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Made of Love, Chapter 29

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Ship(s): Logicality, (platonic) Prinxiety

All Characters: Thomas, Virgil, Roman, Logan, Patton, Dr. Picani, Joan, Talyn, and Deceit

Synopsis: Humans Roman and Virgil get wrapped up in some serious magic business without meaning to. Their other companions aren’t exactly as they seem, either. Together they all must defeat a great threat for the safety of humanity.

Chapter Desc.: Thomas and Logan get some alone time.

TW: Cursing, body horror

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Trying to train Thomas was decidedly… difficult. Roman and Virgil weren’t experts. There was only so much someone with less than a year's experience can teach. Patton would come by every once in a while, but he didn’t feel all that comfortable leaving Logan by himself for too long. Not that anyone could blame him. Ever since the freezing fiasco, he started to look like a real hot mess. Also the glitching happened more frequently, which was in no way a good sign. Specifically the weird arm thing, and not the flickering in and out of existence. The flickering had yet to make a comeback, and Virgil hoped it would stay that way, but with their luck hope is all it would be.

They were running out of time.

Logan was running out of time.

“Oh, I’m going to die when this is over.” Virgil flopped face-first into his bed. He and Roman had to go outside and train Thomas soon. “No matter which way this goes I’m going to just keel over. And then I’ll be dead. Free from this mortal realm and all of its anguish.” It was too much stress for one person to handle. Yet it somehow kept getting worse.

“Calm down. You sound like me.” Roman shut his laptop. “Only one of us is allowed to hold all the theatrics in this relationship.”

Virgil wasn’t even going to question how Roman heard a word of that muffled ramble. He turned his head to see the chair Roman sat in. "What kind of dysfunctional relationship is this, exactly?"

"A symbiotic one."

"Like Venom?"

"With less vore, I hope."

Someone knocked on the door. Virgil rolled over and said they could come in.

“Here.” Logan handed Roman something. “You should probably get Thomas acquainted with this before we lose any more time.”

"Wow, yeah, hi. You have absolutely no sense of social —" Roman froze when he processed what he held in his hands. “This is…”

Virgil shot up in bed. “Why are you giving Thomas your sword?” He didn’t like the implication.

“He’s going to need something to defend himself,” Logan responded simply. “Might as well not let a good sword go to waste.”

The casualness of it might have been the worst part.

Still, they took it. What were they going to do? Argue with a dying man? Because whether they accepted it or not, Logan was dying. It was just a matter of circumstance if he officially kicked the bucket or not.

The two played hot potato with the sword, neither wanting to be the one to give it to Thomas (along with its connotations), but Virgil shoved it into Roman’s hand at the last minute. Before they made it out of the backyard, Roman decided to give it to him. If he didn’t do it now he wouldn’t do it later. Better to get it over with as fast as possible.

“Okay, uh, Thomas,” Roman started. “We sort of have something for you.” He handed the pommel over. “You’re going to have to start getting used to it.”

Thomas looked at it quizzically. “This,” he let out a nervous laugh, “this is Logan’s.” He looked at them like he expected them to admit this was a joke.

Roman could barely even manage a smile. “Yeah.” He continued walking.

Thomas didn’t move. He looked at Virgil, his eyes begging him to say there was some other reason.

Virgil had nothing to say.

Throughout all these days, Thomas hadn’t actually seen Logan glitch out before. He had no idea it even happened. No one thought to explain it; most of the time they tried to pretend it didn’t happen. So he had no idea about the severity of it all. Was it the smartest idea to keep it from him? Probably not. But it just sort of happened. And no one wanted to be the one to correct it. How would they? Not only would they have to admit keeping information from him, but they also had to admit things were worse than they seemed. No one wanted to admit that.

If they were silent on it, then maybe it wasn't that bad. Maybe they had a chance to fix this. Maybe each day they spent with no new leads would be okay. Something would come up. Something good would happen. It was blind, forced hope with a heavy helping of denial.

After they were done, Thomas gave the pommel to Virgil. “It’s still Logan’s,” he said quietly.

Virgil could have sworn it weighed more after that.

“Where’s Logan?” Virgil asked Patton after they came inside. Roman went off to edit some photos. Thomas went to his room to, well, probably to sulk if Virgil was being honest. He had been doing a lot of that. “I have something to give back to him.”

“Out on the deck.” Patton’s eyes were on the TV, though it didn’t seem he was processing what was going on. His thumb ran along his palm in one of his nervous habits.

Virgil didn’t need to see that to know Patton was anxious. He felt it almost as soon as he stepped in. “It’s freezing — why would he be out there?”

“He needs to cool down.”

Last time Virgil checked, Logan needed the exact opposite of that. “What do you mean?”

Patton’s eyes flicked over to him before returning to the TV. “You’ll see when you go out there.”

That was a bit ominous. Still, Virgil went out. He found Logan sitting in one of the chairs dressed as if summer was right around the corner. If the sky was clear and Virgil hadn’t gone outside, he might have believed that to be the case. Logan’s skin was flushed in addition to a gleam of sweat on his face. “Uh, hey. You doing good?” There was an obvious answer, but Virgil thought it polite to ask still.

“I’ve certainly been better.” Thin wisps of steam rolled off his body.

“Yeah, I get that. Uh —” he went to step closer, but stopped — “where are your glasses?”

Logan moved so that the opposite armrest could be seen. His glasses sat neatly on top of it.

