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[curseofbreadbear]

@animatronicabundance​ ❤’d! ( for gregbot! )

[Cassidy had been drawn to the Pizzaplex for a number of reasons; finding her killer, righting her wrongs, etcetera, etcetera. She had every reason to be here, but the one that she didn't anticipate...was Sammy. Her former suitmate, a kid she'd been unwillingly tethered to, a crybaby she'd outwardly mocked, and yet...she considered him her best friend in the whole world. Somewhere along the way -- no, in the midst of her vengeance -- they'd been separated...and she'd never quite recovered from the loss.]

[Now, however, she could see his face -- actually see him -- and hear his voice all over again. "Help me." It sounded just like him, the crybaby she'd known for years; there was no way this was fake, right? Still -- she was prepared for anything. She made sure she was well-equipped, in case this was a trap, like she suspected it might be. Sure, she might have been "resurrected," but that felt like a fluke. What were the chances that Sammy had been revived, too? Wasn't it weird enough to happen to her??]

[And so Cassidy wandered into the ruins of the Pizzaplex, flashlight in-hand, keeping a keen eye out for her old friend. She was here for a number of reasons, sure -- but...it'd be a lie to say that she wasn't holding out hope. Even if he was in danger, she was confident that she could help...she'd retained enough power to save him.]

[The lobby was in shambles, but it was quiet -- inactive. A few of the security bots lied in twitching, broken piles, meaning she was free to call out to him...for now. Maybe it wasn't the wisest idea, but she was capable.]

❝ ...Sammy? Are you here? ❞

[curseofbreadbear]

today is an art day i guess???? (under the cut because today is not a Confident day kfjdsjsfd)

real cassidy hours

[curseofbreadbear]

@fczbecrspizzc​ ❤’d! ( for sunny! )

[Cassidy had been granted a second chance, an opportunity to make things right -- she wasn't going to waste it. Though part of her had been drawn to this place because of the screens showing her best friend's face, she knew she couldn't spend all of her time searching for him -- she had to spend her time wisely. Otherwise, her killer might escape, or she might somehow lose her grip on her vessel, and she couldn't allow for either possibility...not until she'd fixed everything.]

[Thus, she spent her time searching the vast expanse of the Pizzaplex for her killer -- any sign of him, anything that might lead her to his whereabouts. She kept a keen eye out, in case she ran into anybody else, and hid from the few disheveled bots she did run into; violence might be her go-to, but the Glamrocks here reminded her too much of her old friends.]

[In time, she did manage to spot somebody -- but it wasn't the person she expected to see. Far from it. Her memories of her brief life were incredibly fuzzy, but even catching a glimpse of her sister was enough. She remembered what Sunny looked like, even if it was only the faintest blur. This was her, it had to be. Was she searching for answers too? But how was she still...?]

[No, she wouldn't question that right now -- she had to talk to her. Chances were, if they put their heads together, they'd solve this mystery in no time. Cassidy sprinted over to where she'd seen her sister's silhouette, ignoring the obvious danger in doing so.]

❝ Sunny! Wait! ❞

[curseofbreadbear]

@burnt-basement-bunny​​ ( continued from here! )

[Her tormentor-turned-victim's words were effective, albeit not in the way he intended. There was a resultant twitch from her eye, and she gritted her teeth in frustration -- sure, at several deaths in, they were only just beginning...but he still wasn't broken. In fact, judging by that comment, he was just as cocky as ever. How long until she sapped his will? How long until he fell apart?]

[The content of his snide remark, on the other hand, would have been mocked by her ( were she not so impatient over the effects of her makeshift Hell ). "Surpass" him? She couldn't. Even when she shattered him, finally, and he lied at her feet and begged for mercy -- even when she pressed on, knowing smile on her face, and continued to kill him. Again and again. It would never end. Even then, after ignoring his pleas, she would not have surpassed him -- she would have matched him, perhaps, but never surpassed.]

[William Afton was a killer who tortured and murdered the innocent. Time and time again, he hurt and killed children who could not fight back. This was vengeance. This was payback, righteous and deserved.]

