#(oxo) rabbit in the headlights: william & vanessa.
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❝ you passed out, i carried you here. ❞ — vanessa @hazardess , but she’s bitter about it
FEVERISH MUTTERING HAD HAUNTED HIM ALL NIGHT, ALL DAY, AND THE LAST MEMORY HE HAS IS LEAVING THE PIZZERIA, still shivering uncontrollably in the heat of the sticky summer sun. Head aching, angrily waving off his daughter’s questions: I’m fine, he remembers snapping, more of a groan than anything else, I just need air. Don’t you even think about. . .
The rest is a sliding, slippery blur. Despite everything he’s done and the lengths he’s gone to, it seems he’s still just as human as ever.
That’s the really terrifying part.
He can barely even face lifting his head from the makeshift pillow Vanessa has propped under him, the whole world tilting precariously on an axis of its own bearing. But he does: persists in rising, his pale face ghostly and off - color. Even trying to keep his daughter in focus hurts. She blurs in front of him, fades in and out between the little girl he’d initially doted on and the young woman he knows logically that she is. Is this his fever - addled brain trying to offer him a reprieve from the disappointment he feels his daughter has become ? – Clumsily reaches out for her, words heavy and absent.
“ ‘S a good girl, Ness. Always so helpful. ” Her father’s right hand man, through and through. Remembers getting her to hold his tools as he’d painstakingly built that old Spring - Bonnie suit, his pride and joy; remembers more recently handing her his knife to wash. Clean that up for me. We’ve done well today. Both killers. Nobody suspects him, of course they don’t. Confident words and faux charming smile keeping him out of public scrutiny, the loss of his own son only years before at the hands of his daughter.
He smiles that same smile now, but it’s pathetic. Laden with the sudden realization he feels helpless for the first time in a long time. If she’d wanted to kill him, she could have. Ended it all. He wouldn’t have even known. Maybe that’s why he addresses her now, in an exhausted facsimile of love he’d once shown her as a young child. “ Help me stand. [...] How long ‘s it been ? ” How long has he been lying there, human, vulnerable ? How long has she been watching over him; how long has she served her duty to him loyally today ?
#(( I THINK I REMEMBER SEEING YOUR VANESSA USED TO HAVE A YOUNGER BROTHER SO I INCLUDED THAT !!! if it's wrong tho lmk :3 ))#(ii) man behind the slaughter — roleplay thread.#(ui) original: standard.#tw child death#tw child murder#tw mental instability#tw sickness#tw hallucinations#tw illness#tw child abuse#tw dysfunctional family#( most just referenced / implied ! )#a; hazardess#(oxo) rabbit in the headlights: william & vanessa.#(xi) ‘the owner was pretty sentimental i guess 🤭’: movie verse.
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@hazardess !
I don't regret it, but it's sad anyway
Now we're both dead and scared of the black.
#(oxo) rabbit in the headlights: william & vanessa.#(i) mask of my own face#(xi) ‘the owner was pretty sentimental i guess 🤭’: movie verse.#tw hospital#tw blood#fnaf movie#fnaf movie spoilers#fnaf spoilers#( just in case ! )
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@hazardess : Dad…?
[ hear me out, he’s still stabbed/hurt her in some way, but it’s a time before the events of the movie, and it’s just the two of them, and there’s nothing else to distract from what just happened ]
HE DOESN’T LET GO OF HER. THERE’S A BODY ON THE FLOOR BETWEEN THEM AND EVEN THOUGH HE THINKS SHE’LL BE JOINING IT SOON, SHE’S AN AFTON. His girl, his Nessa. She deserves better than lying on the ground, discarded like a useless tool. A dog without a purpose. He won’t let her fall.
It’s not his fault. That’s a comfort, even as he holds her, carefully, like he had as a child when she’d scraped her knee or bumped her head. It’s not his fault he’d stabbed her. She’d interfered with his work, endangered his life. Gone against his wishes. Tried to grab him while he finished off the security guard, and he’d reacted accordingly. Automatically. It’s not his fault!———
And yet guilt creeps in anyway. Shock, undiluted, blooming over the anger and frustration. William’s hands never slacken as he holds her, and his face doesn’t change one bit, but his eyes are wide. Disbelieving. Shameful.
