NOT HERE ALL NIGHT.

Hello, hello? Well, if you’re hearing this, chances are you’ve made a very poor career choice. (indie rp blog for phone guy from fnaf; est 6/28/19. follows back from otherworldlymuses.)

[phoneguyisphone]

williamafton‌:

          “You haven’t slept in three days.” It’s less of a question and more of a statement; you can tell by looking at him that he’s clearly not lying. Does he really do this so often? Have you somehow simply never noticed before now? That does seem like something you would do, since you don’t tend to pay much attention to employees unless you’re afraid they’re going to try going to the police or something along those lines. You kind of wish night guards would stop going “missing” so often, though. You prefer to kill kids, or at least adults who have maintained child-like qualities. Night guards don’t really do it for you, and having to clean up after your trigger-happy (springlock-happy?) children isn’t always as fun as it sounds.

          “Isn’t there anyone else to take your shift? Has everyone quit or die–isappeared?” Quit or died? Holy crap. Perhaps you’re the one that hasn’t slept in days. A slip like that… is nothing out of the ordinary, but still. You should be more on top of things than this. Perhaps his exhaustion is rubbing off on you? Ugh. Yes. It must be his fault. 

         “Good lord,” you sign, resigned to this fate. You’re certainly not going to take over for him, even though doing so would present absolutely no danger to you. There are more important things to take care of at the moment. Like going home and feeding your rabbits on time. That is an extremely important responsibility. Vastly more important than making sure some insomniac human doesn’t die. “Just remember that the animatronics need you to keep them safe. You won’t let them down, will you?” 

[Philip gulped as his superior parroted his claim that he hadn’t slept in three days; in the moment, that information had slipped out as though it was nothing out of the ordinary, but hearing those words repeated back to him revealed how abnormal it must’ve sounded. His hand nervously went to adjust his collar -- right, most people didn’t narrowly avoid rest at all costs for over seventy-two hours. Granted, he was an insomniac who’d experienced some rather haunting things in the past three days, incidents that reawakened certain traumatic memories from his years with the company. Could he really be blamed for his inability to sleep, or his avoidance of it altogether? Okay, yes. He could. But forcing himself to get some rest, despite the nightmares, sounded even more unpleasant than pushing himself through a shift with zero hours of sleep -- he could handle that. Heck, he already had.]

[Sunken eyes widened at William’s blunder, however; he was profoundly exhausted, so it took a few moments for it to register in his mind, but he wasn’t completely ignorant. Besides, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what happened to all of the previous guards who’d “disappeared” over the years -- although it’d taken him years, up until the time he started working the night shift himself, to do so. That being said, it was incredibly disquieting to hear a superior acknowledge it, even if he immediately strained to correct himself afterwards...being the coward he was, though, he otherwise pretended that he hadn’t noticed.]

-- ❝ Well...I-I don’t think so, sir... ❞ [Truth be told, Philip was somewhat grateful for that -- he didn’t want to pass his duties onto another poor soul, not after discovering for himself how horrific the night shift was. It was entirely understandable that he was the only current employee, and frankly, he was somewhat determined to keep it that way...though, hopefully, his boss wouldn’t catch onto that.] ❝ This job is sort of...erm...unnerving, after all. I-I don’t think I’d blame anyone for quitting, y’know? Besides, um -- there’s...nothing we can do about the ones who’ve...you know. ❞

[His expression grew downtrodden, finally matching his inner turmoil, when William signed, evidently showing how little faith he had in his own employee -- that...really stung. Just when he was about to succumb to a massive bout of self-loathing, though, his superior finally added that the animatronics “needed” him. By now, after working the night shift for this long, he should’ve recognized that as a blatant, heinous lie; instead, still caught up in his nostalgia and his desperate need to believe that the animatronics were friendly, lovable mascots, he took those words at face value. A weary, yet resolved smile worked its way onto his features, and he did his best to assure his boss.]

❝ R-Right! Don’t worry, s-sir, I’m...perfectly capable; the animatronics are in safe hands. I-I won’t let them down. ❞ [Of that, he could be certain. After all, even if he “die-isappeared,” the animatronics would still be satisfied...wouldn’t they?]

[phoneguyisphone]

flashlightfxghter‌:

    The kid shifted as he stayed where he was, not moving or pacing as most children tend to do– he was exercising his will and patience right now, actually, knowing his mother ( or aunt, but he doesn’t want the other to be freaked out by her being… who she was ) coming back seemed to pick up his mood, what could he say– he loved his family. He gives the plush a squeeze, it was less so that he had to wait for them– he was a surprisingly independent boy for his small age, he’s mostly the one who wanders away from them, and he can take care of himself regardless– he was a big kid! He knew what he was doing for the most part, but it was true that he stayed near the Prize Corner most of the time– his aunt tends to freak out slightly when he’s gone for too long ( especially since his mother puts his care in her hands ).

    Red light green light, the waiting game– you name it, Atlas has done it, he waited, he planned, he struck, a strategist was he, but he’d never say these things out loud– he was no bragger, after all, though his friends seem to admit his thinking is what helps them in the situation with the nightmares ( wait, listen, close the doors when they’re there– search the bed to make sure the little ones weren’t multiplying ), it was somewhat instinct at this rate, but he doesn’t speak of it, he avoids the subject when he absolutely can, and tends to change the topic, or lie– though he really hates lying. Still.. this was their secret, one he needed to keep under lock and key, the last thing he wanted to have was some chaos with adults over nightmares with terrifying monsters that hunted you down every night ( his aunt would grill him once she realised– and his mother ).

    A little smile comes to his face as he sat down, shifting the plush in his arms as he chuckled a bit, it was the polite thing to do– to invite others to stick around, and it meant more fun, instead of just being bored for a few hours and wandering around ( and potential danger, like the trouble magnet the five year old was ), not like he’d mention that, oops– it was better to stay in one place for now, though! After all, it kept him grounded and stops the daydreams from shifting off into nightmares he couldn’t really snap out of during the day ( is that what ‘being tired’ is called? ). He swayed a little in his seat as he clung to his toy, not speaking another word for a moment as he watched him– he was curious, he couldn’t really help it at all, in all fairness, it’s often what got him in trouble sometimes, oops.

    He gave a nod, smiling a bit, ❝ That’s a nice name. ❞ He chimed, moving his hand away from his plush to shake his hand, ❝ It’s nice to meet you! ❞ He added softly, before pausing to think about the question he had asked next, ❝ Well– it’s like… red-light-green-like, or some sorta hide and seek. ❞ He started off, ❝ A– a com-bi-na-tion of the two, our seeker hunts for us, but we can drive 'em away with certain gimmicks. ❞ He makes a vague motion, ❝ Like– if a door’s in the way, we can close it to make them go away, it’s fun, because nothing bad happens– the seeker wins when they get us, and the hiders win after a time limit hits zero! ❞ He stated, and leaned on his plush slightly, ❝ We made it up ourselves. ❞ A lie, for the most part– the nightmares were the true inventors of the game, but the group had used it as practice for the nights.

