#Bonnie is begrudgingly allowing this

[zablife]

As Long As I Live (Part 3)

Tommy Shelby & Amelia Holland (OC) x Bonnie Gold

Summary: Bonnie begins to fall for Amelia. Lizzie invites Amelia to her birthday party, but the girl garners unwanted attention.

Author's Note: Requested by the lovely @kpopgirlbtssvt.

Warnings: language, mention of drugs, assault and blood

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"One more stop before we head home,” Tommy proclaimed, steering the car toward King Maine’s boxing gym. When they arrived, Tommy glanced at Amelia quickly before exiting the car. Noting her eagerness to follow, he leaned back into the driver’s side window with a stern look. Before she could ask he warned, “This is no place for a young lady, Amelia.”

“Then it’s lucky I’m no lady,” Amelia grinned at him mischievously. “Please…I’ll be with you. What could happen?” she begged.

Tommy shook his head with a laugh and opened the door, allowing her to slide down the bench seat. “Alright, C’mon,” he motioned.

Amelia scurried out of the car and fell in step behind her father, wide eyed at the sight of two large boxing rings and a dozen men in training all around her.  The atmosphere was thick with stale sweat and the muffled sounds of leather gloves striking flesh, groans punctuated by an occasional thump against the ropes.

Almost immediately upon their arrival Tommy’s presence was requested for a business matter and Amelia was told to wait on a bench. Full of curiosity, her eyes scanned the room. Her eyebrows raised at the sight of Bonnie in the far ring sparring with a lad twice his size.

As she watched the young man, she scowled at his overconfidence, taunting his opponent like a bothersome fly. She could see the rage building in the larger man, his balance faltering slightly with every dodge of his fist by Bonnie. She couldn’t help but wonder if the bravado was only a tactic to wear down his opponent for lack of proper skill. Drawn to the performance, she found herself inching closer until she was hanging at the ropes. Finally she couldn’t stop herself from shouting out in frustration, “For fucks sake, hit him already!” 

Bonnie’s face registered a momentary jolt of shock before furrowing his brow in concentration and delivering a knock out punch. The larger man’s body hit the canvas with an enormous thud, landing before Amelia, his arm splayed out close enough for his glove to touch her. “What did you do?” she gasped, looking up into the ring.

Bonnie squatted to her level and said, “Thought you told me to hit him.”

“I-I did, but I wasn’t expecting that,” Amelia sputtered, taking a step backward.

Bonnie huffed out a laugh. “You underestimate me.”

“You’re talented enough, I’ll give you that,” Amelia replied with a roll of her eyes, “but has anyone dared tell you that your defense could use some work or that your left hand is weak?” she ventured.

Bonnie looked down at his left glove and held it up in a guard position. 

“See? You carry on that way and all it’ll be good for is wanking,” Amelia chided.

“If you know so much, why don’t you show me?” he responded without thinking. Then with a blush creeping into his cheeks, “the stance, I mean.” He eyed her briefly before holding up the rope allowing her entry into the ring.

Never one to shrink from a challenge, Amelia looked to see if anyone was watching and gathered her skirts, climbing up to join him. With a toss of her dark mane, she got to work, adjusting his posture and standing adjacent pretending to spar with him. “You see? It’s better!” she grinned triumphantly. Bonnie begrudgingly agreed, watching her with something akin to wonder and a hint of amusement. She couldn’t be sure as it was soon broken by the arrival of Mr. Maine.

“You! Get the fuck out of my ring!” he said, pointing to Amelia. “And, you, get down and skip me 200 for taking the piss out of a fine fighter!” he yelled at Bonnie, face red with anger as he took note of the man coming out of his stupor on the canvas.

Bonnie and Amelia looked at one another quickly before ducking between the ropes and jumping down from the ring. Bonnie picked up a skipping rope and began his punishment as Amelia looked on teasing, “So you want to be a champion of the world, do ya?”

“I want to do something with my life. I won’t see it wasted,” he said, barely breaking a sweat as the rope turned quickly in his hands, the muscles in his arms tensing ever so slightly with the familiar motion. His eyes held a look of determination and ferocity she’d never seen in anyone.

He finished his count, coming to a sudden stop before her. “What is it you want?” he asked, hazel eyes shimmering through the dust and filament of the sunlight streaming through the skylight. He passed her the rope, fingers brushing against hers a moment longer than necessary.

“Amelia!” Tommy’s voice echoed through the gym, the sound of his heavy footsteps breaking them apart. His face was tight with concern and a hint of anger as he pointed at her. “I thought you said you’d behave?”

Amelia looked at her father innocently. “Nothing’s happened,” she lied.

Tommy huffed in frustration. Pinching the bridge of his nose he sighed, “Can’t believe I have to say this, Amelia, but you can’t interfere with training.”

“But I wasn’t—“ she began to protest.

“Oi! No fucking fighting with the lads!” he shouted before storming out.

Amelia heard a snort and turned to see Bonnie peering at her from behind a bag, a huge grin on his face. She stuck out her tongue at him as he returned to his training, watching him a moment before rushing to the car, afraid to keep her father waiting any longer.

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“Amelia! Amelia, come and have a look,” Lizzie called from her bedroom. 

Amelia popped her head inside the door to see her stepmother holding up a fashionable beaded gown that caught the light as she moved. “Do you like it?” Lizzie asked excitedly.

“It’s lovely, Lizzie,” Amelia said. Everything Lizzie chose was something devastatingly chic. She had an enormous wardrobe filled with clothes and insisted Amelia allow her to buy her garments as well when she arrived. It wasn’t an offer Amelia had been comfortable with in the beginning, but as she settled, she realized it was a way for Lizzie to show affection and learned to accept the gifts graciously.

“I’m pleased you like it because I’m giving it to you to wear for my birthday party,” Lizzie informed her with a wide smile.

“I couldn’t accept…” Amelia said, feeling the familiar tug of guilt at taking from the Shelbys.

“Yes, you can because it’s my birthday and I want to give it to you,” Lizzie said.

“Aren’t I supposed to give you a gift?” Amelia asked with a giggle.

“Wear it to my party and enjoy. That will be your gift to me,” Lizzie replied, holding out the gown. Amelia carefully took it into her arms, admiring the intricate patterns of beads as she traced her fingertips over the delicate needlework. 

“Thank you,” she nearly whispered.

“It’s going to be so much fun! Have you ever seen a ballet?” Lizzie asked as she turned to her wardrobe, sliding the hangers aside to find her own gown.

“No, I haven’t,” Amelia admitted. 

“Tommy took me to one when we were in Paris on our honeymoon. I’ve never forgotten it,” Lizzie mused, her hand pausing a moment over the rack. “He isn’t all paperwork and boring politics, you know,” she said with a breathy laugh. As she turned to face Amelia she had a tear in her eye as she said, “You must know it though, you’ve brought out the best in him since you’ve arrived.” 

Amelia could only beam in response to the compliment. All she wanted was a family to belong to and it seemed she’d finally found hers again. Feeling overwhelmed she excused herself to her room, closing the door as a tear slid down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away, fingertips fumbling to find the pendant around her neck. Closing her eyes she whispered, "Everything's going to be alright now, mum."

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As the music from Lizzie’s party wafted through the rooms of Arrow House, Amelia fidgeted with her gloves and the neckline of her gown one last time before making her entrance. She knew she'd need more than a deep breath to get through the evening and swiped a glass of champagne from a passing tray. Downing it as quickly as possible, she hoped it would give her the courage to enter the room where partygoers were already gathering and chatting to one another happily.

“Little miss looks a treat, don’t she?” Isaiah said, jabbing Bonnie in the ribs to get his attention. Bonnie was already looking in Amelia’s direction, however, scanning the room for anyone who might have ill intentions toward her. When Isaiah began talking about tempting Amelia to follow them to the servants' quarters to play in the snow, Bonnie took offense.

“She’s a good girl, ‘siah. She don’t do that stuff,” he said, feeling sick at the thought of someone corrupting her.

“Maybe she’d like to try it with a fella she trusted then,” Isaiah said, with a roguish arch of his eyebrow.

“Leave her alone,” Bonnie warned, pressing Isaiah against the wall suddenly.

Isaiah chuckled as he watched Bonnie’s nostrils flare. “Alright, I see how it is. Want her for yourself,” he said breaking free and straightening his jacket.

“We’re here to protect her. That’s all,” Bonnie admonished him firmly, stepping back.

“Keep telling yourself that, mate,” Isaiah said with a smirk, sauntering off into the crowd.

Across the room, Ada took note of Amelia’s uncomfortable posture, rigid as a statue in the corner of the room. Taking pity on her, Ada crossed the floor to speak with her before the poor girl died of nerves. “Amelia, does Tommy know how lovely you look this evening?” she asked, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

“He’s been so busy, I don’t even know if he realized I was coming,” Amelia confessed absently as she looked around at all the elegant women around her. "I don't belong here. Everyone's starin' like they expect me to sell pegs and tell fortunes," she fretted.

Ada couldn't help but laugh at her remark. "First, they're not staring, they're admiring. And it's not just you! It's me as well, thank you very much," she said playfully. Leaning in, she whispered conspiratorially, "We're the only guests in the room under the age of sixty! They all wish they were as young and beautiful as we are," Ada said with a cheerful smile, linking arms with her niece. Amelia finally relaxed as she let out a little chuckle, grateful for her aunt's sense of humor.

If he hadn’t known before, Tommy was instantly aware of his daughter’s presence, his eyes growing wide at the sight of her when he entered with Lizzie on his arm. “Lizzie, what’s Amelia doing here?” he whispered harshly into his wife’s ear. 

“She’s here to celebrate my birthday, of course. She’s part of the family,” Lizzie replied from the corner of her mouth, trying not to let her guests see them arguing.

Tommy pulled her aside, a note of concern evident in his face as he confided, “There’s going to be political figures here tonight and I wasn’t ready to answer questions about-“

“Hang your politics, Tommy! She’s your daughter,” Lizzie scolded. “You weren’t ashamed of me, don’t hide Amelia away either.”

“It’s not about that, Lizzie. I can’t go into it right now," he rushed the words out as he realized he had to find his daughter. "I need you to trust me,” Tommy pleaded as Lizzie looked on in confusion.

“Tommy! Look who I found. Isn’t she lovely?” Ada gushed as she guided Amelia over to where Tommy and Lizzie stood.

Lizzie greeted her stepdaughter with a warm smile and a hug, complimenting her as Tommy thought of what to do next. Deciding it best to keep his daughter a well-guarded secret from his work colleagues in Parliament at least a bit longer, he motioned for Isaiah. Then turning to Amelia he instructed, “Darling, I need to ask you to go with Isaiah.”

“I don’t understand. Did I do something wrong?” Amelia asked, crestfallen at the thought of being asked to leave before the ballet even started. 

Lizzie exhaled loudly in obvious disagreement, looking away as Tommy placed a hand to Amelia’s arm reassuring her, “You’ve done nothing wrong, eh?”

Amelia nodded slowly, still not understanding. Tommy added, “I’ll explain later. Just please go.”

As Isaiah approached, Tommy leaned in to whisper something in his ear and Isaiah seemed to take pleasure in escorting Amelia away, tears welling in her eyes as she went.

“Was that really necessary, Tommy?” Lizzie asked, hands crossed over her chest.

“I’m afraid it was, love. I’m sorry,” Tommy replied, adjusting his bow tie and offering his arm. He breathed a sigh of relief as he noted the person he was most concerned about was not yet in attendance.

In the dining room Polly greeted Sir Oswald Mosley, approaching him in all her regal glamor, an ostrich feather fan in one hand as a barrier between them. “We have opium, cocaine and brandy,” Polly offered. “I also have a list of options for the end of the evening. You’ll notice the maids wear name tags. We hired them especially for those guests staying the night. All things are available except the ballerinas,” she said, temptation dripping from her tongue. A smug look of satisfaction crossed her lips as she finished speaking, certain one of the many options would content him.

As she fanned herself, she noticed Isaiah guiding Amelia away and her eyes tracked the pair as they hurried through the room. Mosley too took note, his gaze hawklike and predatory when he sensed opportunity. “Who might that be?” he asked of the raven haired beauty with rampant curiosity. 

Polly’s eyes flashed with momentary fire as she replied, “She is a princess amongst the Romanies and she too is unavailable.” 

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The crowd at Arrow House had grown, guests wandering in and out of the house even as the ballet began and Bonnie had lost sight of Amelia. His worry only intensified when he realized Isaiah was also missing. By the time he found them in the cellar, he was enraged at the sight of a giggly Amelia being held close by Isaiah. They were wrapped up together in a slow dance to the tune of the music seeping through the floorboards overhead. As Isaiah’s hands began to wander over her body, Bonnie charged at him, breaking them apart. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Isaiah asked, pushing against Bonnie’s chest, slamming him into a wine barrel.

“I could ask you the same!” Bonnie shouted. “What did you give her?” he asked, taking hold of Isaiah’s lapels and shaking him.

“Nothing. I didn’t give her nothing,” Isaiah said disgustedly as they began scuffling. 

Bonnie ripped an empty blue bottle from Isaiah’s pockets and shoved it under his nose. “I don’t believe you!”

“Bonnie, stop it!” Amelia called to him, halting their fighting momentarily. “He’s telling the truth! We were only dancing," she said with a toss of her head. "Jesus, you’re worse than my father telling everyone what to do. Why can’t you leave me alone?” she huffed in frustration, tearing from the room and up the stairs into the darkness of the cool spring evening before they could catch her. Running as fast as she could past the manicured flower beds and deep within the maze of Arrow House's gardens, she stopped to listen to the music of Swan Lake.

She leaned against the craggy stone of the garden walls, breathing deeply as she looked up into the night sky full of twinkling stars. Maybe it was wrong of Lizzie to invite her tonight, pushing her father to acknowledge her existence so publicly. As she toyed with the beads of her expensive dress, she felt the hot tears collect at her lash line and bit them back, not wanting to admit how much she’d desired acceptance. Somewhere along the way, she’d wanted a place in the Shelby family and now it seemed she was being shut out. She dropped her head into her hands and wept, unaware of the footsteps along the path beside her.

“And what do Romany princesses have to cry about?” a smooth voice glided through the air over her shoulder and into her ear like the gentle hiss of a serpent. 

"I'm no princess," she corrected without looking up. “And no daughter either, apparently,” she sniffed almost inaudibly. Silence hung in the air for a moment before she turned to see a well dressed man with a thin mustache standing over her.

Her body stiffened when she realized his close proximity. “I should go,” she mumbled, brushing past him.

“You intrigue me. Do stay and tell me your troubles,” he coaxed, reaching an arm out to grasp her wrist. Amelia’s eyes darted to his as his lips curled up a bit too harshly at the corners, the lack of warmth mirrored in his darkened irises.

Amelia shivered at the lack of sincerity in the gesture. “I’m cold, I need to go inside now,” she forced out, looking down at her arm still trapped in his vice like grip.

Voice dropping dangerously low he growled, “I must insist.”

Continue reading Part 4

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[hysteriaww]

Kai and bonnie dynamic do you think it would be the same or more intense now if they reunited

My answer to this is, uh... "yes." lol

Allow me to explain! I do think their dynamic would be different, but also somehow the same?? It's like, if they reunited now after so many years, ofc their initial reaction would be just as intense or maybe even MORE intense than before bc Bonnie would be like "wtfwtfwtf" and Kai would be like "letsfuckletsfuckletsfuck" 💀 JK (or am I?)

