#>> HOOH BOY PANIC ATTACKS

[fictionkinfessions]

I got a memory of getting corrupted (as Nightmare sans) about two days ago when I was on character AI roleplaying as myself, and… hooh boy…… almost had a panic attack. That shit *hurts,* and it wasn’t just one apple. I don’t wanna describe it in graphic detail, for the safety of other Nightmare kins and those who don’t like graphic body horror, but HOLY SHIT. I was UNPREPARED. And stars, some of those animatics are worryingly accurate.

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[kleefkruid]

Oh man these 24 hours, ton of things happened. Little tw for some sexual intimidation (mostly in reference) and some stereotyping about the Dutch being tall and loud bc the Dutch people in this story were just simply very tall and intimidating sorry vriendjes. Get ready for people getting kicked out, a literal bomb and megaphones in butts, or on butts (or in?)

My partner did about 26 tattoos

the cafe also had its anniversary and they introduced a new beer (7,5% hooh boy) so it got so crowded people were drinking on the stairs and in the hallway towards the toilets

so the concept is that people can get free tattoos from a themed flash sheet, which the cafe pays my partner for. We do this like every month and it's good networking.

Most people are really polite and grateful about the concept of free tattoos but last night we had an unusual number of people who decided they should be ungrateful and plain shitty about the concept of free tattoos

this went from people complaining they wanted costum designs for free (hello??) to guys trying to touch the equipment or bumping into the table

there were 3 big Dutch guys who wanted to get a piece done and they we're allright talking to me (I do the bookings) but their place on the waiting list was a few hours in so I noted them down and explained that I'll send a text when it's their turn

A while later they show up to check in on the line and I tell them there is in fact only the person currently getting a tattoo and then it's their turn

to which one of them immediately turns to my partner, slams his hand down on the table (at which a girl is sitting getting her tattoo prepped mind you) and yells out "OUR TURN!"

Oh good they got wasted

my partner of course yells they need to back off and not touch the table

I go into damage control mode and cheerfully repeat that it'll be their turn after this girl. They sit down again.

One of the others seems to be marginally aware still that was a social faux-pass so he takes two beers and offers them to us. My partner declines because they're still pissed of course. I take it because they are around me being very tall and I have girl survival skills that tell me to not say no to agressive guys when I'm (literally) cornered by them

like 20 minutes pass while my partner is tattooing and I don't know what they've been having beforehand but it's really hitting now and their eyes are all glazed over. Suddenly the guy who slammed the table comes really close to me (again being very tall and Dutch) and starts asking if I'm going in front of them (in the line) and I have to remind him I'm not in line, I manage the line, and he just kinda stares me down and at this point just all my alarm bells start going off so I quickly slip behind the table

I start telling my partner "So these Dutch guys" and they immediately go "Yeah there's no way I'm tattooing them" so I tell them they're scaring me at this point to which my partner of course gets upset about, and I can see they want to give these guys a piece of their mind.

Now my partner is also not a small person but there are 3 of them and if you've been around drunk people enough you know the look of a guy who's gotten to the point where they're volatile and if my partner is going to deny them the tattoo at this point and probably tell them why chances are big they're either going to break the furniture or my partner.

and again, the place is crowded as fuck so this could get very chaotic very fast

So I tell my partner that if they're going to tell these guys off they need to get the people from the café involved for safety

at this point I had to go into the toilets for a bit to calm myself down from getting a panic attack because this is not the first time guys have squared up to me like that and I've had a guy in that state grab me once and not let go while his friends formed a circle around that and yaddayada you know kinda traumatic, and add the crowd and the noise and me being scared for my partner so it's only logical I needed a breather.

when I came back my partner was talking to someone of the café and they did promptly and skillfully kick these guys out

at which point some other guy tried to take our food and my partner, still wired up, called him a bitch (which we retroactively had a laugh about it because it's quite funny to just simply call some dude a bitch, breaking gender norms etc)

My partner thought about calling it quits early because they were worried about me but as soon as these guys were gone I was allright.

The next person was a young guy who said "Hey this is my first tattoo, you're really making my day man!" so he managed to bring some good vibes back into the situation.

A friend showed up so we got way better company

a friendly girl talked to me but she had no sense of personal space and held the entire conversation about 3 cm away from my face

I got told I have a Wednesday Addams vibe which I would think I'm too ginger for but it happened anyways

Because of the adrenaline my anxietymeter kinda ran out and I told a guy with a straight face that if he was a good boy on the tattoo table he would get a sticker.

