#a; feardrummed

[slaughterlocked]

WHEN HE TAPS THE JOYSTICK, THE SCREEN LIGHTS UP, THE NAME AND A GRAPHIC OF A LITTLE RABBIT APPEARING IN A BLINKING PURPLE FONT. Despite her disinterest, William perks up at the sight, heart tight and heavy in his chest at the sight. This is the beginning of his solution. His fix to everything that has plagued their family since Evan. With Ollie, here, now, he can move on to Michael and Elizabeth, move on to remnant exploration, move on to saving Evan. Putting the family back together again. At least that’s what he tells himself. William tactfully ignores Ollie’s quip about the cabinet and restaurant – both fair, considering they’re collecting dust and they’ve been on the verge of relocating for five years – but can’t quite hide his indignation at the insult of the name of his beloved game.

“Well, the title is sensible,” he tells her, more than a little put out by her comments, “it doesn’t need to be anything special. It tells you exactly what to do. You play as a rabbit character, and your quest…”

Eyes flickering back to the blinking screen, he tugs the joystick downwards, and the words on the screen change as the rabbit appears at the bottom of the screen, surrounded by a vast cityscape. There are slow-moving cars and one hovering “evil” character at the top right next to the exit. The text now reads: MAKE SURE BUNNIE GETS HOME SAFE!

“...is to get her through the city and back to her burrow.” Pleased with his design, William nods enthusiastically, stepping back and relinquishing the controls to her. “Bunnie is actually an original Bonnie before we changed his name. And made him male. I briefly had a pet rabbit when I was a boy. I suppose I’ve always been biased towards them.” His nickname for her. Bunny. He’s never exactly been subtle. William gestures towards the game. “The controls are simple enough. Joystick moves Bunnie, and the level restarts if you bump into an enemy or car. All make sense?”

@feardrummed / continued.

#(( been thinking about this and HAD to write something ebfore class. i couldnt not )) #( a vicinity one should always flee: threads. ) #( the art of jabbing knives is hereditary: william & ollie. ) #( verse: rabbitquest / with feardrummed. ) #tw manipulation #tw dysfunctional family #( ask to tag. ) #a; feardrummed

[runelocked]

“ I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING, ” he tells her, and his words are falling over each other in his angry determination to make her understand, “ I sacrificed everything for you. You and Michael, HAH ! ” At the mention of his eldest son’s name, William’s features twist, coiled and tight. Even that reaction, visceral and vicious as it is, is more emotion than he’s given Ollie in quite some time. Except tonight. Tonight, he’s not quite himself. “ The two of you, you never cared. I have the two of you the world and you threw it back in my face. And— And I’ll tell you another thing, too!”

He feels like shit. Physically and mentally. Hardly fully upright while he jabs an aggressive finger at her, chest heaving in an attempt to calm his breaths. Letting her work him up had never been the plan, but neither had any of this. And he’s mortified, too, by the shame inside him that’s rapidly rising: not only the shame of behaving like this in front of her, that egotistical shame, but the shame that comes with remembering past mistakes. In this case, most of his daughter’s childhood and teenage years. He’s not entirely oblivious, after all. The past, however, is not something he wants to think about. Not when it comes to his faults. A sneer painted on his lips, he says, as candid as he can, movement unsteady and swaying:

“ No wonder I couldn’t fuckin’ stand to be at home. Being reminded constantly of what a disappointment you turned out to be— God, I feel sick.”

CONTINUED. / @feardrummed

#(( why is it that THIS thread makes me hate him so much more than other threads where he’s literally killing People 💀 )) #(ii) man behind the slaughter — roleplay thread. #(oxo) family burdened: william & ollie. #a; feardrummed #(ui) original: lyssa. #tw alcohol #tw aggression #tw dysfunctional family #tw toxic parents #tw emotional abuse #(( let me know if this is too much 😭 i felt like such an asshole writing that last part SHSKHD )) #( ask to tag. ) #(u) i always come back: queue.

[bravevolunteer]

@feardrummed asked: ❝ hey, stop that! ❞ (feardrummed evan protection hours probably) // prompts for muses who are little shits

"C'MON OLLIE, it's nothing-" Michael insists, rolling his eyes just as he does when anyone insists on ruining what he figures shouldn't be anything more than a little bit of fun. And it was mostly harmless, at least when the extent of it was Michael snatching the Foxy mask to pull a few small scare. Jumping out from behind the TV or his brother's closet, Evan never reacted well, but it was hardly anything beyond a normal experience between siblings ( hell, he and Ollie messed with each other all the time ). But when regular scares turn into blocking the door behind Evan in the restaurants Michael knows he's terrified of, insisting it's only meant to be a joke doesn't work as well on the rest of his family anymore.