❝ I couldn't "surpass" your cruelty even if I wanted to. ❞ [Whether she did want to remained vague; at this point, she wasn't certain that it mattered. She had what she wanted in her grasp, and all that remained was to make him pay. If she crossed a line...who would stop her? Who would care? This was the man who killed her and her friends. He deserved this, even if...even if she wound up stooping to his level.] ❝ You tortured and killed kids. I'm just getting the revenge all of us deserve. ❞

[curseofbreadbear]

@rhythmicmultimuse​​ ❤’d! ( for tulip! )

[Cassidy had been attached to Tulip for...a while now, but even in that presumably long stretch of time, she hadn't once seen them break like this. They were in tears, and she wasn't even sure why -- not only that, but she could feel herself cracking, too. Why?? She hadn't shed a single tear in -- well, for as far as she knew, a hundred years! Why the hell was she starting to sniffle now? It sure as fuck wasn't because she sympathized. If anything, she wanted Tulip to stop. That was one lesson that had stuck with her throughout her time as a spirit -- she couldn't ever let herself show an ounce of vulnerability. Tears were a no-go.]

❝ Hey -- ❞ [She grumbled, pressing her lips together to keep them from trembling. Seriously, what was going on??] ❝ Quit it. Seriously, what's wrong with you?? ❞

[curseofbreadbear]

What Type of Symphony Are You?

The Elegy: The Blooming of the Rose

You are the crescendo, a never-ending strength which arouses great power and love within. You feel immensely, intensely, and every surface you touch is laiden with love-- but beware, one must not cross you. Your ardor knows no bounds and your symphony echoes on. You bring tears to one's eyes when they look at you too long and you inflict hope within tragedy. You are the end-all-be-all, but you are not to be mistaken in fear-- people cannot help feeling everything at once when they meet you, for you are the cosmos which blinds the oblivious and gifts the shadows light. Your song: Elegies of Thule No. 3 by Tonu Korvits

The Nocturne: The Rise

There is a darkness which has tormented you, and the genius lament burdens you, but fear not... you are the pull of the tide and the light of the moon on a winter path. You are the soft notes which increase in intensity till the pianist pours over the keys with such passion it can only bring tears to your eyes. You cannot do things halfway though you yearn for it, and you envy those blessed with blissful ignorance, but in the end you know you'd not have it any other way -- you are the rise they are afraid of till they cannot look away. Your song: Nocturne in C Minor by Chopin

Prelude: The First Movement

You are the opening of the suite, the beginnings everyone awaits, the soft hum of the violins tuning as it grows louder and louder till the lights come on. You are the excitement one feels knowing they have this world to themselves, and the love one feels knowing there cannot be an end. You are the comfort of the unknown instead of the fear, and the happiness you hold, though it may fade, will always return to you. You are the beauty most lack, and the originality everyone strives for. You are the warmth of a light that never fades. Your song: Bach Street Prelude by Vanessa Mae

Partita: The Soloist

You are the silence in the theatre as the soloist readies his bow, and the chill one feels at the strike of the first note. You are the undeniable gravity that brings everything together, and you hold captive the fool and the genius alike. You make no promises with life for which path you are to take, and that is why your life can be nothing but extraordinary-- you know no other way. Though the mirror may be your greatest enemy, you know there is no absolution but that in the reflection. Through light and dark, you feel no discomfort in being alone though at times you crave affection. No matter. You persist. And that is your greatest strength. Your song: Partita in E Major by Bach

tagged by: @fazbearings​ & @madrcams​ ( thank you!! <33 ) tagging: YOU!!!

[curseofbreadbear]

SO? I ACCIDENTALLY OPENED UCN ON MY PHONE AND I ... ONLY /JUST/ NOTICED THIS LOADING SCREEN...

[curseofbreadbear]

@burnt-basement-bunny​ ❤’d!

[Cassidy sensed his presence here; having shared a mind with him for so long ( if only to inflict a not-so-eternal Hell upon him ), she would know his wretched stench better than anyone. She knew where to go. She knew what she would do. There was only one setback...]

[Her physical form had vanished. Once she found him, there wouldn't be much that she could do -- not on her own, anyway. She couldn't possess something in the hopes of regaining her powers, either...the robots here had either been corrupted by his presence ( at some point or another -- she could sense traces of him within them, and she wasn't about to trust that he was completely gone ), or utterly destroyed in "random accidents."]

