#fnaftm!phone guy

[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

THIS IS AMAZING!!!!!!

Nobody else but you // I wanna be loved by you [Nate & Madpat]

I DID A THINGGGG

AAAAAAAA

@wouldntyou-liketoknow @colourfulmes @th3w00ds @lexusinsannus @starchytart @littledeathlittleghost @sammys-magical-au @themoonisrotting @stretch-time @hoybero @insane4fandoms

[blurick07]

4 DAYS TILL VIRUS

IDK HOW HE'S HOLDING THE CHAINSAW!

[merlatealeaf72]

YESSS KATIE FINALLY WON AN RE AWARD!!!!

[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

Thanks for the tag, Sammy!

___

So why would a psychopath as sloppy as Mad want to try keeping a private eye who worked with what could be scientifically coined as Crackhead Determination like him alive?

Why are you guys trying to keep him alive? A voice in Azalea’s head whispered.

___

(This is just a little something from Abel Impulse [Part 3]. AKA the victim of my first case of writer's block for 2025. Yippee...😅)

(Don't worry, said writer's block has been slowly clearing up. I'm remembering my self-care, as well as to have fun with this. Hopefully it'll be polished and ready to go in a few days!)

Tagging: @insane4fandoms (I guess you could see this as a teaser/update, lol) @the-matpat-ever @inkbedou and anyone else who's interested! (No pressure, of course)

Last line challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote or drew, and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

Tagged by @nooneherebutaghost! Thank you 😊

The last line I wrote was literally a couple minutes ago lmao

“Th-thanks, Obi-Wan,” they stammered, heart hammering in their chest as if it were trying to burst out and scream at Obi-Wan that they loved him, “I… I should go check on Kenni. Since you brought him up.”

They briskly sidestepped him, hurriedly placing their helmet back over their head as they did so that he couldn’t see that they were blushing.

{Full context here bc I shared the whole snippet not too long ago}

It’s LionObi ofc! Bc when do I not write about them? 🤣

No pressure tags: @wouldntyou-liketoknow @echo-echo31 @nooneherebutaghost (get uno reverse’d!) and anyone else who sees this and wants to give it a go! 🫶🫶

[lexusinsannus]

FNAFTM FIRST NIGHTS AT FREDDYS SPOILERS

IM DYING WILLIAM TRYING TO ESCAPE AND PHONE GUY WAS JUST LIKE "no ur not" 😭😭

i love how williams death scene cuts right into "WELCOME TO FREDBEEEEARS—"

"heh... i'm sort of a phone guy" GET OUT

matpat had like two extra scenes but i'm still going wild

NO WAIT BABY NOOOO

"aww what a happy ending— 💥💥"

LIZZY NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

NOOO FREDDY CALLING NATE IM IN SHAMBLES

"cawthon... scott cawthon 😈" GET OUT

why are all of matpat's added line so 😭

anyways 5/10 needs more matpat (/j i loved it 10/10)

[selfmenticide]

🎲  teehee {cameraxshy}

formatted ; your muse - my muse

nal - dark

oh , a reunion bittersweet . you last remember me as a vibrant mayor of smiles and empathy , when meet in the inky darkness you’ve never seen before you know this is no longer the case to some degree ; i am a shell of that mayor , i’ve lost something valuable and am grasping onto the last remnants of the past in the hopes to feel an ounce of the emotion i did back then . does the way i’ve changed for the worse scare you ? or , do you dig under that hardened facade to see if i can be redeemed ?

N.A.T - S.H.A.R.P

hey what ? you look like me and i look like you , but we don’t do the same job ? why ? you are an emotional aid , an object best utilized in helping people and robots alike feel at ease ; i am a purely entertainment based program , something that follows no strict procedure beyond a personality core that advises for me to be funny and strive to be the best performer i can . are we from the same creator ? wouldn’t it be cool if we worked together to find that out despite the madness of this ship ? shouldn’t we try ?

jack - anti

YOU . you woke me up , you kept talking about me and saying my name , making mockeries of me to MILLIONS of people who simply took it and bred me into what i am NOW ; i am the antithesis of you , everything you AREN’T , i want you DEAD . we could meet in a million ways you wouldn’t even know , perhaps i finally corner you and get my final revenge ? or , the next time we meet is when i take control of one of these puppets you call ‘ friends ‘ ? i’ll leave that choice up to you , something you’ve NEVER done for me .

ryan/shane - dean

you are two goobers who make paranormal hunting videos for the internet , you think this is just some normal shmormal stuff , nothing REAL or serious ; i’m a guy who literally hunts the paranormal for a living , i have literally dealt with dudes just like you two , and now you’ve messed with some real scary shit that i’ve gotta get you out of ; and then , try to explain all the crazy shit you just saw . do you deny the evident truths of the supernatural ? or , do you trust a time weathered man and follow his judgement ?