From Bonnie's end, she'd be more intense about getting rid of him bc I'd like to think she's reached a place in life where she's happy by now so she'd be adamant to defend that from Kai ruining it. On Kai's end, he'd be more intense about invading her life (and her space oop) bc the guy keeps getting killed off so quick that he's prob come to expect to only ever stick around for a short time so he's gotta make a BANG while he can (pun intended 😏)

I think after that initial intensity tho, if they finally put the spells away and actually TALK, depending on what Kai's reason would be for making it back topside, they might discover that their goals are NOT actually conflicting w/ each other (or maybe they're even aligned) and THAT might lead to a return of their old banter, tho maybe it would start out the same but evolve into an almost.. calmer version of their dynamic eventually? The years might've given them perspective and wisened them up/calmed them down enough to not go stabby stabby every time they're near each other xD

And who knows? Maybe that calmness would turn into tolerance, which might turn into teamwork, which might turn into a weird kind of trust, which might turn into reluctant support, which might lead to increasing time alone, which might lead to chemistry, which might lead to denial (smh bonnie) and jealousy (smh both), which might lead to SEX, which might lead to "a regular arrangement with no strings attached," which might lead to rising possessiveness, which might lead to growing exclusivity (and FEELINGS), which might lead to a confession of said feelings (Kai, probably - bonbon would RUN), which might lead to a Break TM feat. begrudging mutual pining, which might lead to a Moment of Weakness, followed by several Moment(s) of Weakness(es), which might lead to increasing domesticity, which might lead to Bonnie horrifyingly realizing she's Used To Him Now, which might lead to Kai finally getting her to admit it too, which might lead to them just settling into each other's lives more and finally, begrudgingly ending up together! <3

(If u couldn't tell, I loved this question lol thanks for asking!)

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[creaturefeaster]

which groups/pairs are all stuck together during bristlys reign?

They all get separated pretty thin by Bristly during the initial takeover, and like dolls he'll occasionally take one person and put them with another, splitting and repairing them up between many many miles and impassable bramble. I can tell you who starts out with who, but it very quickly gets jumbled up throughout his reign.

Chickenstab finds himself alongside Vilmr, who he decides to stick with and aid through the new world. Neither want to be alone and Vilmr needs the help, so they willingly stick together.

On the flip side, Debbie and Rede are stuck together. They actively try to split up, but Bristly keeps them close by way of closing off any escape from each other they manage to find. After a couple of days, they begrudgingly accept that they're going to travel together for a while.

Michael and Lauren awake originally to find themselves essentially trapped in a viney prison that is actively closing in on them. They fight to escape, and succeed, but only because Bristly allowed for it in the first place. It's like he just wanted to see them work together, or something! saw ass mf. They stick together, and are the most frequently harassed and disturbed by Bristly out of any group, as he attempts to keep their will low and their bodies exhausted.

Brook, Leon, and TyV end up together originally, and while Brook and Leon very willingly stick together, TyV continuously leaves in an attempt to find... like, anyone else. But, surprise surprise, Bristly makes sure he isn't able to leave their side. Brook and Leon aren't very thrilled about the situation either.

Samantha is all alone for quite a while, but she probably gets the best treatment from Bristly out of any other character. Uncomfortably pampered at points, even.

Yuan is kept tied and pinned down thoroughly and painfully for quite a while to prevent he and Samantha from regrouping.

Hannah, Gary, and Tim's mom wind up together, and they gain a pretty good advantage over the new world what with Gary's ability to see in the dark. It gets really dark down on the ground deep under the brambles. They're all pretty competent, but Tim's mother is a little on the older side and can't always keep up for days on end, so they're a pretty slow moving group.

Tim, Rachel, and April are put together, definitely an energetic group, and the night vision advantage is true for Rachel as well. They tend to all have conflicting ideas on what they should do as a team, and April frequently causes a lot of unnecessary tension, so they struggle for a while in the beginning.

Elliot, Tanner, Bonnie and Frigus all had the benefit of being far out in the Deadlands at the time of take over, a place where Bristly struggles to grow. His brambles still invade, but not thick enough to be able to separate them like he wishes he could. They all get along well, but they're much further away from everyone else with no means of helping.

And then Uppsulka starts alone, but quickly stumbles into Jarna's body, which had gotten stuck in some loose brambles. Jarna is headless but otherwise intact and still moving in this situation, so Uppsulka helps free the body and travels with it. Twiddle and Jarna's head are very far off with little hopes of finding her body.

Other mimes are displaced and scattered throughout, and occasionally thrown into one group or another, for no reason other than Bristly thinking it'd be interesting or destructive.

Again, these are only the starting groups. They are under Bristly's reign for well over a year, and while some manage to stay in the same group for several months, others are swapped around with only weeks to adjust at any given time.

[moonchild-things]

Chapter Two: The Weirdo on Maple Street

Summary: There was nothing extraordinary about Bonnie Ward. A typical teenage girl who never says all that much and doesn’t have too many friends. Hawkins never felt all the strange or special to her, but her opinion changes after being dragged into the horrors that hide in the forests. Interdimensional monsters and psychic people are not what Bonnie would have ever imagined showing up in Hawkins!

Word Count: 2559 

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TUESDAY WAS JUST ABOUT THE SAME AS Monday, nothing too special was going to happen. Bonnie was sure of that as she headed into school. She had the same tense car ride up to Hawkins High with her brother in the driver's seat. Though Bonnie did notice Samuel gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than usual and the way his jaw clenched in anger. No doubt angered by the scolding he had from his parents over not bringing Bonnie home. They had made it adamant that he had to pick her up after school, especially today. It took them threatening his allowance that he begrudgingly agreed with it.

‘He obviously blames me for his lack of responsibility.’ Bonnie had thought during the ride, ‘Though it’s not my fault he’s nothing but an immature child in a man’s body.’ Now he’ll either bribe or threaten her to lie about him picking her up from school.

With no parting words, Samuel dropped her off and Bonnie could head into school.  Walking into the school, Bonnie took quick notice of Jonathan hanging up posters on the bulletin board. She smiled, ‘finally, I can show him what I did with the project!’ Though as she came up closer, she took notice of the poster he was putting up.

The smiling photo of the innocent Will Byers stared back at her with the glaring words ‘HAVE YOU SEEN ME’. That caused Bonnie to pause. She’s never met Will, but she’s heard about him from Jonathan from time to time. Little things like how Jonathan shares his music with him, or Will’s love of D&D. From what she’s heard, Will is a nice kid. 

‘Missing?’ Concern flooded her mind, ‘I could neve imagine…’ Losing a sibling, especially a little sibling like this must be devastating. She wouldn’t even know what Jonathan and his mother are feeling right now.

Her light footsteps were heard by Jonathan as he looked over his shoulder to her. He appeared ragged, at the verge of crying, and completely lost. Honestly, he looked just as Bonnie would have thought he would now that she realized the situation he’s in.

She offered him a small, sad smile, doing her best to relay to him nonverbally that she was sorry for what had happened. Much like anyone else, sans the Hellfire Club, Bonnie wasn’t really friends with Jonathan Byers. They were partners in History, they’ve been in a few classes together throughout their years at Hawkins High and Hawkins Middle, but that was the extent of their relationship. He was an outcast much like her, but they were even outcasted from each other. While sharing classes happened often, neither made the effort to befriend each other outside of school. 

“Bonnie,” he greeted her in his familiar soft voice. He swallowed thickly, “I’m sure you heard about Will.” She shook her head with large brown eyes dripping with empathy. “Oh, I thought everyone knew by now. He didn’t come home last night…” He trailed off, obviously upset at the reminder of what had happened. A truly concerned big brother. It warmed Bonnie’s heart.

‘Samuel wouldn’t be the same way,’ Bonnie couldn’t help herself but think sadly. ‘He might even throw a party if I went missing.’ It’s a horrible thought, but she knows that she’s right to a certain extent. Does she love her brother? Well, she supposes. Does he love her? Maybe. She can’t tell. Would he care if she went missing? Probably not a lot. Samuel would probably find it annoying, complain that all the attention was on her again, and not even help with the search. It’s a horrible idea, but she accepts the possibility. Hell, if Samuel went missing, she probably wouldn’t be that bothered by it. So she can’t say she’d be any better than him.

She placed her hand on his arm in a form of comfort. One that he appreciated from the small smile that he flashed her and the understanding in his eyes. Bonnie wouldn’t speak, but she would provide him with the minimal comfort that she could through actions and contact.

“Hey,” a timid voice said besides Jonathan.

Bonnie and Jonathan looked over to see that it was Nancy who came over to greet them. Jonathan shuffled with the ends of his jacket, “Oh, hey.” Bonnie smiled slightly and nodded in her direction in greeting.

“I just…” Nancy started not really knowing what to say, “I wanted to say, you know, um... I'm sorry about everything.” She glanced over her shoulder to see that they had an audience. It wasn’t that surprising  Tommy, Carol Everyone's thinking about you. It sucks.” 

“Yeah.”

“I'm sure he's fine. He's a smart kid.” The bell then rang, signaling that they all now had to head to class. Bonnie groaned lightly, knowing where they had to go. Nancy smiled at Jonathan apologetically, “I have to go. Chemistry test. You ready Bonnie.” Said girl shrugged her shoulders with an expression that showed she was unsure. She probably should have asked Nancy to go over some things last night. Oh well.

Jonathan nodded, “Yeah.” 

“Good luck.” 

“Thanks,” he mumbled. 

So the two girls left Jonathan on his own, to wallow in his own thoughts and sorrows. Though he already had his own mission, to talk to his father. So he went on his journey while his peers went about their days like normal.

Nancy brought Bonnie along with her towards her little clique, to Bonnie’s chagrin. Greeted by the judgmental stares of the school’s popular kids caused Bonnie to become unnerved. The last thing she wanted was to have to deal with them right before a difficult chemistry test. That would just add to a growing migraine.

“Ah, the mute,” Carol sneered at Bonnie’s appearance. Her dark red painted lips were pulled back in a sarcastically friendly smile, so fake it made 

The notebook that had previously been held tightly against her chest was snatched from her hands. Tommy grabbed it, and pretended to be interested in it. “You've been studying up, huh?” He asked sarcastically, “Working real hard on these notes?”

Bonnie tried to reach back for her notebook, but Tommy just held it up higher. ‘Why must I be cursed to be this short!’ She huffed mentally while glaring at the boy.

Her obvious frustration just caused him to smirk, “Come on, I’m sure if you ask nicely, you can have it back. Just ask.” It was like playing with his food. Teasing her and baiting her was a passtime of his. People like him did what they could to get a reaction out of her, bullying her just to get a little peep from her. No doubt that if they could, they’d brag about it to their friends and make fun of her for some reason or other. Such a nuisance for Bonnie to deal with.

Whether it was of his own volition or the looks he was getting from Nancy, Steve decided to step in. “Guys, leave her be.” He wasn’t that convincing in his words, but took action and took the notebook from Tommy. She gave Bonnie a tight lipped smile before handing her notebook back.

Bonnie just rolled her eyes, snatched her notebook out of his hands, and walked away. She’s used to their teasing and bullying so she wasn't too fazed by it. Sometimes it gets under her skin, that’s for sure. She certainly has her limit for what she can handle, but some silly comments like that weren't going to get to her at the moment. As much as she would have liked to walk to class with Barb and Nancy, she wasn’t going to stay with those buffoons. Besides, she’s got a difficult chemistry test to focus on for the moment. 

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Munching on her disappointing ham and cheese sandwich, Bonnie slumped down in her seat. The lunchroom was bustling with the normal cliques of students going about their business. Popular kids gossiped and bullied, the book worms kept their noses in their books, and the freaks were discussing D&D. Sitting besides Gareth, Bonnie was half listening to their happy chatter. For one thing, her mind was going over the chemistry test she took. Trying to think about the answers that she put and if they were wrong in any way. Another part of her mind was thinking about the poor missing boy that she had only learned about that morning.

Noticing how Bonnie wasn’t engaging in the conversation like she usually would, Eddie paused and turned to her. “You okay?” Bonnie blinked out of her thoughts and looked at him with wide eyes. He stared at her with a knowing expression, “I just feel that something is bothering you.”

She shrugged her shoulders, not really knowing how to tell him. A part of her was jittery about her chemistry test, which she's unsure if she did well enough on it. Another part of her was still thinking over the news of Will’s disappearance. After all, it was definitely going to be the talk of the town now. Bonnie could already hear the whispers and questions from the other kids around the school. Even quite a few of the teachers were talking about it. 

“Did you guys hear about Will Byers?” Peter asked the group. Bonnie slowly nodded her head, her heart feeling even heavier than it did before at the reminder.

“Yea,” Eddie sighed, “some kids were saying he went missing.”

Jeff’s eyes widened, “That sounds bad.”

“Well, obviously,” Peter scoffed.

“Think the kid’s just skipping?”

Eddie shrugged his shoulders, “Dunno. Maybe. If he’s anything like his brother, though, he wouldn't be much of a trouble maker.”

‘No one has gone missing, like, ever in Hawkins,’ Bonnie thought to herself. ‘What happened to Will?’

She could come up with her theories about what might have happened, but she felt like she most likely would be wrong. The last thing she would want to do is come up with her own story about what had happened to the poor boy. She didn’t need to make assumptions about if Will was safe or not. No need to give even herself a bit of hope about him being okay or coming up with horrible scenarios of him being in trouble. There wasn’t a need for her to think that way.

“Hope the kid’s okay at least.”

Everyone nodded their head, agreeing with him before deciding to delve into different topics. After all, they needed to go over when they wanted to meet up for their next band practice. Even if the topic was dropped, it still left a chill down Bonnie’s spine.

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When the bell for the end of school rang through the halls, Bonnie found herself waiting outside. The stream of students pouring out of the school walked all around her as she kept an eye out for the familiar mustang. As everyone passed her, Bonnie could hear the talk of Will Byers. The never ending rumors and theories about what had happened. It still left an unsettling feeling in her stomach at the thought, though she suspected that to be common enough. Yes, she heard some less than savory comments made about Will himself as well as his family, though they were few and far between. The Byers were a family that quite a few people knew as a strange family. Kids in her high school saw Jonathan as a weirdo, she was certain kids at the middle school thought the same of Will. Bonnie had heard stories from her parents about how they found Joyce Byers, Will and Jonathan’s mother, a bit strange. Though Bonnie couldn’t really say what she thought of the family. She liked Jonathan, he was nice to her.

The sound of a car screeching up to the curb, brought Bonnie out of her thoughts. It was her brother’s red mustang gleaming in the afternoon sun. He certainly didn’t look all that happy with having to be there.

“Get in!” Samuel gruffly shouted out the window.

Bonnie shuffled herself into the car quickly, lest she annoy her brother even further with going slow. Though he’s usually annoyed with her for even the littlest of things. Her existence alone seemed to annoy him to no end.

“Just so you know,” Samuel grunted, “I’m not happy about this.”

Bonnie rolled her eyes and thought, ‘I couldn’t tell.’ 

He started to mutter to himself, “Should have just let that freak Munson take you home, he does it enough already.”

Bonnie wanted to defend her friend and tell off her brother for calling Eddie a freak, but she didn’t want to waste her breath on him. Samuel, just like the rest of the town really, detested anyone they saw as weird or strange. Eddie and the rest of the Hellfire Club fell into the category due to people thinking that they were satanic. Honestly, Bonnie knew that it was nothing but stupidity.

