⧼🎩⧽ ץ๏ย ςคภ'Շ єรςคקє ๓є ⧼🎩⧽
◆ ⊰ 🕔 🔦 my flashlight’s on 🔦 🕔 ⊱ ◆
✧･ﾟ:* Such LITTLE arms & such LITTLE legs he had … it would have been a m i r a c l e if they weren’t broken by the end of the night. Those limbs were so often 「 P U S H E D 」 to their limits; RUNNING AWAY from the children that s c o r n e d him for the FEAR he couldn’t help. Could the bone & the muscle SAVE HIM this time though ? Could he escape the bloodlust that would never be satisfied no matter HOW much he hurt ?*:･ﾟ✧
「 HE CAN’T. 」
✧･ﾟ:* The KNIVES upon the monster’s hands cut through the black & grey upon the frail frame; past the cloth & into the pale flesh. 「NO ONE 」; not even the strongest person in the world would have resisted the primal urge to SCREAM. Surely, a small child would have wept & he would indeed WEEP. Loud SOBS prevailed as hands gave way to the vocalization of PAIN. Did he DARE to look down ? Did he really want to look down ?*:･ﾟ✧
✧･ﾟ:* HE DIDN’T … but instinct won over & his teary eyes shifted their gaze, focusing themselves upon the METAL that dug deep down into the skin. A grisly sight that no one, especially not a child deserved to see … but he once again squeezed his eye shut & let out choked gasps as yet 「ANOTHER BLOW 」 came. What was left now were a GAPING hole; torn edges bordering mutilated muscle & blood soaked viscera. *:･ﾟ✧
FUN ? ! The Nightmare thought this was FUN ? !
「 WHAT GAME DID IT THINK IT’S PLAYING ? 」 !
★ ⊰ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ⊱ ★ — ❛ Nooo ! No no NO ! ❜
★ ⊰ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ⊱ ★ — ❛
I’m NOT having fun !
This ISN’T fun at all !
❜
◆ ⊰ 🎈 🎂 stay up ‘til dawn 🎂 🎈 ⊱ ◆
There was no way he was going to stop so soon. The thrill of the hunt was just too much, the cries && pleas too satisfying … && the blood …
It was everywhere. Staining the walls, the carpet, splattered on the animatronic’s face && the victim’s body. The sight of it was practically hypnotizing, lulling Fredbear into a state of insatiable bloodlust. He wanted to kill the other.. He wanted to so badly. But eh couldn’t bear to do it so quickly, without any fun …
“There’s no point in begging me to stop. I’VE ONLY JUST BEGUN.”
The animatronic sang mockingly, his eyes meeting the other’s agonized gaze.
“Now tell me, if you think THAT was painful, how does THIS feel?”
Without hesitation, the animatronic sank his razor-sharp teeth into his victim’s arm, pulling his head back roughly && hoping to hear the glorious most satisfying sound of flesh ripping apart.
“ Indeed. “
Fredbear responded, slightly confused at what the anonymous guest was hinting at. This WAS meant to be a show for CHILDREN, after all, or at least it was supposed to seem like it at first. Strangely enough, the anon’s words not only made him thirst for blood, but made IRRITATION run through the animatronic’s mechanical veins. Irritation towards them, that, if satiated, would surely grow into an irritation towards every living being he came across. Taking a step closer, he locked his gaze with the grayface’s, the permanently smiling mouth opening widely, threateningly. He wasn’t even attempting to hide the amount of lust for their own blood they caused as he raised his claws, swiftly slashing across the thin layers of flesh on their stomach.
“ If, by ‘cut deep through it , ‘ you mean THIS ? “
Satisfied with the damage, the beast swiftly brought up his hand, snapping his fingers. In an instant, several fishhooks appeared in his hands, attached to VERY long strings of twine. After a long moment of silence, the gasping — && small amount of screaming — began. As far as the beast could tell, they were screams of CONFUSION, more than anything; however any intelligent child would have known to run by now. To seek their parents. To cry into their arms && watch as they saved the day. Unfortunately, this would not be happening on Fredbear’s watch. He began digging a fishhook into the anon’s left hand, puncturing the delicate, pulsing skin between their fingers. As the screaming from the anon began, he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. This was how it always ended, && Fredbear LOVED it. It was BEYOND entertaining, those faces that showed they were experiencing true horror, those precious SCREAMS of AGONY …
OH, HE WOULD NEVER GROW TIRED OF IT.
The remaining fishhooks were placed in the same areas as usual: their right hand, their feet, their spine. The process, of course, would be INCREDIBLY painful, as no type of method was used to dull the pain for them — quite the contrary, in fact.
Once the agonizing task was complete, Fredbear straightened himself in order to appear taller, looming above the anon && holding the strings in his hands. He began manipulating them with such grace && swiftness that those watching it would almost immediately get the feeling that he had done this before.
He himself watched with amusement as the anon began choking on their own blood, forced to adhere to the mechanical bear’s commands — his physical ones, at least. As a conclusion to the show, he grabbed the anon’s side with his oversized paw, swiftly turning them to face him && roughly sliding his razor-sharp claw across their neck. As they involuntarily bent over, spewing their life onto the ground, Fredbear’s loud voice echoed through the carnival.
“ How intriguing — You have proved yourself right. Look at you, you can still bow while SPILLING YOUR INSIDES ONTO MY STAGE. “
💔 ┊╱ BREAK MY MIND ╲┊ 💔
