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An exploration of hands

The shadows draped my room with curtains of darkness

I carved out your name in the lines of your fingertips

And felt the shudder that crawled from your spine to mine

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Well...

I find it kinda funny.

When I’m on my Facebook group, if I don’t respond in time I get spammed constantly - even though I’ve stated before I sorta have a hectic life. When I’m on here, I get shown a little respect and you guys back off a bit. When I’m on facebook I get messages like ‘kill urself bastard’ ‘go die’ ‘im going to kill u’

When I’m on here you guys understand this is a RP blog that I want to have fun with, and that I don’t want constant death messages. 

No wonder I’ve been more active on here than Facebook, huh. Event though the facebook audience is much bigger, theres A LOT more literate members that enjoy holding a nice RP with me, and I’d love to do more RP’s. I’m always open, don’t think that because I’m not responding it’s because I hate you. I’m just... Tired... A lot.  Thanks for making me smile, everyone. 

(P.S. I know a lot of the death messages are directed towards the character I play, but it’s never a fun thing to see... Especially when I absolutely love this guy. he brought so much mystery and intrigue to the series. FNAF wouldn’t be the same without him. :) )

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Mx. Michael I am in love with you

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It Suits You, Don’t You Think? (Michaenry)

“Oh. There you are.”

Michael’s blonde curls spilled his shoulder, disappearing into the the sea of fabric that surrounded him. Henry had found many strange spaces within the Corridors, but he did not think a closet, a quite crowded one at that, would be amongst the twisting and winding halls and rooms. The Spiral avatar cackled and grinned.

“Why hello there, little puppet. I’m surprised you found me.”

“I think I’m starting to get a feel for the place. It’d be easier if you stopped with the meadow rooms.”

“Ohhh but they are lovely, aren’t they? You liked the wildflowers.”

“Yes. The first time. The twentieth romp through a field makes it lose its charm.”

“A pity. The lavender was so hard to find.”

“Why do you have a closet?”

The tall being chuckled. “Did you think that I merely conjure up my wardrobe?”

“Yes. It’s within your capabilities.”

“I suppose it is. Nowhere near as fun. Come, come. Feel this. You can’t make something this nice with mere imagination.”

“I’d argue you could, but I’ll indulge you. Swirling scoundrel.” Henry sighed and scooted closer to Michael, his touch like static, like the brush of tiny invisible hairs. It was almost feline-like, in a funny way. 

The receptionist grabbed a hold of the article he stretched towards them; it appeared to be some sort of jacket constructed out of smooth fur. Tiny patterns were cut into it like a corduroy texture. As his fingers passed over it, he shivered. It was inhumanly soft. “Oh, gods.”

“See? I doubt I could replicate such a divine piece. Oh...I think I might wear it today.”

“Wasn’t aware you had plans.”

“I never have plans.”

“Liar.”

“Heh.” Michael ran his long fingers over the coat again. “Mm, actually, this might look better on you.”

“Me? Mikey, I don’t think-”

“Nonsense, I insist. You are always going on about how much you love my ensembles. Let me dress you up.”

“Dear lord. You’re really treating me like a doll, aren’t you?”

Michael gave a pitiful look. “You don’t want me to?”

“...I suppose it’s alright.”

“Brilliant. Oh, I have so many ideas. You are going to make Mike want to leap from the heavens when you arrive.”

“How’d you know I was- Michael. You’ve been spying again, haven’t you?”

“I couldn’t help myself. It was so hard to stay away.”

“You’re lucky it was him and not Ger. He’d kill you.”

“I’m more shocked he hasn’t yet. We really should have a chat.”

“Horrid idea.”

“I have reason to think otherwise. I think he’d be...quite fond of me, actually.”

“I- yeah, he would be now that I think about it.”

“He’d certainly like this place. I can see him amongst the leathers now.”

“Don’t go getting any ideas now.”

“I would never~” “Now then. Go on, try this on. Oh, you are going to look so wonderful.” Michael sighed dreamily. Henry could no longer hold back a smitten smile.

“You’re wonderful.”

“Oh?” He dissolved into laughter, form contorting the tiniest bit, split ends curling up like the fronds of a fern. “Oh...I do hope you come back soon. It’s been awfully lonely.”

“I will. Promise.”

“I’ll hold you to that promise.” His tone dropped to something serious. “Now come out so I can see you.”

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Static Image (Michaenry)

The wallpaper was new. Gone was the elegant swirls and thin looping lines, instead the hall was coated with glossy geometric shapes in shades that burned the retinas. A stark contrast to plain flooring that emitted no sound as the researcher padded down the hallway and observed the decorations clustered amongst the busy pattern. Henry was not someone who found themself in awe of fine art or touched by images of historical events. There was a disconnect, a lack of familiarity, a lack of knowledge, a lack of interest- a lack of anything to elicit a emotional response to the subject being presented. Each painting, photograph, pressed flower, pinned insect, and embroidered hoop was given the same amount of thought as a plain sheet of paper taped to a wall.

But there was a mirror. Quite a few mirrors, it seemed. Most were hung in front of the lamps, reflecting the yellow glow onto the surface of the wall in smeared globules across the slick surface. The one Henry stared into had a plain frame, a few simple curled wires bent about it. His eyes trailed over the features of his face. Were they his features? Was any of his face his? He couldn’t remember. 

Where had the freckles that dappled the bridge of his nose come from? Had they always been there? Or were they an addition like the glasses he had stolen from the librarian? Or the greasy ginger locks that fell in limp ringlets like the body of the man he had met at the pub? Or the slant of cheekbone he had seen on a saddened individual on the bus? Or the name he had no recollection of ever having heard in the first place?

Could one live their entire life without a name?

His fingers smudged the polished glass as he traced each section of his present face. 

“There’s nothing wrong with it.”

“Hm?” Henry gazed up as Michael moved behind him, long fingers reaching out to pinch a strand of hair between them.

“There’s nothing wrong with not knowing who you are.”

“...ah.”

The long appendages caressed his temples and the contact made his skin vibrate. “I like this face you’ve chosen. It suits you.”

“Does it? I was thinking the eyes could use something...maybe I could try a darker blue?”

“If you wish. Anything you pick will look great, I am certain.”

“Oh, shush. Stop being a sap and help me out.”

Michael hummed faintly, a deep resonating buzzing sound, and his fingertips slid over the sprigs of hair on Henry’s chin. “Maybe you can fill this out some.”

“Hey, I like the goatee.”

“I do too, but...”

Henry pressed a hand to his chest. “I’m offended. I thought you said it suited me!”

“It’s fine. I believe other facial hair would work a bit better is all.”

“You take that back.”

There was that lovely laugh that shook Henry’s bones, made them rattle and ache with the intense waves of sound that tore out of the entity’s throat and gushed from Michael’s mouth like a torrential downpour. “Make me~”

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Get lost.

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"Even if I get lost, you'll find me. I know deep down that you would never let me go so easily. After all, despite everything I found you."