#rabbitraw

[bravevolunteer-a]

vanny has him tied up and puts him in a foxy mask <3

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"REALLY?" Michael's jaw clenches, tense as he tries another tug at the fucking restraints she's decided to use ( disadvantages to the... state his body is in: corpses can't escape being tied up that easily! ). The mask settles over his face, and he doesn't need a full view of himself to know exactly what it looks like. The thought alone makes him feel sick. "Y'made your point already, you know? What's next? Wanna launch into a lecture about how we're really the same deep down, you and I." Teach an new rabbit old tricks as much as he wants, Michael's HEARD this shit already.

[revvnant]

@rabbitraw / something unpleasant + vanessa

"Walk me through what I'm seeing, here." Oil drips down the far wall. He's stopped the sanitation bots, shooing them back to their regular rotation with a swipe of his wristwatch. He doesn't want them muddying the scene. Not until he understands what's happened. Murder at a Freddy's establishment is old hat enough to be almost gauche (in generous terms; as if Michael doesn't spend every waking hour and some sleeping worrying about it). 'Murder' of an animatronic is... new.

[ladyseidr]

@rabbitraw asked: ❝ just wondering what you taste like. / for Elise ❞ ( what if we kissed? prompts )

Elise let the comment linger in silence for a moment, uncrossing and re-crossing the near-bare legs she so enjoyed showing off in a short dress. A drag of her cigarette, eyes scanning over Vanessa's figure. ( Always liked to believe she had the upper hands in sex and all things related, whether or not that was true. ) "You know, I could take that two ways. But I'll be kind and spare you the trouble of me making assumptions." ( As though she wouldn't have jumped at either opportunity. )

"You know, you only need to ask." And here she was standing, crossing what little space there was between them, and reaching out to trace a finger along Vanessa's jaw. There was something ravenous in her gaze and touch, forefinger sliding to pinch chin between it and her thumb. Like Elise enjoyed this potential act of theft, their first meeting ever-present in the back of her mind. Her thumb lifted, brushed over Vanessa's bottom lip. "Just say please, pretty thing."

[avemaria-aaa]

" mom said that we didn't have to do that anymore "

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[bravevolunteer-a]

@rabbitraw asked: “You have to keep it a secret. I’ll find out if you tell anyone.” VANESSA // emotional manipulation starters

TENSIONS HIGH, their mutual secrecy's constant simmering come awfully close to boiling over. An overwhelming paranoia to her that Michael recognizes within himself: as if his physical state isn't enough to conceal, he is always carrying the past under wraps... fitting pattern for the volunteer trying to make sure those memories stay dead, doomed to always return with it. He suspected Vanessa's involvement before gaining enough proof ( again, recognizing the weight of carrying secrets in how she carries herself, plus all the other inexplicable circumstances he began to notice during nights at the Pizzaplex ), but Michael had no way of telling... just how deeply involved she really is.

If he's latched onto her... then how much DOES she know? All that Michael has kept under lock and key, was Vanessa steps ahead of him the entire time? That's how his father always was... always steps ahead, always the one to win.

Michael slowly raises his hands, palms out and open in front of his chest— nothing to defend himself with, practically cornered in the damn hideout he managed to find. "Who the fuck would I even tell?" Not his best tactic ( but he does have a point ), Michael gestures to himself, as if to ask who would even believe either of them. "I won't tell anyone, I swear." If his suspicions are correct, Vanessa should know that Michael can keep a secret, at least. "But you have to tell me the rest of the truth. No more bullshit."

[prim0star]

SUMMONING . . . @rabbitraw whispered: i’m not scared, not of you. [ prompts. ]

THERE IS A DELICATE BALANCE IN THE WORLD   [  …  ]   one that all must obey and keep their eye on.   predator and prey;   the hunter and the hunted.   a shifting pyramid as time went on,   established by not the strongest or most intelligent;   but the one most willing to adapt.   all primo had ever done was adapt.   changing to fit an impossible mould,   angering some and pleasing others.   with obedient smiles and kind words to distract all that he is naught but a wolf in sheep’s clothing.   a predator in a world full of prey   —   now the wolf stood before the rabbit.

gloved finger taps against bone - white design of his cane.   another distraction from the bite of papa emeritus the first,   forgetting that behind kind smiles lay fanged - canines.   vampiric the very name.   infernal eye staring down strong nose as a low chuckle left painted lips   [   run, little rabbit   /   before his claws catch you.   ]   shining of pearl - white teeth in the dim light of the setting sun beyond.   not long now,   little one,   the night is dark and full of terrors.

❝ is that so?   my,   what a brave little thing you are. ❞ slow,   proud steps taken.   approaching closer and closer.   he can hear you,   the blood that pumps through your veins.   he may have turned his back on traditional hunts but when prey wanders into his home so willingly  . . .   ❝ because i am a gentleman,   i shall give you a head start. ❞ tossing aside the cane without care,   the distraction of it not needed.  pulling leather gloves off his hands;   revealing the classic talons of the skeletal papa.   tossing the gloves aside with the cane.   fanged - maw in a grin,   predatory in how it grew too large.   something not quite human nor beast. not quite him.

❝ ten seconds,   yes?   oh,   that is plenty time.   perhaps you should be afraid of me,   little rabbit.  go on, ❞ hands shoo at her,   ❝ start running. ❞ 

[getslashed]

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[feardrummed]

@rabbitraw: I thought I did everything right . (any verse u want)

fnaf starters / accepting

ollie figures that vanessa doesn't know she's there. fair enough: they haven't actually seen that much of each other since...since it ended. after the nightmare that had been living with the glitch of her father ended, ollie was left with nothing but guilt and fear. her life, her sense of who she was taken from her, the realization that the only time her father seemed to care for her was when he could reduce her to a blank slate and make her a completely different person.

of course ollie finds out what vanessa's doing, and of course she plans to stop it. the only thing worse than the situation ollie's in now would be going back to her father's influence. she doesn't know how it'd work, if vanessa bringing him back would cause ollie to get trapped in it again or not, but she's not about to risk it.

from where ollie is, tucked behind a wall, she can't see what vanessa is doing exactly, but general knowledge of vanessa's goal and her words are enough to make ollie shudder. finally she steps out of her hiding spot, and the sight of vanessa's setup provokes a look of pure horror from ollie.

"what the fuck are you doing?" despite an attempt to sound authoritative, her voice trembles. she can't go back to that.