‘It’s not like he has anything better to do.’ Bonnie bitterly thought. She accepted that he found her to be a burden, but did he have to keep saying it over and over to her? He’s said it plenty of times throughout her life, she understood the idea.

“Hanging out with them is really giving us a bad name, you know that? People talk, and all they’re talking about is how you’re whoring around with every freak around town.” Bonnie bristled and glared at him for his comments. Though he barely glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, “don’t act like it’s a lie. Your type doesn't ever change, you’re the same as when I was at that school as it is now. Not able to just be normal.” He was growing more and more annoyed from how his cheeks were turning red and consumed in emotions. Samuel’s rant was ticking Bonnie off, as he gritted her teeth in anger. 

She’s heard enough from him about what he thought about her and ‘her type’. Bonnie hates how he talks down to her over whatever she does. She thought she would get used to it to tune it out after so many years, however, it’s just gotten worse. It especially became worse when she got into high school. She has no idea what’s wrong with Samuel, but he was just becoming so cruel for no reason.

The rest of the car ride was nearly silent. Every once in a while Samuel would make a small sour comment under his breath, but that was about it. Bonnie just tuned him out, hating to even be within a three foot radius to him. There didn’t seem to be a possibility that the pair of siblings were ever going to get along. As soon as they got home, she made quick work of bolting into the house and up to her room. She barely even gave her mother a greeting before rushing up the stairs. Bonnie made quick work of slamming her door shut to keep herself away from her brother. It left a bad taste in her mouth, having to be picked up by him and brought home. He was right about one thing, she did wish that Eddie was the one who took her home. She certainly would be in a much better mood if that were the case.

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[fazbear-security]

“...come on, Bon. You aren’t going to sulk all night, are you?” The rabbit animatronic let out a hydraulic huff in response, and thumped one of his feet against the stage floor. Freddy frowned as much as his rigid jaw would allow. “Now, don’t be like that, Bonnie. We’re gonna have guests tonight! We have to make a good impression.”

“What impression?” Bonnie rebelliously strummed a quiet chord on his guitar. “All we do around strangers is stand still all night.”

“That’s not true,” Chica argued from where she stood on the dining floor, straightening party hats and chairs that didn’t really need to be straightened. “We play card games on Sundays!”

“I see where ye’ be headin’ wit’ that, lass,” Foxy interrupted from the edge of his cove. “But Miss S’mantha hardly be an attentive kind ‘o lady.” The fox shook his head. “I’ll be surprised if’n she’s ev’n able t’ see th’ cameras, wit’ glasses tha’ thick...”

“My point still stands.“ Bonnie strummed another chord, deliberately off-key, and Freddy winced. “Why can’t we just have Mike tonight?”

“Mike’s visiting his boooyfriiieeend~!” Chica sang from across the room. Foxy scratched at his ears with his hook.

“Arr, I thought it was ‘is girlfriend?” He said, confused.

“It’s both!” Sam shouted from somewhere in his office. Foxy raised his eyepatch.

“Lucky little sea dog.” He muttered before retreating behind his cove’s curtains. Freddy cast a look out towards the parking lot, and then tapped Bonnie firmly on the shoulder.

“Up you get, Bon,” He warned. “Someone’s coming.” Chica dropped the party hat she was meticulously placing and scrambled back toward the stage, striking a pose when she reached her place. Bonnie begrudgingly climbed up to his feet, and gave Chica a sidelong look.

“That’s the pose you want to hold all night?” He grumbled before Freddy shushed him again. With a roll of his eyes, the rabbit settled into his own pose and fell still as a flash of light lit up the dining room.

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[fayeandknight]

To Faye's delight, Bonnie continues to get more and more tolerant.

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[starshipsofstarlord]

I feel, and it sucks

Pairings | Damon Salvatore x reader. Eric Northman x reader

Summary | after moving away from Mystic Falls, you finally return, and Damon is prepared to see you again. The only problem is, that you aren’t alone...

Warnings | includes angst, mentions of a breakup, sorta lead up to smut and mentions of it, blood play/kink, tiny bit of violence

Requested ✖️

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He cared not for the lack of logic that ran through his mind. Not as he went towards your home, you had returned from your year long departure. Mystic Falls had been left in your rear view as you went to a place called Bon Temps.

As much as Damon wished to chase after you, he’d have crawled if he could, he respected your desire to leave everything behind, and move on. And that included him, the man that you had loved, and the one that was profusely enamoured in you.

But now, he had the opportunity to whisk you back into his immortal embrace, and forever be by your side, to protect you, and spend every waking moment with you. Stefan would call him sappy for his advances, but his brother’s opinion simply did not matter. He was so close to being happy again, and he couldn’t deny he was reeled in by the prospect.

Damon was eager to make you pancakes every morning, waking you up with the aroma of breakfast on a tray that he greeted you with in bed. Or even the simple excitement of watching your various expressions whilst reading twilight; ugh, he hated that book, but he would willingly endure its presence if that meant he could become wrapped up in you once more.

But he had to see you first, and get past that progression again. Whilst you had been gone, and in that other town, he had become lost. No amount of bourbon drinking, or hanging out with Ric, could fix his settled mood. He felt like a sinking stone, drowning in the deep end, and remaining on the bottom of the bed, until he was washed away, back to shore.

And your return had done just that; grounded him. He wouldn’t feign to admit his immediate reaction when he first found out you were to come back to your original home. First, he had been in utter disbelief, hardly taking Bonnie’s statement seriously when she informed him of the ordeal.

But then, she showed him the messages that had transacted between the pair of you, and how you were eager to see her again. Nothing of him was mentioned in the conversation, although he was sure that the witch and you had spoken over call sometime after your surprise reveal.

The lack of voicing of your prior breakup gave him some hope; you were willing to take him back. And that was a possibility that he safely held onto, finding it to be a net for him to fall down onto. However, the prospect of a net was like that of a rocking boat, it had an inability stay still when it held a weight, and that mass of pounds was him.

And he knew, as you left, the thought of you had attempted to pull you back, and force you to stay with the selfish power. But as the past had played out, you had not let it, and so you left him all alone, in the claws of the Grill, which was somewhere he found himself to be often in general, but more so after your transcending departure.

The curtains to your room swayed with the evening wind, and he found himself to be enticed by the sight of the open window. It hadn’t been an unusual occurrence for him to climb through the ajar square, and talk about your day, and thus, make it better by his simple appearance.

But, he was deceived. What a fool he had been to think that you had not moved on from little old him, for there was a tall legged man over the top of you, both of your chests bare, and your mouth viscously devouring the inclination of the others. You were oblivious to his accidentally snooping presence, too distracted by the estranged blonde that was now teasing his lips down your throat.

The sight had him freeze, but he was incapable of interrupting whence he watched the man’s teeth sink into the parting of the bottom of your neck and your warm shoulder. It was no man, instead, he was much like him; a vampire. There was a ample difference though, he would never hurt you.

To Damon, you were a treasure, not an edible treat. And it sparked a pulse of fear through his entirety as he watched you be drained by this vile creature. Perhaps he were a hypocrite, he had done the same to many people countless times, and still continued to do so. But the food was not being extracted by anyone, it was being pulled from your veins, and making its way into this stranger’s awaiting mouth.

You shut up as something, a familiar blur, came crashing against Eric, sending his form flying off from your own, the intruder and him ending up on the floor. To cover up and show some surprised decency, you pulled the sheet upon yourself, stretching your red printed neck to view the scene below.

Eric was recomposing himself, shooting immortal daggers towards the reckless, who was... “Damon?” Seeing him once more was inevitable, but the scene of it was a dread of yours. And here he was, in your bedroom, the circumstances with much difference than from what they used to be.

At the sound of his name, both the strapping vampires turned towards you with fixed frowns, both worn for their own reasonable purposes. Damon was studying you, and understanding the scene, now seeing that you had been open to the removal of your blood, and this stranger was with you in some kind of way that he was not a fan of.

And Eric’s, well, it was a combined factor of fury, that was directed at the raven haired and uninvited visitor, and confusion, as he attempted to put together pieces of the puzzle that he was missing. He presumed correctly that the two of you had previously known each other, and thus, his intrusion could be explained, or so he hoped.

There was a longing wrenching in his dead gut, that there was something more than a friendship between you and this Damon. He was far too well adversed with the tell of history, that the looks the pair of you were silently exchanging were anything but friendly.

From the get go, there was a smouldering charm that reflected out of Damon’s blue eyes, and your own showed a conflict of interests. But nevertheless, you straightened your back up against the headboard of the bed, and questioned him. “What are you doing here?”

The interrogative underlining to your voice stung like a bee, but the younger of the two vampires refrained from wincing. That would only show a weakness towards the new vamp in town, and that was not the aim of his game.

“Bonnie told me that you were back.” He thought it would be a simple and trouble free resolution, however, the other immortal presence in the room now told him otherwise. “And I thought this guy here was going to drain you dry? What’d you expect me to do, let some stranger kill you before I even have a chance to see you?!”

A prominent eye roll swayed from your foresight, and you cast a look to the other guy, as though you were talking silently with the newcomer. “He’s not a stranger, he’s my boyfriend.”

“Eric Northman.” He extended his hand frankly to your previous partner, attempting to draw a hateful truce between them. But instead, Damon whence he took the offer, attempted to squeeze the bejesus out of ‘Eric’s’ hand, which only ended in the result of his own bones being crushed.

That much informed him that this Northman was older, and that information alone served as a factual repercussion of him in turn being more powerful. This vampire wasn’t one to mess with, but who knew what he would do, after all, he was Damon Salvatore.

“Damon Salvatore.” He begrudgingly spoke through his clenched teeth, taking his broken and healing back into the safety of his side. “So, the boyfriend. Y/n, I thought you were done with relationships, more specifically, with vampires.”

“You sound like Caroline, bitching about my relationship choices. And the only sense that she spoke to me was to get out of this town and-“

“Shag another one of me.” He quirked his brow, and Eric breathed heavily. One thing he had picked up on, was that he didn’t like the way that this vampire was speaking to you. He was making digs, and making contradictions to all of your past statements. “I believe you even said that I would be the last one, and that isn’t in the same context. You wanted to spend forever with me y/n, not someone like this.”

“Listen here.” Eric hissed, prowling half naked towards Damon, his fangs slipping out from beneath his top lip. “I can see what’s happening here, you want her back. But it appears that she has moved on, so that is something that you’re going to have to suck up.”

“Suck up.” Damon childishly snorted, finding the pun hilarious in his state of mixed delirium. He felt everything, a sense of urgency to win you back, and great pain that was sinking into his age old skeleton. “I feel, and it sucks. But it’s fine, completely fine.” He waved his hand off, staring past the slim brute and finding a painful solace in staring at you. “No, he’s allowed to suck your blood, and what, you suck his dick in return?”

A shove sent him flying into the furthest wall, Eric holding him against it. “She’s mine.” It was a common description of a companionship between human and vampire. He had thought Sookie and Bill’s bond had been a foolish one, however, he met you, and his whole perception changed.

There was something about the collaboration of weakness and strength that worked so perfectly together. It was a true love, in rare occurrences . But the sheriff could feel that the myth was blooming in his own consideration. And he would not allow a young (in comparison to him), selfish specimen of his kind, ruin his chance at keeping that peace.

“She’ll never let you turn her.” Damon gulped, trying to look over the giant’s shoulder to catch a glimpse of you, whom was avidly watching the scene. “If you want forever with her, it will only last a minute, and it’ll kill you when she goes, because if you really love her, then I know it would to me too. She deserves to see the world in all her short life, to be treated like a queen, because she is one.”

Damon gulped, feeling guilty, knowing that as much as he wanted to give you that all, he couldn’t. He would not leave Mystic Falls, and that was what had ended your run in the end. His first priority, as admirable as that was, was to always shadow Stefan, and look out for his little brother.

But that gave him no life, which was exactly what you wanted with him. It didn’t matter if you were to one day become pruned and shrunken, the moment that you lived in was all you wanted. There were memorable tears held in your eyes, but you refused to allow a single one slip.

“Y/n has already agreed that one day, she will go through the change, for me.” Biting your lip, you could only imagine the dispersed appearance that struck Damon’s face. He had wanted forever with you, and instead, you had given it to someone else.

Slinking out from the shirtless man’s grip, Damon cautiously pushed Eric’s hands off him, walking to the window, and casting you a cold look. “I hope you enjoy forever y/n.”

And with that, he was gone in the night, presumably fleeing to annoy Matt until he drank half the bar. And thus, he was the one this time that departed instead, abandoning you, and leaving you in Eric’s claim.

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[sholangagaga]

Glamstar AU: Chapter 15

Sorry this took so long! Work has really been throwing me through a loop, but I hope to get back to a regular schedule soon!

Uh, I have no idea if there should be warnings in this? Mentions of blood, death, and other no good things but its nothing crazy!

As always, enjoy the chapter!

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Chapter 15: Remnant of a Memory

“Listen guys, maybe we should just forget it! I mean, who cares, it’s totally fried anyways―”

“Wilson, would you shut up??”

Jin, Mark, and Wilson had decided to investigate the disappearance of the severed arm. Begrudgingly, at least with Wilson. The farther they wandered, the more skittish he became. Much to the annoyance of the other two adults.

“Hey man, I’m just saying! This is spooky, we should just leave it!”

“We can’t just leave it, dammit!” Mark snapped, pointing his flashlight down at the ground to follow the oil trail. There was fear evident in his voice, despite how tough or skeptical he tried to sound. He didn’t want to be here either, but he had no choice.

“He’s right,” Jin said, shining her own flashlight along the walls. “If we don’t find that arm, then we’ll have to explain to the higher-ups where it disappeared to.”

“So then let’s just do that!” Wilson cried.

“Oh, so you want to tell them that a damaged arm crawled off all on its own?”

Wilson shut his mouth, convinced. Jin nodded approvingly, returning to looking around for any clues. As far as she could tell, this was leading to a storage area for Parts and Service, though it was admittedly rarely used. Dust and cobwebs were everywhere, cardboard boxes were aged and rotted. How was this allowed to fester in such a way? She’ll have to put in a maintenance request to have this entire area cleaned up later. The more she looked around, the more she noticed how dilapidated this place really was. It made her grimace.

“Hey, the trail ends here.”

Mark’s voice caused her to turn around. Using her light, she followed the oil trail to the back of the storage room. Mark was right, the trail ends here. And there was no arm.

“That’s weird, if it ended here, where is the arm?” Jin knelt down, running her fingers along the smudges. They weren’t even still wet anymore. This correlated with what Wilson said earlier.

“No clue. This is such a fuckin’ mess. How in the hell are we going to explain this, huh?”

“Is that really what you’re worried about, right now?”

“You’re not worried about this??” Mark retorted, gesturing unhappily towards the oil trail.

“No Mark, that’s exactly what I’m worried about. Think about it. How could someone have carried this here while also leaving a perfect smudge trail?” Jin followed the trail with her finger, as if guiding him along. “They would have to practically crawl along the ground to do this.”

“So what, you’re really saying this thing actually. . .walked away?”

“No, I’m just saying it’s weird. Wilson is the one who said it―” Jin realized something, looking up. “Mark?”

Mark groaned a bit under his breath, not looking up from the smudging. “What now?”

“Where did Wilson go?”

–

“Kid, you got a second?”

Gregory looked up from his lunch, a slice of pepperoni pizza with a side of mozzarella sticks, mid-chew. He made a very undignified “Mmwaa?” in response, which caused Roxy to curl her lip in annoyance.

“You know what? Forget it.” She turned on her heel, about to leave when Gregory quickly finished chewing and called out to her.

