#bullybon

[rceway]

to say today had been exhausting would be an understatement. while roxy loved the extra attention she received today, having to be the star of TWO different birthday parties nearly back to back, it still piled up with her usual routines. and now, with the dark settled in outside, she felt like a nice night of relaxation would be in order. even with her power now standing at a mere.... hmm.

POWER LEVEL STATUS: 28.4%

yeah, that. sure, she could just go walk inside her charging station and simply wake up the next day, but after the day she's had, she wants at least a little time to herself tonight. she deserved it, after all. she carried today's activities! and so. there she is, kicking back on her comfy couch, listening to the speakers overhead of rockstar row's cozy tune.

" 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝙨𝙤 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘙𝘰𝘹𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪-𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰. "

a hand to her chest.

" 𝘖𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪… 𝘩𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘩. "

surely, nothing could ruin this moment. her bandmates all powered down, the pizzaplex closed for the night, she had all this time, this moment... to herself.

// starter for @bullybon ! //

[bravevolunteer-a]

@bullybon asked: “can i kiss you?” enjoy unprompted tjmichael <3 // gay people! in my inbox!

THE SUDDENNESS OF THE QUESTION does nothing to change how much it makes the moment shift— at least, Michael's world comes to a stop, his expression shifting to one of pure ease around his best friend to wide-eyed surprise. Nothing was any different. They were hanging out as they ALWAYS have ( usually causing some sort of problem for anyone ELSE who might be around, but he and T.J. have been messing around alone this time ), Michael left trying his best attempts at ignoring the way his heart picks up around the other. Not that it's at all easy, the feeling that any casual brush of hands or mischievous smiles or comfortable calm sends through his mind has become too loud to ignore. Michael told himself he would anyway. He's never been all that good at listening.

It only strikes him after a few moments how T.J. might take the silence. Michael staring dumbfounded isn't doing either of them any good ( though he can't help that all he can focus on is the quick pounding in his chest, the slight heat that's risen to his face, and how much he really wants to say yes ). "You- what?" It doesn't make sense, Michael had been... so entirely sure admitting to any of all that he leaves buried would send them spiraling into ruin, and here T.J. is, asking so casually.

"I mean—" Another wrong response before ( when will he not fuck something up? ), Michael does his best to recover from the shock as he tries to correct it. "—yeah. Yeah, yes. You..." Glance to his lips, before he meet's T.J.'s eyes again— words were never his strong suit— and nods.

[ahsterism-aa]

“michael- i gotta know this. you’re not one of those brits who eat beans on toast are you?” michael your love life is in the balance this is LIFE OR DEATH-

@bullybon // go brit boy go

“HOW MANY TIMES do I hafta tell ya- no! Any poor airhead who thinks that shit seems appetizing isn’t totally right in the head, I’m telling you. Pretty much one of the only cool things my old man’s ever done is not feed us cold beans on fucking bread, or whateva’ the hell it is. If anything’s in balance it’s you assumin’ I’d eat this crap! Seriously, man, what did I do ‘ta you? I’m hurt.” Of course he makes it even more dramatic.

[funbonded]

The perfect excuse to play judge, jury and executioner. How could he not take that opportunity into his own hand. Grip tightening onto the teenager’s collar at the scruff of the neck. He slung him around like meat hanging from a hook at the butcher’s shop. Lifting the teen to his eye level. Cold, cruel plasticine blues trained on the boy’s youthful gaze.

Ƒ Ƒ｡ - ･:*:･ﾟ★, ❝ Well, well, well if it isn’t Tyler Johnson Jones. Where are your silly, little friends? ❞ He growls out from his speaker. Somehow the sound still teetered on playful. There was not really much height between them but that never stopped the sadistic panda. Now Funfred was no fool. He always studied his victims before going in for the kill. Without warning he slammed the teenager to the ground, holding him down with his foot while he looked for the boy’s arson. His spray-paints. 

He started singing in his shrill, manic voice. ❝ Bunny bunny bunny you’re so funny with your twitchy nose! ❞ At that he poked the teen’s nose tossing aside his spray cans. 

