dadinthewalls

[dadinthewalls]

>main villian of previous series

>shows up once in new series

>says the only audible word he's ever said in his life

>eats an entire family

>refuses to elaborate

>never appears again

Fucking chad holy shit

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Irritated,      strange   little   toy   he   might   appear   to   be,      but   in   reality,      he   was   an   irritated,      strange   little   puppet.         &&      regardless   of   how   many   holes   were   in   his   brain   at   any   given   moment,      he   didn't   appreciate   the   lack   of   a   distinction   much.      Darn   dog.      

He   would   normally   EAT   a   threat   like   this,      but   she   didn't   look   like   a   puppet.      Her   constitution,      instead,      was   lifelike.      It   reminded   him   of   her.      So   he   just   grunted   at   the   dog   instead,      giving   a   shove   with   thin   yet   surprisingly   strong   puppet   arms.

@dadinthewalls liked for a starter!

"You look like a soft toy!" was the pup's immediate reaction to seeing a new person in front of her, wagging her tail. "A strange looking toy!"

This queued her to do a full sniff inspection, sniffing the other up and down while gently bumping her nose along his arms and shirt. It was an understatement when she didn't know what "personal space" was - she disregarded it in every way with this. It was her way of getting to know people!

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нυят му fαмιƖу αηɗ ǀ'ƖƖ                                          ｈｕｒｔ   ｙｏｕ

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❝ Ah. ❞

Yeah,      that's   true.      There's   a   shredder   in   the   office   that   gets   an   awful   lot   of   use.      It's   not   so   loud   that   you   can   hear   it   outside   of   the   room   it's   in,      but   it   seems   to   make   a   terrible   racket   if   you're   standing   beside   it.      Old      &&      cheap,      but   still   chugging   along,      the   thing   works   as   hard   as   any   human   employee   every   single   day.

Damn   thing   might   very   well   shred   whole   lives.      It   shreds   things   that   oughtn't   be   shred.      EVIDENCE.      He's   glimpsed   it.

❝   'm   not   talking   about   paper.   ❞

@dadinthewalls sent “I draw the line at shredding things.” - human ! Roy for Spring Bonnie

Spring Bonnie blinks, looking at the human in front of him before glancing downward. He's been moved recently, especially when he's not performing. He loves the shows, and he loves the children's reactions, but something just started feeling wrong. The performer pushes it aside, though. He's mobile, and he's feeling a little better. The bunny pushes those thoughts away, deep down and aside to a place where he can't find them easily.

"People shred things a lot." Arm motions to the office where William and Henry spend a lot of their time, eyes brightening a little. "I think ... paper, mainly. I do not believe they shred anything else."

They shred a lot of paper, and it concerns him a little. He listens, when he's performing. The balance Spring Bonnie actively strikes is almost entertaining, putting his heart and coding into the daily performances while fully aware of the shifting shape and nature of his creator. There's less children recently, but not enough that there's any overall concern.

The animated conversations hadn't turned to screaming matches.

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Ahh, what a wonderful day for turning ugly men into ugly women

oh and also have this too (1st one is pretty old but it fits so wahh)

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@yellowpuppet

please draw this but Roy and Lesley taking care of yellow guy :v

THIS IS GENIUS

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“Death isn’t permanent” (From Edith Glover)

Oh,      he   knows.      Perhaps   better   than   anyone.      Unless   he's   horribly   mistaken,      he's   been   dead.      You   know,      maybe   he's   wrong   about   that,      it's   just   a   working   theory,      but   he   sure   doesn't   have   any   better   ideas   to   explain   how   he   remembers   DYING,      then   being   reborn   a   puppet,      then   living   in   purgatory,      then   DYING   AGAIN,         &&      then   waking   up   back   at   home.   

Well,      not   home.      A   sidewalk,      actually.      But   that's   not   the   point.      The   point   is,      he   hasn't   told   anyone.      Not   even   his   own   son,      who   he's   pretty   sure   was   in   purgatory   with   him.         (   Not   even   LESLEY.   )

❝   Are   you   hinting   at   something   ??   ❞

[dadinthewalls]

I love this picture and I love Lesley's actress <3

She looks like she's saying her puppet husband asked for no pickles

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Take   it   back   would   imply   it   had   ever   been   Roy's   in   the   first   place,      which   it   hasn't.      But   that's   not   the   point.      The   point   is   sharp      &&      silver,      facing   the   suit,      not   a   kitchen   knife      &&      way   too   nice   to   be   used   as   one.      It's   not   the   kind   of   knife   a   person   just   leaves   laying   around   somewhere.      It's   the   kind   of   knife   that   it   passed   down   as   an   heirloom   —   or   else   has   a   special   job   to   do.   

Funny.   The   suit   echoes   his   unspoken   question,   but   doesn't   answer   it.

❝   Wouldn't   you   know   if   he   was   ??   ❞      He   reaches   out      &&      slowly   closes   his   hand   around   the   handle,      draws   the   knife   from   Spring's   hold   into   his   own.      It   isn't   his   to   take,      but   it's   not   like   he's   never   palmed   something   that   wasn't   his   before.

