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writingmochi · 2 years ago

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Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, home to pizza and entertainment from our animatronics, Freddy Fazbear & Friends. Oh… What's that? The animatronics walks by itself and you can smell a rotten odor? Don't worry about that. Fazbear Entertainment, as the owner of the pizza franchise, is not responsible for any death or disappearance

cast: sunoo ✗ fem.reader (ft. itzy's yuna, cravity's taeyoung and serim, with a few ocs)

synopsis: pizzeria, animatronics, missing children, and mystery. those are words that encompass what people may believe of freddy fazbear's pizza, whose doors were closed years ago. so, what do you do if you and your friends have to stay in one of their abandoned establishments from midnight 'til sunrise? are you able to survive the night? and be careful what you answer, they're listening

genre: horror, mystery, adventure, survival, dark comedy, high school au, a bit of fluff, angst

based on: video game series five nights at freddy’s (2014-present); set before five nights at freddy's 3 (2015)

word count: 17929 (17.9k)

warning(s): blood, arson, a small kiss and romantic part, description of unpleasant odor, mention of missing and dead children, mention of murder, mention of animatronic and animal mascot (for those who have masklophobia), a bit lore dumping but i have to make you guys know it (especially in the context of the plot) (if i forgot something, let me know!)

message to the moon: remember that this story is fiction and do be careful and read the warnings at the top. all the idols mentioned here are not what they are in real life.

it's here!! and it is still june *weights drop off my shoulder* this is meant for sunoo's birthday so as long as it is his birthday month. i am extremely fine with that :D + the fnaf movie trailer came out yesterday. so i guess it is the right timing to upload it today

mini playlist: van halen's "jump"; toby fox's "amalgam"; lena raine's "scattered and lost" ; allen simpson's "d.j. music man"

now open

“what do you guys know about freddy fazbear’s pizza?”

“that pizzeria franchise? what about it?”

those two sentences were the start of a pretty unusual conversation you have with your friend group during recess. lifting your head from opening the snack you bought before as you and your friends sit in the cafeteria hall, other students walk around trying to find a table or return to one. the conversation continues with the boy and girl sitting across from you while another boy sits silently eating the snack that you open.

“serim got access to the abandoned building that used to be a franchise near this city.” you watch taeyoung lets out a smirk as yuna contorted while shaking her head, already knowing what he might say next. your eyes widen as you are now intrigued by following the conversation.

“how did he get it? did your dad buy the land there?” yuna replied, her eyes squinting at the boy your group of friends knows is the richest of the four of you. his father owns multiple properties in the city for whatever construction he has planned or selling them to the highest bidder.

“that’s what my brother implies.” taeyoung’s eyes wander between the three of you. you turn your head slightly towards sunoo, your next-door neighbor and best friend since you two were kids. both of you were quiet as you observed your two friends converse about taeyoung’s ‘special access’ to the mysterious building you had never heard of before, but have learned the stories surrounding what it has.

“and like that stupid brain of his, he dared me to stay there from midnight to 6 in the morning.” taeyoung ruffles his hair as you see him roll his eyes and scoff, covering himself because of the ridiculousness.

“what you’re getting from that?” sunoo asked beside you as you nod while raising your eyebrow. taeyoung is not stupid enough to be gaslighted by his older brother like that, isn’t he?

“his allowance for three months, you know how big their allowances are especially college students like him,” taeyoung replied snarkily, a smirk forming on his face. “and also my dignity cause you all recognize how much he teases me.” you see yuna rolled her eyes as sunoo giggled, you pursed your lips, looking at the boy in front of you in disbelief, leaning your body back as you don’t want to get involved in their sibling rivalry while grabbing the snack that is now in front of sunoo.

“and he said i can bring my friends so i want to bring you all.”

what?

hearing the ridiculousness of taeyoung’s invitation with the whole context made sunoo covers his face in embarrassment. yuna looks at the boy beside you and nods, understanding his feelings before looking away. you, on the other hand, viewed your surroundings as the voice of the cafeteria environment making your focus turn away.

“guys, please? (y/n)? you like true crime, right?” taeyoung asked, bringing your focus back to the table as your name is mentioned.

you and your friends know how much you love true crime. how your favorite board game is clue while your favorite activity while going out with them is to go to escape rooms. half of your entertainment is watching criminal psychology videos—including their interrogation or just story time of the true crimes that happened in history, both solved and unsolved. you have always liked mysteries, help solve alternate reality games on the internet with the skills you train to use. they always seem to intrigue you, the absence of certain information. it’s no different with freddy fazbear’s pizza and the scandals surrounding it.

the legend that is freddy fazbear’s pizza, their franchises and stories about how it becomes the business failure that has always intrigued you. how back in the late 70s, two people by the name of henry emily and william afton tried to open a diner by selling pizza for kids’ birthday parties. you learned from what you read, back at that time, mascots are popular in those establishments, so they create two spring-lock animatronics made for the kids’ entertainment the two can wear, while also prototyping four others which will possess their own sense of control. henry‘s called fredbear, a yellow bear, while william‘s called spring bonnie, a yellow rabbit. the other four are freedy fazbear, a brown bear; bonnie, a purple rabbit; chica, a yellow chicken; and foxy, a pirate-costumed fox.

that is until five children went missing and the animatronics started to act weird, as people back then described. it all goes downhill from the incident.

the original diner closed after lawsuits and missing children were reported with the diner as its connection. henry emily and william afton fought with each other where henry cuts their partnership and created his own company, hiring employees to get the business together in the 80s, it’s called fazbear entertainment. the company opens so many franchises of freddy fazbear’s pizza until one by one it closes down. rumors of odor coming from inside the pizzeria and the animatronics going ‘haywire to walk around the vicinity’ at night are the main reasons for its downfall until the early 2000s when the company disappeared, never opening another franchise again.

you always believed there is a connection between the missing children, the odor, and the animatronics acting weirdly. you really wanted to find out about it. never have you assumed that near where you lived, there was once a freedy fazbear’s pizza. and the news was the reason for your shock when taeyoung said that he, by proxy from his dad who is a property developer, gained access to one.

“i mean… i do.” you replied to taeyoung with a tilted head. “but never have i thought that you’re going to ask me to go to one of their places. heck, i didn’t even know our city had one.” you continued, unconsciously biting the inside of your lips.

“well, that’s good, right? you can explore the building while getting to know it and its history? maybe be able to contribute to the story that is out there.” you can only nod after what taeyoung said as it is, in your mind, the truth. you maybe aren’t the best equipped to solve this kind of mystery, but being a high school student sometimes has its boring times and this is an opportunity of a lifetime, a story that you can tell someday. you don’t even know if this abandoned building also owns its secret. were there also missing children cases back in their prime days like the other franchises? does it also have any link to the odor and weird animatronics people have associated the franchise with other than their pizza and arcade?

“i’ll go.” sunoo and yuna stare at you bewildered after what you said, making taeyoung lightly bounce on his side of the table. you can’t help to want to know. all the curiosity that’s running through your mind envelops you—you don’t even have enough moments to think about how to survive a night there, at an abandoned building engulf in trees where it is hard to reach. where danger can just be right around the corner, yet you just want to know what happened and why it has become like this.

“if (y/n)’s going, i’ll go too.” you see sunoo replied. you let out a small smirk as you glimpse at the boy, lifting your fist up for him to fist bump where sunoo grins at you while giving a light one.

yuna lets out a sigh and said, “fine, but, i know the other two agree with me. we want those allowances to be given to us evenly.” you let out a chuckle as the three of you glare at taeyoung with a baffled look on his face, before letting out his breath.

“25% for each of us?” taeyoung sees all three of you nodding, a sneaky grin on all of your faces.

“fine by me.”

“you’re nervous?” you heard sunoo speak as you tie your combat boots tightly and slip the remaining laces under the tied ones. sighing quietly as you look up to admire his room that you’ve visited hundreds maybe nearing thousand of times while looking at the backpack you packed full of stuff you needed as you told your mom and his mom that you’re having a sleepover in his room tonight.

“it’s… mixed. like nervous but excited and also scared.” you bounce your feet on the floor sitting as he furrows his eyebrows while also checking the backpack you can see is beside you. “anything can happen there.” you mumbled.

sunoo smiled as he replied, “we can get through it, all of us.”

in your group, sunoo has always been the optimistic one: like when all four of you play dodgeball for p.e. class with your other classmates, he is usually the one that commands the most but also throws the most, most of his shots are a hit which—you can’t deny—also amazed you. yuna is the pessimistic one: worrying at first but being solid at it after, like when she complained to the rest of you before a physics exam and then found out that she also gets the highest score. taeyoung is the mischievous one that pranks and dares all three of you, sometimes not even caring if karma gets him like a ball to his nuts. while you are the curious one: sometimes your curiosity gets you in trouble like getting detention but it also helps your friends in acing the hardest math exam you have ever taken with the answer key you remembered reading and all four of you got at least a 90 on the scores.

“speaking of getting through it, what do you bring?” you nudge your shoulder toward his backpack beside yours.

“snacks, water bottles, blankets, medkit,” he replied as he closes his bag, his gaze now on you.

you hummed as a smile formed, “like a scout. nice!”

“you knew about me going camping before. so i packed the things i pack when camping, “ sunoo answered as he gently put his hand on his waist. “how about you?”

“a notebook, pencil, spare clothes, water, spare batteries, and a pocket knife,” you reply while you think about how funny your differing priorities are for today’s adventure, exactly like what you group yourself and your friends’ stereotypes. both your phone vibrates at the same time as you glance at yours, the message being shared in your group chat showing on the screen telling you they have arrived at the meeting point. the open window of sunoo’s ground-floor bedroom opens to the front side of his house, ready for you both to go through.

as you two picked up your backpacks and climb out the window, sunoo slowly closed it, leaving a small gap so he can push it open when you both arrived in the morning. you two walk into the night to the corner of your block where a car waits. both of you can see taeyoung from the front seat window as you both are approaching, gesturing you to go into the back seat. climbing into the car with serim driving and yuna that sits with you two at the back, the car zooms away as saturday slowly ends.

seeing the streetlights illuminate the road and trees forming around it, you trail your eyes off to yuna who is sitting next to you. she has a small backpack of her own on her lap.

“how are you, bestie?” you nudge her shoulder with your own.

“to be honest, i’m sleepy. after we arrive, we should find a good place so that we can stay and i can sleep,” she replied, making taeyoung who sits at shotgun tilt his head back to take a glimpse at her and you.

“she doesn’t believe the roaming animatronics stuff.”

“as if they’re real.” she crosses her arm and leans against the car door beside her while the dark woods slowly envelop the car. the headlights are the only source of light other than the ones coming from the moon above you.

you heard serim chuckle from the driver’s seat. “i agree like what’s with the rumored stuff with the kids and animatronics being tethered. just tell the truth that they are malfunctioning. what an exaggeration to say that they walk around the restaurant.” you glance at yuna, who is nodding after serim finish his opinion. yet, you are still convinced they are tethered in some way. maybe the animatronics are haunted…

the car goes deep on a wide enough dirt track for a single vehicle and stops in a small clearing, a building’s silhouette upon it with an enormous billboard on the top of what you presume is the entrance. it stops and you all step out from the cramped interior, feeling the chills forming from the night wind blowing through the thin spaces of trees’ trunks and branches.

“the keys, taeyoung.” serim lightly flings it to taeyoung who catches it perfectly. “best of luck to you all, i guess, especially you. big stakes right here.” he points to his brother and gives a wink, the said boy getting disgusted by it and silently gagged. yuna, who is beside you, picked up everything as she chuckle next to your shoulder.

“shut the heck up.” taeyoung mumbles making serim lightly laugh as he grabs the steering wheel in front of him.

“see you at 6, losers,” serim said and then the car drove off. you can’t help but look at the time from your phone that you picked out from your pocket.