I did get multiple free drinks from people who were not scary at all

I yelled at some 18 year old guys who walked behind the tatoo table while my partner was gone thinking no one was watching and they promptly left the cafe, there is an angry teachers voice hidden somewhere in me apparently.

When we were packing up a drunk girl begged to still get a tattoo and when my partner said no but that she could get a sticker she called their stickers ugly and they said she should work on her socials skills and then she apologised and kind of started flirting with them and stuck two of their stickers on her boobs and gave them their number and talked about her boyfriend and I was also standing there the whole time yes.

she said at one point that she wanted a sticker that fits on her cellphone and I have stickers in the perfect size for that but she didn't talk to me so I didn't say anything.

She held on an entire 20 minute conversation solely talking to my partner which hey we have an open relationship but she doesn't know that so I was slightly amused and I theatrically leaned my head on my hands like I was watching a show.

She told my partner they could tattoo her butt next event. "You can put the megaphone" (one of the designs)"on my butt! You can put it in!- on!"

after this whole time she suddenly looked at me and said "what's your name" so I said "I am Lora and I do have a sticker that fits on your phone" so she said "Oh why didn't you say!" and I said "because I wasn't part of the conversation up until this point :)" but I did give her a sticker and she asked my name again 5 times while her friends who somehow were way more sober carried her off

my partner and I did have a conversation at this point about which way would be the worst to actually stick a megaphone up your but

When the café was finally closed my partner layed down on the table and we kissed a bit because all the café workers were in the other room anyways but the doors weren't properly closed yet so party goers off the street kept tumbling in so they just walked into an empty space with two people making out on a massage table so they now must have a very specific idea about what café workers in the city center get up to after hours.

We finally got home around 3 in the morning which was exactly the time a bomb went off in my friends' street about a km away.

which my friend found out trough me texting it but I already told that story here

anyways that's too much stuff happening for a person that also writes long posts on tumblr so that's why spend the entire day just horizontal. zzz

[cry-away-the-monsters]

“Shit...so now he probably has some way of messing with spirits, then. Fuck,” Deacon mutters, resisting the urge to bite at his nails. He’s working to break that shitty habit...he’s been good about it for a good few months now, but it still sneaks up on him every now and again. “...we need to at least keep the kids out of this, then. Keep any of the others away from this shit. No doubt in my mind he’s probably already trying to fuck with them. Based on what you guys said about him...he’s probably gonna use mind games to get to either Cassidy or Angel, if he even bothers with Cassidy. Considering how close the two are...” he trails off before stopping entirely, a thought coming to mind.

“...fucking hell. Yeah, we...we gotta get a plan together fast. If we don’t get there soon, Angel’s gonna stress right the hell out. She’s only at five months...if she gets too stressed, she’s gonna go into labour,” he says, though he tries to keep it quiet, mostly just thinking aloud at this point. He pauses. “...wait. Wait, I might have an idea. You...remnant. He has the other part of your remnant in him, right? If he does, there should be some way for you to get through to that. You can’t get sick and I personally don’t give a shit...uh. Aerin’s house isn’t that far away. If we run over, we can ask them about it. They know more about communication with spirits than me, so maybe they can help explain things better. I got an idea, but...I dunno how to word it,” he suggests, getting on his knees and placing a hand on Springtrap’s shoulder. “Come on, buddy...you gotta trust me on this. You can’t sit here and cry the entire time. Get her stuff, we can get there in just a few minutes if you get your ass in gear now.

“I know this hurts. I know it’s gonna hurt to get up and get out of here. But we’re not gonna get to Angel just curling up in a ball and sobbing. You gotta stay with me, okay?” he says, not touching Springtrap anywhere else other than his shoulder, not wanting to upset him further. “We’ll get her back. No virus-glitch-parasite thing is gonna take her away, not on our watch. We still have a shot but we gotta go now.”

He isn’t sure how to comfort people in these situations...Angel knows just what to say and do to calm him down. Deacon doesn’t have a clue what he can do without it being at least a little awkward.

“She got you out of that horrible horror attraction. She helped you get better. She helped rebuild your suit, made you a ring, gave you her father’s ring, something she would never give to just anyone. She holds those things close to her like you wouldn’t believe. She saved you from that game, and now she’s taking down an entire company so you, she, and the kids can all move on and get better. Fuck, she’s willing to stay with you even after her own body’s given out. She’s willing to almost give up her life so you two can have kids together. Anyone else would’ve taken that heart problem warning and gotten rid of the kids before delivery...but she’s gonna carry them to term. You can’t give up on her now...I don’t know what else would get you out of this. You can cry with her when we have her back, but right now we need to get this shit sorted.”

