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anomaly-beans · 9 months

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Crawls out of the document covered in blood.

Hi. I have a short little bit of writing to share. Just a little exercise in thinking more about the past for my au version of Merry included in Friendcorp.

It’s a bit of writing that, in character as another agent, is writing a file up on Merry’s past EGO corrosions.

Warnings for:

-Alcoholism

-Drug usage (fictional and actual)

-Needles (not described, but implied usage)

-Body horror (of course) ie. Multiple limbs, things growing out of skin, plant and fungus related body horror, slime mold and spores, description of shedding skin like a cocoon, etc. Canon typical stuff tbh.

-Temporary character death

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Herein lies the contents of this document, contents that shall be expunged from the agent’s files from now forward, unless of a sufficient level to access said events.

[Within this document are the multiple corrosion reports on a singular agent, designated number 777, Agent Merry Darthfellow. This agent has been the reason for day resets and full resets on many occasions and should be constantly monitored.]

-Teth level-

Incident I :

Agent Darthfellow at the time of this report was wearing the suit of T-01-54 [Forsaken Murderer].

During a repression event where the agent was instructed to use lethal force on agents under severe panic, the agent began to display erratic behavior.

The captain at the time reported that they found the agent in the East Welfare hallway minutes later after the command had been given kneeling over the dead body of a clerk, quote, “mumbling to themself with their hands clasped almost like in prayer.”

The captain reported hearing the words “forgive me” before noticing the signs of corrosion upon the agent's face.

[Described as “straps of cloth and leather that looked too much like human skin and looked to be growing out of their face, along with metal clasps. Almost like a muzzle over their face. There were similar straps, not the ones on their suit, but other new ones, wrapped all around their body. They were surprisingly easy to incapacitate to bring for corrosion treatments and a memory wipe after reset”]

Note that in the agent’s file, there are psychiatric notes describing the death of their brother and the immense guilt they feel over his death. It is not believed that they were the cause, but the psychiatrist speculates that they heavily put the blame on themself in their head.

-HE level-

Incident II :

In similar speculation to the incident above, it is believed that this corrosion also stemmed from the death of their brother as being the root emotional causation of said incident.

The agent was being investigated for strange behaviors (ie. Visiting the same abnormality, T-01-68 [Funeral of the Dead Butterflies], as their EGO suit without logging their hours or being assigned to work on the abnormality) and was put in for a mental corruption screening.

The agent put in charge of said screening reportedly did not instruct them to change out of their EGO.

In reports afterwards, it was written that the agent had begun to double over in pain during the portion of the screening regarding past trauma (particularly the questions about witnessing death during childhood).

[Quote: “An arm ripped out from their chest. It looked to have clawed out from under their skin. (Later notes make a comparison to the process of a butterfly emerging from a cocoon). It was like they, no. It. Was crawling out of their skin. Its face was crawling, like multiple butterflies were trying to make up a face. Eye spots where eyes should be. And the thing was wearing an old, worn down funeral tuxedo, covered in dirt and worms. Just like the actual abnormality, it had an extra arm sprouting from the chest, but it also had crumpled up looking useless butterfly wings. Like they hadn’t formed right in the cocoon.”

Reportedly the agent then quickly incapacitated the corroded agent 777 through multiple shots of a white damage weapon.

Incident III :

Agent 777 was currently in possession of both the EGO weapon and suit of O-02-98 [Porccubus]. This is only one of several incidents involving agent 777 and said abnormality. It is possible that restrictions will have to be put in place to keep further problems from arising.

[Written incident report, fully quoted: Agent Darthfellow was reported by an agent 780 of Safety as being found, quote, “high off their ass on enkephalin, multiple pain medicines stored in Safety (of both pill and syringe variety) and drinking from a bottle of whiskey when found.” The agent was reportedly “rooted to the spot” in literal terms, as vines grew out of their arms and had embedded into the floor. They were covered in leaves, vines and thorns, and agent 780 reports that they were cackling endlessly. Red petals were starting to grow from their face upon 780’s arrival to the scene, and were trying to cover 777’s face as 780 worked on trying to unroot the agent and then incapacitate them. Workers had to wear thick gardening gloves when moving the body of 777, for fear of pricking themselves on the thorns.]

-Waw level-

Incident IV :

O-01-73 [The rest of this report has been completely redacted at request of the disciplinary team sephirah]

Incident V :

Agent 777 was reported at the time as wearing the EGO suit and gift of O-04-66 [The Little Prince] during the incident.

[Said agent was reported from security footage as working in a lab at the time of the incident. They had been working for over seven hours at that point, and another agent entered the lab, seemingly angering agent 777. As the other agent entering the room doesn’t remember [memory expunged] the words they said, it’s unclear what 777 was furious about. Security footage shows them throwing a beaker of liquid to the ground after yelling for quite some time and then convulsing on the spot, staggering over to the floor as blue puffball mushrooms similar to the EGO grew all over their skin. Their mouth opened seemingly to scream, but all that came out was stalks of mushrooms that erupted into spores upon hitting the air. The other agent is reported as having ran after the spores hit the air and locked the room down for a contaminant in the air. Further security footage shows multiple black eyes opening up on the puffballs, all oozing a thick black liquid in a look similar to crying. Agent 777 was recorded as writing down something on a personal notebook [confiscated and redacted fully] before collapsing and “melting into a mass of slime mold which further contaminated the air”]

No further corrosions have been reported as of writing this document. Agent 777, Merry Darthfellow, is to be monitored and put under strict orders to keep from causing further issues. Any further incidents involving agent 777 should be reported to captains of necessary teams, or any of the sephirot.

[The name of the writer of this report has been redacted]

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detroit-become-moomin · 10 months

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Hey there! Completely forgot to post about this here, but - charity project for trans kids!!

