#prefrcntal

[mute-call]

@prefrcntal || starter call.

This is a real fucking mess.

Steven knows the company's official position--Fazbear Entertainment denies any wrongdoing, it's all just rumor and speculation, blah blah blah. That's fine for the public, and even for the part-time employees, but it's not like Steven can lie to himself that everything's fine and dandy. Freddy's is dangerous. Again.

"Thank you so much for coming, sir," Bell says for what has to be the fifth time, his expression flickering between something entirely blank and a twitchy, anxious smile. He's not usually this jumpy, but the new location has begun to fall apart in a matter of days, and he feels like he's drowning in a sea of technical issues he can't hope to understand.

"I, uh, would have called Mr. Afton, of course, but everyone says you're the one to ask when it comes to the animatronics." And William has been off lately in a way that Bell can't quite pin down.

"The kids love them, there's no problem there, but I think there's something wrong with their facial recognition? And the night mode, but it's happening during the day, too, so... yeah. I don't know."

His nerves quiet for a moment, overpowered by sheer exhaustion, and he sways slightly on his feet as he leads Mr. Emily inside. If this doesn't work, nothing will, so--

"I just hope you can figure out what's wrong."

[dragonspined]

She had long since decided that humans were selfish annoying creatures. It was a constant toss up if they were more tolerable than bothersome. Devani misses the days where they’d huddled in little villages and feared the dark. Those who remembered such dangers were few and far between. Hunters may know, but they didn’t respect, preferring to shoot and burn whatever disturbed them. Of course the devil was coming, had mankind not practically summoned him?

Lip curls back over sharp teeth with a warning growl. “Do not act like I am not at equal risk in your presence and the one below. Much knowledge has been lost to time, I am not responsible for that.” They’d scoured their network of entities for such answers. Combed old books in dead languages, threatened demons and angels alike. Had they also taken advantage of being in the company of infamous Winchesters? Yes they would be foolish not to. Some needed reminding of the existence of their kind. Not man, though hardly a threat given the lack of proper weapons, but others of magic and myth. There yet remained concern of bleeding to craft such a thing. It’s common knowledge just about anything could be made for extinguishing something not human. “I am old, but the devil is older. I’m afraid you’ll just have to be a little more patient.”

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ミ✉️@prefrcntal : ❝ don't  you  dare  tell  me  you're  sorry. ❞  William  for  Mike

            IT  WAS  THE  SAME  FIGHT,  the  one  that  they  had  been  having  for  nearly  a  decade.  Every time,  like  clockwork,  it  would  happen.  Same  words,  same  setting,  same  feelings.  Guilt.  Shame.  Fear.  All  rise  up  within  him.  His  heart  pounded  and  fists  balled  up.  Enough  was  enough,  he  thought,  this  had  to  stop.  It  couldn't  go  on  forever.

          Did  his  father  not  see  how  none  of  this  would  have  happened  if  he  hadn't  been  so  obsessed.  If  everyone  could  have  just  grieved  and  moved  on.  How  many  families  had  his  father  doomed  to  be  like  his? ❝ Sorry ? ❞  his  clenched  his  jaw,  ❝ Sorry  is  the  last  thing  I'll  ever  say  to  you. ❞

[slasharch]

there's a pit in his stomach and throat, fear causing nausea to push bile up his gut and into his esophagus. wybie doesn't want to be scared. he doesn't want to run and hide and pretend that the people he cares about aren't in danger. legs shake a bit as he faces off with the other mother, hands twisting and turning as he fidgets, trying to calm himself in the maw of a monster. 'i - i'm not af - fraid of you!' he lies, trying desparately to be brave. 'i'm not afraid of you, a - and i'm... i'm going to make sure you don't hurt anyone else! especially not coraline!' @prefrcntal.

[slasharch]

'i would never tell you how to parent bella, charlie,' carlisle has arrived back at his seat across from the other man, in his hand a bottle of wine which he intends to share, though consuming it himself would hardly do a thing. 'there are many different ways to form a relationship with a child, and i believe you to be doing well. more than well - you seem to me a great father,' friendly grin is given to the sheriff as carlisle pops the cork. 'if there is any way i can be of assistance, be it with advice or otherwise, i'm happy to do so. i know you've had your reservations about my family. i only hope our conversation will smooth things over a bit,' he holds up the bottle. 'would you like a glass?' @prefrcntal.

