#( my u.cn tag :3 )

[runelocked]

SCARED OF HER? SCARED OF HER? The broken remnants ( hah ) of William’s pride flare, grate against each other like bone. How dare she — how dare she — he is not scared of a child, a child he has killed, what’s more — he has long surpassed the ability to fear anything, and—

Except this place is different. In this place, he is human: startlingly, starkly so. There is no remnant, there is no axe or suit or smiling mask to hide behind. There is only him, and his body, and the animatronics that destroy him, and her. Cassidy.

And he’s gotten under her skin, hasn’t he? That twitch in her eye, the vicious anger she faces him with. Revenge, justice, call it whatever she likes — William knows, KNOWS, he still has some of his old scare factor. Tries to utilise it, clinging to scraps of power as if he’s a drowning man at sea.

“You think this is frightening, I’m sure,” he acknowledges, raspy, taunting, refusing to look at her, just to prove his fearlessness— “Big scary animatronics, a powerless death. All ringing close to home, Cass? Dear me. And here I thought this was all centred around me. This is YOUR idea of hell, isn’t it?— Projected onto me. This—”

Whatever his words, they fall short of the sheer terror in his flinch when Cassidy appears closer to him, and they are nothing compared to the hunted look in his eyes the second before she takes them. Agony is nothing new to him — hadn’t the last decades of his life been spent in nothing but? — but this kind of pain is new, raw, unending. William howls: a dog with no bone, and is almost sickeningly relieved when the same hand sliced through his throat. A puppet with its strings cut, he drops, clasping futilely at the gash in his throat like a child trying to hold back the tide. Always so frightened to die, even after all this time. Does not sob, not yet, though the noises he makes come close to it, as life fades from his form. A temporary relief — so temporary, so fleeting, he almost does cry when he’s brought back. One pale, trembling hand wraps over his eyes, both to reassure they’re still there and to hide his view of the creature tormenting him. No smart words, no clever sneer. He cannot bear to look.

CONTINUED. / @curseofbreadbear

#(( oh my GOD ?????? HELLOOO ???? ca.ssidy ily but oh my god you’re so scary )) #(( i LOVEEE how u write her in this dynamic … there’s so much going on and it makes me so miserable about her in the best way )) #(( william on the other hand ermmmuhmmm he is weeell… he’s going through some shit )) #(ii) man behind the slaughter — roleplay thread. #(oii) original universe: copycat #( my u.cn tag :3 ) #(oxo) worst mistake yet: cassidy & william. #a; curseofbreadbear #OKAYYY TIME FOR EVERY TAG EVER AGAIN !! #tw dark #tw dark themes #tw violence #tw gore #tw eye gore #tw eye trauma #tw torture #??? #tw emotional distress #tw manipulation #tw trauma #tw death #tw murder #tw horror #( ask to tag. )