#noise torture

[ashintheairlikesnow]

How about Chris in a cage?

CW: BBU, facility whump, sound torture, whump of a minor (OC is 17), some dehumanization, Luke Petrus is awful, sensory overwhelm

Luke Petrus hums to himself as he works - digging fingernails into the thick pebbled skin until it breaks, the heady smell of the orange finding him like a hand touching his face. He can't hear it, but he knows there's a soft crackling as he pulls it away from the fruit beneath.

Leaning back in his chair, he drops peels on the ground of the training room until he can break the segments apart, droplets of juice running down his knuckles. He crosses his legs over each other, boots clanging down on the top bars of the cage.

He can't hear that either.

He pops a segment into his mouth - burst of bright, sweet and acid, giving way between his teeth.

The heavy noise-canceling headphones he wears shift a little, and he grins, leaning forward as he bites down on another piece of the orange.

Beneath his boots, shadowed by metal and leather, the trainee rocks back and forth, hands over his own ears. But the noise blaring all around them can't be pushed out by simple skin and bone.

"Enjoying yourself, trainee?" He asks cheerfully. A scream drowns him out, but he can't hear it. Piped in through speakers on every side of the room, it continues, punctuated by the sharp snap of the lash. It's not the trainee's own whipping, of course - Luke would never be allowed to cause that kind of damage to this pretty little thing. Already bought and paid for, he'll make a lovely little decoration to that creepy asshole's life soon enough.

The trainee is curled into a ball, his copper hair gleaming under cold white lights where the shadow of Luke's boots doesn't darken it. He stares wide-eyed, mouth open. Luke can see the tension in his neck, veins and muscle standing out as he tries to scream louder than the sound digging into his mind.

He can even hear it, just a little, through his headphones. Must be quite the shriek without it.

The trainee's hands pull away from his ears only to slam down against the floor, again and again. He half-throws himself forward, then back, then forward again. Still popping slice after slice of orange into his mouth, Luke watches him.

The boy's head shakes, hands sliding back up over his ears. Tears run down his cheeks, face ruddy and marked with tear tracks drying already.

God, he's fucking gorgeous.

Luke watches him, intent on not missing a second of his suffering, as he eats the last piece of his orange and sucks the remaining juice off sticky fingers.

When Luke turns the sound off, lets him out, and then eases him up onto the table... He'll be so grateful for the chance for silence.

And Luke knows exactly how to take that pathetic gratitude for small mercies and use it to make him beg for the cruelties, too.

#whump #pet whump #bbu #box boy universe #box boy #creepy whumper #chris the strawberry blond romantic #luke petrus is a piece of garbage #sadistic whumper #noise torture #sound torture #captivity

[whumpr]

Short-Lived Silence

There was no point in trying to sleep. It only made the eventual scare worse.

Marcello going through sound torture 🎉 Contains: Sleep deprivation, surveillance, noise torture, overstimulation, captivity, team whump, trans whumpee __

They were watching him. It wasn’t a secret. There was a camera mounted on the wall, flashing its little red indicator light every few seconds.

Marcello laid on his back in bed, staring up at the dirty ceiling with unfocused, half lidded eyes.They had him in a filthy, miserable cell, with one window to the outside that had been sealed with plaster to keep him from seeing out. No real way to tell how much time had passed–even so, he knew he hadn’t had any meaningful rest in days.

They had started out blasting 80’s rock on repeat–that was fine, it was predictable. It had been loud enough to hurt, sure, but he knew the songs as they came up. He could deal with it.

Then they moved on to radio shows, bright and cheery and obnoxious. If he was lucky they’d be in English, maybe Spanish, but they cycled through. Most of the time it was Italian, blasting loud enough to vibrate through the walls.

This time it was different. Every ten or twenty minutes from what he could guess, a single loud bell tone would sound through the cell block. It would ring out in one sudden high-pitched chime, before fading back out into silence.