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Vanny watches Angel and Glitchtrap with a grin still on her face while Angel whimpers and pushes herself against the wall as much as she can, squeezing her eyes shut tightly as Glitchtrap corners her. “G-go away...go away!!” she cries, covering her face with her hands while she lets out choked sobs and occasional wails of distress, one of her hands eventually moving down to her stomach. “G-g-go away, you...you’ll n-n-never be as good a-as him!! He’s...he’s f-far stronger than you c-could ever hope to b-be!! He’s been fighting f-for over a year, h-h-he fought in purgatory, h-he fought against you f-for well over thirty y-years so he’d never m-make the same mistakes! G-giving into that corruption a-and violence makes you s-so much weaker than h-him...

“T-true strength doesn’t come f-f-from cheap tactics to i-intimidate and...and hypnotise, t-to manipulate and control, i-i-it comes from growing a-and becoming a better p-person. If you’ve really n-not learned a thing a-about that from your p-past, then...then you’re f-far weaker than even I-I am!!” she screams, keeping herself from looking at him, her voice hoarse and shaky. She whimpers as she winces and doubles over, stress and fear causing Braxton Hicks contractions...thankfully not real ones, but they’re just as fear-inducing. She pants and whimpers quietly, her hair hiding her face. She can hear her heart thump in her ears, her heart leaping up to her throat while she continues to sob uncontrollably.

Vanny glares at the woman for insulting Glitchtrap like that, gritting her teeth. “Watch your mouth. Your precious little ‘Springtrap’ is nothing like him. You’ll see our way soon enough...you know he’s right.”

“N-no!!” she wails, keeping her eyes closed while she keeps her head down, the collar pressing on the back of her neck as she finally gets over the false contractions. She whimpers as she presses her back against the wall again and lowers her head, sniffling and hiccuping out of fear. “You’re...you’re just a-a-as horrible as Luke e-ever was to me!!” she shouts, starting to hyperventilate. She tries to push away, whimpering as she pulls her legs in closer to her, though it’s difficult with her stomach in the way. “S-Springtrap would never force m-me into loving him...h-he’d never do this t-to me. If you r-r-really cared about me o-or loved me at a-all, you’d never do th-this!!”

She can feel Fredbear’s claws sink into her sides...more than that, she can hear and feel every horrid word, degrading slur, and touch anyone’s ever said to or given her. This is wrong...it feels wrong. It feels horrible, she’d throw up from the stress if she could. She can feel Glitchtrap’s eyes on her, her fear only worsening. If it were Springtrap pushing her into a wall with a collar and leash around her neck...she’d be fine. She’d be into it, even; he knows what she’s okay with and what she’s not, he would make it safe and sound for her...but this? It’s disgusting. It’s vile and she hates every second of it...it’s suffocating.

She feels like she could pass out from strain at any second now.

Under the mask, Vanny rolls her eyes. “Should I just get one of the boxes?” she asks, a bit tired of Angel’s screaming now. She’ll let Glitch decide though. While Angel screams, Cassidy trembles by her shoulder, keeping her own face hidden, fear overwhelming her as well. She sobs along with Angel. Seeing the old suit that led her away and killed her, seeing him pressure Angel like that, trying to get her to look at him...feeling, seeing, and hearing the shit going on in Angel’s mind...it’s all too much. It’s too much for her to take...and she hates it. She whimpers and hugs Angel tightly.

“P-please...mom...calm down...” she begs quietly, but her begging does nothing to soothe Angel. She just wants Springtrap back...

The 5’3” brunette woman looks up at the oddly familiar-looking, rather grotesque, decayed version of the bunny mascot she once saw dancing around on a stage as a child, looking at him with a very confused look on her soft, rounded face, as though trying to figure out what the hell to say. “S-so uhm. Are you a-actually Spring Bonnie?” she stammers, a very soft voice coos out, a rather thick but pretty English accent quite noticeable. [[ cry-away-the-monsters ]]

“…Technically. I was once Spring Bonnie, I always wore this suit. It was mine…now I’m trapped in it forever. I call myself Springtrap now.” He responded, standing much taller than the woman, seeing as he was 7 foot. “It’s not so bad, I get to live forever and be something else…” He noticed how she had the same accent at him, it was not too often he met anyone around from where he was born. “You shouldn’t be here though, it’s dangerous…”

@cry-away-the-monsters