[Thankfully, Atlas continued to smile and even giggle to himself a little once he was given a bit of company; it warmed his heart to think that he could brighten his day in the slightest, even if it was to provide him with a guardian while his mother and aunt were away. He was the protective sort -- he couldn’t help it, not after all he’d heard about on-duty. They might just be rumors, and he was told not to give credence to them, but...he didn’t like to take risks. Besides, beyond the potential danger of leaving a kid alone, he wanted to make every kid’s experience at Freddy’s a positive and special one! Granted, Atlas must have been a frequent visitor if his mother worked here, but...the point remained. Maybe he could do something to make this particular occasion more cheery than usual.]

-- ❝ O-Oh -- um, thank you! For what it’s worth, I-I think you have a nice name, too. ❞ [This time around, Philip was the one to chuckle to himself; he couldn’t remember the last time he’d heard a compliment regarding his name ( not to mention that he was slightly embarrassed over it ), but it was incredibly sweet. He did genuinely appreciate it, though -- and, of course, he did think Atlas’ name was interesting, too. He wasn’t entirely certain whether this was a hunch based on any realistic ground, but the name “Atlas” had its origins in mythology, right? Naming your child after a character in mythology...now, that was cool.]

[Regardless, he listened intently as Atlas described his elaborate game; it apparently resembled red-light, green-light, as well as hide-and-seek. Philip’s grin widened a teensy bit when the boy struggled to pronounce combination -- not finding humor at the boy’s expense, just finding it adorable, though he also felt a vicarious sense of pride through his effort and eventual success. However, the rest of the details about the game were somewhat...alarming. He didn’t allow his positive demeanor to fade, for the boy’s sake, but it -- it reminded him, ever so slightly, of how the night shift worked ( the “seekers” being the animatronics, and the “hiders” being the night guards ). He would know...he’d needed to record the instructions for the guards. But that was impossible, he reminded himself -- this was just a kid, and there was no way he’d be able to recognize inside information like that. He’d even mentioned that he and his friends made it up themselves. You’re just being paranoid!]

❝ I -- I see! That sounds...really interesting, actually! Say, are there any other gimmicks you can use, like...like flashlights? I-I -- might’ve heard of something like this before. ❞ [Gosh, why was he asking? What would he say if Atlas asked where he’d heard of this game before? Could he get away with being vague? He could’ve lied to the poor kid and told him that he had an idea for a new mechanic they could add to the game or something, but that wouldn’t feel right.] ❝ I think it’s really neat that you came up with something that complex all by yourselves, th-though! ❞

[lumenlune-a-deactivated20200802]

@otherworldlymuses liked for a starter which i’m gonna write for @phoneguyisphone since i don’t think we have anything going with them right now–

          “You look a mess,” you observe rather bluntly. This boy looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks. You suppose it doesn’t matter as long as he at least gives the appearance of doing his job, but gosh… “Are you going to be able to stay awake? We won’t be held responsible for anything that might happen to you if you fall asleep here.”

[phoneguyisphone]

-- ❝ Oh...I-I do? ❞

[Ouch -- William certainly didn’t mince words, but he did...have a point. Philip had enough difficulty falling asleep before taking on the night shift, but now that he was struggling to fulfill his duties on top of facing a number of newfound anxieties that haunted him, even during the day...it was almost impossible to rest peacefully. Even when he did manage to pass out, he was plagued by nightmares, and...well, it was rough, to say the least.]

[Of course, Philip couldn’t quite complain about that to a higher-up, right? He winced when his superior expressed concern for his sake, inquiring about whether he’d be able to stay awake for his shift -- sure, he’d be able to, right? Not as though he could really bring himself to doze off, anyway, let alone STAY asleep. He’d be fine! Besides, he...he’d recorded messages for the next night guard himself. He was well-aware of the future lack of legal repercussions for the company, should they be faced with yet another guard’s “disappearance.”]

❝ Uh -- sure! I-I’ll be fine, sir. N-Not sleeping for the third day in a row is...n-nothing new, no siree. Besides, I-I -- I know what’ll happen if I slip up, a-and that the company’s free from liability. H-Heck, I, um...I was the one who had to read the disclaimer... ❞

[phoneguyisphone]

grcveycrdshift‌:

   The boy was always a smidgen curious when it came to the incidents back in ‘87, he was only told surface details– never anything further ( he was a kid back then, after all, how could someone tell him ). He was oblivious to most of it– but that didn’t mean he was content without knowing, he wanted to find out, he wanted to know, though he didn’t say this up-front, he moved his jaw from side to side slightly, a habit for thinking ( it irritated his mother, but he couldn’t help it ), he doesn’t speak for a moment, lost in his own thoughts himself– scattered about and trying to piece themselves together in an attempt to make connections and the like, not like he was getting anywhere, anyways.

   He himself had always wondered why the robots were so much more alive at night than in the day ( fluid movements compared to jerks and the screeches of metal ), he didn’t really want to think of them as possessed– it makes his heart hurt at the idea, in a sense, after all.. one of them might be someone he knew very well– and if he was there, in one of them.. how come he was trying to kill him? Mike’s eyebrows furrow a little in thought as he sat there, whys and hows swirling in his head before he batted them away mentally– what could he do in this situation… this was something the teen wasn’t sure of, but he was interested to find out regardless, there had to be some reason as to why they were doing what they were doing…

   He gave another smile at his reaction to the agreement, the pros far out-weighed the cons of this, considering the circumstances of how things were around here, it’d be wise to form a team with this stuff ( a shoulder to lean on would be good if his train of thought regarding him was right ), safety in numbers, and with this Mike thinks the two can share any information they find– better to work together than separately on this, anyways.. his smile widened when a grin comes to the other’s face– things seemed to be looking up, which was great!

   ❝ Mmhm–! I agree there. ❞ He spoke, a little smile on his face as his attention shifts back to his arm, it was better than he could ever really do– he wasn’t much trained in medical abilities ( though, now that he thought about it, he wouldn’t need much training for it considering he worked nightshift, where there’s just him, though.. it would have been nice to have, maybe he could learn a few things from the other ), he doesn’t move his arm, but he flexes his fingers– wiggling them quickly and curling them with a small smile, he seemed happy with the result, though Mike seemed happy with most results, really– not like he’d mention that.

   ❝ Thanks. ❞ He breathed, he tilted his head slightly as he watched the man’s expression shift– seeing him replace his supplies– he noticed the tension for the moment, his curiosity peaking before he asked the question– Mike goes quiet, his eyes falling to the floor as he thought about what he could say, ❝ Not… much, I was a kid back then, so.. I didn’t learn a lot. ❞ He spoke, his good arm raising to rub at his neck, ❝ I’ve heard a little about the Bite– you mentioned it yourself, after all. ❞ He kinda wants to make a comment much like he did– it was amazing, how the human body could live without the frontal lobe– but kept that to himself, ❝ I… have more of a connection to the… other incident. ❞ The missing children, morbidly enough, ❝ My, uh… little brother, was… y'know. ❞ He worded, ❝ He was… one of them. S'why I came here– I wanted to find out what happened to him, and to the others. ❞ He added, going quiet, he just.. had to find out.

[Although Philip remained lost amidst his internal worries, he was certainly grateful for his newfound partner’s mutual appreciation; it seemed that they could both find some benefits for this sort of team-up, thankfully. Since he found himself to be quite a coward, he couldn’t imagine doing this alone -- it was a relief that he’d found someone willing to cooperate with him, despite the risks. Granted, he wasn’t certain what the company might do if either of them were caught snooping around, but it wouldn’t be anything good, that was for sure. A feeble smile crossed his features yet again, and he nodded, not able to provide much of a response beyond that -- it was settled, then, right? They were partners in crime!]