It was the worst one yet. The silence was incredible, when it lasted. He could rest, actually close his eyes and drift off to sleep for a moment, but each time he’d be startled awake by the sound of the bell tearing through the speakers.

There was no point in trying to sleep. It only made the eventual scare worse. It made him jump every time, sounding off each time he felt himself starting to drift off against his will, and every time it was worse. He couldn’t tell if they were adjusting the volume, or the frequency, or if each one felt somehow even more intense than the last.

Sometimes they didn’t even have to play it. He had started flinching in the silence, every time he dozed off a little too much. He was always waiting for it, always anticipating it.

He looked over to the camera on the wall. It was still trained on him. Normally it would fill him with defiance, make him determined to not give them the reactions they wanted, but he knew that wouldn’t matter here. They were making a lab rat out of him, it didn’t matter how he reacted.

The bell sounded again, and again he flinched from the sound. He found the strength to move, rolling over to fold his pillow around the back of his head to cover his ears. He couldn’t relax again, he couldn’t let them catch him off guard again. He screwed his eyes shut and curled in on himself. He tried to focus on his breathing–if he could just count the breaths between each toll…

The bell sounded again, and Marcello was ripped out of the sleep he’d unwillingly fallen into. He rolled over again, crying out in frustration and hurling his pillow over his head towards the camera on the wall.

He stayed sitting up long enough to watch the pillow fall to the floor–and to see the camera knocked sideways, aimed slightly more towards the wall now. He couldn’t tell if he was still in frame, but he figured it was safe to assume he was.

He laid back down and rolled over to face the wall, pulling his thin blanket up to his face. It was silent again. Frustration burned in his chest, and hot tears plucked at his eyes. He kept his back to the rest of the room.

He just had to wait. The others would come to rescue him, eventually, surely, hopefully.

Until then, he’d stay in bed, fighting the temptation of sleep and hiding his tears from the camera’s blinking light.

#whump #my writing #marcello #noise torture #overstimulation #trans whumpee

[scratchandplaster]

Dulosis

CW: sleep deprivation, white/noise torture, creepy/intimate Whumper, defiant Whumpee, hallucinations

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The room was as barren as it was functional, two square meters of locked space. They called it a white room, but the walls were padded with dusty-gray foam, which he already tried to pick apart. In no way did the tapered spikes budge.

Not that this changed anything, the noise was still kept inside. It came once every half hour, he counted, a deafening sough in close intervals, at least one minute in length.

Counting was the only thing he was able to busy himself with, though, so he didn't mind when they decided to change the frequency up to put the ungrateful guest on edge.

On the third day, he ripped a button from his cardigan, throwing and blindly fumbling for it. Another game, another way to keep the last sliver of his mind in place. He remembered vaguely seeing this trick in a documentary about Alcatraz, a little how-to experience about keeping sane in solitary confinement.

The issue wasn't the silence or the solitude; he preferred that to being kept downstairs and playing house with a person he barely knew. That fucking psycho snapped, he had thought when they shoved him in here, food or water missing since day one.

No, it was the noise.

The chaos that dug itself deep into his brain's fissures, keeping his mind alert and body awake even after what felt like eternity. 

The ants came after the fourteenth alarm, he counted that too, crawling through the barely visible slit that was separating him from freedom. A few at the start, but where they came from others waited for an equal opportunity, and soon the floor was sprinkled with them, too large to number. On his skin, his lashes, pushing his lips apart to engulf every pore with the prickly tap of their countless feet.

And then they were gone again, nothing but foam and noise for a while. They would return, no doubt, and with that knowledge he started to get thankful for the scheduled terror, just barely. Scratching at the back of his senses, the thirst that dried his body up from the inside had become just a minor problem.

At one point he could hear his own intestines working; pumping, contracting and rhythmically meandering to the sound that just so snapped him back to reality.

Again.

And then again, never a warning beforehand. Did that happen in the documentary too? He couldn't tell anymore; didn't know anything. Mind so fuzzy, he nearly caught himself wishing for that freak to come back and open the door, turn off the sounds, anything to let him rest.