00:00

the beam from the flashlights all of you have brought shines on the path to the abandoned pizzeria building. the lights roaming on the building's exterior, seeing the scraps of a billboard on top of the building with a freddy fazbear head as the logo and the name is written across the bottom of the logo, signalling its glory and how it has withered with time with it being slanted; almost fallen off the roof. looking around the entrance’s exterior, you see images of the animatronics in a cartoon style in front of a mini playground with slides, monkey bars, and swings. in the distance, you can also see a silhouette of what looks like a door on the other side of in it. the door is most likely an emergency door shown by the weird positioning that is placed. if it uses another color, it will stick out too much. so that's why it uses the same paint as the exterior walls.

there are questions instantly running through your mind as you step closer to it. why isn’t the main entrance bordered with planks of wood like other abandoned buildings you know from documentaries or the internet? is it because every franchise is closed around the same time, and the staff and management didn’t mind the leftovers that they can use if they want to try again? maybe, they wanted to continue, but the lawsuits and pressure are just too much for them to be open. maybe, fear might have a factor in it.

you hear the jingling of the keys and the lock on the iron fence that stands in front of a set of glass doors. the metal creaks as taeyoung continues to move forward and open the glass door. one by one, you all go in as yuna slowly pushes the glass door open.

stepping inside the room, your flashlight lets you observe the strips of wallpaper that are deteriorating and watermarks staining the wall from leaking spots. you walk at the back with sunoo while letting your eyes adjust to the darkness as the flashlight beams roam the spacious room of what used to be a reception room, with its lectern for one of the staff to stand by and the many amounts of benches for people in the waiting list.

hearing the scrunch under your feet, you let your flashlight shines on the scattered pizza boxes on the floor and party decorations that have filled the room. your nose itching from the cumulated dust in the air but not enough to make rub your finger against it or make you sneeze. taeyoung walks to the front as the lights coming from his beam show promotional posters on one side, bathroom doors on the other, and a large doorway on the same side at the end of the hallway. old telephone booths sticking out onto the wall beside the entrance to the main area.

“we can spread out, but don’t go out of this room.” sunoo whispered behind the crowd as you all enter a giant room which you guess is the main area of the pizzeria, and its condition is worse than the reception area.

the room is full of dining tables and benches with paper plates and open pizza boxes, a stage on one of the sides, and arcade cabinets on one corner of the room; some stood while others were laying broken as a pool of glass shards reflected the shine of your flashlight. rubbers that were supposed to resemble balloons are flat on the ground—a few are looking like the air leaked from them while others look like they popped as their edges look like it was ripped apart. a few of the tiles on the floor are cracked and you can hear them crunch under your footsteps. holding your breath as you look like the restaurant resembling a shipwreck, your light shines on two hallways on two sides of the arcade area. both of them leading to dead ends that have a poster attached to the wall, but the one on the right has light coming in from a plank-covered window. and as you look closer, you can see doorways on both of the hallway; a room is there behind the arcade.

you and your friends scattered around the dining tables to search the nooks and crannies of the room. walking to where the stage stood, you could see chipped wood from the front of the stage and an emergency exit door on the corner beside it—the same position you see the silhouette on the outside. scattering your lights to view the surroundings, you see yuna shines hers to one of the dining tables. approaching it, you find rotten pizzas in an open pizza box that isn't complete or on top of a paper plate that has confetti on its design.

“ew, there are rotten foods here,” she commented lightly, waving her hand from the disgusting smell of spoiled food that have kicked your senses. you let your feet walk to one of the entrances to the hallways across the room, seeing a few doors in a hallway with a double door to the right.

“we should find a place for our base camp for the next hours,” you mumbled, the quiet atmosphere attracting their attention towards you as they approach where you stand. your flashlight shines in the hallway in front of you.

“yeah, we don’t know what is lurking in this building, so it's best if we can find a safe place.” sunoo echoes your idea, earning a nod and smile from you. peeking from the corner of your eyes, you can see he lets out one too from the slight shine that reflects on a bit of his face.

“we can search one by one.” yuna remarked behind you as she looks in the hallway and taeyoung hummed, agreeing to what you all said. all of you approach the two doors to see them made out of glass and windows spread along the wall beside them, miraculously not broken into smithereens like the glass screen from the arcade cabinets. an anomaly from the other two glass doors you presume will be an identical type of room is the double doors right on your right side.

“this must have been a private party room,” taeyoung commented with you turning around, letting his lights shine inside the room as you all take a peek from the glass door. bookshelves stood across the entrance with a few windows on top of them, a short table with cushion chairs surrounding it, confetti paper on the floor with party hats, matching paper and cup set of chica and a chalky and crumbly birthday cake at the other hand of the table with a blackboard that said “happy birthday“ written with chalk.

“is it just me or even though this place has been shut down decades ago, many of the decorations and small trivial things are still there? like why would they leave food?” yuna added as you take another glance at the long table where you can see other rancid food on it—resembling the ones in the main dining area. it seems as if the management doesn’t want to care about the restaurant when it closes. none of the furniture was moved out or cleaned up before being. it looks as if the staff working had disappeared so suddenly one day into thin air, and no one has the responsibility to clean the mess before letting it spread all over the restaurant.

“looks like the building has stayed in the past cause all i can think about is people abandoning the building and all of its activities without no actions to clean them up.” sunoo made a hypothesis the same as what you thought.

“hmm, 80s fresh air, felt so different.” taeyoung joked as your hand reaches the handle of the door and slowly open it. yuna’s flashlight right behind your body shines the room from on top of your shoulder. the chairs are so small you assumed it's for children around and under five years old.

“do you want to stay here or stay outside?” you turned to your friends as you gently held it open.

“inside the room is safer and we can barricade it. good for escape if we can reach up the bookshelves of the window above it. while outside, there is much more room to run if there is danger and the path to the exit, but we’re much more exposed.” you let out your thoughts as all four of you look at each other, gently letting go of the door before putting one cushion to the doorframe, not letting it shut as you don’t want to cause a loud noise if—if it is true—something is lurking in these hallways and rooms.

“inside could work.” taeyoung voiced out as he settles his bag on the ground. “great access to see the outside if we see any animatronics roaming down the hall.”

“no, they’re not.” yuna exclaimed as her face creased from the comment, then immediately yawns after before continuing. “since we searched the place when we get here, we should be able to make a small map of the place, right?”

“yes, we can,” sunoo said as he places his backpack and then looks at you. at first, you were confused by what he implied, but his eyes move to the bag on your back. you silently acknowledge before pulling your backpack down and opening the zipper, pulling your notebook and pencil out. all of you sit down, taeyoung sits on the cushion and yuna sits on the floor while you kneel on your knees down as you put the notebook on the dusty table, tracing the rough layout of the building from what you could remember.

“i’ve drawn the main entrance and reception, the hallway with the bathrooms, and the doorway to the dining room.” the others see your drawing as you let your fingers fidget with the pencil.

taeyoung gently grabs the pencil from you as he continues your drawing. “across from the entrance there is a small stage and a door. and the place where we are is through here, near the doorway from the reception. a hall with two party rooms and a double door to a room on the right side.”

“the kitchen.” sunoo cuts in as he is standing and looking at the double doors outside from the window. “i can see glints of silver in there from the circle window. on some angle, i can see the metal thingy where you suck up smoke from the stove and some circular stuff dangling which i guess are pans.” he tells his assumption.

“that makes sense. i was scouring near the arcade in the dining room and see the little window where servers usually grab food from the kitchen. the big cartoon-ish animal drawings on the wall can’t be ignored.” yuna said as she leans near you.

“i found another hallway beside the small stage and arcade. lights coming in seems to be a large window with a door at the end of the hallway on the left and one near the front of the hallway on the right.” sunoo added as you continued drawing the new areas on the map, few of the ones you made have already been assigned with their descriptions from all of your friends help. you added the stage you saw, the emergency door beside it, and the other hallway between the arcade and the kitchen; the one where sunoo didn’t catch as you heard him hum.

“i think that is all…” sunoo turns back from where he stands, now crouching on the other end of the table while looking at the sketch. you put down your pencil, unconsciously biting the nail on your thumb.

“what are the other two rooms then?” yuna asked from beside you. seeing the three empty rectangles with no scribbles on top of it. the room across from where the hallway to reception, the hallway sunoo mentioned with the door on the front right side, and the room behind the arcade.

taeyoung inspects the paper and the words inside them to indicate their purpose. “this is a restaurant, so supply closets for cleaning stuff and extra party decorations. and they have animatronics so maybe one of them is to clean their parts and repair them. what’s the last one then?”

“security,” you murmured, letting your thumb fall from your face.

“the animatronics are dangerous apparitions after all. security has to have their own office to help track animatronics and not let them do dangerous things.” you see the others nodding as you added the last three names for the last three doors beside the layout. the current matter is that you don't know the certain locations of them.

01:00

you felt your body being gently shaken inside the blanket that you are sleeping in.

by the time you finished talking about the layout of the rooms inside the abandoned building, all of you let your tiredness get to you and fall asleep. sunoo, who brought blankets, gave one to you as you are the only that doesn’t bring any form of sleeping props; taeyoung with his pillow-neck while yuna with her towel-turn-blanket. the thing is, you didn’t get any sleep when you can hear muffled clanks from outside of the room, your mind letting you awake, letting you observe the area with your hearing. and now, you can feel your head throbbing as you are placed in a between rem and non-rem sleep.

“(y/n), please…” you hear yuna’s recognizable voice. feeling a tad bit safer, your eyes open and you sit your body up on the party room floor.

“what’s wrong? did you also h-“

“i need to pee,” yuna hissed as she kneel beside you, trying to hold it in. the concern in your eyes fall as you let out a chuckle at the girl. dragging off the blanket from your body, you lean in closer to her.

“you can pee in the corne-“

“i rather get grabbed by the animatronic than see the boys seeing me pee.” yuna’s tense face made you chuckle again as you nod your head, seeing a small smile forming on her face before you paused when you heard the muffled clanks again. turning your head against where the sound came from—the double doors across from the room you are in. sighing, you quickly turn around to crawl closer to your friend, shaking his upper arm with enough force to wake him up.

“sunoo…” you whispered, seeing him stirring with his eyes open. his eyebrows are raised as he looks between you and yuna, who puts her hands on your shoulder.

“what are you doing?” he mumbled as he leans up.

“we’re going to the bathroom. i just need you to know so you can stand by if anything went wrong. don’t fall asleep on us,” you warned him as sunoo sits up while stretching his arms and neck. as yuna waits by with sunoo, you scrambled to your bag and grab a few needed items to be on your body: your phone and a pocket knife, before going to the glass door as yuna gently opens it. you turn around to close it and see sunoo now sitting on the cushion as taeyoung still sleeping on the other side of the room. you gave him a small nod as you point at your phone in your hand before gently walking away.

you were glad that the hallways are close enough with each other that no other occurrence really disturbed you in someway—the clanking that lingers in your mind for the past hour suddenly disappeared. you both walk to the hallway and stand facing the bathrooms, the female one is wide open with a poster of chica on display, while the male one had its door slightly open. yuna walks towards the female bathroom where you suddenly grab her wrist, stopping her movement before turning around towards you.

“what’s wrong?” she scream-whispered towards you. you jutted your chin to the door as you see how the hinges of the bathroom door she wanted to enter are broken, how the door is slanted and battered like many pressures of opening said door too hard has caused it to be like this.