BONUS ( now i’m on a roll ) : jack/nate (FNAFTM) - freddy ( yes , the little guy )

hey , i remember you ! you’re the employee who always watches/fixes me , i feel like it’s been a while since i’ve seen you and i have a lot to tell you naturally ; i meet you at my house , where i live and you work , and i absolutely talk your ear off phone we meet . or , maybe . . . i accidentally slipped into your car because i needed to get out ? sorry about that by the way . . . but rest assured , when we talk again , i’m gonna have a lot to say !

@cameraxshy

[lexusinsannus]

FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY

it's been so long since i've seen the man behind the slaughter 😔

IM SO HYPED FOR DECEMBER MATPAT COME BACK

RAHHHHHH

OMGMGMGMGMG WE'RE SO BACK IN DECEMBER

HENRY EMILY MY BELOVED!!

[merlatealeaf72]

Please tell me why I get the most unhinged fic ideas

Evidence A: Just had the thought of a fic inspired by 'The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo' where Host! Vic from Very Important People interviews FNAFTM Phone Guy about his life and the various identities he took on over the years

[the-matpat-ever]

THE OFFICIAL CASTING OF MY FNAFTM COVER PROJECT

Starring

Myself as Mark

@lexusinsannus as Nate

FurryMatpat as Phone Guy & Foxy

Em as Freddy

@bunnybeanzz as Chica

@hoybero as Bonnie

I'm so excited for this project! Now some important things to know:

For easier communication, add me on discord (._.afton._.) If you don't have discord, don't worry about it :)

We are recording these in parts, Night 1, Night 2, Night 3, Night 4, and Night 5. We are first starting off with Night 1!!

I need no background noise or music, or in other words, I need isolated vocals (I will be adding music to it later once I've imported everyone's parts together)

Send your parts in a video/mp4 format!!

It's not going to be right from the Night 1 Fnaftm music video. It's going to be straight from Spotify, which means, less speaking parts & more singing parts. Be sure to use it as a guide

I highly urge you to draw a sprite, you as the character you're playing! If you don't have one or don't know how to draw, don't worry! I can either draw you a sprite or use a png of the character youre playing if that's what you so desire😌 (DM me your sprite with a transparent background btw!!!)

I may ask you to redo a part if the lines don't line up or there's something in the background that you didn't catch!!

Everyone included in the video will be fully credited. If you are on any other social media platforms you'd like for me to add, feel free to tell me:)

If you have any further questions or are confused please let me know :)

[merlatealeaf72]

Finally, here is (probably) my last FNAF The Musical theory before Virus comes out. Ready?

Baby is possessed by William Afton and Phone Guy's daughter.

Yes you read that correctly. I understand that this is a wild theory, but I have a bunch of evidence that I will try to jam into this theory-shaped hole.

First of all, the double soul. I feel like this is going to happen, if not with Baby then with someone else. Golden Freddy is a very important character in FNAF (I think. Again, I've never played the games) but there's been no real sign of him at all. Since FNAFTM has shaken up a lot of FNAF lore, I do think another character will take Golden Freddy’s attributes. And for the purpose of this theory, I think it will be Baby.

You see, Baby is an interesting character, as she often has motifs of multiples, even on a meta level (though I think a lot of this may just come from the change in actor). There are two versions of Blood and Tears, with different vibes and even some different lyrics. In Out For Blood, while Gwen is the main vocalist, AJ does harmonies, which gives the impression of two people singing at once. Baby sings “locked away where we won't be found” and “no one knows we're here”, despite being alone. While yes, from what she says, there seems to have been other animatronics with her at some point, at this moment she is alone.