Now, after cowering on the ground with both hands pressed tightly against his ears, so nothing would crawl inside, there came a new fuss. A single light click, then another as the heavy steel door moved outwards and his captor's silhouette blocked the entry. The sudden brightness left him nearly blinded, another misery piling on top.

"Hello there, I nearly forgot about you."

The friendly chuckle they let rain down on him felt like poison. But they lied through their teeth, spending every quiet minute they stole from their captive to plan the inevitable outcome, success now prickling right on their fingertips.

The cowering mess at their feet let out a weak hack, voice sore from misuse: "Let me rest."

Bloodshot eyes met an unmoving stare. There was no room to negotiate.

"Ask nicely, sweetheart," the shape offered instead.

"You fucking-"

Without another word, they turned on the spot, ready to leave him stewing in his own misery. Maybe five days weren't enough, they could wait.

The room was practically filled with his stare that clung to their back, heart thrumming so heavy in his chest it felt like it would burst out any second. Not willing to give up the last sliver of freedom he had kept safe so carefully, but too weak and confused to do anything about it, the words just slipped from his lips.

"Nonono wait, I'm sorry. Stay. Stay!"

He wanted them to keep talking, to hear anything else than that ingrain blare, the thrumming of his heart, the legs crawling along...

Behind the veil of quickly forming tears, he could see his captor halt and turn. More? Did they want more of this? Living the lie with them, just as a short break, maybe. A workaround. Get strength back and try again. If he made it that far... Just to rest for a bit.

"Please," the hurt voice pressed out, "I'm j-just so tired. I won't make you any more trouble."

"Again," the shadow replied, voice warm as the summer noon. They knew he was so much closer to what they imagined. The other sessions they had together were not as successful, but finally he seemed to let his guard slip. Almost there.

A lone sniff could be heard in the room, more closet than anything.

"Please. Can I please go to sleep, just for a bit?"

It was over for today. Other fights would come, ones he would win, or so he assured himself.

Fights he would give up again, his captor knew.

Nearly gone again, he was quickly brought back by the thin smile that crept across their face, victorious after all. They gave a single nod that made the sore loser fold into himself, eyes closed and face flat against the barren floor.

Maybe the light will stay on too. Oh, please stay on, it's safer that way...it's safe.

A warm palm gently placed itself on his matted hair, not touching but resting in a most innocent gesture.

"Not in here," they whispered, "Not after you're finally behaving, dear."

The hand slipped down further, and with it the reassuring touch. He was being pet, a part of him recognized. A small price in the end.

Hand placed in shaking hand, he was pulled up to face the victor of this little game.

"Come on. You will love it."

More carried than led down the hall, through blurry and burning vision, he could see doors beside them passing. They pulled him around the corner and through the wooden doorway onto a bed, ready and freshly made.

The heavy comforter atop the sheets seemed too pristine to hold his filthy body, but his captor didn't seem to mind one bit when they dragged him under the white heaven. Both would clean up tomorrow, the next step that was oh-so carefully prepared.

The shaken man shouldn't dare to forget how divine this felt, and if he did, their special room would still be vacant for another time.

As he was tucked in with peaceful humming right behind his ear, his mind sank into the comfort he had denied himself for such a long time. And for this moment, freedom traded in for peace, numbing sound for forced touch, he believed it was worth it.

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Thanks for reading 🤍 [Masterpost]

#whump #whumpblr #creative writing #whump community #whump drabble #whumper also gave them a nightlight #against the ants #i chose ants because they infiltrated my kitchen the other day #there are worse critters by far...starting with tics #sleep deprivation #sensory deprivation #noise torture #intimate whumper #defiant whumpee #stockholm syndrome #hallucinations #white torture #psychological whump #insects #ants #begging

[lazycranberrydoodles]

wei wuxian really put his whole pussy into the donghua yiling patriarch reveal huh