“I’m sorry! I’m good now, what’s up Roxy?”

She didn’t turn around right away, probably thinking of what to say next. What did she even want to say to him? What could have possessed her to make her want to come and seek Gregory out?

“Roxanne?”

She turned then, her face flush and her eyes burning with frustration and worry. “You!”

“. . .Me?”

“You almost died today, you idiot!” She yelled, suddenly glad there weren’t any people around to see her outburst. She didn’t have to worry about being embarrassed, but at the moment Roxy probably didn’t care. “You almost died and Bonnie got hurt! And I. . .I just. . .don’t know what I’m supposed to feel.”

Gregory set his cup down, frowning. Roxy was worried and he didn’t even bother to check on her. In his defense, he had been with Bonnie and Freddy earlier. And once he was done with them, the detective had asked to see him. He didn’t really have a chance to see the others, and at the same time he didn’t think of how they could be feeling right now. Face to face with it now, Gregory didn’t even know if he could apologize enough.

“When we found your watch, and the blood, we all just assumed the worst.” the wolf continued, her hands clenched tightly. “It was a horrible, hopeless kind of feeling. It was knowing you didn’t do enough, that you had every option to change the outcome, and you still fell short. It felt like not being enough.” Her voice wavered, as if that last sentence really struck home for her. Like she was talking from experience.

“Roxy―”

“I’m not done,” she said curtly, causing him to shut his mouth. “And then Bonnie―” Roxy’s voice tapered off. She bit her lip, continuing to speak. “We’ve never seen Bonnie so hurt before. It made me think of how he was before he got hurt. And I started to think of what would have happened if things were worse.”

All of this, because of him. Gregory looked down at his food, no longer having an appetite. How would he go about apologizing to everyone after this? Would he keep being insensitive and make them seek him out? He must’ve been lost in his wallowing, because Roxy had knelt down to his height to get his attention again.

“You don’t need to blame yourself.” she said softly, a strangely calm wisdom behind her eyes.

“Was it that obvious?”

Roxy shrugged. “I know that look. When you feel like you can’t do anything right.”

Gregory leaned forward and put his arms around the synthetic’s shoulders, hugging her tight. It was a swirl of emotions, guilt and sadness, but also it was a gesture of kindness. Holding Roxy together to keep her from falling apart just as much as she was holding him together.

“Alright, enough of that.” Roxy gently pulled Gregory away, but didn’t fully let go of him. “How about we go see how Bonnie is doing, yeah? He’s gotta be all patched up by now.”

“He’d be really happy to know you were concerned about him.” Gregory smiled, which earned a huff from Roxanne.

“I was not! He needs to be in top shape because otherwise I won’t be able to get anymore ice cream floats!”

Gregory quirked an eyebrow, looking at the woman with an incredulous and frankly, unconvinced expression.

“What?”

“. . .”

“Stop starin’ at me like that, dammit!”

–

Bonnie was standing at the entranceway to the hallway Jin and the technicians had disappeared into. After a while, their lights and voices slowly faded, surprising the synthetic at just how far that area extended. Initially he wondered if it would’ve been good for him to follow, however he didn’t want to end up in any more predicaments where he could end up being stabbed. Or worse.

He was weighing his options when the sound of the elevator shook him from his thoughts. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t expecting the worst, but was pleasantly surprised to see it was just Roxanne and Gregory.

“Hey you two. If you’re here for maintenance, I’m afraid the technicians went off on a scavenger hunt.”

“Oh, alright. We’ll just be going th― Agh what the hell?!” Roxy growled, looking down at Gregory who had just unceremoniously elbowed her in the side. “Rrgh. I mean, we didn’t come here for that.”

“Go on.” Gregory goaded, raising his elbow in a threatening matter. Catching the hint, Roxy continued.

“We came to see how you were doing.” she grumbled, to which Bonnie blinked a couple times in surprise.

“How I was doing?” It took him a second, but he exclaimed softly once it clicked. “Oh! Right, my arm. Yeah, I’m fine. Maintenance finished without a problem.” Bonnie smiled at them both. “Thank you for checking up on me, Superstar. I appreciate it.”

Roxy hummed to herself, casting her eyes to the side in a bit of embarrassment. Hearing Bonnie use that nickname always made the metaphorical butterflies flutter.

“Anyways. . .” Gregory began, more interested in hearing about Bonnie’s prior statement than seeing Roxy be star-struck. “Why are the technicians on a scavenger hunt?”

“A good question,” the rabbit sighed, scratching the back of his head. “Apparently, my arm went missing. So they followed an oil trail to go see where it scurried off to.”

“I. . .what?”

Bonnie and Gregory stared at each other for a solid minute, the silence unwavering until Roxy scoffed in annoyance.

“I said what I said.”

“But it doesn’t make any sense!”

“What about that is confusing?”

“The fact your arm ran off by itself!”

Bonnie went silent again, thinking. It seemed like he had had an epiphany.

“Well yeah,” he said after a pause, “Have you never experienced a limb crawling around on its own?”

“No!” Gregory cried, “Human limbs don’t do that!”

“Huh. Weird.”

Gregory threw up his hands, making a disgruntled noise. The two synthetics looked at each other, trying to search for a clue in the other’s expression about what Gregory was so upset about. However, they both shrugged.

“Don’t bond over the fact that I can’t comprehend walking arms!”

–

“Wilson, c’mon man!” Mark called out, shining his flashlight down the hallway they’d just come from. “This isn’t the time to be fuckin’ around!”

He was just behind her. He had said something not even a minute ago. How can someone disappear so quickly without a single person noticing? Did he get too scared and turned back? Or did something more malicious happen to him? Recalling the events of earlier, Jin began to panic. She took a step forward and something clattered to the ground on her right.

Jin whipped around, pointing her flashlight towards the noise. Littered along the ground were paint cans. Jin leant down to pick one up and at first thought they were empty. Once she tilted them however, she realized they had paint in them, but the paint had dried up ages ago. Why were these still here?

As she picked up another can, a man’s hand grabbed her shoulder.

“Wah― Oh, god, Bonnie,” Jin sighed, patting the hand. “Don’t sneak up on me like that, I’m already tense after Wilson disappeared.”

The synthetic didn’t respond. Jin thought that was weird, and turned to look at the hand on her shoulder. Frayed wires, peeling skin, and oil stains. This was Bonnie’s hand, but it wasn’t the one attached to the synthetic. It was the missing one, that they had come out here looking for. Jin’s heart nearly stopped.

If that wasn’t Bonnie behind her, then who was it?

“Being a mom really has made you soft, hasn't it, Jin?”

Her vision went black as something hard collided with the back of her head.

—

Jin awoke in the storage room. She was groggy, her vision blurred and her head swimming. When she tried to move, she realized she was tied up with wires. Struggling proved futile, as the wires were bound tight and didn’t allow much wiggle room. She gave up, looking around at her surroundings. The lights were yellowed and dim, one of them buzzing softly and causing a slight strobe effect. Annoying, but it was to be expected in an unused area like this. There were boxes everywhere, and some miscellaneous items scattered about. Directly across from her was a metal table, and in the corner she noticed the distinct silhouette of a synthetic endoskeleton. What was that doing back here?

Another thing she noticed outright was that she was alone. Did Mark disappear as well? Or was he in a similar situation?

For some reason, her mind raced through all of the possible scenarios, and she wondered if it was Mark who had done this to her. Her blood felt hot at the implication of it. Had this all been a ruse just to get her and Wilson alone? If she was here, then what happened to Wilson?

Her internal questioning was answered when the door to the storage room squealed open and a body was practically thrown into her lap. The face was swollen and puffy from a violent beating, blood oozing from wounds and a split lip. Jin audibly gasped. The state of him made it hard to tell, but she recognized the man soon enough.

It was Mark.

“Oh, don’t worry.” came the same voice from before, when Jin was knocked out. “He’s still alive. I mean, he probably wishes he wasn’t, but he’s still breathing!” The owner of the voice walked out from around the door, gesturing with a wide and nonchalant shrug. His knuckles were bloody and raw, and in one hand he was holding a small box cutter. “Truthfully, I never did like Mark all that much. Just because he had seniority, he thought he was better than me!”

“Wilson,” Jin said carefully, shifting her legs under Mark, “Wilson, untie me. The police are still here, we can get Mark medical attention if we hurry.”

The man chuckled, although it was more of a sinister giggle, sitting on a metal table at the other end of the storage room. “Why would I want to get him medical attention? Did you ever think that maybe I want him to die?”

“You don’t mean that, Wilson. Mark was hard on you, but he’s your friend. Today was just a stressful day. You know that.”

“Oh Jin, you know what they say. Stress and suffering tends to bring out the ‘real you’. You saw how quick Mark was to throw me under the bus with no proof! In the end he was totally right, but it annoyed me just how on the nose he was.”

She was talking in circles, trying to reason with a psychopath. Jin knew that as long as she kept him calm and talking, someone would come to find them eventually. But if Mark was wounded internally, every second meant the difference between life and death. She had to find a way out of here, or to at least call for help.

“You know, Jin,” Wilson called out to her, his voice thoughtful. He was playing with the box cutter, extending and retracting the blade. As if he were embarrassed about what he was about to say and didn’t want to make eye contact. “I’ve always liked you.”

“. . .” Jin glowered at him, but softened her voice before she spoke. “I like you too Wilson.” Or at least I did, before you tied me up.

“No, I mean, I really like you. Hell, I think I’m in love with you! You’re so pretty, you were always so, so pretty. But you never noticed me. You ended up getting married to that British bastard, despite how awful he was for you! Do you know how that makes someone like me feel?”

Jin felt like she wanted to throw up. Every word out of his mouth made her stomach twist and turn with utter disgust. Trapped in a room with a wounded man, and a psycho in love with her.

“I. . .never really knew you felt that way. . .”

“It’s okay.” Wilson shrugged, smiling as if everything were completely normal. “Even if it took a while, I still have a chance with you.”

She must’ve looked confused, because Wilson pointed at her with the box cutter and laughed.

“Your husband is dead after all, so I don’t have competition anymore!”

–

He was delightfully awkward.

That was her first thought upon seeing him. He was just so delightfully awkward. He had been with the company for years, as far as she knew. Even longer than she had been working there. He knew everything from tech to guard duties. A jack of many trades, as they say. He was also fairly attractive, brown hair, blue eyes. But he was strange. He disliked being touched, and never really liked to hang out with people. Jin thought that maybe he was just shy, but once she got to know him a bit better, he was a mature and friendly person.

“Miss Jin,” he said to her as she toiled over repairing Foxy’s arm, his voice gentle. “You’ll work yourself to death one of these days.”

“Isn’t that in the job description?” she smiled back, wiping sweat and oil from her forehead. “They’ll think we’re wasting company money if we aren’t haggard by the end of the night. Maybe they’ll try to scare us into working more by bringing up those old rumors of things that go bump in the night~”

Jin saw the faintest hint of a smile on his face.

“I suppose we’re all slaves to what goes bump in the night.”

–

Jin realized that whenever the man was around, it felt like there was a strange buzzing in her ear. Not painful or uncomfortable, but. . .strange. After a while, she stopped hearing it. Or maybe she had just gotten used to it?

“Jin, this may seem an odd thing to say,” the man was pushing around a piece of broccoli on his plate. She noticed that she never really saw him eat much of anything. “I’ve grown rather fond of you.”

“Is that how you British men say you’d like to go out on another date?” Jin smiled, folding her hands on the table and leaning forward. The man grew quiet, and she swore that she’d almost seen the faintest hint of a blush dusting his cheeks.

“Yes, I’d rather like that.”

–

After a couple years of dating, the man proposed.

Jin was elated, of course. However something always felt. . .off. Sometimes she couldn’t remember some of the times she spent with the man. Other times, he’d act distant and push her away. Strangest of all, sometimes she swore the apartment they shared smelled of decay. Despite all of that, she still married him.

After the wedding, everything seemed to change for the better.

Jin got a promotion to lead technician at Fazbear Entertainment, they were able to afford a better apartment in the high end part of town, and after a bit, Jin even found out she was expecting.

“Seriously?” her husband asked, shock evident on his face. “A baby? And you’re 100% certain?”

“I think I know how to read a pregnancy test.” Jin laughed, holding the aforementioned item in her hand. However, his reaction gave her pause. “Are you. . .not happy about it?”

“Of course I am!” he quickly stood, reaching out to grab her empty hand. “I just never thought I’d be able to have children.” his voice trailed off near the end, but his enthusiasm never wavered.

“Well, congrats, Mr. Dad.” Jin chuckled, turning to throw the test away. With her back to her husband, she missed the sorrowful expression that crossed his features.

–

“Daddy, I’m ready to go!” Jaime said, sprinting out into the living with a plastic bucket in one hand and a flashlight in another. The toddler was dressed in what looked to be a uniform of some kind, wearing a hat that was too big.

“Hey now, what’s all this? What happened to you wanting to be Batman for Halloween?” The boy’s father knelt down to be eye level with the child, gently poking the little badge pinned to his chest.

“I didn’t wanna be Batman anymore! The costume was too itchy, and he’s not even my favorite superhero.”

“You said you wanted to be a superhero! Batman is your favorite hero, you said so when we went costume shopping.”

“No, he’s my second favorite! Don’t you see? I’m you, Daddy! You’re my favorite superhero!” Jaime beamed, giving a toothy grin while adjusting the oversized hat on his head.

His father choked up a tad, reaching out and pulling the boy into a gentle hug.

“What a coincidence,” he said, his voice cracking. “You’re my hero as well.”

–

“Honey, I heard the attraction burned down! Are you okay?” Jin approached her husband at the door, seeing his clothes charred and his skin caked with soot. “Oh god, are you hurt anywhere?”

“I’m fine, Jin,” he said, his expression almost peaceful. “I did something that I’ve been meaning to do for a long time now. It’s not enough to erase all of the sins from the past, but it’s a marvelous first step! Don’t you see? We’re so close to ending this!”

Jin didn’t understand. Erasing sins? Ending this? What was he even referring to?

“Honey, you’re beginning to scare me.”

“Oh Jin.” he said, looking into her eyes. His own blue eyes glinted with the light, shimmering a gentle purple in the artificial glow of the living room lights. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. Not anymore.”

It might’ve been her imagination, but she noticed something while locking eyes with him. Her husband’s eyes weren’t refracting light. They were casting it.

–

Jin was laying on her stomach in her bed, an empty bottle of vodka beside her on the nightstand. Her eyes were hollow as she stared out the window of her bedroom balcony, watching the city night lights twinkling in the distance.

She had buried her husband that morning.

After the funeral, Jin left Jaime with her sister and had gone home to wallow in her sorrow. The week before, her husband had seemed so happy. So full of life. He had gotten a call from an old business partner, offering him a “once in a lifetime” opportunity.

“I’ll finally be able to repay my debts,” he had said, a shimmer in his eyes that she hadn’t seen since Fazbear’s Fright burned down. “Everything will end with this!”

She wished that she would’ve had the foresight to stop him. To beg him to stay home, to forget these debts and be with her and Jaime. But she knew deep down he would never have agreed to it. Her husband loved his family, but whatever it was that had a hold on him was stronger. He wouldn’t rest until he was able to resolve it with his own hands. Even if it meant he had to die for it.

He said goodbye to her that morning.

Jin had thought it odd, but she didn’t think to question him. Even if she had, he wouldn’t have told her the truth. He never liked to make her worry unnecessarily.

