#littlestheart

[gavegifts]

anyway i have too many fnaf blogs here are the other ones i’m interested in updating and being on now that security breach is out 💕: @littlestheart ( john from tse ), @earlytaken ( michael brooks from tse ), @eightythreed ( crying child / afton’s middle child, very hc based )

[scrubthememories]

                    no doubt, it looks suspicious when charlie pulls john into the backstage area, halfway through a party, leaving lamar to deliver cake on his own. her intentions, however, are entirely innocent. well. as innocent as they can seem, given the six sets of eyes that sit on the table, staring at them. “i need your opinion.” charlie explains, still hanging on to his wrist. “which of these do you like best?” // @littlestheart

[partyhatted]

                    “you’re hanging out tonight, right?” jessica asks as she sways from side to side, wiping down tables and dancing in time with the animatronics. everyone else has already confirmed their party participation, so she can’t imagine he’ll say no. “the burkes said we could stay at their place.” she adds, giving him a pointed look. “all eight of us.” it’s been about a thousand years, since they’d gotten a parent to agree to that level of co-ed commotion. ever since the girls sprouted boobs, their massive group sleepovers had turned into intimate ( and overall, uneventful ) slumber parties. it was a load of crap that had finally come to an end. “it’s gonna be fuuuun.” // @littlestheart

[veryaccommodating-blog]

                    “everything alright, in there?” she’s been sitting on the hood of her car for nearly twenty minutes, now, waiting for carlton to emerge. dana’s taken on the task of giving him a ride home, while the majority of her new ‘group’ is in salt lake, at some concert. now, part of her is regretting not tagging along. “he poked his head out, like, fifteen minutes ago and told me not to come in.” // @littlestheart

[greaterfinds]

@littlestheart ... hi hello 🎈

"Did you see what happened at the prize counter, yesterday?" She's not sure which of the boys was at fault, but the place had been plundered; everyone's been kind of... floating around the new location, trying on roles to see what fits. Sure, there are schedules and timetables ( not everyone has the freedom of movement that she and her friends do ) but they mean precious little when Charlie's got the day off. Her only solace is that she can keep John's name off of the list of suspects. "You don't have to snitch," she assures him. "But... if you did, I could probably get you an extra long lunch. I know a guy."

[greaterfinds]

spare hug? spare hug???

come and get it

[scrubthememories]

                     she sees them all, staring at her with wide, wet eyes. they call her name and rush to her side. she can feel their arms wrapping around her, welcoming her back from the other side. but, charlie can’t focus. not on them. her ears pick up his voice. his harsh words. that’s not charlie. he should be looking at her, but he’s not. and, her stomach should turn, but it can’t. nothing is as it should be, she thinks, disentangling herself from marla and jessica. “i need to talk to you.” she says, once she reaches the booth, all too aware of the steadiness of her voice. “it’s important.” // @littlestheart

[partyhatted]

“i’m not leaving without charlie!”

                    as much as jessica would love to wait for charlie, too, she knows she can’t. they’re not heroes. they can’t save her. not this time. “there’s nothing we can do.” she rasps, gripping his arm in a way that she’s seen her fallen friend do so many times, before. but, she can’t will him to move the way charlie could, no matter how hard she tugs. “john, please.” // @littlestheart