People have been using her green eyes as evidence that she is possessed by someone. I agree with this, but I've noticed that her eyes only turn green sometimes. These moments are: before/after the lyrics “Anger was the one thing I retained”, “Once the light is out, the dark remains” and “In the darkness, vengeance will be mine”, and before/during her murder spree. I think this shows that there is a vengeful spirit inside of her, and if this is reflecting FNAF lore, then there may be another spirit inside of her as well.

So that's why I think Baby is possessed by two souls, but why William Afton and Phone Guy's daughter? Well, many people have been theorising that Baby is possessed by Phone Guy's daughter. It's a parallel to the games and it gives Phone Guy a motivation. I like this theory, but I'd like to add to it.

One thing that intrigued me about Baby in Dark Remains is that she knows how to supercharge animatronics. While she could have just learned this from it happening to other animatronics or even herself, what if it's because one of her souls made the tech to do it?

From the FNAF week posts on the Random Encounters Instagram, it appears like DHeusta might be playing William Afton (since the scrambled text decodes to “you already know his name”), who I think plays the role Henry Emily does in FNAF, the inventor whose business partner kills a bunch of kids. I also think he's going to show up in a flashback, since the locations in these posts haven't been seen in FNAFTM, or at least not in the prequels, and also based on Glitchtrap's line “your uncle is dead” in the sneak peak at the end of Taking Back Fazbear's.

Here's my theory for the flashback. William Afton built Baby. At some kind of birthday celebration, Phone Guy's daughter gets killed by Baby. Phone Guy finds out about this, and gets revenge on him by killing him/getting Baby to kill him. Phone Guy takes William Afton's identity and then goes on to kill a bunch of children. William Afton and Phone Guy's daughter then both possess Baby. I also think this is why Phone Guy says to Alexandra “don't ever dabble with animatronics again.” It's a cautionary tale. He dabbled with animatronics and now his daughter is dead.

Is this all just a massive stretch that relies too much on meta elements? Probably. But what's the fun in theorising if you don't make a Sans is Ness or a Gregory is a robot every once in a while?

So yeah. This is probably going to be my last FNAFTM theory. This series has been so fun, and I'm really glad I got my theorising boots on again. I used to be scared of making theories because I was scared of being wrong. But the fun of theories isn't being right, it's looking at a piece of media you love and going “what if I go a bit insane about this?”

I can't wait for Virus. See you in November!

[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

HOW DARE—

(Nice job here! Even if I'M the only one allowed to torture Ness...)

(Just kidding, lol)

Just Makeup Blemishes

A fic based off of my Ness & Mad twin au and their childhood! I hope you enjoy! Please, please, PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS.

TW: Non physical child abuse[implied, not shown too much], time period accurate homophobia/transphobia, Implied Suicide [Not explicitly stated]

January 4, 1970

A little hand stretches out to flip the switch on the wall before pulling up a scrawny body on the ledge of the granite sink. A blanket was wrapped around the boy's thin frame, clad with fuzzy socks and thick fleece pajamas. The heater had broke at the end of fall in December and Mama and Papa weren't able to fix it because it was just too expensive. To Ness, it meant more "Mama-Bear-Cuddles" as his mom had so brightly put it.

He wiggles his toes that were resting in the cold basin, his reflection staring back at him in the mirror. Messy coffee-colored hair framed his face, his child-like appearance giving him soft, round features. The boy that smiled back was about six years old in age.

Ness's gaze reaches for the small blue velvet bag. He drops the bag with haste once he remembers the awful texture touching his skin. He then gingerly unzips the bag. It was Mama's makeup that she left on her dresser. Mama had went out to dinner with Papa so they had Mama's sister babysit: Auntie Bee. She must've forgotten to put her makeup away and so Ness was just doing her a favor.

He just . . . got a little distracted as he caught sight of the bright blue eyeshadow that he had only seen on Mama. It was just so shimmery and opaque that he could almost eat it. But he wasn't going to because Ness knew it wouldn't taste as good as it looked (The phantom taste of greasy wax and artifical cherry still linger on his tastebuds). He glances around the bathroom and inside the makeup bag but he couldn't seem to find the little applicator Mama used.

A finger instead swipes at the powdery substance, coating it with a fair amount of shimmery blue before rubbing it on the lids of his eyes. Since he was inexperienced, his movements were uncoordinated and it was a bit sloppy. Like how a six year old would apply makeup. Compared to the velvet bag, he quite liked the feeling of the blue powder on his face. He grins as his face brightens at what he sees in the mirror. A few minutes turn into an hour or two. A knock is heard behind the bathroom door.