“we should use the male bathroom. if something happens, the door from the male one can be our line of protection,” you replied as yuna looks back between you and the female bathroom before looking at the door beside it. she tilts her head and shows a slight nod before walking—also pulling you—to the male bathroom.

hearing the door screech as she pushes it wider, a flickering horizontal light from above the sink illuminates the dirty bathroom, the only evidence that electricity still reaches this building which has been abandoned for years. yuna pulled you to the stall in front of the last one at the back where the door is slightly open to see the dirty toilet. seeing her holding a tissue that can help to clean the pee, you turn around and close the door behind you as gently as possible as yuna does her business, locking the door that is still working.

staring at the paint of the stall, you can trace the various intangible writings on the stall’s walls from kids dating back to the latest in 2005; someone wrote the year in black marker along with other doodles. there are also a few drawings of the animatronic characters made with the same pen that wrote the year instead of the illustrations that you see in the halls. it is childish in nature and as you pin it into your mind, you felt a sudden somber by the missing children incident that is related to the franchise.

that’s when you heard a music box playing, and it seems getting closer and closer.

catching the sound of tissue from yuna’s hand as she throws it away, you turn and grab her wrist as you put your pointer finger in front of your mouth. she follows your gesture as silence consumes you both before you hear the music box playing again. you see yuna’s eyes widen before the sound of a door opens, and it opens hard, slamming onto the wall. you jumped as you heard yuna’s gasp before you walk closer and cover her mouth, looking back toward your stall’s door to see the lock that you put in is still intact.

putting your lips in a straight line to help muffled yourself, your legs wobble when the music box sound is getting louder, followed by the sound of something metallic hitting the ceramic tiles of the bathroom. you gently push yourself to sit on your knees, the song of the music box playing sounded familiar to you, like a part of a classical piece. the sound of metal and footsteps is heavy and your pupils tremble when you peek outside under the door to see a pair of legs full of fur underneath the light of the bulb from the sink. seeing its shadow walking closer, you felt yuna’s breath beside your cheek as she replaces your hand with her own, seemingly paralyzed along with you as you see the legs coming closer towards your stall.

you can finally recognize the color of the fur of its feet, brown.

the sound of mechanical joints whirling can be picked up from above where you sit, obscured by the door as the feet are walking to the front of the stall you are in. you can’t help yourself to cover yuna’s hand with your own to help increase the muffling, hoping that it can mute your breathing as you try to hold it as best as you can. seeing the feet slowing down right where you are, you can identify the side of the three-fingered paws of the animatronic. yuna seems to hide her face on your shoulder as you listened to her muffled gagged before you smell the cause of the gag yourself. as it walks away, the waft of rotten odor coming from it also leaves your vicinity and you peek to sit it turning around from the wall on the last stall—the stall you are in—and now walk in a pace that you observed before. the music box panning from both of your ears as the music rewinds again, knowing that it can attract something or someone to get closer.

as you hear the music box now muffled from the layers of walls—the thing not closing the door at all—you quickly stood up from your position and gently open the lock of the stall, seeing the sink area intact as you walk further from yuna, who is still covering her mouth, to the entrance of the male bathroom. the sound of the music box playing from your left, where the entrance is. you were glad that sunoo had the right mind to not let it open wide and not close it shut but leave a small gap for both the glass door and the iron fence. you could make a run if you need to. but that means leaving the others behind.

pulling out your phone from your pocket, you open your camera and use the front camera as a mirror as you lean back—but not with pressure—against the door with yuna now standing beside you, peeking to examine the torso and head of the being that is creating music. it stands facing its back towards you where you can see from the silhouette courtesy of the moon: the rounded ears and the hat right in the middle. your lips tremble as you see it walking around the benches, making most of its body obscure by the wall, if you stepped out.

you can’t believe it as you see the back of its head move behind the wall as you stood in the hallway, the music box still playing the same song. your heart is beating like crazy and you know it can jump out if it wants to. the cogs in your mind moving in a frenzy as you now know what you encountered.

“that’s a freddy fazbear animatronic,” you whispered under your breath.

“what th-“

the music box stopped when yuna replied beside you, making you grab onto her arm and your phone on the other side tightly as you turn your body around and speedwalk to the dining room doorway. but then a shadow on the ground of a bunny figure appears, making you hide behind the wall beside the doorway, the phone booth can be felt on your back as you turn your head to watch the silhouette of the bunny animatronic walking away from where you at before turning a corner, making its back now facing you. you remembered the lines of dining tables you saw, four rows from the stage, that takes most of the hall.

you let go of yuna’s hand when you heard her whisper, “wait” as you crawl on your knees and open the cloth of the dining tables. looking back at yuna, who has frightened eyes. you nodded at her as she follows you and crawl to the opening you made. crawling past you before you instantly drop the cloth around the right time as you listened to the animatronic footsteps coming from where you were now at the doorway. freddy’s music box stops playing like it’s in alarm mode.

you drag your knees to bring you closer to the middle of the long dining table, opening your phone that illuminates the space under the cloth slightly, making you able to see the dusty tiles with a few toy cars, paper plates, and character masks on the floor. you quickly open the group chat for your friends and quickly type into the group chat.

y/n: SUNOO!

y/n: IT’S TRUEEE

y/n: IT’S REAL

someone types right after you.

sunoo: IK

sunoo: WE SAW A CHICKEN ONE COMING OUT OF THE DOOR ACROSS FROM THE BASE

sunoo: THE KITCHEN

the chicken one…

y/n: THAT’S CHICA

y/n: WE SAW FREDDYY

y/n: AND BONNIE

breathing rapidly, you notice yuna looking between you and the phone in your hand.

“you didn’t bring yours?” you whispered as she shook her head, eyes still wide. that’s when you picked up the whirring metal moving around you. a slight gap underneath the cloth makes you able to catch another pair of legs full of fur. but this one is not brown. it’s purple.

raising your hands to your mouth, you try to not make a sound as best as you can. seeing the furry feet stomping onto the tiled floor—crunching underneath its weight. you hope they don’t have joints where they could lean down and see you under the table. but then you remember that is supposed to be a singing animatronic, how else can they show their rhythm and groove without a joint to their hip area. the machinery walks slowly. but you also suspect that they could run with their current physiology.

something touches you and you got startled as you turn towards your friend in a position that looks painful, facing her stomach down as she looks out from the other side of the table. you grab her hand to reassure her when yuna pulls you to do the same thing. slowly approaching her, you try your best not to let the rubber sound on the dirty tiled floor.

“what is it?” you whisper directly into her ear. the glint in her eyes letting you know she might found something helpful.

“see that open doorway?” she whispered back, pointing to the rectangle void compared to the greyish hue of the wall.

“we could go there. especially if the boys are also in trouble,” she replied, almost letting out a chuckle before you reply by ruffling her hair, non-verbally expressing how proud you are of her. you scan the doorway from that small glimmer of open space between the tablecloth and your own, seeing that it is on the other side of the room. you slowly raise your body as yuna raises her, seeing you in a near crouch position as you tell her with gestures as best as you can, pointing between the two of you, your forefinger and middle finger bent as it moves across the dorsum of your other hand, pointing on the table that concealed the two of you and showing three with your fingers.

‘we have to crouch under the table three times.’

she nods, understanding what you meant. with the moonlight shining into the room, and a few exterior lights as well. you can see the silhouette of the figures roaming around the dining room. a burst of laughter caught your attention, something you didn’t hear before as another animatronic steps into the hallway from where the side where your base camp is. chica.

as you watch the silhouette from the table you are underneath, you can inspect where the animatronics are: bonnie is walking in front of the stage, going the direction where you are going, chica is walking towards the middle of the room, whilst freddy is still near the hallway to the reception area. the coast is clear as you give a look to yuna, her stance resembling yours as you give nods in a rhythm.

one…

two…

three.

you carefully lift the tablecloth as yuna moves forward first, her hand reaching for the end of the cloth as she opens it. your eyes only strained forward as you follow her before she closes the cloth. your legs nearly slipped on the floor as yuna braces you. with your adapting eyes, you notice the rotten cream on your sneakers as yuna lets out a grim expression on her face, almost gagging before you shush her up. you glance at the remnants of a pie here, complete with the degrading aluminium foil that is in its place—deep down you are glad you didn’t step onto the aluminium.

yuna nudges you to the other side of the table when you realize the gap between this row and the one across is larger than the one you just passed. bracing yourself, you glance at her as she nods knowingly when she does her own countdown and lifts the tablecloth for you as you rush out.

eyes only looking forwards as your knees nearly gave out when you reach the other table, too late to open the tablecloth as it slips from your force. you gritted your teeth as you hear the plastic utensils above the table scratching each other from the force, the hum of the machinery turns towards you as you stare at bonnie’s three-toed feet that are walking in the path that separates you and yuna.

you quickly cover yourself as your mind scrambles to find something to help her. your eyes follow the shadowy items near you as you find a plastic fork not too broken like the ones you came across. it can help to be a distraction to get yuna to you.

your aching feet take you towards the fallen plastic utensils—thoughts in your mind still wonder how this is still here even with it being closed down—as you pick up the fork and adjust its prong to its maximum potential. approaching away from where bonnie is almost nearing the end of the long table, you lift the cloth up and throw the plastic fork towards where the kitchen is. your hypothesis on the animatronic becomes fact as you see bonnie rush towards where the plastic fork landed, even freddy joining the frenzy. you immediately close the opening as yuna’s swift body move to where you are, slipping behind the animatronic.

approaching her, she lets out a silent exhale as her eyes are wide open, shaking her head as you both approach the final table and do the final dash towards the doorway. the gap returns to the shorter one as yuna opens the tablecloth for you to pass, the animatronics is still focusing on the fork and where it landed. you open the last one for yuna and quickly close it as you step onto something not flat. looking down, you again meet the character masks you also saw earlier: one for bonnie and one for freddy. you didn’t notice that you linger on them when yuna approaches the last obstacle before you finally leave.

“hurry (y/n).” her whisper rings as you picked the masks up in your hand and slip them through your arm. the almost broken rubber bands stretch against your skin as yuna stares at you weirdly before you open the tablecloth for her. she steps out and approaches the void before slipping to the side—the door dark enough that it looks wide open but it actually has a small crack open. your eyes scan at the silhouette of the animatronics as you can see chica almost approaching the path you are now. you sprint towards the door and slip inside. you felt large wires behind you as you grab one and slip it onto the doorway before pushing the door close so that it doesn’t make the usual click sound.

“bad idea.” yuna mumbled beside you as you finally stare at the room and the things decorating the wall.

both of you were met by the heads of the animatronic, jaw open with no eyeballs. most of them sticking onto the walls. in one corner, there is a pile of metal amalgamation with a few of them sticking out. you can catch yuna’s chattering teeth as she looks at the menacing heads on the wall. the vibration in your pant pocket tickles your thigh as you pull your phone out and open it. the screen filled up with sunoo’s worries as you glance at the clock.

02.00

sunoo: you okay?

taeyoung: we’re so freaking worried

typing the answer, the light of the phone illuminates you, yuna, and some of the room. pipes and wires draping from the ceiling as you can pick up the whirring machines outside of the small gap in the door.

y/n: we’re alright

y/n: though we are stuck now

y/n: gonna tell you the next plan later

you let the phone’s screen light up the room which still irks you in a bad way, but it’s definitely not the worst as the one from the outside. seeing the familiar faces of the animatronic heads, you piece up what this room might be. the scent of oil sticks to your smelling scent and yuna moves to approach the tall shelf where tools and equipment are oxidizing there. remembering the layout, yuna pointed to one of the rooms that you remember is unknown on your do-it-yourself map.

“this is the parts and service room,” you mumbled, glancing at yuna who turns her body to yours. she hums, lifting the tools as the small sound creates a scratch to your sense. slowly stepping onto the floor, you approach yuna as the light of the phone creates a spotlight to let you see clearer. it reflects on the metallic materials in the room. the soggy smell of fur from the backup heads of the animatronics, wet and might have moulds in it.

the metal amalgamation caught your eyes as you approach it. you crouch down and inspect the long pipe—like metal bones and joints that resemble the human skeletal system. you could identify the toes, fingers, hips, and torsos. as you approach, you glance at one head and look at a skull with uncanny eyeballs sticking to both the left and right sides. the eyes stare open, lifeless, yet it has eyelids that could blink in a moment; your heart thumps more imagining that. none of the skeletons stand tall, unlike the animatronics striding outside the room you are in, as if someone has pulled them apart to not let them be working.