“ What have you done ? ” He murmurs. What did you make me do ?
#(( tries and fails not to be obsessed with this idea ))#(c) answered.#(oxo) rabbit in the headlights: william & vanessa.#a; hazardess#tw death#tw stabbing#tw stab wound#tw dysfunctional family#tw violence#tw murder#tw victim blaming#v11 / movieverse.
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STAY DOWN. HE OBEYS, NOT BECAUSE HE’S LISTENING, BUT BECAUSE THE ANGER THAT WASHES OVER HIM AT HER WORDS LEAVES HIM TOO DIZZY TO STAND. He’d been ill all the time as a child too, always the smallest and sickliest — runt of the litter, he remembers thinking, and even back then, seven or eight, his cheeks had been awash in bitter hurt pride — and he’s supposed to be more than that, now. More than human.
Here’s humanity: the father’s legs buckle and he’s forced to sink back to the bed, the world dripping in his vision like the blood marring his hands. The daughter stands tall, for now, for once above him. “ Fine, ” he tells her, growls, because he knows they both know it’s a damn lie, “ I told you before. Needed fresh air. ”
The room does feel suffocating, so it’s not entirely false. Even more so when his lungs gasp for air like it’s a diminishing resource, leaving the breaths he takes wheezing, disorienting. The whole situation is — his daughter in front of her, her young childish face full of love and concern, holding his hand: Dad ? Are you okay ?
“ I’m alright, Ness. Just feeling a little tired. ” ( His answer to his little girl is always softer than to his real daughter. Some things never change. )
He’s always lied to her. As a child and as an adult. William’s head spins, and the thought of lying down and drowning the world out sounds great, but he’s got work to do. And he’s got a reputation to keep. And his daughter shouldn’t see him like this. This is pathetic enough. Damp with sweat and cold with urgency, he goes to stand again: pitches forward, almost onto the floor, if he hadn’t managed to balance himself in time. Fuck, he’s warm. “ Can you — ” First warning. When has he ever asked her for anything when he could take it instead? “ — get your Mom for me ? Be a good girl. ”
Stand up straighter. Stop smiling like that. It’s time you grew up. You’re going to hold this for me. Lie down, play dead. Bad dog. He hasn’t mentioned her mother in a long time. Drowsy eyes lift, only half certain of who he’s looking at, try to find hers amidst the tilting, teetering world. Be good.
CONTINUED. / @hazardess
#(( as you can tell. he has a perfectly normal healthy relationship with his kid !! no bad parenting here whatsoever !!! ))#(ii) man behind the slaughter — roleplay thread.#(oxo) rabbit in the headlights: william & vanessa.#a; hazardess#tw sickness#(uxi) sentimental owner: movieverse.#tw illness#tw dysfunctional family#tw child abuse#tw delusion#tw hallucinations#( yeah he’s doing great !!! )#(( ALSO THANK YOU ???? THAT MEANS SM COMING FROM YOU CADENCE :] <33 ))#(xi) ‘the owner was pretty sentimental i guess 🤭’: movie verse.
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you're just as broken as i am. / vanny for reverse au bc i'm fucking insane
SWEAT SOAKED SKIN GLISTENS, PALER UNDER LAMP LIGHT. Another nightmare. Moments of lucidity snatched between blurry images of a life, a man, a puppet gone rogue, and all William can do is revel in her touch. So glad not to be alone. Wishing he could sink a knife under her ribs despite this gratitude. He wants her dead. He wants her. He wants to crawl inside her skin and be her. He wants his life back. Doesn’t know what life is without her. How long has it been they’ve been dancing this dance ? A week ? A decade ? Does it even fucking matter ? ———
He doesn’t reply for a long moment. Throat rough and unused. A smile twitches on his lips until he realizes he’s forgotten what it’s supposed to look like, and he lets it fall again. “ Broken, ” he repeats, prickly, fingers like claws digging into his arms, needling and pressing, “ and I suppose you think — we’re the same then. That we’re some kind of kindred spirits. ” He’d laugh if he hadn’t felt like such a kicked puppy: his body is his own, and always is, even if he finds his senses sometimes snatched away by her. ( Hates himself for wishing she’d keep him under her control deeper than ever. Lucidity is humiliating, humbling. )
#(( kicks him towards her like a football ))#(c) answered.#(oxo) rabbit in the headlights: william & vanessa.#a; muutos#rereverse & muutos.#tw unhealthy relationship#tw toxic relationship#tw manipulation#tw mental instability
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WHOSE MOTHER ? WILLIAM’S FEVERED MIND CAN’T REMEMBER. HER MOTHER ? HIS ? DOES HE HAVE A MOTHER ? The word comes with vague connections: the smell of fresh laundry, the sound of a lavender perfume spray, a quiet accented voice. It’s alright, bunny. You’ll be okay. The image dissolves with no remorse and leaves him hanging alone again.
