#ask-funsized-whitty

[ask-updike-tgg]

suddenly, the door to updike's cell slides open, and there stands itty bitty and carol. whitty looks- real out of breath. "we're... *huff* we're here to get you out!!"

Updike's head turns to the two, his eyes still wide in guilt and horror, completely and utterly speechless. "you're alive..." He breathed out, tears pricking his eyes. His bloodied, weak form trembled from his injuries and mental strain. "y-you actually came to get me..."

A mature, female voice cut in through a speaker, hissing out an "If you let him out of that cell, I will get ALL of you killed!"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

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[ask-whitmore-fnf]

he runs down the alleyway, tears in his eyes. he looks like he took a tumble, with marks and bruises on him. he stops in front of whitty, taking sharp breaths. "whitty... they- they got him. they got big guy!!"

Despite being in ballistic mode, his expression seemed to soften slightly as he noticed the smaller Whitty, changing from pure rage to extreme concern.

They got Big Guy? How the fuck did they get him this time? Especially considering he seemed to be even fucking larger now. How the hell did they get him?

Whitty wanted so badly to help...

...but not now. Not while he was like this. The kid wasn't safe while he was like this. He wasn't gonna end up hurting them.

Immediately, he ran.

[fridaymusefunk]

“Finally, a Whitty that’s mad short!” She joked.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

I'm just gonna hand you this lil guy

"i love them,,,"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

little boi. smol boi. precious boi. *pat the bomb*

"d'aww!! thank you!"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

A knock comes at the door! Who will answer it? Whitty, or Carol? [Your answer may or may not influence what happens 😉] -☁

"whitty, can you get that please?" carol asked from the kitchen. "sure, carol!" whitty gets up from the mess of toys he was playing with on the floor and walks up to the door, and opens it. after looking up to see gabriel updike him-fucking-self, he panics and just- slams the door on his face. carol is startled by the slam of the door, and looks up to see whitty leaning his entire body on the door, trying to keep it closed. he looks scared. "who was that, whitty?" carol put down what she was doing and started to walk over to him. whitty just looks up at carol, scared for his life. whitty could only respond with one word. "him."

[ask-whitmore-fnf]

"whitty??? what happened??" he runs over, gripping the taller whitty's jacket. "are you okay? please tell me you're okay."

“K-KID?!”

“H-Hey- it’s okay. I’m gonna be okay. Don’t worry about me.” He gently pats the smaller Whitty on the head.

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