#🔪 》 ` a returning threat ` ＩＮ ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲ

[afsurgence]

she doesn’t like being told what to do. she never has, even when she was a little girl. vanessa has always been of her own mind, thoughts and feelings, actions and opinions all hers. the choice she made to let HIM in, that was her own too. a little persuasion, but not much at all. he played her right, got in her head, used her as his own eyes and ears and hands. she let him for a year. and then... NOTHING. sudden, terrifying silence had encapsulated her for weeks now. like someone cut the phone line, and it all went DEAD. she’s been on-edge, all of her feelings feel like they’re frayed. she feels like she’s falling apart. maybe that’s how she ended up in this situation with who she knows as ‘ dave ’. even though he has oddly, been around about as long, and just as oddly so quickly roped himself into her quasi-cult bent on resurrecting a murderer. his pushing, standing just behind her, now, is ENTIRELY unhelpful. it just makes her breath break, her hands shake. the knife in-hand keeps catching the light and twinkling promisingly. it’s supposed to be for HER. “ hold on. i - i CAN’T. ” she’s too much of her own mind to carry out this deed. maybe bloodshed wasn’t the answer anymore. it wouldn’t bring the glitch back to her. she’d already lost him. hadn’t she ? “ we don’t - i don’t - ” she’s scrambling to find something to say to avoid this, sounding like she’s cowering out. a first. “ dave, i don’t know if this is going to work. ” it’s lame. just because she doesn’t have the wall anymore to protect her from the pain. “ i haven’t heard - seen - felt - anything from him in weeks, ” she continues. “ doing this, it got his attention last time, but... i don’t know now. ” she sounds a little lost then, looking from the blade to him, haloed in blonde wisps falling out of a high ponytail.

REALLY looking at him. “ why do you keep pushing for this, anyways ? ” a sudden shift, a little defensive, suspicious. he’s as new to their little club as he is to the megaplex team, and he’s always been so... interested in her and her body and her connection to the ghost. it’s finally time to talk about it. if anything, just to get away from the whole ‘ CUT MY HAND OPEN TO BLEED FOR A RESSURECTION ’ thing.

@cultbunny cont.

I always come back. A phrase repeated ad nauseum by him in the past yet never before had it been incredibly accurate. In the flesh, William was indeed back however remaining under smoke and mirrors. Laying low and simply waiting for an opportunity. So here was the peculiar security guard Dave Miller: someone seemingly appearing from nowhere with barely any background yet a high amount of knowledge in certain areas. . . and a few odd habits & interests. One hand carefully held onto the knife as , initially , he stared both distantly but also intensely whilst the words Vanessa had been speaking where listened to. It all was fascinating. Not a single idea though that made it all easier. If there would be hope to get this ‘voice’ back , potentially she would be easy to manipulate into his plans. An incredibly slow process until then however Dave knew everything will work better than the past. 

“  and why would it not work again ? You did do it once successfully. Not being able to hear the voice simply means a repeat." Even now his accent was still strong though he held doubts that it would have the same effect on people as in the past, so he decided focusing carefully on what was said would be better. " In fact, Vanessa, focusing solely around repeating what he once had done will work. All that has to be done . . . is lure them in." Rather skillfully he twirled the knife only to point it at a random place within the room. His smirk dropped immediately.

“ pushing for this ? It is obvious. To watch and enjoy that panic when nobody can determine what is occurring. Call it a strange fascination, if you must, and yet I wish to see it. Are you not the same? Afterall, you must have wished similarly since we both know what he did." Dave had a lopsided grin

#🔪 》 ` a returning threat ` ＩＮ ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲ #cultbunny #//dave is out in his manipulative ways #🔪 》 `Dave M iller` security breach verse

[afsurgence]

Eyes were scanning around the area currently being stood in. That was just under his job description yet the true reason did not fall even close to that. William knew that. Knew how some could be easily fooled. It was quite a joy. He hummed a little before leaning more against the wall. Though soon the British man kicked off the wall heading straight towards the staff room, then heading towards where he stored his tea. He decided to be polite. " It is a lovely day, would you not agree ? Since I am making some. Fancy sharing some tea?"

