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[cannothide]

“if i have to hear another barney song from the dj, i will let moon end me.” dominick leaned against the wall and covered his face with both hands. a tired groan bubbled in his throat before taking a glance at the arcade technician. “which one is that?”

@scorelists​ // starter.

[curseofbreadbear]

@scorelists​​ ❤’d!

❝ You again? ❞

[This little lady had been an ongoing problem for the Fazbear investigation for some time now; it seemed that every time Norm approached the pizzeria ( without a team backing him up, that is ), he happened to come across her, sneaking past the crime scene tape, maybe even picking a lock or two, and all with flagrant disregard for the law. Somehow, Norm seemed to be the only one who’d ever encountered her -- none of his fellow officers reported her presence, but perhaps that was because he was the only one who really frequented this place. He was apparently more invested in this case than the others, for whatever reason. All of them seemed honed in on one guy as their perp, but Norm wasn't so convinced.]

[As such, he felt the need to dig deeper, to search for more evidence -- but that had become increasingly difficult when he had a wannabe jailbird on his hands, tampering with the pristine crime scene he’d worked to preserve. He'd been lenient, thus far; she was just a kid, but he was starting to lose his patience. He needed to find clues. This wasn't just a matter of finding a child murderer...it was about finding the man who'd killed his kid and bringing him down.]

❝ Y'know, I'm gettin' real sick o' findin' ya here over 'n over again, missy. I've been goin' easy on ya, you bein' a kid 'n all, but maybe that oughtta change. ❞ [The lighthearted, friendly tone he'd adopted with her during their encounters thus far faded; he spoke to her gruffly, the sort of demeanor he reserved for folks who'd gotten on his last nerve. In truth, he likely wouldn't arrest her, even after threatening to do so -- but he had to do something to scare her off, even if it meant intimidating her. She'd be better off if she left well enough alone.] 

❝ Fer the last time -- yer trespassin', little lady. Skedaddle, 'fore I make ya. ❞

[stellartm-m]

            ❛❛   the kiddos are asleep  ,  and  moony  said they had it handled so i thought i’d take a moment to get away and take a little break before having to get back and deal with the aftermath of nap time . ❜❜  which meant the kids having ten times the normal amount of energy  . 

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[roseguidedarc]

        𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄.  𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  when she thought she couldn’t do the thing she loved anymore,  but years later she’d opened herself up to the idea that even if she can’t dance on a stage, under spotlight, with people watching her . . . she could teach others to love, or even enjoy, something she loved.   that’d have to be good enough.   with bag hanging off of shoulder,  clara walks into the studio rented for these specific occasions of ballerina lessons.    (    usually for little girls who run around with their hair tied in ribbons or little ballerina tutu’s ‘round waist that their mothers hurried bought just to make their little one smile.    jude might be older,  but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have some   𝓯𝓾𝓷  did it?  )     ;      ❝ sorry for running a little late, jude. ❞   excuses clara as bag is sat down && the jacket she wore over ballerina clothing is unzipped.    ❝  my youngest is sick , got a cold from a field trip  !   his grandmother was looking after him,  but you know how little kids are . . . they want their mom’s when they don’t feel good.  ❞   clara sits on floor to take out her shoes,  ❝ ready to learn something about ballet?  ❞  clara smiles.     / @scorelists​    liked for a clara afton starter !

[1-800-scaryphone]

BAD DAY PROMPTS || STILL ACCEPTING! || @scorelists​​

scorelists asked: “ maybe you think it’s your job to look after everyone else. but it’s not supposed to be like that. it works both ways. and now it’s my turn to look after you. okay? ” // for norm 🥺

❝ ... ❞

[The disgruntled officer stared at Jude in mild disbelief; was she really offering to hear him out on his problems? On his heartache? He scoffed, a wry smirk on his lips. He wasn't about to vent to a kid...she didn't need to hear about everything that was wrong in his life. She had her own issues to deal with, ones that Norm identified with all too well -- though he'd done his best, up until now, to keep that quiet. Alas, it was probably clear just how much he related to her grief...he resented the killer just as much as she did, and he wanted justice more than anybody else on the force.]

[Norm would hear her out -- he was an adult, and he could handle it. But she was a child. She didn't need the burden of Norm's issues piled on top of her own...although, in fairness, he likely wouldn't have spilled even if she was the same age as him. Whether or not he was okay, she didn't need to concern herself with him.]

