PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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if i look back, i am lost
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@wiitheriing
;; i forgot to make a post, but i’ve lost a bit of muse for bonnie, so i’m gonna put this blog on a bit of a hiatus until my muse comes back up. thank you for allowing me to meet and roleplay with you guys in the meantime, y’all are too sweet. hopefully i’ll gain muse for my little bunnie boo here soon. thank you!
we’re all just looking for a way to feel ALIVE again
you broke every piece, shard and fragment of me and yet– i’m still loyal to you.
siroikaho:
ちょっと背伸びをしてみる。
(影の当て方間違えました)
Friendly reminder for FNaF fans!
kooszmaar:
Today/Tomorrow is anniversary of Five Nights at Freddy’s series.
( cxrpsebriide: )
♥~ “Even those who dwell in darkness can find companionship,” Emily smiled softly, heart aching when she saw the very desperation of affection in his body language. He loathed his appearance, she knew that much, and couldn’t imagine how traumatic that experience must have been. Having your face, your identity, stolen…
It was too horrible for her to imagine.
She craned her head upwards to meet his red gaze and her smile warmed. “Though we are kindred spirits, it seems we don’t even know each other’s names.”
She definitely didn’t want to make that mistake again. That bloody maggot did have a point. She rushed into things without giving a thought to the practicalities. “My name is Emily. What’s yours, my dear?”
how very true were her words. even those lost and forgotten, thrown to the side like nothing more than garbage, they can always still find something to bond with within another. and having been away from another being for so long, bonnie was able to will himself to latch on to make a companion.
when she spoke again, another one of those laughs rattled around within his voice box, causing it to shake and a decent amount of muffled static to follow. the poor voice hadn’t been used in so long he had forgotten of what his own voice had sound like. let alone, what he himself looked like.
"ᵉᵐᶤˡʸ... ᵃ ˡᵒᵛᵉˡʸ ᶰᵃᵐᵉ. ᶤ ᵃᵐ ᵇ-ᵇ-ᵇᵒᶰᶰᶤᵉ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵘᶰᶰʸ."
( idxntwannago: )
a smile appeared on the child’s face as he realized that his question worked to stall going back out.
“ Where are the birthday hats? “
he looked at the door, before stepping away from it to begin looking for where the hats might be kept. he looked at his plushie and knew to tell it what he was doing.
“ we have to find the birthday hats first, freddy, before we go back to the others. “
before bonnie was to lead the boy on their expedition to find the best birthday hat he knew, the purple haired male couldn’t help but smile down as he listened to the child talk with his plushie. this moment of innocence threw bonnie a curve. he could remember the times he had done that; talking with pieces of scrap metal in the PARTS AND SERVICE room to keep company.
but that was before he met the little boy. and with that, he gently squeezed the boy’s hand, allowing for him to guide the child towards a different room, one that had a head of a friendly looking bear on the front. the storage closet. it was a place where extra necessities were kept.
bonnie released his hand from the boy to go venture off down the shelves, rummaging through them till he finally spotted it. the birthday hat. it was golden, of course, sparkled right in the light. freddy kept these ones here for special occasions, and bonnie thought nothing of it.
"ʰᵉʳᵉ, ᵗʳʸ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵒᶰᵉ ᵒᶰ, ᶜʰᶤᵉᶠ. ˢᵖᵉᶜᶤᵃˡ ʰᵃᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ˢᵖᵉᶜᶤᵃˡ ᵏᶤᵈ."
“ Bonnie, your fucking face is gone. ”
eye see what you mean.
;; bad pun, i’m sorry. but thank you for reading my rules, friend! ♥
( cxrpsebriide: )
♥~ Now, Emily’s frightfully pale forehead consisted of entire valleys of furrows. She was not happy at all. How could they do such a thing? Did they even know this animatronic was sentient? They surely must, for Emily herself would struggle if anyone tried to steal her face and give it to someone else.
She was clearly already emotionally invested in this strange mechanical creation. She knew what it was like to have something precious stolen, perhaps not her face but certainly her life. She knew that pain all too well and she wanted to help ease his.
She hated to see anyone suffer, human or not.
“I’m so sorry,” she softly exhaled. “The world of men is a cruel one. I know that all too well.” Without a trace of fear, she placed a hand on one of his servos, spider-like fingers soothingly caressing the dusty and matted fur. “I know how you feel, darling, and am no stranger to loss myself. And, while I don’t know how much I can help, I will try to do my best.”
memories of his past seemed to flicker like an old movie before his eyes. one second he was on the stage. the next, his guitar was being taken from him. and one second by the next, he saw himself deteriorate. saw everything being taken from him, one piece at a time. and why? because he was old? a bit broken? children were becoming scared of him?
he froze.
that was his biggest fear. fear from children. he adored children. loved the way that he’d put smiles on their faces when he sang and played his music for them. but all of that was taken from him in a blink of an eye.
however, he was brought back into reality when a soft hand made contact with his fur. the red light faded in and out, as his head leaned into her touch.