“Alright, cool.” He took a seat on the other chair. “I have something of yours.” He fished the pommel out of his hoodie pocket and placed it on the armrest of Logan’s chair.

Logan turned it over in his hand. “He’ll have to get used to it eventually.”

“You don’t seem surprised he gave it back.”

“I assumed that would be the case. I think I know my —” he caught himself, placed the pommel back on the armrest, and adjusted, “Patton and I are fairly acquainted with Thomas considering the whole raising him thing. While it was mainly Picani at the forefront we were still there along the way. It’s easy to predict what someone might do once you’ve known them for so long."

Virgil hummed, decidedly ignoring the abrupt correction. “So when did this happen?” He waved a hand around Logan’s direction.

“A few minutes ago. Patton still has no sway over it so I decided to come out here to attempt to not have a heat stroke.”

“Only you would somehow find a way to die of heatstroke in the middle of winter.”

“While I’m flattered by the endearment, I don’t think it’ll be the heatstroke that kills me.”

Virgil adjusted his hoodie strings. “So do you know what’s causing this?”

“I can’t say for certain, but…”

“You have an idea.”

“A hypothesis, really." Logan sighed. "I can do three different types of magic. Fire, ice, electricity. It didn't cross my mind when I was freezing from the inside out, but now that it feels like my skin is melting off, I'm starting to suspect there's a reason. My body is reacting to my magic being used, but I don't have enough to protect me from the heat or coldness that manifests from those spells. Plus," he extended his left arm to Virgil, "this appears to have gotten worse since its first appearance."

His entire wrist had a solid black band around it. The length of his forearm was littered with what appeared to be dark bruises. Like large storm clouds attempting to block out the sky.

“That seems… bad.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Very astute.”

“Listen, I don’t know what you want me to say about this, this thing happening to you, alright? It’s fucked up and looks like some sort of bad omen.”

“I suppose you can think of it that way if you believe what Dolos said.”

Virgil grimaced. “Don’t remind me.”

Patton poked his head out. “Hey. Is everything, um, fine?” He tapped his fingers against the doorframe.

“I’m actually starting to cool down a little." Logan shrugged slightly. "So I suppose it’s as fine as it can be.”

“Right. Good. Um… I’ll leave you to it.” He left with a hesitant smile.

Logan stared at the door with a small frown.

Virgil looked at it curiously. “That seemed brief by Patton standards.”

“He just doesn’t like not being able to do anything.” He leaned his head back against the chair and closed his eyes. “I’m sure there’s also some awkwardness between the two of you still.”

Oh boy. Talk about an elephant in the room. “Is it wrong to still be a little mad?” Virgil decided to stare at the railing instead.

“Honestly, I’d be more surprised if you weren’t.” He directed his attention back to Virgil. “I love Patton, but I know he has a tendency to… overreact. Especially where his loved ones are concerned. It’s more than a little reasonable to be upset after getting blamed for everything.”

Virgil frowned. “The thing is, I don’t want to be upset. I understand why he did what he did. He had a shitty way of going about it, but it’s not like I can act like I’ve never had a bad reaction to something.” Yelling at Thomas was a pretty prime example of that. Something he still felt guilty for even after all these weeks.

“I’m not an expert on this, but it would appear you need to have a proper talk with him." He ran his finger over the intricate details of the pommel. "It may take some work to get back to where you used to be, though that doesn’t mean it’s not impossible. As long as you both want to get there.”

“You’re probably right.” Virgil pulled his sleeves over his hands. “Uh, I’ll leave you to it, I guess. I would prefer if you didn’t become a puddle of goop right after I leave.”

“I’ll see how it goes.”

Fair enough. Virgil slid the door open and walked inside. He was hit with anxiety strong enough to rival his own, causing him to pause before heading anywhere. Patton sat on the couch again, but with one of his legs pulled up to rest his head on top of his knee. His eyes were staring, unfocused, in the spot the coffee table used to be. Virgil wondered if this would be a good time to have a talk. Either it would be a good distraction for Patton, or just make things worse.

Before Virgil could properly weigh each option, he felt a vibration in his pocket. Weird. He didn’t get very many texts. He fished his phone out of his pocket as it continued to vibrate from the barrage of messages. They were all from the same contact, one Virgil recently dubbed, ‘That Bar Weirdo’. It seemed a fitting description.

Virgil

Look

Listen to me

I need you to listen to me

I did some snooping

Sort of in a bind

Okay I’m just going to call you

Virgil almost dropped his phone as it started vibrating intensely, the call screen popping up. He hurried to his room to not bother Patton with a one-sided conversation. Roman was sitting at the chair with his laptop. Right, of course. He left it in here. Rather than risk running out of time to go to Roman's room, Virgil answered the phone right there.

"Uh, what —?"

"Oh, thank God you picked up."

Virgil blinked. He noticed Roman lift his head and decided to turn on the speaker. Whatever the Theorist had to say he could say it to them both.

"I know I said I don't do calls but it'll be easier if I do it this way."

"What are you talking about?" Virgil kept an eye on Roman as he stood up to join him.

"Well first things first. The magic world sort of has rules. Unspoken rules that Magi are expected to follow. One of the important ones is to not let humans know magic exists. That's why I'm considered a black market Seer. I let anyone come to me to ask whatever they want and I give them real answers."

"This sounds like you're leading up to something big," Roman mentioned.

"Yeah, kind of." Something fell over. "Because I mean anyone can come and see me. Humans, shifters… one of Altair's men…"

"I'm sorry — what?" Roman jerked Virgil's phone closer to him.