"It's HARMLESS in here, an old costume's not ACTUALLY gonna hurt him, he's gotta toughen up one of these days." Buried deep beneath all the built-up anger that fuels him now, there's a tinge of guilt as Michael remembered what happened to Ollie years ago— how much he hated those older kids who shoved her underwater, who almost hurt his sister. But... that's not what he's doing, because drowning is real and killer robots AREN'T. Because one of these days dad isn't going to coddle his little brother anymore and get sick of his crying for attention and toss him aside. Michael understands how these things work, Evan will find out sooner or later. "Lighten up a little, what's joking around with him gonna do? He's gotta get over this somehow."

#⁂ ･ﾟ: and through it all the rise and fall the bodies in the streets ➛ in character #feardrummed #⁂ ･ﾟ: i feel more free than i have in years‚ six feet in the ground ➛ answered #⁂ ･ﾟ: do you ever think of me and my two hands and wonder why? ➛ queue

[braveburned]

"Hey, kid-" Ollie starts before Gregory has the chance to go into the particularly deranged kids entertainment center. She has a potentially more deranged idea, after all. "How about you come see a real band for once?"

@feardrummed

★ — He's already got one hand on the back door, a security badge he he'd managed to swipe the last time he was in the pizzaplex in the other when she calls out to him. He winces — an overly dramatic reaction, sure, but feels fitting as he's certain he'll be receiving another interrogation or half - assed lecture about how he should stay away. Even so, he lowers his hand from the door and turns around to face Ollie with a brow raised in question.

Oh —— .

That's — he wasn't expecting that. His surprise is obvious in his expression, in the way his lashes flutter rapidly and brown hues seem to widen. He stares at her for a second, fingers curling around the security badge before tilting his head.

"What d'you mean?"

#feardrummed #★ * VERSE / in truth there is nothing here at all. ) #★ * ASK / making the best out of a bad situation. )

[helpedtocreate]

@feardrummed i told myself i'd never trust you again.

William's eye twitches slightly, quickly covered by a pleasantly neutral expression. He did try. He always tried to create a perfect childhood for his children. Even for the other children, in a way that he knows no one else could really understand.

It wasn't his fault that it went wrong. But it's typical that she would blame him.

"What do you want me to say to that?" he asks, his brow arched slightly in a way that sometimes garnered him sympathy.

#feardrummed #thread // william #he's the woooorst

[reluctaunt]

who’s side are you on? (feardrummed im putting them in the salad spinner)

RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS (1/?) / @feardrummed

✧ . * ｡ ⋆ — She can't answer that.

Her throat feels dry. Vanessa swallows hard, the action feeling like sandpaper against her windpipe, any rebuttal dying before she can make a single sound. She knows — she knows. That is the trouble. Vanessa knows too much.

She knows Ollie. Recognizes her. Knows that she left.

At times, it almost feels as if she's lived two dual lives ; memories of the Afton family permeating her mind as if they were her own, blending and conflating with her own childhood. The entity that forcefully entered her head has pressed himself into every corner of her being, so fully that it's hard to tell where Glitchtrap ( WIlliam Afton ) ends and Vanessa truly begins. She's lost herself more than she cares to admit. It makes her feel sick.

"I'm not — I don't want to be on anyones side."

It's a non - answer as much as its the wrong answer. It's true, if nothing else. Vanessa would give anything to be living her life blissfully unaware of the dark secrets that haunt the legacy of Fazbear Entertainment. She doesn't want to tell the whole truth.

#feardrummed #THE SALAD SPINNER .... GOD #I'm going to shake them aggressively and watch what happens this already seems like such a disaster on vibes alone #IC * / pretty little things wilt away ). #* ASK / roads that lead to nowhere ).

[offier]

VERSE DROP: CRAZ.Y FUN PAR.K

below are verse for Tommy, Ryan, and Simon

It's not often that Tommy got the chance to enjoy himself. At the amusement park with only his friends, that day was supposed to be one of those chances. At least, until a ride accident results in Tommy's death via decapitation. After that, Tommy reappears in the park each night, trying to distract himself from what happened by trying to look after the other ghosts.

Note that this verse is affiliated with my other blog, feardrummed.

Ryan was nineteen when him and some friends went to the abandoned amusement park. This included Ollie, who Ryan had been particularly close with. The two had frequently gotten close to dating, but they'd never make anything official. It was that day that an insensitive joke at Ollie's expense had been made, and Ollie, in an attempt to deflect from what was said, climbed the drop tower in the park. Ryan had been the first one to try and talk her into stopping and going back down, and when Ollie fell to her death, the others had to practically drag him out. Although he agreed to keep quiet, he ends up caving and anonymously calling in the location of her body. Ryan tried to move on after that, running a comic book store in the area. Still, his thoughts kept drifting to the park, especially when Mapplethorpe's death happens.

