#purple-laughter

[uh-hellohello]

@purple-laughter liked for a Halloween themed starter

“Hey, L-lav.” Mort grins, he had two pumpkins sitting at his side. “W-wanna carve some pumpkins?”

By the pumpkins he had the tools- stencils, safety knives, scraping spoons, as well as some paint and paint brushes. Mort wasn’t exactly skilled with a knife, so the backup was possibly necessary for him.

[demolitioninevitable-a]

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 Michael’s once again sat in his customary spot in the safe room, his knees to his bloodied chest and his arms wrapped around them shakily. He’d been in here for... he doesn’t even know how long it’s been. Everything’s a blur. Months? Years? He was losing his mind. Nothing feels real and no matter how hard he tries he can’t get out of here. 

 It took him a while to even be able to move without feeling an excruciating amount of pain.

He had just somewhat gotten the hang of the suit’s voicebox. Everyday, he would walk up and bang on the boarded up doors with his fists, screaming, crying for help, until his voice shorted out and he’d have to groan pathetically like a zombie.

  He would sit in here and rot. Until there would be nothing left and nobody to save him.

   He’s brought back to reality somewhat when he hears some strange noise. His ears perk, and he looks up from his spot.

     ‘ ... hello ? I-is someone t-t-there ? ’

Michael rasps, a newfound sense of hope in his voice. He falters though, and he sinks back to the floor, hiding his face in his knees. It was probably just a mouse.

[five-or-so-missing-children]

purple-laughter skomentował(a) Twój post “//Jack and Jeff kill the Fredbear’s Family Diner health inspector....”

((Is it still Involuntary at this point?))

//I mean, at one point, the health inspector wakes up and everyone tries to kill him because they think he’s a zombie. So maybe not.

[little-forgotten-rose-red-blog]

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“I’ve got a present for you!”

There’s a silly smile on Rose’s face as she walks up to her adopted sibling, hands behind her back to hide what she was holding, she had a present for Lavender. It wasn’t anything too spectacular, Rose had made a bracelet using some beads and string. If it was anything it was big and badly tied together but she wanted to make a gift.

[little-forgotten-red-blog-m-blog]

The small purple child rattles a box of Devil's Food Cake Mix. "R-Rose! W-We gotta m-make a cake f-for Ch-Chante! Sh-She's at w-work and h-her birthday's tomorrow!!!" It's 2 am child.

Rose does her best to blink the sleep out of her eyes, she’s tired but that doesn’t matter because she wants to help make a cake.

“Do you know how to make a cake?” she asks after letting out a big yawn

She had no clue where to even start with baking but the two could probably figure it out. 

[childrenoffazbears-blog]

I Remember You...

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Who had known that they were evil all this time?...

After a quite unspeakable night at Freddy’s, the large, shambling monsters that used to be Lavender’s childhood friends were against him. As soon as Midnight had hit, the robot had sprung to life and were... much different, it’s as if they were alive... no, in fact, they WERE Alive. They had been bleeding ‘round the mouth and eyes... they moved so naturally, there was just no other excuse...

He’d succeeded for a while in keeping them away, but now Bonnie had Lavender by the arm and was dragging him away toward the backstage, some of the lyrics from the songs he used to play on the guitar quietly spilling from his aged, crackling voice box. 

As soon as they had passed by Pirate’s Cove, however, Foxy stuck his torso out from behind the curtain, his broken jaw falling open and quivering as he watched Bonnie drag Lavender away.

The rabbit paused and the robot craned it’s head back at the mechanical fox, who was whispering something in an otherworldly tone at Bonnie.

Foxy approached Bonnie and the two of them for a second seemed to exhange something entirely in those ghostly whispers for a few agonizing, terrifying seconds, before Foxy’s jaw, still open, jittered and he grinded his head to look at Lavender.

“ À̹̞̯̣̱r̸͇̫̗͓͓̹̝e̥̲̝ ͎͇̺̘̳͈̜̗̀͜͟y͖͕̬̪͡ǫ̷̛͙̺̱̦̭͙u̢̫͍̠̯͇͔̖̼ ̧͕̣̗͉͕̤̞͉ͅḾ̯̠̘̰͡r̡̼͕̲.̶̠̤̞̀ ̞͎̤̱͍̦́͜L̠̞͝ͅa͎̭̠̗̻͔v̨̛͚̻̺̰̖͠e̺̖̝͎̞̙̟̱̳n̢͉̪͓͕͓̠̪͈̥d̞̦̕ͅe̴̟̘͔̠r̶̝̠̤ ͙̖R̢̼̬̣̰̝̲̮͝i҉̠̩̬͎̠̥̫͕̕d̨̪̝̮͍͟d͈̙͢l̫̜̕ȩ͎̠͓͉?͔̖͉.̨͔̩̤͈.̨̜̝̼̘͜.̨̘̰̩̟͖͈̕” he asked, in a voice not his own, yet it was 

one that was... hauntingly familiar.

[seerchild-archive-blog]

Midnight with the Seers

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Luca’s neighborhood wasn’t the same at night as it was during the day. The streets were dark, and the air was cold. It was tough to see, the yellowing, dim streetlights were the only thing providing any kind of visibility on the cracked concrete path. 

Four shadowy figures moved about in the dark, each one taller than the last, staying out of sight of the lights. They were following someone, a lone half-demon child who was walking by theirself, although they lagged so far behind and were so well hidden by the night that the only way you could tell anyone was there at all was a slight rustling... never something a child would want to hear in the dead of night... although it eventually went quiet after a while.

And then, the lone child was confronted with something intimidating, a figure stood in the glow of the upcoming streetlight, at first his face was obscured, before he looked up, revealing a clownish-looking mask.

And it wasn’t long before the three other pursuing figures joined with the leader.

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@purple-laughter When Indigo first saw that Lavender hadn't come to work, he wasn't too worried. The other was probably just wanted to be alone or needed a day off. Then one by another, the days passed, and there was still no sign of Lavender. Indigo laid awake those dreary nights, anxious that something had happened to the small half demon. He quickly tap tap tapped at Lavender's door, hoping the other was okay. A nervous heart beat in his chest.