#▇ 🌟┊🎮 ❝ i'm your employer! ❞ 🎮┊🌟 ▇ (mad!pat verse)

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@irnocns asked: "Remember that conversation we had about personal space." / go my convict

hazel eyes narrow at fast hands motioning towards him , feeling tight lips pull into a deep frown . madison didn't care much for the comfort of others , and the convict before him was no different . the brunet wasn't surprised at his inevitable doom , sent to a watery tomb far from the grasps of civilization beyond a mute who could care less to have the murderer here . despite this tense air , this evident shared feeling of disregard , mads gives a faux smile and leans back onto his heels , tone dripping with condescension . " oh , my bad ! didn't know the difference between us carrying on or not was entirely dependent on you having a foot of extra space to yourself ! "

madison moves to where his spine presses into pipes and bolts , grin turning something sour as he cocked a brow at the raven . " please , let me know if THIS is enough wiggle room for you . "

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like a cobra in tall grass , madison lurked and sought after moments to strike . a putrid cannibal with a wretched past of child murder and unwavering employee neglect ; yet , despite this , the man before him was nothing he'd dealt with before . adversaries , foes , those who went against mads' ideals or stood in his way of feeding the guttural NEED to have ichor staining his teeth , these people more often than not were either sarcastic and laissez-faire or were over the top , dramatic characters with boundless optimism . the convict was stoic , forcibly silent , curt . he was usually in the position that madison would find himself in time after time , having to be the bigger man , ' put together ' . right now , the brunet was in the position of the subordinate , the inexperienced , the UNAWARE . what a disgusting feeling .

madison was not one who sought to be useless , finding greatest pleasure in OVER-performing if anything . hazel eyes snap to the map as he watches it speak , brows knotting together as his gaze glossed over to something bordering on cold . his tone is short , quick , F I N I T E . " sure . if your work is interrupted by banter , then that's completely fine , c a p t a i n . " the term has a significant bite to it , mads' chin tilting downwards just a smidge as his glare narrowed between the convict and the map .

" just get us to the next location . " just as easily as madison could feign whimsy and exuberance , he found it as simple to exhume the true exhaustion and agitation he felt in this situation . stitched hands fidget with the cuffs of his uniform , eyes unwavering from it as he watched it work in complete silence , simply observing .

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@luckyg1rlsyndrome asked: ❛ burn it all. ❜ from willa

" i'm T R Y I N G to . " he retorts , something short and curt , something unlike the tone he would usually use for his own wife ; but , madison was STRESSED . everything was getting under his skin , everything was eating at his mind , it felt like there was something deeply bottled within him threatening to TEAR him apart at the seams . this job was starting to become more work than he'd cut it out to be , he'd thought that william's job seemed easy from an outsider perspective , that he was some mere coder with a personality that placed him in a position of authority , but with the stressors from work and the repercussions of his actions were closing in madison was closer to breaking .

" it's not as EASY as that , willa . trust me , i W I S H it was , i do . but , you can't just burn an entire building , your ONLY source of income , and just turn away as if nothing will happen . the police WILL come , they WILL interrogate me , and i DON'T want them in my shit right now . i can't have them any closer on my tail than they ALREADY ARE . . . " stitched hands grip idly at the denim of his jeans , teeth gnawing at the inside of his mouth as hazel eyes blown wide looked anywhere but towards his solace .

" i don't know WHAT i'm going to do . . . "

[gamethecry]

" finally . . . no more internet . . . no more lore . . . s i l e n c e . "

" november 1st approaches . "

" . . . i stand corrected . "

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@staticbrajn | cont'd [ x ]

there was something so intriguing about the adrenaline associated with being THIS close to law enforcement , something so HUMAN . a sensation impossibly out of the vampire's reach , yet given in sharp doses when face to face with the possible repercussions of his actions . it was as if these murder sprees , these messy cover ups , were in a vain effort to chase a never ending high he could barely maintain , something only heightened by the carnal hunger that quelled in his gut . dull eyes coast down to fidgeting fingers , snapping up just as fast to see wandering eyes zoning in on his sharp maw . thin lips close to a tight smile , heading tilting in interest at what this DETECTIVE had on him .