Virgil jerked it back, giving Roman an annoyed look. "Men? What do you mean men?"

"God. Right. You two don't know anything. Okay, so back when Altair first started becoming a nuisance he had a large following. Magi of all kinds joined him for a chance to live without hiding. But over time their numbers dwindled. I personally thought none were left, but I guess a few decided to stick around."

“So what does that mean for you?”

“One of them came to see me earlier. He asked a pretty mundane question, but when I looked into his timeline, I saw who he was. And maybe I sort of did a little bit of a dumb thing and… tried to look for Altair through his timeline.”

“Why was that dumb?” Roman gazed at the phone curiously.

He shifted. “Apparently Altair was three steps ahead of me. He’s locked all recent references towards him.”

“Locked?”

“How do you lock something like that?” Virgil asked.

“If you’re a madman with stolen magic anything is possible. Magic types are a lot easier to manipulate and combine than you realize. As far as I could tell, it was sort of like antivirus software for a computer. Which makes me the virus, I guess. Recent memories on Altair and where he is are behind a protective wall so people like me can't poke in easily. The guy figured out what I was trying to do almost as soon as I started looking. Apparently, that's a big no-no."

"So you're running away?" Roman asked.

"A little bit, yeah. I would appreciate it if you two came to help me out. Maybe bring that Machai with you — Patton, was it? He's good at killing, that could come in handy."

"Woah, hold it. No one's killing anything yet." Virgil scowled at his phone. "Just text me where you are and we'll be there as soon as possible."

"Sounds like a deal."

They hung up.

Virgil rubbed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I hoped today would at least be a little normal."

"You're asking for too much." Roman headed for the door.

"Apparently."

When they entered the living room, they found Patton and Logan talking. Logan didn’t look like he would melt into a pile of flesh anymore, but he was drenched in sweat. Which was gross, obviously, but a hundred times better than being dead. Patton appeared more worried than relieved, however.

"We hate to interrupt," Roman announced. "But there's sort of a pressing issue."

"What kind of pressing issue?" Logan asked.

Virgil frowned at the address. It was two cities over. "The Theorist needs our help and we have to leave right now to get to him before anyone else does. We might need some backup."

"I'll go." Patton looked at Logan. "You should probably stay here. Not that I don't think you can't handle it —"

"I'm not going anywhere." Logan gave him a soft smile. "I don't think I could if I wanted to."

Patton returned it. "So where are we going?"

Thomas laid face first in his pillow for a very, very long time. He felt like garbage. Most of that had to do with still not giving Logan a proper apology. It had already been a few days — he should have done it by now. He should have done it the day it happened. What made him feel worse was that he apparently never learned his lesson. And he hadn’t even made a proper apology then. He knew the longer he waited the less likely it would be that he said anything. He couldn’t go without saying anything this time. Especially if the last thing Logan remembered of him was…

Groaning, Thomas flipped over. From the moment Logan’s sword entered his hand he realized he had to act fast. He wasn’t dumb. He knew bad things were happening that no one wanted to admit to him. He’s been treated like a kid long enough to know when adults are hiding something. (Though it felt a little weird to label Virgil and Roman as adults because while, yes, by human standards they are adults, Thomas was older than them by a few decades.) He couldn’t say for sure what it was they were hiding, but he knew it had to do with Logan and how little time he had left.

“Why am I like this?” He pressed his hands to his eyes. “What’s so difficult about saying sorry? It should be easy, right?” He threw his hands to the side. “I’ve already done it. I just have to make it better.” A lot better. He never apologized last time, which meant this time he had to make sure Logan knew how sorry he was. He wouldn’t allow it to become another regret.

He sat up and swung his legs off the bed. Before he got up, his eyes caught sight of the photograph on his nightstand. The one of Picani and him from the broken picture frame. It was scratched, but not enough to ruin the whole thing. If anything it emphasized the photo's age. Thomas picked it up and turned it over. On the back was Picani's messy writing.

Old Lane Park. July 1993

Thomas remembered that day pretty well. There was a mural in the park that everyone was allowed to contribute to. So of course Thomas had to go. A huge event was made out of it. There were a lot of people and vendors even though it was a blistering summer day. He ended up helping a few younger kids with what they wanted to paint. Picani used to take a lot of pictures back then, so there was more evidence of this day somewhere in the house. Someone offered to take a picture of both of them.

That mural was painted over last year. Those kids were all adults now.

But Picani and Thomas were still the same.

They would always be a constant in an ever-changing world. Things may come and go, but at least they had each other. It only took Thomas half his lifetime to realize that. Even then it could still be hard to remember. It was easy to focus on what he could have had rather than what he did have.

It wasn’t fair to anyone involved.

Thomas put the photo back with a sigh. He couldn’t focus on that right now; he had something to do. He pushed himself off the bed and walked downstairs. The first thing that threw him off was the silence. It wasn’t ever quiet with all of them in the house. Did they leave? They wouldn't leave him alone, would they?

He quelled his rising panic when he spotted Logan sitting on the loveseat. Well — the panic about being left alone was gone. The panic about facing the music hadn't gone anywhere.

On the bright side, it didn't seem Logan noticed him yet. He was curled up in his corner, scribbling in his notebook. He had on the flannel Thomas picked out rather than the sweater he wore earlier. His hair looked somewhat in order which meant he took a shower. That explained the wardrobe change.

Standing around observing every detail instead of saying anything seemed to be enough to catch Logan’s attention. He stopped scribbling to look up. "Did you need something?"