#the huge flock of crows and the green fire and the dark aura and the resentment spikes(??) #[megamind voice] PRESENTATION!!!!!! #not art #mdzs #currently looking for backgrounds for the mdzs aa au. involves rewatching parts of the animation and WOAH #sorry he killed and maimed and cannibalized and tortured all those people :/ he looked sexy doing it #the gender stored in the yiling laozu cannot be understated. GOD i wish i could cosplay him #i wish. they couldve put in the wwx/jc reunion in s1e15 :( #jiang cheng my (indecipherable noises) #hes so relieved and happy!!!!!! the reunion scene URGHRGRHRG. genuinely torturing wen chao IS a bonding moment #adn it speaks to the whole horrors of war thing.. when you have nothing left to bond over (because yunmeng burned) you bond over violence #and the fact that it is in THIS scene that its very emphasized how close they are/how much they trust each other/how they grew up together #. ouhhghhhh. #wwx is quipping at him about being a sect leader and jc is complaining about how long he was gone. they are so incredibly severely #traumabonded guys. ugh. also honorable mention to the cql after-lotus-pier-burning scene for being fucking heartbreaking. love you mwah #mdzs spoilers #at this point in time lan “cannot talk about his emotions” wangji and jiang “bitches and complains as affection” cheng and wei “arrogance #and self destructiveness" wuxian are not communicating very well. shocker #to delete l8er

[doberbutts]

Google: hello I recommend this show to you based on your interest in 1600s Japanese modern period dramas and animations

Me: oh actually this show is pretty neat, I like that the Japanese characters actually speak Japanese and not *winkwink* they're totes talking in Japanese but for the viewer's sake they're using English *winkwink* and from the sound of it traditional Japanese at that because this is sounding very antiquated and out of date compared to my rough knowledge of modern Japanese

Show: :)

Show: have 10 minutes of a character being tortured by being boiled to death in a large cast iron pot :)

Me: ...

Me: WHY

#Seems otherwise good but #I wish shows had better warning than 'may contain violence' #Like yeah it's a samurai show of fucking course it has violence #I'm expecting to see people's heads get chopped off not Human Soup #I know I know it's an actual torture method that was used back then but come on #At least narratively I had plenty of warning so I muted the fuck out of that shit and looked away until he wasn't actively dying on screen #And tbf most of it was background noise during an exclusively Japanese dialogue bit so I could just read the subtitles and not listen #Also maaaaajor yikes on the origin of the English word 'Japanese' #English speakers don't be racist challenge: impossible

[wattice]

So I was about to do work but then this appeared on my paper

#my art #pizza tower #fake peppino #noise pizza tower #the noise pizza tower #noisette pizza tower #idk if the others count #no more art for a week because I will be experiencing brain torture #also please tell me if the filters I tried putting on the drawings look bad

[eclipseshotel]

#had to include that lil noise he made after opening the door #i love this part so much #he got a deep ass voice #watched this movie again last night just to torture myself with his death #fugitive predator #yautja

[m-art77]

Do you guys ever think about how if redeemed!Durge pulls out of Gortash’s alliance after returning with Orin’s Netherstone that Gortash literally cannot rationalize their betrayal (and them now trying to kill him) by blaming their urge? Like how much of a complete mindfuck that would be for him. The Dark Urge just told him they’re 100% cured and now they’re trying to kill him? You know, the person who’s always been by their side, their partner in crime, their equal, and their (potential) lover; and now they’re trying to murder him. And prior to the amnesia, Gortash could always rationalize that if The Dark Urge tried to kill him one day that he could hand wave it as “they just couldn’t help themselves anymore” because of Bhaal’s hold on them. It doesn’t mean they wanted to.

But now, Bhaal is gone and The Dark Urge is moving in to kill him. There’s no way to rationalize it as anything else. The only person who ever cared about him is going to kill him, and he’ll die knowing everything they once had is completely gone. The Dark Urge doesn’t remember him. Their love for him died the moment Orin split their skull. The urge isn’t the reason they’re doing this. He’ll die knowing that they hate him.

