Work and coffee

If we're speaking you're most likely some sort of criminal. If not, that either means I'm not at work or interrogating you. Either way, I want all the information. [OC RP blog. Semi-selective but friendly. All kinds of NSFW are possible here] [Please refer to the rules and verses (WIP) before sending starters!] Tracking "sigalmoro"

[the-immortal-masochist]

All of these questions merely made Wallace smile more. He watched Sigal lock the door and chuckled, not feeling threatened in the slightest. 

“I was curious as to what the source of the blood smell I caught was.” replied the salt and pepper haired man as he took a couple steps sideways, that creepy smile still on his face.

He noticed Sigal’s eyes looking at the blood splatter on his shirt. “I did this myself. Well, I kept them like this since I received them.”

Wallace’s green eyes gleamed as he hooked a finger in his tattered shirt collar. “And revenge? Hah, I only kill those I am told you by my boss. I don’t have any reason to harm you.”

[sigal-moro]

Those were some extreme masochistic tendencies. “Well, if you happen to collapse because of the wounds, I’ll just let you know that you’ll be going straight out of the window. I don’t like keeping trash here.”

So this person was a killer like himself. If they had to fight then, he’d possibly prove to be a challenge. Not good, “And...what do you want of me now that you’ve found me? I am the source, naturally.”

Saying all of that, Sigal managed to keep his expression natural, as he was going around his usual routine, barely registering Wallace’s presence by anything but his speech.

[sigal-moro]

ask-the-immortal-masochist:

Wallace smiled at Sigal. “Mmm, I was taking a walk and caught the scent of blood that wasn’t my own.” The man eyed Sigal, his bright green orbs looking him over.

“And the blood you smell is mine,… maybe some others….” he chuckled, smiling wider. “It could be both.”

“I take it confronting me in my own house was the smartest thing you could think of.” Sigal frowned, motioning to lock the front door, but in way not to lose sight of his ‘visitor’. If this guy wanted to attack him, it was definitely not a smart move to target a predator like him, and the male smelling so strongly of his own gore had to know what kind of person Sigal was, since he could smell it too. He was very likely his own kind, trained and raised on this smell.

“I clean...whatever happens here, regularly. I’m surprised you could catch any traces, honestly.” the male passed Wallace with faux composure, loosening his tie and opening his shirt slightly like he always would once coming home, his usual routine. “What are you here for, exactly? Who are you?”

His own blood, huh? Really, if Sigal looked closely he could see red splatters on the white shirt, placed really oddly, and the blood didn't seem to be dry so the wounds had to be placed there recently or...were still open.

“Did you cut yourself? Or did someone else do that for you?” mind spoken aloud, the man’s gaze followed a path up Wallace’s body to his eyes, studying him, still. He was odd, seemed off. His reasoning wouldn’t open up to Sigal, who’d rather expect someone related to one of his victims, or a police officer finally being able to trace him...than a guy almost split open for the whole world to see, “If you’re here for vengeance, I’m afraid it was a really bad idea to show up in this state.”

Still, as perplexed as Sigal seemed, nothing in his appearance gave out the confused state. He was as calm as he was before he opened the door to see the bloodied man.

[sigal-moro]

Mmm, you're an odd one aren't you... I get the feeling you like hurting people...

“Now who might you be?” Sigal would recognize this smell from anywhere, it seemed like it resembled his own being by now, so much had his hands and body been soaked with it over the years, “...You smell of blood. Strongly.”

The man watched the stranger curiously, but cautiously, not daring to approach, “What are you doing in my house?”

[sigal-moro]

This blog is currently being fucking remade into an independent OC RP blog ayy

I will keep FNAF Sigal along with a few other AUs maybe

Maybe

[thoughtfullyqualitydonut]

He went into the prize corner, looking around for the puppet, but he couldn't see it. "How the hell do you summon this thing?" He asked himself, rubbing his face in annoyance.

[sigal-moro]

The prize box was closed and its owner seemed to be inside as its strings poked out of the small opening on the top. To summon the puppet one probably had to bring it some tickets, luckily the children playing around had some they had won in the arcade.

