Why is Adam considered the first human in heaven, when Abel was murdered before Adam died? My 4 cents:
1. Abels soul was kept somewhere else (purgatory?) until Adam ascended, because it was planned that Adam has to be the first soul in their realm and the soul of a murder victim as the first didn't fit heavens narrative.
2. Adam died around the same time Abel died. Maybe Abel lived with the injuries Cain inflicted on him, while Adam was murdered too. Both arrived shortly after each other in heaven, so technically Adam was still the first. (not bible accurat theory, but it's only inspiration, so it's possible the lore was changed a bit).
3. Adam died before Abel was murdered. (again not bible accurat afaik).
4. My favourite theory. Abels ascend was a complete surprise to heaven, because the murder and his death happened so suddenly.
They weren't amused their perfect plan was ruined now. Not the first man Adam was also the first soul in heaven, but his son, who was also the first victim of a grave sin. Again, it didn't fit their narrative and they wanted to uphold the perfect image.
So they swept it under the rug and hid Abels early death, spread the lie that Adam died before him and Abel died of natural causes later in life. The whole time Abel was hid in heaven, maybe claimed to be an angel as well.
I don't usually post when I write even less to this blog (I've barely even post my art) but I'm this 🤏 fucking close to just writing up some non sexual, non romantic headcanons about this man
I need him to be my DAD and I can't find the content I might as well make it lol
If this post gets enough notes I might post it if I do...
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"I think the little man wants to give Fredbear a big kiss!" The words echoed moments before disaster. It all happened so quickly, Michael barely even processed it.
The horrifying crunch, the sound of bones breaking, adults gasping and kids screaming, whether it was because they realized what happened or they were too caught up in having fun.
Police sirens wailed behind him. It was all so loud, Michael's head spun, and he felt dizzy and sick.
He wasn't sure how he could come up with such a stupid idea: the animatronic was obviously powered on and moving, so of course it would've been dangerous one way or another.
Of course they all blamed him— he was the leader, and it was mostly his idea. He wishes it wasn't, though.
His sister was in the room when it happened, poor Elizabeth. Michael hoped that Chris would be okay.
The party ended as soon as the incident happened. Michael's mother brought him and Elizabeth to the car, he couldn't help but look back at what he had done. He was so sorry, but he knew sorry wouldn't cut it with anyone, especially not his dad.
William stayed behind to talk to the police while his wife, Michael's mother, drove them home. It was silent the whole way though, she sobbed quietly. Michael could hear her.
When they arrived at their house, she didn't even say anything to Michael, and Elizabeth glared at the boy.
"Why would you do that?" Her voice irritated, he could tell she was on the verge of tears. Michael didn't look at her. He felt ashamed. She balled her fists up. She was so angry, and she had a right to be.
Michael didn't respond, the guilt weighing heavy over him. The thought of Chris being dead because of his stupid actions hurt him more.
Elizabeth ran out of the living room and up the stairs to her room. Michael stayed behind, taking a seat on the couch and holding his Foxy mask in his hands, the blood on the front a painful reminder.
He stayed there for hours. No one came out of their room, and William didn't return yet. He stared at the mask for God knows how long.
It was 11:30 pm when William finally came home. He seemed angry and annoyed. The man looked at Michael on the couch. Michael looked back.
Michael didn't say a word-it'd only make the situation worse.
"Michael." William says, his tone showing his disappointment. He stepped forward and back handed the boy.
"What the HELL were you thinking!!!!" William shouted. The man was so angry, you could compare him to a dragon blowing steam from its nostrils.
"Father I-" Before Michael even got the chance to speak, William interrupted.
"Don't fucking speak, Michael, you just cost me a fucking restaurant!!!" William shouted. He pinched his nose bridge, sighing with irritation. William talked about how it would ruin his reputation and the cost to pay for any of Chris' medical treatments. He finally mentioned that they'd be visiting him tomorrow before leaving to go to his room.
Michael sighed and got up from the couch, leaving the living room to go to bed. When he got there, he set his Foxy mask on the bedside table before lying in bed. He doesn't sleep right away.
The next morning William pulled Michael out of bed. The man seemed upset that he had to be the one to do it, like his wife told him he had to.
Michael got dressed as soon as William left his room, then followed the rest of them out to the car.
The ride to the hospital was quiet. Elizabeth sat in the seat furthest to Michael; out of the four of them, he was sure she was the angriest about the incident.
When they arrived, William asked for the room number they were supposed to go to. Once he obtained that information, he led the way to the room.
Michael stayed outside while the rest of the family went in. He needed time to think of what to say. He was so scared; he felt so terrible.
Once everyone else left the room, about 1 or 2 hours maybe, Michael went in. He still had no clue what to say. He wasn't even sure Chris would make it... he just hoped so.
Michael carefully picked up his brother's hand. He let out a few tears—not too many though. He wasn't supposed to cry, he was too big for crying.
"Can you hear me?.."
"I- I don't know if you can hear me.."
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
Michael said quietly. He set his brother's hand down carefully, his tears showing on the white sheets.
The monitor beeping was unsettling to him. The thought of it flat lining terrified him. He didn't want his brother to die.
He stayed a while longer, an hour or two. The monitor kept a steady beat for a while. It was fine–until it wasn't.
The heart monitor stopped beeping and emitted a continuous hum. A nurse came in and told Michael to leave. So he did. The family was waiting outside, except for William.
The nurses informed Michael's mother of the news, Michael was still taken by surprise.
He couldn't believe it. His brother was dead, never coming home, and it hurt him. Elizabeth held onto Chris' bear; she brought it along for comfort, but it didn't seem to be doing that anymore.
romo alast/or ships always make the kinfeels come out cuz i can like physically feel myself want to retch at the thought of some of these fluffy requited rad/iost/atic scenarios and ESPECIALLY the fucking fluffy radi//oapple shit oh my GOD he’s basically just a fucking fanon abomination in those. they are NOT your gay dads shut the FUCK up