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ミ✉️  @prefrcntal : ❝  do  you  really  think  a  simple  apology  is  going  to  make  everything  alright  again?  ❞  —  tommy  for  michael

          OF  COURSE  IT  WAS  NEVER  GOING  TO  BE  THAT  EASY ,  how  could  Michael  have  ever  believed  otherwise…  Except  he  had  seen  it  before,  the  rare  grace  of  Tommy's  forgiveness.  He  had  seen  the  light  shine  down  upon  Arthur  and  John.  He  had  seen  Ada  be  welcomed  back  with  open  arms  after  running  away  and  declaring  that  she  was  no  longer  Shelby.  He  watched  as  a  stern  expression  softened  into  that  warm  smile  that  made  all  the  bad  worth  it.

         But  at  this  moment,  Michael  Gray  only  received  a  pointed  frown  and  unamused  eyes.  As  if  his  apology  was  a  waste  of  time.  As  if  Tommy  would  rather  set  fire  to  a  pile  of  cash  than  look  at  him.

         Why?  All  because  he  dared  to  question  him.  Dared  to  trust  his  own  gut.  How  many  times  had  others  in  the  family  done  the  same  and  received  only  a  slap  on  the  wrist.  Was  that  not  part  of  the  reason  why  he  was  brought  into  the  fold  and  pulled  away  from  life  in  the  countryside.  To  be  with  his  mother  and  offer  his  skills  to  the  Shelby  Company.  Tommy  had  put  his  name  on  the  door,  given  him  a  family,  and  mentored  him.  Was  one  slip  up  really  going  to  undo  that.  all  because  he  was  born  under  the  name  Gray.

         ❝ No, ❞  he  pursed  his  lips,  ❝ but  it's  a  place  to  start,  Tom. ❞  

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ミ✉️  @prefrcntal  : ❝ Men  without  morals  are  dangerous  beasts. ❞  —  tommy  for  Ada

        ADA  KNIT  HER  BROWS  TOGETHER  AND  STUDIED  HER  OLDER  BROTHER.  By  now  she  knew  that  it  was  never  what  he  said,  or  how  he  said  it,  she  had  to  look  into  his  eyes  to  decipher  the  true  meaning  of  his  words.  Those  blue  eyes  would  reflect  the  truth.  Was  he  simply  reading  too  much  philosophy  before  bed  or  was  it  something  deeper ?  Had  he  gotten  himself  into  a  problem  he  couldn’t  solve?  Or  perhaps  he  was  making  a  mere  snide  remark  about  the  company  she  kept.  She  peered  over  the  lip  of  her  tea  cup,  hoping  that  the  pieces  would  fit  themselves  together.  But  she  was  coming  up  empty.  There  was  too  much  turmoil  surrounding  him  and  too  much  distance  between  them.  When  had  this  distance  formed  between  them ?  Was  it  the  war  …  or  earlier ?  Her  wedding  to  Freddie ?  Her  move  to  London ?  

       ❝ What  does  that  make  you ? ❞  Ada  asked  softly,  placing  her  cup  and  saucer  down  on  the  table.  She  knew  that  at  times  he  thought  of  himself  as  a  man  without  morals,  a  one  man  babel  waiting  to  be  struck  down  by  a  god. 

[secretaryinlovearchived]

@prefrcntal asked: ' you can always ask me for help if you need it.' // joe

she blows strands of blonde hair off of her forehead as she drops the last of the heavy bags onto her apartment floor, before giving joe a warm smile. she hasn't known him for too long, but he had been nothing but kind to her and that was beginning to feel exceedingly rare in today's world. "thank you, joe. i really, really appreciate it. and i really appreciate you going out of your way to help me today. you really didn't need to." jean was used to doing everything herself, a feat that helped her excel at her job but made her incredibly lonely in her day to day life. so when she'd run into joe when she was out shopping for christmas decorations for this year's christmas party, she'd jumped at the offer of help.

she moves to the kitchen to fix them something warm to drink. "the least you can do is let me repay your kindness. i can get us reservations somewhere nice. it won't be, like, dorsia level or anything but i have some ties at some pretty good restaurants with some amazing food." she'd normally offer to cook, but between not only her usual workload, but dealing with her personal christmas workload ( shopping and planning her usual christmas singles party ) and helping patrick with his, she was beyond exhausted. reservations for a nice dinner out were the best she could summon the energy for at the moment.