#valticl

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valticl said: (he probably at least checks on it daily to make sure it is all alright )

(Whisper screams that’s so cute tho I love let him be happy with his favorite Valve, it’s probably in some hidden room and that’s it, so if someone goes in they just ‘what... this door was locked and it’s just a valve???’

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valticl said: (it's a hidden one- also a brighter red one ;D )

(*weeps gently because that’s honestly so cute and pure I love Valtiel so much I hope he is happy with his hidden brighter red valve*

I imagine he has a bad day and just turns it once and just feels so much better LMAO)

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                       ( “Where...am I...?” )         Was this yet another dream? A horrifying n i g h t m a r e?       All he could remember was taking a simple stroll through a wood-    land area and here he was. Some kind of building, perhaps? Henry     didn’t know and frankly, he didn’t want to know. His lips were dry,      throat blocked by some lump that couldn’t be swallowed.     Words tried to escape but all he could manage were hoarse whispers      and quivering gasps. This...didn’t appear real. It was if reality was     shifting in some way, unveiling a gateway that no mere mortal could    comprehend.     Eyes drifting down, Henry noticed that his hand ( and a majority of   his body as well ) was becoming overrun by the markings... Uncanny    bruises that are shaped like living burns that are taking place upon      his flesh.           This wasn’t out of the blue. It was not random.                       ( It couldn’t be! )      Henry leaned against ( what he could describe as ) an organic wall,    slowly feeling his strength fading in and out. Hearing something what     sounds like valves turning, he brought his head up with some effort,       attempting to cry for help.

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❤ ┆ ▌ THE CHILD had no idea where he was ------ all that he knew was that Daddy said he would come back. Daddy said he would come back ! Stay right here, Daddy said ------ but the child could only remain in that suffocating fog for so long. Soon enough did little legs stray ------ but his arms never strayed; his arms never left the bear he held so close to his chest. The boy only drudged through the streets; glancing left & right as he tried to find some place to hide. Why were all the buildings LOCKED ?

THE BOY KEEPS WALKING; desperate to escape the smog. Fredbear was unusually quiet ------ but  even without Fredbear's help, the boy was filled with an overwhelming dread; the feeling that he & Fredbear weren't alone. Every so often ------- the boy could SWEAR that he saw shadows twitching in the distance; their movments being nothing more than spasms. Those figures alone were enough to unnerve the child ------ but sometimes, Fredbear would make some soft static noises. THAT was strange. Fredbear never made those noises. Ever.

NOT EVEN A SECOND PASSES BY  between the moment he sees a building & the moment he rushed inside. What he was greeted by was an empty tomb; dimmed lights just barely illuminating the rotted furniture lining his surroundings. What sort of building had he wound up in ? The child doesn't even CARE as he sits on the floor & speaks to his plush.

          ' Sometimes, I hear them coming. '

HE'S NOT EXPECTING A RESPONSE; not much more than those weird static noises 「 or maybe Fredbear would talk like everything's ok 」 ------ but he does get ONE. 

                                    ‘ ears and eyes don’t cooperate. ‘

HE COULD FEEL HIS HEART NEARLY STOP DEAD as the voice just stabbed through that foggy air. What was that ? What was that ? ! His sights dart left & right; seeing splotches of brown taint already filthy walls. A hallucination ? A nightmare ? He can't even tell anymore.

          ' ------ H-Hello ? '

          ' Wh-who's there ? '