#evisceraticn

[demolitioninevitable-a]

"you're worth nothing."

@evisceraticn​

 There’s silence at first, nothing from the tattered, broken being Michael had become. Nothing to offer. Though an unnatural, sorrowful CACKLE breaks through, swiftly developing into sputtering coughing fits. This probably wouldn’t matter, but he doesn’t CARE anymore.

     ‘ Y-you fucking think I don’t know that ? Thing is, you’re a reeeaaal fucking        WINNER yourself, father, you bastard. ’

[hiredjustiice]

it is dark, and it is silent, and something isn’t right. 

he has that feeling he gets when something in the plan isn’t lining up, when there’s an important detail he and the rest of his team haven’t discovered yet. its a cold, horrid feeling, because it goes hand-in-hand with ignorance. you don’t even know what’s wrong --- you just  have a hunch. and right now, his hunch is ringing alarm bells in his ears, tightening his chest. his own footsteps break the silence of the old... exhibit, pizzeria, whatever the hell this place is supposed to be. he’s only here for a week, part-time job to make cash since he hadn’t been hired for his normal work in a while. his flashlight is flickering --- damn useless thing --- and he keeps hitting it against the wall as he patrols the halls. ten minutes ago was when he’d started hearing noises. every fiber of his being is on alert.

❝ hello? ❞ he finally bothers to ask after yet another strange, unidentifiable noise comes from the back room. he changes direction, immediately heads over there. fuck this. he’s getting the creeps in ways he hadn’t since being stuck in iraq, pinned down by terrorist soldiers, and it puts him off.  ❝ just to remind you, breaking and entering is a crime. ❞

starter call --- @evisceraticn

[myname-is-springtrap]

Hello Evisceraticn.

@evisceraticn

SpringTrap entered the building cheerfully. Another location, another potential friend. He always tried to keep in mind that some Springtraps were hostile, however. Still, he would try to be as friendly as possible! The horror attraction, no matter how many times he's seen it, no matter how many different ones there were, always freaked him out. Not only was he easily scared in general, but the place reminded him of such horrible things. He shook his head. Focus on finding the other Springtrap! "Hello?" Springy called. "Is anyone in here? I would like to meet you!" His voice was deep and rough, but his tone was oddly childlike. He held his breath, waiting for a response to his call.

[ignosces]

@evisceraticn

    The boy peered at the staggering animatronic.Watching the corpse filled rabbit teeter across the hall.His mind raced and his fear engulfed his being.How did the other get out of the blocked off room?Why were they roaming about?    The spirit fell back into the parts and service room.He scrambled towards the bear animatronic. Melding back  into the body  to play possum.He can’t be seen by them.Even if death held no hold on what’s already dead he was still stricken with fear.

❝...❞

[pueraeternuspan]

🔪

Send me 🔪 to put a knife to my muse’s throat and see how they react.

“... Really? A knife?” He was clearly unamused but not afraid of the cold steel pressed against his throat. “You’d think you could kill me with your bare hands, bunny boy. What? Lost your self esteem?”