#me to Gort: damn bro get ready for the whiplash cause it’s coming in at full force in 3 ..2…1…😵‍💫😵‍💫 #the anti-anxiety robe was really working overtime those last few moments #sad Gort noises (as I burn him alive) #my dark urge was like yeah fuck this dude I got Shart now lol #but secretly he was kind of sad like damn I really roasted this baddie 🥲 I can’t even revive him I feel bad🥲 #also daddy bane needs to stop torturing my man here #eternal punishment is 👎👎 #I hate that trope lol idc what the person did #it gives me the ick bad #esp cause like…Gort sucks fr but he deserves rest at some point like everyone else good or evil #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 durge #larian studios #the dark urge #gortash bg3 #gortash x durge #durgetash #enver gortash #lord gortash #also yeah Karlach loved him too so not the only person that cared about him #but I would argue that Gortash would say only Dark Urge knew the real him or whatever #even though I think that’s bullshit and Karlach saw a man capable of good and compassion but unfortunately he sucks #and can’t do a nice thing to save his life lmao

[cupcakegal25]

foaming at the mouth over the fact that the only solo written songs on the album are my boy only breaks his favorite toys and who's afraid of little old me

#of fucking COURSE its those two what the *fuck* #taylor swift #the tortured poets department #my boy only breaks his favorite toys #whos afraid of little old me? #nadias noises

[fulltum]

Another sticky note sketch....looks like this greedy little mouse tiny's fat, gurgling tummy full of stolen stacks got him caught by the person whose food he was pilfering 😳

#belly kink #stuffing #tummy ache #belly ache #belly noises #belly art #tummy art #gt #g/t #giant tiny #weight gain #belly torture

[cherrystonefemme]

I fucking love being a handy-femme. My baby is being personally victimized by a noisy toilet valve? Nah, not if I have anything to say about it 💪😤

#i love being a lesbian #my superpower is being the allistic gf who fixes the autistic torture noises #femme tag

[mishapen-dear]

okay but the timing of those scrams were so weird?? bad wasn't in the torture room. he was at the farm. enough time did NOT pass for him to go down to the torture room. like i may just be reading too far into it but he's obviously not okay. he's physically changing. he's going blue... it could have something to do with all of the changes, and the soulsteal, and the souls.

#aka What If He Is Making Noises #qsmp #i like the read that it's just the worker too tho because god. those noises haunting him... thinking about torturing even when he's #overlooking the farm... #expert rper bbh

[metalvania]

Ough.... Dysphoric.....

#machine noises #i dont need cbt having them is torture enough..... #GET THEM OUT OF HERE

[bassboosted-moon-chao]

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#moom makes bullshit #art #digital art #the amazing digital circus #tadc caine #hall of tortured souls #tw eyestrain #tw eye contact #I had too much fun with this one #I was blasting a song that's practically just noise for two hours straight #and I was going ham on the visual effects #I know he doesn't have his hat but #eh he probably dropped it somewhere in the Hall of Tortured Souls whoops #reblogs appreciated #likes appreciated too! #all in all this one was very fun to make #and has scared the shit out of two different people already #tadc fanart #< before I forget lol

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

I’m back, with another sub-par banger!

Also I’d just like to say thank you so much for posting my oneshot that was so cool and I totally didn’t freak out when I opened Tumblr, no siree!

So, on with the oneshot!

This oneshot can be read as a sequel after the first, but also can just be seen as a standalone story. By the way, I’m having way too much fun writing oneshots about this AU from the perspective of people working for Fazbear Entertainment, so this is how this oneshot will go too.

Welcome to the life of a security guard working the front desk at Fazbear Entertainment corporate.

Includes:

More torture, with practically zero descriptions of any gore this time though. Still, for the particularly squeamish I’d suggest looking away.

Also forgot to include this previously, but some swear words.

From a very, very sleep-deprived amateur writer.

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Tick

You glanced at the clock, 5:32 AM, a few more minutes before the end of your shift.