Not alone. Nessa stands studiously, back turned. Giving him some privacy. Always respect your elders, don’t you forget it. For a second, gratitude eats him alive: she’s so good to him. So diligent. He loves his daughter, loves her to death.
Mom’s not here. Then her words come back to him, and he’s not so grateful. Takes a rattled breath instead, and then another, because he has to. And then he rises. Slowly, weakly. He’s barely fifty and feels so much older for the first time. But like a cockroach from the ashes of the world he stays standing, eyes pinching closed in tight aching pain. Steady. Steady.
“ Coffee, ” he says plainly, “ please. ”
He doesn’t exactly command authority like this. That’s when the gratefulness returns, because with Vanessa, she knows him well enough, he’s trained her long enough, to know that authority doesn’t really matter. A dog obeys an owner. This is a very old tale.
“ And don’t mention her again. ”
( His ex-wife’s name cuts deep. Draws blood from his heart. If he ignores the fact he was the one who brought her up, he can almost dredge up anger against his daughter. )
CONTINUED. / @hazardess
#(( slides down my wall onto the floor. ouch they make me crazy!! ))#(ii) man behind the slaughter — roleplay thread.#a; hazardess#v11 / movieverse.#(oxo) rabbit in the headlights: william & vanessa.#tw dysfunctional family#tw hallucinations#tw unreality#tw flashbacks#tw illness
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💬 + rumour has it you can’t count ! (from @hazardess <3)
SEND 💬 & A RUMOR AND MY MUSE WILL REACT TO IT / ALWAYS ACCEPTING!
IF LOOKS COULD KILL, VANESSA WOULD HAVE JOINED HER FATHER’S OTHER VICTIMS. Luckily for her, his scowl deepens, but cannot harm her: unluckily for her, his words can.
“ Rumor has it you’ve always been some level of disappointing to me,” he replies candidly, and the sheer petty spite in his voice betrays his indignation at her accusation accurate though it is! “At the end of the day, I can learn math. You, however, will always be a failure. ”
#(( OH MY GOD ??? ZERO reason for him to be mean im sorry ))#(c) answered.#a; hazardess#(oxo) rabbit in the headlights: william & vanessa.#v10 / movieverse.#tw dysfunctional family#tw murder
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✔ ( @hazardess )
SEND ✔️ AND I WILL BOLD MY PREFERENCES FOR YOUR MUSE! / ALWAYS ACCEPTING
My muse: william :3
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#(( you know you can always message!!!!!! :] ))#(c) answered.#a; hazardess#(oxo) rabbit in the headlights: william & vanessa.
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HE’S STRONG ENOUGH TO TAKE ON A FORM IN FRONT OF HER. More solid than when they’d first met — she’s strengthening him in leaps and bounds, his little rabbit, and his pride shows itself in the sharp smile, teeth flashing at her smugly. He’s adopted a jaunty little stance; hands tucked into his pockets, posture relaxed, comfortable. At home in her head.
Vanessa’s struggles are precious, but they’re growing old fast. The malhare — almost corporeal, so close, yet so far — closes the gap between them, ears twitching, those gaping empty eyes leaning forward to try and catch her own. Oh, but he loves it: watching her fight, watching her succumb. If she’d been able to escape, he thinks, a giggle breaking loose from his throat, spiralling into a sickening reality that breaks the sound of her ragged breaths, she would have done so by now! She’s his. …And so he can indulge her these little moments of horror.
