Randall Boyd @pike-everheart1 - Tumblr Blog

“The next time you mess with my friend over there, I’ll give you a punishment far worse then this one.” Evelyn told the person in front of her as she pushed them into a wall and stabbed their stomach. “Oh hello there, how long have you been there?” She smirks, wiping her dagger of the victim’s blood and also using the gesture as a warning to the other.

pike-everheart1

Randall smirked as he exhaled his smoke away from his employee. “Long enough,” he admitted before nodding in approval. “Well done, you’re going to make some people shit themselves.” It was rare to get a genuine compliment out of Randall, but he gave quite a few out to Evelyn. She was the queen (pun intended) of terrifying people.

#c: evelyn #hope this is alright!#<3

swcctlysickening:

Coming closer to the counter, Barrel stared at the box with curiosity. They couldn’t help it, they wanted to know. Eyes wide, the first flash of orange brought back sudden memories. Gasping comically, Barrel wasn’t sure whether to grin or scowl at the head. “This bitch,” they started under their breath, “she deceived me.” Not that Barrel didn’t totally call it. You don’t just TRUST the ‘monsters’ in horror games! But the game didn’t really give them an option.

“Hey, Baby! I’m not going to fall for your ice cream bullshit and end up a possessing one of you fucks.” Pausing for a brief moment, they frowned to themself in thought. “Actually that might be pretty cool.”

Randall chuckled at the reaction from Barrel. It was the exact reaction he wanted people to have when they saw her.

Well, except for the last part.

“You are way more useful alive than possessing some dumb animatronic,” he argued, carefully placing Baby’s head on the counter. “So I’m guessing you’ve played the game enough to know both endings?”

#c: barrel

devilsadvcte

❝ free again, at last. ❞ the boy smirked, leaning against a street lamp outside of the police station. ❝ you know, this time i really think i’m different. i’m a changed man. no more living a life of crime. ❞ he lied, much like he had done every time he had gotten out of jail.

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“God damn it, Lucas,” Randall scolded, putting out his cigarette in the ashtray on top of the police station trash can, not in the mood to take any of his shit. “This is, what? The fourth time in the last sixth months? Or are there more that I’m unaware of?”

#c: lucas #tw smoking

tinkerisms:

Putting her apron on, Tati had walked into the Diner just a few seconds ago, already planning on heading straight into work mode instead of messing around like she usually would, she had to stay focused on her goal, she had to try and-oh, new person, that’s interesting. With furrowed eyebrows, she walks up to him when he’s finally seated, pen and pad in hand. “Hi, what can I get for you today?”

Randall looked up at the woman and smirked, his usual reaction to seeing one of the decent looking humans here. He hadn’t even looked at the menu, but he didn’t need to; he wasn’t picky when it came to food. “What’s your favorite thing here?” he asked.

#c: tati

swcctlysickening:

“I promise,” Barrel started, hands casually slipping behind their back to cross their fingers. Now Barrel wouldn’t intentionally break anything, they respected the art of fear far too much for THAT, but shit happens. Things break. “Exploitin’ my love for creepy shit to score free manual labour? How very devious and sly of you. I’ll do it.”

Closing the door, Barrel’s eyes wandered the room idly and a little excitedly. Most stores in this world were so clean and ‘nice’, something they never really got use to. Scare Inc was much more up their alley. “Where am I starting?”

Randall noticed the casual finger cross, he wasn’t born yesterday and had known Barrel for a while now. He rolled his eyes casually before going behind the counter to grab the large box. He smirked at Barrel’s comment before shrugging. “I’m glad you noticed.”

Randall looked around the counter for the box cutter until he found it and opened the box. Styrofoam beans exploded onto the floor before Randall found the head of the new skin. He carefully grabbed it by the orange pigtails and lifted it up for them to see. “The FNAF attraction has been our best selling so far, so I’m gonna extend it and add Sister Location characters. Say hello to Baby.”