POINTY THINGS, a folk horror collection written by me, illustrated by @ehlihr, and edited by @nimagine is now available for purchase online through Pride 2024. All revenue raised during the upcoming year will go to LGBT+ mutual aid orgs defending trans youth! In this collection you'll find:

55 pages & 22k+ words of story

unsettling megafauna

a trans take on red riding hood

fun facts about 16th-century beheading practices!

deeply unsexy vampirism

haunting-as-dysphoria

3/5 stories brought to life in spooky, atmospheric detail by elisar's illustrations!

The charities we'll be donating proceeds to include Equality Texas and the Transgender Education Network, but I'm also keeping an eye out for other mutual aid orgs defending the rights of trans youth in the American Southwest.

🩸PURCHASE HERE (GUMROAD) 🩸

🩸 OR HERE (KO-FI)🩸

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familyabolisher · 4 months

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oh this is gonna be so good

#where's the post that was like sometimes a list of content warnings doubles as free advertising

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chirxlity · 7 months

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SATSUKI KIRYUIN

CW: KLK spoilers, mention of: compulsory heterosexuality, physical & emotional violence, s-xual trauma, CSA, SA, r-pe (for the sake of better background and context about this anime & about Satsuki story)

About her character and why she is stone femme headcanon for me.

SATSUKI

This character does not have this cold, strong but sharp and fierce appearance as a random addition of traits just for the sake of fanservice. Her physical appearance and her personality traits are polished and calculated, yet she is pretty vulnerable on the inside and has a huge and rich inner world. She is acutely smart, a powerful strategist, a good and strong leader with the kindest heart I've ever seen in a character apparently so cold, stubborn or even despotic. But we have to keep in mind her upbringing and that she did what she had to do in order to survive because her main goal was to save the world and protect her closest friends. She wanted to free them as well as she wanted to free herself. But... from what?

SATSUKI'S PLOT

about her plans, goals and what Ryuko meant to her

Satsuki had such important goals: she wanted to free humanity (and herself) from the biofibers and the tyranny of her own mother, who was working with them to subjugate all the people on Earth, but she also craved to avenge her father and sister for what Ragyo did to them, so she fought for revenge but also for love. In the end, all that she wanted was to protect the ones she loved the most.

Satsuki believed she could lead a revolution against Ragyo and the biofibers by using the power she had as her daughter against her. She took advantage of that power and the fear it inflicted on everyone to build a hierarchical system based on The Law of the Strongest and blind obedience (basically she militarised the school), and then she started to ‘colonise’ other schools to gather an army. She did this to trick her mother into thinking that she was working for her because her empire was much larger and stronger, so she had to be very cautious or else the chances to defeat Ragyo and the biofibers would be even lesser. All of these factors led her to repress her thoughts, feelings and emotions.

But when she met Ryuko, her plans started to change a bit: she saw a lot of potential in Ryuko and wanted her to get stronger and surpass her from the very beginning. She felt that Ryuko was something more, not just another soldier that could help her defeat Ragyo once and for all, and she wasn't wrong about it: later on they found out that Ryuko was that little sister Satsuki and Ragyo thought dead and that Isshin Matoi was actually Soichiro. He raised Ryuko and hid her from Ragyo with the hope that, one day, she would defeat her and the biofibers.

When these facts were revealed, Satsuki knew everything changed: she could trust someone of her own blood, she could finally have her dream family: one that she'd have built, one that she'd have chosen, one that would have truly and deeply loved her for who she is.

NONON

Now we have to talk about Nonon, Satuski’s best friend and (implicitly) lover, the only person who knew her best and could fully trust: this character can come across as an irritating or pedantic girl, but that’s just the surface; she acts tough the only way she knows just because she wants to show that she’s strong and the most important person in Satsuki’s life. I find it so heartwarming that even though the rest of the Elite Four are respectful and loyal towards Satsuki, it is Nonon that better understands her boundaries, and they treat each other as equals. Nonon is not just another subordinate to Satsuki (and never was). I think that because of this and her appearance (small, cute, etc) she wants her value as a fearsome opponent to be acknowledged, and that's why she acts so sassily and arrogantly (a thing which I personally love about her).

Nonon always finds the courage to fight and never gives up whenever Satsuki is near her; she feels the need to protect her, and she is always willing to carry all the weight if that means Satsuki will be safe and sound.

She is the one who always took care of Satsuki’s deepest wounds but also her dreams, and is the only one who knows best the pain Satsuki had to endure in order to save everyone. Both of them shared their dreams and hopes with each other when they were kids, and since then Nonon took care of hers as well as Satsuki took care of Nonon’s.

JUNKETSU

It is hard to talk about Junketsu and what it felt like his relationship with Satsuki and Ryuko to me right after talking about Nonon, but it has to be done if I want to illustrate why I headcanon Satsuki as a stone femme.

Junketsu is, first and foremost, an allegory for compulsory heterosexuality. He was the symbol of the chastity/virginity forced upon the future bride and spouse, Satsuki (we have to remember it was Soichiro the one who told this to her, that Junketsu was going to be her wedding dress). So it was the underlying expectative of defeating Ragyo by sacrificing her will to Junketsu that her father put on her shoulders, one of the reasons that kept her from loving Nonon freely, openly and wholeheartedly, maybe the main one because Ragyo simply wanted the whole subjugation of her daughter, her complete devotion to the biofibers cause, while Junketsu was just a tool for both her father and mother that would force Satsuki to do the will of one or the other.

But even though Junketsu was just a tool, Satsuki had to wear it on all the time, which means that Satsuki was living constant situations of rape; after all, whenever Satsuki dressed Junketsu and tried to activate him, she endured a lot of pain and ended up very weakened from resisting Junketsu taking full control. And the thing here is, although Satsuki willingly wore Junketsu, that doesn’t mean she had another option. As I said, this suit was made to control her and Ragyo used it later to control Ryuko too. He, as the symbolic husband, tried to tie them up to heterosexuality at some point in their lives.