❝ Dunno what made y'think that, li'l lady. I'm lookin' out fer myself, so you don't gotta worry 'bout me. Alright? I'll be fine. ❞

[1-800-scaryphone]

DIALTOWN STARTERS || ALWAYS ACCEPTING! || @scorelists​​

scorelists asked: ❝ Hi, never say that again. ❞ // for phonegingi!

❝ Oh, what? Y'mean I can't say CRUNGUS? ❞

[Oh, dear Phone-God. This is the chaos Little Billy wanted. This is precisely why that monster taught that word to you, Phonegingi. He wanted you to repeat it and get un-alived in public. You absolute fool.]

❝ I'll say it all I want!!! Your rules cannot keep me down!!! I am a being of pure ANARCHY. Here, listen, listen. ❞ [They took a deep breath, then SCREECHED at the top of their lungs -- the infamous "goblin screech." Of course, this time, it was being used for nefarious purposes.] ❝ C R U N G U S!!! ❞

[1-800-scaryphone]

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scorelists asked: “Is that the only word you know? ‘No’?”  // help i'm so sorry norm she's being an annoying daughter

❝ No, it ain't -- ❞ [Fuck. Another "no." Cue a number of frustrated grumbles from the officer, who pinched the bridge of his nose -- or rather, where his nose WOULD be -- through his paper bag.]

["No," "no," "no." This sounded like an argument he might have with -- with one of his...]

[...That didn't matter. What mattered was keeping Jude away from a scene that might hurt and/or traumatize her in the long run. Brief as his time with Jude had been, he'd practically adopted her into his family and treated her as such; he wouldn't want one of his kids wandering into a scene like this, whether or not they'd been partnered up with him for this long. As such, she wasn't going to tag along...even if there was crucial evidence for their case. He'd examine the scene for both of them.]

❝ Listen, Jude. I'm just tryin' t' protect ya. I... ❞ [Norm struggled to get the words out; it felt like he was addressing one of his own children, which came with a great deal of baggage that he didn't want to address.] ❝ ...I don't want ya gettin' hurt. Alright? ❞

[curseofbreadbear]

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scorelists asked: “You’re not a good person. You pretend to be, but you’re not.” for cassidy!

[Cassidy felt herself fume, but it wasn't out of pure vehemence this time around; it was because those words cut her deeper than she'd care to admit.]

[Sure, she didn't masquerade as a beacon of goodness or anything, but she thought she was acting on sound principles. Her revenge was just. Her actions were fueled by vengeance that she craved, by vengeance that she wanted not only for her sake, but for those around her. How many lives had that MONSTER stolen? How many children had he TORN APART? Families DEVASTATED? She was doing what was right.]

[And when she'd killed Oliver, she'd been doing what she thought was right, too.]

[When she listened to Sammy's story, one that she couldn't even bring herself to mock, she could pinpoint one true source of his pain: his older brother. The one who tormented and traumatized him, left him crying under tables, and locked him in rooms while he screamed his lungs out. The one who bullied him relentlessly until he wound up in Fredbear's jaws. That wasn't the end of it, either. Sammy had to endure weeks of repetitive nightmares where demonized versions of the animatronics would hunt him down, all while he relived his last week alive on repeat. Over and over. It sounded like Hell to Cassidy. It might serve as inspiration for what she'd put her murderer through.]

[Oliver deserved what she'd put him through...at least, she'd thought so. He tormented her best friend. He killed Sammy. He deserved to die. Yet, when she'd so proudly announced what she'd done for her bestest friend in the whole wide world, he...he was furious. He shut her out. And so she had no choice but to do the same, if only to protect herself. He wasn't a very good friend anyway if he'd reject a gift like that...right?]

[But now, she was confronting a possibility that she couldn't stand acknowledging in the slightest. Was there a chance that, maybe...just maybe...she was...wrong? She hated thinking about it. It would throw everything she'd known into question. But, Sammy's reaction...the way Jude, Oliver's little girlfriend, was treating her...what was this? She wasn't wrong! She...she couldn't be...]

[Cassidy's suit trembled, the spirit within crossing her arms protectively; she wasn't a good person, but she'd never told herself otherwise. She knew she was "bad." Bad, bad, bad. She'd never done anything good, nor would she ever. That felt like inherent knowledge, an echo, perhaps from her brief life. But who would've instilled that belief in her?]

[Oh, well. It didn't matter.]

❝ I never said I was. ❞ [Her voice sounded cold as ever, trying to maintain the same nonchalant façade she'd been displaying up until this point. She couldn't let Jude's words get to her. Or, rather...she couldn't let Jude know they were getting to her.] ❝ All I said was that your dumb little boyfriend got what he deserved. I hope he rots. ❞