After the funeral, one of the CEOs of Fazbear Entertainment approached her, an envelope in hand.

“Your husband wanted you to have this.” he had said, giving his condolences before leaving. Jin hadn’t even thought about opening the envelope. She was so busy drinking away her pain, she had forgotten all about it.

With a sniffle, she willed herself to sit up, reaching into the pocket of her dress to pull out the now wrinkled item.

The words “To my Family” were written across the front. Jin ran her fingers along the indent of the writing. His handwriting, she thought solemnly. She flipped the envelope over and ripped it open, pulling out the paper within.

❝My beloved wife,

If this letter finds itself within your hands, then that means I’ve finally laid this chapter to rest. It means that I am no longer of this world.

There was much I never told you despite the time we spent together. I’ve lied to you, and I can never take those lies back. But those lies do not define me. It is my past, and my mistakes alone, that tell the story of who I truly am.

I swore to my siblings that one day, I will right the wrongs I’ve wrought throughout my pitiful existence. I swore that I would make things right.

My Father, may he burn in Hell for all he’s done, has cheated death more times than I care to count. And I have as well. But that all ends. I trust in Henry. I believe he can finally end this vicious cycle one and for all.

But what does that mean for you, the woman I kept despite my sins? My selfishness truly knows no bounds, for I sought to make you mine and had you give me your heart, when I could hardly return the favor. Maybe in some sick and twisted way, I tried to do better through you and our child. To be the man that my Father could never hope to be. Only in the end to abandon you as he did me.

Jin, don’t let my death be the final chapter in your story. To have even been able to spend a fraction of my time with you was more than I ever deserved. You will suffer over this, and it will be because of me. Jaime was destined to grow up without his father. Don’t let him grow up without his mother as well.

Tell him how we met, how we stumbled into love together, of how you forged my heart with your fire and molded me into a man to be proud of. Teach him to conquer the demons within the dark, to not dwell on the past but to look forward to the future. Teach him that not all that goes bump in the night is a monster. Teach him that not all hands that reach out do so out of kindness.

And to you, Jaime. You are my Remnant, a child that shouldn’t exist, a miracle I never deserved. Take care of your mother. Hold her when she is close to falling apart, inspire her when her colors fade to gray. Your bloodline, the sins of your father and of your grandfather, will always be with you. For that, I cannot apologize more. Know that no matter what tries to bring you down, you will always rise from the ashes.

You are an Afton. And we Afton men have never been ones to take death lightly. We always come back, one way or another. One day I hope you can wear that name with pride, free of the blood and tears that weigh upon it. I hope you become a better person than your father, and his father before him.

Forever with You,

Michael ❞

Tears streamed down her face like heavy rain. She didn’t understand half of what the letter said. Even in death, Michael found a way to keep things from her. But she couldn’t bring herself to be angry, or to hate him. That just wasn’t the kind of person she was, and that isn’t the type of person he would want her to become.

There, sitting on a bed far too big for one person alone, Jin wept. Mourning the loss of a man she never truly knew, but loved all the same. Mourning the loss of her other half.

—

Jin blinked, a tear trickling down her face. Why had those memories surfaced all of a sudden?

Wilson raised an eyebrow. “Are you crying? Did my confession really move you to tears?”

She laughed dryly, still finding the humor despite the situation she was in. “No, I was just reminiscing.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, and I’ve decided something.”

“What’s that?”

Jin ran her thumb along her wedding band, drawing courage from it. “I decided I’m tired of listening to you badmouth someone who was more of a man than you’ll ever be. Me, with you? Get over yourself.”

“Do you even understand the situation you’re in? No one is coming to help you! By the time someone notices, I’ll have already carved you up like the pretty little bird you are. And then He’ll have to let me in! I can kill people too! Adults! Not little snot-nosed brats! I’ll prove to him that I can be better. Starting with you.” Wilson fully extended the box cutter, grabbing Jin by her collar and forcing her to her feet.

“Don’t worry, I’ll try to leave your face intact for the coroner.” Now face to face, Wilson tapped the blade against her cheek. “Any last words?”

Jin’s eyes darted to the side, catching a glimpse of the hallway behind him. And noticing the figure that was steadily approaching. “Good girl.” she replied, eyes widening a tad.

Wilson looked baffled, shaking his head in confusion. “Good girl? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“She was talkin’ to me.”

Wilson turned to face the owner of the voice, only to immediately get thrown to the ground. His weapon clattered out of his hands, tumbling off into one of the dark corners of the room.

There Roxanne stood, flipping her hair with a snarl on her face.

“I always knew you were a fuckin’ creep, Wilson.” the synthetic growled, using her claws to slice the wires binding Jin. “You were half right. No one would’ve noticed you back here until it was too late. There’s just one thing you didn’t take into effect.”

With terror plastered all over his face, Wilson tried to flee, but was surrounded by boxes and useless junk. The only exit was currently blocked by a synthetic with murder in her eyes.

“My eyes are special. You think you can hide from me, you’ve got another thing coming.” she reached forward, grabbing him by his technician jacket.

Wilson put his hands up, his whole body trembling with fear. “I’ll turn myself into the police! Whatever you want! Just don’t hurt me!”

Roxanne laughed. “When I’m through with you, they’ll be wheeling you out of here in trash bags. But don’t worry,” She leaned forward, baring her fangs. “I’ll be sure to leave your face intact for the coroner.”

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#fnaf security breach #security breach #glamstar au #glamstar fam au #fnaf #archive of our own

[cats-but-incorrect]

Ladies, gentlemen, constables, geeks, counts and countesses, assassins, wizards, princes, princesses, dumbasses, and ambiguously-gendered royalty, may I present to you,

What The Characters of Cats would dress up as for Halloween

Asparagus Jr. - he just straight up dresses up as his dad

Alonzo - Luke Skywalker

Munkustrap and Demeter - Han Solo and Princess Leia

Bombalurina - Bomba half-ironically goes as a sexy version of a not-considered-sexy character or similar. Sexy Darth Vader was a hit.

Cassandra - she goes as a cute lil witch with an elaborate, homemade costume. Everyone jokes that "Cassandra, are you really just going as yourself?"

Old Deuteronomy - Santa.

Etcetera - definitely a princess. Probably some sort of candy princess. She looks adorable and everybody can't help but smile at how cute she is.

Electra - Hermione Granger. She only speaks in Hermione quotes all night yet somehow is still able to be understood and talked to. Gets Misto to make it look like she's doing magic.

Gus and Jellylorum - they go as growltiger and griddlebone every year and do a scene for the kittens :)

Jennyanydots - dresses up as a mouse and dresses her mice up like cats in little hoods with ears she crocheted them.

Jemima - she goes as a tiny ninja and stabs people with her plastic knife and runs away giggling all night

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer - legally have to have their costumes match. They've been Jessie and James, Link and Zelda, Bonnie and Clyde, each other, and also once Teazer stayed on Jerrie's shoulders the entire night while they wore a really long trench coat to be a really tall guy.

Pouncival - has a really elaborate robot costume that he wears every halloween and keeps adding onto it throughout the year so it's even more detailed and extreme every time

Tugger - Knight. He's the one who told Jemima to stab people with her little plastic knife and showed her how with his plastic sword.

Misto - The Phantom of The Opera, complete with brooding monologues, standing somewhere up high for no reason, and magic.

Tantomile and Coricopat - didn't want to come but Cassandra made them. She also dressed them up as bats, which they begrudgingly allowed. They sit in the corner doing some kind of ritual all night lmao

Tumblebrutus - spiderman, so he has yet another excuse to show off his acrobatics. Also because it's cool as fuck.

Bustopher Jones - also Santa.

Skimbleshanks - the candelabra from Beauty and The Beast and he runs arouns singing Be Our Guest all night.

Victoria - lets Etcetera dress her up as a Princess too, but secretly likes it.

Plato - coincidentally, goes as a Prince.

----- BONUSES ! -----

Dea Ex Machina (my OC) - a little dragon to match Tugger's knight costume

Moribuckles ( @0zzysaurus 's OC) - a cowboy, has one of those horses on a stick he pretends to ride around on. Plays his harmonica :D

#cats 1998 #cats the musical #cats musical #cats memes #incorrect quotes cats musical

[thecomposerofstories]

Hi my name is david and i really like rex.

i have an idea and i was wondring if youd like it.

rex is dared by his friends to head inside a haunted house. it scares him, things fall and he heard people talking and screaming and giggling.

he sees a person and starts running, the person telling him to stop. he gets cornered and 1 of the ghost gets close. the ghosts wanted to know if hed like some cake

Hi David! I do like the idea, and I'm dearly sorry I took so long to write it! I hope you like it!

"Bonnie! Let’s go!” Bonnie’s father called to the little girl from downstairs. “Coming!” she replied, as she stuffed some of her toys (Jessie, Buzz, Rex, Buttercup and Mr. Prickle Pants) into her backpack and rushed downstairs, dressed in her purple, black, silver, and orange witch costume.

The toys bobbed up and down inside the backpack as she raced downstairs. Tonight was Halloween, and Bonnie’s parents had the idea to take her to a ‘Haunted House’ down the street, which was taking place at a friends’ house.

Rex sat in the corner of cushiony backpack, trying to mask his nervousness and failing. “This’ll be fun! Right?” Jessie said excitedly to Buzz, who nodded. Buttercup nodded too. “Yeah! For most of us, anyway.” he snickered, obviously indicating Rex. Buzz eyed the unicorn sternly. He then sat next to his dinosaur friend. “Will you be okay here Rex?” he asked tentatively, worried for his friend’s nerves. Rex nodded, a little too quickly.

“Of course! It’s just a silly house, with people dressed up as monsters and ghosts, not real, obviously.” He said, trying to reassure himself. Mr. Prickle Pants intervened. “’Dressed up?’ No my friend, there are real ghosts here! Big, terrifying ones that prey on innocent toys like you or me, that capture the souls of wondering fools and trap them there eternally, till they turn to ghouls themselves!” the hedgehog said theatrically, with swishing motions of his paws. Buttercup nodded vigorously.

Rex’s eyes widened with each sentence said, before he dived underneath Bonnie’s cardigan in fright -which she had been to keep in the bag in case it got too cold- as Jessie glared at the unicorn and hedgehog icily. “Now look what you’ve done!” she said, before helping Buzz to fish Rex out from underneath the knitted clothing and calm him down.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, they’re just joking, right, boys?” Jessie scolded, eyeing the two toys with an expression so fiery it could light every candle in a cathedral. The two toys nodded uncertainly. “I was just practicing my horror-story-telling,” Mr. Prickle Pants said sheepishly “I went I bit overboard.” “Yeah, don’t worry, Rex.” Buttercup chimed. “The ghosts are more interested in braver toys, not Scaredy Cats like you.” He chuckled.

Just before Jessie was about to choke his lights out, they heard the zip of the backpack sliding open and the toys all went still.

“Bonnie, why don’t you leave your backpack here for a while, you don’t want your toys getting lost.” The toys heard Bonnie’s father say, “Okay,” they heard Bonnie say reluctantly as the backpack was thrown carelessly onto the floor, presumably with other backpacks from other children. “Aww,” Buttercup uttered in dissapointment.

As soon as she thought there was no-one there, Jessie opened the zip from the inside and climbed out. “Come on, let’s see what’s here!” she said. “Are you sure that’s wise, Miss Jessie?” Mr. Prickle Pants asked. “Someone could see you.” “They won’t, but if they do they’ll just think I’m part of the act anyway, right? Come on with me, Rex, it’ll be fun I promise!” the cowgirl told him, beckoning him to follow. Buzz shut that idea right down. “He’s right, Jess. I think it’s best we all stay in here.” Jessie begrudgingly zipped the backpack closed and sat down inside it again with her fellow toys.

“Ugh, we’re only not allowed outside because you’re afraid Rex’ll run away.” Buttercup groaned with an eye-roll.

“No, Buttercup, it’s because someone could see us, we could get lost!” Buzz argued “Rex could get lost, we’ll be fine. We don’t need others to help us.” The unicorn retorted.

As the pair argued, Jessie and Mr. Prickle Pants tried to intervene.

Meanwhile, Rex sat, contemplating what he had said. He wanted nothing more than to prove the unicorn wrong. He wouldn’t get scared, he wouldn’t.

Quietly, Rex zipped the backpack back open and crawled out, and zipped it back up from the outside. They didn’t notice him slip away.

He observed his surroundings. Even without the decorations, the interior of the house was incredibly Gothic. And actually rather beautiful, Rex thought, despite the gaudy Halloween decorations adorning every corner. It was actually kind of funny, seeing such a serious-looking house covered in childish and tacky decorations so as not to scare the kids. But kind of creepy, too, as it was so terribly dark. Speaking of children, Rex could hear Bonnie and other children in the other room, giggling and screaming.

Wait… it wasn’t the children. The giggling got closer, and Rex had the sudden urge to dive right back into the backpack, before Buttercup’s insults reverberated in his head. He wouldn’t be a Scaredy Cat. Not today. He breathed in, then out, and he repeated until he felt calmer. It was a trick a friend had taught him.

“Whoever you are, I’m not scared of you!” he squeaked. The giggling went silent.

Oh no.

“Y-you heard me! I’m not scared! So just stop it, will you?!” Rex demanded.

Suddenly, glowing creatures stepped forward, and made their way towards him. Rex backed up, whimpering. The creatures had practically cornered him. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, Rex saw that the figures were quite small. And… kind of cute? “Hello!” one said, she was glowing a light-blue colour. “I’m glad you’re not scared, everyone else we’ve met has been.” Said a green one, presumably a boy. They were just toys! Adorable ones, at that. They were small and round with cute little faces. How could he be so scared of them if their arms were even smaller than his?

Relieved, Rex loosened a little. “Would you like some cake, Mister Monster?” a green one said, holding out a plastic cupcake ornament. Rex smiled. “No, thank you,” he said. “And I’m not a monster, I’m a dinosaur.” “Do you have a name, Mister Dinosaur?” the red one asked. “My name’s Rex. Do you three have any names?” “I’m Harrison,” said the red one “I’m Elvira,” the blue girl one chimed, “And I’m Salem.” The green one said. “Well, nice to meeting you all.” Rex said, before going back to the backpack. Harrison held onto the tip of his tail to stop him. “Can we come too, Mister Rex?” he asked with pleading eyes. “Yes! Please? It’s too scary here!” “Please!” they all chimed.

Feeling his heart break a little, Rex knew he couldn’t leave them all on their own, they were basically children. “Okay.” He said. The three little ghosts screamed and giggled with delight as Rex zipped the backpack back open and let them in with him. “Rex!” Jessie scolded him. “We were just about to go find you! where have you been?” “Told ya he’d get lost!” Buttercup laughed. Then all the toys turned their attention to the three little plastic ghosts. “Um, who are these?” Buzz asked. “Long story,” Rex smiled.

AN: I based the Ghost's names on ghosts from movies and their actors, Harrison being named after Rex Harrison, a man who played a ghost in 'The Ghost and Mrs. Muir', Elvira being named after someone from the movie 'Blithe Spirit', and Salem's name is just based of the cat from Sabrina the Teenage Witch lmao.

I also based them on these guys I saw when trying to get inspiration:

#did i just give rex three fanchildren??? i think i just did! #thank you anon/David! #toy story #rex toy story #this story got out of hand lol #but i'm quite proud of it!

[dtrhwithalex]

TV | Loki (102)

102: THE VARIANT

D: KATE HERRON. W: ELISSA KARASIK. Original Air Date: 16 June 2021.