So as we can see, Satsuki didn’t want to wear any biofiber cloth, she had to use them and let herself be used by them in order to save the whole world and set everyone free.

CONCLUSIONS

I think it is well pictured that Satsuki truly cares about people but felt she couldn’t trust them because of how the world was built by her mother and the biofibers, and also how Ragyo treated her with so much despite at the same time she emotionally and sexually abused her (it’s so obvious that Ragyo is a child abuser and a paedophile). But Ryuko was key to help her understand that things could be different, that she didn’t have to make everyone afraid of her in order to get what she wanted, that she actually could trust people.

So for all that has been explained in this post is why I think Satsuki embodies so perfectly what it’s like to be a stone femme for me and not just for her appearance, but for her choices too. She had to carry so much weight on her shoulders but Nonon and the rest of her friends supported her without putting more pressure on her; they just took care of what Satsuki ordered them to do.

I also find so relatable the way she copes with all the trauma she’s got from facing lots of sexual violence, and physical and emotional abuse, or the fact that a close relative (her own mother) made her believe she was a failure and a good for nothing, that she didn’t belong and would never be enough for her. She didn’t lose her kindness and her hopes and dreams even though she had to turn herself more tough, it just happened that she showed her soft side differently. She actually cares, she is the one who provides and she sacrifices lots of things to protect humanity’s freedom. And she finally learns to trust in the good potential of all humans, and to let the women she loves take care of her too.

To conclude, Satsuki was key to make me come to terms with me being a stone femme because I can see lots of subtle details in how she moves, behaves, thinks and approaches things that -somehow-remind me of myself, although I know we are not on the same league. But I really think she might be a stone femme too because she is a woman with strong and rigid boundaries around every aspect of her life, and she defends and makes everyone respect them. In the whole anime I’ve never seen anybody try to question her and her boundaries, and I truly admire her a lot for this.

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ashes-writing · 1 year

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dearqueerdeers · 2 months

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Hey so uhh i posted a fic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54801628

it’s going to hurt by 100GoodStoriesForever

(1451 words), Chapters: 1/1

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Relevant Tags: POV Nile Freeman, Nile Freeman-centric, Nile Freeman Needs a Hug, Nile Freeman Whump, Blood and Injury, nile learns as a kid that pain cant be loved away, and nile in the present day is loved through it, Hurt/Comfort, but admittedly a little heavier on the hurt than on the comfort. sorry

Summary: When Nile was five, she fell off her bike. … This was decidedly more severe than falling off her bike. One minute she was sprinting away from a building they’d found out seconds too late was a decoy; the next, an ear-shattering shockwave knocked her off her feet, and she fell. She thought she heard someone call her name, then a searing pain ripped through her stomach.

#no major content warnings other than blood and injury!#the old guard #nile freeman #this is my second fic post. its basically just shortened long lists of relationships n shit always piss me off #and im trying to see which format folks prefer #my fic

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blametheeditor · 3 months

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To See And To Hear | Chapter 2

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NOT FOR EVERYONE

Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of murder and death. The concept of someone who was killed living their after-life on Earth. Dark thoughts/themes.

Run Down: Fazbear Corporation has a dark past full of death and murder. On one hand, it'd be safe to assume at least one unrestful spirit would haunt their last resting place. On the other, if they knew the plans William Afton had in store, any reason to stay should immediately be replaced with moving on as soon as possible.

It's the Jerber!

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Scott stares up at the familiar sign of Fazbear’s Pizzeria, fear and uncertainty washing over him. A feeling he hasn’t felt in honest to God years.

Why would he? Ever since he died, the only he thing he’s had to worry about is Vincent accidentally leaving him behind at one of the restaurants and force the ghost to figure out where he went. Even then it’s nothing more than a chore considering there are only four other places he could be, it’d just be a matter of traveling to each location to check for a lurking shadow, and then possibly recheck them again if the purple man backtracked after realizing his mistake.

But this will be the first time he’s possibly meeting another ghost. And not just any one, but someone who died at a Fazbear location. Meaning they’re damned to haunt the restaurants for eternity with how much luck Scott’s had when it comes to moving on.

...who could it be? One of the original children? A night guard in which Scott would be the last person they’d want to see? Will they be hostile and turn out to be a threat, or will they just be confused and grateful to have someone who knows what they’re experiencing?

Honestly, it breaks his heart at the thought of how long they might’ve been without a friendly face. Prays it hasn’t made them become resentful of those still living. He learned early on the animatronics can see and hear him, but they’re not human. And, no offense to the Toys, but they aren’t exactly the most welcoming compared to the Originals, though God forbid someone gets trapped with the Funtimes.

“You alright, Scotty?”

“Yeah,” Scott falls over his shoulder. Grateful to have Vincent by his side, even if his best friend couldn’t come inside the restaurant. He’ll come running if there’s trouble. “I’ll be right back, Vince.”

He then takes a deep breath. Despite it only being an imitation, it’s a familiar action that’s helped ground him time and time again. With that he walks through the closed doors without issue.

One glance at the stage confirms the Toys are locked in place, powered down until the clock strikes midnight. Right now it’s 11:30pm, giving him enough time to confirm if a ghost truly does haunt the restaurant, give a promise to come back another time if there is, and leave before they wake up. Not that he doesn’t like the Toys, they can just be a bit...much.

Hopefully they haven’t convinced the ghost to start murdering people for the hell of it.

Scott slowly makes his way through the familiar restaurant. The first place he ever worked. Where he met Vincent. Where-

Focus. Lives could be at stake.