madison seemed to almost compensate his lack of humanity with this odd , unnatural facade . something of a creature wearing the mask of a man , teetering between seeming like a possible disturbed man and something else entirely . the vampire can't help the chuckle that passes his lips at the question shot back at him , hallow eyes crinkling at the corner as he adjusts in his chair so he can invade mat's personal space as much as he could . " hey , all just jokes , detective ! " the brunet snorts , clasping together with a clasp . " love law enforcement after all , got security guards of my own , you know ? " his eyes narrow before he leans back into his seat , listening to other's further questioning .

pale hands pull apart in a slightly exasperated shrug , shaking his head . " i don't know what to tell you , " his lips tug in a tight frown , adverting his gaze for a moment before snapping back to meet mat's gaze , " i'm not necessarily the most UNIQUE looking guy out here by any stretch of the imagination . " madison grins , fangs poking over his bottom lip for only an iota of a second . " i can tell you that i was here in my home last night , sleeping because i work early mornings . unfortunately , i live ALONE . now , you're welcome to search my house if that would make you happy , but i assure you , mat , you won't find anything here . "

the monster cranes his head , a face spiting grin cracking his face in two . " and that's because i'm not some guy that just kills for FUN or anything like that ! i'm an entertainer , a creator ! i can't answer your irrational questions because RATIONALLY i wasn't there . " his tone starts to titter off into something almost scornful in nature , smile dying to an empty expression before the vampire gives a clear of his throat and another shrug . " sorry to be of no help to you ; but , i'm NOT the man you think i am . " maybe not a murder for fun entirely , at times for necessity , but a MONSTER all the same . madison sighs , gesturing around his home . " so , once again , feel free , if not and you've got more questions , go ahead and SHOOT . . . i can even get ya' something to drink . " that eerie smile doesn't make the effort seem as kind as it would have normally , something almost sickeningly saccharine in nature .

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black pupils blown wide fall onto a head of raven hair , fingers clenched in a tightly wound bundle placed delicately in front of his frame as he sat across from the one thing he hated the MOST . if madison could produce steam from his ears and a whistle like a steam pipe , he would in this very moment , an anger barely maintained by this thin sheen of a humorous facade . the brunet is the first to speak , torso leaning forward so he can encroach on the other's position despite the fact a table separated them . " so , what have i done to earn the ABSOLUTE pleasure of being face to face with YOU again ? "

call this an ill reunion , crazed eyes and tattered skin meeting unscathed flesh and flat irises , a violent slurry of an eerie calm and a violent rage . " i'd think you'd take every ounce of money you had left and would kick ROCKS after i called you . " the brunet gives a small titter , hazel eyes focusing hard onto the other as if burning a hole straight through nate . " what part did you NOT understand , hm ? was it that you didn't take me SERIOUSLY , or was it you couldn't even scrape enough dollars to buy a bus ticket ? "

the brunet snorts , throwing his body back into his chair , expression slowly faltering from its faux buoyancy to something scornful . something ENRAGED . " c'mon . . . HUMOR ME , nathan ! you've had MONTHS to get prepared , to run away , to tuck your tail between your knees , yet . . . H E R E you are . . . WHY ? "

@murdermelody | <3'd

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the comment makes mads actually give a genuine grin . funny wyatt was , one of the very , VERY few positives the previous night guard had to his name . if humor hadn't become an entanglement of sarcasm and dark humor , mads thought for a brief second that perhaps this entire situation and the other's humor would be far more palatable ; but , as it stood , he was far different from the man he once used to be . a twisted form of a man of entertainment , now seeking his own sick way to find comedy and joy . " mhm , an interesting one if that's truly the case . " his upper lip gives a minor twitch , making the burnt , scarred skin move with . the silence between them was thick enough to be cut with a knife , but glancing around them , it'd seemed as if every other person on the street was practically averting their gazes from the two , as if they didn't even exist ; which , in retrospect is far more preferable than to have every jane and joe butting into their VERY private conversation . there was a small voice in the back of mads' mind , considering the statistical possibility of gaining wyatt's trust , or manipulating him enough to join his side . 5 % . a 5 % chance . years and years of messing with numbers , code , probability , this was about as broad of a " close number " as he was going to get ; especially with how brief it seemed wyatt wanted this interaction to end . but , the brunet had to humor it . wyatt being as intelligently stupid as he was , with enough strength to easily hold back a vicious animatronic , it would be such a waste to just KILL him . the grin on his face turns coy for a second as wyatt grasped his hand , calloused palm meeting scarred skin , some spots soft and others scaly . his grip was firm , but easily let go as the other did to keep from seeming as if he was trapping wyatt . the brunet nods at the words , giving a soft chuckle in response . his tone is calm , collected , nothing less than polite even . " oh , i am quite certain of that , mr . wyatt . no worries on that frontier , i assure you . " his hand reaches back into his pocket , fiddling with something that sounded like paper , before pulling out a leaflet adorned in bright primary colors and some similar looking animatronics . they looked more modern , but still had their childlike wonder the originals had . he offers it out to the other , entirely expecting this to end up in the trash sooner or later .