[That said, though, he watched in nervous anticipation as Mike switched his focus to his arm, cautiously flexing his fingers. Since the teen wasn’t budging his arm just yet, Phil couldn’t help feeling fretful, but...Mike still seemed pleased with the result. Perhaps that should’ve been all that mattered, but he still concerned himself over the actual medical adequacy of his work, and whether it’d be decent enough -- sure, he’d been taking care of his klutzy self for years, and caring for his own missing arm with medical-grade quality for ages now, but...still. He wanted to be positive that Mike would be alright. Even so, he struggled to grin and bear it for Mike’s sake, and breathed a shaky sigh of relief when he was thanked for his efforts.]

-- ❝ I-It’s -- it’s no problem, really! I’ve been dealing w-with this sort of thing for years...um, n-not with employees, I mean. I-I’m just...really clumsy. ❞ [He wiggled some of his fingers on his only hand, showing off a couple of band-aids ( as though one on his nose and the gauze on his cheek weren’t obvious enough ). Finally, returning to the other task at hand, he finished packing up the remainder of his supplies -- once he did, he picked up the kit and offered it to Mike.] ❝ Here -- uh, y-you’ll probably need these for later. If the gauze gets...um...soaked later on, j-just change it -- oh, a-and disinfect the wound again. Oh, and -- if you need someone, too, f-feel free to give me a ring! Or call the hospital! S-Since, um...I’m not really a professional... ❞ [Gosh, he was rambling at this point. And probably overloading Mike with information. He should stop while he was ahead -- he sounded like a concerned parent, and in a sense, he felt like one too.]

[Once that escapade was over with, it was time to delve into the dreaded topic of Mike’s knowledge about the Freddy’s incidents over the years. Immediately, Philip’s expression dimmed; Mike was only a kid when they transpired, apparently. Of course, that made sense -- he was still only a teenager, and he’d already nearly lost his life here ( a thought that caused Phil’s heart to sink ) -- but it was still incredibly heartrending. To think that, even if the events were somewhat faded from this particular teen’s memory, they were haunting enough to draw him back to this place, no matter how great the risk. Philip winced, looking away when the Bite was mentioned, as well -- he’d brought it up himself on the first night, but god...he’d been there. He’d witnessed the grotesque incident firsthand, and -- and a part of him always felt...responsible, as it did for everything else.]

[However, when he heard that Mike himself had a connection to the other series of incidents -- it sort of clicked for him. Mike had been suffering from grief and loss for years, and potentially the same sense of guilt that Phil had. He glanced back at Mike, expression slightly stunned, but overall sympathetic to his plight -- god, he couldn’t imagine the devastation, but he still...he still felt a residual wave of it, just from being there when it happened. Just from being on staff, from feeling responsible, for not being vigilant enough. The closest experience he had was the Bite, and -- and that was only because he technically knew the victim...]

❝ I -- I see. Mike, I’m so sorry...I-I... ❞ [He gulped, knowing he shouldn’t leave it there. This went beyond the fact that his coworker had lost his brother -- they were supposed to be discussing the mysteries behind this pizzeria, but...his over-empathetic soul was struggling to concentrate at the moment. In fact, was he sniffling...? Oh, no. That wasn’t allowed. Pull yourself together.] ❝ Um -- sorry. I-I never lost anyone myself, so I can’t imagine...but I-I can see why that’d bring you here. I-It, uh...it makes a lot more sense now. ❞ [Philip sighed and cleared his throat, now determined to give a proper response ( despite all of his emotional fumbling beforehand ).] 

❝ I-I could...tell you a lot about the Bite. The ‘87 one, at least. I...I was there when it happened. And then, the missing kids...I-I...I don’t know what happened to any of them. O-Of course, nobody does...but, y’know, I was still around when th-that happened, too. I-I should’ve seen something, anything -- I was working day shift at the time -- b-but...I didn’t. And the guilt...seeing the investigation unfold right before my eyes, I-I just... ❞ [Recognizing that he was prattling on yet again, unleashing a myriad of bottled-up remorse to a teenager who was even more personally involved in the case than he was, he took a deep breath and refocused.] ❝ That’s...why I asked you to check those “empty” heads back there. Before I...w-well...before I nearly died myself. I’ve...always h-had my suspicions. I-I just...never wanted to face them before. ❞ [He perked up momentarily -- actually, what night of his shift was it? Had he even listened to that call yet?] ❝ Oh -- b-but...you might not have heard that one yet. Um, h-have you? ❞

[phoneguyisphone]

flashlightfxghter‌:

   Atlas sways from side to side a little as he looked at the other, he’d been careful choosing his words ( imagine how weird it’d be to say your aunt was a robot, a robot from here ), a little smile still on his face as he sat, he could at least talk of his mother ( the woman was probably doing something behind the scenes; she was always someone who preferred to be away from the spotlight when she had the choice ), though he was nowhere near the Prize Corner– which meant his aunt wasn’t around, which, to Atlas, was a good thing; keeping secrets was something he was amazing at, after all! Besides, he was a big kid, he could take care of himself.

   His arms remain around his plush, and he gave a head tilt, he couldn’t help his curiosity; a trait he had gained from his mother that always seemed to shine through, the little boy lets out a giggle, smiling wide– he had a feeling that his mother would probably be back before his aunt ( considering children were always around the Marionette, anyways; work is never over for the spirit the pilots it ), so he could definitely wait ( his patience was boundless, after all ), Atlas doesn’t speak, keeping to himself as he thinks, quietly still holding onto his plush.

   He perked up at what he says, and nodded, ❝ Yeah! ❞ He chirped, his shoes knocking together as he keeps sitting in his chair, ❝ I can wait for ‘em, I’m very good with waiting. ❞ Patience, a trait he had gathered from waiting and listening for the nightmares to appear, slamming doors shut and shining lights, though he doesn’t mention it plainly, ❝ My friends an’ I like to play games that involve it. ❞ He doesn’t ramble on, Atlas really wasn’t like most children; he was someone slightly morphed from dealing with terrors ( much like his mother before him ). He nods, ❝ Oh– if, if you wanna! I don’t wanna bother you with anythin’. ❞ He spoke when the question was asked, smiling, ❝ Um! I’m Atlas.. since– since I forgot to say my name. ❞ How rude of him, forgetting that detail.

   Oh well– may as well add that tidbit now, anyways! ❝ Wh– whadabout you, mister? ❞

[Atlas giggled to himself and grinned, and although the direct source of his amusement somewhat eluded him, Philip found himself reassured by it. The boy even livened up a bit at the optimistic guarantee that his guardians would return ( hopefully in a timely manner ), cheerfully agreeing, then attesting to his own patience when it came to matters like these. Did he usually need to wait for them, then? Perhaps this situation wasn’t an irregularity...he did say that his mother worked here, after all. It was a wonder that P.G. hadn’t encountered him and frantically attempted to supervise him before -- maybe he’d hidden himself better in the past, or ( judging by his attachment to his plush ) drifted closer to the Prize Corner most days. Phil...avoided that corner, and the puppet, if he could.]