Ƒ Ƒ｡ - ･:*:･ﾟ★, ❝ It’s a crying shame that Bonbon doesn’t come with me on these endeavours! They would have loved you! Because they’re a rabbit and I mean…who doesn’t like rabbits, right? ❞ There’s something dangerous in his eyes, his foot forcing down harder into the boy’s stomach. ❝ I know what you’re thinking? Why is this animatronic so intelligent! Well that’s simple, carrot stick! I’m not like the others. I’m me. I’m not like Freddy Fazbear and I’m not like anyone who came before or after me. I’m me. And you’re you. And me being me and you being you;…I’m going to have to kill you. Nothing personal, carrot cake! I do it just for fun! But if the accused is guilty of something? Say crimes against humanity! Well that’s just a bonus for everyone else if you were dead now, isn’t it? ❞

/ ❥ @bullybon​​ 

[doomedfate]

@bullybon​ liked for a glamrock bonnie starter.

“so.” bonnie begins, quietly still getting used to his arms as he moves them around, “what made you so confident you could fix up a random animatronic in the basement anyway?” he questions, he’s very grateful he did, but call him curious why he was so confident that him & a few other kids could do it no problem. “you could say i’m curious.”

[ahsterism-aa]

@bullybon​ asked: i don’t want you to be alone. ( 4 michael lol ) // misc angst starters

    NEVER COULD MICHAEL FIND THE WORDS to describe the unimaginable pain gnawing at his chest, guilt gripping him by the throat and squeezing until he chokes on it: snap— the SICKENING sound that keeps on repeating itself in his head, stuck on endless rewind. He can’t face silence without hearing the sound of crushed skull, can’t close his eyes without the memory of Evan’s body hanging limp opposite him, can’t look at his hands without seeing the blood, so much fucking blood, his brother’s blood- his BABY BROTHER’S BLOOD who he always thought was such a coward and treated so terribly ‘cause of his own stupid problems and would give anything to just go back and FIX IT now. Shame sits heavy on his shoulders, a gaping remorseful black hole between his ribs where a good heart should be— he already murdered his brother, how many people will he end up destroying and leaving in its wake? 

         Michael realizes now, he had no right to call Evan a coward. Not when he was always afraid too, not when he was always grasping at fucking straws for a crumb of acknowledgment only to become more of a disappointment than ever. He’s the real failure, isn’t he? 

  And there’s that fear, spiking the moment Tyler reaches out to him— his friend, the exact person he should let himself lean on, but... Michael has dragged him into enough already. It was his god damn idea, after all, UNFAIR to pull the others into its horrible outcome, what right does he have to hold them to that? How could he DESERVE anything but being alone right now? 

  “Uh...” is all he musters up at first, just glancing towards T.J. from where he’s sat hunched, sinking into himself ( the gang’s de facto leader has never looked so small ). Gaze tears away shortly, though, arms tightly pulled around his middle. “It’s whatever, man, really. I- ...I’ve caused enough shit already, stop involvin’ yourself in my mess more than I already made you. Besides, I don-” He doesn’t deserve it. “M’fine. I’ll be fine, I...” He’s shaking again, his eyes, burn, shit, he can’t do this- “Fuck, T, look after yourself for once, will you?” 

[bravevolunteer-a]

@bullybon asked: ⚡ (fingie waves at you) // festive scenarios

⚡: for our muses to lose power in the middle of a snow storm

"SHIT," Michael curses the moment the lights go dim, the low buzz of the room's lights and television disappearing to make way for the sounds of the still raging snow storm outside. They PLANNED on spending the day out in the snow: rounding up the rest of their friends, throwing it at each other, and wrecking havoc, but that possibility is looking less likely now that they're effectively shut inside and without power. They video game they decided to pass the time with instead now sits useless, and Michael scowls. They both tend to hang out anywhere but their houses: he isn't used to spending this much time inside with T.J., and though the reason is far from because of the other, he still doesn't really like the thought of it.

"This is bullshit-" He groans, a little childish ( he was already on edge when their plans were thrown off and they were ushered in! ), getting up to stare out the window. "You still think this is too bad to go out in?" He asks, as if it didn't just take out the power. "I bet we'd be fine. It's not like there's anything else to do in here all day."

[bravevolunteer-a]

@bullybon // short starter call !

"HEY T.J.," Mischievous grin as Michael holds up the can of spray paint, shaking it to grab the other's attention. "Guess what I grabbed earlier?" Complete with multiple different colors ( that he is not yet old enough to purchase legally, but it's not like he just stole them either— it's fine! ), he tosses the blue one to T.J. "Y'wanna find something to use 'em on with me?"