“hey…” yuna calls with a small voice, the rubbing sound present also coming from her.

“i found something.”

“shoot,” you responded, straightening your stature as yuna stepped towards the metal table where half of chica’s head is present. the rubbing noise you heard is the large pieces of paper that she brought, shaped in rolls. tucking a few under her arms, she opens one roll and places tools from a wrench to a hammer on each corner.

“blueprints…”

pointing your lit screen towards it, you can see the white illustrations on the blue-colored grids and a few words around them. the unnatural shape of the top hat indicates that this is the blueprint of freddy. on the left side is the illustration of the body while on the right side is the illustration of the head, shaped meticulously so that it looks mascot-like and almost resembles the head of a real bear.

squinting your eyes, you scan the words surrounding it. it’s full of unfamiliar terms that you can’t instantly deduct. but you might figure out something when you glance and examine the body of the animatronic even further.

“their body is hollow. look at the gap between the skeleton and the outer casing.” you trace the skeleton’s spine down the drawing before trailing to the side where the stomach is. yuna stares at the mangled skeletons as you glance for a response from her.

“so they have an endoskeleton with fur casing? that doesn’t explain the odor coming from them and how they’re ‘alive’.” her hands lift to make air quotes.

an epiphany comes into your mind even though you don’t want to presume it happened. but you can’t hold it in.

“i think it has something to do with the missing children.” you pivot to her, seeing her shake her head.

“that can’t be possible, right? are they… possessed?” the pitch of her speaking voice tells you everything about her working mind.

“i mean… how can they still move even with decades past? the animatronic must be plugged into electricity to work. unless there is a supernatural thing going out, they’re not gonna move at all.”

yuna stares at you, her eyes trembling as she seems to consider the possibility of that happening. distracting herself, she returns to the blueprint as you turn your body around to lean against the metal table. the tap of the items on your arms presses against the edge of the table. your eyes stare at the mascot heads on the walls; how the fur is shedding from the casing and the watermarks trailing down, damping the paints on the wall so that it looks bubbly.

you don’t expect there was any missing children incident related to this specific building—especially in your town relating to a pizzeria. but the past is much harder to archive specifically with the little franchises separate from the main restaurant franchise. you don’t want to assume anything vile about what happened, but the smell of odor coming from animatronics makes you much more suspicious of what could happen. why the missing children from the main franchise building might not be found and how it could make the animatronics work and move like it’s alive. the uncanniness is making shivers run down your spine, but the animatronics act animatedly, unlike what a robot is.

“no way…” you heard muttering coming from the other person in the room. a small hum as a reply to her, yuna pulled your phone from your hand and pointed it to the words on the blueprint.

“facial recognition…”

you shift your head as you see her open more blueprints—bonnie’s, foxy’s, and chica’s—and check the same area as the first blueprint.

“they all have facial recognition. there are books from the same shelf. maybe a repair manual?” her words trail off as she turns to the shelf where she fetches the prints. the small beacon from your phone still allows you to trace the words of facial recognition right above the music box player on freddy’s blueprint. the heavy sound of books landing on something rings in the room as dust flies.

“aha!” she exclaimed with a little voice before bringing a book towards you. the word ‘manual’ sticking out to you when she flipped the cover open, tracing the directory before opening the right page. she held the book right by her eyes, seeing her eyes move behind the barrier from your view

“‘the animatronics has a facial recognition system that can detect the human faces from its fellow animatronic. this system was made to prevent entry for known child criminals and it has access to the criminal database…’” she read out the information. that’s when you stare at the items on your arm. the masks.

you push the masks slipped onto your arm to her as she stares between the book and the items on you. her eyes enlarged as she leans closer, slipping your phone back onto your open palm.

“we could wear this. get the boys out of the party room, and exit from the emergency exit, which is the door beside this room and get out,” you spoke, nodding your head along with it as you affirm yourself.

“that might work. we can recognize ourselves between them. let’s do it.” yuna said with a thin smile. you let her pull off the freddy mask from your arm. the mask looks like a child’s mask and you reckoned it might not fit your face, but when you slip the bonnie mask on, the bands stretching behind your earlobes, you can feel the plastic edge press against your cheek.

now, your view is much more obscured with only the holes for the eyes and nostrils helping to get the air in clearer. trying your best to inform the others, you send out a message in the group chat.

y/n: if you can, search for character masks to wear in the party room. we can meet up at the arcade area.

taeyoung: what’s this? ^

y/n: they have facial recognition. we can disguise ourselves - yuna

she slips your phone back into your pocket and gives you a pat. the scratching sound enters your ear as yuna now holds a wrench in her hand—better be safe than sorry. you take a deep breath, sensing her presence protecting you from the back.

“you ready?” she asked behind you.

“uh huh…” you said, with a tinge of worrisome you hope she didn’t figure it out. hand on the handle, the hinges creak as you pull the door open.

peeking your head out, you could examine the main dining area; thinking that enormous figures are roaming the hall, but finding it empty instead. the lingering sound of freddy’s music box is playing in the hallway on the other side of where you are. but no animatronics seems to be present. the curtain of the stage is closed like the last time you notice it and you caught clanging sounds from the kitchen area, probably from chica—the boys saw her from there.

yuna’s hands grip each of your shoulders when you step forward. each foot moves slowly on the tiled floor as the windows on the other side of the hallway let the outside light in. step by step, you amble beside the dining table you hide under a few minutes ago. you gaze at the abandoned food and utensils on the table. plastic plates, glass, knife; all you can study without worry.

looking towards the right, you find a half circle that is covered by the curtain—the small stage taeyoung mentioned. walking in front of the elevated floor, you notice the dark void in between the purple-patterned curtains. yuna’s empty hand grips your shoulder as you both stare at it.

“‘sorry out of order’?” you heard her faint whisper in your ear, but you didn’t expect a buzzing sound to come from behind the curtain. your body instantly shoves yuna behind you as you reach your other pocket, pushing your hand inside as you grip the handle. the source of light behind you reflects on something white as it gets bigger. a claw pushes out and moves the curtain out.

yuna’s trembling finger holds onto your waist as you see the silhouette of something poking out from the curtain, a head with a sharp nose. you held your breath when you look at the animatronic peeking out of the stage. the last animatronic of the roster: foxy, complete with its pirate garment of the eyepatch and the hook. its behavior is animalistic, jutting its nose as it sniffs the air with its artificial nose.

before it stiffs and turns its head towards both of you.

its body moves out of the curtain slowly as you both stood still, making yourself as robotic as possible. even with the mask as your front, you still feel as exposed as ever. the beating of your heart might explode out of your chest as your grasp on the pocket knife is ready to pull it out. biting your bottom lip, you let it stand before you as it scans your face. and it seems to recognize the familiar visual of the character’s face. its tall figure looms over both of you before it runs towards the bigger stage.

its heavy footsteps echo in the room as you stare at it moving away. your mind was too distracted by the animatronic that even a small, bitter touch on your exposed skin startled you. turning around, you find two people in chica and foxy masks.

your breath heave as you perceived the familiar touch of sunoo and the tousled hair that only belongs to taeyoung. the boy points towards the arcade area as all of you approach it. the clanking in the kitchen is still prominent enough as you stood beside the door.

“how’d you know the masks work?” sunoo asked as they gave out both of your backpacks back to their rightful owners.

“they have a facial recognition system. (y/n) suggests that masks might work so they see us as one of them.” yuna’s hand still grips your shoulder as you felt the wrench on her hand, swaying from the weight.

“we’re gonna get ou-“

the sound of an open draping cloth distracts you. your eyes follow the sound of it, the animatronic comes out from the stage as you see bonnie on stage. your breathing is calm and your mind is collected from the non-reactive way foxy did. but this is different as the sound of a ripping cloth filled the air. the bunny animatronic jumps down towards you and rushes towards you, letting out a gargled electrical scream that covers the music box from freddy.

“GUYS!” you exclaimed, but the animatronic only focuses towards you. the sound of the barging door opening from the side. chica’s laugh filled the room as you and yuna let go of each other and you pushed the others away as you let bonnie be distracted by you.

flicking open your pocket knife, you scattered towards the stage as bonnie jumps over the table to get to you. the rotting table legs collapsing as your hand still grips your backpack strap that is not on your shoulder properly. but the animatronic is too fast for your liking, from their taller stature to their mechanical limbs.

your backpack was caught as you pull it out of the animatronic, seeing it pulling as best as it can. its jaw opens and your tired body can’t hold itself up as your strength is lost against the robot. the eyes that are sticking to the endoskeleton are lifeless but reflect something that you have seen in other humans.

rage.

the robot growls as you’re being pulled against your might. the edge of the bonnie mask you’re wearing is pulled along your head with the strength of the conflicting forces, creating a flame to your skin senses. your head is almost near its wide-open jaw as you try hitting it with your knife; not applicable and only cut through the fur. not handling it well, you pushed the jaw apart with both of your hands.

your hearing is only focusing on the animatronic in front of you, making you didn’t expect the blow to the animatronic head as the eyeholes of your mask move nowhere near your eyes. pulsing bloodstream flowed to your palm as warmth wrapped around your wrist and drag you. trickling fluid coming out and dripping from your fingers as you still hold on to your pocket knife, not letting it go. you let your legs drag you along with the being that pulls you as it pushes you inside the room.

the heavy footsteps that followed you come to a halt as a loud bang comes before followed by the muffled one. you heard haggard breath as the sound of a large object scraping on the floor. something holds your shoulders up and you let your legs bring you somewhere else. but your vision is flickering as the black spots appear, tinnitus in your ear, your body getting heavy, and you can’t open your eyes anymore.

the void embraces you as your body shuts down.

03.00

something drips out from your lips.

hushes and the rustle of paper is all around you.

your hand fidgets as the pain spreads all around once again. opening your eyes, you were met with a blurry vision and light pointing towards the ceiling, painting it white instead of the musky grey. wooden marks from the ceiling tell you that this room in risk of leaking and might make the beam fall if not careful enough.

your lips are chapped as you sense a tear come down from the corner of your eyes, becoming clearer after each and every drop has fallen.

“oh gosh!” someone gasps as you felt your body being enveloped tightly. their hair tickles your nostrils but you needed the hug. your goosebumps grow as the coldness your body is showing is reduced by the warmth.

“you’re okay!” they whispered to you, pressing their palm against your cheek—a barrier that doesn’t allow the skin to skin contact makes a vertical down from under your eye to your jaw.

“sun?” you speak, a hoarse voice coming out as you see sunoo’s face. his smile is still as wide as ever, even with a smudge of thick dust on his cheeks.

“i’m here...” he whispered, holding onto your hand that is covered by something thin. noticing your expression, he lifts your hand so you could examine it. a bandage wrapped around your skin as you find a bloomed red coming from the palm.

“your tired body, adrenaline, and loss of blood make you instantly pass out as i brought you here. i tried to patch you up as best as i could.” sunoo answered your unspoken question, giving you the water bottle that he was trying to get you to sip even with your unconscious body.

“time?” you questioned, holding the water bottle as it still trembles in your hold. the soothing sensation wets your dry cavern as the water rushes down inside your digestive system.

“past 3. half past 4 actually,” he replied whilst looking at the lit phone in his hand. your eyes wander to the dim room, seeing the shelves rising above you like skyscrapers. a gallon of something looking like bleach is resting on one shelf—probably only left with its evaporated dust.

“we’re still in the pizzeria. locked in a cleaning cupboard of some sort.” his words reminded you of the locations of the map that are burnt into your mind. two out of three are identified. then the last room is security.

but when you touch the thin mattress beneath you, you became more alert as you can see a hole in one of the walls. through it, more shelves are standing and you can identify the familiar silhouette of brooms and mops.