" since my bail got posted , " a lie , but he hoped the theatre degree was good for something , " i repurchased the previous building , gave it a bit of life and added a new cast seeing as my previous animatronics have gone . . . missing . " he gives wyatt an all to knowing look . " but , nevertheless it hasn't been difficult for me to engineer the friendliest animatronics for kids , so we have the same cast , but new looks . " mads' expression for a second does not seem as crazed as it did when they were in the pizzeria that fatal night , he seemed ALMOST normal . " has the address on the back as well as the phone number for the front desk , operation hours , etcetera . obviously , you are not obligated to come , but there are always new faces there . " he points to a particular spot on the front labeled in colorful bubble letters "LOOKING FOR NIGHT SHIFT!" , and if you happen to know someone to cover this position , that would be wonderful . " finally , he fully hands it over to wyatt before shoving his hand back into his pocket . " now , i must ask , would you be opposed to discussing with me in a more private place as to where my original animatronics are ? "

the air had fallen stale at wyatt's words , mads eyes narrowing to a questioning squint before opening back up . was he being serious ? was this another previous workers attempt at making his existence seem as if it were nothing but a party trick ? whichever it was , it made mads' blood BOIL . one thing he could never grasp his head around was why anyone being faced with a monster such as himself would do anything other than grovel and BEG for mercy ; but , perhaps the more traumatized folk had a different idea when it came to facing what may be their untimely demise . hazel eyes lonk onto the tap tap TAP of the ex-worker's fingertips , keeping that logged in the back of his mind . there were hours and hours of video tapes of not ONLY wyatt's nights working at freddy's , but also the worker after and the worker after , etc . mads kept neat files stored on a personal hard drive of every worker he's every had , as much information as he could gather from their resumes ( and personal research ) , and had at this point categorized each video for each purpose he had them for ; despite all of this , wyatt was almost an anomaly . days and days of information , clips , voice bites , but mads knew practically nothing . wyatt had gotten away with providing the bare minimum , and mads was now reaping what he sowed for allowing such .

he couldn't tell if wyatt was genuinely confused , had forgotten the man , or if he was just fucking around to get a rise out of the brunet . he jaw tightened for a second before chuckling and shaking his head . " well , judging by your first sentence , i think it's safe to say that i don't have the wrong person . " he sneers , finally taking a couple of steps closer . " plus , i don't believe i know that many wyatts who used to have red hair . judging by the tips of your hair , i assume that the police were long off your tail after they got me . no need to keep the silly red dye , right ? " a couple more steps , eyes darkening . mads wasn't sure what it was he wanted with wyatt , well besides to kill him of course . this was a man who had seen him at close to his worst , now being privy to the knowledge that mads was a free man who could go right back to doing those " bad " things he had been before , and may want to stop him . mads wanted to eliminate any chance of someone getting in his way of doing what it was he loved . but , killing someone is never as easy as they make it seem on the big screen . " although , i may be mistaken , " he leans back , expression lightening as he is now a mere few feet from the other , " to which i do apologize for the inconvenience . " mads sticks out a hand from his pocket , offering it to this " stranger " .