[What followed piqued the employee’s curiosity a bit, however -- Atlas and his friends played games involving...waiting? That was...new. There were all types of visitors at Freddy’s, of course, and all children were different; that meant that the games they played tended to vary, as well, but...playtime that was actually serene among kids of his age group was a rarity. That being said, it wasn’t unheard of. He also couldn’t help wondering if those friends of his might be present now, since he’d brought them up...he’d simply have to bring it up after he made himself comfortable, if Atlas would allow it.]

[Speaking of, soon after that obscure hint at his activities, he invited Philip to join him until his mother or aunt stopped by, which relieved him a bit -- he grinned, pulling out a seat for himself without further ado and sitting down, then perking up a bit when Atlas introduced himself. Right! That was crucial, wasn’t it? Besides, his nametag ( which only read “P.G.” ) wasn’t very useful in times like these.]

-- ❝ Oh, n-no bother! Heh, I-I was the one who asked, after all. Uh, m-my name’s Philip! N-Nice to meet you, Atlas. ❞ [He formally extended a hand, even though the boy was still clinging to his plush ( and he had more conversational topics to explore ).]

❝ So, y-you mentioned earlier that you played, um, waiting games with your friends? H-How does that work? ❞

[phoneguyisphone]

rules: repost, don’t reblog. just pick a muse of yours and fill it out.

muse: philip gorbet ( aka “phone guy” ).

BASICS

▸ is your muse tall/short/average? he’s a Tall Boi, around 6′4″!

▸ are they okay with their height? he’s okay with it, but it does get in the way sometimes, especially since his job involves working with kids. towering over them isn’t exactly ideal for him, y’know? ▸ what’s their hair like? short, styled in such a way that it “flips” up in the front. here’s some of my art of him!

▸ do they spend a lot of time on their hair/with their grooming? admittedly, it does take a while for him to get it like that. plus, if you include replacing old bandages as a part of “grooming,” then yeah -- it takes a long time. ▸ does your muse care about their appearance? yes, especially when on the job! he wants to look his best, even if freddy’s isn’t very reputable -- no, because freddy’s isn’t very reputable! having an employee who’s always dressed well and cleaned up should do wonders, even if he’s still covered in band-aids 90% of the time, right?

▸ does your muse care about what others think about them? oh, absolutely. he’s actually rather insecure about himself, so part of him dreads hearing what other people think of him.

PREFERENCES

▸ indoors or outdoors? indoors; while he doesn’t mind spending time outdoors, and isn’t too reclusive, he does find spending time inside more soothing. ▸ rain or sunshine? sunshine! rainy days aren’t too bad, either, and the pitter-patter of raindrops is actually pretty nice, but nice weather is even better. ▸ forest or beach? the forest? both are okay, but roasting marshmallows and camping are just a little bit better than spending time at the beach. plus, beaches aren’t as much fun when you...don’t have anyone to go with.

▸ precious metals or gems? uhh, gems? just because they’re prettier adsfdf. ▸ flowers or perfumes? flowers! not only are they pretty in general, he thinks taking care of them ( provided that they aren’t cut / given as presents ) is a fun time. ▸ personality or appearance? personality! ideally, someone who’d support and listen to him; bravery would also be a nice trait ( to offset his cowardice ). ▸ being alone or being in a crowd? being in a crowd. he’s isolated 90% of the time, not having many personal friends or family, so his time spent at freddy’s is invaluable to him -- that’s part of the reason why he reaches out to so many of the kids there. ▸ order or anarchy? order; if things could stay neat and organized, both in life and at freddy’s itself, he’d be set. ▸ painful truths or white lies? white lies. while he wants to be an honest person, it’s sort of rare for him, between the lies he’s fed by the company and his own denial.

▸ science or magic? it might not exist, but he does enjoy magic in fairy tales and stuff, if that counts? ▸ peace or conflict? peace, big time! he's an extremely passive person, so actual conflict is usually avoided at all costs. ▸ night or day? day -- that preference became a lot more prevalent after he took the night shift. ▸ dusk or dawn? dusk. ▸ warmth or cold? cold, but specifically only because he loves wearing winter gear ( and really cute sweaters / scarves ), huddling under blankets, and cuddling ( or he would, if he had anybody to cuddle with ).

▸ many acquaintances or a few close friends? Why Not Both? almost everyone he works with is an acquaintance, though he does try to befriend a few people ( mostly the night guards ), and he does make a few friends during the day shift sometimes.

▸ reading or playing a game? both are appealing! he reads in his spare time at home, and if he “games,” he does it on the arcade machines at freddy’s.

QUESTIONNAIRE

▸ what are some of your muse’s bad habits? extremely anxious, stutters often, bites his lips from time to time, and is extremely clumsy ( hence why he’s covered in bandages ). he can also spend a lifetime in denial and will never snap out of it until he’s put in a life-or-death situation.

▸ has your muse lost anyone close to them? how has it affected them? not...close to him, necessarily. he doesn’t have any close relatives or family, but that’s mostly due to circumstance, not actual loss. as for who he’s “lost,” it’s...mainly the missing children from freddy’s. they aren’t related to him in any way, but their disappearances weigh heavily on him day in and day out -- the investigation stresses him out to no end, and while the company denies any involvement, he still blames himself constantly, despite having nothing to do with it.

▸ what are some fond memories your muse has? little things; spending time at freddy’s when he was younger, hanging out with the kids during his shift, greeting and saying goodbye to the animatronics. ▸ is it easy for your muse to kill? absolutely not; he couldn’t bring himself to do it, even if his world was torn apart, even if the people closest to him were targeted ( not that that’s much of a possibility anyway ).

▸ what’s it like when your muse breaks down? breakdowns for him usually manifest as flat-out panic attacks; as such, there’s a lot of sputtering, crying, and hyperventilating. ▸ is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life? he’s actually rather gullible, and would definitely be capable of trusting someone with his life. that being said, though, that degree of trust still needs to be earned. ▸ what’s your muse like when they’re in love? philip is a big ol sap! when he’s in love, he will shower you with affection, mostly physical ( by which i mean cuddles and hugs, and the occasional cheek kiss, nerds ), and get presents when he can ( with what little he can afford ), and do everything in his power to make you feel loved and supported.

tagged by: nabbed it from my other blog bc i wanna do it on my fnaf blogs too!! ( for my human muses at least ) tagging: if you see this + you wanna do it + i didn’t already tag you, consider yourself tagged!