Non-spoiler-free recap and review of the second episode of LOKI, which airs every Wednesday on Disney+.

RECAP

We open this episode in what looks like the medieval period, but turns out to be a Renaissance Fair in the 1980s. Another TVA team has been deployed in the search of the rogue Loki Variant and is promptly attacked by said Variant. Taking control of HUNTER C-20 (SASHA LANE) similarly to how we have seen Loki do during THE AVENGERS, the Variant eliminates the team and leaves the Fair through a time-window, taking C-20 with them.

Hunter B-15 and her team, as well as Mobius and Loki travel to the event to investigate and reinstate the sacred timeline. During the investigation, Loki plays at analysing his rogue counterpart, but Mobius sees through his stalling for time, and calls for the timeline to be restored. Hunter C-20 is declared MIA.

Back at the TVA, Mobius meets with Ravonna Renslayer to discuss the failed mission and the risk Mobius is taking with using Loki to find the Variant. Mobius insists Loki is, if not trustworthy, still useful to them. He tasks Loki with researching every Loki variant that has ever existed and "bans" him to the archives. Begrudgingly studying the files, Loki eventually tires of reading the exact same thing over and over again, and attempts to read up on the secrets of the TVA. However, his attempts are foiled by the Archivist, who only allows him to read one file -- his own.

However, in reading the file, Loki finds out about the events of RAGNAROK and realises that this is the key to finding the Variant. Disrupting Mobius' lunch to explain his theory -- and ruining Mobius' salad in the process -- Loki convinces him to go to an apocalyptic event such as Ragnarok to test the theory that, because of the complete destruction, nothing able to create new timelines would actually register as such. Reluctantly, Mobius agrees and takes him to Pompeii in 79 AD shortly before Mount Vesuvius erupts. Despite Mobius' warnings, Loki does as he does best: he creates chaos. He frees goats, throws things around, tells the people of the imminent eruption, that he is from the future -- and to Mobius' surprise, none of it registers as a deviation from the timeline.

Returning to the TVA, Loki and Mobius attempt to narrow down the specific apocalyptic event the Variant may be hiding in. However, it is not until Mobius remembers the child from the French church, that they are able to do so. Using the specific brand of chewing gum the Variant gave the child to create a specific time-window, Mobius and Loki find the one plausible catastrophe: New Haven, Alabama in 2050, destroyed by a hurricane.

Once on location, Loki is paired with Hunter B-15, despite Mobius' objections. While Mobius and the other Hunters take to the refugee camp, they search the store and come upon a single shopper. Touching him he drops to the floor and the possessive energy is transferred to Hunter B-15. Loki realises that this is the Variant, using their powers to, essentially, make ventriloquist puppets out of other beings.

While Loki tries to find out what it is the Variant wants, and offers up his own secret plans -- infiltrate the TVA, gain their trust, be granted an audience with the Time Keepers and take them out, ultimately wanting to rule the TVA himself -- Mobius and his team find the traumatised C-20. Although strongly disoriented, C-20 is able to reveal that she gave up the location of the Time Keepers to the Variant.

Meanwhile, Loki discovers that the Variant has been rigging the entire store with the time-reset devices. As they go active and vanish through individual time-windows, the real Variant reveals themself to Loki: the VARIANT (SOPHIA DI MARTINO) is a blonde, female version of Loki. Shocked by this revelation, Loki watches as the Variant opens another time-window and vanishes. Hearing Mobius and the Hunters approach, Loki makes a decision and follows the Variant through the time-window, which closes before Mobius can reach it.

As the time-reset devices vanish, the TVA registers anomalies and the agents monitoring the screens watch as multiple new timelines branch out of the sacred timeline, leaving only one conclusion: the timeline is being bombed. Watching her own screen in shock, Renslayer grabs her Hunter gear and leaves her office.

FAVOURITE MOMENTS

There were quite a few moments in this episode that I really loved. I adored this vibe of 'Loki Has A Day Job'. His whack-a-mole fight with Miss Minutes was a lot of fun. I loved the scenes in the archive, his somewhat flirty attempt at getting the Archivist to let him read classified files (also shushing the lady behind him? Hilarious). His chaotic energy and great Latin speech in Pompeii was absolutely fantastic too. God of Mischief indeed.

And I just adored all the banter scenes with Mobius. They have such a great buddy-cop dynamic, I really love it. The whole salad scene was just A+ comedy (also big yay for Casey!!). Their conversation about existence and free will was so good, too. And I adored the scene where Loki explains the difference between the two powers of projection. What a nerd. I love him.

I thought the reveal of Sophia di Martino as the Loki Variant was amazing. I think it's really interesting that this doesn't seem to be a version Loki himself was expecting to meet, which I'm sure will make for some great moments between the two in upcoming episodes.

Oh and, of course, lest I forget: setting the opening fight between the Variant and the TVA team to Bonnie Tyler's "Holding Out for a Hero"? Whoever made that choice is an absolute genius.

FAVOURITE CHARACTER(S)

I mean, Loki, duh. But I also really enjoyed Ravonna Renslayer in this one. I am really intrigued by her character and I can't wait to see more of her -- especially in action. Also I am very curious about her and Mobius' relationship. I smell history.

QUESTIONS, CURIOSITIES

Do all Hunters know the location of the Time Keepers? Or did the Variant have to keep nabbing them until finding C-20 who had the information they were looking for?

Also I am not entirely sure about the Variant being played by another person. I mean I get it from like a visual storytelling perspective, that it is easier to have two different faces when Loki and the Variant interact, and like, from an acting perspective too. I get that Loki is a shapeshifter, so whatever body he assumes does not necessarily have to look like himself -- in this case Tom Hiddleston -- and I guess some people would have complained about him playing a female version of himself as being drag or a mockery thereof or something, but... I don't know, I am just not entirely sure about it. It just feels very gendered, somehow, if that makes sense. A very "gender is tied to body" kind of thing. But I'm gonna wait until I see more of it before forming more of an opinion.

OVERALL IMPRESSION

An absolutely brilliant and compelling second episode of this show. I am enjoying it tremendously. I completely adore the Loki we get to see in this show and the character dynamic between him and Mobius is so funny and so well done. Loved the reveal of Sophia di Martino as the rogue Loki Variant, and I cannot wait to see more of her in this role. Next Wednesday cannot come soon enough!

[still image taken from imdb page of the episode]

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[unholyobsessions]

What I’m feeling is real

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson/Caroline Forbes

Description: Klaus and Caroline sort out their feelings at Damon and Elena’s wedding. Mild angst but fluffy at the end

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Nobody took the cure in this so everyone who was a vampire is still a vampire and alive. 

Caroline set the microphone down after giving the maid of honor speech turning to give a teary eyed smile at Elena. It’s been 20 years since Damon and Elena got engaged and after traveling the world they finally cane back to Mystic Falls to have a ceremony with their friends and family. The sound of the doors to the Reception Hall opening caught everyone’s attention. There was a moment when it seemed that time froze as the Mikaelson family walked in. Hope stood from where she was seated next to Josie, confused as to why her family made an appearance at a wedding they sure were not invited to. Damon walked over and questioned their reasons for showing up. Klaus raised his hands in mock surrender and sent him a small smirk. “We just want to say our congratulations. I thought we moved past the whole hating each other thing as we have peacefully coexisted for the last two decades.” Elijah stepped foward handing Damon a small box, a wedding gift. Damon looked back at his wife who gave a small shrug. She did not want any altercations at her wedding and figured it best to just let the family stay. Damon sighed and accepted the gift before walking back to Elena and sitting down. Kol instantly went to Bonnie who pretended to be uninterested in whatever he was saying. Rebekah and Elijah went to the bar and Klaus made eye contact with Caroline. Caroline looked away because she knew that if she looked at him too long she would be overcome with the urge to kiss him and she couldn’t do that. Not in front of everyone. Five years ago she finally decided to contact Klaus and give his promise of forever a chance. For the first three years their relationship was strictly platonic with casual flirting as they both wanted to get to know each other apart from the deep infatuation they already shared. Two years ago they finally made the move and had not looked back. Nobody knew, not even his family. At first they kept it a secret to figure things out without the influence of their peers, after it just became a game of how long they could hide their relationship. At least that is what Klaus considered it. He imagined that they would eventually tell everyone but that is not what Caroline had in mind. She knew what her friends would think of her if she were to be in a public relationship with the original hybrid. Caroline resorted to avoiding Klaus for most of the night dancing with all of her friends for hours. It wasn’t until she was dancing with Stefan when Klaus approached. “Mind if I cut in?” The handsome hybrid interrupted. Stefan glanced at him before letting go of Caroline, promptly ignoring her begging look, he sent her a smirk and a wink. Asshole, Caroline thought. Klaus offered his hand and Caroline took it begrudgingly. “Don’t pretend to be all miserable sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear. A shiver ran down her back and she glared at him but there was no real hate in her eyes. “Who says I’m pretending?” “I can hear your heart racing, which is a sound that I have grown quite familiar with.” Caroline flushed and looked away. “Is there a specific reason as to why you have been ignoring me all evening?” He questioned as he guided her to the rhythm of the slow song. “You know why,” she replied, voice barely above a whisper but he could hear her perfectly as she laid her head on his shoulder. She breathed in his familiar scent, the tension i her shoulders leaving her completely. “They don’t know.” “Then what a more perfect time to bring them up to date.” Klaus waited for her to reply but Caroline stayed quiet. “Love?” She lifted her head and looked him in the eyes. A single look and Klaus knew exactly what she was thinking. “Oh,” was all he managed to say for a while. It wasn’t often that someone succeeded in hurting his feelings and Caroline achieved it with with a single look. She looked away, not bearing to see the hurt in his eyes. “Are you really still worried about what they think of you? Will you let their opinion of you dictate the rest of your life?” Caroline was shocked. It was rare for Klaus to be angry at her. She couldn’t bring herself to reply. “I can’t be your dirty little secret for the rest of eternity. I’m not some lost puppy you can drag around whenever you feel like it.” “Klaus I-“ she didn’t know what she was supposed to say. She thought he was okay with keeping it a secret. “It’s been two years,” he stepped away from her and by this time their conversation had gained the attention of the rest of the attendees. “Make up your mind.” With that said, Klaus turned around and walked out of the hall. Caroline stood in the middle of the dance floor, acutely aware of the looks she was receiving. What was she meant to do? Klaus was right, would she let her friend’s opinion of her dictate her happiness? Because she was happy, for the first time in her life she was actually happy. She’s immortal, she will live for eternity, she had come to terms with that years ago. But she will be damned if that eternity is not spent with Niklaus Mikaelson by her side. She looked around and avoided direct eye contact with everyone until she met Stefan’s eyes. He gave the tiniest nod of his head and she smiled. She ran after Klaus. She saw him walking in the distance “Klaus!” She yelled. He ignored her and kept walking. Now he’s just being petty, she thought. “Nik!” Klaus hesitated. Nik He stopped walking but didn’t turn around, the word still ringing in his head. She called him Nik  He knew he was a lost cause in that moment. Love makes you weak. That is what he told himself for a thousand years, that is the sole reason he survived, he refused to love those outside of his family. He couldn’t love her. He needed to keep walking away. He heard her stop walking a few feet behind him. “Nik please,” she begged him to listen to her and let her explain.  He couldn’t succumb to his desires. Maybe this was a sign. It wasn’t meant to be. But she was begging him to turn around, to give her a chance and he has always been terrible at denying her. He faced her. “What Caroline.” Good, he thought, play the emotionless monster. Now it was her turn to hesitate. Caroline Not Care. Not love. Not sweetheart. Caroline. He hasn’t called her that in two years. She knew every single person inside able to listen to them was doing so. She didn’t let that stop her though. She knew what she wanted now and nothing, not even his extreme pettiness, was getting in her way.  “You’re right,” she started. Klaus raised an eyebrow, asking her to elaborate. “I was letting everyone but myself dictate my happiness. I worry too much about what people will think, I always have, but I don’t care Nik.” She started walking closer to him. “You are my last. You are my eternity. And I am so sorry it took me so long to realize it. I am not scared of you, I don’t think I ever was. I was scared of what I felt, what I felt for you. For the longest time I thought my feelings were not valid, that they were wrong. But they aren’t wrong. I have never felt anything more right than this.” She placed her hands on his cheeks forcing him to look directly at her as she said her next words. “Niklaus Mikaelson I am in love with you.” Klaus felt as if the air had been knocked out of him. They both heard the distant gasps of those in attendance at the wedding but Caroline ignored them. Screw them, she thought. “Say it again.” Klaus’s words came out soft. “What?” “Say it again,” he repeated himself. “I love you.” Caroline smiled at him. Klaus is sure that if he were more in touch with his emotions he would cry tears of joy. He didn’t hesitate to grab her by the waist and crash his lips against hers. He pulled away first leaning his forehead against hers. “Caroline.” He used her given name again but this time was different. He didn’t say it with disdain in a moment of anger. He said it like a prayer, it was a promise. “God I love you.” She let out a small laugh, the biggest smiles taking over both of their faces. They both looked up and met the surprised eyes of their peers. Klaus sent them a wink, picked Caroline up and sped off. He didn’t care if love made him weak because if he is allowed to love Caroline for the rest of his life, then he was okay with being the weakest man alive.

#the only valid ship in my opinion #klaroline #klaroline drabbles #klaus mikaelson #klaus x caroline #caroline forbes #klaus mikaleson imagine #the originals #the vampire diaries #caroline forbes fic #delena i guess #delena wedding

[bonnie-barstow-of-flag]

The Not So Lonesome Knight Ch#19

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Bonnie suddenly knows where she’d seen him! The faint and rather abrupt cast of light etching across his countenance gave it away! The brunette stiffens with realization, breath jarring in the confines of her tightening throat. If she hadn’t been trembling ferociously before, she was now.

Her lips fall ajar. Horror sweeps like a raging white-water current through otherwise temperate orbs when she turns to face Michael. “You’re... you’re not going to believe this,” she murmurs against the shell of his nearest ear. Hell, she could hardly accept the new information herself!

Whatever she’s about to impart, it is casting a painful pallor across her countenance. The sight of which roils uneasily in the pit of his stomach. It has to be bad. Otherwise, Bonnie wouldn’t be a ghastly shade of schoolboard chalk.

Instinctively, Michael braces. His own muscles grow taut with pent up tension. He’s now her attentive audience. Knight’s fingers tighten around her smaller hand as if by doing so he could protect Bonnie from the words she is about to speak. Tentative he eyes her with the last remaining slivers of light still bleeding this deep into the concealed bed of the Uhaul.

“I... I think...” She swallows harshly. “I think it’s an inside job.” Bonnie whispers, bidding the wave of nausea to dissipate from her churning stomach. The brunette can’t be certain, but she doesn’t trust the framework constructed by the knowledge she presently possesses.

Azure orbs flash open wide. He sucks in a tattered breath, straightening his back against the harsh wooden wall of the moving-truck. His once stationary gaze swivels about aimlessly before returning to her.

It takes him several minutes to process what she was insinuating. He swallowed down the growing sensation of dread. Quietly he relinquishes the breath he’d been holding through his teeth. Too many horrible doors open with this frightful new prospect and yet, things gradually started slotting into sensible place.

Calmly, Michael draws Barstow back towards his chest. “Bons, are you sure?” He presses, his tone edging just a hair louder than a conspiratorial whisper. It’s not that he doubts her. He doesn’t for a single second. It’s more a need for an explanation than anything.