Simon had just been messing around in the park with friends, not even on any rides when it happened. When part of a ride structure fell off, lodging itself into Simon's head in a freak accident. Each night, he mostly looks normal, unless one catches a glance at the split open part of his head. Still, he makes the most of the situation, often enjoying the park and trying to have as good of a time as he can.

#no i will not comment on how tommy got decapitated. he just did. for thematic reasons #s. kalivoda (about) #t. slater (mirror) #r. torres (about)

[slateir]

❤❤❤❤❤

i'm legally and contractually obligated to start this off with Ant @offier/@bitgrls/@feardrummed/@deathsbecome/@hivechose bc i absolutely would not be here without them! Every single blog and muse she has is just banger after banger, every oc is crafted with care (i love you miss addy deadgirl and ollie fnaf!) and they put up with all my unhinged slater sibs and watt thoughts like a pro, following you has been one of the best decisions i've ever made!!!

#* hey there demons! it’s me; ya boi 「ooc」 #//we've almost followed each other on various blogs and been disco friends for 2 years !

[feardrummed]

FEARDRUMMED. an independent, afton sibling original character of fnaf with crossover verses. selective/mutuals only and multi everything. by ant (she/they). sideblog to deathsbecome.

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#it's not nepotism it's called friendship! (promo) #self promo #five nights at freddy's rp #fnaf roleplay #fear street roleplay #fear street rp #stranger things rp #stranger things roleplay

[mute-call]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐊𝐒 & 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒

BOLD what applies. ITALICIZE what sometimes applies. STRIKE what doesn’t. REPOST & DON’T REBLOG.

likes artificial watermelon, sleeps in what they are already wearing, eats their cereal with milk, listens to music with earbuds, hates the summer, can recite passed the first four digits of pi, eats frosting out of the jar, doodles on their notebooks, can bake cookies, has a garden farm, has had a snowball fight, eats pancakes without syrup, prefers shorts over pants, can name more than ten superheroes, has a plan for the zombie apocalypse, uses the same password for everything, can’t hold their breath for more than fifteen seconds, watches anime, hasn’t read harry potter, can say ‘ i love you ‘ in more than one language, prefers mechanical pencils, thinks space is cool, takes personality tests more than once to make sure, can’t tie their shoelaces, has a purse, likes salads, likes cool colors better than warm colors, knows how to braid hair, reads biographies, can ice skate, knows their mbti, reads astrology charts, prefers the star wars prequels to the original trilogy, plays video games, reads the newspaper, likes chocolate ice cream best, doesn’t cuss, memorizes song lyrics, collects coupons, has a preferred order at starbucks, likes movie theater popcorn, has seen a play, listens to music with headphones, owns a hoodie, would rather own cds than online copies, has written a poem, can shuffle cards, subscribes to a magazine, double dips when eating, drinks directly out of the milk container, keeps a journal

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#he HAS a plan for the zombie apocalypse he just doesnt believe in that stuff #(his plan is to do the same things he does anyway. just with zombies outside instead of animatronics /lh) #;about

[slaughterlocked]

SEVEN - THIRTY. HIS EYES DART DOWN TO HIS WATCH, A LITTLE INCREDULOUS. BUT IT’S NOT AS IF SHE’S LYING TO HIM. The clock face stares back at him accusingly. Seven thirty-something, a little before twenty five to eight. A little later than he’d anticipated. But he doesn’t let it deter him. Blankets the surprise on his expression with a rough clear of his throat, clasping his hands in front of him, and then behind him, and then, realizing the formality of such a stance, awkwardly lets them hang at his sides. They feel aimless. Why is a conversation with any of his children like pulling teeth? Worse, really: he’d rather go through having his whole damn body springlocked and bleeding in the back of an ambulance again. At least he’d been unconscious for the majority of the experience. “That’s good,” he says, fumbling just a little with what to say next, “you… you had a good time, then?”

Hang on. That’s not right. Somewhere in the recesses of his mind, William remembers. Or at least remembers enough to know that what she’s saying doesn’t quite ring true. Now his arms have purpose: they fold, crossing over his chest as he does his best to dredge up any old memories around his daughter and soccer that aren’t steadfast disapproval and quiet uneasy jealousy. His own parents had always pushed him to join soccer. He’s sure that’s not the peak of his many, many faults as a child, but failing to make the school team had never really been let go by his father. “You switched positions then?” His words blunder, a stab in the dark. “Have you– No, no, you haven’t always been a goalkeeper.” Has she? Really, William knows he’s treading on thin ice. But he persists anyway, a genial smile gracing his face a little uncertainly. “I wanted to take time off work,” that’s true, “but– ah–” He’d forgotten. “I’ve, er– never really been one for muddy fields anyway. So you won, then? Or– you did well?” Hedging as he realizes she hasn’t really said yet. “...What was the final score?”