“What would you know?” The question comes innocent and soothing, if not for the air of malice lining the creature’s words. It glitches just a little closer — not quite close enough to reach for, but not far off — that grinning ghoulish expression never leaving his face. “You haven’t been yourself in so long. What would you know about yourself, my dear?”
(Is he wrong? His Vanny doesn’t know herself, not anymore. He’s made damn sure of that.)
“If only you’d stop making things so difficult for yourself,” it sighs, and its head tilts; creaks on his shoulders, far too lopsided for anything remotely human, “you could enjoy this, you know. I could show you a world beyond yours. We’d be a team the world would never recover from.”
"THIS IS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD." [ for vanessa ! :eyes: ]
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✧ . * 。 ⋆ — It takes everything in Vanessa not to scream back — the cry caught in her throat, something guttural and raw, torn between rage and anguish. A physical pain to swallow back, the softest of whimpers pushing past her lips instead as she clenches her jaw in some pitiful form of defiance.
Moments where Vanessa feels fully aware of herself are few and far between. She's been locked away in the back of her mind, moving through time in a daze ; not fully gone, though not entirely present. A perfectly moldable tool.
The moments where she does come back to herself are violent.
Fist is curled into blonde tresses, tugging hard as if to assure herself that she's truly here. She's hardly aware of her own surroundings — much more focussed on the entity in her head.
"Shut up! Shut up! Nothing you do is for my good!"
#(( ew !!! i hate him !!!! he’s the worst i want that ugly ass glitch rabbit dead !!! ))#(ii) man behind the slaughter — roleplay thread.#(ui) original: glitch.#tw possession#( kind of )#tw manipulation#tw gaslighting#tw unhealthy relationship#tw toxic relationship#tw abuse#tw emotional distress#tw mental instability#(oxo) rabbit in the headlights: william & vanessa.#a; reluctaunt
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💬 (for vanessa, @hazardess !!)
SEND A 💬 AND I’LL WRITE A STARTER BASED OFF A SENTENCE MEME I’VE REBLOGGED / ALWAYS ACCEPTING!
❛ Don't you dare tell me you're sorry! ❜ It bursts out of him before he can stop it: this vicious, vengeful explosion of anger. His hair is wild, a product of pale hands running through it practically all day, and his narrowed grey eyes are clouded with bitter rage. She knows better than to antagonise him like this — and yet every little thing she does is getting on his last nerve. ❛ You have no right. No right. Look at you! Look at what you’ve done to me, to this family. And you’re going to apologise, you’re going to ask me for forgiveness ? ——— Don’t you dare. ❜
#(( i was thinking this is specifically about her brother but it’s up to you :3 i left it v open for you!!!! ))#(c) answered.#(oxo) rabbit in the headlights: william & vanessa.#(uxi) sentimental owner: movieverse.#tw dysfunctional family#tw mental instability#a; hazardess#(u) i always come back: queue.
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you analysis of william stabbing vanessa makes sm sense and now i’m sad :((
she’s been the chained dog for so long and now she gets to watch him bare his teeth uselessly at ghosts he can’t kill. he’s always got to externalise where she internalised fear, he’s always going to bite the hand that never hurt him and be the hand that always hurts her. there was never any other ending for them etc. slides down a wall
#he’s always going to be like her 👍 she feels powerless he feels powerless. she gets stabbed he gets stabbed. etc#i am normal over them. 👍‼️#(oxo) rabbit in the headlights: william & vanessa.#tw child abuse#tw dysfunctional family
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" please don't spout shit unless you know what you're talking about. " / @reluctaunt
“ NO, NO. YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, ” William persists, and whether he’s fresh out of college and flung into the future or that possessing, powerful glitch that had infected her, his voice does not change. He’s younger, here, and certainly not a fan of what his future self has done what his older self will do, in years to come but he has to admit, he’s fascinated by it all. How can he not be? Controlling someone else’s body… cheating death… snaring his mind inside a computer virus… It makes him sick to see those hurting from his actions, and yet God, he is so, so curious.