Thomas jumped. "Uh, no. I-I mean —" he fidgeted with his hands — "not right now. I, um, I'm… gonna be over here." He awkwardly shuffled to the kitchen. This wasn't off to a good start. He opened the snack cupboard just to make it seem like he had a purpose for being in here. Nothing in there grabbed his attention, his stomach churning with nervousness, but he took the animal crackers anyway and sat at the breakfast bar. “Where’s everyone else?”

Logan turned back to his notebook. “There was an emergency they needed to take care of.”

“You didn’t go with them?”

“No.”

Thomas wanted to question that further but figured it was best not to. Logan never gave basic answers unless there was a reason. Instead, he tried to figure out a way to go about the real purpose he was down here. It proved to be difficult to bring it up organically.

“I don’t believe you can open a container by trying to crush it like that.” Logan’s eyes were on him again. “At least not without also crushing your animal crackers.”

Thomas loosened his grip. His palms were sweaty.

“Is there something on your mind?” He closed his notebook.

“Um,” Thomas set the animal crackers down, “sort of?”

Logan raised a brow. “What do you mean by ‘sort of’?” He walked over.

“I mean…” It was now or never. “I’m an idiot.”

He blinked. “I’m not entirely sure how you came to that conclusion, but —”

“No.” He ran his hands through his hair. “That’s not the issue. Well, it is, but not the one I’m trying to focus on.” Why was this so hard? “Okay, let me start over.” This should be easy. Why wasn’t it easy? He was being genuine — he wanted so badly to make up for what he did — it shouldn’t have been so difficult. “I’m sorry.”

That didn't appear to clear up any confusion. “Sorry for what?”

“For what I said to you.” His throat started to burn. “I never should have thought it was okay. There’s no excuse for it, and I'm… I’m just so sorry.” He should have done this sooner. He shouldn’t have let it fester between them.

“It’s alright —”

“But it’s not. It’s — it’s so very far from alright. I said something stupid and hurtful and you’re never going to forget that. You didn’t do anything to deserve it. All you’ve ever done is care for me and make sure I’m okay. It seems all I’ve ever done is make you feel bad.” That extended to Picani as well. There were countless times where Thomas prodded where he shouldn’t have. He never meant to, but he was an idiot and it always seemed justified in the heat of the moment.

“I know it doesn’t make up for anything,” he continued, on the verge of tears. “I could say sorry all day but it doesn’t prove that I learned anything. And why would you think I have? We’ve been down this road before — Picani and I.” It was one of his biggest regrets. He never gave an actual, spoken apology then. He just sort of ignored it until the sting went away. “I’m sorry about that. I’m sorry about this. It was wrong and I understand if… if…” He tried not to cry. It wasn’t something he deserved to be upset about. “If you hate me or don’t forgive me or, or —”

"Thomas." Logan put his hands on his shoulders. Thomas shut his mouth immediately. "I don’t want you to think that I would ever hate you. You're my… you're family." He held up his left hand. "Do you remember when I told you about this?" A long, faded scar ran across his palm. Thomas nodded. “This is what hate is — what it does — and I’m never going to do anything like that to you. It’s okay if you make mistakes. You’re a child and you’re learning. As long as you recognize what you did was wrong, you are deserving of forgiveness.”

Thomas didn't hesitate to throw his arms around Logan and squeeze him tight. Fast and messy apologies flew out almost as quickly as his tears. He didn't think he could say sorry enough.

Logan just held him. He murmured calming words and assured Thomas he was forgiven.

Once the round of tears was over, Thomas pulled away. He felt a little less like garbage now. At least he didn't have this specific weight on him anymore.

"I'm always here for you." Logan brushed Thomas's bangs out of his face. "All of us are."

Thomas smiled. "Thanks, Da —" he almost literally bit his tongue — "Logan."

Logan returned the smile and (thankfully) ignored the slip-up. Before he could get out another word, he let out a sharp gasp. His eyes widened in panic as he frantically tugged one of his sleeves over his hand. "I-I hate to cut this short, but I should — I need a minute." He tried to inch his way out of the kitchen.

"Are you okay?"

"Fine," he answered through clenched teeth. "Don't worry." But as soon as the words left his mouth, he collapsed to his knees.

"Logan!" Thomas rushed over to him.

“Don’t. I’m, I’m fine.” He didn’t sound or look fine. He kept his left hand clutched to his chest and out of Thomas’s sight. “J-just give me a —”

A scream got caught in the back of Thomas’s throat. Logan vanished right in front of his eyes. What the hell happened? What did this mean? What should he do? Should he do anything? Should he call Patton? He should call Patton. Patton was normally the one who had the phone, right? What was going on? This didn’t make any sense. He couldn’t lose Logan like this. What was he supposed to do without him? What would he tell Patton? What would —?

Logan returned with a pained hiss. He was now sprawled on his back, grimacing at the ceiling.

“Logan!” He grabbed his hand. “Are you okay? What’s happening to you?”

“That’s a bit difficult to explain.” He groaned. “Look, I’m going to be —”

He disappeared again. Thomas flexed his fingers. There was nothing there at all. Not even a slight feeling. Logan was disappearing — actually disappearing. It wasn’t some sort of illusion or trick. His whole body was vanishing. But where was he going? How was it happening? He can’t just vanish into thin air. That wasn’t possible. This isn’t possible. It can’t be happening. It can’t, it can’t, it can’t, it can’t.

