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@official-shadow-bonnie
Y'all remember the officialverse? Good times
[[nah]]
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*Zizzy pulls Springtrap over to say hello!* Zizzy: Hi there! *Springtrap gives Shadow Bonnie a look of dread.*
He looks startled by the sudden newcomers for a moment, but it quickly fades and he gives a gentle wave to both of them. "Why, hello." He grins
Ima give you a high five! *Hand phases through* Oh... Darn it...
He puts up his hand lazily for the high five; he's unfazed when the other's hand phases through him, it seems like it's happened before.
"Hm. It happens." He shrugged, giving a small smile.
*Pressing his back against the door, Mike hisses in pain as he clutches his side. The adrenaline is wearing off, and the pain from his wound is resurfacing now that he doesn’t have to worry about running from an eight-foot murder rabbit. He takes a deep breath, aaand proceeds to nearly pass out on the floor.*
It seems like there’s another rabbit in town.
A rather tall shadow is nearby, who knows where it came from or what it wants, but somehow, he knew someone was around. Shadow bonnie was soon on the other side of the door, waiting. Everything was silent for a few moments until a few gentle, but loud knocks were heard from the other side of the door.
!! *Michael hesitates for a moment before standing and opening the door just enough to see outside. He’s bleeding heavily from a deep stab wound in his side, and has to hold onto the door for support.* ….?
The looming figure of a rabbit is shown through the small opening of the door, it’s eyes and mouth seem to glow a bright white which leaves a lot of contrast to it’s other features. He tilts his head at Michael curiously, he thought this would be someone else, but he was mistaken. “Oh, why hello there.”
What-… w-who….? *He backs up a small bit upon seeing Bonnie.* Er, y-you’re not.. one of th-them, are you? Th-The nightmares?
He lets out a small chuckle “Oh no no no. I’m not one of those creatures. Im simply just a shadow, Shadow Bonnie preferably- but I can look like one of them if you’d want me to. But Im guessing that wouldn’t be very necessary.”
He crouches down to get to the same level as Michael, trying to seem at least a little less threatening than before. “Say, speaking of the nightmares, did one of them do that to you?” He motions to the wound on his side.
O-Okay, sorry.. Uh, y-yeah, that’s– hah, they’ve been following me around for almost a year now; for some reason they just refuse to leave me alone….
"Hm, well I'm going to take a guess and say you're Michael, that could have something to do with it."
"It wouldn't seem like they'd linger around a single person for that long, but I personally don't know them well enough, so who knows." He clears his throat, feeling as he's rambling a bit too much and decides to just get to the point. "Now, away from the topic of the nightmares for a moment. You seem like you're in a bit of a tough spot here, would you like some help at all?"
*Pressing his back against the door, Mike hisses in pain as he clutches his side. The adrenaline is wearing off, and the pain from his wound is resurfacing now that he doesn’t have to worry about running from an eight-foot murder rabbit. He takes a deep breath, aaand proceeds to nearly pass out on the floor.*
It seems like there’s another rabbit in town.
A rather tall shadow is nearby, who knows where it came from or what it wants, but somehow, he knew someone was around. Shadow bonnie was soon on the other side of the door, waiting. Everything was silent for a few moments until a few gentle, but loud knocks were heard from the other side of the door.
!! *Michael hesitates for a moment before standing and opening the door just enough to see outside. He’s bleeding heavily from a deep stab wound in his side, and has to hold onto the door for support.* ….?
The looming figure of a rabbit is shown through the small opening of the door, it’s eyes and mouth seem to glow a bright white which leaves a lot of contrast to it’s other features. He tilts his head at Michael curiously, he thought this would be someone else, but he was mistaken. “Oh, why hello there.”
What-… w-who….? *He backs up a small bit upon seeing Bonnie.* Er, y-you’re not.. one of th-them, are you? Th-The nightmares?
He lets out a small chuckle "Oh no no no. I'm not one of those creatures. Im simply just a shadow, Shadow Bonnie preferably- but I can look like one of them if you'd want me to. But Im guessing that wouldn't be very necessary."
He crouches down to get to the same level as Michael, trying to seem at least a little less threatening than before. "Say, speaking of the nightmares, did one of them do that to you?" He motions to the wound on his side.