[bluesmemethings]

various starters

❛  you’re a weapon and weapons don’t weep.  ❜

❛  hurt me once, I’ll kill you twice.  ❜

❛  never trust a survivor until you learn what they did to stay alive.  ❜

❛  death is the only god that comes when you call.  ❜

❛  I am teeth. I am royal. you are nothing to me.  ❜

❛  the sun will rise and we will try again.  ❜

❛  we’re just kids. we aren’t supposed to be heroes.  ❜

❛  I like my women like I like my Absinthe: bitter and intoxicating.  ❜

❛  what doesn’t kill me better run.  ❜

❛  she wasn’t looking for a knight. she was looking for a sword.  ❜

❛  don’t dehumanize bad people, because it’s their humanity which makes what they’ve done so terrifying.  ❜

❛  she isn’t just pretty. she is otherworldly and vaguely threatening.  ❜

❛  magic is not good or evil. is a knife evil? only if the wielder is.  ❜

❛  I don’t want your crown. see, I’ve come to burn your kingdom down.  ❜

❛  they broke my wings. they forgot I have claws.  ❜

❛  all that blood was never beautiful, it was just red.  ❜

❛  what do you do when there’s no hero in the story? simple. you kill the monster and crown yourself.  ❜

❛  how terrible it is, to love something that death can touch.  ❜

❛  you may not be interested in war, but it is interested in you.  ❜

❛  I feel divinity in my bones like aching. like fire.  ❜

❛  you make me feel and I don’t like it. I want it to stop. now.  ❜

❛  you are losing my interest and that is very dangerous.  ❜

❛  she will burn your kingdoms down, herself with it, if it means your ruin.  ❜

❛  it’s okay to be scared. it means your about to do something brave.  ❜

❛  she looks like divine absolution.  ❜

❛  I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find and impossible to forget.  ❜

❛  be careful with words. they can be forgive, but never forgotten.  ❜

❛  you not wanting me was the beginning of me wanting myself.  ❜

❛  I’m tired of fighting. for once, I want to be fought for.  ❜

❛  never run back to what broke you.  ❜

❛  I was quite, but not blind.  ❜

❛  your gut knows what’s up. trust that bitch.  ❜

❛  we all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.  ❜

❛  do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on.  ❜

❛  I’m just a girl, standing in front of a salad, wishing it was a donut.  ❜

❛  you can miss something but not want it back.  ❜

❛  you can’t save people, you can only love them.  ❜

❛  I came, I saw, I made it awkward.  ❜

❛  we buy shite we don’t need, with money we don’t have, to impress people we don’t like.  ❜

❛  you’re always one decision away from a different life.  ❜

❛  my brain has too many tabs open.  ❜

❛  I’m not saying I hate you, just that you’re like the Monday of people.  ❜

❛  there’s no ‘we’ in fries.  ❜

❛  apology accepted, trust denied.  ❜

❛  death and I have been scandalously intimate for some time now.  ❜

❛  life happens. coffee helps.  ❜

❛  I am mine before I am ever anyone else’s.  ❜

❛  I rely a bit too heavily on alcohol and irony.  ❜

❛  very early in my life it was already too late.  ❜

❛  is that a threat or are you flirting with me.  ❜

❛  was the use of force necessary in completing your objectives?  ❜

❛  I’ll let you drag me to hell if it means you’ll hold my hand.  ❜

❛  I do bad things, and I do them very well.  ❜

❛  you drink too much, you cuss too much and you have questionable morals. you’re everything I ever wanted.  ❜

❛  they will kill you, but first they will have to catch you.  ❜

❛  drugs might kill you but they’ll never break your heart.  ❜

❛  good girls are just bad girls that haven’t been caught.  ❜

❛  a pretty face doesn’t guarantee a pretty heart.  ❜

❛  no airbag, we die like men.  ❜

❛  true evil is, above all, seductive.  ❜

❛  it takes more courage to suffer than to die.  ❜

❛  you must be lucky to avoid the wolf every time. but the wolf? he only needs enough luck to catch you once.  ❜

❛  justice is vengeance in prettier packaging.  ❜

[phoneguyisphone]

flashlightfxghter‌:

   Atlas kept looking at the other curiously, he didn’t mind the other’s presence; instead swaying from side to side just the slightest as he stared– the little boy definitely seemed like he was the fragile, silent type; but he certainly was not. He was a little titan, as per his aunt’s nicknaming. He was a tough nut to crack, but his outward appearance in reality does not give that away.

   The five year old keeps to himself for a moment, holding his plush to himself as he quietly waited for the man to speak, blue eyes occasionally dancing elsewhere and around him– to the crowds, the colours, the robots, then back, it changed each time he looked away, indeed, yes, ’chaotic’ was the word he’d use to describe the area and situation ( especially with so many screaming children; he wanted to listen for the danger, make sure he can protect himself ), it was loud, and whilst loud wasn’t scary; he couldn’t concentrate.

   ❝ Mmhm. ❞ He gives a little nod, ❝ An’ I’m by myself right now. My auntie is around here somewhere. ❞ But where? Atlas doesn’t want to mention who ( or what ) she was, ❝ She knows I’m safe, so– so.. I’m okay. ❞ He replied, ❝ Mama’s busy workin’, so auntie’s babysitting me. ❞ He explained, besides, he can fend off the monsters himself– he’s done it so many times ( far too many, in reality; he lost count of how many nights he’s dealt with having those things on his tail at every turn ), so the quiet moments of the pizzeria ( and the time spent with his aunt whenever she wasn’t handing out presents ) were nice. He appreciated them.

[Apparently, the boy had arrived here with an adult, though he wasn’t under her supervision at the moment. Philip knew better than to pry, but that elaboration piqued his curiosity -- he’d revealed that his mother worked here ( which meant that Philip might actually know her! ), and that his aunt was babysitting him in the meantime. Glancing around didn’t yield any results, however; while he’d noted that she was somewhere around here, she certainly didn’t appear to be nearby.]

[In that case, Philip might still need to monitor things; he valued the safety of the children here more than all else, and though there was absolutely nothing to dread around here ( as he’d convinced himself over the years ), he’d hold himself to ascertaining that the boy was alright. He could at least stick around until his aunt presented herself, or until his mother was off-duty, worst-case scenario. Hopefully, he wouldn’t mind the company...after all, he’d hidden out here to avoid the clamoring crowds.]

-- ❝ R-Right -- that’s good! They’ll be back soon, I-I’m sure. ❞ [Philip smiled reassuringly, attempting to discuss the topic of supervision as stealthily as possible. Plenty of children weren’t fond of adults barging in, usurping their alone time, but he didn’t feel comfortable leaving any of them without care or supervision. Perhaps he was a bit too paranoid, if only due to the incidents at Fredbear’s before...but in any case, he’d endeavor to support this kid until someone else came around.] ❝ In that case, h-how about I keep you company for a bit? A-At least until your aunt or mom stop by. ❞

[phoneguyisphone]

grcveycrdshift‌:

    He sits there, patient as the situation is slowly being handled– he does not fault the other for any sort of nervousness and the like; he did almost just get stuffed into a suit, after all ( he couldn’t help but wonder how many others met that fate– he truly was lucky to be alive ), he remained as calm as possible, it was needed in this situation– despite the pit in his stomach and the little spark of realisation of how dangerous things were; will he come back? Of course– Mike did not give up easily, after all. He had to find out about the horrid deed that befell his brother back in the 80’s. He had to, he made that promise to himself, he looked to his arm again, quiet as a mouse.

    The teenager had yet to delve into the truly dirty, bloody side of the franchise; though he had heard of how his brother went missing, as well as a few friends of his ( he still remained in contact with the relatives of his brother’s friends, providing comfort when old wounds open once more ), he mused to himself internally as he thought about it all; nothing was adding up, nothing was making sense– these bots were meant to be friendly, kind, but to turn into monsters that wish for him to be shoved so haphazardly into a spare suit full of wires and little metal bits that stick into him ( like how his arm had experienced that feeling– stinging pain as he tried not to yell at the sparks of discomfort and death, he was lucky the clock rolled to six– so very lucky ), his eyes still stuck to his arm, before he looked back to the other, the events of back then and the aftermath of his brother’s disappearance was a blur to him with the tight feeling of tension, he did not understand– which was why he was trying now.