"Come in!" Ness exclaims, his already squeaky voice reaching an octave higher. The door knob turns, the door opening to reveal a similar looking coffee-colored haired boy. It seemed almost impossible for his face to get even brighter as he gasps. "Mads! I found Mama's makeup! Look how pretty I am! I'm jus' like Mama, Mads!" Ness exclaims happily, unable to contain his excitement in his little child body.

Ness's face was caked in makeup, cheeks redder than a firetruck, thick bold eyeliner smudged in the corner of his eyes and a dusty pink lipstick that was way to messily overlined to look even partially decent. The foundation he half-hazardly put on was many shades too dark for him and patchy.

Ness was quite on the pale side, with only a slight tan to his skin from rough housing with his twin brother outside in the sun. Mad looks up at Ness in question. He tilts his head, bewildered but going along with it. He nods as the boy goes over to the sink and grasps the edge of the bathroom counter, his makeup clad brother to his left.

"Mads! Mads! Wan' try sum?" Ness asks, excitement ringing through the bathroom. Mad's eyes fix on the spilled makeup on the counter. A lot of shimmery stuff and glitter. Blues and greens and purples and reds! All the colors of the rainbow practically. A purple lipgloss in the sea of colors catches curious hazel eyes. Mad's eyes were greener with amber that always looked more orange. Ness's were a rich brown with bright gold that rivaled the sun. But these specific eyes, oh they belonged to the quiet boy that stood next to his bubbly brother who looked like he was about to burst like a piñata. Mad wouldn't be surprised if his brother combusted and out came rainbow confetti.

Mad reaches for the lavender tinted lipgloss that was in a little plastic tube decorated with floral print. Turning it over to inspect the object, he tilts his head. He silently pushes it back onto the counter where the rest of the makeup layed half-hazardly. Ness was staring intently in the mirror, entirely concentrating on perfecting his makeup. A bit of his tongue stuck out while he was completely focused.

Glitter there . . . Some blush here . . . Ness was so immersed in his own little world that his hand jerks back when a burly and robust voice is shouting at them. His flinching makes him poke his eye with the mascara brush, yelping as his big hazel orbs well up with watery tears. The man was tall with a strong build, voice like sandpaper to anyone who could hear. Papa didn't usually yell at him like that . . . Why was he yelling . . ?

All he could hear was angry shouting and nasty snarls being thrown at him like heavy weights baring on his shoulders. He curls in on himself, feeling a small hand grasp his pant leg.

"Shut UP! SHUT UP!" Mad screams, a flurry of firey rage. His chest was heaving heavily and his squeaky and raspy voice was blasting off of the echoing bathroom.

After the screaming everything was a blur to Ness. Nothing too important one could only assume. Fingers run through coffee-brown hair, soft green eyes fixed on the two boys in the woman's lap. A rag gently scrubs away any makeup residue she could find on one of the boy's faces.

Her gaze was always so soft. Long reddish blonde hair pooled around her shoulders in waves. She shared a nose with the little boys, sloping straight down to a narrow round point, wide at the bottom. Her skin glowed like honey under the sunlight, freckles decorating her face, cheeks, and forehead.

This was Mama.

Mama loved her babies and they loved her in return. One day she went on a little vacation for herself. She had been feeling really sad before it happened and she even gave Ness her special jewelery that he was too little to wear and Mad her sun hat that swallowed his entire head completely.

It shattered Ness's entire heart into pieces, digging into his skin and lungs until he couldn't breathe once he realized that she wouldn't come back.

He never understood why . . .

@wouldntyou-liketoknow

[lexusinsannus]

ok i swear ill stop yapping about fnaftm but IM NOT GETTING OVER THIS

spoilers:

MIKE IS CANONICALLY THE PUPPET. I REST MY CASE.

BUT IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE THO

- the puppet didn't show up in ground zero, making him (him? don't come for me i'm basing the puppet off of the fact mike is possessing) the only animatronic from the web of lies animatronic group that wasn't there for ground zero.

- the puppet spies on afton when he comes up with stealing foxy, and tells the others about afton's plan. the other animatronics don't seem to remember afton (they only know him as phone guy) even though it's been hinted a lot that the animatronics are possessed by afton's victims

- and he also spies on glitch trap when he is torturing springtrap, which could just be trying to help the animatronics, but since glitch trap controls the trash animatronics (including pan stan, who killed mike), it could be an act of revenge.