*Pressing his back against the door, Mike hisses in pain as he clutches his side. The adrenaline is wearing off, and the pain from his wound is resurfacing now that he doesn’t have to worry about running from an eight-foot murder rabbit. He takes a deep breath, aaand proceeds to nearly pass out on the floor.*
It seems like there’s another rabbit in town.
A rather tall shadow is nearby, who knows where it came from or what it wants, but somehow, he knew someone was around. Shadow bonnie was soon on the other side of the door, waiting. Everything was silent for a few moments until a few gentle, but loud knocks were heard from the other side of the door.
!! *Michael hesitates for a moment before standing and opening the door just enough to see outside. He’s bleeding heavily from a deep stab wound in his side, and has to hold onto the door for support.* ….?
The looming figure of a rabbit is shown through the small opening of the door, it's eyes and mouth seem to glow a bright white which leaves a lot of contrast to it's other features. He tilts his head at Michael curiously, he thought this would be someone else, but he was mistaken. "Oh, why hello there."
*Pressing his back against the door, Mike hisses in pain as he clutches his side. The adrenaline is wearing off, and the pain from his wound is resurfacing now that he doesn’t have to worry about running from an eight-foot murder rabbit. He takes a deep breath, aaand proceeds to nearly pass out on the floor.*
It seems like there's another rabbit in town.
A rather tall shadow is nearby, who knows where it came from or what it wants, but somehow, he knew someone was around. Shadow bonnie was soon on the other side of the door, waiting. Everything was silent for a few moments until a few gentle, but loud knocks were heard from the other side of the door.
ψ Do they think they deserve punishment for their wrongdoings?
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✘ Have they ever committed a murder? ▼ What is their greatest fear? ✿ Would they ever trust dark or wicked magic? △ Name one thing from their past that they regret. ✂ If they had to choose one weapon to carry forever, what would it be? ☣ Would they kill someone close to them if they had to? ☢ Would they survive an apocalyptic situation? ❣ If someone had the power to bring them back after death, would they want them to? ☠ Do they fear death? ♱ What do they think awaits them after death? ¿ Are they easily frightened? ╳ How would they react to seeing a loved one become possessed? ☹ Name one person they would kill for. ☼ If they had the choice to be immortal with one other person, who would they choose? ☎ How would they react to receiving a phone call from a deceased love one? ★ Do they have a favorite scary movie? Book? Show? ♣ Do they believe the world is made up of good and evil? ♥ Have they ever acting out of heartlessness? ☾ What is their favorite and least favorite thing about the night? ψ Do they think they deserve punishment for their wrongdoings? ϟ Have they ever gotten pleasure from causing others pain? ♚ Do they consider themselves to be evil? ♒ If they could choose how to die, how would they want to go? ™ Are they possessive? ✔ Are they holding a grudge against anyone? ◯ Do they believe in ghosts? ✦ Who is their favorite villain? ☄ While watching a scary movie, are they the one clinging to a friend or being clung to? 웃 Do they believe in aliens?
/A blanket appears around Bonnie's shoulders/ "sorry it can't be more."
He silently thanks the anon for the blanket, it definitely helps when compared to his other option. He moves himself further into the comfort of the blanket and continues to watch the scene play in front of his bright eyes, almost on edge from it.
His ears started to move around in different directions to get the most amount of information that he can out of this, he couldn't remember much, and this is the only chance he gets to remember. He continues to watch, fully immersed in the actions in front of him.
His eyes somehow widened more than they already have. The springlocks went off. He saw himself struggling, begging for help, the constant flow of blood coming from the suit, the screams...
He's watching himself die. Bonnie panicked, the feeling was almost gut wrenching. Without thinking, he tossed the blanket aside and ran towards the other side of the room. He knows he can't save himself, it's already too late, but maybe, hopefully, something will happen. But by the time he got to the other side, everything stopped. Everything disappeared. It was over. It's finally over.
He watched as all the hallucinations stopped around him. He weakly backed up against the wall, everything happened so quickly it was hard to tell what just happened. He needed a moment to get himself together.
((6/6))
Oh damn- h-hey man, I know it's too late for what Will did to you, but is there anything we can do for you now?
