heh. You know...I know about the cameras everywhere...I’d have to be stupid not to realize that they were there. I can assure you that there are no videos of that...event. I can also assure you that if you try to call the police, it’ll be the last thing you’ll ever try to do.” He lowered his head to Kota’s eye level, his eyes seeming to darken ever so slightly. “I won’t let you ruin everyone’s good time here.”

[murderousxguard]

"What's your fucking problem, Vincent!? I mean..look at yourself! You're a killer! You're pathetic! A sadistic, cowardly fucker! I hope you rot in hell!" SHouted Kota. "I hope you die like how you killed those children! I'll do it myself if noboy else will! You hide, all the fucking time! Face your fears! I know what scares you most!" (All of this is going to Vincent of course, not towards mod)

Samson would sharpen his gaze towards the deer, his jaw tightening with the anger that was beginning to boil inside of him. He listened to his rant, his gaze darkening slowly with every second he does so. Who the hell did this deer think he was? Did he honestly even think this through? Clearly not. He rolled his shoulders back before he suddenly grabbed the deer by his throat, baring his teeth as a low growl slipped through his breath. “I’m sorry…I don’t think I heard you right.“ Every word he spoke was laced with a coat of venom, his expression was purely of anger and it was obvious that he was having trouble controlling himself. This becomes more obvious when he begins to tighten his grip around the deer’s throat, his silver irises seeming to become highlighted by his darken, deep grey eye balls. “By the way….the name’s Samson.”

{{ I would be wondering what I did if this was directed towards me. o.o But I figured it wasn’t. }}

[justanotherrpmeme]

bold which habits your muse has

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back or their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

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[killerxanimatronic]

“I wouldn’t dream of killing you dear….but that doesn’t mean I won’t hurt you. Heh.” 

{{ I felt like drawing Samson again, this time I drew him before he became a spirit. I even made a gif, I couldn’t make the gif faster without making the animation go too fast. So it’s a bit…slower…than I expect but eh. Anyway, enjoy guys. }}

[inboxideas]

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