Nothing stands out to him as he checks off the different rooms. No missing items or burst lightbulbs. Hell, there doesn’t seem to be a distinct chill in the air when he passes through the door to parts and service, the room that always makes him shiver completely vacant.

At least that can prove Eggs really can’t sense ghosts.

He turns to leave before jolting when he hears a familiar laugh echo down the hallway. Confused until he remembers that Mike has been alternating between this location and Freddy Fazbear’s due to absolutely no new applications coming in for the night shift. Not that Scott can blame anyone, but that meant the young man had to do a bit more traveling depending on the week.

The ghost makes his way toward the office, wanting to see how Mike’s handling the Toys so far. Vincent had only laughed when he learned the Originals had been intimidated by him, but Scott’s hoping that’s not what happened here. Their most valuable night guard would’ve kept his promise not to challenge over 6 foot tall animatronics who can snap his neck without any effort, right?

“Hold the fuck on. Your ass can’t eat a goddamn ghost pepper?”

...who is Mike talking to?

Scott runs when it clicks, skidding to a halt at the office’s opening, freezing at the sight that greets him.

Mike’s feet are kicked up onto the desk as he leans back in the rolling chair, somehow able to balance on only two legs without the wheels spinning to make him crash to the floor. And to his left stands a kid who doesn’t look older than 16. One with brown curls, wide grey eyes, and is translucent enough Scott can make out the pattern on the wall behind him.

So there is a ghost. One Mike apparently found and didn’t tell anyone.

“Michael!”

Scott watches as the young man barely jumps from his name being yelled, but it’s enough to disrupt the careful balance needed to keep his chair from falling, meaning the guard disappears from sight as he’s thrown backwards. There is no sympathy despite it sounding like he most likely cracked his head open.

“God-fucking-damn it.”

“M-M-Mike!” the kid exclaims, running over to where Mike lies as he stares down in horror, hands hovering but unable to offer any help. “Are y-you okay!”

“Fucking fine.” A hand grabs the desk as Mike laboriously pulls himself up, blue eyes locking onto the silently fuming ghost glaring daggers. “Well shit, Phone Guy. What the hell did I do?”

“Why the hell did you not tell us there was a God damn ghost!”

He doesn’t notice the light above him is flickering, nor the fact that he can see Mike’s breath every time he exhales. Because Scott has trained himself not to get too upset, all too aware of the damage he could cause when he’s worked up. There were times at the very beginning when not even Vincent was able to calm him down before the purple man got thrown into a wall.

But this is different. He’s told Mike how dangerous interacting with the paranormal can be, including Scott. He’s hurt his best friend before, so why would the young man be so flippant with his own life with a stranger who clearly never worked for Afton.

What if had gotten killed! He could’ve ended up just like-!

“Phone Guy.”

Scott blinks. Flinches when he realizes Mike is standing directly in front of him. Sucks in a gasp at the realization there’s hands resting on his shoulders. As if he’s corporeal. As if he’s alive.

That’s when he notices Mike’s uncontrollable shivers, even breathing out his nose leaves a small cloud visible for a few moments. “You’re scaring the Jerber, asshole.”

All of his anger vanishes within seconds. Horrified he might’ve just traumatized the kid. Made him think other ghosts were like that, ready to snap at any second. “I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“I fucked up,” Mike smirks as he removes his hands, Scott clenching his jaw to keep from asking how the impossible had been done. “I’m sorry for being an asshole and not telling you Jerber was bitching with me on my shifts over here.”

“I’m sorry for almost cracking your head open,” the ghost murmurs.

Mike then turns to gesture toward the poor kid trembling behind the desk. Who stares at Scott with a mix of concern and terror. “Jerber, this is Phone Guy. Phone Guy, Jerber.”

“Scott,” he clarifies. Almost holds a hand out to shake before deciding against it. “I-I’m sorry for loosing my temper. I just, I was worried Mike wasn’t being...careful.”

‘Jerber’ watches him for a few moments before taking a step forward. He then squeaks when he goes through the desk, jumping back before slowly walking around it in order to fully join the conversation. Though he makes a point to stay a safe distance away, using Mike as a barrier between them. “So, y-y-you're a ghost t-too?”

At least he didn’t fuck up completely. “I am. Have been for about twenty years, though I apparently don’t act like it with the stunt I just pulled.”

He’s looked up and down before a glance is shot toward Mike. When Scott’s nodded toward, a hand is then suddenly offered. “I’m J-J-J-Jeremy.”

“Nice to meet you,” Scott says, earnestly, shaking the hand in greeting. He almost jumps in surprise when they actually make contact. Instead of passing through the other they connect as if they were living.

It’s nothing like how Mike’s touch was, with warm flesh that pulsed with a heartbeat, but it’s much more comforting. The tangible confirmation he’s not the only one anymore, no longer alone. If Jeremy decides Scott is allowed to continue talking to him.

That’s when Jeremy flings himself at Scott, the ghost extremely unprepared considering he’s not used to things or people being able to interact with him. That doesn’t mean he didn’t instinctively catch the kid to pull into a stunned hug as he’s clung to, it just meant he nearly fell backwards to send them both to the floor. A little confused how quickly he had been forgiven.

And then it all comes together as the younger ghost sobs into his shoulder.

Scott hugs Jeremy as tightly as possible, gently rubbing the kid’s back, happy to offer what little support he can. Because who knows how long he’s been dead for. Left to wonder around the restaurant where children can run right through you without even noticing. Maybe needed multiple weeks just to gain the courage to leave whatever room had become a temporary grave. Maybe a permanent one depending on if a body was ever found and taken to be buried.

At least Scott had Vincent. To be honest, he got incredibly lucky considering his best friend has been able to be there for him all these years. Able to see and hear him. Can even respond to questions in front of others with sign language when backs are turned. If the purple man wasn’t able to, if he never found the ghost and promised to continue staying by each other’s side, Scott might not’ve calmed down before severely injuring Mike. He might’ve even joined the animatronics in killing every night guard just to send Afton a message someone’s biding their time.

