#cantfixyou

[yellowpuppet]

★。／@cantfixyou​＼。★ Continued  

Awh. Shame about the Jammy Dodgers and Jaffcakes.  ❝ What about crisps? ❞ As he pads out of the door he looks up towards her.  He scratched his head as Charlie spoke, not so sure what a Baozi was but upon hearing it had chocolate in it and was likely sweet he seemed more enthusiast.  ❝ HuH! Ok! ❞  He ran towards the kitchen.

⋆ ★  ❝ Yum-yum! ❞ He knows what chocolate tastes like and he can already test it though he is yet to learn what all the other bits goes into this newfound snack.

[bravevolunteer-a]

@cantfixyou asked: ❝ fuck you, man. i didn’t ask for this. ❞ ( from the last of us prompts? 👀 ) // the last of us starters

DID ANY OF THEM? Did anyone who ever even simply stepped foot in one of these restaurants ever ask for what came of it all? From the children barely involved to the underpaid employees to the victims to the two families at the start of it all... the blood soaking every restaurant hidden behind banners and birthday decorations has never been kind to anyone since the first accident. Michael KNOWS that, but she makes him stall in his words anyway. It's true, that neither of them asked for the way this place has stained them... but there is an unequivocal difference that separates Michael from the rest. He deserves it.

Blood remains on his hands, forever sewn into the decayed cracks of his palms. He shouldn't even be talking with her. Keep himself separate, never let them see too much of everything. If he has to be an asshole to keep her off his tracks, so be it.

He seems to jolt back into his body ( hah, it hasn't been his for years ), shrugging his shoulders as he avoids her gaze. "You're still here, though. You know you could quit any time if you hate it so much, right?" Maybe the night guard shouldn't be endorsing other employees to quit, but really, she'd be better off if she did. "If neither of us want to be here, there's no reason for you to get yourself involved in whatever doesn't get you your paycheck."

[fantasywritten]

@cantfixyou (continued from here)

HE DIDN’T SPEAK UP OFTEN; he had never been good with words, even back when he’d been a human. He didn’t have many memories of that anymore, but every now and then, he’d run into an old drawing of his, and it would bring him right back. It was scary, and he didn’t like it. But he’d gotten more used to it than before, so he just dealt with it.

But something about BEING A WOLF gave him… almost some type of sixth sense. He could smell changes in the air, changes in emotions. He was always told that dogs could smell fear, and he knew for a fact that it was true now. He’d smelled it probably a thousand times over by this point, but the scent was EXTRA STRONG right now, so strong that Boris hadn’t even thought about it before reaching for her hand.

He wanted to protect her. She deserved protection. Charlie was his FRIEND, one of the only friendly creatures in this godforsaken studio. She was GOOD. She could save them… she could save them all. He would protect her at all costs. He smiled a little as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze back.

“I’m okay.” His voice, as usual, was quiet and shy, words spoken meekly, barely above a whisper. He was afraid of being overheard — by the Searchers, by the Lost Ones, but most of all, BY BENDY HIMSELF. If he was overheard, it could put them BOTH in danger. He looked down at their hands, then back at Charlie’s face. “Are you okay?”

[finalsurvivorgrp]

@cantfixyou​ asked ❝ you have dark circles under your eyes … ❞ ( from the sleep askcmeme, for the muse of your choice! )

“This is how I’ve always looked when I don’t have makeup on under my eyes, I promise that it’s not that bad,” Maria said with a laugh, but she knew that she was lying through her teeth. Her inability to sleep had been an issue since everything that had happened to her. It was something that she often chose to ignore, until she was at a point where she was so sick from lack of sleep that she couldn’t do anything else but give in. If only she hadn’t seen some of her dearest loved ones die while they were asleep, and hadn’t dealt with her own frightening adventure into the dream world. “I promise that you don’t have to worry about me,” she said, smiling as she looked over at her. She wanted to assure her that there wasn’t anything to worry about. Although she probably did need someone to worry about her.

[fazbear-security]

@cantfixyou (cont from here)

“It’s big, it’s cold, and no-one can hear you scream in it.” Mike replied with a cheeky smile of his own. He knew a decent amount about space, between his favorite space-set shows from childhood and his sister’s budding fascination with constellations, but the joke made a good opening for Charlie to elaborate. There was no faster way to learn than listening to someone passionate talk about their favorite topic, after all...

And after he’d made her sit through his musical choices for hours three and four of the drive, he owed her a captive audience.