“No.” Her voice wavers heavily with hesitation. She hates making false accusations towards anyone without solid proof. “But ... that man...” Her turquoise orbs trail in the direction of Calderone’s head goon.

Begrudgingly, Knight’s own eyes flicker in the direction she indicates. “Yeah? What ‘bout ‘im?” He certainly wasn’t placing the man or the face. Nor would he be able to fully conjure up the connection with the waning light rapidly being swallowed by the darkness of the trailer door.

Swallowing thickly, Bonnie confides. “I could swear that he’s Santiago Escobar. He is one of the Foundation’s security guards that we left with Grace Stevens. In fact, he’s the head of her protection detail.” If he’s here, who is protecting Kent’s wife? Was she in more danger than ever before? Had she been kidnapped too? Or had they gotten what they were after?

Guilt stains into her cheeks as she encounters another miserable thought. “And I left our motel address and room number with the her, and the team members we left there in case of an emergency.”

Michael grimaces at the revelations. The words striking him with nearly the same amount of violence as a sledge hammer. He’s suddenly floundering in new seas and grasping for the life-preserving ring of truth. Every time he grapples for it, it’s been getting yanked out of reach. Now, was no exception.

“I’m sorry. I never thought...” The brunette starts.

Knight interjects with a click of his tongue. “It’s not your fault. How could ya have known? No one could have.” In their present predicament there is little he can do with the latest intelligence. Had he gotten his hands on it sooner, he would have gone tearing to Mrs. Steven’s house via Super Pursuit Mode. They could have had Escobar and his coconspirators in police custody at this very moment. However, they hadn’t been aware there was an issue. Not until a few moments ago. He slumps downwards on the bench beside her. His broad shoulders finding a fresh weight cast upon them.

The Foundation always diligently vetted their staff. Every single employee had to pass several intensive layers of backgrounds searches and obtain high level clearances. How was it that another bad apple or series of bad apples slipped through the cracks?! Who on the hiring committee was allowing this to happen? It wasn’t Devon Miles. On that ground Michael would stake his very life. If it wasn’t Devon than who? Brooding, he allows his stormy mind to reexamine his last interactions with the board. Was this just a coincidence? Or was it as Bonnie feared? It’s a series of unanswerable questions that were definitely bound to keep him up all night for several nights.

“What are we going to do?” Bonnie questions. Anxiety finds itself sheltered in every syllable expressed. It’s not exactly like they had the power to fend off eleven guards, armed to the teeth, all by themselves.

#The Not So Lonesome Knight #The Not So Lonesome Knight part 19 #my fan fic

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I saw your post about what the animatronic performances that animatronics rented from CBEAR do, and was wondering if you could do something like that but for AR?

Ooooo! Yes! This’ll be a long & frequently updated list as more animatronics/animatronic skins are added to the game, but here we go!

Freddy

As the most basic animatronic, he’s in high demand.

His primary function is playing the music box--which has numerous tunes that can be played.

Usually he’s recommended for people with restless children to help soothe them to sleep.

Bonnie

Entertains with music facts.

He's also well-equipped to deal with energetic/hyper individuals.

Did have his guitar at some point, but it was removed after complaints of Bonnies destroying stuff in people's homes.

Misses it, but will be happy if you gave him your guitar.

He'll treat it with care and automatically knows how to play it.

Chica

Encourages healthy eating.

Though she is programmed with the recipe for FFP's signature cheese pizza (which is in the shape of her head) and pink cupcakes.

Carl can come off the plate and be held (though anytime that happens, she's always nearby).

Foxy

Not very popular among users due to his difficulty capturing, mocking disposition, and his overall dangerous appearance.

There's some good to him, though.

He enjoys singing sea shanties and telling tales of mermaids, treasure, the kraken, etc.

You might wanna put a rubber cap on the tip of his hook so he doesn't accidentally scrape anyone or anything.

Balloon Boy

A balloon vendor, of course.

Not really much to him besides leaving balloons around the house.

They're all striped like the one he holds, but can be various colors.

A storage tank in his body is where he gets them from

Circus Baby

Has all her original functions (singing, dancing, inflating balloons, ice cream dispensing, etc).

Finally can live her dream as an entertainer again without having to wait till be rented or being stuck on a lonely stage.

Most of Elizabeth's spirit has gone to rest, so she's not a danger to her owner(s) after being shocked whatsoever.

Springtrap

Was originally programmed to just sing, but obviously...he is far from willing to or even capable of doing that.

He IS, however, willing to kill and kill again.

Being shocked does allow Springbonnie to be back in control. And no effort on William's part can override that.

So he begrudgingly goes out to salvage, though he does find joy in scaring other people.

That's the only way to really keep his spirit satisfied.

Endo-01

The standard animatronic that is used for plush suits.

On its own, though, it doesn’t really do much besides explore its owner’s house. Just to get a feel of its surroundings.

It’ll only readily perform salvaging/attacking duties afterwards.

Toy Freddy

Like Freddy, he takes song requests on his music box.

He's pretty much the same fun and goofy bear-- always cracking lighthearted jokes to get his owner(s)  to smile.

Very protective, though. So don't cross him or his owner(s). He won't play nice.

Toy Chica

Educates on healthy eating like Chica does, though she gets tired of going over the same programmed lines all the time.

She's more interested in keeping up her shiny and pristine looks if anything.

Reluctant to go out to salvage/attack, and freaks out if she returns broken.

Acts cold and sassy, but really she's just afraid to be abandoned.

Toy Bonnie

Takes song requests, usually rock or country.

His owner(s) can order his red guitar or banjo separately.

He’s more suitable for energetic/talkative individuals.

Craves constant validation.

Mangle

They're basically a take-apart-&-put-back-together attraction.

Though now they have more free will and actually CHOOSE to play with their owner(s).

Like in their encounter they'll scatter their parts and have you find them.

They can be mischievous and hide them in obscure places (fridge, under the bed, behind that one area of the dresser that you can't quite reach)

RXQ

A spirit that haunts phones after too much shadow remnant is collected.

He actually uses those to protect the light remnants--children's souls that are just wandering on their own.

Hates the idea of the FFS making ppl use them to power up their animatronics.

That's why he steals the most of it back if he isn't repelled

Frostbear

Made to keep people company during the holiday season.

Can make an ice-skating rink with his coolant spray if you wanted that in your house.

But for the most part he just likes to hum songs and play Christmas tunes programmed in his music box.

More info about him here!

Shamrock Freddy

Like Frostbear, he keeps his owners company with St. Patrick’s Day festivities and trivia.

More info about him here!

Choco-Bon & Easter Bonnie

Both of them were mascots of the Candy & Sweets Shop.

They have vast knowledge of Easter and encourage their owner(s) to partake in the traditions of egg hunting/painting.

If you had them both, sometimes they’ll argue over placement of the eggs and just have a sibling rivalry of some sort.

But for the most part, they get along well.

Arcade Toys

Video game-themed variants of the Toys (sans Baby) that act the same as their counterparts.

They do have their own personalities (VRTF, SETB, HSTC, & 8BB)

They aren't fully corporeal, and so they glitch on their own and can glitch around the house.

All have vast knowledge of gaming, especially arcade games.

#clanask #anonymous #fnaf #fnaf ar #fnaf ar special delivery #freddy fazbear #fnaf bonnie #fnaf chica #fnaf foxy #balloon boy #circus baby #springtrap #toy freddy #toy bonnie #toy chica #fnaf mangle #shamrock freddy #freddy frostbear #chocolate bonnie #easter bonnie #shadow bonnie #arcade animatronics #endo 01 #headcanons

[whtaft]

Weekend Chores

bisexualcapps on twitter prompted me: weekend chores.

— —

“Come over,” Steve says.

Bucky glances at the clock; 6pm on a Saturday night. If it were any other person saying these words to him at 6pm on a Saturday night, he’d assume that they were calling him up for a booty call, but since it’s Steve…

“What didn’t you get done?”

There’s a long pause.

“Steve, what did you not get done?” Bucky asks again, voice firmer.

“Everything,” Steve mutters. Bucky thinks he can hear Steve kicking a wall on the other end of the line.

Bucky has a date, theoretically. There’s a party he can go to if he wants to, also theoretically.

Is he going to ditch them both to do Steve Rogers’ weekend chores for him again?

“I’ll be over in fifteen.”

— —

“Your mom should really pay me your allowance,” Bucky says, watching Steve dance around the kitchen with the broom Bucky just used to sweep it. They’re listening to some old jazzy music, whatever Pandora channel Steve’s mom had it on.

Steve’s wearing a pair of grey sweatpants that may be Bucky’s, leftover from some sleepover or another. They sit low on his hips and pool around his bare feet.

“If she paid you my allowance then I wouldn’t get any allowance,” Steve says, dipping the broom like a dance partner.

“You’re doing that wrong,” Bucky says.

Steve looks over, sharp. He’ll have Bucky come over and clean the Rogers’ whole apartment, but God forbid you criticize anything he does. It makes Bucky grin.

He stands up. He’s kind of dirty still, but he takes the broom from a frowning Steve’s hands, and Steve into his own.

“Like you’re so much of a dancer,” Steve says, and then he frowns, realizing that yes, Bucky has been on the high school ball room dancing team for the past three-and-a-half years and has the medals to show it. “Whatever.”

“I mean, if you want to keep doing it wrong with the broom, go ahead.”

“No, I wanna get it right,” Steve mutters, face turned away as Bucky takes him into his arms.

The song moves to something slower; Bucky starts swaying around with Steve, doing a few easy steps that even Steve can do without tripping over his too-long sweats.

“Thought you were taking Bonnie Lipton to the party at Frank Wheeler’s tonight,” Steve says, kind of muttering disdainfully in that way of his.

“Got a better offer.” Bucky twirls a red-faced, grumbling Steve around.

“Yeah, ‘cus this is so much better,” Steve says, glowering.

“It is.” Steve looks up at him and Bucky smiles. “It really is.”

“Weren’t you gonna teach me how to dip?”

Bucky laughs. “Sure, you ready?”

“I’ve been ready,” Steve says.

When the music swells in just the right way, Bucky dips Steve downwards, pausing for just a moment to smile at Steve, who—

Reaches up and kisses him.

Bucky drops Steve on the floor.

“What the fuck?” Steve asks.

“At least I just cleaned them?” Bucky says, offering Steve a hand up. Begrudgingly, Steve does so.

“Well?” Steve asks when he’s standing up, hands on his hips like the grumpy little asshole he is.

“I still think you should give me your allowance.” Steve rolls his eyes, making like he’s going to walk away, so Bucky reaches out and pulls him back. “But may be the better option,” he says, pulling Steve back in for another kiss.

#Captain America #Stucky #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #SteveBucky #Fic Nonsense #Words

[countingwithturkeys]

Blurb: Peacemaker

A long time ago I wrote a blurb about Marceline finally passing and joining Bonnie in dead world. Consider this the prequel to that. Though my blurbs typically don’t come with content warnings, this one has two: Death and feels. I promise the next blurb will be fluffy.

Mom was never the same after mama died.

When I was young I was fascinated by mama’s ability to catch mom in a lie. Mom was a fantastic liar, something she said always served her well at work. She could lie to her demons and she could lie to fellow cosmic entities. She could deceive her father, Death, even herself. She even saw fit to teach me everything she knew, believing that the ability to fool someone was an essential survival skill. She was a master at it, a true artist. But she could never fool mama. She would try, of course, usually with a lop-sided grin that hid her actions but not her intent, but mama saw through her every single time. “It’s her eyes,” mama told me one day. “Your mother can change any part of her she wishes, but her eyes will give her away every time.”

I had laughed when she told me this with a self-satisfied smirk, and it really was funny to think about. The ruler of the Nightosphere, evil incarnate itself, no match for a queen made of gum? Mama had tried to teach me what she knew, because just as mom believed lying was a vital skill mama believed detecting deception was just as important. “For when you become queen one day,” she had said, and I would just roll my eyes because both of my parents are immortal and had lived for well over a century. Still, there was wisdom in mama’s coaching, and I had tried my hardest to see through mom’s tricks and schemes. I never succeeded.

Not until mama died.

“I’m fine, Penny. No worries.”

That had been the first time I had caught mom in a lie, and it made my blood run cold. She had given me the same reassuring smile she had always given me when I asked how she was doing at mama’s funeral, but I could see the pain in her eyes. Something, some light I didn’t even know was supposed to be there was missing. Instead something new had taken its place, something that made me grossly uncomfortable, that made me clench Raak’s hand even as mom fixed them with a level stare, begrudgingly accepting them as my mate out of respect for our soulbond and the desire to see me happy, and nothing more. Even then her heart hadn’t been in it, I could tell. There was no fire. Literally or metaphorically.

“Head back, okay? I’ll catch up.”

Except mom never set foot in the castle again after that day. Jan had tried to joke that mom was finally obeying stereotypical vampire rules, that maybe I should try explicitly inviting her back into the palace that had been her home for hundreds of years. Instead she had decapitated him with her axe. Her heart wasn’t in that either. Raak thought it was funny, but they were too smart to say so.

Instead she threw herself into her work, leaving the Nightosphere only when the situation - either literally or socially - called for it. Of course, she was always there when I wanted or needed her. She was right there for my wedding, because despite mama’s best attempts Ooo never did recognize a soulbond as a legal establishment and more’s the pity, even if Raak was clearly and adorably taken with the whole event. She was there for the births of both of my children, lending no small effort to helping to raise them and teach them what it meant to be part demon, what it meant to live as such on the surface world. She still kept a watchful eye on the descendants of her friends long passed.

But there was no more music after mama died. When she decapitated Jan it didn’t escape my notice that her axe lacked all of the necessary accouterments for it to play music. The concert hall, that extension of the Citadel she had painstakingly built from materials imported from Ooo itself was sealed shut, with no demon daring to mention its existence even in hushed whispers. It was only be executive order - my executive order to be precise - that her records and albums were preserved as Candy Kingdom national treasures. It was the only way I could be sure that my children would know their grandmother had the most hauntingly beautiful voice.

Mom was there, but she wasn’t. She supported me, loved me, guided me. She was every much the same mom she had always been, so long as you didn’t look too closely. Unfortunately for her, I took after mama just a little too much; I appreciated the effort mom put in to make sure I understood and could make music, but I was a scientist at heart. Of course, I studied the science of sound, but musicology was an important field of study with any number of practical applications.

“Your mama would be proud,” mom had said with a beaming, watery smile.

She denied it vehemently, but I knew how much of her she saw in me. I knew how much it hurt her. So I never faulted her reticence, or the way she retreated into herself. She was just as loving and somehow even more frustratingly protective as she had always been when I was a child, but the wisdom only age can grant allowed me to see her as the person she was, flawed and in pain. I pretended not to notice the steel locket she wore tucked under the shield of her suit. I forbade my gardeners from touching mama’s rose garden, leaving it under mom’s devoted care. I told my children stories of my parents so that mom’s voice wouldn’t crack when she tried to tell them instead. Above all, I pretended not to see the pain in her eyes when she looked at me, hidden beneath her love and pride.

I couldn’t imagine the agony of feeling a soulbond severed. My mothers had in essence grown up together in the way only immortals could. Their relationship spanned almost seven hundred years before I was conceived, had lasted over a century by the time that bond had been broken. I took comfort in knowing that at least mama wasn’t suffering; although mom was arrogant - they both were, really, at least that wasn’t a trait I inherited - she was every bit a schemer as mama, just in her own weird way. Before I was even born she had somehow persuaded Death to let mama into Dead World at the highest tier should she ever die, though she was reluctant to share how she had pulled that one off. Not even mama knew, and somehow her frown at being robbed of the knowledge had only ever made mom laugh harder.