He might’ve even tried to kill Vincent and succeeded.

At least it hasn’t been long enough that Jeremy’s thought about going down that path. Maybe the Toys are owed a thank you for that.

“S-S-Sorry,” Jeremy sniffles as he pulls away, hands wiping at his tears before freezing when there’s only a phantom feeling of wetness where they should be. “I’m still not u-u-used to this.”

And that’s something that won’t change no matter how much time passes. “It’s a lot. How long have you been a ghost for?”

“A y-y-year.”

Now Scott feels awful avoiding this location as much as he can. Vincent’s one thing, but the one who’s already dead shouldn’t have let himself be controlled by bad memories. Not when he can’t get killed again.

“I’m sorry we missed you,” he begins, eyebrows raising when Jeremy immediately waves his hands.

“N-No, it’s okay! The Toys have k-k-kept me company! And I sleep d-during th-the day before playing the...” The kid’s eyes widen before he gasps. “They’re y-y-your recordings!”

Oh God.

“Holy shit,” reminds Scott that Mike is still here. And wearing a shit-eating grin. “You have more of those goddamn things, Phone Guy?”

He honestly forgot about the ones for this location. He can’t be at two places at once, so when it came to choosing which play button he’d much rather press, it ended up being for the ones at Freddy Fazbear’s. Especially because it was the least he could do to try and ensure no one else ended up with the same fate. Not that it really seemed to do much, and he couldn’t exactly make better one’s considering that would make Afton extremely suspicious and poke around in things Scott would never want him to. And over the years he forgot there were others. Many, many others.

“You’ve been playing them?” Scott asks. Grateful someone has been helping those hired for this location for the past year. Worried how Jeremy knows they exist.

“The Toys told me a-a-about them! Said th-they were helpful for n-n-new g-guards, so I’ve been p-playing them. I accidentally s-slept in on Mike’s first shift, but he d-d-didn't need it, so I’ve been helping in o-other ways.”

So Jeremy wasn’t as unlucky guard and instead met his untimely end another way. By the way he talks about the Toys, it doesn’t seem like it was a death by animatronic at all. Which is concerning, but not as much as apparently being able to help Mike during his shift.

It doesn’t help that Mike is nodding his head. “We’ve been fucking shit up.”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

Scott whirls around at the familiar growl, swallowing down fear clawing at his throat at the sight of Marionette slowly walking down the hallway toward them. It’s irrational to be afraid of the puppet, and yet the ghost’s heart would’ve started beating widely if he still had one as he’s given a glare.

At least he’s not alone, Jeremy squeaking at the towering animatronic’s presence. “Long time no see, Mari.”

“Cut the bullshit, Cawthon. Where the hell is he?”

“Outside,” Scott says honestly. “He won’t hesitate to come inside if you go after Mike, however.”

“Seriously?” Bon demands as he peers into the hallway. An angry finger is pointed toward said night guard who returns it with a middle finger. “How the fuck did this asshole get your blessing?”

“At this point they’re adopting everything they come across,” Marionette growls. “I’ll go tell the other’s Scott’s teaching Jeremy he should trust strangers if they’re offering candy.”

“I am doing no such thing!” Scott calls after the retreating figures.

“And I didn’t offer Jerber shit!” Mike joins in.

“Michael, if you’re not sitting at the desk and winding the music box in three seconds, God so help you.”

Mike obediently does as he was instructed, though they both know it’s not out of fear for what Scott would do. He wishes it was at the very least it was to ensure the young man isn’t killed tonight, but they also know that’s not the reason either.

Scott sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. Well aware it’s his own fault for not checking the time despite knowing the Toys would be waking up soon.

“A-A-Are you leaving?” Jeremy quietly asks.

Scott looks at the kid looking a bit unsure if this is just a first meeting, or an only meeting. Because Mike would’ve confirmed he’ll be switching between the restaurants weekly, meaning the ghost will be alone all over again. And when you’re dead, you have no influence on if schedules get changed or if someone new to hire for the position is found.

Fellow ghosts have no obligation to come back when the animatronics have made it clear his presence isn’t wanted.

“I’ll be back,” Scott promises. “At some point this week. And next week when Mike’s at the other restaurant, but I have a feeling he’ll be dragging you over there with him.”

Jeremy hugs him again. “Thank y-y-you.”

This is going to get complicated.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

#and here's a ghost!#I have also finally made a list of all of the current projects I have going on #I went through them all #tossed out the ones I'll continue at a later date #but for now I like what I've got!#so I will be posting that sometime this week #but ghosts for today!#I hope ya'll enjoy and have a great day!#BTE writing #Ghost Jeremy AU #To See And To Hear #FNAF bois #cw #content warning

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obstinaterixatrix · 5 months

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KAMEN RIDER MENTION??? THAT’S MAYBE DEN O WATCH (SQUARE-ISH) DEFINITELY THE DECADE WATCH A WIZARD WATCH (I DON’T THINK IT WAS RELEASED AS ACTION LIVE WATCJ) AND MAYBE OOO BECAUSE IT’S AT AN ANGLE BUT SEEMS A BIT TOO WONKY, THE HEART-ISH SHAPE REMINDS ME OF CHALICE BUT I DOUBT THAT’S WHAT THE ARTIST IS GOING FOR. I mean it’s clearly a metal band when the real watches have a leather band. oh my god that jolted me awake

#orlbs #misclb #and this is the one I never post abt publicly because having to write out a list of content warnings would be annoying and I don’t wanna #don’t ask me for this series I’m just [points]#congrats to sara’s guy on making the reference cut #I guess wizard *has* beast but that’s not my guy #I mean the first watch *could* be the other decade watch #definitely not the kuuga watch tho