#c: barrel

boomaryanne:

not looking up, she took the paper from under his foot and put it back in her notebook, ignoring the faint boot print on new white sheet. it was when the stranger entered her line of sight did she look over at him, not quite catching his eye but taking his facial features nonetheless. his face made mary’s hands pause in their gathering, outstretched and ready to grab another piece of her notebook. he was a bit hollow in the cheeks, a bit thin in the mouth, but oddly familiar. not comforting - the boy made her stomach do a weird lurch, and his voice was making the back of her brain light up with some sort of feeling she hadn’t felt in a long time - but just familiar. “ it’s okay. i’m kinda hard to spot, ” maryanne replied, looking away and smiling just a bit. “ i was a heck of a hide-and-seek player when i was a kid. ” she laughed, seeing him picking up her papers too. how kind. “ i’m all right. my foot just caught a piece of sidewalk. no blood or bruises. ” when she was finished, she reached out to take back the few things he had collected. it was a few pages of the most important thing she’d ever written - the book based on her childhood imaginary friends. “ thank you, for helping me, i mean. most other people sorta just, y’know, keep on going. ” their fingers brushed as she took the pages from his hand, and she went pink in the cheeks again. handling people was something she could do, definitely, but handling boys, especially at such a close proximity ? if he smile a certain way, the brunette would be down for the count.

Randall reached of a piece of paper on the ground in front of him, but reached about a foot too high. He mentally scolded himself; he thought he had gotten that under control. Going from four arms to two was still messing with him. He quickly ratified it, putting his hand on the paper and grabbing a few more before handing them to her.

You were hard to find before, now you’re just taunting me.

At her assuring him no blood or bruises, he sighed in fake relief. “That’s good.” He then shook his head, a charming smile forming on his face. “It’s no trouble, you’d do the same for me, right?”

His eyes met hers for the first time, strategically. He was gauging her reaction to him, seeing if even a part of her remembered their past. He couldn’t tell at this point, but it would become evident soon enough. “Oh, sorry, um...” he started, pretending he was nervous. Even though there was rage in his heart, he couldn’t deny she grew up into a decent looking human, “I didn’t catch your name.”

#c: boo #hes awful #i hate him #and also landon liboiron is too attractive for this world #XD

ofmikeyiisms:

While he had thought about trying the FNAF experience, he knew that FNAF involved a friendly bear animatronic coming to life and turning demonic, and he wanted to be able to look at his beloved teddy bear without getting scared. “Actually,” Mikey started off, “I was thinking about trying a customized experience.”

Randall’s eyebrows shot up slightly, surprised by that. The kid looked like he was still in middle school; Randall didn’t think this kid could afford anything worthwhile.

Still.

Randall reached into the drawer to get out his customized experience packet; list of most common fears, schedules for him to fill in, stuff like that. “Alright, so similar question; solo or group? Because if it’s solo, it’s pretty costly for someone your age.”

#c: mikey

swcctlysickening:

Sleep never really did come easy to Barrel. To bed late and up before the sun, they were a constant witness to the quieter hours of the day. Everyone was so damn crabby in the mornings. It was kind of fun actually to press their buttons until people snapped. Still, Barrel didn’t need to be at work for a few more hours and they had time to kill. Scare Inc was something familiar. Sure, maybe it wasn’t as extreme. The bodies here were too fragile and there was a distinct lack of real ghouls and monsters. Even if it was fake as hell, it was still fun. After all, scares was what Barrel was made for.

Leaning against the building waiting, Barrel scuffed their feet on the pavement, fingers fidling with each other and their pockets to keep them busy. They hated staying still for too long. Hearing someone coming, Barrel’s grin widened at the familiar face, pushing themself off the building.

“I walked,” they answered simply to the ‘how’, “And ‘cause I have nothin’ else to do! I wanna see if you guys have anythin’ new!”

Randall smirked before asking “New from two days ago?” He was joking, but he did have a new delivery come in late yesterday. He knew nothing he made here could compare to his or Barrell’s true worlds, but for here? It was terrifying. “Well, you’re in luck. Got a new animatronic skin yesterday, you can help me unpack it if you promise not to break shit.”

He unlocked the door and let himself in, expecting Barrell to be close behind.

#c: barrell

Randall was pissed.