- following the last one, the puppet knows springtrap weaknesses from watching him be tortured by glitchtrap, and also since mike worked with springtrap while examining him to be a freddy's animatronic, which is why the puppet was the only one who could stop springtrap in the fnaftm super cut night 3.

i really hope the puppet has a bigger part in shadows of agony so we can see this theory play out, and maybe even see him help elizabeth.

BUT YEAH IM HYPED I WAS RIGHT LETS GO

[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

Very well done! Just gives more angst to play around with for Nic's eventual cameo...😈

Close Calls

@wouldntyou-liketoknow <- She created the Pentas Family AU and everything associated with it, including Ear Caffeine from their AU. GO FOLLOW HER‼️I have only created a version of my oc Nicolous Loughty to go with her Pentas AU!!

Nic drums his fingers against the fat of his thigh, back relaxing in the spinny office chair that was barely being held together by duct tape and dreams. The atmosphere was quite tame, the only noise that broke the silence was the snoring that came from the heap of brown, red, purple and yellow pile, and the motor of the poorly running hardware that was the computer. Was it supposed to make that sound? Nic had an inkling that wasn't the case.

He rubs his face before running his fingers through his raven hair, strawberry blonde peaking through his roots. He hadn't dyed it in a while, it was probably time for a touch up. The young man's eyes wander around the office, eyes fixed on the furry animatronics for a few moments. He wonders how much different this place is during the night here...He promptly stands up as he quietly tip toes around the sleeping puppets. Bonnie had said that they were "turnnock"(which Nic assumed the little guy meant nocturnal but he didn't have the heart to correct him).

The soles of his favorite worn down vans were pretty misshapen and used, his foot slipping through the sole with every step. He hadn't bothered getting new shoes yet since breaking them in always left sores and blisters. Tripping over his own feet happened pretty often he recalls just as he tumbles over. Pale fingers held a metal door knob in a death grip, catching himself right before he could take a nasty fall onto the dirty and sticky ground.

When had the floor last been clean? He shudders as he eyes a beetle and a few ants skuttling across the grown with a half eating pepperoni in its pincers. As he regains his balance, hazel eyes meet a door with a small window, fingertips grazing the glass. A desk in the middle of the room, a cheap plastic card with the name William Afton plastered on it to go with everything else. The room casted a purple glow from the light above, an almost eerie feeling to the office.

...

Nic reaches out to one of the files splayed out on his boss' desk. He skims through the many complaints of employees and customers alike. And then he pauses at an article of Fazbear's Family diner, hand crinkling the coffee stained newspaper. Huh..Didn't that Mike guy get murdered there? Mr. Afton had said it had been an accident but...he was always a weird one. He carefully sets down the newspaper, pulling out one of the drawers in the desk.

The young man's eyes furrow. How odd...there were three ID'S with the same picture of his boss in the center. He tilts one of the ID's to read the names better, sitting down in the similar crappy plastic chair. William Afton, Scott Cawthon, and...Henry Emily? Wasn't he his boss's business partner...? Didn't...Didn't he die? Hazel eyes were fixed on the ominous cards. He knew one thing for sure.

His boss wasn't who he said he was.

Duh! the voice inside his head exclaimed as if it was so obvious. He rolls his eyes as he ignores it. It was never helpful, words always bleeding together almost as if it was saying everything and nothing all at the same time. With his shoulders hunched foreward and rear on the edge of the seat, Nic eagerly begins to flip through piles of files in his boss's desk, curiosity striking him through the heart as he lets his nosinees bleed through. He needed to know MORE. Who was his employer actually? One by one, after each article, each poorly placed piece of evidence made it slowly start coming together in his mind. With his head nose deep in the papers he goes to open the drawer to his left but a tattered leather glove snatches his pale wrist in a tight grasp, goosebumps forming from the sudden contact as his breath hitches.

"What on earth are you doing."

The voice was sharp like a piercing blade in his chest, not asking but demanding. The temporary nightguard swallows thickly before slowly making eye contact with dark eyes. Eyes so dark and empty that had always made a shiver go down his spine, affectively creeping the 19 year old out. The middle aged man could barely contain the rage seething inside him practically spilling out, the muscles near his eye twitching. His gut was screaming D A N G E R as he tried to rationalize the situation.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

RUN!