    The unusual and spooky had always interested Mike ( one of his younger friends often talked of it; he was used to hearing all about it, really ) so he knew some stuff, at least– he had his theories, his ideas, but he did not know how to prove or disprove them– a part of him hoped there was nothing supernatural happening in this place; but he couldn’t shake the feeling, mascots trudging after him and trying to break into his office every night ( with the exception of the golden one– he would just stare at him almost expectantly, curiously, but he never understood why– that had to be supernatural, though ), he was insistent to find out– he was not content with just sitting by and ignoring what was happening. Mike was many things– ignorant is not one of them.

    ❝ Yeah.. ❞ His eyebrows furrow just a little– before they relax again, ❝ Sounds about right, really– things have… happened, in the past that doesn’t make this place look good in the slightest, from what I know. ❞ He felt a pang in his chest, heart palpitations evident to him as he tries to recall the finer details of the fated incidents from the 80’s– before he slowly realised that talking of it won’t do them any good– it could put them into further of a foul mood, and he’d much rather keep the mood as light as can be, though it’s a bit of a struggle when you’re injured and that’s currently at the centre of attention– oh well, he’s trying his best, really. The nightguard’s free hand idly goes to his knee– tapping a tune ( This Old Man, if he recalled– a nursery rhyme his younger friend adored ), he kept a calm smile on his face, the mantra of ‘ things will be fine ‘ on loop in the back of his mind.

    He nods, mis-matched eyes looking around before returning to the other, ❝ Yeah– it’s reassuring to know neither of us are alone in this ordeal. ❞ He words this rather carefully, his brain jumbling on the sentence for a solid moment before he gives a hum, ❝ Oh– yeah, maybe later.. ❞ His grin turned a little sheepish, having somewhat forgotten about his currently injured arm in that moment, at least that was a good thing on his part? Regardless, he turns to focus on what the other was doing, brown and green eyes holding that small sense of curiosity– he’d hate to admit it, but he was rather sheltered in the sense of not getting injured often in his life ( and yet here he was, toughing out his first concerning injury like he’s been hurt a thousand times and gotten used to it ), eyes watch as gauze is placed along the more serious cuts along his arms, watching as they were taped in place– was this usually how things went, he wondered, when other nightguards were lucky enough to survive their little dance with death? Even so, he kept quiet, bopping his head from left to right occasionally as he watched– hopefully things will be okay.

[At Mike’s revelation of his knowledge regarding the incidents, however obscure it might be, Phil perked up a bit; if it came down to it, he could certainly relay the disturbing details to the teen, but he was relieved to hear that the boy was already somewhat informed. The less he had to describe, the better...he’d already internally dredged up memories of the past, but they remained disquieting and unnerving enough to send him into a mental downward spiral. He couldn’t think of the events that transpired all those years ago without succumbing to a profound depression, so long as they were uninterrupted...he knew that from experience. He’d dwelled on his own immense guilt and remorse ever since recognizing his mistakes and naivete from back then...]

[A morbid thought passed through his mind a few times after reflecting on his night shifts: if the stories were true, and the characters were indeed possessed, did they...recognize him? Were they aware? Did they hunt him down, specifically, for his ignorance back then...? He couldn’t bring himself to doubt the notion -- and part of him would reluctantly admit that he might have felt better if he lost his life to them during his last night on-duty. At least he wouldn’t be drowning in his own despair after coming to his senses, blaming himself for all of the misfortune that fell upon those poor children -- the ones he’d been unable to save. The ones whose disappearances he’d been blissfully unaware of. When he worked the day shift, he thought he’d been so vigilant...but he was hopelessly wrong.]

[Stirring himself from his reverie, he regained his focus when Mike spoke again; his expression lightened up a bit more with the teen’s agreement that their shared struggle to learn the truth would be beneficial. There were advantages to this sort of teamwork, someone having your back if you faltered or got caught, someone to support you through the entire ordeal ( which, considering how sensitive the nature of the disappearances were, would be necessary )...he was grateful to have a partner. A grin crossed his previously forlorn features, once again finding some solace in the otherwise dreary situation.]

-- ❝ Yeah! I-It’s nice knowing someone will, y’know...have your back, wh-whatever might come next. ❞ [Philip paused for a moment, utilizing the silence nestled in the gap of their conversation to finish wrapping up the teenager’s wounds. Astonishingly, the final result wasn’t half bad, if only because the gruesome punctures were now buried underneath thick wads of gauze. They’d eventually become soaked, however, which was why he ought to pass on his supplies...and he would, after he brought an unfortunate, but ultimately inevitable topic to light.]

❝ There...th-that ought to do the trick. ❞ [His smile grew weary, then faded altogether after a moment. He idly replaced his remaining supplies, reluctance to dredge up the next subject all too evident.] ❝ S-So...on the note of those, erm, incidents...how much do you know about them? ❞

[phoneguyisphone]

flashlightfxghter‌:

    The little boy kept clinging to his plush, quiet as he sat there, the gears in his head whirring and turning as he thought to himself; he was always the most quiet out of his group of friends ( though it didn’t help that they had become stuck; trapped in a deep sleep where they are both alive– but cannot be awake ), he wasn’t afraid of the robots or the crowd of children, all in their separate groups– he was not fearful, or skittish, no. He was always quiet at first, anyways ( in the nights was a different story ).

    He kicks his feet in his chair a little, pressing a cheek to the top of his toy’s head– the doll had always brought him comfort ( especially when he could not hug his aunt– then again, he couldn’t do that, she.. was transparent, at least he could hug her physical form! Just a bit more spindly and not-human-like. Oh well… ) regardless, little Atlas kept to himself, blue eyes batting owlishly at the vibrant colours and screaming children– loud. Couldn’t hear anything compared to the quiet of his dreamscape bedroom; but then again, his vicious shifts against nightmares cause his silence and wariness in the first place– listen for the danger, he was taught; protect yourself.

   He couldn’t help but look up when the man wanders over, his arms still around the plush, he didn’t squeeze it for comfort, a sign that he was not worried or scared, instead looking to him curiously as he was examined, little hands shifting the plush a bit in his arms as he tilted his head– blonde hair almost falling over his eyes, in which he brushed back with the back of a hand– the five year old felt a bit small in this place, especially with people much taller than him running around; and the robots, too– again, he was not frightened, but he felt like an ant compared to them.

   When he speaks, the little boy paused to think of a sentence, letting out a soft ’ umm… ’ in thought before he gathered the words for his sentence, ❝ Yeah– yeah, I’m good.. ❞ He managed, his arms wrapping around his plush once more, ❝ Jus’– a lil cha.. chaotic. ❞ Was that the word his mother used when she came back from the backroom of her own place? ( Always murmuring about how ‘those bots are insane’ or something– the little one did not understand it at all– but he would use that word to describe the nightmares, honestly ) He idly kicks his feet again– eyes looking around, ❝ Very… loud? ❞

[Even when Philip delicately approached and greeted him, the boy didn’t appear to flinch, nor cling a bit tighter to his plush; deciding to consider that a sign that he wasn’t encroaching on the boy’s space, he smiled a bit, somewhat reassured. When it came to children, there were all sorts -- some were fragile and quiet, others were brash and would’ve scoffed at his efforts to help, but he couldn’t mind in either case. All he could do was accommodate, tune his actions to suit whatever the kid was comfortable with, all for the sake of ensuring that their time spent at Freddy’s was fun-filled or ( at the very least ) satisfactory!]