Well, more so than usual.

Randall had intentionally gotten rid of all of the mirrors in his house years ago, but on his walk to work, apparently some idiots ordered a shit ton of mirrors, and hired morons to carry them, since five of them had been dropped onto the ground. Hundreds of tiny mirrors staring back at Randall reminded him how disgusting he was in this form. He sneered at the images in the mirrors before continuing his way to work.

When he reached the door, he noticed Barrel leaning against the Scare Inc. building. “How and why are you here before me?” he asked them, getting out his keys.

@swcctlysickening

#c: barrel #im actually proud of this one #lol

ofmikeyiisms:

After putting it off, Mikey had finally decided to try Scare Inc. His friends had told him all good things about it, however, that didn’t ease his fear any less. “Sorry.” He said softly, looking up at the other male. “I didn’t see anyone when I first got here.”

To be fair to the kid, Randall hadn’t exactly made his presence obvious, reading Electronic Gaming Monthly at the front desk. One of his hosts was late, again, so he had to cover for her. She was fired if she wasn’t here before the FNAF experience opened. “It’s fine,” Randall sighed, putting his magazine down. “I’m guessing you are waiting for FNAF though, right? You going solo or in a group?”

#c: mikey #its perfect!#<3

Despite being stuck here for years, Randall had always seemed to avoid eating at Granny’s Diner. Always way too many so-called “heroes” for his liking. Still, he had always been curious, and when he went in today, it was had a relatively manageable amount of people. He sat down on the bench next to the window, waiting to be seated.

@tinkerisms

#c: tatiana #this is terrible im so sorry #XD

“Look, kid,” Randall said, rolling his eyes at the guy wandering around the Scare Inc. lobby. “If you’re here about a customized experience, you have to talk to me. If you’re waiting for the ‘Five Night’s At Freddy’s’ experience, we don’t start until noon.”

@ofmikeyiisms

#c: mikey #hope this is okay!#its the best i could think of #since we already have the elle mikey thread #<3

barbpls

there weren’t many things that maryanne was secretive about. she was a pretty open book, easy to read when it came to emotions and the like. however, she kept her writing to herself, all of it, even the things she didn’t like all that much. writing was such a personal part of her, her dreams and her ideas and little pieces of her that no one else really needed to see. all of that was wrapped in a notebook, one that was thrown from her hands when she tripped over the lip of sidewalk. it - and her - hit the ground, the papers fluttering up and outward in a very movie-liked fashion. “ oh no, ”she whispered from her hands and knees, watching as they spread out and around, red flushing her cheeks. “ frick, frick frick… ” she started to gather what she could, slapping her hands down on different pieces of paper before they could take off. there were still quite a few pieces of her notebok left when the people started walking. she must’ve been at the end of a crosswalk, because suddenly there were lots of feet, and her anxiety was spiking, and her work was going to get ruined…

just as she reached for one of her pieces of paper, a foot stepped on it and didn’t move. pausing a moment to figure out just what to do, her instinct took over and she gently poked their foot. “ beep beep. ” what the hell was that, mary ? what are you, four ? “ could you move your foot, please ? it’s uh - its on my work. ” she looked up at them, red still deep-set in her round cheeks.

pike-everheart1

Randall would be lying if he said he hadn’t been watching the young woman for the better part of the past few months. From the second he saw her, he knew she was the kid. The kid. The one that ruined everything for him. Sure, Wazowski and Sullivan were the instigators of Randall’s fall from grace, but the kid started it by leaving the door in the first place.

He wanted her destroyed. He wasn’t sure how yet, but he knew he wanted her to pay. She might not remember what she did, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.

Plus, the bitch had tried to kill him with a baseball bat.

When he noticed her trip, he figured this was his chance. He didn’t have a plan yet, but befriending her would probably be a good first step. He walked over casually, pretending he hadn’t noticed her or the paper beneath his foot.

Convincingly, he lifted his foot and apologized. “Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” he began, going onto his knees to help her pick up other pieces of paper. “Didn’t see you, are you alright?”

#c: boo #i apologize for him #but also #IM WAY TOO EXCITED #XD