#memoriiae

[captainseamech]

Unprompted || Always Accepting!

@memoriiae shanted: "What if I just called you Tidal Wave because you cause such a tidal wave with your anger?" - Wheeljack NO?

             “... I’m goin’ to pretend I didn’t hear that for my own sanity, thank ya very much.”

[1-800-scaryphone]

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[captainseamech]

            God dammit.

[captainseamech]

"Ya gotta stop existing it seems." Wheeljack's snickering at this whole bit.

             “Shut up, y’ain’t helpin’!”

[behindslaughter]

     @memoriiae ★ There's always one thing that'll be going on between killers and they all shared the fact they most of the time, did not like one another. Ji-Woon is taking that to the next level as he's exiting his 'trial' with more blood on his bat. He'd been allowed to remember it this time because he's the one who got the kill... and it was a certain gambler he'd targeted and won the chase against. Ji-Woon is reaching up to trace his fingers down across the bat, smearing it.

     He has learned rather quickly over time that there was tension not just between him and others, but between all killers. So far there has only been one killer William himself would love to drive his knife into their spine and tear out every bone.      And seems the deity wants the conflict to continue -- that William was informed about exactly what happened. And the man knows Ace is put into trials with other killers, but not all of the killers have been taught to sacrifice and not torment what belongs to him.      When word reached William, he moves quickly, fueled by unbridled rage. Seeking out the singer as his knuckles grow white with how tightly he grips the knife -- the points of the metal tips to his fingers digging into his own skin.

     “You really are a dense little twit, aren't you?” Words growled out, a mechanical backing to his voice, “I said if you dared to kill what is mine, I would make you suffer. So. . . let's see if a killer can produce remnant!” William lunges forward with no more of a warning, aiming for the arm holding the bat.

[behindslaughter]

     @memoriiae ★ Seems the whole rabbit bit didn't even phase Ji-Woon as he's raising an eyebrow at the other, " Possessive are we? He's one to go after just like all the others. " Yeah he was much smaller than this rabbit but it didn't matter. He'd target the gambler with ease if he got him in a trial or even NOW.

     Possessive seems to be an understatement, considering just how aggressive William got around other killers no matter the form when they mention targeting his obsession.      Seems the rabbit will have to teach the other killers not to touch its obsession much like the Shape did. . .      “Let me put this into simpler terms then. . .” Since much like some of the others, this one does not understand what it means to cross the rabbit -- to anger William Afton.

     “You target what is mine. . . and I will tear you into such tiny little pieces that even she will not be able to piece you back together.” Springtrap has felt the punishment before for misbehaving in the realm before and will happily go through it again to protect what is its.

[behindslaughter]

     @memoriiae ★ " I'm stealing the gambler for awhile. " - ( Ji-Woon ! )

     It happens in the blink of an eye -- from a man standing quickly turning into the lumbering rabbit within seconds. How quickly the murderer goes into rage, the change commonly triggered by his uncontrolled anger.      Springtrap steps forward, hunching over a bit as the animatronic jaw opens to release the deep growl. William is not one to share. . . especially when it comes to his gambler.

     It stomps over to the Trickster, hissing as the ears pull back and it bares both sets of teeth, “If you even dare touch him, little lamb, I will tear off your limbs one by one then rip your heart out with my teeth!” Yeah. . . definitely not wanting to share -- snapping its jaw dangerously close to the other killer's face.

[behindslaughter]

     @memoriiae ★ The radio show that seemed to be quite popular about figuring out the mystery behind killers here and there was on a trip now to the town close by. They wanted to find out all about the disappearances in Hurricane and that's what has Forrest there with his co-host Peggy. She was somewhere off on the other side of town and he was the one that decided to go straight to the 'source' of Fazbears but that's left him now dealing with someone he didn't think he would again. A RABBIT. "....Uhh...."

     It had annoyed the man who had once been alive, having to leave a job incomplete. He had needed to return to Hurricane to finish some old business, leaving Henry with a parting gift of the rabbit mask and one of his more useful knives -- and a reminder that if for some reason he did not return, to continue.      Well. . . William's history caught up with him, unleashing the angry spirits of his victims and resulting in his painful death. It. . . had not been long, the rabbit can tell vaguely how much time had passed -- the fact the flesh smushed between metal and the animatronic casing not quite rotted away. A year maybe? Could be longer. Hard to tell the passage of time when it is sealed in a windowless room.      Springtrap had risen to its feet, a stumbling step before slamming all weight into the doorway -- splintering wood and bending metal as the suit is forced into the hallway. Just in time for somebody to enter the abandoned building.

     The head snaps, ears perking up -- a movement done as if it was natural for it, something done for years. Its expression is a mixture, half-lidded eyes to show boredom yet amusement with the permanent grin of the suit. It watches for a moment, recognizing the face and the voice.      The radio show host.      A rumbling growl, a heavy step forward. The jaw moves, a gurgling sound escaping before there is a barely audible, "Na. . . ash. . ."