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i utilize filtering all the time it's my favorite function im kissing it for being a working feature, but god i wish you didn't have to scroll thru all your filtered tags to add to your filtered content list

#like you can add tags at the top. yay hooray #but then to add the filtered content you have to scroll thru all ur tags before the filtered content toggle shows up #and because this is a feature i love that i use so much and adore #my list is LOOOOOOONG #GHSNGNDH so it's just annoying is all #i also wish you could choose to have a both an option to have the 'show post' appear #or just remove the post completely from ur dash #cause there are some things i Never Want To See #but some things that im like oh handy a warning. yea im ok w that rn #yknow #BUT. ULTIMATELY. IM HAPPY ITS AN OPTION AT ALL!#cause it's rly damn annoying that bsky doesn't have the option #and twts mute function is only okay #dots on the soapbox

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trhor · 1 year

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Hi there friends, my goal is to never upset anyone and so I wanted to give a fair warning in advance for upcoming story posts in Hamish's half of the timeline. Everything will be properly tagged and so if any of the tags provided below are upsetting to you, don't feel bad for skipping posts. It's really not that big of the deal, your mental health matters more. Here's a link explaining how to use tumblr's own system for blocking tags and here's a links for new xkit on chrome and firefox along with instructions on how to install and use the blacklist extension. I will also see i

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anomaly-beans · 1 year

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The fic rewrite is finally done!

Here we have a major part of Merry’s backstory, influencing many parts of their current character.

For those unaware, Merry is the first character I played in Fallen London, so if you don’t know much of the game you might see a couple of words from it out of context.

Content warnings for: Canon-typical swearing (“canon” because it’s Merry and they swear a lot. The fic is pretty tame though, all things considered), blood, stabbing, manipulation, threatened death, almost death, drugging, someone shot with a pistol

The Color Red

A floral scent hung in the air. Roses and chocolate. Freshly roasted coffee beans and still-warm baked goods. Smells that told of a certain event coming around.

The Feast of the Exceptional Rose.

Honestly, Merry had been confused by the event the first time it rolled around after their arrival in the fallen city. Who was to blame them? Nearly everything in the city had been strange to them at first, coming from a background in a small rural farmland area, growing up amongst a strict Catholic family. Some of the new things excited them though. How freeing the city was to a person from their background. There was so much to do and see. People rarely blinked an eye or made a fuss when they shied away from gendered titles and nervously laughed upon people calling them “sir” or “mister.” While there certainly still were things that were frankly frowned upon and the worry of scandal, it also seemed much more free for them to explore romantically.

Which they surely did.

Their first few months in the city had been taken up by them just trying to get comfortable. Figure some things out that they hadn’t had the luxury to think about on the surface. Sure, they had experimented with different pronouns and clothing when they were a teen, and then up until the death of their brother, but it had felt dangerous when they did this on the surface. Now… they felt free. They explored around, experimented with how they thought of themself, how they wanted to present themself. Eventually settling on wearing more “masculine” clothes as they felt more comfortable in them (plus the added bonus of them being easier to move around in them on more… dangerous and fast-paced occasions) and kept their hair at a manageably longer length than they had as a kid, down to their chin and easy to tie up if they needed it out of their face.

Once they felt more comfortable with themself they began to socialize more. Attending many events and making allies with different factions and groups of society. They found themself favoring the bohemians at first, mostly hanging with the artistic folks and people who would throw parties.

In fact, they had just recently gone to one of said parties. It was actually the reason why they were out at the moment, holding a letter in their hand and wandering the streets of Veilgarden, glancing up at street signs and building numbers to try to place a location written in the letter.

To explain what the letter was, who it was from, and why they were searching for a certain address, first we must go back to what had happened at the party. Or, really, it was more of a masquerade ball.

Merry had been excited by the event, going out and spending as much as they could afford at the moment to get an outfit planned for the event. A custom masquerade mask and a cloak made of fine sheep wool that they had stolen from their home before running away to come to London. The whole outfit was themed around sheep, as their family had owned a herd of sheep that they cared for and Merry had grown quite fond of the animals.

Their main goal upon getting there was to find a person to dance with and, hopefully, get in a relationship with.

They had a bit of experience in dating and courting others. Merry had actually been in quite a few relationships before this event happened. The only problem was that they had, well… all ended up on a sour note or with a simple breakup. Plus a few instances of one night stands. Really the only one they could think of that hadn’t ended up that bad had been their relationship with their now best friend, Norah. She ended the relationship in the gentlest way she could, breaking it to Merry that she didn’t think of them in a romantic way but that she still enjoyed spending time with them and cared about them. The two had settled on being friends.

Most of the beginning of the masquerade, which took place at the beginning of the Feast of the Exceptional Rose, had been spent chatting with others, drinking champagne and wine, and watching the couples dancing together. Merry recognized a few even with the masks on, but found it more fun to watch the strangers. There was something about the mystery of who each person behind their mask was. Why did they choose the mask that they wore? Who could they be?

On their 7th glass they were shocked out of their fascination with the dancers by a sudden polite tap on the shoulder. They couldn’t help but jump and nearly spill the rest of their red wine on the table.

“Oh my. I did not mean to scare you,” a light chuckle came from the one who had startled them, who Merry turned to face, “I was simply getting to know some of the people here and thought it best to greet the people who were not dancing at the moment.”

Merry had to look up to meet the eyes of the tall gentleman speaking to them. His eyes creased into a smile under the similarly grinning face of the wolf mask he wore upon his face. His mask and the rest of the clothes he wore were a deep crimson red with black accents. Very neat and quite expensive looking. The fellow must have been more upper class.

“Ah, well,” Merry started, going a bit red themself under the mask in embarrassment at their startle, “It is quite alright. Not a drop was spilled.” They smiled.