He didn't have to be told twice. With eyes wide he tries to make a break for it, stumbling as he tries to stand up from the spinny chair. The man strikes. The brunet was quicker and faster than the other as he twists his arm, pushing him flat onto the ground that was collecting dust. Nic yelps, pain shooting up his arm. Afton's hands found themselves tightly around Nic's throat, lips turned up into a psychotic grin, his eyes filled with bloodlust. Deranged laughter echoes through the eerie office, pairing with his insane and demented face. No matter how much Nic kicked and screamed and struggled and pulled at leather, the hands wouldn't release their grip. It was so tight that the blood wasn't reaching his head causing Nic to feel lightheaded and dizzy, all the color draining from his face. Tears threatening to spill from his glossy hazel eyes.

Nic's hands ball up into fists, his fight or flight kicking in before he knees Afton hard near a particularly sensitive area that connected his pelvis bone and femur. The older man hisses as he swears, giving him a glare that screamed MURDER. Nic takes advantage of the momentarily stunned deranged man, kicking him over and shakily pulling himself up with the desk as it squeaked under his weight.

GO GO GO!

DON'T LOOK BACK!

...

Please don't dieeeee..

The voice inside his head screamed at him, chanting words of urgency and caution. Nic could barely make it out of the dimly purple lit office before the wind is knocked out of him, chest heaving without inhaling any air. There's a sharp blow to his head, throbbing, something wet dripping down his neck.

"Ah! Shi-..! FUCK YOU!"

"FUCK YOU!" The maniac snaps back like a feral animal that was let loose. Nic snaps his head up towards his attacker, pale hands grasping the wall to support his shaking body. Before he could even think of it, his hand is snapping the jewelry off his neck with one quick thwip and shanking the sharp end of the cross between his boss's clavicle and neck. Breathing heavily, he runs, and runs until he's out of the dank, musty building, his heart pounding against his sternum, lungs bursting from his ribcage.

His legs run on autopilot, feeling like hours as his worn shoes thud against grass and dirt, not stopping until he sees a familiar building in the clearing. Tears spill from his cheeks as his knees finally give way, collapsing onto the ground next to the building. Trembling palms rub his eyes which definitely smudged his eyeliner and eyeshadow because, sadly, they weren't water proof, or well, tear proof. Unable to hold back the water works anymore, he hugs himself, in dire need of something warm and comfy and NOT whoever that guy really was...Nic's eyes travel up to the sign on the building, sniffling as he wipes away the wetness that stained his cheeks.

Ear Caffeine.

[the-matpat-ever]

AAAAAA

TYYYY

I WROTE THIS TO SAVE MYSELF FROM WRITER'S BLOCK🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

AND ALSO TO GIVE SOME BACKGROUND INFO ABOUT THE TWO BECAUSE I LOVE THEM SM

(I love torturing my comfort characters♥️)

Just Makeup Blemishes

A fic based off of my Ness & Mad twin au and their childhood! I hope you enjoy! Please, please, PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS.

TW: Non physical child abuse[implied, not shown too much], time period accurate homophobia/transphobia, Implied Suicide [Not explicitly stated]

January 4, 1970

A little hand stretches out to flip the switch on the wall before pulling up a scrawny body on the ledge of the granite sink. A blanket was wrapped around the boy's thin frame, clad with fuzzy socks and thick fleece pajamas. The heater had broke at the end of fall in December and Mama and Papa weren't able to fix it because it was just too expensive. To Ness, it meant more "Mama-Bear-Cuddles" as his mom had so brightly put it.

He wiggles his toes that were resting in the cold basin, his reflection staring back at him in the mirror. Messy coffee-colored hair framed his face, his child-like appearance giving him soft, round features. The boy that smiled back was about six years old in age.

Ness's gaze reaches for the small blue velvet bag. He drops the bag with haste once he remembers the awful texture touching his skin. He then gingerly unzips the bag. It was Mama's makeup that she left on her dresser. Mama had went out to dinner with Papa so they had Mama's sister babysit: Auntie Bee. She must've forgotten to put her makeup away and so Ness was just doing her a favor.