[inkmchine]

shadows move like water, ebbing && flowing in time with the MONSTER'S LUNGS. slinking up the walls && pooling around his hooved feet. he makes no effort to REMOVE himself from the puddle. he finds COMFORT in the substance that now covers his hulking figure. for a second he forgets about the weariness in his chest. allowing himself to relax ( it almost reminds him of home ).

the demon stiffens. A VOICE broke the relaxation. hesitant, but tender in the way they call for his attention. something felt FAMILIAR about the voice, something that he couldn't quite place his finger on. who was this? bendy turned his head to look. a GURGLED noise leaving him upon spotting the woman. takes a minute for him to recognize who this was, his vision BLURRED from the ink spilling down. charlie. friend, guardian.

there's a squelch when he moves. too long limbs moving through the ink with ease, stepping over the remains of what used to be a LOST ONE. ❝ You... ❞ he rumbled, gaze unmoving from her face ( even if he hardly sees her ). ❝ You shouldn't have come here. ❞ not now, not while he looked so monstrous; a far cry from his typical ADORABLE cartoon visage. he didn't want her to see why he is rightfully feared.

@cantfixyou continued

[funbonded]

✟ Ƒ Ƒ｡✟ -   ❝   OOooooh  don’t  be  that  way!  You’ve  got  love  the  classics!  ❞    If  it  isn’t  evident  by  the  ever  so  crazed  look  in  his  eyes;  he’s  enjoying  this.    ❝ I  know  I  do.   ❞    .  He  may  have  accidentally  been  a  bad  show  man  and  repeated  a  line  twice  to  many.  Call  it  excitement.  He  always  brought  all  of  his  energy  to  this  show.  If  she  managed  to  escape?  It  would  irk  him  some  and  yet  GLASS  HALF  FULL;  he’d  be  able  to  apprehend  her  all  over  again.

Still  he  turns  the  voltage  up  a  notch  just  for  a  little  added  heat.    ❝   Ooops  too  late,  French  Fry.  And  you  really  are  going  to  FRY ❞     He  did  notice  the  wobbling,  a  small  scowl  on  his  face.  He’d  better  fry  her  quick  and  get  it  over  with  before  she  finds  any  way  out.

There  was  not  much  he  could  do  from  out  here  aside  from  take  action  if  the  little  weasel  did  some  how  pop  and  go.  No.  He  would  have  to  be  careful  the  voltage  didn’t  interfere  with  HIMSELF  if  that  happened.  

Funtime  Freddy  was  one  of  the  scarce  few    animatronics  here  who  refused  to  use  the  charging  station.He  found  other  means  to  charge  himself.  Suppose  it  was  really  projecting  all  this  encasing  people  within  such  a  confine  space  filled  with  electrical  currents  surging  through  them. 

✟ Ƒ Ƒ｡✟ -   ❝   What  will  you  do  now,  pet?  Tell  me  how  it  feels.  Do  you  feel  all  the  electricity  cooking  your  brain  yet?  I  hope  you  didn’t  think  I’d  make  this  easy  for  you  after  our  little  talk  about  you  being  a  hero.  Why  you  can’t  expect  to  be  the  hero  without  someone  who  intends  to  make  it  difficult  for  you  to  do  your  job,  little  lamb.  No.  I  think  I  made  my  word  clear  last  time.  I  won’t  kill  you.  I’ll  just  mangle  you  until  you  beg  me  to  finish  the  job.  You  can’t  do  anything  about  those  souls,  face  it,  my  dear.  It’s  not  in  your  control.  It’s  all  arbitrary  whether  this  encounter  kills  you,  despite  my  intentions  to  torture  you,  or  not  is  out  of  my  control,  really.  It  depends  on  whether  you  get  lucky.  It  makes  no  odds  to  me  whether  you  die  now  or  later.    ❞  

✗ @cantfixyou​​   ✗  c o n t  i  n  u  e  d

[diurnarius]

x || @cantfixyou​ asked: it’s like i can’t process it, all the violence. ( from the last final girl meme! )

        Tongue snakes past to wet lips, the slightest of twitches occurs at the edge of brows, head tilts. The words are there, perched underneath her chin and ready to be unearthed. But just like everything else, and every other time, she has to overthink the delivery. 

        “I don’t think it’s meant to processed.” She compares it to something else, the other emotions that root from violence. Grief, anger, sorrow: gateways. “You create a box, a container, smaller-- so that it fits in with the same one you made for trauma. And you just... make space.” A drop of her gaze, a flash of a grin as a breath of a laugh pushes past teeth. “I’m sorry, that was a wordy way of saying you learn to compartmentalize.”