[That all said, the boy did seem relatively sheepish; his voice was a hushed murmur in the presence of Freddy’s usual crowds, gently insisting that he was doing alright. Once more, he wrapped his arms around his plush, likely due to seeking some form of consolation...a bit of a deterrent, compared to the way he’d loosened up earlier. He stumbled over the word “chaotic” as he described his dilemma, though, which made P.G. wonder if it was a word he’d recently learned or overheard...but nevertheless, he could certainly comprehend the situation at hand a bit more now. Overwhelmed by the pizzeria’s crowding...he could certainly see that being the case, and to a certain degree, he related.]

[In that case, perhaps he was willingly separated, or his family had allowed him to wander off a bit to calm his nerves. This wasn’t necessarily an ideal place to do so, though, nestled in the midst of the chaos without much in the way of soundproofing...but then again, there weren’t many child-accessible spots that were free from the bustling of the pizzeria. Children needed to leave the establishment with adults, and while the bathrooms or the safe room in the back could be better, neither were favorable -- in fact, the safe room was only meant to be accessed by employees. No children -- or any guests, for that matter -- allowed. So, while he’d like to recommend a decent spot for the kid to isolate for a bit, he couldn’t in good conscience...]

-- ❝ I-I see...I g-get where you’re coming from. I-It does get pretty loud in here, d-doesn’t it...? ❞ [Without much in the way of quieting the place down, however, Philip decided to move onto the next topic at hand. There didn’t seem to be any accompanying adults nearby, and he certainly wouldn’t have been allowed to roam the establishment without any, so he’d inquire about that -- and if they were preoccupied, he’d likely pull his usual move and stick around until they turned up, or until the blond felt a bit more secure around here.] ❝ Are you, um, by yourself? Wh-Where are your guardians, kiddo? ❞

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[blackcatrph]

☞☞ quotes i found on pinterest sentence starters pt. one ☜☜

“  i’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife.  ” 

“  i’m fine, i’ve had worse.  ”

“  death too must be earned.  ”

“  how do you destroy a monster without becoming one ?  ”

“  am i a bad person ?  ”

“  family isn’t who you’re born with, it’s who you’d die for.  ” 

“  are you flirting or starting a fight ?  ”

“  i’ll survive, somehow i always do.  ”

“  um.. that’s my emotional support knife collection.  ”

“  tell me; would you kill to save a life ?  ”

“  i am someone who did not die when they should of.  ”

“  i’ve never been good at emotional stuff. except anger. i’m good at anger.  ”

“  you can’t protect everyone !  ”

“  i have to try.  ”

“  turn the pain into power.  ” 

“  what doesn’t kill me better run.  ”

“  are monster born or created ?  ”

“  chin up kid, they’d kill to see you fall.  ”

“  if he puts his hands on you, cut them off.  ”

“  i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me.  ”

“  don’t play games with me. don’t ever think you’re capable of that.  ”

“  the question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.  ”

“  something had made your eyes go cold.  ”

“  you haven’t even seen my bad side yet.  ”

“  everybody knows that i’m a mess.  ”

“  i’m sorry i let you down.  ”

“  well, if it isn’t the feeling i was trying to avoid.  ”

“  you are not your father.  ”

“  even on your bad days, be kind.  ”

“  you don’t want me and i need to accept that.  ”

“  stay gentle. everyone is at war.  ”

“  the risk i took was calculated. but clearly i am bad at maths.  ”

“  i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness ?  ”

“  always be a little kinder than necessary.  ”

“  kind words cost nothing.  ”

“  i am being perfectly fucking civil.  ”

“  we’ll never be those kids again.  ”

“  i’m the original family disappointment.  ”

“  if karma doesn’t hit you, i fucking will.  ”

“  if you can’t be happy, at least you can be drunk.  ”

“  you can talk to me, or not talk to me, but i’m here.  ”

“  guess you’ll just have to fight me.  ”

“  i never asked to be like this.  ”

“  wow.  you’re a dick.  ”

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[phoneguyisphone]

❛❛ Don’t let things get any worse. ❜❜ uh oh

FNAF: THE MUSICAL STARTERS || STILL ACCEPTING.

[The moment his superior let those words slip, Philip’s anxiety spiked; he was being lectured about the recent incidents, wasn’t he? He hadn’t been vigilant enough -- he knew that, deep down, but it was a disturbing, haunting truth nonetheless. He hadn’t done anything to prevent it. He procrastinated on his administrative duties until the night time, all with the intent of keeping a keen eye on the pizzeria’s events during the day, and he’d still managed to screw everything up. Children had...vanished, on his watch, and he only had himself to blame.]

[William was an intimidating fellow on his own, but being scolded by him felt unbearable, and P.G. could barely keep himself together under the fellow’s stern expression. He gulped and took a deep breath, practically drowning in the man’s scrutiny and his own self-deprecation; William was right. He was right, and Philip needed to be better...for the kids’ sake.]

-- ❝ R-Right -- right, I...I’ll try not to. I-I mean, I won’t. I can’t... ❞ [Were those incomprehensible babbles all he could muster right now? Come on, get yourself together...] ❝ Sorry -- Mr. Afton, s-sir, I won’t let things get any worse. I-I promise. ❞

@williamafton​

[flashlightfxghter]

@phoneguyisphone || s.c.

   Atlas was a quiet soul during the day.

   Silence was gold, keeping his voice to himself around places he wasn’t familiar with ( or keeping his voice to childishly insult the nightmares that crawl into his mind during the hours of midnight to dawn ), instead always keeping his head down or against his Marionette Plush– he’d have to thank his aunt for it sometime. Even so, he wasn’t as talkative in the day ( ‘the image of his father’, the people say– they never know about how similar he was to his mother at night ).

   He keeps his arms around the plushie– it was big, about almost half his size ( he’s wondering how they managed to make it and give it to him, 1′5″ compared to his 3′2″ ) so he held it by hugging it under its arms– its head lolling to the side a little as he kept quiet. Track of time fading from him, mind wandering as the gears in his head turn, compared to other children, who ran in groups, he sat alone, somewhat, sometimes fiddling with the green bracelet around his wrist or just… thinking.

   He didn’t mind it. Not at all– he was indifferent. To him, this was fine. The silence meant safety.

[phoneguyisphone]

[In a place like Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, a child sitting in silent isolation was a rare and alarming sight; especially to a man like Philip, who fretted over the kids’ safety and emotional well-being more than...well, anyone else employed here. More often than not, the children were giddy to be in a wondrous place like this, weren’t they? That’d been the case in P.G.’s experience, anyhow -- and he himself had always been fascinated by the whimsical atmosphere of the pizzeria. In any case, it was an unusual sight to witness a child not enjoying themselves...even if Phil had witnessed such occasions beforehand.]