I missed the sound of mom’s laughter. That died, too, along with her music.

The best we would ever get were soft chortles, though she did give me a sincere smile the first time my daughter produced fire. She took after my mom in a way I never did and found the Nightosphere fascinating. Somehow she had managed to wear down mom’s resistance and was even allowed to shadow her at work, though it only made her love the job even more. Not that it would ever be her’s, mom would emphasize. Repeatedly. Usually while tapping her amulet with her claw to remind everyone that she was, regrettably, Deathless.

As cliche as it was it had hit me in the middle of the night - poor Raak, I almost gave them a heart attack - that mom would never see mama again. Being exempted from Death’s scythe meant that their souls would never be reunited, and suddenly mom’s morose attitude made perfect sense. She would live eternity in agony, because that amulet she was so proud of was a curse that could only be passed through blood. I was already queen of the Candy Kingdom, and though I knew my daughter would leap at the opportunity to take her grandmother’s place, mom was always adamant that this duty ended with her. And she was endless.

But I was nothing if not my mama’s daughter, and while mom was willing to be resigned to her fate mama had taught me that all problems have solutions, so long as you knew what question to ask. Trusting Raak to distract mom long enough to not notice her precious pickle jar being pilfered from her room, and with a silent promise to both them and Jan that I would make their grievous injuries up to them, I had met with the one being I thought could persuade Death to change his mind.

“Please,” I had implored Life. “I know mom has a contract with Death, but there has to be a different way. I love my mother, and mama died saving me.” Whereas her husband was cold and heartless Life had always been warm and compassionate, and though she could give me no details she assured me that mom herself was what prevented their reunion, that another contract superseded the agreement she and Death had with one another. Life had never lied to me before. This was where mama and I differed as rulers, I had realized: she had trusted no one, save for her mate. I would not make that mistake.

After returning home I bided my time. Nothing important had ever been done in haste. Mama had taught me that. I summoned my daughter and son to me for a secret, yet essential, conversation. He had cried, as I knew he would, but she had understood. Actually, she had grinned that same grin mom had when she finally wore mama’s resistance down. But that would be a headache for a different evening. Although mom liked to only return to Ooo when specifically requested, or to tend to mama’s garden in secret, there was one night I could always count on her making an appearance.

Just as it had ended, it began with a meteor shower.

It was surreal, seeing mom at mama’s grave. I knew she went there every year, leaving the most beautiful of roses for her and apprising her of the previous year’s events. That meteor shower was important to her, important to them both. Their first date was under that shower, they had been married under that shower. Cruelly, mama had been killed the night of that shower, and one year later exactly she had been buried under its glistening light, as was tradition.

Although I normally wouldn’t attempt to hide the sounds of my approach - mom’s hearing was too precise for that to ever work, I had learned that the hard way as a child - I attempted anyway, out of respect for her privacy. It was odd, seeing her out of her suit, in torn jeans and some t-shirt. I could hear the spectre of my mama’s voice calling her outfit distasteful. It made me smile, even if it didn’t make me deaf to the one-sided conversation.

“-so proud of her, Bon. Penny’s got this whole queen thing down. Made some pretty righteous changes you probs wouldn’t approve of, but you know? She actually made a legit treaty with the Fire Kingdom. Like, without using the Nightosphere as a liaison. It was amaze-balls. The Kingdom’s in mondo-awesome hands.” Even as her chuckle was forced I couldn’t help my blush of pride at my mom’s words. She wasn’t one to pay false compliments or criticisms; she said and did exactly as she meant and wanted to. Refreshing, really, given the pressures of ruling.

“I miss you, Bon.” Her voice cracked, and my smile dropped. “It’s…” I heard her sigh and dared to peek from my hiding place behind the gateway that marked the grounds. Whereas before she had been floating she now sat - actually sat - with her arms wrapped around her knees. Something was clasped in her hand, something small and square, but in the dark I couldn’t see what. I never inherited her night vision. “I know Death held up his end of our deal, so you’re pretty up there in Dead World, huh? Gotta be with Finn and Jake and Phoebe and Simon everyone else, right? How are they doing?” Her voice began to shake and I looked away, knowing I was intruding on something deeply personal. “It’s just… so hard without you, Bon. I know you’re probs doing your science junk to your heart’s content… but we had science down here, you know?” And then I heard it. A sound I had never heard before in centuries of life, something that made my heart drop and my skin crawl.

Through a soft, almost imperceptible declaration of her love, my mother was crying.

It was hard to imagine my mother doing such a thing. I knew she was more emotional than my mama - and I had the stories from Uncle Finn and Uncle Jake in my youth to prove it - I had always thought those emotions to be limited to the spectrum of rage. It was hard to see Lady Evil as someone who could or would express such sorrow, and harder still to think of the woman who gave me life, who raised me, protected me, nurtured me, and protected me as having those kinds of feelings, but there they were. And it solidified my decision.

Though it was telling that mom hadn’t heard my approach already I made just enough noise to reveal my position, giving her the chance to conceal her despair. It was the respectful thing to do. It was the kind thing to do.

I heard her snarl, but once she saw who was encroaching on her personal time with my mother’s headstone her demeanor changed. She was floating again, the square object clutched in her hand. The smile she greeted me with was arrogant and knowing, though it was obvious to me that she was counting on the cover of night to hide the signs that this was a bluff. “What are you doing out so late, mein Schatzi?”

I may have not been able to decipher my mom’s expression, but I knew she could see me as clearly as ever. There was no sense stopping my eyeroll. “I thought I would find you out here, mom.” I thought I heard a forced snicker before she seemed to turn back to the grave. I lowered my voice respectfully, both for my mama’s resting place and for the heavy atmosphere. “I wanted to see how you were.”

“Just catching your mama up.” There was a tightness in her voice. And then it was gone. “So what, you got bored? Or is this your way of admitting I was right and that-”

A sigh of irritation escaped me. I didn’t try too hard to stop it. “Mom, for the last time. I’m very happy with Raak. We have two beautiful children, a soulbond, and they never stop striving to make me happy.”

“Now, Penelope-”

“Grandfather wasn’t thrilled with your soul’s choice in a mate, and now you aren’t thrilled with mine. Doesn’t that tell you something?”

She was quiet, and for a moment I believed she might actually reflect on her behavior. My mistake. The same one, coincidentally, I knew mama made just as often. “Seems like it’s a family tradition at this point! Can’t mess with that!”

I closed my eyes, rubbing my left temple. The headache would have to wait until after this conversation. “Mom, I didn’t come out here to talk about Raak or the children. I came out here to talk about mama.”

I didn’t need night vision to see her wince. Even if she hid her tears she always wore her heart on her sleeve. “What did you want to talk about?,” she asked, more tension than I’m sure she meant sneaking into her voice.

It was now or never, quite literally. “Mom… I know you miss her.”

I expected her to deny it, or to at least discourage my inquiry. I didn’t expect the sigh of resignation, or the small white flame to ignite in her palm. “Come here, Penny. There’s something I want to show you.” With a skeptical, raised eyebrow I did as requested, joining my mom and politely pretending that the fire didn’t illuminate the fact she had recently been crying. Mama had taught me the importance of tact. Instead I focused on the rectangular object in her hand.

It was a picture frame of all things. Though the picture it held was old and a bit grainy it was in remarkably good condition, probably from having been kept in the Nightosphere and thus shielded from the effects of time. “Mom… is that…?”

It was my mothers, impossibly younger, laughing and cuddling together against a meteor shower backdrop. Mama was squirming a bit, making her left arm a bit blurry, and mom was off-center, clearly trying to level the camera with her telekinesis. As she followed my gaze mom’s smile was fond. Sad. She watched me, not her picture. “That was the first picture we took together, on our first date.”

“The one you two didn’t even know was a date?”

Her laugh was refreshingly free of grief. “Yeah. Your mama was the one who dragged me out there. I wanted to work on my jams, she wanted to prove to me science isn’t lame.”

“Science isn’t lame, mom.”

Her groan was, of all things, affectionate. “You sound just like your mama.”

“One of us has to,” I grumbled.

“Probably, yeah.” She kissed the top of my head. “I’ve kept this picture safe ever since that day. I know we have tons more, and some fancy portraits I still keep finding, but… this one’s special.”

I gazed intently into that picture, at the images of my mothers from before my time, from before there was even a Candy Kingdom. Back when they shared a little cabin by Butterscotch Lake and were still new to trusting anyone, including themselves. I knew how their story began. And I knew how it was going to end, even if mom didn’t yet. “...I miss her,” I whispered.

“I miss her too, Penny. Every day.”

I rubbed the back of my neck, a nervous gesture I knew I inherited from mom. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

Even in the dim light of her fire I saw my mother’s suspicious eyebrow. “What did you do and whose soul do I get to suck out?”

“No. No, mom. No soul sucking.”

“Spoilsport.”

“I think you should be with mama.”

Mom could hide a lot of things, but not her grimace. “Penny, we’ve been over this. My place is here. Well, technically it’s in the Nightosphere, but my lair my rules, and right now-”

“Mom,” I interrupted. Rude, I know, but necessary. “I know. You’re the force that stabilizes the Nightosphere, but we both know how enamored Judith is with your job. She would take it over in a heartbeat if allowed.”

“Yeah, and I’m not allowing it.”

“But mom-”

“No, Penelope Abadeer.” she growled out. I wasn’t used to her voice being this firm. Traditionally mama was the firm one, but the topic of the Nightosphere and her role in its existence was a sore one, so I didn’t blame her. “This is a curse. Not one I would inflict on my daughter or my grand daughter. I made my decision-”

“You made your decision back when you thought mama was gonna be with you forever.” Even in the dim light I could see her eyes narrow. “I’m sorry, mom, but we both know it’s true. You never would have agreed if you ever really thought-”

“That was my mistake. End of discussion.” She turned to leave, the flame still ignited in a subtle cue that I was meant to leave with her.

“I talked to Life.” That stopped her, though she didn’t turn back. “And Prismo. In the Time Room.”

Now she turned back. “Are you nuts?! I know my parenting style was always a little lax, but I’m pretty sure your mama would wig out if she heard that!”

I gave her a poignant smile. “No, mom, you’re wigging out. Mama did whatever she had to to solve a problem.” And I’m not my mama, but this would have been a bad time to start poking old wounds. “I know you love me, mom, and I know you love Judith and Uther. You’ve spent your entire life protecting us and Ooo and the memories of everyone you’ve lost, but… they’re just that. Memories. You don’t have to keep doing it.”

“This is my place.” It wasn’t exactly cold, but it was a warning.

“Mom, I love you. You’ve always been there for me. You’re the best mom I could ask for. But I know you miss mama. I have a soulbond too, mom, and I can’t imagine what it would be like to lose Raak. I only know it would be agony beyond compare.”

“I am contractually obligated-”

“Mom, please. I know you take your legal biz and junk really seriously, but I talked to Life. She said there’s another contract that takes precedence over the one you have with Death. I know you don’t trust him, but Life has only ever been kind. She made sure mama’s soul got to Dead World safely, remember?”

Of course mom would remember. Life almost had to pry her soul out of mom’s claws, could hear the silent screams of a shattered soulbond the rest of the universe was deaf to. But she had escorted mama to the highest tier of Dead World herself, granting her safe and smooth passage. Death may have been bitter that mom was proficient in tricking him out of what was rightfully his, but Life held nothing in her heart but love.

I expected mom to ask about the secondary contract, to press me for details I would have loved to give but didn’t know myself. Perhaps she sensed a non-disclosure agreement, or perhaps, deep down, she really just wanted an excuse to try. Regardless- “...One year.”

“Mom?”

She sighed, the warm tone returning to her voice. It never could stay away for long. Not when it came to me. “Give me one year to think about it.”

I smiled and ran over, hugging her tightly. She returned the embrace. It was the best I was going to get out of her right now. Besides, what was a year to an immortal. “Thank you.”

As it would turn out, the decision would not take a full year. Perhaps mom had requested an audience with Life herself, or perhaps she was just willing to accept True Death after hundreds of years of endless Unlife. Regardless, to grand ceremony and press release she had turned over the chaos amulet to my daughter who, despite having been thoroughly exposed to the worst the Nightosphere - and the job itself - had to offer thrived in a way that would make my grandfather proud. Though she and her brother would mourn her loss they, too, were adults and understood that she had existed and done her job, had even saved Ooo itself more than a handful of times, and now the time had come to reap her reward and go home.

Letting go was always difficult for mom. For a woman who often professed that everything changed and that control was an illusion she tried awfully hard to hold on to the past. I was proud of her. Too proud to send her off alone. It was for that reason I ignored her wishes to spend her last night on Ooo alone at mama’s grave. Instead we sat together under the meteor shower, just the three of us, though one of us was silent while she and I exchanged our farewells and promises to be together again one day, when Death’s scythe would inevitably come for me. Though I had inherited mama’s effective immortality I never shared her wish to use it. She never understood that. Mom did.

Speaking of which.

“Mom?”

“Yes, mein Schatzi?”

I hummed, looking up at the night sky. I had grown accustomed to seeing mom without a suit, had gotten used to carrying the weight of her axe strapped to my back. But there was one thing I hadn’t gotten used to, and never would. “Before you go home to mama… will you sing for me? Like when I was a little girl?”

Mom smiled, a real one this time. “Come here, Penny.”

Perhaps it was silly. I was hundreds of years old myself and queen of the most powerful kingdom in the world besides, but I would never say no to a lullaby from my mom. Just as I did when I was a little girl I slid into her arms, letting my head rest against her shoulder as my eyes closed. As she stroked my hair she sang, soft and gentle, filling my mind with idyllic scenery and finding that which was once lost. She sang of gardens and home, of the promise that everything stayed even if it changed. Though I didn’t mean to, I cried into her shoulder, not hard but softly and effortlessly.

I pulled away when her song was finished, kissing her cheek. I was ready. “Thanks, mom.” Her smile was knowing, more like the one I knew than the strained one that had taken its place since mama’s death. It said what we were both thinking: We both needed that. “Take care of mama until I join you both, okay?”

“There’s still time to ask me not to, you know.”

I nodded. “I do know. Please do it anyway. I know how much you love me and the children, but I think if you leave mama alone for too long up there she’ll disassemble Dead World, and then we’ll have something worse than the Night released on Ooo.”

She snickered. “Natch. Your mama’s nuts. You should watch out for that, pretty sure it’s hereditary.”

“You’re both nuts. Fortunately, the two cancel one another out.” With one last hug I stood, leaving her beside mama’s resting place. “Safe journeys, mom. I’ll see you soon. I love you.”

I felt the telekinetic force of her hug. “I love you too, Penny. If you need me I’m pretty sure you can convince Life to let me visit.”

“I’m sure I could. With that said, you and mama prepared me adequately. We’ll be fine. Go home, mom. Sheesh.”

Now it was her turn to roll her eyes at me. “Fine, fine. Get out of here. I promised your mama I’d never stake myself, but the sun’ll be up soon.”

There was nothing more to be said, and I wouldn’t want her final moments to be worrying about mentally scarring me with her True Death. “Alright, mom. Just one more thing.”

Before she died mama had taught me the secret of how she was able to get a picture with mom if vampires couldn’t be reflected in mirrors, and when I produced her small mirrorless camera she knew exactly what I wanted. Just as she always did, she obliged me.

When mom passed she did so at mama’s side, and at peace.

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