“What am I supposed to do?” Thomas grabbed Logan’s arm when he came back this time. As if maybe holding onto more of him would make him stay. “How can I help you?”

“Don’t, I’m —” He didn't even get to finish a sentence this time.

Thomas clenched his fists. He didn’t like that feeling. It wasn’t like someone was ripping Logan’s arm away from his grasp. It was just… gone. No movement. Like it never existed in the first place. That was probably the scariest part. If Logan vanished for good then it would be like he never existed at all. There would be no trace of him left. Thomas couldn't handle that. The idea of Logan being gone was still a foreign concept. But now it was here and the threat was very real. What if this was it? The last day any of them would ever see Logan?

He shut his eyes tight. He couldn't freak out right now. That wouldn't be helpful. But he didn't even have any idea on what would be helpful. He didn't know what to do. This was wrong. It shouldn't be happening. None of this should be happening. It was like some horrible dream. A nightmare. Logan couldn't just be gone like this. He needed Logan. They all needed Logan. If Logan was gone then there was no more Picani. If there was no more Picani then Thomas lost a guardian. Patton lost the one person who's been with him almost his whole life. What were they supposed to do without him? How could they have let it get to this point?

"Thomas. Breathe. I'm right here."

Thomas opened his eyes. How long had it been?

Logan was sitting up. "I'm okay. I'm not going anywhere." He looked exhausted and in pain, but all his focus was on Thomas. "Come on. Let's get off the floor." He clambered to his feet and held out his hand to help Thomas up.

Thomas took it, not knowing what else to do.

They made their way to the couch where Logan helped to calm Thomas down. It wasn't… it shouldn't have been this way. Logan just went through an excruciating dilemma, he shouldn't have to focus on Thomas. He shouldn’t have to pretend he wasn’t hurt just for Thomas’s sake. It wasn’t fair. But Thomas couldn't voice his thoughts. He was underwater and any attempt to speak filled his lungs.

Once he wasn't overly panicky anymore, Thomas decided to put on Animaniacs to have something that didn’t require a lot of brainpower to process. Not that he watched most of it, anyway. Most of his attention was on Logan. He stayed curled up on his corner of the couch and dismissed Thomas’s suggestions of going to lie down. He needed to make sure Thomas would be okay. Because that was his priority for some reason.

It wasn’t like his body kept disappearing into the void or anything.

He fell asleep by the third episode, though. It didn’t bring Thomas any peace of mind, but at least he was resting. He took out his phone and sent a text to Patton. Hopefully whatever they were doing would end soon. He didn’t like being so helpless and lost. He wanted to be able to do something. He couldn’t wait around any more. This was serious and they needed all the help they could get — that included him.

He was going to fix this.

#its been so long #sanders sides #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #logicality #platonic prinxiety #body horror tw #made of love

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froggies-bloggies · 6 years

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Unedited Recap and Review of the New FNAF Book So Far

So I don’t post about Five Nights at Freddy's a lot. It’s always something I’ve kept up with and spent to much money on, but I know that it’s not something a lot of my followers are vying to see so I never post about it, so saying that. I recently picked up the newest book in the FNAF series, it’s supposed to be the last of it’s kind and while I am disappointed because I like the characters I tend to dislike being strung along with no conclusion to a story over a long period of time *cough cough*.

I’m about half-way through The Fourth Closet at the moment. I’m subbed to a few channels who talk about FNAF but they’ve been focusing on custom nights which is perfectly fine and I look forward to them keeping their promises of reading it as soon as they’re done playing UCN. The thing is...

This book is brutal. I have found places in the other two books where I said to myself ‘Scott does know it’ll be mostly kids reading this right?’ but oh boy does this book talk about gore and dark themes in a way that I never expected

Heavy spoilers under the cut

While I can’t lie and say this will be the end all or be all review or because I haven’t finished it or something I thought was like one thing turned out to be another, this will just be some of my thoughts on what’s going on because I just need to get all my thoughts out or I don’t think I’ll sleep tonight

(Just for reference this is written after finishing chapter 8)

So let’s start with the initial impression

First off, I was disappointed the POV was John’s for all of about one chapter. He hasn’t ever been a favorite of mine until this book. Reading about Charlie from his POV was so fun and exciting that I felt like I was apart of the coolest conspiracy in the world. Then Charlie shows up and like you just know it isn’t her at all from the first description that any charter gives to her. It’s crazy that Jessica just saying the Charlie was so distraught over the fact that John wouldn’t talk to her. You know, after ignoring him for forever, and every single thing just added on top of it. Her heels, the idea of her dressing up to meet her friends, the absence of nervous ticks. I mean I guess you could count the arm thing as a nervous tick but I wouldn’t.

To skip a’head’ a bit, I find it really interesting that Theodore’s head started singing. First off, what power source is he operating under? Not to mention Charlie ripped him up in the last book. It also is weird to me that he started speaking in the first place. Why give that location. Why help at all? I’d like to think it was because there’s a part of him that wants to help Charlie, despite the fact that I’m big time assuming she’s an animatronic. (I feel like that’s the big reveal to a lot of things now-a-days.) I can’t imagine Theodore is possessed, or any of the other little ‘bots Charlie had running around, it’s just rather interesting. Also why specifically there? Why Aunt Jen?