[twinesarepullingme-blog]

The Devil you (Don't) know(Closed rp with Purple-man-Sigal)

[twinesarepullingme-blog]

A childish DISTORTED giggle comes from the Puppet as it winds it’ arm around the guard, tightening around his torso like a boa constrictor. It was a tight squeeze, but NOT a fatal one, just tight enough to dismay any thoughts of escape….

"I̶̛͟ ҉w̴͟͠o̸͟͢u̷̢͡l̶d̷ǹ͠’͡t͟ ̧d͢͡o ̷t̨͟͝h̶̸a҉̡t̷͜ if͘͝ ̛͠I̡ ̛w͏̵͢e҉r̴̷e̡͝ y̴͟o̸u͝.̨͏.̵̀.̛́.͡͞"̡͜͡

The Marionette’s tone is mocking, barely restraining the hatred the puppet felt towards this man…

[sigal-moro]

Sigal froze, swallowing hard as he watched the animatronic trap him even further. For a brief moment he wondered what really the animatronics did to those they caught. Undeniably this was a death sentence, but how bad would it be?

The male forced himself not to tremble, trying to at least look like he wasn't terrified. The sweat on his forehead and the quickened pulse however were giving his panicked state away.

The night watch nodded, indicating that he wouldn't struggle as he frantically looked for ways to escape. Tearing the puppet off himself would be a challenging task to say at least-

[thoughtfullyqualitydonut]

"I don't want them either, I don't chauffeur." He fixed his hair a bit and walked away from Sigal, a if he had not been soaking with him. "Where if that puppet?" He poked into the prize corner, "It doesn't know me, hopefully that's enough."

[sigal-moro]

Sigal remained standing on his post, he couldn't help but feel unnerved. Unless Alec acted really stupid which he believed wouldn't happen, he'd be fine, Normally the man wouldn't care about anyone but the prospect of the other man dying was reminding him of his own mortality- and Sigal surely didn't want to die anytime soon.

He kept an eye on Alec as he went to the prize corner, not having an idea of what his counterpart wanted from the puppet.

[thoughtfullyqualitydonut]

"I highly doubt even I can figure out dimensional travel in a mere day, let alone a shift that I would think is half over." His voice was almost monotone, preoccupied by the subject of his speech. "You say you also have a puppet? Perhaps I should speak with it." He opened the door carefully, stepping out. "I think that's a good first step."

[sigal-moro]

"You could try. I'm not coming close to that thing though." Sigal made sure his uniform was in order and opened the door, slipping out and tugging his counterpart along. He lead him out quickly to the main room, making sure no other employees saw them. The prize corner was a little bit away.

"Once you're done just wait for me at one of the tables, I'm sorry but I don't trust you enough to lend you the keys from my car just yet." The man explained, taking his post.

[thoughtfullyqualitydonut]

"A few adjustments and I'm as much an employee as you are, does phone keep track of everything? I could easily slip into the payroll if not." Alec still walked toward the door. "I'm sure he can't keep up with everything."

[sigal-moro]

"Scott keeps track of everyone. If he doesn't know you that means you most likely don't work here. He greets all day shifters personally and leaves messages for everyone who works during night shift. Everyone goes past him or I wouldn't have known him sooner. He worries about competency a bit too much..." Sigal grumbled softly, sighing, "But I mean it's his job to make sure the workers are competent or his own salary would be in danger, the boss is such a bitch."

"If you can't figure your probem out by the end of the shit I can take you home. I live alone and I have a free coach to crash on-"

[thoughtfullyqualitydonut]

"A very small, wicked thing." Yet again they agreed, not that Alec minded. "It did something to me, both bodily and I believe spiritually. I think it removed me, as knave as it sounds, from my place and tried to place me here, or elsewhere. Tried to rid the world of my existence." It hadn't quite worked, the thought made him snicker. "If only it knew it had only helped me."

