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It doesn't feel like it's been that long since the count was 1,300, it's really comforting to know that all we have to do is survive the same amount of time from then to now just 12 more times. Thank you for putting what feels like forever into a different perspective :] /gen
Of course my friend. We’ve endured 257 days. What’s 1,203 more?
Statement of tumblr user writintnotes520, regarding the mascots at her workplace. Statement begins.
I used to love going to theater day camp as a child. Every summer, from the ages of eight to thirteen, I would pick a week to go and learn songs and dances so we could ultimately put on a show. When I turned sixteen, I was finally eligible to work there, and so I decided, why not? I'll give the next generation the same joy my counselors gave me.
Going in as a near-adult was strange, though. The place was both bigger and smaller than I remembered it, with rooms I'd never seen before and counselors that seemed even more cheery than I recalled. Of course, that's nothing paranormal, I had to put on that wide camp-counselor smile too, but it did unsettle me. In my first week, I was assigned to supervise a group of preschool aged children throughout their days.
The preschoolers have a very different routine from everyone else. The song we sang in the morning was different, about how our mascot wanted to play with us, and all our time indoors was spent between three rooms. These rooms "belonged" to our company mascot, a jester by the name of Jingle. (I know the Archivist reads these, and I know some others may have access to the archives as well, so I do ask that if you recognize the company, not to mention it. I'd rather not lose my job, as unsettling as it is to work there.) Jingle has a fair amount of lore, including a birth certificate that simply lists his date of birth as "Tuesday". Canonically, his social security number is 1. He may very well be ancient.
Working with the little kids, I have often had to mention Jingle. I told them that we were doing art classes in his "house" because he invited us, that he never showed up to the children because he was always somewhere else or just shy, and of course, we had to keep up the lie that he existed in the first place. Images of jesters are everywhere in the building, whether they be dolls or paintings, so it wasn't that hard to pretend any one of them was the real Jingle. However, whenever we passed through the hallway where the preschool kids store their bags and lunch, I couldn't shake the feeling that the eyes of all those jesters and painted characters were watching me.
Jingle has an evil twin, Jangle, which we often don't tell to the younger kids. Jangle is the trickster jester who scrambles up the puzzles or makes kids solve his riddles in the newsletter they send home with the students. He was never truly scary, not even when I was little. But when I was around nine years old, on our daily walk to the field by the building for recess, a fellow camper pointed at a small box-like structure, taller than it was wide, probably large enough to fit an average adult, with a gated door and an interior too dark to see. "See that?" they asked me. "That's where they keep Jangle locked up."
That scared me for a while, the idea that the camp was keeping Jangle so close yet so isolated in his cell, but I always found comfort in the gate door always remaining closed. A couple times, I could have sworn I could see a jester-like figure inside, but after a while I dismissed it as my imagination just making things up.
Now that I work there, however, and have worked with a couple different age groups, I'm not so sure. For some reason, I feel a little pang of fear whenever I see that structure and notice that the gate is open. We don't take that route to the park anymore. We take the longer one instead. (Though we do have to pass a cybertruck on that longer route, so... maybe risking meeting the evil jester would be preferable).
Statement ends. (And I have many more where that came from, this is arguably my most normal statement-type story)
(Don't worry idk what summer camp you're talking about, and even if I did I ain't a snitch!)
I feel like this is Spiral or Stranger mixed with Buried (cause of the box) or maybe the Dark cause it's dark lol. Also the lore goes crazy, all they need now is mascots and boom, fnaf!
so. based off some of the things I've seen in your posts and reblogs
did Hajime get forcefemmed at some point?????
no but now i desperately need to know what posts you saw that gave this impression because im crying real tears at this ask
What are your pronouns btw? There’s none listed for the mod of this blog
I like to keep things mysterious
The serious answer is that this isn’t my personal blog so I don’t feel compelled to have my personal pronouns here. I spent an entire day thinking about this and, well, why not punt the decision to you guys again?
Do you want to know the mods’ personal pronouns?
Yes
No
Follow-up statement of tumblr user writingnotes520, after case #0262706, regarding the theater day camp. Statement begins.
I've worked two weeks there this summer, so far. Already the place seems even stranger than I last described. The first week went well enough, with nothing particularly odd, but the second was... interesting.
In the first week, my superior was a man. He was somewhat new to the state, and definitely new to the job, though I'd seen him at training. I'll call him Jake, though keep in mind this isn't his real name, no one I will be discussing will be referred to by their real names. Jake was nice enough, but the next week, he was gone, replaced by Lily, a woman I knew had worked there in previous summers. Lily is also great, but no one has discussed Jake or what happened to him. According to my fellow counselors the other day, our bosses have refused to acknowledge that Jake ever existed.
In the meantime, Lily was acting strange this past week. When putting on an accent that was supposed to sound like a pirate, she sounded almost exactly like Breekon and Hope. She used the phrase "Bone Apple Teeth" that same day, and didn't say anything when I pointed out what she'd said. She might have been making a joke, but when paired with the general unsettling feeling the place gives me at times, I don't quite trust her.
I got a closer look at the small structure I described in the first statement. It seems to have some type of furniture, and a window in the back. Even with the gate being now perpetually open, it is behind a short fence, but this doesn't make me any less freaked out. I can't help but wonder if anyone truly did ever live in there.
Statement ends.
Bone apple teeth..BONE APPLE TEETH?! ..Bon Appetit?
Bro is your boss Helen or something?? Cause that would be cool ngl- Also rip Jack, got replaced by the stranger probably
Also if someone did actually live in the structure at some point that would be..horrifying actually just why-
Also congrats! Your workplace is definitely Spiral and Stranger coded!
I hope you know that whenever you interact with one of my fandom posts I immediately hear "SHE DOESN'T EVEN GO HERE" in my head
i dont know anything about the juliet musical other than romeo dies (??) and i have a brief synopsis of like. the Basic Plot of ride the cyclone so my limited knowledge of both of these musicals came together when i saw your au post and i was like "ooooo this cooks. probably i think"
You moved out? Congrats :D
i diddd kind of., im living w my grandparents rn but i move into an apartment for college in abt a month
HAPPY BIRTHDAY :D
your gift from me is the reminder that I've known you since you were 13 and so I've seen every cringe phase you've had since then
shaking in my boots
