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@themrfazbear
So because of life and how busy I've become with a variety of things I think I'm going to have to place this account on a hiatus.
Sorry guys. If you'd like my other account information where I am somewhat active then feel free to message me. I'll check this account for a few more days.
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{❦}—Sorry I’m late, sir. I just couldn’t give two дерьмо about coming. But y’know, let’s get it over with.❞
"Make a habit of it and I won't have to give two 'der-mos' about your income.
There's always someone looking for a job."
Those padded footsteps were getting closer. Close enough that it was becoming heavier and heavier the more Freddy got closer to the door that separated him from the other. He really only was curious about the other staying so late that he stared at the door when he got close enough for it to be right there.
❝ Ha ha ha….. ❞
This wasn't real — this couldn't be happening, and yet those heavy footfalls aren't imaginary. They're not in his mind. That's real. Just as real as the laugh that mocks him.
"This is ridiculous."
It's only programming. Nothing supernatural or strange about it. Vincent stands on just the other side of the door waiting, before he reaches towards the handle, fingertips brushing the lock.
All he has to do is turn it.
So he does with a click.
[ Sorry I haven't been very active here. Life got busy and I really lost my muse for Vincent.
Would anyone be interested in threading/plotting?
Otherwise I think I'll be archiving/deleting this account. ]
"Sorry."
He uttered nothing more than that simple reply, clicking his tongue quietly before he raised his gaze up high to meet the other’s, from his seat.
"I forgot to set my alarm."
He had taken a nap to ensure he wouldn’t fall asleep during the job, but he had forgotten to set his alarm and ended up waking up rather late.
It honestly had been a mistake, in fact, confrontation like this with his boss made him rather..
Nervous? Nauseous? It was some word like that. But he knew for sure he felt incredibly on edge, just talking to his boss, let alone sitting in front of him to be scolded.
“You forgot — you forgot. . .”
He trails off and runs his fingers through his hair in frustration. Of course he just ‘forgot’ to set his alarm. Vincent doesn’t have the time to deal with this and already it’s way later than he wanted it to be.
Going through another security guard so soon would be out of the question so he steels himself and smothers his frustration.
“Well you showed up at least. That’s better than nothing.”
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Patience crossed her arms and smirked. The temperature of the room dropped, just enough to be noticeable. Then, leaning forward, she placed her lips right next to his ear, and whispered,
”Boo.”
The change in temperature was easily attributed to the crappy insulation of the building, but when he heard a voice next to his ear he jumped to his feet.
Unwilling to stick around and find the source of the voice he grabs his keys on the desk and dashes for the door —— properly spooked.
"Very easy work. But.. If you want me to I could always copy the files to a flash drive. Plus power won’t be a problem for me.”
She chuckled nervously. It was best to keep some secrets. Or at least from him.
"I’ll have it all done by tonight. Less stress on your shoulders.”
Weird kid. Vincent folds his arms and tilts his head to the side to eye her curiously.
“Sure, whatever, just keep a manual copy. You might not think power would be an issue but around here it is about as reliable as a career politician if you catch my drift.”
For a barely legitimate employee she sure was doing her best to get on his good side.
It made him suspicious.
"Sometimes we get a little bored, I wouldn’t call it torment.. Classes’re out for the day anyway, and some’a the kids around were spreadin’ rumours about this place."
"Kid, your boredom is my strife. So what is it you want? To know if the rumors are true?
See for yourself what horrors await in here? Either way it's not some free for all that teenagers can use as an excuse to amuse themselves."
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"I would think someone your age would have way better things to do than be here. Or is tormenting local store owners the thing to do nowadays?"
{☠} ❝—Now what’re ye ramblin’ on ‘bout?❞ Alistair didn’t like the look on the other’s face, as he felt that there was something off about him. He didn’t know exactly what it was, but there was something not good. Though the Fox didn’t bother to question of it, just yet.
To show and tell or to keep secrets for a little longer. He hums to himself, placing one hand at his chin in thought — it was clearly for show.
"No one around here is perceptive. Can't see the forest for the trees.
Or is it the other way around? Ah, I never can remember with your ways of speech.
It changes every decade."
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"You're late. It's well past closing and I don't stay past closing Mike."
There were many reasons for that, but most of all because he had better things to be doing . . . like not being here. It wasn't like he hated the restaurant, but at night time it was somewhat disconcerting.
Better the night guard than him.
When the other didn’t deliver the next line in his part, 'boo who', i made the demon a bit red in the face. His whole demeanor switched over to the darker color, his eye’s turning black for just a split second before he turned back to normal. His anger was flaring up already in this encounter but it wasn’t exactlythat bad yet. “Play your part, it’s your turn to say BOO WHO, and then I say why are you crying? The monsters aren’t even here yet! Before I open that door.” The man in front of him wasn’t following the script, but watching him panic for a few moments made the demon snap back to his smug attitude. “BUUTTT, I’ll forgive you boss. Only because that face you gave me and that great pun you told. I won’t send you to your ghost grave just yet.” But of course, he meant that figuratively and whether other not the other grasped that was all up to him. But that smug expression fell when the human in front of him decided to be brave. Gripping the handle in an attempt to show that he wasn’t afraid of what lay behind that knocking door. Well, at least he was putting up some form of a fight, right? ”WOW, you’re a bit persistant. Suppose I’ll let you open that door now, only because I want to see your reaction on your face when you see what’s on the other side.” And on the other side? There was nothing, just that children’s pizza joint full of messed up animatronics— Did he mention that one of those animatronics might be knocking on that door?
Vincent doesn’t plan on indulging the dream demon any more than he already had. He rolls his eyes and keeps his mouth shut. Asking ‘boo hoo’ isn’t going to happen. It’s bad enough to have something like a demon in his head —— ‘ha’ echoes somewhere in the dream and his body recoils, gaze jumping around, trying to locate the laughter.
It wasn’t Bill.
A shiver runs down his spine when the dream demon babbles on about persistence and all sorts of nonsense. His focus shifts from the door to him for a breath, but when the door creaks open he looks to see what was on the other side and in an instant he’s reaching for the door to slam it shut again.
Bad enough that he had to deal with the animatronics when he was awake, but in his dreams too? That was just wrong.
“What are you even doing here? What do you want? Get out of my head and go find someone else to bother. “
Vincent is sure his face is pale and eyes wide. He feels like a kid again, like back when he —
To his dismay in his dream he is a kid again. How could he have so little control over his own dreams? It was irritating and made him feel . . . vulnerable.
{☠} ❝—I wasn’ born yesterday, ye bloody arsehole. O’ course I know what hell is.❞ Sometimes the spirit believes Vincent forgets that he was actually a man once. Alive and breathing. Not just some thing controlling a godforsaken robot.
"You might as well been, because Vincent here —? He knows. Intimately."
There's something off with his voice, only a slight difference from before but it's there. Vincent's lips twitch up towards a smirk.
starter call
[ If anyone would like a starter and to write with good ol' Vincent like this post or drop me a message! ]
"Of course I do."
The look on his face from shock was a bit amusing. At least from her standpoint.
"I wouldn’t mind at all. Seems easy enough. Just tell me what I need to do and I’ll get it done for you.”
"Alright then follow me."
He gives a brief gesture before walking towards the front of the restaurant —— cutting through the dining area they were in and then through a hallway.
"At the moment transferring all our digital stuff into a calendar.
Been having too many power outages and losing data. So if you can copy those over then we'll be off to a good start."