[Still...Cassidy was desperate. She'd done everything wrong, and she was convinced that she might be the only one who could right it all. She'd broken out of that arcade cabinet prison for a reason -- if she'd freed him, then she was the only one who could imprison him again. She was still a spirit. Maybe if she directly linked to him again, terrifying as that idea was...maybe there was something she could do. Maybe she could destroy him from the inside. Now that she knew how powerful he was, she couldn't simply torture him...she needed to end him. That should've been what she resolved to do from the beginning, but she'd been greedy. She wanted him to feel her agony. Sammy was right -- she should have listened.]

[And thus Cassidy worked her way down to the depths of the Pizzaplex, following only instinct and her sixth sense, connecting her intrinsically to a man she detested. She found him. Everything led to this spot, through yet another horror attraction built upon the tragedies from over 80 years ago. Of course he'd wind up here...she still remembered Fazbear's Fright. How could she not? That was when she'd lost...well...somebody very dear to her.]

[Cassidy continued to follow her senses, until she was led to a strange glass -- maybe plastic? -- structure. Her hands pressed on the cylinder, struggling to determine what it was...but it was powering the whole building. Or maybe it was fueling him? Perhaps both. It didn't matter...if all went well, he wouldn't be here much longer, and nobody would need to suffer. Never again.]

[She took a breath...and jammed her translucent hands through the barrier. She squeezed the rabbit-man's head ( albeit more forcefully than necessary ) and concentrated all of her energy on linking their consciousnesses. If this somehow worked...if she could somehow grip his mind, as she had when she'd put him through that non-stop Hell...then she'd have a little chat with him in yet another mindscape of her own design -- and then, she would destroy him once and for all.]

[She could do this...she had to.]

[curseofbreadbear]

heehee...

[curseofbreadbear]

𝐓𝐇𝐄  " 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝟓 “ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

Instructions: on  a  scale  of  1  to  10 ,   rate  how  well  the  various   attributes  of  the  Big  5  Personality  Dimensions  fit  your  muse .   ( credit. ) repost,    do  not  reblog .

Tagged by: @abonndonment​ & @betaofthedead ( thank you!!! <3 )

Tagging: YOU!! 

⚡ GLAMROCK FREDDY ⚡

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 .

★★★★★★★★★★ : outgoing

★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : risk-taking

★★★★★★★★☆☆ : excitement-seeking

★★★★★★★★☆☆ : physically adventurous  

    𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 .

★★★★★★★★☆☆: trusting

★★★★★★★★★★ : compassionate

★★★★★★★★☆☆: empathetic

★★★★★★★★★★ : enjoys company

     𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐌 .

★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : angry

★★★★★★★☆☆☆ : depressed

★★★★★★★☆☆☆: anxiety

★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ : emotionally stable

   𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 .

★★★★★★★★☆☆ : self-disciplined

★★★★★★★★★★ : hard-working

★★★★★★★★☆☆:  prepared/dutiful

★★★★★★★★★★ : aims to over-achieve

   𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐓𝐎  𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  .

★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ : likes new things

★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ : likes novel settings

★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ : intellectual/ideas/imaginative

★★★★★★★★☆☆ : enjoys art/culture/adventure

🔦 VANESSA 🔦

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 .

★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆ : outgoing

★★★★★★★☆☆☆ : risk-taking

★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆ : excitement-seeking

★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : physically adventurous  

   𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 .

★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆: trusting

★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆ : compassionate

★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆: empathetic

★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆ : enjoys company

    𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐌 .

★★★★★★★★☆☆ : angry

★★★★★★★★☆☆ : depressed

★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆: anxiety

★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆ : emotionally stable

  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 .

★★★★★★★★☆☆ : self-disciplined

★★★★★★★★★☆ : hard-working

★★★★★★★★☆☆:  prepared/dutiful

★★★★★★★☆☆☆ : aims to over-achieve

  𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐓𝐎  𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  .

★★★★★★★★☆☆ : likes new things

★★★★★★★★☆☆ : likes novel settings

★★★★★★★★★★ : intellectual/ideas/imaginative

★★★★★★★★★★ : enjoys art/culture/adventure

🍿 MICHAEL AFTON 🍿

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 .

★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆ : outgoing

★★★★★★★★☆☆ : risk-taking

★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆ : excitement-seeking

★★★★★★★★☆☆ : physically adventurous  

   𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 .

★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆: trusting

★★★★★★★★☆☆ : compassionate

★★★★★★★★☆☆: empathetic

★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆ : enjoys company

    𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐌 .

★★★★★★★★☆☆ : angry

★★★★★★★★☆☆ : depressed

★★★★★★★★☆☆: anxiety

★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : emotionally stable

  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 .

★★★★★★★★☆☆ : self-disciplined

★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ : hard-working

★★★★★★☆☆☆☆:  prepared/dutiful

★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆ : aims to over-achieve

  𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐓𝐎  𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  .

★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ : likes new things

★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ : likes novel settings

★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ : intellectual/ideas/imaginative

★★★★★★★★☆☆ : enjoys art/culture/adventure

🎲 FUNTIME FREDDY 🎲

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 .

★★★★★★★★★★ : outgoing

★★★★★★★★★★ : risk-taking

★★★★★★★★★★ : excitement-seeking

★★★★★★★★★★ : physically adventurous  

  𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 .

★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆: trusting

★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆ : compassionate

★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆: empathetic

★★★★★★★★★★ : enjoys company

   𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐌 .

★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆ : angry

★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ : depressed

★★★★★★☆☆☆☆: anxiety

★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : emotionally stable

 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 .

★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : self-disciplined

★★★★★★★☆☆☆ : hard-working

★★★★★★★☆☆☆:  prepared/dutiful

★★★★★★★★★★ : aims to over-achieve

 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐓𝐎  𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  .

★★★★★★★★★☆ : likes new things

★★★★★★★★★★ : likes novel settings

★★★★★★★★★★ : intellectual/ideas/imaginative

★★★★★★★★★★ : enjoys art/culture/adventure

🍦 CIRCUS BABY 🍦

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 .

★★★★★★★★☆☆ : outgoing

★★★★★★★★★★ : risk-taking

★★★★★★★★★★ : excitement-seeking

★★★★★★★★★☆ : physically adventurous  

  𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 .

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆: trusting

★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : compassionate

★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆: empathetic

★★★★★★★★★☆ : enjoys company

   𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐌 .

★★★★★★★★★★ : angry

★★★★★★★★★★ : depressed

★★★★★★★★★★: anxiety

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : emotionally stable

 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 .

★★★★★★★★★★ : self-disciplined

★★★★★★★★★★ : hard-working

★★★★★★★★★★:  prepared/dutiful

★★★★★★★★★★ : aims to over-achieve

 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐓𝐎  𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  .

★★★★★★★★★★ : likes new things

★★★★★★★★★★ : likes novel settings

★★★★★★★★★☆ : intellectual/ideas/imaginative

★★★★★★★★★☆ : enjoys art/culture/adventure

🧸 GOLDEN FREDDY 🧸

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 .

★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : outgoing

★★★★★★★★☆☆ : risk-taking

★★★★★★★★☆☆ : excitement-seeking

★★★★★★★★★★ : physically adventurous

𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 .

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆: trusting

★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : compassionate

★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆: empathetic

★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : enjoys company

𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐌 .

★★★★★★★★★★ : angry

★★★★★★★★☆☆ : depressed

★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆: anxiety

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : emotionally stable

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 .

★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : self-disciplined

★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ : hard-working

★★★★★★☆☆☆☆: prepared/dutiful

★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : aims to over-achieve

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 .

★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : likes new things

★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : likes novel settings

★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ : intellectual/ideas/imaginative

★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆ : enjoys art/culture/adventure

[curseofbreadbear]

My Golden Freddy at your Cassidy: "You are only a child."

Cassidy: "STOP CONDENSENDING ME. YOU CAN'T BE THAT MUCH OLDER!"

Golden Freddy: "Well, how old are you."

Cassidy: "Yeah I died a child but I've been around for 30+ years. No way you can top that too much!"

Golden Freddy:

Golden Freddy: "I am 400."

Cassidy:

Golden Freddy:

Cassidy:

Cassidy: "What-"

Golden Freddy holding out adoption papers: "Sign those."

HAHSBHJDSBHASHJ

please oh my god. this is canon you can't convince me otherwise

[curseofbreadbear]

❝ i hate you, purple dippin’ dots. you always ruin fredbear’s family diner for me. ❞

[curseofbreadbear]

(sadly) cannot be killed. believe me, the world has tried, but this sad, rotting corpse of a man is doomed to keep on keepin’ on.

can be (and has been) killed, but will make you regret it to your dying breath.  you will find no rest or solace until she avenges her own & her friends’ deaths. she will hunt you down and torment you for eternity.