[sigal-moro]

"That sounds out of this world." Sigal mused, "I wonder if this version of the puppet can do this sort of thing-" the male thought aloud, "In any case, you're welcome to stay until you can figure out how to come back to where you've come from. You will have to leave to the main room though because you're technically not allowed to be in here-"

[thoughtfullyqualitydonut]

"Well, I do remember that damn puppet. Never did enjoy it... - the music box stopped and I was unfortunate enough to meet it during the dead hour. After I remember nothing, I know I'm not dead, we should both know that." He paced a bit, trying to remember. "I assumed that I had simply been asleep during my shift, unusual but not impossible. Then I saw a familiar face~"

[sigal-moro]

"That's weird. So- you were alive... so how come are you here..?" Sigal blinked. He just didn't understand it, "Maybe if we knock you out- I'm kidding, that's a really stupid idea."

The puppet though, "Ugh, I understand you. It's a nasty thing. One of the reasons I moved to the day shift. Its eyes were always haunting me like it knew me and wanted me gone. I prefer not to approach the prize corner-"

[sigal-moro]

Timelines will be listed as follows:

1. Main verse

Family Diner (in which Sigal is still married or has just got divorced, the FNAF 2 death minigame murder also takes place there)  -> 

Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria before murder -> 

Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria after murder (a coworker is framed, he continues working there) -> 

The events during and after FNAF 1 including the ones featured in FNAF 3 -> 

Post death aka being Springtrap

2. Death by the marionette aka the marionette's puppet verse

An AU in which Sigal gets murdered by the marionette and gets made into its puppet. Happens somewhere during the events of FNAF 1

[sigal-moro]

A tiny announcement

Upon the events of FNAF 3 Sigal's backstory will be altered. Nothing before the day of murder will be changed but most probably the rest will be different up to the point of his death and further. I will also create a verse/timeline page with Springtrap verse included so at some point I might RP as Springtrap.

The default verse I'm using is before the murder verse so no RPs will be affected by the story change at this point of time.

[thoughtfullyqualitydonut]

"Well all I’m sure about is that it’s connected to this place." he looked slightly annoyed at the other. "I understand that I just popped in, and gave you a good time, but I would think the prospect of a universe where you don’t exist, and thus can do as you please to whom you please, would interest you a bit more." Alec knew it interested him greatly, who wasn’t dead? Who was? 

[sigal-moro]

"Don't get me wrong baby, I'm thrilled-" Sigal chuckled, fixing his clothes some before he approached Alec, "I would love to go there but- I just really don't know how this works. I'm not uninterested at all I'm just...confused we could say."

The male approached the door and unlocked it, giving a look outside to see if someone was there or if someone was looking for him. The children were still in the main room and no one seemed to roam where they weren't permitted. The guard closed the door again, "Alright. Do we have any leads? I mean...Do you know how you ended up on his side?"

[twinesarepullingme-blog]

The Devil you (Don't) know(Closed rp with Purple-man-Sigal)

[twinesarepullingme-blog]

Seeing the Guard in its grasp, The Marionette smiles, other hand quickly reaching to grab Sigal’s neck.

"̵͟͜G̛҉̷͘ó̡͘t̴̸̢͜͞ć̷h̕͞a̢̕͘͝҉!͝"̸̴

[sigal-moro]

Shit.

He didn't know how the puppet operated. It was unlike the other animatronics which you could manipulate and even wear if you really wanted but this was different. He didn't even know how to turn it off.

Panic washed over the security guard as his throat got locked in a firm grasp of the thin hand and the male attempted to jerk away once again only to strain his neck, "F-fuck-" he gasped, trying to breath and not black out from panic.

[giaru-deactivated20180615]

Here goes a better photo of off work Sigal ovo

He basically dresses around this way when he’s not working, usually in black and purple or black and red

[sigal-moro]

My hat squinted at signal with eyes saying 'they're too young-' I grinned "sight cool. Gory movies or comedy?"

But making out was fun enough to him.

"Ehh- horror. If possible." Sigal pondered, "I really like those, especially when jumpscares aren't the main way to scare the viewer."