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Argh! How are ye, matey's? Welcome to Pirate Cove! I-I-I-I-I-- help me I hope ye be havin' fun here, a-a-a-and don't forget to follow the rul-rul-rul-rul-rul-- get me out of here rules or you'll be walkin' the plank!

[somethingoncelost-blog]

     Dum, de dum dum—

     His visible eye wide by the time the unforeseeable singing had started, Ciel spun himself toward the curtain where the sound seemed to be loudest. Temporarily silenced as the scratchy noise continued, he watched the curtain to see for any movement or any indication that there was another soul in this room.

     But the whole place stood still like the dead of night.

     "Sebastian—pull the curtain away," he ordered, taking a daring step toward where the singing was as his butler climbed atop the stage. He didn’t know whether to address the sound directly or assume the person who activated it was long gone; fleeing somewhere else in the depths of this place. 

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Foxy laughed and started going through the motions of his show, waving his hook hand in a greeting.  "Ah - hoy - hoy, mateys! I - i - it's been a long - long time since any of ye ca - came t' see o - o - ol' Foxy! I - I - I missed see - see -- scaring -- seein' ye!"

He stepped off the pegs keeping him on the stage and moved closer to the edge. "What - what - what's yer name, la - la - laddie? A - a - are ye a pirate t - too? May - maybe ye want to be a ca - ca -- killer -- captain ju - just like ol' Fo - Foxy here!"

[androgynyou]

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"Ring around the rosie, pocket full of posies. Ashes, ashes, we all fall down. Ring around the rosie, what do you suppose we can do to fight the darkness in which we drown?

Ring around the rosie, this evil thing, it knows me. Lost ghosts surround me, I can’t fall down.”

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[all] quirks my muse habitually has.

[yoho-outoforder]

Writers, bold all of your character’s regular truths.

1. Smoking: the action or habit of inhaling and exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug. 2. Binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time.  3. Drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs. 4. Nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 5. Lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 6. Night Owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night. 7. Early bird: a person who rises, arrives, or acts before the usual or expected time. 8. Negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism and pessimism. 9. Positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism and confidence. 10. Swearing: the use of offensive language. 11. Superstitious: an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome. 12. Inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom. 13. Scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty. 14. Foot and finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress/impatience. 15. Nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit. 16. Flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention. 17. Twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation. 18. Cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness. 19. Hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence. 20. Finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority. 21. Hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness. 22: Hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust/reluctance. 23. Frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth/familiarity. 24. Throat-clearing: a common body language sign of rejection/doubt. 25: Jaw-clenching: a common body language sign of hostility. 26: Eye-rolling: a common body language sign of irritation. 27: Head-tilt: a common body language sign of interest. 28. Whistling: to emit high-pitched sound by forcing breaththrough a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune. 29. Humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune. 30. Perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection. 31. Photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail. 32. Paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self-importance, typically worked into an organized system. 33. Exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is. 34: Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive. 35: Quick-witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly and effectively. 36: Interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements. 37: Doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absent-mindedly. 38: Irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed. 39: Gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet. 40: Travel-sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle, boat, or aircraft. 41: Sensitive: having or displaying a quick and delicate appreciation of others’ feelings. 42: Melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. 43: Chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavoured gum which is not intended for swallowing. 44: Fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands and feet, through nervousness or impatience. 45: Skeptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations. 46: Neat-freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness. 47: Gossiping: divulging personal information about others. 48: Prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct. 49: Abbreviating: Giving others nicknames/shortening names/giving pet names. 50: Having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.

[yoho-outoforder]

Burnt Bread (scent)

Since memories triggered by scent are the strongest…

Why in the world was someone making pizza this early in the night? It was the weekend, so that rules out any workers, which meant something was going on with the electrical system or someone was wandering around already.

Foxy's curiosity got the best of him and he started for the kitchen, growling under his breath at the stench. He found Chica, leaned up against the wall next to the oven as black smoke slipped out of the door.

"Chi - Chi - Chic--" For once, his voice cutting off wasn't his glitch, it was his shock. Chica had jumped up and hugged him, and he had no idea why. But judging by how tightly she was holding him, he wasn't going to question it.

[ofmagicandice]

Since memories triggered by scent are the strongest...

Send my muse a scent and see how they’ll react to it.

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would the black butler fandom kindly stop making me wanna rp grelle again?

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It was 1987 that the incident happened. Poor guy never saw it coming. That's why you don't try to shut down an already dysfunctional robot.

Foxy had been the youngest member of the group, and let's face it: he wasn't very well made. There were instances where his jaw wouldn't close or his voice wouldn't work, but he managed. The kids loved pirates anyway. But because his jaw was the main problem, they installed sensors in the Cove to make sure kids didn't get too close and get hurt by accident. Regardless, some kids still went home injured. So someone finally showed up with a piece of paper saying he needed to put Foxy out of order and-- well, it wasn't long before they had to shut the place down to scrub the blood out of the fur suits and curtains.

In 1988, the murders started. Someone started dressing up as Freddy before the place closed and would tell children to come back to the pizzeria, and then he would murder them brutally and stuff them into the empty suits. However, the last child to be murdered over the course of the year wasn't a little kid, it was a teenager.