"You need to take it back." Spring's voice is accented, just like his creator's. The grip he has on the knife makes an indent in his fur, but the handle is pointed towards the other. "Too many things go wrong here, and this knife is not needed." He needed to make sure it wasn't kept around William. He trusted his creator, but he knew that he had to. Still, there were a few things that kept bothering him. Ears twitch on the top of his head, and his foot gives a small thump on the ground.

Inquisitive, Spring tilts his head to the side a little and attempts a smile. "You're wondering if someone's inside, aren't you?" He's a little perceptive, even if his eyes were currently offline for the moment. They shift, directing slightly to the mirrored face of the broken glass in front of him. "Sometimes I wonder if my creator is doing something wrong." He knows William is doing something wrong, but he's not sure what. Slowly, the head lowers and he looks at his empty hand. Faintly, he picks out the slightly bloodied patches on his paws. "He's ... I think he's hurting children."

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                        ＷＡＴＣＨ ＯＵＴ

                  — I’ve heard sympathy can be ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ

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❝  Happy Father's Day, Dad! ❞ They've brought the nail polish out and a comb. ❝ Now sit down so I can m-make you look nice on you Birthday. ❞ It isn't Roy's Birthday but Doi got a bit muddled up mid-sentence.

Hey,      it   could   be   his   birthday   !!      It's   not,      but   it   could   be   !!      Anyway,      it   doesn't   matter what day it is   as   far   as   Roy   is   concerned   ;      he   sits   down   with   a   big   smile      &&      eyes   that   are   just   slightly   pointing   in   different   directions   !!

He makes a happy little grunt   !!

[dadinthewalls]

:) I’m :) trying :) to :) be :) a :) better :) person :) but :) some :) people :) are :) testing :) me

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I guess crime really does pay.

... Huh. Not totally how he'd look at it.

He'll   scratch   his   chin,      glance   at   present   company,      then   glance   back   down   at   the   bag   stuffed   with   cash   on   the   floor   before   them.      There's   been   a   lot   of   crimes   at   this   place.      Drug   money   would   probably   be   the   least   strange   of   them.

❝   No   tellin'   who   it   belongs   to.   ❞         &&      he's   a   single   dad,      so   don't   you   judge   any   ideas   that   may   or   may   not   be   in   his   head.

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Starter call !!

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The Mandela Catalogue Vol. 2 Sentence Starters

I’ve been hearing… things.

I just think his/her/their soul roams the house still.

You sure you got it?

Just open the damn trunk, [Name].

Such a dickwad…

It’s not like anyone is gonna call the cops here.

Who’s to say s/he’s not crazy?

I guess crime really does pay.

We’ll just have to look at it afterwards.

Here kitty kitty…

Everything okay?

You look so stupid right now.

Would you mind taking this seriously for once?

I’m not scared. I’m not. I’m not. I just…

I’m not gonna bust down this random lady’s door.

You see anything in there?

The more I look at this house, the more I really don’t wanna be in it.

I don’t… I don’t like it. I really don’t like it.

Where did that come from?

We don’t need this attention again.

Oh my god, behind you!

I’ve been watching you.

God’s probably not even looking.

But… suddenly I feel kind of scared.

You are a fool.

Do not make me wake the others.

Open your eyes.

Oh, so now you’re taking this seriously.

I don’t know what you want from me.

I’m just devastated that I’m not as broken as you still are.

I’m sorry that I can’t keep helping you carry this burden.

What does that have to do with anything?

I’m reaching my fucking limit here.

Fucking listen to me!

You’re not invincible, okay?

What did you just fucking say to me?

Then just fucking leave then!

I did the right thing.

Nobody is coming to help you.

[Name]? Are you there?

Do you understand?

Who are you running from?

Shut the fuck up! Shut up!

You left him to die.

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Nasty   little   interloper.      Roy   never   had   been   all   that   fond   of   the   teachers.      They   were   loud,   imposing,   intrusive      —      they   threw   themselves   around   like   they   were   the   kings   of   the   roost,   yet   without   a   single   thing   to   their   name   but   HOT   AIR.  

Not   that   Roy   had   the   words   to   articulate   any   of   that.      He   just   knew   they   were   annoying.         &&      this   one   was   THREATENING   his   son.      No   matter   what   his   battery   was   at,   that   was   something   which   he   simply   would   not   permit.  

So   he   stalked   toward   the   foolish   thing,   unyielding.      It   had   one   opportunity   to   leave,      &&      it   hadn't   taken   it.      Now   it   would   learn   the   hard   way.

The   sounds   of   VIOLENCE   would   reach   Doi's   ears.      Ripping,   tearing,   snarling,   growling.      Blood   spattered   across   the   ground.      Roy   was   not   originally   built   for   this   kind   of   slaughter,   but   he   had   been   remade   by   hands   that   moved   with   skill      &&      hatred.      He   would   kill   any   person   he   needed   to,   if   it   kept   his   son   out   of   harm's   way.

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