#gore trigger

[henriiiii-1001old]

FUNNY REMAKE OF THIS!!!!!!! i was just like "what if this was lineless" and i went w it BUT IM SO PROUD OF THIS SO YEAH!!!!!

also yeah for those who are td fans, puppet gets the signature green jacket bc haha funny reference to the music producer whose mascot is literally a serial killer CFVGBHNJ

other versions under the cut!

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@funbonded || Moved from Ask

There it was. The giddy reaction, the excitement and her actually doing something he'd been trying to goad and encourage her into doing since day one. She'd expected it; it was Funfred's normal. Literally his hyperfixation in more ways than one.

No, this was expected, she never expected an ounce of comfort from anyone she knew. People who surrounded themselves with the crowds she did? They didn't get comfort. That was a privilege very rarely earned nowadays. It made her miss her mom even more.

What she doesn't expect is her animatronic friend... actually giving pause and toning it down for a moment. Actually coming down to her level for once. Anyone else in her situation would have broke from that alone, but she couldn't allow that.

Instead there's a small flinch at being jostled and a half smile (Why was she smiling? She felt HORRIBLE about what she had done!), just for a moment. He was going to turn this into an even bigger celebration in a moment, might as well let him get his excitement out.

"It wasn't just a maiming... They are dead..." That's when the smile fades again. "I saw the hole I made, myself... No one, organic or inorganic, could have survived something like what I did." Not that she knew anyhow. Maybe N could have survived it. N Definitely could survive it.

Fortunately, she hadn't shot him and had no plans to. "...How did you handle your first... Is... Is it normal to be so scared about it...?"

[tutupurples]

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Warning! (Blood, war and violence trigger!)

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[1950sunny]

Stanley (Foxi) has a new dad I don’t make the rules, sorry, him and Alex are gonna go traumatize some folks and steal candy from babies.. or whatever assholes do @rainbowz-in-space

[pressnerftocontinue-blog]

Maybe She’s Not Ready Yet

It was so dark. So, so dark. Memories bubbled in this darkness, but they were ignored by a blatant disregard of their holder. She didn’t care about what happened. No, she was too focused on something else.

Her attention was draw to the two-no, three people walking around her. She could hear them clearly, vividly with each step. Two were right beside her, holding her bound arms while one trailed right behind. They were too warm for her taste, moving around too much. If only her arms were free, she could take care of the problem.

“Where are we going?” she whined before someone’s grip tighten on her arm.

“Shut up. You’re going back to see your friends again.” a voice from her right huffed.

“Friends?” she asked, giggling, “I don’t have any friends!”

“Doesn’t matter to me.”

“I’m bored! Why do I have to be blinded?” she continued.

“Hana, if you don’t quiet down, we will take you back.” said the person behind.

The Korean leaned back dramatically to face them regardless if she could see them of not, causing the group to halt. “Call me that again and I’ll kill you.” she grinned.

There was a beat before a response. “I will call you what I wish to and just so you know, you’re not very menacing with a mask over your head.”

“You get to be first.” she mused, straightening up and with that, they resumed their walk.

Eventually, they entered a bustling room. How many were in here? Twenty-eight? Twenty-nine? God, she just wanted them to stop. Far too lively in here. She groaned and wiggled in the grips of the two holding her.

“Alright, time to get back into society, Hana.” the person behind her said as the mask was lifted off her face.

Her brown eyes glanced around eagerly as a wicked smiled formed on her face. Twenty-eight. Plus the three escorts, thirty-one. She was vibrating with anticipation as her bounds were released.

“Finally.” she purred as she quickly glanced at the person on her right, examining them quickly.

“Now, you’ll report to the briefing room for your first mi-“ the one behind her started before being cut off. By a knife in his throat.

“Hey, what are you doing?” the right yelled, lunging at the twenty-two year old which was only met with their own knife plunging into their chest three times.

“Code crimson!” the left screamed at those in the room, causing everyone to scatter and an alarm to blare. They were knocked down and the reprogrammed mech pilot was staring down at them, holding the bloody knife to their throat. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” they hissed.

“Scream my name.” she practically moaned.

“What the fuck? Hana, stop this immediately!”

“Q.een!” she screeched, pressing the knife down as her eyes filled with anger, “My name is Q.een! Scream it!”

They couldn’t scream anything now though as blood filled their lungs.

Once she realized her toy was broken, Q.een huffed before standing, her eyes gazing over the room to find her next target. Oh, there they were!

“Come here!” she singsonged as she chased them down.

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Moved for @me-gallows-mania

{Min Verse Canon}

Normally, Aura would have shrugged off a trail of blood as a lost cause- considering one of her only friends was normally covered in blood- but it was int stronger, metallic scent and her instincts that urged her to investigate. What she found at the end would have made any regular person scream, but she didn’t, instead she tilted her head, violet eyes glowing dully in the dark as she assessed the situation:

There was a person who- while still alive- was beyond saving, a skeleton who didn’t seem fully aware of the situation, and blood and gore, everywhere. What primarily caught her eye, however, was the skeleton- She had seen him once before, though it was brief. Wasn’t he one of Horror’s friends?

Carefully, the six-foot fusion decided to disable her telekinetic capabilities and start to approach, until she was just out of arms reach, then kept a non-threatening tone of voice as she spoke up. “Um, is everything alright, here? One doesn’t just shove other living beings onto tight spaces, without some kind of reason, nowadays.”

[bugthegreat]

lots of pent up anger recently