Turns to Vanessa now, uncertain of how to make her see. He understands how she feels. Of course he does. She’s had her entire sense of self violated, ripped from her — and in a way, William tells himself that he has too. Hasn’t he been vilified for the actions of his future self? Hasn’t he suffered exactly like Vanessa has? (You know nothing about what she’s been through, a small part of him snaps, you are not a victim in this place; and yet, he ignores it.) Instead, he stands a little taller, face twisted in something like empathy; gleaming eyes a little too much like the malhare’s, enough that if he could have seen them, William might have reconsidered.
“We’ve both suffered because of his actions, correct? In fact, considering he’s completely stripped away my future, I might say I’ve suffered more.” Winces at how combative it sounds as he exhibits for the first time in the whole conversation! self awareness of his words, and William tries to explain himself. “Which is why I understand you, I mean. Of course I understand. What he did to you was awful. But you’re free now, aren’t you? You can get on with your life freely. Not to say you haven’t been through hell—” (He has no idea) “—but… you’re fine now.”
In years to come, he’ll lose a son, and then a daughter, and his entire life will crumble around him because of these two events. William will begin to understand Vanessa then — how a single traumatic event can destroy a lifetime. He won’t understand her enough to stop himself delving into work on remnant, or ruling over death, but for a while, he’ll truly, deeply regret this conversation.
But that’s in his own time. Not here in the future, seventy years out of time and stumbling around uncertainly in the debris of his future self’s destruction. So William looks to Vanessa expectantly; searching for a scrap of camaraderie in her, something that shows him she feels sorry for him.
#(( most annoying william voice: no i totally get you! my life’s been pretty bad too 😞 ))#(( Vanessa: i NEED you to shut up. you NEED to shut your mouth ))#(( Sorry ! he is unbelievably self centered what can i say ))#(ii) man behind the slaughter — roleplay thread.#(uiii) kairos: william.#(oxo) rabbit in the headlights: william & vanessa.#a; reluctaunt#tw invalidation#tw emotional invalidation
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TORN FROM THOUGHTS, WILLIAM FLICKS A LOOK OF IRRITATION HER WAY WHEN DROPS OF TEA SEEP INTO THE TOP PAGE. Genius, he wants to snap at her, but instead wraps cold fingers around the mug she places down, not pulling away when the heat scalds the skin. His eyes snap up to her: she’s doing a remarkably good job of avoiding his face, but William doesn’t look away, gaze hounding, sharp.
“ If I’d interrogated my father about his own business, I’d have been out on my ear, ” he says mildly, but other than his eyes hardening, doesn’t continue with that lecture. It seems she’s caught him in a slightly better mood than usual. Besides, she’s seen enough of his business to know better than to talk openly about it. At the thought, discomfort spills into his frame, but he continues: “ Other than my daughter’s pitiful attempt to make a decent cup of tea, ” William begins, unfair, considering he hasn’t even tried it yet, almost a joke, if it had come from anyone other than him, “ well ——— the future, Nessie. […] Can you keep a secret? ” Doesn’t he remember? She’s kept his secrets this far. Dark eyes, watching her every move intently, glint with uneasy possibility.
OPEN STARTER! ——— MUTUALS ONLY.
There’s a pounding in his head as he nurses his coffee that morning — not tea, coffee, nose wrinkling in sheer betrayal at the taste — quite frankly, it’s far too early to be here. The restaurant doesn’t open for another hour, but he’d dragged himself here two hours ago just to get out of his study for a while. Not that sitting here is any better: William’s eyes haven’t left the stack of papers sitting in front of him, scanning each one like he hates it personally; so engrossed in his work that he sees their approach and automatically assumes they’re a waiter— “ Another coffee, please, ” he mumbles, gaze still fixed on his files, “ black. ”
#(( ITS AWESOME I LOVE THESE TWO ALREADY :3 ))#(ii) man behind the slaughter — roleplay thread.#(oxo) rabbit in the headlights: william & vanessa.#a; hazardess#tw dysfunctional family#(ui) original: petrichor.
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