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the air had fallen stale at wyatt's words , mads eyes narrowing to a questioning squint before opening back up . was he being serious ? was this another previous workers attempt at making his existence seem as if it were nothing but a party trick ? whichever it was , it made mads' blood BOIL . one thing he could never grasp his head around was why anyone being faced with a monster such as himself would do anything other than grovel and BEG for mercy ; but , perhaps the more traumatized folk had a different idea when it came to facing what may be their untimely demise . hazel eyes lonk onto the tap tap TAP of the ex-worker's fingertips , keeping that logged in the back of his mind . there were hours and hours of video tapes of not ONLY wyatt's nights working at freddy's , but also the worker after and the worker after , etc . mads kept neat files stored on a personal hard drive of every worker he's every had , as much information as he could gather from their resumes ( and personal research ) , and had at this point categorized each video for each purpose he had them for ; despite all of this , wyatt was almost an anomaly . days and days of information , clips , voice bites , but mads knew practically nothing . wyatt had gotten away with providing the bare minimum , and mads was now reaping what he sowed for allowing such .

he couldn't tell if wyatt was genuinely confused , had forgotten the man , or if he was just fucking around to get a rise out of the brunet . he jaw tightened for a second before chuckling and shaking his head . " well , judging by your first sentence , i think it's safe to say that i don't have the wrong person . " he sneers , finally taking a couple of steps closer . " plus , i don't believe i know that many wyatts who used to have red hair . judging by the tips of your hair , i assume that the police were long off your tail after they got me . no need to keep the silly red dye , right ? " a couple more steps , eyes darkening . mads wasn't sure what it was he wanted with wyatt , well besides to kill him of course . this was a man who had seen him at close to his worst , now being privy to the knowledge that mads was a free man who could go right back to doing those " bad " things he had been before , and may want to stop him . mads wanted to eliminate any chance of someone getting in his way of doing what it was he loved . but , killing someone is never as easy as they make it seem on the big screen . " although , i may be mistaken , " he leans back , expression lightening as he is now a mere few feet from the other , " to which i do apologize for the inconvenience . " mads sticks out a hand from his pocket , offering it to this " stranger " .

there was an unreadable expression behind his eyes , a fervent , vicious anger and malice that had been waiting eons to be released b u b b l i n g through that faux toothy grin the man forced upon his face when his eyes met wyatt's . there was one of two things in which could happen in these very moments , wyatt could turn and bolt , fearing facing the one thing that he had probably sworn he would never see again ; or . . . maybe he would put up a fight ? the latter thought made a fire flare behind his eyes , narrowing the fire , having not killed him , left them with a gnarly scar , orange and pink , that started at his jaw and enveloped his right eye . it appeared both eyes work , unfortunately not having suffered any blindness from the incident ( which he would have enjoyed so he didn't have to watch those plain grey prison walls during his sentence ) . mr . afton felt as if they were in a stand off , hazel eyes easily watching the dark haired man to see if he made any quick moves . if the sun hadn't been so high in the sky , mads would have made a move , attempted to SUBDUE to man on the spot , drag him to the highest bridge he could , and throw wyatt over . but , the clacks of distant walking reminded him that this was certainly not the time nor place to be doing anything too rash . his tone is saccharine , eyes softening and grin becoming less sinister to appear more . . . human . " is that wyatt ? " he muses , pushing his hands into the pockets of his trench coat , still making no obvious move to approach the other .

@gunactii / [ x ]

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absolute wordless threats meant very little to the brunet . this stranger with looks sharp as razor simply glided by skin of stone that had hardened over the years . it doesn't take a killer to murder , it only takes a reason to kill ; and , for madison that reason was resolute , to lose his closest loved one by the hands of someone he thought he could trust was something so finite . it caused the man that was ONCE madison to turn cold , shut off , conniving . he found comfort in rage , something sadness couldn't bring , madison was a caged animal at his finest in this very moment , a monster barely contained by a thin sheen of normalcy he tried to force onto his sharp features .

hazel eyes watch it's hands move , a huff bubbling in his throat in response as cold eyes watched the way the convict's body made futile attempts to relax in response to mads' words . the droning beats of this machine have become a noise as secondary as his own heartbeat , the sound simply reverberating along his skull as he tries to stay in the present . despite it all , despite the want to create enemies with the only life he'd seen in quite a while , madison simply rolls his eyes . the need to be social trumped the need to be slick it would seem .

broad shoulders turn away from the other , stitched hands coming to across along his chest . " hey , wanna kill us both that bad ? be my guest . all i wanted to do was see what it was you were doing , god forbid you fucking keel over and i have to man this death trap myself . " mads grumbles , slowly pacing down the hall before turning heel to walk backwards to face the convict as he spoke once more . " to try and strike some conversation that isn't ' WORK ' based , what brought you down here ? " small talk , huh ? the serpent that was madison grinned , hazel eyes narrowing as he awaited an answer .