#sam-wtf-life

[septic-dr-schneep]

How are the pliers doing now that annus is living his last hours?

What are they up to?

Most of them are probably going about their business. The sensitive ones like Shepherd and Erik would be upset, so they’re preparing condolences. Dark and Dr. Iplier may be watching the stream, Iplier because he has to mark the time of death, Dark because he’s intrigued by how it’s going down. Host is cataloguing the history.

[smileys-studio]

Heya! Quick question... what do you back? Do you have a favourite recipe?

“Well, I enjoy baking desserts, but on my show I don’t bake with..traditional ingredients. I also typically cook more than bake.” 

“My favorite recipe however? Hm. I do enjoy a good filet mignon, although I don’t use beef.” 

[septic-dr-schneep]

I wonder if Marvin ever snapped after being woken up by chases nightmares and watching over him for weeks on end...

Surprisingly, maybe not. Chase’s nightmares usually don’t go on for weeks, at least not consistently, and if there is a running stint of them, Jameson can take turns being there for Chase too so Marv can try to rest. 

[septic-dr-schneep]

Hey, just had a random idea during my shift.... What if anti would infiltrate a meet and greet with Jacky. No one notice he isn't a normal fan and Jacky has to choose between treating him like a normal fan and be nice to him or outing him out and risk everyone being killed by the stranger danger in disguise.

Well, there are always police and security details at big events like those; he’d probably just have to subtly alert them that something was wrong and hope for the best!

[septic-dr-schneep]

Night terror with schneep or marvin?

“Schneep, wake up! It’s just a dream, you’re safe!” Marvin implored, but he could have just stayed silent for all the good it was doing. Thrashing away from his attempts to touch, the doctor cried and screamed, covering his head as if to shield himself from a blow. Was Marvin’s raised voice making it worse? That thought felt like a slap to the face. 

Biting his lip, he went for more physical aid, pulling away the blankets Schneep was kicking at so they wouldn’t keep him pinned down. His sobs as he curled into a tight ball made Marvin’s stomach knot. He could make a pretty good guess as to what – or who – Schneep was trying to hide from.

“Henrik,” he murmured. “Can you hear me? It’s Marvin. Whatever you’re seeing, it’s not real. It’s over. You’re at home and you’re safe. I’m here with you. I won’t let anyone hurt you, I promise.”

[septic-dr-schneep]

Mythical AU, since chase can hear sam.... could we have some wholesome chase/sam talk?

“Can you see them?” Chase whispered, hovering hopefully in front of Sam’s tank. The mascot’s pupil dilated, taking on a distant look, and then his tail twirled gently in recognition.

“Yes. Brianna and Connor are playing with their neighborhood friends. They smile, they laugh...They appear happy.” After a pause, Sam tilted slightly, his thoughts a shade warmer. “As do you, Chase Brody.” The ghost huffed a soft laugh at that.

[septic-dr-schneep]

Since it's our bois B-day.... How would he celebrate it? With the other pliers or on his own? Would the other pliers scramble away in fear of his.... definition of a birthday party?

Oh, you can bet there wouldn’t be a soul in the manor who wouldn’t be aware of the celebration XD Wilford’s parties are probably a lot like they were when he was the Colonel, just pinker and noisier -- and you should probably be just sober enough to dodge any stray bullets. 

[septic-dr-schneep]

Nightmare with jj and jacky next! I wonder what he'll be dreaming of...

Jameson nearly hurled himself right out of Jackie’s arms in his frantic attempt to escape. Jackie startled, retightening his hold before he could fall. That was when the speech slides that flew around his head caught his attention. The words were blurred and stuttery.

“I’m not a puppet! I’m not a puppet! I’m not a puppet, I’ll never kill for you! Never, never, never, never -- I beg you -- Don’t make me kill him! Leave us alone!”

“JJ, wake up! You’re gonna hurt yourself!” Jackieboy barked in alarm, wrangling him back to restrain his flailing limbs. Desperately Jameson heaved his legs out, pedaling at air. It was only when his foot cracked against the edge of the coffee table that he jolted awake, bursting into tears as the explosion of pain and the adrenaline overwhelmed him. “JJ...” Jackieboy repeated softly, drawing a breath as Jameson twisted and buried his face in his chest, dampening the front of his jumpsuit. Jackieboy pursed his lips, ran a hand over his back and said nothing.