Skip ahead again. I never ever thought I would read what I did during all of the Aunt Jen business. First off, this whole section just read off to me as actually being frightening. We’ve read Aunt Jen before. Never before has she been running from a copy of her ‘niece’ that I was very scared was actually going to murder her. Jen just seemed so cold, so... unhinged when talking to John and Jessica, her talking about a secret she was going to never share but entertaining them? It completely reads off as a person knowing they’re going to give their final moments of life up soon and being on the run from it. So when ‘Charlie’ comes knocking she sends them off into this bedroom, but before he makes it John finds the endoskeleton that Charlies father used to kill himself hanging in the closet. That’s jarring. The way in the first book it was described as twitching and always seeming like it’s in pain? Awful hated that..

So they try to keep quiet in this house, this house in the middle of a ghost town that holds one women with to many secrets, two young adults who are just trying to find out where their friend went, and one animatronic that is described as throwing Jen and as she tries to claw herself away from her death, drags her back and gives the woman her final words, before RIPPING HER STOMACH OPEN. Her final words were admitting her love for her long lost niece. Or is she?

The two friends then find their missing friend in a box... Not to mention from the few little cut scenes we’ve been given, her thoughts sound exactly like the other animatronic lump who’s also in pain. Then another terrifying thing happens, Jessica opens the window while John hides in the closet which Jessica then joins them in and ‘Charlie’ vaults out the window at a breakneck speed and then giggles while jumping. It’s.. wild and the tone is just so dark but in a way where you almost feel like you’re at a twisted carnival but aren’t sure what to make of the acts, are you supposed to scream and struggle or laugh in horror?

So supposedly this Charlie they got from Aunt Jen’s weird cowboy home is the real Charlie. I haven’t fully decided whether I believe this or not so uhh, we’ll, for the sake of this long long post assume she is.

So John and Jessica take their friend Charlie back to John’s place and Charlie like naps forever

Also I forgot to mention Clay ended up in the hospital because Baby beat him up, ok I guess there a few things I forgot to mention, First there are a lot of clowns chillin in the town, though despite what Scott might think I would assume a lot less people then I imagined while reading this book would appear in front of a children's establishment dressed like a clown. That just seems like a really really bad idea on so many levels, like on a surface level I’m sure it’s probably being used as like a cover up for the kidnappings but what kind of adult thinks that sounds like a solid idea?!? Anyways baby is in town and is beating up the local sheriff. I figured I would share this with you because when ‘The woman who appeared clown like with graceful feminine movements’ (or something along those lines) is described I figured it was Ballora. It wasn’t. Also before he ended up in the hospital, Ella was actually mention and did more then chill in the closet for like all of the book so that was cool.

Anyways though, skipping ahead past a scene where ‘Charlie’ traipses around John’s apartment looking for Charlie but doesn’t find her, and the dinner where ‘Charlie’ is given conformation by John to definitely know that ‘Charlie’ killed Jen, and they be known everything that’s going on, let move onto the scene where Jessica hops into ‘Charlies’ car. Follows her to baby’s circus world and then promptly gets vored by ‘Charlie’.

So, ‘Charlie’ turns out to be Baby... Which is already weird as is, even weirder is that they describe her as being regular people sized which is actually spooky on so many levels like, move over horror movies, Baby being people sized is way worse then you’ll ever be. Then she like rants about never being Afton’s favorite, and then describes grabbing Afton’s daughter with the claw and says she shares her memories but she has Charlies memories? Maybe Charlie is Afton’s daughter but then the Sammy stuff doesn’t make much sense? So Now I’m just confused about all of that??? Plus there like evidence that Henry lost one of his two kids??? ANyways moving on.

So while Jessica is listening to all of this stuff she’s slowly untying herself from this chair because baby spit her out I guess, and when she finally gets free she opens a closet door and out pops good old lovely Dave! Who dances a jig and sings a song? It’s actually kind of cute for such an awful dirt bag, oh except he was fake. Then out pops old man metal face himself. Scott Caw William Afton! So after Jessica gets a fun look at his gross body filled with metal and pain, you start to realize Afton was definitely a theater major and he needs some help. So he starts on this monologue as Jessica complains she really doesn’t care about him or his life story, several things happen that are bad. The first is that Afton reveals that the wriggling mass that cried out about being in pain that you see rather infrequently is actually all of the OG (Golden Freddy, Foxy, ect ect) animatronics that he’s keeping together by constantly burning them together. Yeah, dead kids souls are constantly in pain and being burned and melted together, and wow first of all that was awful. The second awful thing Afton does is describe that he is running from death and to do that he’s fusing his body with all of the bodies of the dead children he murdered... Great. And Finally the worst thing he does, is make you sit through reading as Baby cuts out his kidney and then puts in into the mass that is still twitching to get away from him.

I don’t even know how to describe how awful it is to think that this greedy violent disgusting man could continue to be just the worst person on earth by pushing himself AGAIN on the children he hurt.

And that’s where I took a break for today... So far 10/10 would read again. Thanks for reading! Don’t forget to smash that like and subscribe button! And make sure you hit that notification bell to be alerted anytime I post a new vide0!

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ALL MY EGG (and for the four names: jae, killer kang, minhyuk (whichever one), and santa

deadass i did the 100 questions ask meme for this ask and almost posted it rip

🐰 what is one secret that you’ve never told anyone?

theres literally nothing i dont even know what to say ????

💗 if you could hug anyone, who would it be?

not 2 be delusional but i would give up my world to hug changkyun

🐹 what are some of your favourite Pokémon and why?

glaceon is UP THERE idk why honestly but the sinnoh games were my first and i just??? i was really into ice and snow and shit u know so glaceon... thakn u

another pkmn ill always have is lucario ????? its just so cool?????