@bdkrp starter.

#🔪 》 ` a returning threat ` ｉｎ ｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒ #🔪 》 ` verse 2 ` the killings

[afsurgence]

Tick tock , tick tock. A constant rhythmic background noise serving as one reminder of the little development made since locking himself inside the office. Not even a single finished and approved design. Nothing felt correct. Nothing felt dangerous enough. Multiple feel towards the friendly appearance side but constantly he failed to include even a section that would cause harm at the very least or, much preferably, death. William stood in front of the desk, both hands against the surface almost propping him up. All that came out the man’s mouth had been insane ramblings muttered constantly about what sheet remained rolled out at that specific time, soon followed by small hums at a brief thought. 

“ Theoretically this would be useful. Children would trust it.“  If they trusted it enough, less effort was required from his side to lure them for the murderous urges to be fulfilled. It had happened before but this possibility could make it quicker. Easier. He sighed as a hand carefully held onto pencil though that was all before he slightly turned at a noise. Nobody should be here. The office workspace was off-bounds. 

“ What is matter ? You should be aware that I am bloody busy right now.” In his mind, asking who was unimportant.

@lastafton​ .closed starter.

#🔪 》 ` a returning threat ` ＩＮ ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲ #lastafton

[afsurgence]

" I like to believe I am `down with the kids` or whatever the phrase is. It is just part of the job."

#🔪 》 ` a returning threat ` ＩＮ ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲ #🔪 》 ` it's chewsday innit bruv ` ＣＲＡＣＫ

[afsurgence]

Will, it's called football here because we're a bit brain-dead.

" Well obviously! How could football from England be turned into soccer whilst football, you know the sport where you KICK THE BALL, be used for rugby? Honestly there are a few screws loose. AND SECONDLY- " and off he goes: rambling on and on about why everything is incorrect and the English way is better.

#🔪 》 ` a returning threat ` ＩＮ ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲ #fredbeared #//angry british man noises

[afsurgence]

" so I have a wonderful idea and shall not take no as a response. . . tea server. "

#🔪 》 ` a returning threat ` ＩＮ ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲ #🔪 》 ` pre 83 verse` #//i write him manipulative then this and continue the balance #//keeps me sane

[afsurgence]

“ They've been missing since Friday and you're not worried? ”

Ever since the fear had risen amongst co-workers , William had remained incredibly relaxed but mainly eerily uncaring on the matter. Was it due to not knowing the person or being emotionally empty around that topic ? No matter what view on the spectrum of reasons it all ended at the exact same point: the security guard whistling and going about his life. A small hum as blue eyes glanced up to stare directly at the other.

" Not even a little bit. Last I recall we never talked outside work so no connection to remotely be affected. Nor do I believe anything bad occurred. They most likely got bored of the job, a shame but again not my issue." A harsh shrug of his shoulders, the corners of his mouths turning upwards in a small smirk.

#🔪 》 ` a returning threat ` ＩＮ ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲ #🔪 》 ` verse 2 ` the killings #bdkrp

[afsurgence]

OPEN STARTER

Waiting, waiting and even more waiting. So much time listening to voices come and go past the room he'd locked himself away in. Simply awaiting the very moment everything became deathly silent and a distant sound of the final door being locked and the shutter going down was heard. Finally. It was such a great idea given the appearance he was in, covered in blood that was not his own and a few small defense wounds from the victim that specific day. Everything needed to remain as under the radar as possible which would be difficult though William could do a fairly decent attempt at trying given what poor thinking sometimes went through his mind. Hands were wiped down with a personal hand towel before even attempting to open up the door with a palm, taking a couple steps out. Get out. Get out now. Words repeated in his mind multiple times whilst the man just remained still staring at nothing. The front would be out of question. . . that would leave only the back exit or hoping for the best. William hummed once looking down at his shirt before turning around to begin walking towards the back exit yet stopping at a sound. No one should be here, right?