[curseofbreadbear]

UNPROMPTED || ALWAYS ACCEPTING!

anonymous asked: How does Cassidy feel about Mike? I mean the guy who killed her suitmate got killed himself but is also still alive, kind of, somehow? How is that fair.

Oh, believe you me, Cassidy hates Michael's GUTS.

With only [Bite Victim's] stories (which are, as I interpret things, just as frazzled and disjointed as they are in F.NAF 4, meaning that Michael would come across as a remorseless and "evil" older brother) as her impression of who Michael is as a person, Cassidy is convinced that he's no better than William. He's a killer, plain and simple, and more than anything...he hurt her best friend. That's a crime that's certainly punishable by death, and perhaps the same torment he gave [BV].

Believe me when I say that, given the opportunity, Cassidy would sentence Michael to a fate nearly as horrific as William's. No matter what, William's would need to be the worse out of the two -- but Michael? Michael could be subject to the same psychological torment and nightmares that [BV] was for a thousand years, and finally, Cassidy would be satisfied that she'd avenged [BV].

I like to think that she would have tried her damnedest to murk Michael if she ever knew he was around -- the only thing holding her back was [BV], likely because he holds his own power over the suit. In at least one universe, she manages to kill Michael and enjoys the fuck out of it, all while alienating herself from [BV]. I really, really enjoy thinking about that one -- the resultant strain on their relationship is just really fun to think about :)

[curseofbreadbear]

How do strangers perceive you?

scary dog privilege

loud music. laughing at bad horror movies. comfort through sitting in silence together. deep, Intricate forests and dark shades of green and purple. your best feature is probably a birthmark, or maybe your nose. you often look stoic, but when you do smile, it lights up your whole face. you're observant. you probably have a soft spot for kids. for someone who looks so scary, you have this innate way of making people feel so safe. you're a natural protector. you just want people to have it better than you did. your kindness is subtle. not everyone will see it. but it's the cause of so much healing. even more than you can see.

full of golden light

the smell of soup cooking in the other room. golden hour sunlight peeking in through the windows. laughter that bounces against the walls and smiles you can't help but mirror. you're easy to approach. your best feature is probably your smile. you don't mind looking silly if it makes people laugh. you're not easily embarrassed. you're calm and you make people feel at ease. you're a good listener because you really really care what they have to say. people leave every interaction with you feeling just a little bit more loved. you're a kind soul, and people can see that. you mean so much more to people than you know.

lightning never strikes the same place twice

midnight phone calls. original art hanging on the wall. indie music. the color blue and the feeling of knowing someone your whole life. you have a striking appearance. your best feature is probably your eyes. you're a rare soul, hard to figure out and impossible to forget. you probably don't speak often, but each word carries weight somehow. even when you're joking, you're revealing a tiny piece of you. you want to be loved so badly. you don't know that you already are.

the ground beneath us is solid

sitting under a tree in summer. the sound of light rain on a metal roof and old wooden coffee tables. getting so absorbed in a story that hours pass without you noticing. you probably judge people who don't use coasters. your best feature is your hands. you're often pretty logical, but you're also very gentle. you're not aggressive, but you do have strong opinions. you like gardening. you have a deep need for comfort and security. you like things to make sense. you're afraid of circumstances out of control, but letting go helps you live so much more vividly than you could ever imagine.

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[curseofbreadbear]

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[Cassidy stirred upon sensing a disturbance in the pizzeria; there was another presence here, one that didn't belong to her or her friends. Somebody new. Not a guard ( night guards hadn’t been part of Fazbear’s employ in quite a while ), not a guest, but an intruder. That was...strange. There weren't many who were willing to infiltrate this place after all of the rumors surrounding it, but the few who did often ran home screaming if one of them so much as twitched.]

[Still...Cassidy felt the need to investigate this one. They didn't go away, which might mean they were precisely who she was looking for. Her spirit lurked in every corner that they roamed, following their noises, listening for whatever they might be doing...but her search yielded few clues. Ultimately, she decided on her last resort -- manifesting herself, and finding out who they were. She had so much in store for her murderer...she needed to be sure before she executed any of her schemes.]

[She followed the intruder's noises, then positioned herself in the corner of the room and made herself visible; her head tilted up in the stranger's direction, with the hopes of making a distinct impression. Her next question was asked with the hopes of discerning exactly who was trespassing:]

❝ What are you...doing here? ❞