#;aaron

[audaciiae]

@stillandsilentheart

The animatronics get a little quirky at night might be an understatement. There's a reason why all the staff packs up and leaves as quick as they can at the end of the day. The night guard called off. No one really cares and maybe it's better that way. Aaron doesn't like people anyways. Not like he used to.

Still, there's the sound of glass breaking, shuffling around as someone falls into the pizzeria. He peeks his head out from the Cove, Foxy doing the same. When the stranger steps inside, the Cove lights up, Foxy launching into his welcome speech. It sounds wrong, though, words mixed with intermittent sobbing and sounding like a child's voice mixes with its own. Aaron doesn't like strangers. That's what got him into this mess in the first place.

"GO AWAY," he shouts through Foxy, the curtains flying open to reveal...only the animatronic. Seemingly so anyways. "It's dangerous. You shouldn't be here."

[ericbrandonrp]

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"Sup, bitch, make me a sandwich."

Aaron looks at his brother, his lips drawn into a rather thin and unimpressed line as he looks the other up and down. Was Jack on drugs? Did Jack need to see a Doctor? (Wait, no, there were two doctors in this house and one of them couldn’t provide medical help properly and the other forgot practically everything he knew, so scratch that).

“You have hands, make one yourself.” He says, his tone low and unhappy with his brother at the moment-- maybe he’s just in a bad mood today.

[audaciiae]

okay okay so heres my Lore so far for foxys spirit (please...this is EXTREMELY canon divergent so dont boo me)

his name is aaron connolly, son of killian and eva connolly, irish immigrants who moved to the states a few years before he was born

foxy was always his favorite animatronic from the start. he had an ungodly amount of foxy plushes and toys. his parents thought they were doing a good thing by throwing his 7th birthday party at the pizzeria, but that day would only bring pain and suffering. it was during his birthday party that he and his friends were killed by william and subsequently stuffed into the animatronics

aaron harbors a LOT of guilt from this. this guilt turns into rage and sorrow, hence why foxy is the most aggressive animatronic after the murders

while he is stuck physically as a 7 year old boy, he still seems to mentally age to a degree, which its definitely hell on earth to be trapped in a childs body while your mind progresses. he can OCCASIONALLY present himself as the age he actually is, but this requires a lot of energy and effort that he doesnt typically have.

aaron, and thus foxy, stay behind the curtains at pirates cove majority of the time. he doesnt like being perceived. he doesnt think hes worthy of anyones time or attention.

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@thosedirtygrifters​ cont. from (X)

“Tomorrow….” Aaron did his very best to impersonate the other man’s words, deepening his voice a little and pulling on a frown —– then he snorted — and giggling for crying out loud — “Ye’ can tell ‘em tomorrow, Aaron, naugh — naughty!”

In the attempt of shifting round the couch, he’d miraculously kicked off his shoes, sending them flying in opposite directions. He huffed and puffed, still making himself laugh at something stupid, then, “You — y’know — I, ahh … I really like what you’ve done w’ this … this place…” Aaron’s hand finally found what he’d been eyeing up. A stuffed toy. A pink unicorn. He pulled it up for Eric to see and flashed him a goofy raise of brows. “Yours?”

“Naughty...” Eric agreed tiredly, and as Aaron turned his back on him, the thief allowed himself to roll his eyes. Wonderful. Three children in his house, under one roof; at least two of them were asleep already - and he really wanted to keep it that way. If they woke up and realized Uncle Aaron was there, then all hell would break loose...

The thief slumped down on an armchair across from Aaron, watching the man carefully. He was even worse than the twins. “Yes, Aaron, tha’s moine. Tha’s Mister Puffle-Snuffle, if ye really wanna know. I’m sure yer niece will allow ye to cuddle with him. Ye wanna sleep on the sofa, or the bed?”

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He had never seen a body so skinny, so malnourished before in his entire life. When William had informed him of the newly-revived townie he had at least expected the magic to have worked a little more intensively to make sure the person had longer than a week to get their life back properly. Aaron shudders to think what would have become of Adrian if he hadn’t been directed to him.

There is little time for thought, the first thing he does is grabs a glass of water and a deep spoon, and prepares a can of soup on the side fully ready to be heated up if the poor guy could swallow. He’s worried the other will have to go onto an IV drop, but with any luck the transporter could legitimately swallow. The other’s muscles were just as bad, thin legged, thin arms, he’s surprised the other had even managed to walk there.

Adrian was, quite frankly, very lucky to be alive.

He places a bit of the water on the spoon- not enough to choke the other, but enough to wet his mouth and entice his reflex, and presses it to Adrian’s lips.

“Sorry, I’d let you do it yourself but you can’t waste any more energy than you already have. Open up.” It’s all he can manage as a soft, displeased look morphs subtly on his face... poor guy.

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