“Good, good. We wouldn’t want to stain this floor red, I’m sure.” The wolf chuckled. He reached out a gloved hand to greet Merry properly,

“The name is Charlie.”

“Merry. Pleasure to meet you, Charlie.” Merry shook his hand, or more like he shook theirs, taking their hand rather firmly and giving them a rough shake.

The man cocked his head, his eyes creasing again with what could be assumed was slight amusement.

“As in Mary had a little lamb?” he chuckled, gesturing to their mask.

Their cheeks went red again at the connection, nearly spluttering as they explained the difference.

“No, no. As in “make merry” or someone who is merry.” They couldn’t help but laugh along.

“Ah! I see. Still, it is an excellent name.”

Merry hummed, taking a sip of their wine.

“So, Merry, I’d love to speak with you. Get to know you? Maybe even, if I’m a lucky guy, ask you if you would like a dance?” They could tell he was grinning even if the mask covered his whole face, grinning itself.

“Maybe. Don’t push your luck just yet,” They chuckled themself, leaning on the table casually to look at him, “but yes, let’s talk.

~~~~~

The night had ended with that dance the charming wolf had asked about. Merry had gone home with their heart fluttering, not even from the amount of drinks they had that night. The man was quite the charmer. Witty, flirtatious, confident. He had taken the lead on their dance together, which Merry had been perfectly fine with as they didn’t have much experience dancing. And, as some tradition at dances during the Feast, the two had removed each other’s masks at midnight, finally getting to see the face of the one that they had danced with.

And now here they were, a couple days later, wandering the Veilgarden streets to find the address that Charlie had sent them. An official date (at least they hoped so). Judging based on the number of the address, it wasn’t in any of the fully residential districts, so it was either a flat or a small business. They were in the right part of Veilgarden at least, judging from how close the building numbers were to the one written in a deep crimson on the sheet of paper they held.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee, baked goods and tea hit their nose as they rounded a corner. There, in front of them, was the address they needed. A small but extravagant cafe with an intricate wrought iron fence forming a small outdoor seating area covered by a wooden roof. The whole outdoor area, from the roof and the fence was covered in tangled vines and draping moss, plus the decorative mushroom bundles and hell roses that decorated the place for the season.

The place looked a bit expensive for their tastes (their current job as a journalist didn’t pay very well), but they had some money saved away for special meetups and such.

There weren’t many there in the courtyard at that moment so it was easy to walk in and look around for the one they were meeting. Plus, yet again the man was wearing a bit of red in the form of a top hat, so Merry’s eyes landed on his table immediately. They grinned and adjusted their tie, hoping they looked decent and wouldn’t stand out too much from the others here, what with their suit being bought second hand. Charlie had his back turned to the entrance so Merry gave him a soft greeting as they got near the table so they wouldn’t startle him.

Their stomach felt full of moths when he gave them a warm smile as they sat down.

“Ah, Merry. It is good to see you. You look quite handsome, if I should say so. It is nice to see you when you aren’t in the costume you had been wearing during the masquerade.”

Luckily the waiter saved them from having to come up with a response while they felt quite flustered from being called handsome. They took a quick glance at the menu, deciding on getting a plate of scones as well as their normal dark cherry coffee they liked to get when it was an option at any cafe. They weren’t going to lie, their sweet tooth could be quite a headache when it came to not spending too much money. Charlie seemed to nod in approval at their decision.

So they assumed the date was going well so far, and that maybe they had some similarities.

~~~~~

It was closer to the end of the month now, the season nearing a close. Overall it had been an exciting season for Merry. The several dates they had gone on with Charlie seemed promising. It filled them with hope that maybe finally they’d have a steady, committed relationship. Not to mention he had sent them many letters since then, and fresh packages of perfect roses.

The hour was late when they were walking again on the Veilgarden streets. This time not on a date, but wanting to head to the Singing Mandrake for a late night drink. The day had gone swimmingly well, having finished several articles they had been writing and with the success of downing a spider colony at the docks. Their body was admittedly a bit tired after that long struggle with the little monsters, so a nice drink sounded like it would do them some good.

They were nearing the place, on an empty portion of the street with no late night walkers or loiterers about, when they noticed a flash of red out of the corner of their eye. Quickly they stopped, preparing for a scrap, not knowing what the color they saw was. They turned just in time to see red coattails flutter past a corner into a dark alleyway on the other side of the street. Coattails that they recognized.

Charlie! They hadn’t seen him or heard from him in a couple of days. Maybe if they hurried they could catch him. They could have a drink at the bar together!

Even with the time they had spent living in London (what was it? 3 years now? Time was hard to keep track of) the streets of the fallen city were hard to navigate. The back alleys, even worse. The layout of the city made no sense, like a twisting labyrinth that made the head spin trying to navigate and make sense of it all. They found themself nearly stumbling many times as they were running in a darker part of the city, not lit up by lamps but only by the faint glow of false stars on the ceiling of the cavernous neath. If the darkness and the labyrinthine layout of the alleys wasn't enough, Merry found that the deeper in they went a sharp almost floral smell began to tingle at their nostrils, getting stronger with each corner they turned.

Their head felt like it was swimming. Was it the twisting maze they found themself running through? Christ, that smell burned their nostrils. Their legs ached from the running and how tired they had already been after the fight with the spider council earlier. Shit… Where had Charlie gone to? How long had they been running?

Merry just had to stop. Their legs were burning and they felt dizzy with how confused their head was with the directions. The smell by that point had started to smell more rotten, but still somehow floral.

Merry leaned against a wall, wheezing for breath and rubbing at their eyes. At this point they were thinking they’d completely lost Charlie. There was no way they’d find him now. Not with all these twists and turns in every direction. Their eyes rolled upwards to stare at the cavern ceiling as they caught their breath. Goddamn! What was that smell?!