“we’re deeper in it though. bonnie was still clawing at the door before i move one of the shelves over to hold the door close. then i found the hole, and it looks like someone lived here.” sunoo continued. one side of his face is shone by the flashlight, sitting with his knees now tuck to his chest.

“it’s a safe room of sorts, but by the messy mattress i found and newspapers. someone must have lived here.” your eyes wander to the pile of paper that sits beside him, scattered around the floor and a few near the edge of the mattress. you followed his hand as he picks one up and gives it to you. sitting up your body, you find the most comfortable position for you to read. eyebrows raised as you examine the headline.

Kids vanish at local pizzeria—bodies not found. Two local children were reportedly lured into a back room during the late hours of operation at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza on the night of June 26th. While video surveillance identified the man responsible and led to his capture the following morning, the children themselves were never found and are presumed dead.

Police think that the suspect dressed as a company mascot to earn the children’s trust.

“i tried to trace where these came from and a few of them led back to the missing person incident in the main branch of freddy fazbear’s pizza. but look at this.” he then shuffles some pages around as he pulls one out and gives it to you.

Four children reported missing in our town’s very own Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. Investigators link the incident to other similar incidents occurring in the other franchises.

the news was concise. telling you that there might be ten or more missing children that are scattered across the different franchises that are open. it is suspected that the same motive is done between all these franchises: children allegedly lured into a backroom during late hours.

sunoo then gave you another clipping that read “Local pizzeria threatened with shutdown over sanitation.” one about the main building while a few related ones about the other local franchises also, including your town.

“the others and i tried our freaking best to piece these up. they’re now stuck in the kitchen,” he said as he know you might wonder about yuna and taeyoung. “but i think this is when your knowledge comes to help. you knew more about these stories than anybody in our friend group. wikipedia doesn’t even give any straightforward answers.”

the boy moves so he could sit beside you, shoulder to shoulder. your fingertips still run against the pile you allowed him to stack on your lap as sunoo continues to open his phone, glancing your eyes to see the group chat.

you pat his arm to help you fetch your backpack, finding it as battered as ever with one strap hanging for dear life with a piece of string to not break. sipping the water bottle to help you better, your brain is much more awake that a few moments ago. the gears in them are turning as you open the notebook and scribble everything you know. the founders. the original five missing children. animatronic going haywire. unpleasant odor. and you trace each newspaper clipping to create the most effective timeline you could create. some of the newspaper has its ink bleed from the moist on it, but you decipher it as best as you could.

“yuna said that you speculate the animatronics are possessed?” sunoo questioned as you skim the words on the clipping before putting it aside. you hummed as a reply, mind to focus on connecting all the dots as best as you can.

whilst opening a few pages, something slipped out of the pile and landed on the tiled floor beside you. dashing to get a grip on the corner of the rectangular paper. you picked it up and sunoo shines the light from your flashlight onto it.

“a cheque...” the boy spoke as you scan the words.

mike schmidt. $120. valued employee.

the reflection of the flashlight shines more than the ink from the front side you are reading. flipping it around, you see a written note almost in cursive as you tried your best to read.

Father. It’s me, Michael. I’ve followed along your trails of blood even to the towns outside of ours. I’ve seen each and every one of your creations, from how they react to how they’ve smelled because of you. They all seem to recognize me because they thought I was you. No trace of your golden bunny suit means you’re not here. Something has gone terribly for me. But I will try my best to find you... I’m going to come find you.

“michael?” sunoo muttered, your eyes peeking at him as he realizes something and typed in something in a browser’s search engine. the result comes out immediately as he presses on the link on one of the founders. william afton.

“no way...” he mumbled, skimming the web page as you lean in against him. his sturdy shoulder holding you one before stopping at one section.

“‘nothing is much known about what happened to afton, but he had mentioned that he wanted his son, michael, to continue his legacy’... michael is william’s son.” sunoo turns his head towards you, so close to yours as you can felt his breath on your cupid’s bow.

“wait, wait, w-“ you push your hand out as your mind goes into overdrive. all the information you have in your mind pinning up against the surface of your brain, ready to be pieced onto your inner corkboard.

michael is william afton’s son.

golden bunny suit.

missing children lured by an employee.

odor from the animatronics.

their unusual frantic acts with metal bodies.

bonnie being aggressive towards you, who was wearing a bonnie mask.

looking up, you gaze at sunoo who is tilting his head, watching you putting the puzzle pieces together.

“they’re dead. the missing children are dead...”

“uh- okay..? that is so grim.” sunoo lets out a reply before you hold his hand.

“i mean, listen. they’re dead and they possessed the animatronic endoskeletons. okay, let me just-“ you picked up your notebook so sunoo can see, pencil on hand as you create underlines under the missing children incident.

“so ‘kids vanish at local pizzeria-bodied not found’ leading to the suspicions of an employee luring them back into the backroom of the restaurant. that means an employee-only area which we know by schematics on the place is the kitchen, parts and service, stage area, supply closet, and security office.” the graphite creates a line between the phrases and keywords you wrote on the paper.

“because of the vanishing bodies, either they were kidnapped or murdered on the spot. but i suggest the latter because...” you make a line between the sentence to the one above it. “the animatronics has an unpleasant odor, relating it to the pizzerias that are succumbing to lawsuits and eventually shutting down.”

sunoo continues following the line you made as you connect the employee to william afton, “i suspect william is the killer because of what michael said, ‘no trace of your golden bunny suit’. i have a guess that he has been searching for the father. and- believe it or not...”

you wrote something you remember by memory about the pizzeria that you didn’t write yet, “both the founders had to use this spring-lock animatronic costume in the early years of their business. william uses a golden bonnie suit...”

“so you’re saying the founder just commit a killing spree?” he questioned as you reply with a hum of agreement.

“i’ve seen discussion on forums on why both of them dissolve. many suggest that they have this business rivalry—unmatched vision, one has more power than the other—because afton also has his own company called afton robotics...” you write the name of the company right beside the two aftons.

sunoo grips one end of the piece of paper, eyes trailing down the content before speaking, “william is on the run for revenge and michael is trying to find him...”

“that and he’s trying to hurt the efforts of his former business partner. he must have done this killing spree on many freddy fazbear’s pizza locations. and if he want to leave no trace, he had to stuff the bodies into the animatronics, fusing their soul to the metals.” you replied, leaning back against the wall.

“that’s why i got attacked by bonnie for wearing the bonnie mask, how it’s more aggressive towards me. the child that possesses that must remember the bunny suit-wearing man that killed them, also all of us who are still human and alive. they’re sad and angry about what somebody has done to them. they’re stuck in limbo now, unable to rest in peace...”

you felt sunoo’s hand on yours, interlacing his fingers with yours and putting them on his thigh. his eyes strain on your face, glancing at your trembling lips as you empathize with what the children faced that is so unfair. ripping their lives because of a crazed man hungry for revenge.

“what do you want to do?” sunoo asked. even with your glum eyes, he can still detect how your mind is thinking about something. pupils frantically move around as you gulp down your saliva.

“we have to help them let go of this world. help them tether the connection here to let them rest.” you lean your head against his shoulder, his thumb rubbing softly on your dorsal as you let your legs stretch. seeing his feet beside yours reminds you of when you are children, sitting on the grass in the playground by your school, gazing at your friends who are dangling off the monkey bars or sliding down the slide. realizing the approximate time age of the kids that possessed the animatronics, you got reminded that they are also around your age. but because of what happened, they’re unable to grow up and live their life. instead, they’re stuck to a robot suit.

sunoo’s phone screen lights up both of your faces as he typed in all that you spoke to him about. your phone vibrates beside you—letting them talk about things as you collect your thoughts. you glance to see yuna using taeyoung’s phone saying their worries and how tragic all of this is.

“as much as i want to escape...” your eyes move to look at sunoo’s face as best as you can before he continues, “having second thoughts about what you’re saying and... yeah... they’re kids. those animatronics are kids who are frustrated and stuck.”

more vibration can be heard between both of your phones together as you let sunoo be your messenger, “i agree. we should help them rest- we should meet up and talk about it and also help convince them.”

you nodded your head, lifting and turning your head to him. a thin smile on your face as you stretch your wounded hand. “the security room is our best bet. right near all of us, correct?”

“yup...” he replied as he pushes himself, his hand outstretched to you to help you stand up as you gather your items—sunoo helping you put on your nearly breaking backpack. he handed you your pocket knife and you swiftly open it, seeing blood on the ridge as you look at your reflection; your blood. the makeshift mirror shows your wounded face as sunoo’s phone screen is shining the side, typing away to tell the other two to meet up at the security office.

ducking out of the hole of the safe room hidden in the depths of the cleaning closet, sunoo pushed the shelf from the door as you glance at your phone one last time before tucking it in your pocket.

04.00

the clicking of the door catches your attention as sunoo leads both of you. his head turning right, then left as before he jutted his head towards the right side as you move in front of him. he is still wearing his mask as his eyes turned towards the larger space as you move deeper into the hallway. ripped posters decorated the wall on one side, as the other is a window bordered up by planks from the outside. even with minimal lighting, you could see the open doorway at the end of the hall.

flicking turning left from a poster, you were met with an open office area. on one side is a cracking wall with a small bed for sleeping and cabinets you can assume are used for storing pieces of information—unless they’re eaten by termites. your flashlight turns to the other side, seeing a similar open doorway across from where you are before going to the left. the wall is covered with papers sticking onto the concrete: a large poster of the fabulous four animatronics dominates most of the wall before you move your spotlight to the side, coming across the structured map of the pizzeria. that is until you notice pictures of people right underneath it.

footsteps approaching you as you step closer to the desk, eyes gazing at the fan and old boxy computer desktop that is full of dust. sunoo entered the doorway you came in from before both of you were distracted for a few seconds by the sound of an open door on the other side. seeing the shadow of two people running as carefully as they entered the room. heaves of breath flowing between all of you as you give them a smile when they pull off their masks. yet, your sense still stay at the pictures as you stepped aside.

there are four different pictures in four different forms stuck onto a wall with staplers. shining closely at it, your hand pauses as you let the sound of sunoo explain the theory you two made. you let the flashlight shines on the pictures, colors fading along with the degrading paper. but features are smooth enough that you can examine them clearly. staring at the top of the papers, you identify a recognizable logo and its description.

these are missing person reports from the police. all of them are children.

scanning through the report, all of them has the same information on the last seen part.

‘Last seen at the local Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza.’

your hand reaches to pull them out, eyes looking closely as you can look at the sparks coming from the faulty and near-broken wiring, all connecting to one main switchboard with numerous other switches; divided into left and right for both lights and doors. recalling other than the exterior light, you could remember that the lights flicker back in the bathroom—electricity is still running through the building’s vicinity.

“guys...” you spoke and turn around. their flashlight shines their face ominously until you caught the two faces you hadn’t seen in the past hour. taeyoung has a bandage on his forehead while yuna has watering eyes, guessing it’s from the story that sunoo told them.

“aw (y/n)...” yuna sighed as you see her hand reaching for your bandage one. grimacing at her touch, you find taeyoung letting out a small smile while shaking your arm as carefully as to not hurt you more.

“i’ve told them the summary of our deduction and our idea to set them free.” sunoo said as you stood in front of them who are sitting on the bed.

“and we agree. they’re kids that are treated freaking unfairly by the world and they should deserve a rest. even thinking about it makes me so angry.” taeyoung spoke as you let out a snicker.

“thanks, guys. how did you two even survive in the kitchen, especially if it’s chica’s ‘place’?” you give an air quote.

“chica bangs on the kitchen door so much that we have to push the metal tables to both doors and sat in the middle of the kitchen so it couldn’t step inside. we also have the server hole that we used to peek outside at the animatronics.” yuna answered before noticing the paper you are holding in your other hand.

you give one of them for each of you as you let them read it through. you glance back at sunoo, his eyebrow folded from the information.

“they’re the children that possess this location’s animatronic,” you answered their unspoken question as you read the paper in your hand.