"ʸ-ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵈᵒᶤᶰᵍ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃᶰ ᵉᶰᵒᵘᵍʰ. ᶤᵗ ʰᵃˢ ᵇᵉᵉᶰ ᵃ ˡᵒᶰᵍ ᵗᶤᵐᵉ ˢᶤᶰᶜᵉ ᶤ'ᵛᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵃᶰʸ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ. ᶤᵗ'ˢ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵏᶰᵒʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶤˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒᶰᵉ ᵉˡˢᵉ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᶤˢ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ."
( asksecurityofficermitchellandco: )
Mitchell gave a nod of his head before stopping and going back to help the other “Let me help ya, and thanks for the tip keep forgetting that the Puppet loves their music” he said to the bunny as the two headed to the prize corner.
if bonnie could smile, he would have made a small one. but, of course, smiling with one half of mouth didn’t exactly work out in his favor. nevertheless, he was grateful for the man lending his strength.
he gave him a nod of thanks. “it’s a shame though... most tend to forget to rewind the box.” after a few stumbled steps, the two had managed to reach the counter of the prize corner in one piece. more or less. “you see it anywhere? my eyesight isn’t like it used to be.”
musxng:
don’t you forget about me, I won’t forget about you.
( asksecurityofficermitchellandco: )
Nodding the male turned in the direction of the prize corner “well lets to see them” he said to the other leading the way even tho knowing leaving his post could be dangerous for him.
the old bunny nodded his head, a few creaks were heard. as the man started to lead the way, bonnie attempted to stand. gripping the wall for support, the one-armed animatronic started to stagger after him.
“careful, though...” the bunny warned. “the music box must never stop playing.”
( cxrpsebriide: )
♥~ As the animatronic began to speak, Emily jumped slightly in shock but made no move to back away. She was surprised rather than fearful. And, after all, she was already dead– what could he (she presumed it was a he) do to her now?
Besides, she knew that tone, one of broken weariness and purist sorrow. He held no malicious intent, at least none that she could sense.
She softly frowned when he continued to speak and another pang of sympathy clenched her otherwise unbeating heart. “Who took you away, darling? And who is him?”
as she inquired him, bonnie felt his head begin to slump. it creaked and groaned, the sounds of metal in protest at the slightest movement. one of the lights in his eyes flickered out. but one remained. it glared at the checkered floor. he had said too much.
and yet, for some reason, he felt like he could speak more. someone was here to listen to his story. the worry in her voice, this strange lady... bonnie hadn’t heard such concern for him in a long time. no one ever cared about bonnie. that was why he remained here.
"ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈᶤᵈ... ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᵏᵉʳˢ. ᵗʰᵉ ᵒʷᶰᵉʳˢ. ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢᵃᶤᵈ ᶤ ʷᵃˢ ᵍᵉᵗᵗᶤᶰᵍ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵒˡᵈ. ᵗᵒᵒ ᵇʳᵒᵏᵉᶰ."
something of a sigh escaped out, though it was more like muffled static.
"ᵇᵒᶰ-ᵇᵒᶰ... ᵐʸ ʳᵉᵖˡᵃᶜᵉᵐᵉᶰᵗ. ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵐʸ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ. ᵗʰᵉʸ ᶠᶤˣᵉᵈ ᶤᵗ ᵘᵖ. ᵃᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᶤᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᶤᵐ ᵗᵒ ʷᵉᵃʳ."
( nightwalkingbeast: )
wiitheriing
•░🎤 ░• → “ I-If it isn’t m-my FAVORITE bunny! W-What brings y̛͚̯͍̠̺ọ͉͔̟̪ͅu̘̹͍̥ͅͅͅ to the s-stage? “
"ᶠʳᵉᵈᵈʸ? ᶤˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ? ᶤ ʰᵃᵛᵉᶰ'ᵗ ˢᵗᵒᵒᵈ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᶤᶰ ˢᵒ ˡᵒᶰᵍ. ᶤ'ᵛᵉ... ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵉᶰ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ˡᶤᵏᵉ..."
( asksecurityofficermitchellandco: )
Mitchell gave a smile to the other “So where was the last place you think it was?” he asked the other hoping maybe the two could retrace their steps.
the purple bunny shuttered for a second. the gears seemed to be turning in his head, as if trying to remember where his face could possibly be. after being away from it for so long, bonnie could hardly remember what his face even looked like.
“my face... it could be by the prize corner. the puppet knows where everything is.”
