((Mun's Nickname is: Precious Cinnamon Roll ))
I DARE YOU TO ANONYMOUSLY GIVE ME A NICKNAME
(( :<> thIS IS TRU e.
ive got the appearance of a PRECIOUS CINNAMON ROLL but im really a SINNAMON ROLL :> ))

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((Mun's Nickname is: Precious Cinnamon Roll ))
I DARE YOU TO ANONYMOUSLY GIVE ME A NICKNAME
(( :<> thIS IS TRU e.
ive got the appearance of a PRECIOUS CINNAMON ROLL but im really a SINNAMON ROLL :> ))
💞- A memory about their children (( >;D ))
PEER INTO MY MUSE’S MEMORIES
“I still remember the day I warned Charlie and...and her brother...about springlocks. They thought I was playing. I was, to a point, but I...I didn’t know they would end up being this dangerous.
I keep telling myself that there’s no way I could’ve known but I still-...
I hope the lesson sunk in with Charlie at least.”
“HOW DID YOU GET EIGHT DOLLARS!?” ((Iiimortal)) ((ps, Michael this isn't how you introduce yourself. Sorry Mort))
Game Grumps : No Brakes Valet Starters
Mort glances up from the clutch of small bills in his palm. “... O-oh, uh, i was actually covering for a waiter, th-theyre sick and c-couldn’t make it in- Uh, a table actually l-left a tip for me! Pretty, uh, neat...”
☔️☔️☔️☔️☔️☔️☔️☔️ ((Help the smol))
Le smol gives a thumbs up.“Th- Thanks…”
"NO DON'T FLING YOURSELF AT THE TREE THIS ISN'T ELF." ((Ayyyy))
~CHRISTMAS~! RP Starters
It took a lot to get Mort frustrated- especially when it came to Christmas time.
But this damned tree had Mort frustrated.
“W-well i’m out of ideas! W-we have no l-ladder and i d-don’t trust myself t-to climb a ch-chair. N-not after last year!” he grumbles, staring up at the big, plastic tree that the’d managed to drag out and put together in the restaurants lobby. “W-we gotta get the star up th-there somehow...”
Mort was tall, of course- but not THAT tall.
"I will haunt you until the end of time." ((Bejeezus William- you managed to piss off your dead kid))
H O R R O R . P R O M P T S
“That’s...interesting...of you to say~
As a logical machine, you should be able to tell things like ‘ghosts’ aren’t real, you know.
Perhaps it’s another bug I need to work out...
Or are we pretending again~?”
☼ - Something that/Someone who makes them happy.
Questions about your character.
(( His job. If you ask what about it makes him happy he’ll just make something up about how he loves seeing children happy or that it’s an easy job but I think we all know the real reason.
As for people? He doesn’t like many people. Or any people at all. Liking kids and people is pretty much just an act he puts on.
His daughter made him happy for a time.
However he found more joy in her death than in any time he he actually spent with her while she was alive. ))
@i-play-pretend liked for a starter!
@i-play-pretend The day had finally come. Mangle was deemed "too dangerous to be around children" after someone got cut while trying to rip her arm apart, and was being transported to the underground for possible repairs. Or to rot there forever. Mangle didn't leave the exact spot the staff dropped her on, as she was feeling "not so good" (the closest thing to sad she could feel, as she wasn't programmed to feel sad). It's not until someone else came to where she was that she finally moved her head to look at them. "Hello?"