[Besides, the kid’s separation from any adults or authority figures was concerning; while P.G. didn’t give any credence to the rumors about children’s disappearances in this or any other establishment ( how could he, when the company was force-feeding him a story where none of it was true? ), he naturally grew worried when he saw a child all by their lonesome. Maybe he was lost, or overwhelmed by a party, but either way...it’d be best to check in on him, right? If either of those scenarios applied, he could lend a helping hand, too!]

[Wandering closer to the kid, he saw that he was actually cradling a plushie almost half his size -- one that actually resembled one of the characters here. Namely, one that Philip was unnerved by, but he didn’t mind that...not since it wasn’t the real thing. Nevertheless, he knelt in front of the boy, greeting him with a gentle tone, just in case he was in a situation that might leave him feeling rattled.]

-- ❝ Hey, bud...a-are you doing alright? ❞ [Perhaps that was a tad presumptuous, assuming that there was a problem in the first place, but the boy was here all alone, clinging to a toy. He might be reading too much into the situation, given that the boy didn’t actually seem all that distraught, but Philip himself exhibited the same habit of plush-hugging when he was feeling miserable or overwhelmed.]

[obscure-sentence-starters]

Random Encounters — The FNAF Musical {Sentence Starters}

❛❛ Hello? ❜❜

❛❛ I’d like to leave a few quick words. ❜❜

❛❛ That’s completely absurd. ❜❜

❛❛ Time to play. ❜❜

❛❛ Did one of them just move? ❜❜

❛❛ Don’t be dumb! That’s insane! ❜❜

❛❛ What’s that sound? It seems to be screaming. ❜❜

❛❛ Seal the door! Hit the lights! ❜❜

❛❛ I think that camera’s dead. ❜❜

❛❛ Don’t blink, don’t breathe, don’t move… ❜❜

❛❛ Wow, I’m feeling kinda loopy… ❜❜

❛❛ Are you here to kill me? ❜❜

❛❛ Something here just reeks of blood and suffering. ❜❜

❛❛ These halls are echoing of death.. ❜❜

❛❛ In all my dreams I see a maze of halls with bloody walls and countless scrawls… ❜❜

❛❛ Don’t play these games. ❜❜

❛❛ I’m armed with more than a light. ❜❜

❛❛ Just you and me, a gun or three… ❜❜

❛❛ We forgot to lock the perp in again. ❜❜

❛❛ I know we haven’t spoken in a while… ❜❜

❛❛ I tried to move on and just forget… ❜❜

❛❛ I’m wondering if it’s all in my head. ❜❜

❛❛ What should we do? ❜❜

❛❛ How could he just disappear?. ❜❜

❛❛ Why is he tied up? ❜❜

❛❛ Watch out, he’s coming for you!. ❜❜

❛❛ Good thing this door can be locked. ❜❜

❛❛ Please don’t kill me. ❜❜

❛❛ A little overtime never killed anyone. ❜❜

❛❛ Is it true? Are they really back? Am I going mad? ❜❜

❛❛ One mistake is all it takes and this may go bad. ❜❜

❛❛ Is somebody there? ❜❜

❛❛ I’ll fill the void with noise. ❜❜

❛❛ I swear we’ve met before. ❜❜

❛❛ You won’t take me alive! ❜❜

❛❛ You should show him a little respect. ❜❜

❛❛ Are you with them? ❜❜

❛❛ We’d go to the police, but they’d think we’re crazy. ❜❜

❛❛ What do I get out of this? Psychological damage? Uh, a horrible gruesome death? Twenty five to life with a cellmate named Buffalo frickin’ Bill? ❜❜

❛❛ Turn that off or I will kill you. ❜❜

❛❛ Laying low is usually done quietly. ❜❜

❛❛ I killed a guy. ❜❜

❛❛ I put three rounds in his chest. The guy must have known black magic. ❜❜

❛❛ Survive until 6am. ❜❜

❛❛ What am I here for? ❜❜

❛❛ Don’t let things get any worse. ❜❜

❛❛ I can’t find this alone. ❜❜

❛❛ I didn’t even want this job. ❜❜

❛❛ I’m kinda wanted for attempted murder. ❜❜

❛❛ You are kinda stupid. ❜❜

❛❛ This is a crime scene. And you’re the victims. ❜❜

❛❛ You’re gonna burn for this. ❜❜

❛❛ You should probably override the door controls. ❜❜

❛❛ It’s probably obvious now, but… I didn’t die in that fire. ❜❜

❛❛ I figured I’d give you one last ring; for old times’ sake. ❜❜

❛❛ There’s nowhere you can go that I won’t find you. There’s no place you can hide that I won’t kill you. ❜❜

❛❛ This isn’t over. ❜❜

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The Living Tombstone FNAF Song Lyric Sentence Starters

Feel free to change pronouns and change ‘we’ to 'I/you’ and vice versa if necessary!

Some lines have been mildly altered to make full sentences.

Five Nights at Freddy’s

- For many years we’ve been all alone. - An imposter took our life away. - Now we’re stuck here to decay. - Please let us get in, don’t lock us away! - We’re not like what you’re thinking! - We’re forced here to take that role! - We’ve been all alone. - Join us, be our friend. - After all you’ve only got five nights. - I just don’t get it. - Why do you want to stay? - We’re really quite surprised. - You should have said to this place good bye. - It’s like there’s so much more… - Maybe you’ve been in this place before. - We remember a face like yours.

It’s Been So Long

- Now I suffer the curse and I am blind. - I can’t wait for the cliff at the end of the river. - Is this revenge I am seeking? - I wanna set myself free. - It won’t be long before I’ll become a puppet. - I’ve been singing this stupid song. - I wish I lived in the present. - But the future keeps luring in like a pack of snakes. - Justification is killing me, but killing isn’t justified. - I’m sorry, my sweet baby. - I wish I’d been there.

Die in a Fire

- I really hate you. - Stop getting in my way. - I lost my patience. - I want to throw you out. - It will be painful, you’ll see. - I hope you die in a fire. - Hope this is what you desire. - It’s almost over. - It’s not the first time you’ll die. - I won’t leave you alone.

I Got No Time

- I got no time to live. - I can’t say goodbye. - I’ve been staring at my death so many times. - I wish I could just block the doors and stay in bed until the clock will chime. - I got this headache and my life’s on the line. - I felt like I won, but I wasn’t done. - The nightmare repeats itself every time. - I’m not so strong, and they’re not gone. - They’re still out there to take what’s left of mine. - I have this urge to kill and show that I’m alive. - No one will listen and no one will understand. - No one likes me when I shriek. - I want to go back to when it all began.

I Can’t Fix You

- I’ve been trying for so long. - Now we’re at a standstill. - I wonder if you feel the kind of pain that rips your insides out? - That’s something I know all about. - Shocking, ain’t it? - Is it because I can’t be her? - You made your mistakes and made me hurt. - I can’t fix you. - I can feel my heart breaking. - I’m running out of patience to pretend. - This isn’t how I’ll let it end. - You’ve been mourning your loss here. - How can a human lose their self control? - There’s nothing left to make you whole. - I’m done explaining. - This is what happens when you leave it to somebody else. - If you want it done right, you should just do it yourself. - You’re dead inside, just like me. - We have a lot more in common than you would be calm with. - It’s like we’re the same person, me and you. - We both don’t know what we can do.