@feardrummed / continued.

#(( OUCH. OUCH OUCH. hes trying but at what cost. hits him w a bat )) #( a vicinity one should always flee: threads. ) #( the art of jabbing knives is hereditary: william & ollie. ) #( house haunted by shame: default iii. ) #tw dysfunctional family #tw injury #tw violent thoughts #tw bad parents #a; feardrummed #(( thought i’s posted this days ago whoops )) #( ask to tag. )

[runelocked]

ALMOST AN ENTIRE NINE HOURS ELIZABETH HAD BEEN LEFT ALONE, AND WILLIAM CAN’T FATHOM HIS OWN ANGER. He’s always had an explosive temper, somewhat quelled by age and out of necessity (running a business where he got into physical fights with anyone who pissed him off would have been impossible), but it surges wild and uncontrolled when he returns early that morning to find Liz without Ollie. It’s 3AM when he arrives home, and he does not dare speak for fear of waking his youngest, who is a temperamental sleeper at the best of times, but the anger doesn’t leave. It ferments in his chest all night.

And so not only is William enraged when he hears Ollie enter the house, he is tired. A dangerous combination. What if something had happened to Elizabeth ? DIDN’T SHE CARE ? How could she have abandoned her like that, without a thought in the world ? His mind is like thunder when he strides downstairs, caught in a sweeping tide of his own fury.

Maybe the worst part is that he’s smiling. Clearly artificial, clearly furious, but smiling pleasantly nonetheless.

❝ There she is! Miss Olivia Afton. The girl the world revolves around, isn’t that right? ❞ The words are loose, even if the sarcasm serves as warning for how he really feels. He won’t let her get away with this.

❝ Have a good night, did you ? All the better for deliberately going out your way to disobey me, I’m sure. ❞

CONTINUED. / @feardrummed

#(( ‘how could she abandon—’ HIRE A DAMN BABYSITTER & GO TO THERAPY!!!!!!! )) #(ii) man behind the slaughter — roleplay thread. #(oxo) family burdened: william & ollie. #a; feardrummed #tw mental instability #tw dysfunctional family #tw rage #( ask to tag. ) #(ui) original: petrichor.

[bravevolunteer]

@feardrummed asked: While Ollie's...not exactly the best at planning things, at the very least she can remember to do something for her own twin's birthday. That...doesn't mean she won't be a bit of a menace about it, though. Dropping the gift bag directly onto his lap, she stands there, waiting for him to open it. It's...probably not a shock that it's a band t-shirt, admittedly. "Happy birthday, loser." // BIRTHDAY

THE GIFT LANDS in his lap without a word between either of them, to which he gives Ollie ( who is looming directly over him ), an almost comically bewildered look. He really shouldn’t seem so surprised by it, especially because they usually do something small for each other. Michael just... doesn’t do many proper celebrations, not since… it feels wrong. He doesn't think he could let himself enjoy it even if things were entirely normal, and they aren't.

But he’ll accept a gift from his twin: after all, he always gets her something, and neither of them are very inclined to talk about the details.

The stare only lasts a few moments, Ollie is VERY adamant that he opens it: rolling out the t-shirt gives him the first REAL smile all day, and as a very regular means of saying thanks, he rolls up the small amount of tissue paper that was in the gift bag into a ball and tosses it at Ollie's forehead. "Happy birthday back, asshole."

#siblings :) #⁂ ･ﾟ: and through it all the rise and fall the bodies in the streets ➛ in character #feardrummed #⁂ ･ﾟ: i feel more free than i have in years‚ six feet in the ground ➛ answered

[trapton]

── what is your place in the royal court?

THE KING !

you hold yourself above the rest; a heavy crown on your head, you consider yourself a step above, the sole decision maker, the one in control. but, is your power only an illusion? take heed, your majesty, the crowds would cheer your beheading fervently as they cheer your speeches.

tagged by : @kazekamis <3 tagging : @feardrummed, @roseguided, @nineliabilityrisk, @goldshadows, @cultbunny

#₀₀₁ ᜵ 𝙾𝙾𝙲 ¸ dash games

[deathsbecome]

DEATHSBECOME. an independent, semi selective original character with horror elements and fandom verses. multi everything. by ant (she/they). this blog uses beta editor. formerly on tragicsongs.

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[hivechose]

HIVECHOSE. an independent, selective yellowjackets multimuse. multi everything. by ant (she/they).

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