#hauntmech

[popularmxnster]

@hauntmech said: "you look familiar to me..."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Billy asked, cocking his head just slightly. " How are you talking to me? I know I've been drinking but Im not drunk enough to hallucinate." At least he was pretty positive he wasn't.

[muses0fgracie]

@hauntmech (cont!)

Maybe coming in here was a bad idea...

...Actually, scratch that. It was now definitively a bad idea.

It was rare that Millie came out to the junkyard alone, given how it tended to be a hotspot for the weird things that went on around here... especially since a lot of the things thrown out here came from Hurricane-- the town just a few miles away from here where her friends had been built, and where quite a bit of bloody things had gone on under the eye and name of Afton Robotics. O-Or at least, that's the specific parts that they and knew and spoke of.

Maybe this big old monitor had come from there?! For god's sake, it was unplugged, and yet somehow there's what looks like an animatronic crawling out of it like Sadako herself!

Despite it's request of 'Please stand by', Millie is almost just about ready to do the exact opposite and RUN-- and she would, if not for the fact that she was completely frozen with fear, her legs feeling like bricks weighing her down. So instead, the most she does is quickly pick up a nearby conveniently-placed shovel that someone had thrown away, holding and pointing it like a makeshift weapon.

"S-Stay back... Don't come any closer....!"

[heartlessdream]

Beyond anything else, Kris desired to escape from their own memories. They still remember the happier times and it hurts them to remember. That was why places that were left behind were preferable to reality. They could get lost in those old places forever. Anything was better than hearing their parents argue more, or getting caught in the middie of their father's desperate attempts to rekindle the marriage. Clinging on for dear life to everyone within the family despite the fact that their mother clearly pushed him away.

Kris didn't hate their father, but he was becoming more and more deluded as time went on. So desperate to reclaim what was lost to him. Kris was the same in a way, only they weren't so obvious about such wishes because people would look at you strange. Kris shuddered somewhat remembering the conspiracy board their dad had. Though, it had proved useful one time since they came here.

Not that Kris knew what this place was. Looked to be a cafe maybe? Or something else? Hard to tell, but once they went inside the place was a lot more interesting to behold. What secrets did this building house? What lay forgotten within its depths? Only time would tell.

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[heartlessdream]

The building was abandoned, left to rot in silent isolation for who knows how long. The sound of slow footsteps could be heard wandering around without a care. Kris always felt kinship with places such as this. Because they were the same deep down, not that their adoptive parents didn't try to make them happy. They were loved, they were given a home, but Kris still felt like they didn't belong.

The only one who had paid attention to them went off to college. And their adoptive parents were dealing with divorce proceedings due to what happened to her. Kris just wanted to run away from it all, to avoid all the confusing mess that adults were creating. Why did everything have to be so complicated? Kris didn't know.

They had been here before, but had never found a way inside. Most days the teen came here they ended up drawing upon the windows with crayons or simply enjoying the silence. It reminded them of better times when their brother was around along with the two girls Kris liked to think of as sisters. The four of them had always gone to spooky places together for fun. Now, only Kris remained, all alone.

However, today the teen found what looked like a broken window they could slip through to enter the building. Kris always had been a rather short person so being able to shift their way in proved easy. Course, it was very dark so Kris would pull out their cellphone before then turning on the flashlight within. Not once saying a word.

Looks like the moment to fully explore this place was open to Kris. That was exciting! Who knew what they might find? Maybe a cursed buriel ground? Or evil company secrets? Maybe a testing lab? Kris's mind went wild with imagination rather unlike what other people would think entering an abandoned building such as this one.

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[bravevolunteer]

@hauntmech asked: mechanical rattling. something shifts in the dark. face plates move and resettle themselves. "michael...do you hate me?" / circus baby

THE FAMILIAR SOUND of robotic whirring fills the silence between them— each small noise echoes through his head. Moving parts, an occasional beep, electrical shocks ( current shooting guilt up his spine every time ). His own body shambling through cramped vents or across the dirty floor, all in service of... standing in front of her now. Michael is still, squinting as he tries to force his gaze to adjust to the dark. Her entire form is hard to make out, but he sees her. The outline of his father's prized, beautiful creation: a gift. Her green eyes are pinpricks in the dark.

"No..." The word comes out quiet, honest. His tense body language still shows clear caution, but his expression is void of any kind of contempt. He was angry, of course he was ( especially without any real answers... things changed again when Elizabeth died, the pieces slowly came together ), but even after the hell of every night he's spent here... even when he knows it isn't just her, he looks at her with curiosity and grief more than anything. "No, I don't hate you— I want to talk. Can we do that?" Or is something going to go off and kill him before they get the chance?

[hearsthephone]

"i brought you something."

from charlotte.

Finney smiles at the puppet and switches the small walkie-talkie to his other had. "Really? Thanks!

[coastercruushed]

@hauntmech sent in: LOUD GARBLING STATIC. it is hanging upside down from the carousel - mangle

it's the static that catches his attention first. it certainly doesn't sound like the static from the speakers like gonzo is about to speak. ( no, it's loud and really annoying. it's almost garbled. ) he freezes like a deer in the headlights, head tilting to the side almost abruptly. ( he's never seen this thing around the park before. certainly not on the carousel. )

"what are you? are you from game valley? i don't remember any animatronics--..."

[freddyfczbear]

this is just like that hallmark movie we watched.

funtime foxy

Freddy’s attention stayed on the others, laughing and chatting in the auditorium.

His eyes were a wider than usual, however- and he didn’t even register that Funtime Foxy had spoken to him.

All those guys, at that bright, dazzling, colorful Christmas party… the same one HE was at. But it didn’t feel like he truly was here.

…everyone was having fun.

With their friends.

Before he knew it, Freddy was being overtaken by sadness, longing.

The emptiness inside him that had formed the moment he realized he was never going to see Chica, Bonnie, or Foxy again…

“…mmhm.” The brown bear flattened his ears, finally blinking a couple times. He cleared his throat before shakily placing his embarrassingly simple beverage choice of water on the table behind him and his… friend?

He didn’t know. He couldn’t think about it.

His hand trembled.

A sudden wave of grief, the kind that felt like a kick in the face, made his inner structures abruptly fire up with both a cold sting and a red-hot burn.

“…I’ll be, uh-… right… back.”

With that, he was out of sight within seconds.

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