Tock

You glanced at the monitors placed on your desk. Though blurry, the camera footage was still visible. Nothing out of the ordinary, for Fazbear Entertainment anyways.

Tick

Faint headlights glared through the glass doors, what the hell was a car doing here so early?

Tock

Probably another upset parent with a missing kid, the door was locked anyway, they couldn’t even get in the building even if they wanted to.

Tick

The door opened, must be an employee. You got up, grabbing the pale green record book from your desk and making your way to the figure in front of you.

Tock

They were pushing some kind of cart, with the Fazbear logo plastered on, like everything this company owns. The cart was covered with a sheet, but bits of machinery could be seen poking out from underneath.

Tick

“State your business.”

“Ah, yes, of course. I’m the Mechanics Supervisor for the Pizzaplex.”

Tock

“Ah, I see.”

You check your record book, skimming through the list of names before finding the correct appointment.

“Says here you’re delivering some animatronics for checkup?”

“Smart as a whip, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah. The Parts and Service Department is down the hall, to the left.”

Tick

The figure pushed the cart down the hall, to your instructions. You tick off the record book before carelessly tossing it onto your desk.

“I heard about your hands by the way, how are they?”

The figure glanced back, an almost somber smile on their face, but they didn’t respond. Did they just not hear you?

You sigh, throwing yourself onto your chair.

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You got a notification from the monitor. Perking up in surprise, you inspect the fuzzy brown-tinted screen.

Security Level 7 Door unlocked

What the hell? Who was up at 6AM unlocking doors without your knowledge? The only people meant to be in the office are you, that figure and whatever overworked interns Fazbear just brought in.

Tick

You switch the camera feed around a bit, finally switching to the camera overlooking the Parts and Service Department.

What the hell?

Tock

What was the cart doing toppled on the ground? Empty nonetheless? Where in the world were the animatronics sent for checkup?

Tick

You frantically switch cameras, trying to home in on that figure and the animatronics’ whereabouts.

Tock

There. Camera 17, the hallway only the higher-ups go through, the doors all lead to executive offices with nice window views.

The figure was unlocking the door to the Chief Financial Officer, and… were those the daycare animatronics?

Tick

They enter the room, shit. Your monitor doesn’t have access to the executive offices, only the monitor at…

the Main Security Office.

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You hurriedly rush to the Main Security Office, unlocking the multitude of doors leading up to it.

Tick

There. You’re there. Now where on Earth is the main monitor?

Tock

God, these monitors were nice. HD flatscreen, nothing like the busted up box monitor you had downstairs. Wait, why the hell were you thinking of that, there could be an intruder in the building!

Tick

There, the main monitor. You boot it up, swapping through the camera feeds until…

Yes! Camera 21.

Tock

You fiddle with the controls a little, turning the camera away from the now swung open door to the main desk at what felt like an agonisingly slow pace.

Tick

There, you’re finally facing the desk, and…

what the fuck.

What was the daycare animatronic doing with pliers?

And why the hell were they using them to… pull on the Chief Financial Officer’s fingers?

Hold on, why the hell was he even here?

Was that the figure from before? What the hell were they doing looking on with that cheerful expression?

Tock

You frantically crank up the volume on the speakers, nearly giving yourself a heart attack from a sudden scream blasting through it.

“What the fuck do you maniacs want from me?!”

“Well then, looks like you’re finally in the talking mood, aren’t you?”

“What the fuck do you want from me?!”

Tick

“Well if you’re so insistent on rushing to the point, I happen to know from some classified documents that you have been profiting from several incidents happening in various of the company’s restaurants thanks to an insurance policy of yours, no?”

“Yeah, so what?! Let me go!”

“So what? Well, unless you intend on losing anymore fingernails than you already have I’d suggest telling me where you hide that handy dandy security card and insurance document of yours.”

Tock

“Left cabinet, top most. Just let me go!”

The figure walked towards the aforementioned cabinets, and pulled out a small piece of plastic, the security card obviously, and a piece of paper, the insurance document?

