JUST WATCH HIM. death had no restrictions, no boundaries. for him to have died – it was merely a means to exist forever, wallowing in hatred at those who had wronged him. were he to stay ALONE, cry and weep for all of eternity — then who could BLAME HIM? the presence of one fellow being, they too broken and maimed, does not serve to bring him a warm welcome as before. the icy fingertips of decay had turned a heart of gold into stone; cold and null. let him grieve for a hundred years more, and then maybe he would THINK about co-operating. remains hunched, to an outsider it would seem only that this was a sad bear, a relic. what lurked within, however… he dare not move.
Tangled wire flexes, the machine clanking forwards, only freezing as the soft whir of the camera filled the backroom. The Mangle felt no real hatred anymore- it was love that brought about her fate && love that powered ( otherwise frazzled ) circuits. As electrical purring died down, the Mangle crept forwards again, never afraid of the bear, fear held no power over the fox, thoughts of spiders && the big bad wolf couldn’t haunt nightmares the fox couldn’t have. No dreams- no night terrors. Instead the child lurks && the fox calls out to the Fazbear again.
it’s a lonely life since becoming a decaying husk, a suit that once stood TALL AND PROUD bringing joy to children now nothing but a relic, left to collect dust. he likes to stay inside sometimes, keep to himself. it’s lonely but it’s home for him now, familiar – WARM. merging with the very thing that had left him this way, for some that was bleak. for him, it was right. the bear seems to almost BREATHE, a raspy breath of the child within, replicating the humanity once lost. a cycle destined to merely continue.
Nothing changed. Since the incident, the Fazbear animatronic only haunted children- an only Urban Legend as opposed to the Birthday treat for kids of all ages; the irony was bitter. A suit of joy- ruined, one boy’s fear infecting the circuits, spreading the false notion of danger through children’s minds. The Mangle had found comfort in her form, so crooked, plastic jaded under the touch of clawed fingers && yet, she found solace. A new home in the place she’d always loved. Yet the Fazber sulked.
still feels a pang of guilt coursing through his body, doesn’t like to involve others in his childish antics; let alone his own sister whom needed her own rest. reaches back to grasp at pillow, pulling it free from behind himself, lightly tossing it her way ( with intention of hitting her square in the face. )
❛ y’ain’t getting anymore. they’re still mine. ❜
“Or it’s a real thin wall.”
They spend all day together with each other anyway- his company never ceases to be enjoyable despite the circumstance. Barking out a surprise laugh as the soft rectangle hits her face on, hands guiding it behind her body seconds later; wriggling under his covers.
her words soothe a frantic mind, instilling peace that would not USUALLY come duringsuch nights. has to wonder if he can ever find it in himself to tell her how much she manages to help him, keep him calm. even nods at the offer, shifting gaze onto window, where curtains remain SHUT. dares not to open them at night ( it could let the monsters in! )
❛ i mean… yeah, it’d be cool. it’ll be nice to see it with somebody else for once. ❜
“Thin wall, huh??”
He’s not a talented liar- their Brother having been gifted the silver tongue; it’s like reading an open book at times, rationality never fading from her mind. Monsters aren’t real- but that doesn’t mean the dark isn’t scary. Smile lighting up the shadow fogged room, bony fingers gesture wildly to one of his many pillows ( assuming he won’t miss one!! ); already shuffling under cotton sheets.
“Gimme that!!! If we’re going to be here all night, I want some cover!!!”
even though he’s completely aware it’s her, francis can’t help but FLINCH at the movements, instinctively cowering away; fingers digging harsh in both fabric and plush. it takes a few seconds for COMPOSURE to return, and the moment he’s calm does a sigh of relief slip free.
❛ i don’t think i can… it’s too creepy. thank you though. you can go back to sleep if you wanna. ❜
“You weren’t, our rooms are just close together!!!”
Instead of taking offense to what could appear to be a lack of trust- the girl keeps a calm aura, knowing over-exposure to their cruel brother could leave a Monk tetchy.
“Nah, I’m fine. You wanna watch the sun come up, that’d be pretty cool right?”