It was as they took a deep breath to try to pinpoint the smell that they found themself doubling over in a sneezing and coughing fit. The rotten floral scent burned their nostrils and lungs. At some point they found cold hard stone under their hands as they were now on the ground on their hands and knees, wheezing for breath through the sudden fit that had overtaken them.

It was then that they felt a sudden sharp shove to their back, nearly knocking the breath out of them, and making their weakened knees give out on them and sending them to the ground on their stomach. Even through the coughing and sneezing, their head swimming, their mind went frantic as they realized that they were just hit. Merry tried to turn over to be in a better position to fight and get a look at their attacker, but a sharp heeled boot pressed down at their shoulders keeping them on the ground.

“Ah, Merry. What a pleasure to run into you here-” an all too familiar voice chuckled.

“Ch- Charlie??” Merry managed to wheeze out, trying to turn their head to look up and push off the boot from their shoulder.

The heel ground down into their shoulder blade in response and they let out a hiss in pain.

“What- what the fuck are you doing?!” Merry snapped at him through clenched teeth.

“Oh, Merry… I am simply just doing my job-”

“Let me guess, you’re a fucking killer for hire?”

“Oh heavens no! There won’t be any killing here unless you force my hand,” He chuckled darkly,

“Now let’s stay quiet so the constables won’t catch me, hmm?”

They felt a tug at the collar of their shirt, forcing their head upwards and making the front of their shirt and tie dig into their throat. The sudden constriction startled them to the point that they could barely fight against it. Their back was slammed into a nearby brick wall and the grip on their collar was shifted to hold the front of their shirt to keep their head in place. Now they were face to face with him, pinned against the wall by the taller man. They felt his other hand go to their left hand and tug down their sleeve, exposing the skin of their wrist.

Merry gasped in pain as they felt something sharp, metallic and cold scrape against their hand.

“Mhm, should be sharpened enough,” he lifted the sharp implement in front of Merry’s face. Already the weapon had fresh blood at the tip,

“Now let’s get this over with. It’ll only hurt for a second. The faster I get this done with, the faster you can run away. I’m sure you want to do that, no?”

Merry’s eyes had trouble focusing, their vision swimming. Charlie chuckled at seeing them blink and try to focus their eyes on the weapon.

“Having trouble with your vision there? Feeling a bit weak?”

He pulled something red from his lapel and put it near Merry’s face. Which only served to make their vision blur more and their nose sting from the strong floral scent from earlier.

“Drugged roses. Ingenious idea created by yours truly. I find it helps to keep my clients from fighting back too much.”

Tears stinging at their eyes only served to further blur their vision, but still they blinked them away and forced their eyes to focus on the metal object stained with their blood.

Was that?-

A spirifer’s fork?

The realization dawned on them. What he was here for.

To steal their soul.

Before he could press the twin tines into the flesh of their wrist they lashed out and delivered a knee straight against his ribs. He stumbled back from them, his hand going to grab at where they had kicked, hissing in pain and fury.

“You! You prat! You could have just made this easy! Come here!” he snarled, dashing forward to grab Merry again.

Their mind was running a little slow from the drugged effect of the rose, but they managed to roll away from the part of the wall they had been at, dodging out of the way. They stumbled with the quick movement with their head still spinning though, falling backwards onto their rear. Within just the few seconds after their impact with the ground, Charlie leaped forward and pushed them fully to the ground. His growl was almost animalistic, reminding Merry of the grinning wolf mask he had worn when they first met.

Was it just mere coincidence or some cruel twist of fate that he had been a wolf and they, a sheep that night?

The world span and they had no room to process how it had happened as they now found themself on their stomach on the ground, the spirifer now pinning them down with his full weight and not just a single boot. Their vision flashed as something sharp slashed into their hip through their coat, definitely too sharp to be the spirifer’s fork from earlier. Either a dagger or a knife. They shrieked in pain as it slashed them again. A hand went to cover their mouth but they quickly latched onto it, biting his hand hard. Charlie screamed in pain in turn before stabbing them with the fork in the space where their shoulder and the side of their neck met.

Merry feared for their life and soul at that point, their vision flashing again as they felt blood dripping from multiple wounds and the fork stabbing into their skin.

Things would have been very different for them if, at that moment, a shot hadn’t rang out through the air and they hadn’t felt Charlie fall limp on them right afterwards, blood from a gunshot wound staining their back. Their breaths came out raggy and heavy as they laid there with the weight on their back. Their eyes rolled up lazily to watch as a woman came running up to their side, holding a still-smoking pistol.

“Are you alright, citizen?” She asked frantically, sounding out of breath herself.

Merry grunted in response, laying their head down on the pavement tiredly.

They felt the lady push the collapsed spirifer off their back and then help them to their feet, steadying them on her shoulder.

“Th- thanks-” Merry managed to breathe out.

“No worries. I’ll get you patched up once I get you back to the wagon.”

“Wh- who are you?”

“Name’s Shauna,” she spoke as she helped them steady themself before they walked back to the wagon she had come in, “I’m a shepard.”

“That’s.. That’s the group that takes down spirifers, correct?”

“Mhm. And that one was one of the ones I’ve been trying to track down for months. You should be the last one he ever uses to get souls.”

Merry glanced back over their shoulder at the crumpled body on the ground, now staining the stones red. Their eyes landed on the rose that had been on his lapel, now fallen to the ground and stained with blood the same color as it. They felt sick to their stomach at the thought that he had been sending them roses before this. They turned away as Shauna started to help them walk to the wagon.

“God… I hate roses…”

~~END~~

#content warnings listed in post #sorry if the format is weird. I wrote it formatted differently so it was weird getting it onto tumblr #my writing #beans rambles about ocs #fallen london oc

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