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[fazbear-security]

🐾 (/tagged/caboose on my blog if u need to see)

🐾 … meeting your muse’s pet for the first time.

“….hey there, buddy.” Michael would later swear there was only one dog sitting attentively at his feet when he turned around to rummage in the treat bag. In any case, the black shepherd dwarfed in the shadow of his Newfoundland certainly wasn’t one of his. He looked around, but couldn’t see anyone else in their little corner of the dog park.

“Where did you come from…?”

[purpleshadowedman]

❛ honestly if i survive the next 3 years of my life i will be impressed with myself ❜

“Is there something wrong Mort?” He casually glanced over to him with a rather concerned look, setting aside his phone for the moment.

[fazbear-security]

“...what?” Mike shifted awkwardly. Mort had been the one to ask. “Too graphic?” He guessed. “I was probably too graphic. Uh, sorry...about that...”

[fazbear-security]

🔨

Send “🔨” and my muse will describe physical pain they have felt.

“I got stabbed once, and it felt like I would have imagined getting shot felt like…” Mike frowned. He crossed his arms, quietly covering the scar hidden beneath his shirt.

“I know it’s cliche to say it ‘hit me like a freight train’, but it did; completely out of nowhere, and so sharp and strong, I actually couldn’t breathe for a few seconds. It would not go away, either. Even after my ex pulled out the knife and ran away.” The young man twitched.

“Actually, I’d say it started hurting worse, then, because I couldn’t stay in denial about it when my chest was spitting blood all over the sidewalk with every sharp throb.” He shuddered. “That, and the girl I was picking up my notes from started screaming….she was a soprano for the college choir, so she had some serious lungs. Kinda hard to stay in shock with a piercing C# ringing in your ears, you know?”

[purpleshadowedman]

🌸

Vincent would have been just casually lounging around in the office when he would see him out of the corner of his eye. “Oh hey Mort–?” He would stop mid sentence before looking up at the flower crown that was just placed on his head. “What’s this for?” He inquired as he quirked an eyebrow at him.

[fazbear-security]

❤❤

❤❤ I could let my guard down and fall asleep in your presence and feel safe.

“Aww, thanks, man.” Mike smiled warmly. “I really appreciate that. Seriously. I do.”

[fazbear-security]

🎧

For every “🎧” I get, I’ll tell you one of my character’s favorite songs.

“Hey Jude” - The Beatles

Originally, Mike didn’t have much of an opinion of this song. It was one his father enjoyed, and Shaun would sing it every time it came on the radio. Mike wouldn’t join in, but he heard it so many times that - by the time he graduated high school - he had it memorized.

After Shaun’s death, Mike started noticing the song on the radio more and more. He started out just humming, at first, but eventually graduated up to singing, since the words were familiar, and the tune reminded him of his father.

Mike still won’t outright call the song one of his ‘favorites’, but he’ll sing with it any time it comes on.

[fazbear-security]

"What should we do? I'm good at panicked screaming."

FNAF: The Musical - sentence starters

“That’s a good Plan C.” Michael decided, still pressing his back against the office door. “We might need that later.”

He’d used up Plan A (scream and run away) already, and Plan B boiled down to hiding in the supply closet until the coast was clear, so it was good they had some options.