#molten-bear

[defiesiimagination]

👏 (I'M SENDING YOU THIS BECAUSE THE FUSION WITH FLOWEY AND SCRAP BABY IS SO AMAAAAZZIIINGGGGG!~ <3 )

Send “👏”and I’ll describe what a fusion between our muses would look and act like. || Selectively Accepting!

FUSION SONG

  “Thanks for letting us be your best friend!    We’ll try not to disappoint!”

  Whoever let this immeasurable crime against all that is holy exist has a special place in Hell reserved just for them.

  Molten Flowey, or Omega Freddy, is a horrific amalgamation that is most surely a danger to anyone and anything around it. It barely has a personality– it has one purpose, to kill and collect, and that is all it will do.

  Its voice is high-pitched, glitchy, grating, and hearing it will likely ruin the eardrums of the listener for the rest of their miserable life. It speaks in a fluctuating mix of gleeful sing-song and terrifying deep rage, though it has little more to say to you than words that spell the certainty that it is about to come and kill you.

  If you see this abomination, your best bet is to run, though chances are you’re already dead.

[plcyingpretend]

💕

💕 YOUR MUSE TELLING MY MUSE THAT THEY WILL ALWAYS BE FRIENDS

Cold.

That was the only way Scrap Baby could describe the feeling. Tossed back into the damp, rotting alleyway, all hope lost, she laid limp. Numbness filled her AI, and if not for her pre-modeled, mechanical smile, her despair would be that much more evident.

But it all changed when she noticed, laying in a heap alongside her, was the ruined remains of what she knew was now called “Molten Freddy.” Her numbness lifted slightly, knowing she was, at least in some sense, no longer alone. Running through her mind were thoughts of all troubles and fights between her and the other animatronics, her ejection from the being of “Ennard,” and any hard feelings that might have been held by the heap of wires now piled on the ground. 

She had to see. She had to know if those hard feelings, or hurt, or any doubts, were still held by the other. A deep, rusty whirring noise sounded and her eyes, once empty sockets, lit up with a deep, evil green. Her voice came out as a whisper as she stared at Molten Freddy.

“Freddy. I... want you to know -- We will be friends, always...” She stopped, pondering, before whispering once more. “...won’t we?”