He slowly shook his head in a response with hands clutching to his face again. There's no getting out of this as far as he knows. He let out a long, shaky sigh. He had no clue why this affected him so much, and it doesn't help that he doesn't have a solid hold on his emotions. Time seemed to be frozen, all the moments he's experiencing seem to just dig deeper into him in the process, gaining a stronger hold on him for being this vulnerable. He pulled his knees up to himself for some comfort that wouldn't seem to come from anywhere else. It didn't help.
After some time to calm down, things suddenly started back up again, but... it was different. It was like he was seeing things in the third person this time. He saw the scene played out in front of him. Across the room, he saw the suit, William, and himself before all of this. His eyes widened in shock, why is it so suddenly overwhelming? Why is he experiencing this again? He never wanted to experience this again.
The figures in front of him played out most of the process just how he remembered it, about up to him being in the suit. This was somehow worse then experiencing it firsthand in a way. He could almost feel how he did back then, it felt odd and unnatural. This'll end soon, right?
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How’d it happen? Why aren’t you still trapped in a suit like the others?
He started to get angry, and not just at himself. Thinking about it hurt, and adding to that were the continuous and purely scarring hallucinations. His mind was jumbled with the whispers, noises, and the thoughts of the general question. He clawed at his face again due to the amount of things he's experiencing.
He's able to somewhat regain himself again to talk without his little disturbances. "Guess I just wasn't as lucky as the others, huh? I died in that suit. I don't know why I'm not like the others, nor do I even care. Hell, I don't even remember how it happened in the first place, I-" Before he could finish, he saw the looming figure of William staring down at him, looking like he's judging and blaming him for getting himself springlocked in the first place.
He could almost feel the pain now, and it wasn't all just physical feeling. God, did it hurt. His own screams in his head got louder, begging William to get him out. This isn't going to end well.
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Happy Easter from the rabbits!
Maybe this is a silly question, but who was responsible for your ... 'accident?'
His hallucinations still continue, and worse as ever it seems. Everything was the same as it was before except with the inclusion of hearing little whispers coming from seemingly every angle, there's no way to pinpoint them. The voices repeat expectations, regrets, him, and things that could've been done to combat his current condition.
Even though it's all overwhelming still, he answers the question. Usually, he wouldn't openly talk about personal things like this, but seeing as he's in this little predicament, it just comes out instinctively. "William. That bastard." He just about clenches his fists just from the thought of what happened. "He did this. He turned me into this." His emotions seem to be spiraling, mixes of anger, sadness, and almost pure hatred for the man. He quickly decides to not continue with his explanation and instead tries to find a way to stop all of these hallucinations.
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It’s okay bunny-man, it isn’t real.
The noises in his head start to fade over time, so the shadow's able to regain himself a little. It takes him a minute to respond to the anon. "It sure seems like it from what I'm experiencing. It just feels like the past all over again." He's actually shaking a little bit from all of this. He wouldn't admit it, but it scared him.
Even though the noises subsided for the most part, everytime he opens his eyes it seems like there's a pool of blood around him, and he swears that he's seen glimpses of himself in his old springlock suit while looking at his arms or legs. It's gets increasingly difficult to figure out what's real and what's not anymore.
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Whoa, hey buddy- are you OK?
He curls up with his knees tucked to his chest, with hands still clawing at his face. Adding to the sounds of his screams and cries is the sounds of blood dripping, organs being crushed, and the constant sound of piercing metal, which just calls back to his past experiences.
The noises cloud his mind so much that he can barely hear or even give a sense of attention to the anon. The continuous noises are making him paranoid, he doesn't want to experience this again, never again. It feels so real, but he feels no pain
((1/6))
🚫 - the muse hallucinates their worst fear for 6 asks (or a # of the mun's choosing). Gets worse as it continues.
((Oh boy))
The shadow is just sitting on the floor, relaxing. He was enjoying his little quiet moment... before he heard something, it sounded like screaming, but it was familiar. It was his screams.
Hearing his own screams and cries for help from the past without actually audibly making them messed with his head. They were loud and distracting, and he increasingly became frustrated and covered his face with his hands, forcefully using them to put more and more pressure on his head to make the noises stop.