He just . . . got a little distracted as he caught sight of the bright blue eyeshadow that he had only seen on Mama. It was just so shimmery and opaque that he could almost eat it. But he wasn't going to because Ness knew it wouldn't taste as good as it looked (The phantom taste of greasy wax and artifical cherry still linger on his tastebuds). He glances around the bathroom and inside the makeup bag but he couldn't seem to find the little applicator Mama used.

A finger instead swipes at the powdery substance, coating it with a fair amount of shimmery blue before rubbing it on the lids of his eyes. Since he was inexperienced, his movements were uncoordinated and it was a bit sloppy. Like how a six year old would apply makeup. Compared to the velvet bag, he quite liked the feeling of the blue powder on his face. He grins as his face brightens at what he sees in the mirror. A few minutes turn into an hour or two. A knock is heard behind the bathroom door.

"Come in!" Ness exclaims, his already squeaky voice reaching an octave higher. The door knob turns, the door opening to reveal a similar looking coffee-colored haired boy. It seemed almost impossible for his face to get even brighter as he gasps. "Mads! I found Mama's makeup! Look how pretty I am! I'm jus' like Mama, Mads!" Ness exclaims happily, unable to contain his excitement in his little child body.

Ness's face was caked in makeup, cheeks redder than a firetruck, thick bold eyeliner smudged in the corner of his eyes and a dusty pink lipstick that was way to messily overlined to look even partially decent. The foundation he half-hazardly put on was many shades too dark for him and patchy.

Ness was quite on the pale side, with only a slight tan to his skin from rough housing with his twin brother outside in the sun. Mad looks up at Ness in question. He tilts his head, bewildered but going along with it. He nods as the boy goes over to the sink and grasps the edge of the bathroom counter, his makeup clad brother to his left.

"Mads! Mads! Wan' try sum?" Ness asks, excitement ringing through the bathroom. Mad's eyes fix on the spilled makeup on the counter. A lot of shimmery stuff and glitter. Blues and greens and purples and reds! All the colors of the rainbow practically. A purple lipgloss in the sea of colors catches curious hazel eyes. Mad's eyes were greener with amber that always looked more orange. Ness's were a rich brown with bright gold that rivaled the sun. But these specific eyes, oh they belonged to the quiet boy that stood next to his bubbly brother who looked like he was about to burst like a piñata. Mad wouldn't be surprised if his brother combusted and out came rainbow confetti.

Mad reaches for the lavender tinted lipgloss that was in a little plastic tube decorated with floral print. Turning it over to inspect the object, he tilts his head. He silently pushes it back onto the counter where the rest of the makeup layed half-hazardly. Ness was staring intently in the mirror, entirely concentrating on perfecting his makeup. A bit of his tongue stuck out while he was completely focused.

Glitter there . . . Some blush here . . . Ness was so immersed in his own little world that his hand jerks back when a burly and robust voice is shouting at them. His flinching makes him poke his eye with the mascara brush, yelping as his big hazel orbs well up with watery tears. The man was tall with a strong build, voice like sandpaper to anyone who could hear. Papa didn't usually yell at him like that . . . Why was he yelling . . ?

All he could hear was angry shouting and nasty snarls being thrown at him like heavy weights baring on his shoulders. He curls in on himself, feeling a small hand grasp his pant leg.

"Shut UP! SHUT UP!" Mad screams, a flurry of firey rage. His chest was heaving heavily and his squeaky and raspy voice was blasting off of the echoing bathroom.

After the screaming everything was a blur to Ness. Nothing too important one could only assume. Fingers run through coffee-brown hair, soft green eyes fixed on the two boys in the woman's lap. A rag gently scrubs away any makeup residue she could find on one of the boy's faces.

Her gaze was always so soft. Long reddish blonde hair pooled around her shoulders in waves. She shared a nose with the little boys, sloping straight down to a narrow round point, wide at the bottom. Her skin glowed like honey under the sunlight, freckles decorating her face, cheeks, and forehead.

This was Mama.

Mama loved her babies and they loved her in return. One day she went on a little vacation for herself. She had been feeling really sad before it happened and she even gave Ness her special jewelery that he was too little to wear and Mad her sun hat that swallowed his entire head completely.

It shattered Ness's entire heart into pieces, digging into his skin and lungs until he couldn't breathe once he realized that she wouldn't come back.

He never understood why . . .

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I hope Adirana Figueroa won't be upset with RE reshooting Web of Lies with Katie as Elizabeth.

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