He'd been sentenced to community service after vandalizing the pizzeria and had to clean the whole place before it opened in the morning. He started snooping around in the Cove and was injured by the malfunctioning robot, and it wasn't long before he ran into Freddy. Instead of finding his body stuffed in a suit the next day, they found him literally torn to shreds, his limbs scattered and his insides splayed across the floor.

The spirits of each murdered child latched onto the robots, and the teenager who latched onto Foxy's robot started to become bitter as time went by.

The now-sentient animatronic started to develop a taste for blood.

He didn't care about endoskeletons, he cared about revenge.

[yoho-outoforder]

so i'm gonna start working on foxy's backstory some. i don't know what theory about the bite i;m gonna go with (it'll either be that he bit mikey or he bit a worker in front of the children) but either way it'll have a pretty big impact on his character. i'll start writing it asap.

[somethingoncelost-blog]

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     As the night went on in this strange place (apparently best suited for “entertainment”), there had been more and more happenings, as he’d describe them. Foreign footsteps that were not his own nor his butler’s, the flickering of lights, and the eerie feeling that he was always being watched.

     Aside from it’s irritating aura, there was nothing definitively wrong with the structure. At least—not yet.

     "The incident was covered up, was it not? There were no authentic articles about the suspicious activity reported here," he said pointedly to his companion behind him, who was following like a shadow. Meanwhile, Ciel’s demeanor was calm and collected; a neutral state of mind.

     Glancing up at the “out of order” sign hung in front of a dirtied curtain, he continued, “Perhaps they were lies told by an ambitious American plump aiming to put this place out of its misery.” Meaning these rumors were turning out to be disappointing tell-tales, but at least a report like that would ease the mind of Her Majesty.

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As Foxy noticed a shadow passing over the curtains, he sat up, his eyes brightening and flickering on as he started back up. 

"Dum, de dum dum du - du - dum de dum dum de - de - de dum--"

Maybe the little boy liked pirates, hm? He leaned out of the curtain just enough to watch the child walking down the hallway. He could see the string from and eyepatch on the back of his head; back before '87, children would wear patches and hooks when they visited him all the time, so the first thing he felt was nostalgia.

However, this was still against protocol. It was Sunday, which meant the pizzeria was closed and the animatronics were allowed to walk around during the day and not just after hours. It wouldn't be much longer before Freddy and his little gang were up and about, but for now, Foxy had the whole place to himself.

"What do ye do wi - wi - with a drun - drunken sailor, what - what - what do ye do with a drunk - unk - unken sailor, what d - do - do ye do with a drunken sai - sailor ealy i - in the morn - morn - mornin'!" 

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ugh i;m so tired i'm gonna miss hellsing again tonight god damnit

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"Pir-Pirate trap of yours, are you se-setting traps against me now?"

Well this was painful….

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"Aye." he said, nodding. "A - a - any good pirate ha - ha - has t' know 'is traps."

"I - i - it's just a spike str - str - strip."

[naninadzold]

it’s us

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 Oh he’d fallen over alright, that was the start.

"What is H-HAPPENING?"

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"Ye fell, Fre - Fre - Freddy."

"Off the stage." he added, and then laughed. "Onto a - an ol' pirate trap on mine."

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alt!

Send me “alt!” and I’ll introduce you to a charecter I’ve rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else!

Well, well, well, what do we have here?A wandering soul, eh? Someone lost, left behind— They must have been here for ages, poor thing. A cinematic record to die for, no doubt about it. He had to get to it before someone else did; he was nothing if not curious.And so he stepped out in front of the other man, bowing majestically. Ah yes, the right name, the right place, the right time. There were shouts, screams, scattering—and then a metal beam from a construction sight crushed the poor man’s head.The blade sank into the man’s flesh like a knife to butter, blood flying in slow motion as the people around the reaper and his victim began to slow, fade, turn to black and white mixed with sepia blotches, and then things began to burn away like film as the record began to play.It was a boring show, a depressing one; the man came from an abusive home, he became violent and rebellious (which was definitely interesting) and then he became depressed. Attempted suicide—boring! Losing girlfriends—boring! And then, finally, a stroke of luck!The man had the opportunity of a lifetime ahead of him; a job at Phantomhive manor. A butler’s position."Fool." Grelle muttered as the record came to and end, the saw sliding out of the man’s chest with a harsh shlick. "No one could replace my darling, Sebastian."With the echoing clicks of his heels fading out of the minds of the mortals around him, he left; he had to fill out some paperwork now, unfortunately, or William would confiscate his scythe. He hummed idly as he passed unseen through the crowd, swinging his scythe on his fingers. "Toodle-ooh, darlings. Don’t take too long~"

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"I wish I could tell you everything was going to be fine..."

What in the world was going on? He couldn’t focus, he couldn’t even see to begin with. Red, all red—- his vision had blurred, his chest was hurting, something had attacked him, possibly being Foxy himself or someone who thought this would be the perfect way for him to go.

"I don’t̷ ne͟ed̀ l̛ies͞,͡ ̀I͘ ͏need ̀A̕N͘S͡W̡ER͏S͢"

Before it was too late…

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Foxy laughed under his breath, the noise skipping like a broken record for a moment or two. "You - you - you probably won't make it much longer 'n ol' Mi - Mi - Mikey will."

"Ye've lost too - too - too much fluid, cap'n-- ca - ca -cap'n."