🌠 if you were in charge of the world, what would the world look like?

hopefully forgiveness and like???? acknowledging mistakes and learning from those u know jst positive stuff and like?? water. god i love water

👀 what was the most recent vivid dream that you had?

hm okay i think this one was from last night or the night b4??? and like???? idk???? i dont even know how 2 start tbh?

so im like hanging over at this two kid’s im a kid 2 i think place and idk we just talk and shit??? idk whomst the boys were tho

and then we get to a scene where its like??? at a train station???? and i go to the washroom to shit or smth idk thankfully i didnt shit myself irl

then i have to get onto the train which isnt even a train its like a carousel with seats??? and its like on a train track boys this is 2 much and i forgot to get ready my train card thing so the guy (who i was p sure was evil) waited for me to remove it so i got onto the transportation device lmao

and then once im seated i remember i forgot my jacket so i make like hand movements 2 the creep and hes runnig 2 me with my jakcet but the ride’s way too fast so i yell and say ill come back for it even tho im p sure i wasnt going 2

after that i wke up wild

☀️ what do you like the most about your best friend?

i dont have a best friend and all of my friends have their own unique qualities if i went into a rant abt them rn this will b so long

😘 talk about your crush or partner

[minhyuk voice] theres none

💁 if someone was rude to you, would you be rude back?

ya bc im petty but it really depends on the person

🌟 what do you like about yourself? (must choose at least 3 things!)

my personality (the good parts)

my values

my taste in friends (my Big Friends are either geminis or scorpios good)

🐾 what are you scared of most? how will you overcome it?

the dark and bitch isnt gonna turn off her night light any time soon

🎁 what never fails to make you happy?

seeing my favourite happy, listening to the music i like

💙 what annoys you about some people?

i jjust went into a full out rant abt this on the other reply so ill be quiet now

😤 do you get angry easily?

yeahhhhh

🐇 what do you always daydream about?

my faves tbh

🌻 if you could change 3 things about the world what would you change?

bad people , gone.

everybody only sends love and happy things on anon

i just want everyone 2 b nice & friendly wars of any sort dont exist and no one wants anybody dead

🍓 send me 4 names: kiss, befriend, kill or marry?

if u sent jae’s name earlier id have trouble so im glad

kiss: tihis is so fucking embarrassing wtf minhyku (mx) but only on the cheek basically everywhere except the lips or anyplace weird

befriend: brian :-0

kill: jae goodbye loser

marry: sanha we can yell every time we gotta turn the lights off

✈️ what is your dream city and why?

tokyo bc its NICE

☕️ talk about your ideal day

cant read

🌸 are you an introvert, ambivert or extrovert?

i suddenly thought of the word ambivore which made me think of the word vore i wanna delete im a both? mayb idk

💧 when was the last time you cried?

nov 3 bc my heart hurts whenever i see ppl being a bad friend

🎵 name 5 songs you love at the moment

oh worm

all alone - day6

with you - astro

dramarama - mx (even though it isnt out yet lmao)

run - bts (the superior bts song)

hellevator - / (i was rly gonna make this mixed languages but rip)

⚡️ if you had any superpower, what would it be and why?

to fly bc im basic

💛 if you could talk to your younger self, what would you say?

dont do that

💚 who are you jealous of and why?

nobody in general?????????

💎 which one would you rather have more of: intelligence, beauty, kindness, wealth or bravery? why?

intelligence i have 2 live somehow what if my money gets stolen

🙊 what are you ashamed of?

my humor

🌺 which languages do you know? which do you want to learn?

i (barely) know chinese despite having 2 take it all my life legends only

i know english but im bad at that 2 and its my first language once again legends only

i wanna learn japanese and korean

🍀 if you could be any fictional character’s best friend/lover, which fictional character would you be?

the cow from voltron

☁️ talk about your dream universe.

weve already discussed this

💜 which acts of kindness are you going to do today?

oh w-0rm ok so im a regular anon on this persons blog and i wanted to send an ask but never got arnd doing it so im gonna send her one. soon/

🐬 if you could transform into any animal/magical creature, what would you be and why?

let me live my life as a furry and cat

🍄 talk about someone/something you really dislike

are u ready 4 me to b the meanest person yet bc i sure am lets fucking go

so theres this girl. and i know her (unfortunately) and ive known her since like 4 years ago and back then she was already pretty shit tbh

she cried bc she had to sit in between the “weird” and “dirty” girls in our class and she headass cried in front of them and everyone just bc she didnt like the arrangement?? shes called the “dirty” girl disgusting before and has made fun of her in front of everybody its just bad :-/

now. fast forward 3 years and in addition to still being disrespectful and rude, she now vocalizes her weird fantasies for her “oppas”??? some examples:

“when i go watch __ perform im gonna climb onto stage and then my mother and my future husband will fight for me” and she calls those kpop idols weird shit and basically sexualizes them/???? she says the weirdest fucking shit on her ig story and tags them???????

another thing. she went to korea nd took a picture of a complete stranger and posted it on her public ig and called him her “oppa” and said that they had a “fun day together” despite the guy not knowing her at all???? she posted the pic of him??? i still dont get it tbh

she wasnt even being ironic at all??? she calls herself & classmates “autistic” whenever she/others do smth dumb or mess up and its just sososososo fucking wrong

being one of the people to see how shes basically grown from bad to worse is something i dont fucking enjoy and i jsut want to leave my class already lmao

ok but there are times where i do appreciate her because sometimes the class will be rly quiet and the teacher is basically talking 2 themselves but she’ll always respond w/o fail so thats great but its only bc she talks so damn much

i just got a flashback to when she “jokingly” said she wanted to be a trainee for the rest of her life how do i just. god