“in my hand is a report about junhao zhong. age 6 when he died. his parents described him as a child who is very active, especially running. the last time they see him, they remember him running around the tables in the dining area.” you read the information as briefly as possible, eyes lingering on the boy’s photo before you face the others.

yuna spoke after you, “her name is hanako yamamoto. she was 9 when she disappeared. in her description, it said that she likes freddy fazbear’s pizza a lot and that she could visit up to 4 or 5 times per week. she has a pretty chubby build to her because she loves eating.”

taeyoung leans his body forward and clears his throat, “this kid’s name is sei lee. she was 8. her parents describe her as a creative kid. likes to sing, likes to dance, likes to draw. one of her favorite past times here is drawing freddy and friends while they are on stage and meeting new friends.”

“and last but not least. we have kit murray. he is 11 when he died, the oldest of the bunch based on what each of you has told me. he is an avid freddy fazbear’s pizza fan. he had nearly all of his birthdays here after he became a big fan. he even spends the day after school here by himself or with his other friends. his favorite was bonnie based on this.” sunoo said as you look between them all, trying to figure out something that is stuck in your mind.

“what did you say about the girl?” you pointed towards yuna.

“hanako likes to eat-“

you snap your fingers as you contain your excitement at figuring something up, pointing towards the paper as you said with gritted teeth, “chica also likes to eat, right? it’s always in the kitchen most of the time.”

“right- wait. oh, shoot!” taeyoung’s face reflects yours as he also does the same gestures right at you.

“the girl is chica!” he exclaimed as quietly as possible as you nod your head. taeyoung seems to shake yuna’s body as he stares at him, speaking with his eyes to her as your mind is running everywhere on this.

“we could figure out which one of them is which...” sunoo cuts in as he stares at yuna’s shaken body by taeyoung before she then replied.

“taeyoung and i have been observing them so we can help with identifying their characteristics.”

“nice!” you emphasize the last syllable as you continue, “okay, about junhao being active-“

“foxy rounds around the room so much. he’s definitely the fox.” yuna jumps in as you see all of them nodding their head.

“now we only have kit and sei...” taeyoung mumbles as you tried to understand as best as you can. you want to assume kit is bonnie but you don’t expect afton will be that caring to have him reserved for his favorite character. your eyes glance at sunoo who is reading kit’s report.

“he’s 11...” he muttered. “and he loves freddy’s fazbear pizza. i’m just shooting it, but based on his age and his love for the franchise, he must’ve had great memories with it.”

“what are you saying, sun?” taeyoung asked, head tilted with curiosity.

“bonnie became aggressive after it looked at (y/n) wearing a bonnie mask. at first, i thought it was because the soul recognized the character masks match the same as who they are now but i was wearing a foxy mask and foxy stared right at me and he didn't become aggressive. it’s definitely more on the soul that is connected to the animatronic, not its system.” sunoo stood up as he turned towards you. you felt something warm on your covered hand as you find his hand in yours.

“11-year-olds are more developed, especially in relating to logic and action. him being the oldest helps because he could’ve figured out that the killer, william, wears a golden bonnie suit, especially since it’s his favorite character.”

“and that’s why he became aggressive when he looked at me. he thought i was him,” you mumbled, your memories return to the encounter you had with the animatronic. the eyes bonnie has: lifeless yet full of rage at the same time. he remembers the character that killed him.

“consensus says yes for kit is bonnie and sei is freddy.” taeyoung said as you all nodded.

“and we’ve seen freddy playing with its music box the whole time so it relates to her creativity too. but the thing is they’re more aggressive now knowing we're here.” yuna’s voice laced with resistance before continuing. “if we don’t act fast, they might actually notice that we’re here. so how can we do that?”

you glance at sunoo, his hand gripping yours carefully yet tight as he seems to understand what you’re guessing about.

“since the animatronics are made of metal and we can’t bury them or let them roam around other people.” you give sunoo’s hand a squeeze with yours.

“our only way to help them is to burn the building...”

05.00

it takes time for such a meticulous plan to be done in such an incomplete situation. and it took more than one hour to make the arrangements. yet, you persist and create the best plan all of you can conduct. you have your phone open as you are ready to click on the group call you are planning. your back against the desk, you gaze at your friends who are packing up their things. your eyes linger on your best friend for a beat too long. he had almost a pout that makes you want to giggle from the cuteness.

“remember, once i turn on the switchboard, the electricity will run to my area. there’s a chance that the animatronics will focus on me especially since i can control everything in the room. you all know your tasks, right?”

a chorus of agreement replies towards you as you gave them a nod before hugging them one by one. you smooth down taeyoung’s bandage on his forehead before giving him a pat on his shoulder as he lets go and leaves first. yuna is next as she hugs you tightly before she left for her task. your eyes landed on sunoo who has a stern facade on his face before it softens.

“you’re okay with leading the ship?” he asked as he reaches for your bandaged hand. the blood that seeps into the fabric has dry with leftover haemoglobins creating a maroon color.

“yeah...” you replied, falling out of your confidence as you stare at him. stepping closer, he interlocks both of your hands in his.

“listen, i-“ sunoo inhales before he continues. “if this doesn’t work or any of us are hurt by what we’re doing. i want to say that i care for you so much you don’t know how much. i was in tears while i was patching you up. you were bleeding so mu-“

you cut him off with a kiss on the corner of his lips, ending his monologue early as you glance back at him. letting go of his hand, you let yours trail up his arms before you held both of his shoulders, firming him up.

“i also care for you more than you think, sun. we’re gonna pin this, okay? it will work. you also plan this with every knowledge you know.” you pat his shoulders as he follows your nodding.

“okay, i’ll hear you on the call?”

“of course...” you replied as he retreated, stepping away to the door you came from as you turn towards the switchboard. the light of your phone screen is turned on and you can see the depleting battery. opening your group chat’s interface, you enter the group call—the only one inside as you waited for the rest to join in.

bracing yourself, you switch the main button on the switchboard and hear the buzzes fading in. the electricity now runs into the security office. the box screen turns on and the camera feeds show up, lights flickering on at the table and in the room, and even the fan turns on as it hums to create a solemn atmosphere if it isn’t for the sound of your friends entering the group call.

your eyes flicker to the screen as you watch the cathode-ray tube materials creating moving images of your locations throughout the night. with the joystick beside the switchboard, half of your screen focuses on one camera feed from the grid—no cameras in the kitchen or the supply closet. the feeds are black and white as you can only distinguish lights, items, and beings between each of the monochromatic spectrum.

“chica’s approaching you, taeyoung.” yuna speaks calmly in your talkie system when you pick up the sound of rummaging layers of walls from you. the sound becomes closer and closer as you turn the switch for the door to your right. it falls on the door frame, creating a thud as you glimpse at the switchboard bar right at the top, showing the amount of electricity left to be used.

pressing carefully on the lights button so you don't run the electricity out, you see chica’s silhouette from the small window by the side of the door. you hold your breath as the dark figure comes closer before it approaches the kitchen door, barging in with a loud noise. you could listen further from the call at the crackling sound of the animatronic trashing the kitchen for more pizza or food. that’s when you glance at one of the stages, seeing foxy’s head peeking out of the curtain.

“sun don’t step out no-“ you exclaimed as the animatronic ran to the side. with your swift reaction, you immediately close the door to your left and open the one on the right. you picked up scratches from the other side of the closed door as foxy shoves his face to the window.

“hi junhao...” you spoke as he pauses, seemingly realizing what you called him. the animatronic face moved back to its menacing phase as he continues staring at you. flickering the lights on the left. you catch him being distracted by the light and you behind the window. the correct moment for you to mumble, “you can move out now, sun. and watch out for bonnie. he’s by the stage.”

“got it...” the boy speaks as you distract foxy more. your sight goes back-to-back from the window and to the screen. in it, you see sunoo’s silhouette walking to the arcade area, ducking by the fallen and standing cabinets.

“i heard freddy’s music box. be careful, yuna!” said the boy as foxy’s moving away from the door, letting you open it to conserve energy. sunoo continues to duck as he looks behind him to meet foxy emerging from the hallway. the animatronic walks in a stance before he pronounces towards the stage, kicking anything that is on its way as it caught bonnie's attention. but not as long as you hope.

staring at the boxy monitor, you focus on the one by the hallway to the reception as freddy walks by the entrance before moving away. movements are there in the shadows. looking closely as you lean your body near the screen, yuna is hiding by the bench and fallen decorations, obscure by the darkness that is so grain-like to your eyes of the camera.

“(y/n), bonnie’s coming!”

you switched on both lights as you couldn’t guess where he comes from. the footsteps are too fade out as you decide to let the door close on both sides. feeling the rising panic internally as you flicker both lights, you jumped as half of bonnie’s body is visible by the window.

“you guys are in position?” you mumbled, focusing on the animatronic before you note the electricity that is depleting quick. a chorus of yes came in when you turn to bonnie once again. yet he stays there, standing idle. you tried to not do anything more on the switchboard other than letting the right door switch on.

“we gonna have to do this fast ‘cause the security office is depleting its energy fast. distract them towards me.”

your statement is then met by the sound of clicks and clanks from your call. on the screen, you look at freddy approaching the main hallway as chica’s laugh is followed—yuna steps out of the shadow as she creates something on the floor. the bear animatronic is approaching you fast as you yelled to get more of their attention; letting your plan go faster. sunoo gives a small glance at the camera he knows you are seeing as your shout makes each of the robot’s dangerous sides show once again.

you let them knock on the steel doors and you can see all your friends doing the plan. yuna is trailing along the papers and boxes she could as sunoo helps her as he pours out something out of one of the gallons that he brought. taeyoung is still not found as you can still hear the rummages in the kitchen.

your finger pads clench against your wounded palm, the pain is the constant reminder for you to stay awake and realistic. the knocking of the metal-on-metal is becoming more and more prominent even louder. you glance at both doors where you find dents forming on the barrier and screeching scratches all made into a cacophony to distract you.

“taeyoung, how are you doing?”

“almost there, don’t worry,” he replied.

yuna went out of the group call along with sunoo as they approach the tables, so your voice doesn’t distract them from doing their part and caught the giant machineries' attention.

“if you’re done, step out of the kitchen by the party rooms.”

taeyoung hums when you watch the energy bar decreases. two bars now becoming one as you are approaching your last 10%. you try not to panic, trusting your friends too much as you close and breathe as best as you can. the punching on the metal and impenetrable glass windows becomes background sound as you see that taeyoung is now outside of the group call from your small peek to your own screen.

your phone is hot in your hands as you turn the call off and pocket it. your backpack sways behind you as you peer at your friends outside from the boxy screen. taeyoung coming out from the kitchen doors farthest from you, a radiant light by him as the grey becomes lighter in the black and white feed. glancing at the electricity, you only have 2%. a few more seconds and your protection will be gone as the door will rise back to its inactive status; wide open.

the animatronic seems to notice it too as the lights inside the security office are flickering and the fan now turning off. each second passes and more electric appliances turn off. the monitor shuts down as you relay every last bit of the electric current so the doors can survive. you can survive.

in the deepest part of your heart, you might actually be ready for this; to succumb with the restaurant.

“HEY!”

a muffled shout pierced through the clanks as you watch them all turn towards the hallway and scurry away. their focus stayed on it as the doors slams up, exposing you. and in a beat, you run to the left side, seeing the emergency exit beside the stage.

heat spreads through the room as the animatronics gather at the center of the room. flame spreading fast as it all lits up any flammable material and substance it has on its way. you listened to harrowing screams coming from the center as the voice box machinery they have burned along with their metal bodies. they scream out of pain as they seem more alive than ever. you fast walk as you look at the abomination. bonnie’s eyes stare at you when you didn’t see any rage inside, but content.

