#fazbeare

[bonniebot]

                  prompt,     accepting!

@fazbeare,     freddy:     ❝     how     can     you     sit     there     &     eat     pizza?     ❞

﹠.       𝐀     𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐘     𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍     'pon     boyish     features.     he's     covered     in     pizza     sauce     and     grease.     it's     like     he's     never     eaten     in     his     life     —     is     that     a     pepperoni     in     his     𝙷𝙰𝙸𝚁?     ❝     same     way     ya've     flappin'     yer     gums,     curly!     ❞     he     pauses,     setting     𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚎𝚢-𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜     down     for     𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞     and     peers     over     to     the     arcade.     ❝     stole     ten     buckaroonies     from     some     four-eyes     during     free     period,     wanna     play     skee-ball?     s'on     me.     ❞

[frightsguard]

@fazbeare. || s.c.

   She was hiding again.

   Hands wrapped around her mouth to keep any sound muffled-- dark eyes stare out from under the table, it was loud, cheerful laughter and screaming from other children ( some twice her size, some who looked ready to devour her in a sea of other people-- she didn't like it ), there's a shaky breath, and her eyes snap shut-- focus, stay calm, breathe, you'll be fine. She hopes she'll be fine, she really hopes so. Her eyes open again, her hands move and plant themselves firmly against the floor as the five year old finally scoots from out from under the table-- looking around with a blank expression that twists into discomfort.

   Deafening, too deafening-- too chaotic, it was all meshing together and it was making her nervous ( and she didn't like the feeling-- she didn't like it in the slightest ). She stands, looking around among the children around her, it was painfully noisy, and she needed to find someplace quiet, somewhere where she could focus ( it was all going haywire, too much, too much ) , she would cry-- but crying would not help the situation ( mum said crying might make it worse ), it's a desperate struggle to remain calm before she shifted closer to the table again-- just looking generally anxious, a hand reaching to grip at the fabric of her shirt.

   ❝ Ah... s'loud... ❞

[animatrum-blog]

*          @fazbeare​​​​​     :          ‘  what's up with your dad, 'liz ? i'm not one to fault a good taxpayer, but he's been acting kinda ... weird, lately.  ’

         ↪          un𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝ed   .

he          has          the          privilege          to          see          what          your          father          is          like   .                    he          never          faces          you   ,          he   ‘   s          always          turned          away   .                    what          counts          as          weird          to          him          ?                              ❝          i          don   ‘   t          know   ,          ❞                    you          shrug   ,          still          pondering          what          parts          about          your          father          is          normal          and          what   ‘   s          weird   .                    you          don   ‘   t          know          him          well          enough          to          be          sure   .                              ❝          i          guess          he   ‘  s          always          just          ...          kind          of          weird   .          ❞

[planetsank-archive]

“You seemed just a little sad.” 4 Cassidy who is already my daughter

    “j-j-just a little?” her intention of speaking was meant to be sarcastic, but her voice comes off as soft- more CURIOUS than anything. freddy was an interesting character, wasn’t he? why did he care about she felt? they were all just stuck in this pizzeria with SEVERAL HEALTH CODE VIOLATIONS. 

   left eye lights up with a flicker, body lurching forward from where the yellow bear was sitting to show SOME SORT OF LIFE in this ghastly form. “more… bored, bored than sad. i-i-i-is there a reason i should be sad? i’m not sad.” okay, maybe she was JUST A LITTLE SAD like he said, but is she going to admit it? no.

   “w-w-we should be focusing on the one in the o-office, don’t worry ‘bout little ol m-m-meeeeee…”