[Oh. Did I forget to explain this? There's actually two Olivias in the Scrapbook splinter. One of them is the stuffed one from beta timeline (as seen in Memories and Sorrow). There's also the still alive Olivia that was created during the splintering itself (Very Lucky -> Luck Hurts).
Then, Fright Splinter's Olivia is the one from Very Lucky who's about to die.. I think that leaves gamma timeline's Olivia (from Operating Hazard) and.. I'll be honest, I'm not sure how she fits into this. I think she might get shifted to the eta timeline, where she's the Olivia who falls in love with theguardsoffreddys's Scott?]
send me a name + a symbol and my muse will have to either… ○- kiss their neck or bite them
[What the hell, dude. Have some respect and spell his name with a G: @billybogshank ]
All right, she got dared to.. and this guy matches the description.. Oh, they’re a cute one, all right~. Heh, let’s see if they’re up for a bit of mischief. She may as well have some fun for however long she’s going to be in this timeline.
The shorter, curvy woman with black hair and tan skin approaches the part-time guard. Her hazel eyes remain focused on them as she walks right up to them, her lips curled into a flirtateous smile. She places her hands on their hips. “You look a bit lonely, back here. I couldn’t help but come say hi.”
Then, without warning or hesitation, she closes her eyes and leans in to deliver a kiss to the side of their neck. Upon pulling back, a wide grin graces her features. She gives them a bit of space, but just a bit, and reaches up to fiddle with their tie. She looks them over before continuing. “It’s been getting pretty cold, lately. Maybe you wouldn’t mind having a little company~?”
[You have no idea how tempted I was to have this be Olivia trying to seduce Grunk.]
How long had she been here? Weeks? Months? Years? She couldn’t even remember anymore. Bastards. As someone entered, she hissed in pain as she turned her head to stare at her with scorn. The metal collar around her neck had embedded itself into her skin, causing the fur around it to turn a rusty color from the dried blood and infection. But the people here didn’t care about her pain.
The tests left her scarred. The shots made her sick. They were barely keeping her alive, giving her just enough food and water to live, which had reduced her to a skinny pile of dirty fur, her ribs clearly visible, and she bore no clothing. As of right now, they were testing how her body reacted to a new disease it hasn’t encountered before.
With a pitiful cough, blood splattered onto the white tile floor. She was too weak to even stand, the feline creature on her knees most of the time. They didn’t care, as long as she breathed, how horrid of a shape she was in. She was cold, hungry, and sick, but they didn’t pay any mind. Why would they? All they care about are their damnable experiments.
In all honesty, she doesn’t much notice the sickness, the smell of death on her breath, or the cold over the sounds of her growling stomach. They’d “forgotten” to feed her today. She almost didn’t even remember herself muttering to the woman that she was hungry when asked how she was doing. Routine questions from a routine worker, as far as she knew. Wait, what was she doing? Grimacing in pain as she turned her head to the sounds of shuffling, fearing another shot, she watched with careful, lifeless blue eyes as the woman sifted through her bag. Wait, what was…?
As the container was opened, the feline immediately noted it was food just by the smell, and her scarred ears picked up and swiveled towards the container, her small pink nose twitching as she smelled it. Her blurred vision from hunger, thirst, and sickness meant she couldn’t see it, but she smelled it just fine. As it was passed to her she eagerly reached out for it with one paw, using the other to push down her metal collar, as it was just a little out of her reach.
Upon it reaching her, she quickly bent down on all fours and scarfed it down eagerly just like the animal they all thought she was, barely chewing. Oh god, this tasted so good! How long had it been since she’d eaten real food?! Who even cared if it was drugged, she was way too hungry to care.
Finishing the dish, she sat back on her hindquarters in a very catlike position, tears in her eyes and running down her muzzle. “T-Thank you so much… They didn’t even feed me today…” She whimpered softly, wiping at her eyes. She could speak no more loudly than above this quiet whining, as her voice was too dry from thirst.
No one had shown her this much kindness since her mother had died… Everyone else here just wanted data, no matter who suffered. But this one was different. She could tell. Coughing up more blood, a stream of it running from her mouth, she sniffled and continued wiping at her eyes. Ah, she was cold… She missed her sweatshirt and black pants. Her half-missing bandaged tail curling around one leg, she smiled gratefully at the woman a little. “T-Thank you…” She repeated, sniffling.
The longer she looks at this poor creature, the more horrified she feels. It's bad enough that they're forced to be naked, but to also be filthy and have untreated wounds?! Is.. Is this normal here?! How could the doctors in this wing possibly be so detached from empathy? Nobody should get that visibly excited over some cheap Japanese takeout. Try as she might to respond to their thanks, only three words manage to escape her.
"W--What the fuck."
That collar's cutting into them, their tail's missing, they have a potentially fatal disease.. She's so upset that she isn't sure whether to feel furiously outraged or deeply sorry. Snapping out of her trance as her hands start to shake, she reaches back into her bag and fishes out a bottle of water for them. Someone is going to burn for this.
"Oh my god.. What've they been doing to you?!"