“come on, (y/n)!” someone pulls you by your arm as you turn to face sunoo who is dragging you to the exit that is slowly going into flames. pushing the door open, you were met with the outside air after nearly six hours of staying inside. the sun peeks behind the trees at the east as the flame is ever so close to the door. sunoo pushes a big dumpster outside before you realize it and come to help, putting it to rest by the door as it's going to be harder for something inside to go out.

“the others are by the entrance.” sunoo with energy still going on surging in him, helps drag you as you run past the playground to meet yuna and taeyoung, who finished locking the lock to the main entrance. in the distance, you hear a honk. you all instantly run to it.

you couldn’t be happier to see a car.

“hey, losers! how is it-“ serim voice pitches up as his smug face turns to worry as you all approach the car.

“why is the building on fire-“

“GO NOW!” his little brother said as he sits shotgun. you’re back in your center seat between sunoo and yuna. serim presses down on the gas, the car lurching away as all four of you are panting. your eyes stared at the screen at the front as a radio fm plays an old 80s arena rock song. specifically on the clock at the top corner.

06.00

you felt your weight falling off your shoulders, letting you rest your head against sunoo’s beside yours. your hand in his as he brushes your skin.

“the hell was that? taeyoung?” serim questioned as you drive out of the forest to be met by the asphalt street, approaching society. the sun is now more visible as the car came out of the woods. it shines the new day and a new page for all of you.

yet all of you are too stunned to speak. you specifically can’t. your mind brought you back to the last eye contact you had with bonnie and the one pause you had with foxy when you mention his name. their aggressive machinery seems to cover their pain and sadness, especially with their young ages. but your eye contact with bonnie lingers as you view the content in his eyes. how he now knows what all of you are trying to do. to help them out. to set them free.

“it’s the electricity. the current is still on even with the old and broken cable and it created a fire in one of the rooms.” taeyoung mumbles, saying the explanation that you all suggest if serim or his dad asked what happened to the property. “i know we failed. it’s just getting to danger-“

“nah. i was about to call you to get you out,” serim asked, he glances behind from the rearview mirror. “all of you running to me makes my job easier. i thought all of you guys are asleep somewhere in the corner. and what the heck happened to your forehead?”

“he got hit by one of the doors.” sunoo lays out another lie to help cover it up. “the kitchen door is swingy and heavy even with the dust and trash inside.”

you all let the radio play the music as the car approaches your neighborhood, parking by the block corner that you also went to last midnight. stepping out of the car, you and sunoo let out small “thank you”s to serim and your farewell to your friends as you walk by the sidewalk, hand in hand.

yet your thoughts return to the moments before all of you begin the plan. sunoo’s sudden confession even in front of danger’s door, and you say the same to help him calm down. but you do. you care about him more than friends and you’re willing to try with him.

“we did it, right?” your voice rings between you two as sunoo giggles. you notice more soot and dust on both of his cheeks and how puffy his eyes become because of the lack of sleep.

“yeah... you have a lot of things on your mind...” you can’t help to let out a smile as he sees through you.

“it's... before you drag me away... i saw bonnie looking at me. i thought kit’s gonna attack me before i see his eyes. how at peace he is. how he’s telling me he is okay with his sight...” you watch both of your houses in your sight approaching closer.

“you did right. we all did. we help them rest peacefully.” sunoo reassured you as you approached the window you left. the gap is still there to let him open the window and for you to climb in. the bed is left a mess so that if anyone comes, both of you are still inside. seeing no difference, you let out a sigh as neither of sunoo’s parents seems to check on him before you let out a yawn.

sunoo plops down on his bed after pulling out his shoes as he opens his arm for you. your legs brought you to him as you lay down on the other side, grateful for the soft mattress he has.

“you knew i reciprocate your feelings, right?” eyes glancing at the boy.

he hums before speaking, “do we wanna do something about it?”

“i do but....” yawn came from you. “i need some sleep... and you too. you look so tired.”

he wraps his hand around your wrist before you move to let him hold you more.

“we should discuss after we get our deserving sleep,” he agreed, pulling the duvet so that it covers both of you.

you see the stack of cash on the table after taeyoung pulls it out. divided into four different stacks before he pushes to each three of you.

“thanks for making my brother broke, guys. he couldn’t even go clubbing anymore.” taeyoung said with a smirk on his face.

“anything to help your brother go a step away from alcohol poisoning.” yuna replied as you all giggled. the commotion in the cafeteria hall masked your conversation as all of you swiftly pluck one stack to be put into your bag.

“how’s the cut on your palm, bestie?” yuna nudges your shoulder with her own.

“it’s healing. i didn’t know it was that deep until i realize that it's because of me holding onto the blade while trying not to get my head chomped by bonnie.” you replied, turning it as trivial as ever as you don’t want the weight to get heavier. all of you spend your sunday healing up from the trip at the start of the day. no communication with each other as you tried to cope with each other, but you spend your time with sunoo instead.

it became more like an impromptu date as he asked you if you want lunch outside. knowing the change between you two’s relationship, you agree and you now see sunoo in a different light like he is towards you. locking your fingers seems to be the perfect pda for both of you who are very new to this.

“we shouldn’t ask (y/n) that.” taeyoung retorts. “we should ask about their date yesterday.”

the two giggle as you glance at sunoo who has his signature sassy look.

“it went well for us. we’re taking it real slow now,” sunoo said as you nod your head.

“that’s right. plus y’all have to change your mindset to always be our third and fourth wheels.” it’s now your and sunoo’s turn to snicker as the two jokingly roll their eyes.

the recess progressed as usual with a new light to it. the fact that all of you survive a dangerous situation. older you must think it’s stupid, to get paid for staying in a haunted place for six hours. but those six hours will stick in your mind for a long time now.

you let your eyes focus on your phone as you scroll down something on your timeline. the three’s conversation is becoming background sound that you could understand tiny bits. but your mind immediately mutes it as your eyes read the words that make you stop scrolling.

“guys...” your words cut through to their conversation as they all turn towards you.

“'the cult-favorite local pizzeria, freddy fazbear’s pizza, is planning to make a horror attraction called fazbear frights.’” you read and spoke the headline as you scroll down on the article, letting out a gasp as you continue.

“‘the owners of the attraction have salvaged and searched every remaining franchise to find animatronics for their attraction but only to find them torn apart or destroyed.'”

“that’s why dad is furious yesterday.” taeyoung exclaimed as he looks at all of you. “the fire makes the property cost plummet, especially with the pizzeria intact now burnt. he must’ve known that he could sell it again without cleaning it up.”

all of you hummed as you continue to scroll down and speak, “'fortunately, the owners already have one animatronic in their arsenal. an original animatronic dating back to years of history for the infamous restaurant chain.’”

“what animatronic?” sunoo exclaimed, meeting your stern eyes as you lift it up to look at your friends. your grip on the phone becomes so tight that you sag your shoulders to help you relax. gulping down your saliva, you finally say it.

“a golden bunny animatronic.”

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MARTIWIKIWI'S MACRO POST OF HER QUEER COMICS

I've been wanting to do this for a long time so not even sorry.

[2024] DEMON HUNTER HAGAN

Dark fantasy. Hagan knows the Church of Twilight has never been a safe space for him but after so many years serving faithfully the church, how is he supposed to escape from his past and start anew? All he knows is killing demons. Queer stuff: Hagan is sex-repulsed biromantic asexual and will talk about asexuality now and then. Chorus is his aromantic hetero bestie and there are two more queer characters to join the party yet. Free on Comicfury. On hiatus until 12th June.

[2023] QUEER DETECTIVES

Comedy. Short comic about a group of queer friends trying to solve the mystery of the missing queer books in the public library. Queer stuff: Selwyn is your monster fucker bisexual. Moon, also bi, asked him out like 5 times and got rejected every time. They are now besties. Beltane is super gay for Moon. Available on my Ko-fi in digital.

[2022] FOUND FAMILY

Fantasy slice of life. A compilation of four short comics about prince Fireopal and their queer family. Queer stuff: Everything. Look at them. Their mere existence is a threat to the system. Available on my Ko-fi in digital and printed.

[2021] ELLIS

Urban fantasy. A queerplatonic romance between a demisexual non-binary werewolf and a bisexual human who find themselves in an awkward situation when they both have a crush on the same unknown student. Queer stuff: Demi enby will think very hard of how is the romance they want only to conclude amatonormativity sucks so they'll make their own rules. In the meanwhile, bi boy will cry and paint a horrible oil painting of some flowers before becoming the best friend ever. Currently saving money for printing. You can read it for free on Comicfury.

Older stuff under the cut!

[2020] SLOW TENDER SAMHAIN STORY

Fantasy. A boy's love story of three lonely souls looking for a family. Queer stuff: One prince gay, his lil bi bro and his future bi husband. Available on my Ko-fi in digital and printed.

[2019] FIGHTING NIGHTMARES AND FEARS

Dark fantasy. A young cleric is devoted to fighting the system of a world ruled by violence and fear. There will be a lot of menstrual blood. Queer stuff: This is the most aromantic stuff you'll ever read because the main character couldn't care less about that shit. Also, both other characters are bisexual af. Free on Comicfury.

[2019] GREY SAMHAIN LOVE STORY

Fantasy. A story of a silly sorcerer and a sad cleric made during a certain drawing challenge that took place in October 2019. Queer stuff: The silly sorcerer is very bisexual and the sad cleric super gay. They'll go friends to enemies to lovers. Available on my Ko-fi in digital.

[2018] WINTER NIGHT

Dark fantasy. A story of a very unlucky child who tries his best to repair his own mistakes, but it means he will have to break the promise he made to his best friend. Queer stuff: This child is so trans they even transform into a werewolf. 70 pages free on Tumblr. Full comic on Ko-fi.

NOT ENOUGH? Well, here you have an archive with all the short comics I've been posting on Tumblr since 2015. You'll find from watercolour and ink tests to ideas I have for longer projects and short queer comics I made for pleasure but also rejected scripts from anthologies. Also fan comics and comics that did make it to anthologies.

Finally, all my comic work together in a post. Happy Pride!

#Marta Selusi #my art #oc #artists on tumblr #original comic #queer comics #comic archive #happy pride month

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deathstench · 11 months ago

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Formed ten years ago, DEATHSTENCH released three albums and many eps.. The "Massed in Black Shadow" album was a great obscure and dangerous one..The crown of their sacrifice was their collaboration with Bon Masters Phurpa. John Paul Whetzel and Darea Plantin spells behind this interview.

“Blood Moon Divination” was your latest release. It was released in a limited amount of copies and only in Tape format. Why this choice?

We have always preferred analog releases. We view physical copies as something that should be appreciated.. Let's face it, it's the 21st century, and people do most of their listening through some sort of streaming service. If they like it, they most likely pirate it. We understand this; Our physical releases are intentionally designed for coveting.

We put a great deal of energy into each release. In our past special editions, we have included ritual accouterments that correspond with each album, such as shards of human bone and incense we made specifically for the intent to conjure with the dead.

You have released three albums. Please tell us the concept behind each one and the process of the recordings…Each release turns out to more noisy and dark forms..

To be precise it's four albums, and numerous collaborations and splits. Our releases are not in any sort of chronological order, from conception to the final product takes its own time dependant upon the haste of that particular record label. We record basically the same for each album, building upon a structured theme. Our music is built on layers of sounds from instruments, traditional and otherwise, that we record with either handheld devices or microphones connected to an audio interface which we use to record our percussion and amps.

Each track on "Blood Moon Divination" is an audial ritual recorded and released during each specific Blood Moon in the tetrad cycle of blood moon eclipses of 2014-2015. Through that span of time, these celestial vibrations were available as they were being released on several streaming platforms, including Black Metal and Brews and Repartiseraren. A tetrad of lunar eclipses is extremely uncommon. This was only the eighth of such cycles in over two thousand years. We compiled them together for a physical album that we chose to release during the first exclusive total solar eclipse the United States had seen in over two hundred years. Eclipses, both solar and lunar, are considered to be very inauspicious events throughout the world. As an omen of war, the Talmud regards "If the face of the moon is as red as blood it is a sign that the sword is coming to the world."