😣 talk about some things that have been making you depressed/angry/anxious lately

we’ve once again already discussed this

🍪 what did you want to be as a kid, and what do you want to be now?

i wanted to be various things honestly?? ranging from an astronaut to a vet to an editor to an animator to other stuff i get influenced pretty easily so if i watch smth and i think its cool ill want 2 be that i guess?? ive been trying 2 get rid of that habit so now i have no clue what i wanna be

🍰 what are some of your favourite sugary foods?

sweets and chocolate cake

🍑 what are you obsessed with?

drinking water and staying hydrated

making my friends laugh is great 2

💘 what happens to you when you’re stressed?

acne LMAO

😪 what are you sick of?

the usual

🙀 are you an adrenaline seeker?

i love scouting on sif and bandori so yeah

💥 what are some unpopular opinions that you have?

lets not

☔️ would you consider yourself a good person?

to a certain extent

😊 what do you like to do as hobbies?

use my phone???? send nice anons and comment on art/fics

🎤 what’s the last song you hummed or sang by yourself?

none

🐝 what’s your worst trait? how are you planning to improve it?

my tolerance for ppl’s shit is so low

🎨 what do you always doodle when you’re bored?

my ocs

🐻 what’s stopping you from chasing your dreams?

i dont have a dream hence myself

🌷 what’s your mbti personality and why do you think it suits you?

infpt i dont rmb shit but yeah

🐶 send me 3 fictional people and I’ll choose my favourite!

falen i dont rmb what u sent

👑 who are your favourite celebrities and why?

i dont follow any :-o zendaya has had my heart ever since shake it off tho

🐴 opinion on day6?

ur rly gonna do this 2m e?

all alone just started playng this is terrible lets get it

so day6. a band i only found out about in late june (thank u boxy) and before this i only ever listened to bts and mx bc my friends stan them so i thought i was gonna expect boys dancing, the usual.

i clicked i smile and i lost my fucking shit as soon as i saw the instruments because prior to day6 i was a big 5sos fan so this was rly resonating to me tbh and i was just !!! so fukcng excited??? i never intended to even get into day6 honestly??? but after witnessing how good they are and watching about all of the available mvs at that point i was completely in awe so i caved a created a stan twitter for them.

now, this isnt even the most of it. after becoming a fan i realized how much more these 5 boys are. they compose (if im not wrong) and brian writes lyrics for the songs each month because of their everyday6 project and again, im wow-ed because??? the amount of dedication???? they went from releasing 2 title tracks in 2 years to releasing 12 title tracks and 12 bside tracks in a single year. they havent released the december song yet but haviing to work on 2 or more songs in 4 weeks is fucking amazing if you ask me.

theyre really talented and theyre just so versatile (am i using that word correctly) and each month their songs sound different. this project has given them the opportunity to try new things and you can hear the steady improvement in each of their vocals (dowoonie not so much since he barely gets lines, but we all know hes working hard) and if you listen to their debut song - kongchu and compare it to the version they released along with sunrise it just???? the drumming has even changed from the original version nd its so noticeable that whenever i hear kongchu from 2015 i know its the old ver

to add to those, they do vlives every week and although those vlives are always scheduled it still makes my day seeing them and watching them do the usual.

one thing im upset about is that how they barely promote themselves, they rarely get on variety shows (the most is individual schedules) and we, as mydays never really get to know the boys so its harder to fall for them as a whole. i dont know if its jyp or day6′s decision but if this is how they want to be known for - their music only, then so be it. we still have jae’s presence on youtube, music access and asc. thats the most we can get and it makes it difficult for us to learn about the rest but thats okay.

another thing. their concerts are something i always look forward to (even though my interest has died down a bit;) their concerts are just so fun to listen to?? there’ll always be mydays who stream the concert so everyone else can listen to them play and they sound so good live it drives me crazy. mydays are always so hyped and whenever mydays sing along it just gives me goosebumps??? bc theyre so???? good?????

tldr; day6 deserve more, following wise and promotions wise because they work so hard and once this project ends i hope they’ll manage to rest but still remain as a presence that will be known instead of returning to jyp’s dungeon.

🍋 do you consider yourself an emotional person?

there are days where i am more emotional than usual

📚 share 3 books that you love and your favourite quote from them.

this is tiring

😔 what do you always do when you feel sad? does it help?

i sleep and boy it really helps

😌 what thoughts keep you going when you’re sad?

rest

🌍 which country do you live in?

singapore

🐧 describe yourself in 3 words

lame funny swag

🐵 which quotes changed you?

“rocky swag” - park minhyuk, 2017

💭 do you keep a diary?

nope

💫 who inspires you?

brian kang

👻 do you believe in ghosts and why?

yes bc i love losing sleep

🎀 what’s your fashion sense like?

terrible

🎬 what are some of your favourite films?

i watched spiderman homecoming and i have no idea why i didnt see the plot twist coming but its GOOD watch it

🍦 what is one treasured childhood memory?

theres none lads

🐼 if you could meet anyone, who would it be and why?

all my internet buddies but sometimes i dont want to bc im kinda....gross

#softshouyous #asks #if anybody actually read all through all of this.... thank u.#FALEN THAKNK U FOR ASKING I LOVE U

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