“Well, looks like you weren’t lying, good on you!”

“Let me go, you bastards!”

“Well, don’t need to be so rude.”

The figure chuckled, preparing to leave the office.

Tick

“Though I have to admit, I do find your cooperation commendable. How about a celebration? Blackbird?”

Just then, the moon-themed animatronic perked up like a child being called by their parents. Reaching into a duffel bag, they pulled out a fire cracker before walking over, stuffing it into the helpless executive’s mouth.

“I’ll be making my leave now, I have to pay a visit to the insurance department to get this lovely little paper burned.”

Tock

Just then, the sun-themed animatronic perked up, rushing towards the figure and gripping their arm.

“Sunshine, could I…”

“Hm?”

“Follow you?”

The figure chuckled, affectionately petting them on the head before giving them a slight kiss on the cheek.

“You silly boy, of course.”

The animatronic’s expression turned from nervousness to an overwhelmingly gleeful smile that covered most of their face. Their face turned to a slight purple tint.

Tick

“Moony?”

“Yes, starlight?”

“Could you give our guest here a nice redecoration of his office? I think he’d appreciate a new wallpaper made from his own brain matter for this awfully plain office.”

“With pleasure~”

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You frantically clicked away at the telephone buttons, your hand shaking like crazy.

Tick

The telephone rang, thank god.

Tock

“Hello, this is 911, what’s your emergency?”

Tick

“There has just been a murder, I-“

Tock

You were hyperventilating at this point.

Tick

“Please calm down, where are you and what is the incident?”

Tock

“Fazbear office, come quick-“

Tick

The phone let out nothing but static.

Tock

You look at the cable.

Fuck.

It had been cut.

Tick

A voice that you were praying you would never hear again came from behind you.

“You know, I never thought the minimum wage security guard would be the one to blow the whistle on me.”

Tock

“Luckily, my lovely partner here told me that the camera was moving, or I’d never know.”

Tick

“G-get away from me…”

“Don’t need be scared, pal.”

Tock

“I remember you asked me how my hands were doing before right?”

Tick

“Well, I’m here to give you the answer!”

Tock

“They’re doing great.”

Tick

“In fact, here’s a demonstration!”

They raised a crowbar.

Tock

“Goodnight!”

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AAAAA WHOEVER YOU ARE ANON PLS DM I JUST WANNA TALK (crush every bone in ur body with all my loves and affections and adorations)

HELL YEAH KICK THEY ASS BABY 💕💕💕💕💕💕 SUN WHISTLEBLOWING THE WHISTLEBLOWER,, GIT GUD MF AAAHAHAAGGDDGGSHHSHAB BREAK HIS KNEECAPSSSSS

#I GOTTAAAAA DRAW THEMS #AAA THESE ARE SO GOOD #GOING INSANE #BITES BITES BITES #FERAL BABBIT NOISES #afton au reader #afton’d reader #afton au #afton au sun #afton au moon #fnaf au #fnaf sun/moon x y/n #fnaf sun/moon x reader #tw violence #tw gore #canon typical violence #tw torture #CHEERFUL BRUTAL READER MY BELOVEDSDD #and how eager to please sun and moon are 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 #power. couple. #I love themmmmm #I love u anon #anonymous submission #writing submission #fanfic of a fanfic #fanfic of fic #one shot #writing to be adored #chews this viciously

[advanced-thanatology]

If Eagle has 1000 haters, I’m one of them. If Eagle has 100 haters, I’m one of them. If Eagle has 50 haters, I’m one of them. If Eagle has 1 hater, it’s me. If Eagle has no haters, it means I am dead. If the world is with Eagle, then I am against the world.

#w.bg #woe.begone #fucking hate that dude and his torture obsession and the way he talks and the gross noises that are probably dylan slaughtering a tomato #like. he’s a great villain and is written wonderfully but I want to brutally murder him #horrible nasty bastard man #he inspires a feral amount of rage in me #jack listens to w.bg