" who is there? Do not just slither around out of sight. Why don't you come say hello?" A small smirk despite the small fear of being caught. Keeping people silent could be done in one swift permanent way.

#🔪 》 ` a returning threat ` ＩＮ ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲ #🔪 》 ` verse 2 ` the killings #.open.

[afsurgence]

" scumbag? Me? Now surely you have lost your sanity. I'm a simple business man, hardly someone like that now hush. Unless you want to be attending funerals of course."

#🔪 》 ` a returning threat ` ＩＮ ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲ #.unspecified verse. #//i do have a starter to write but brain slightly empty #.open post.

[afsurgence]

(from @beans-in-a-bud)

A sunflower critter sits in front of you.

What do?

@beans-in-a-bud

The silently staring he was doing could have, by itself, counted him as an owl. This did not feel normal or even close to anything that had been made before. William titled the coffee cup upside down for nothing to end up coming out of it. Well then... " ... I need more coffee. Or sleep because I am not seeing you...but this does give me an idea."

#🔪 》 ` a returning threat ` ＩＮ ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲ #beans-in-a-bud #//me @ will: don't think about murder

[afsurgence]

" Fine fine. I will admit that certain things should not occur in a springlock suit. HOWEVER , this `british boy` did hav' ta give it a try."

#🔪 》 ` a returning threat ` ＩＮ ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲ #.open.

[afsurgence]

"..... Do you have a favorite?"

The words come out of her mouth before she can stop them.

"The animatronics, I mean. You built them. Or some of them, anyway. It's.... Hard to remember very much of before."

Poppy tries to keep the bitterness out of her voice.

"So? Who do you like best- Other than that rabbit. That's the EASY answer."

" a favourite, you ask? Well . . . " William brought up his hand so it remained clenched in a thinking position just beneath his chin. Already one had been scratched off the possibility of a favourite yet that made sense for many reasons. Spring bonnie was given by Henry so it technically became his own creation by extension but many knew of it. A harsh sigh escaped. The list of options seemed ridiculously long so as help it became shortened to those he had a direct hand in. . . still on the long side however.

" Ah, removing the option for my first one leaves me to some of the next lot. In that case I must say Circus Baby. She was designed based on my own daughter, nothing outside the rabbit could come close there. "

#🔪 》 ` a returning threat ` ＩＮ ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲ #wind-the-music-box

[afsurgence]

" wot u mean no door ? Next u will say no tea, heathen. "

#🔪 》 ` a returning threat ` ＩＮ ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲ #crack tag tba.

[afsurgence]

“ Being one of the only English accented people in an 138.90 km2 area is interesting. Easier to gain trust.“

#🔪 》 ` a returning threat ` ＩＮ ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲ

[afsurgence]

" it would be superb if I no longer wake up having drawings on my face. "

#🔪 》 ` a returning threat ` ＩＮ ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲ #//i had an idea

[afsurgence]

Despite the man's authority over them, they couldn't ignore the bad feeling in their gut. The rumours revolving the Fazbear chain were no secret to them, and when having to confront the facts, they couldn't help thinking of the worst possible scenarios.

“... That... I-isn't that rather careless...? I mean— w-we should be keeping an eye out just in case...! I think...”

@bdkrp (moved over)

The fear was understood more than it could be known yet he was simply reveling in it all. Every single moment. Panic, bewilderment, pain. William's mind saw that as similar emotions to what had begun this situation. One hand came to rest against his hip.

" Is it now? I would say it is more careless to cause a scene over something terrible occuring when nothing did. A waste of time and energy but I cannot stop people. I simply will be ignoring everything. It is doubtful anything else would occur. "

#🔪 》 ` a returning threat ` ＩＮ ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲ #bdkrp #🔪 》 ` verse 2 ` the killings