soft concept for ATSV:
its after the events of the movie, things have smoothed out, the teens are for the most part living their best lives, Miguel is working on... it... and getting his relationships with the kids to at least how they were before he decided to try and fight a 15-year-old, things aren't perfect, but its better.
movie night. kids are piled up on the floor, Peter B. and Miguel have somehow been dragged into it (read: peters happy to be there, per usual, and Miguel is more than happy to be involved, even if he would never admit that, not even to himself). the movie's long been over, credits rolling, all the kids are fast asleep, and both of the older spiders know they can't just leave them on the floor.
que Peter and Miguel doing what every tired parent has done after a movie night, carrying their kids to their beds, or in this case, back to their own dimensions.
the tentative "we should get them home" comment from Miguel breaking the quiet that had settled over the group. the near silent argument over who's taking who where between Miguel and Peter. the awkward manner of picking each one up, each of them tall or lanky or otherwise awkward to hold, seeing as none of them are little kids, some are barely even teens anymore.
Miguel having to suck it up and take Hobie cause he's too tall and too much for Peter to manage, complaining even as his heart melts ever so slightly at the peaceful look on the kid's face. Peter taking Gwen so they don't have to portal twice, barely holding back a smile when he watched Miguel soften hopelessly. Miguel offering to take Miles home, looking almost... ashamed for asking, but Peter just gives him the go ahead, and watches as the older spider picked up the much smaller kid like he was nothing, tucking him close to his chest and portaling off to leave him in his bunk, hushing him as he flutters in and out of sleep.
the two tucking them in, peter with much more pep and giddiness, and admittedly, more picture taking, but surprisingly, Miguel being much more tender and careful, making sure blankets were pulled all the way over and pillows were fluffed and that he didn't accidentally wake any of them up. gentle parting goodbyes in the form of tussling hair, double checking windows and doors are locked, and wishing them sweet dreams.
after Peter takes Pavitr home, completing the task of putting the kids where they ought to be, Miguel has to sit through all of Peter's gushing and photos, murmuring something about him looking like a creep with photos of random kids sleeping in his phone, before lurking off to his office to reflect on the night and the ruckus he just went through for kids he was hell-bent on convincing himself he didn't care about. Peter going home to MJ and his daughter, contented and tuckered out, already plotting how to use the photos like crypotnite. Miguel cherishing the memories of the night.
thats it. thats the idea. the mental image is better then the idea on paper, but you get the jist.
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I made a post about the theories I’ve had about Garrett being The Puppet and where I think he may be hiding/trapped in.
I’ve considered many things.
Maybe Garrett’s body is locked behind a box.
Maybe The Puppet is locked behind a box.
Maybe they’re stuck in another location.
Or maybe William thought of a plan.
I mean, he didnt actually think the damn thing could pose as much of a threat.
How could a little boy pose so much of a threat to the point where he couldn't sleep at night? Even in the comforts of his own home, in his bed, he could still feel the glowing eyes of a tall and slender figure staring right down at him.
Every. Night.
Vanessa wasn't much help, not with her constant nightmares, all the old man could do was just sit back and accept it. Accept the consequences of his actions, accept that there probably is an afterlife and he’ll go to Hell, and accept that he won't be able to take much more of this until he breaks.
But a man has to come to certain conclusions ever now and then.
He’s a businessman, a single father, the man of the house, a man with so much potential all crunched up by a little boy who cried too long and hard.
A little boy...
A crybaby, even.
There's a better way to this.
A smarter way.
Old man Afton encouraged him to be a true man and face his difficulties head on, not just cry about them. He knows better than to let a child, of all people, bring him down when he has so much to offer the world. So maybe he can manufacture something to help him sleep better at night.
It wasn't easy.
To create something as important and secret as this machine.
So many hours were spent sketching and creating even the slightest factors to get it correct. Carving and procuring the proper materials, painting the ideal colors, and even playing the right music to ensure that every note was played exactly to tune. Even yet, as William placed the final piece on top of the animatronic, he smiled proudly at the sight of a red top hat.
"There ya' go," he said as he patted the animatronic's crimson cheek, gleefully watching as its eyes glowed with a ginger tint.
It looked beautiful.
Black fur, grey undertones, crimson highlights, and sparkling stars shined even in the darkest of nights.
“Beautiful, just beautiful.”
The bear stared down at the older man, its thoughts not on how the exhaustion had taken its toll. Not the sweat, the unkept hair, the patchy beard, or even the bags under his eyes. It had no negative thoughts against its creator nor did it have positive ones.
It just had one goal in mind.
L.ure E.ncapsulate F.use T.ransport & E.xtract
It had just one goal in mind, and it wasn't going to let anything or anyone get in the way of it.
"You're perfect," William laughed, grasping the bear's shoulders with enthusiasm, "Just perfect."
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Finally saw Class Action Park, the documentary about Action Park. As someone who's always been morbidly curious about Action Park and has watched many a YouTube about it, this is probably the best documentary on it. It still keeps the dark humor you would find in those youtube videos (one of the guest they interviewed is a comedian), but it's not that voyeuristic about the injuries and deaths. They added (honestly very cheap looking) animations to recount some injuries and it actually adds a lot to how badly you feel the injuries. Ends up being a very tense film!!
I do wish they talked a bit more about the history/timeline of events. But I do think they going for more of personal recollection of what it was like going to/working at Action Park rather than a complete history.
I also wish it could've stuck the landing much better!! There's a really candid section of a mother and her son recounting the death of their teenage son/brother and then the movie ends on a nostalgic note? With a bunch of people going "but that was the 80s!! That was New Jersey!! That was Action Park!! That was the last time kids had freedom!!" And it's like c'mon man, a kid died.
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