This must be what that orientation message meant, about not getting attached to the subjects. But this isn't a subject; they just talked to her. Thanked her. This is a fucking person. A person deprived of nourishment, cleanliness, and dignity. After passing them the water, she covers her mouth in shock. You know what, she doesn't even care if what they have is contagious to humans. She has to help them.
"..When was the last time you were bathed?"
She may not have access to much, but the least she can do is bring in a bucket and sponge. And maybe something to keep them warm. Unless they're shivering because of how weak they feel. Oh, boy.. She wasn't sure what to expect. But this is a lot worse than even her worst assumptions.
Humans keeping supernatural beings as prisoners/lab rats AU Starters
[..Um. Olivia? Since she’s the crazily-duplicated wildcard.]
This place was already testing her patience, but that just broke her heart. This is a beautiful young woman, and the scientists have them chained to the wall, like some crazed animal! For what?! Because she happens to have the features of a cat? What kind of ‘experiments’ are these sick bastards running here?!“I–”
Just one look at the other’s expression, and her resolve comes crumbling down. She can no longer look away, pretending to not understand. No, this is cruelty, and she’s going to make a difference. She came into this room to make sure they were okay, and they are most definitely not okay.“Ohh.. I know I shouldn’t do this, but..”
From her bag, she retrieves the bento she’d brought with her. Rice, fish, pork, and some veggies. It’s not much, but maybe it’ll help them not feel so bad. Popping the lid off the tray, she slides it across the table to the cat girl.“Here. You can have mine.”
Headcanon; Olivia can dance an effortless tinikling, but would need serious bra support.
(apologies for the crappy video quality and the fact that you can’t hear the wood claps that really seal the tempo)
[Huh. Okay, why not.. Olivia? You like dancing, right?]
The woman shrugs, but ultimately nods. Sure, she can do it.. Her mother taught her a lot, growing up. There's a reason she's more likely to appear at a rave, though.
"I mean, yeah, it's just a matter of having good timing.. But at that point, I'd probably be better off busting out a roll of bandage. As a general rule, I tend to prefer.. a slower pace, hm~?"
The tan-skinned woman briefly looks away from the mirror. Oh, did she leave her door open again? She's inclined to agree with the cat, but.."Heh! Well, thank you, sugar~."
Where did she even get this? If it weren't for the sleeves, she could probably pass this off as a dress. Is this one of Scott's? Hell, this thing might even fit on a Fazbear-style animatronic."I mean, yeah, of course I look cute.. I just don't recall where this came from. I think I'd remember having a boyfriend who was this huge.."
Oh, well. With a shrug, she pulls the garment off of her and chucks it aside. Now, let's see, what was she doing before getting herself distracted with this? ..Ah. Yes. A bath would be nice."Meh. To be honest, it'd probably look better on you."
Sweet? That's not the word she'd use. Loving, perhaps, but even that's pushing it. Or was he talking to the cookies? ..Ugh. Just accept the compliment. It'll be easier that way. Sitting next to the giant of a man, she smiles and giggles. "I try, boss."
Wait, did they mistake her flirting for her just being nice? She thought she was being fairly obvious about her intentions.. No, no, they can't be that oblivious. Unless they really are as focused on their work as 'common knowledge' dictates. Scooting closer, she leans her head against their shoulder. "You, just.. It seems like everyone ignores you. I don't have any idea why; you seem pretty interesting to me."
Interesting, and attractive. She wonders how much experience they have with women? ..Maybe she's gotten close enough to pique their interest in spending the night with her. "So, um, what are you doing this weekend?"
Hm. Does Olivia have any interests? If so what are they? What's their preference for people? With Alicia's death, if she had family, how did they take the news of her death? And for anyone of your muses you wish to pick, if they could have one wish with no limits, what would they wish for?
[OLIVIA: The problem with any Olivia questions is that there’s so many different versions of her existing at all points of Fazbear history. But, given that the pizzeria is (usually) a huge part of her childhood, I’d imagine that sparked a lasting interest in either acting or cosplay, and designing costumes.
EDIT: She pretty much enjoys the company of anyone who’s nice, especially if they like her. But, she especially enjoys trying to draw shy people out of their shell by finding a common interest. If someone has a crush on her and seems pleasant, she undoubtedly feels the same way. So, I guess, the quiet type who has that one thing in common with her, that they can go on about for hours.
ALICIA: This is Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. They didn’t hear about her death. However, she was always a very mobile person, so that she went ‘missing’.. was a bit of a surprise, but it was assumed that she’d decided to quickly move on and would explain later. By the time she’d been out of contact for too long and it was suspected that something was wrong, she’d been moved to the delta timeline and couldn’t be located.
WISH: As for the Hemospecter, don’t forget that she is in the company of gods. Her greatest wish has already been realized; both the Pizzeria and Fright splinter versions of the ghost children have found happiness, by respectively ascending and becoming the Hatchlings. Plus, in the Scrapbook splinter, she gets to travel to many different pizzerias and either help or devour many more after stopping their killers. Living the dream, as it were.]