"N.O.X." is a transcendent four track journey that starts out violently with the lo-fi black metal track OXEX DAZIS SIATRIS, Enochian for "Vomiting The Head of Scorpions" and slowly transforms itself into a less chaotic discord that concludes with the meditative piece "Mysterivm Tremendvm". N.O.X. or "The Night of Pan", is a mystical state that represents the stage of ego-death in the process of spiritual attainment. The Greek word Pan also translates as All, as he is a symbol of the Universal, a personification of Nature; both Pangenetor, "all-begetter," and Panphage, "all-devourer". Pan is both the giver and the taker of life, and his Night is that time of symbolic death where the adept experiences unification with the All through the ecstatic destruction of the ego-self. In a more general sense, it is the state where one transcends all limitations and experiences oneness with the universe.

"Nekro Blood Ritual", our second album, was designed specifically for its cassette release and is broken into two sections: Conjuration Rites and Burial Evocation. This album focuses on conjuring the dead and the desecration of human remains. This is by far our most atmospheric album; most of the tracks are rely heavily on field recordings and stygian synthesizers to evoke the abject darkness. These songs are reminiscent to the "Incantations in Dead Tongues" era of our work. There are only two conventional (for use of a better term) songs on this album, "Nekrobloodritual" and "Desecrating The Host" the latter being a harsh black funeral doom dirge for the departed.

In our debut album, "Massed in Black Shadow" we utilize all of our influences through the years. Incorporating elements of death industrial, dark ambient, doom, and black metal, and hideously transforming and conjoining them into a writhing mass of absolute filth, a sound truly all our own. The final track, titled “Bastards of the Black Flame” can be considered a motto to us, as it is exactly who we are. The byproducts of an unholy union between some of the most violent forms of music, in both sound and ideologies.

DEATHSTENCH collaborated with Phurpa. How did this Union take form? Are you interested in the theory of empiricism in Bon Religion?

In 2012 Alexei Tegin had discovered our music from our debut album and contacted us. Both Phurpa and ourselves operate with the same meditative qualities regarding our music. Although our sound derives from different spectrums, they coalesce quite vividly. "Evoking Shadows of Death" fuses our ultrasonic vibrations and harsh atmospheres with the harmonious chants and deep, droning reverberations of their tantric voice. These two tracks are designed to help the chod practitioner tap the power of fear. This transformation does not fall spontaneously, as grace, upon the listener: the practitioner must engage in the process. One must take steps to transmute through the aural plane and, through a process in which they must actively participate, requiring utmost concentration and mental stamina. This mystical experience is achieved, not bestowed.

Empirical reasoning has no place in esoteric practices and the occult. These objects are neither phenomena (empiricism) nor human constructs imposed upon the phenomena (idealism), but real structures which endure and operate independently of our knowledge, our experience and the conditions which allow us access to them. Some things cannot be reduced down to empirical measurements.

Thanatology and satanism are your basic influences. How do you define satanism and how death in your personal path?

Deathlore has always intrigued the both of us. There is absolutely nothing more final than Death. Every single one of us will die, as Death does not discriminate. Dying, death and how human beings respond to the inevitability of their mortality and cope with the reality of loss can be viewed from a wide range of perspectives. Our intent has never been to elaborate on our practices or rituals to any audience. Even the altars we allow you to see are set up specifically for public viewing. While they are still symbolic of what we would normally produce for our own rituals, the intent isn't there. It's merely superficial. Our personal altars and rituals will always remain clandestine, as all witchcraft should be.

“Those who know do not speak. Those who speak do not know.” ― Lao Tzu

I would like to hear your thoughts and if you are into the systems of O.N.A & Temple of the Black Light in theory and praxis as Traditional satanic approach you unveil through your works . Satanism is such an elaborate construct; Atheistic, LaVeyan, theistic, there are so many paths. Satan has always been symbolic with the quest for Knowledge, of opposition to arbitrary authority, forever defending personal sovereignty even in the face of insurmountable odds. Our path cannot be defined by one simple ideology.

We have absolutely no affiliation with these groups.

Does DEATHSTENCH ever perform live?

We are very selective in our live performances. The last show was in Portland, Oregon way back in 2015 when we opened up for MGLA, Weregoat, and Sempiternal Dusk. Alan Dubin (of Gnaw, Khanate) and Billy Anderson, whom we have long collaborated with, did a sort of dueling vocals approach to our fifteen-minute audial assault on an beyond-capacity crowd. This show was recorded by Mateo from Greysun Records who also released it on his label in 2018.

Necromancy is an Old Art Like Time.Ancient Greece had deep roots also in this Subject. Are you familiar with the Ancient Greek Mysteries?

Yes, we are familiar with some of the Chthonic mysteries highlighting mortality and the briefness of life, and the spirits of the blessed dead. Though, like most true paths of esoteric knowledge, not much is truly known about the intricacies of these rituals, having been sworn to secrecy and then lost to the Sands of Time. It has been suggested that communicants would drink Kykeon infused with the psychotropic fungus ergot which helped the initiate to reach a fuller understanding of their purpose in life and to shed their fear of death and this, then, heightened the experience and helped transform the initiate. The same can be said of the Huichol in Mexico, who eat peyote at the completion of long arduous pilgrimages in order that they may experience in the journey of the soul of the dead to the underworld. Death worship and eschatology are celebrated by all cultures throughout time, most with the use of hallucinogens.

I would like to hear your thoughts on these words: “This being true for the ordinary Universe, that all sense-impressions are dependent on changes in the brain we must include illusions, which are after all sense-impressions as much as “realities” are, in the class of “phenomena dependent on brain-changes.” ― S.L. MacGregor Mathers, Goetia the Lesser Key of Solomon the King: Lemegeton, Book 1 Clavicula Salomonis Regis

In contemporary education, the emphasis has been on the psychomotor and the cognitive, namely reading, writing, and arithmetic, at the expense of the affective, namely, the emotions, the sensual, the intuitive, and the imaginative. Priority has been assigned to the verbal-intellectual skills. Anything else tends to be shelved or boxed and put away as ephemeral, esoteric, or mystical, each of these terms being used in a pejorative sense.

Consider for a moment the human sensory system. To the scientific mind, the senses are perceived to act as a kind of data-reduction system. The problem with this concept of the senses is that we do not respond to all that is potential sensory input. Perception is quite a selective process, attending to only a small fraction of so-called reality.

To some extent, scientist or artist, everything we perceive is "illusory," since to perceive anything at all we must use our imaginative capacity for fantasy.

What can we expect from DEATHSTENCH in the near future?

We have a few albums waiting in the shadows including collaborations with Sektor 304 and LINEKRAFT, as well as another full-length album incorporating both Billy Anderson and Alan Dubin. Time is relative, and there are no promises as to when any of these releases will see the light of day.

#DEATHSTENCH #zazen sounds #dark experimental art #ritualistic expression #dark ambient #esoteric black metal #death worship #audial witchcraft #occult black ambient #ritual music #death industrial #death ambient #black ambient #ritual ambient #occult magazine #indie zine #metal zine #band interview

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#HARPERSMOVIECOLLECTION

2024 MOVIE LIST

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1. X (2022)

2. The Adventures Of Robin Hood (1938)

3. The Umbrellas Of Cherbourg (1964)

4. One Armed Boxer (1972)

5. Master Of The Flying Guillotine (1976)

6. Road House (1989)

7. Asteroid City (2023)

8.Mission Impossible (1996)

9. Strawberry Mansion (2021)

10. Event Horizon (1997)

11. Septic Man (2013)

12. The Punisher (1989)

13. Dragonslayer (1981)

14. Sweet Home (1989)

15. Stephen King's The Night Flier (1997)

JOHN CARPENTER MARATHON

16. John Carpenter's Vampires (1998)

17. John Carpenter's Prince Of Darkness (1987)

18. Dark Star (1974)

19. Geostorm (2017)

20. Q: The Winged Serpent (1982)

21. Suitable Flesh (2023)

22. Saltburn (2023)

23. Videodrome (1983)

24. Short film triple feature

•Rabbits Moon (1972)

•Premonitions Following An Evil

Deed (1995)

•Curve (2016)

25. Strangers On A Train (1951)

26. Hardcore Henry (2015)

27. Alligator (1980)

28. Who's Afraid Of Virginia Wolf (1966)

29. Mindwarp (1992)

30. Severed Ties (1992)

31. The Killing Of A Sacred Deer (2017)

32. The Wolf House (2018)

33. Kuso (2017)

STEPHEN KING THEATRICAL MOVIE WEEK

34. Needful Things (1993)

35. The Dark Half (1993)

35. Creepshow (1982)

STEPHEN KING TV WEEK

36. The Tommyknockers (1993)

37. Quicksilver Highway (1997)

38. Storm Of The Century (1999)

39. Dream Scenario (2023)

40. Lawrence Of Arabia (1962)

41. Dark City (1998)

FUCKED UP MOVIE WEEK

42. Ichi The Killer (2001)

43. We Are The Flesh (2016)

42. Possession (1981)

43. Messiah Of Evil (1973)

44. Double Impact (1991)

45. The Mask (1994)

DAVID LYNCH WEEK

46. The Grandmother (1969)

47. Blue Velvet (1986)

48. Inland Empire (2006)

49. Late Night With The Devil (2023)

50. Alone In The Dark (1982)

51. In A Glass Cage (1986)

52. Thriller: A Cruel Picture (1973)

53. Death Proof (2007)

54. Night Of The Comet (1984)

RUTGER HAUER DOUBLE FEATURE

55. Surviving The Game (1994)

56. Flesh+Blood (1985)

57. After Blue (2021)

58. Dunkirk (2017)

59. Mortal Kombat (1995)

60. Barfly (1987)

61. The Innkeepers (2001)

62. Deathdream (1974)

63. Piranha (1978)

QUEER HORROR WEEK

64. Interview With The Vampire (1994)

65. Knife+Heart (2018)

66. Cat People (1942)

67. High Plains Drifter (1973)

68. Dr. Caligari (1989)

69. Max Headroom: 20 Minutes Into The Future (1985)

70. Southern Comfort (1981)

71. Curse 2: The Bite (1989)

72. Liquid Sky (1982)

73. Runaway Train (1985)

74. Logan's Run (1976)

75. A Face In The Crowd (1957)

1980's COMEDY WEEK

76. The Naked Gun (1988)

77. Better Off Dead (1985)

79. Vibes (1988)

PHANTASM SEQUEL WEEK

80. Phantasm 3: Lord Of The Dead (1994)

81. Phantasm 4: Oblivion (1998)

82. Phantasm 5: Ravager (2016)

83. Stopmotion (2023)

84. Men (2022)

85. She Is Conann (2023)

86. The City Of Lost Children (1994)

87. Etheria Film Night (2024)

88. Doom Asylum (1987)

89. Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016)

90. The Sadness (2021)

91. Jaws (1975)

92. Deadpool & Wolverine (2024)

93. Alien: Romulus (2024)

94. CRITTERS FOUR IN ONE REVIEW

•Critters 2: The Main Course (1988)

•Critters 3 (1991)

•Critters 4 (1992)

•Critters Attack (2019)

95. Poor Things (2023)

96. The Masque Of The Red Death (1964)

97. The Hudsucker Proxy (1994)

98. Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga (2024)

99. Cemetery Man (1994)

100. War Of The Gargantuas (1966)

101. Kinds Of Kindness (2024)

102. Man Bites Dog (1992)

103. An American Werewolf In London (1981)

MAD MAX MARATHON

104. Mad Max (1979)

105. Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior (1981)

106. Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome (1985)

107. Longlegs (2024)

108. In A Violent Nature (2024)

109. Sleepwalkers (1992)

110. Black Moon (1975)

111. Only Lovers Left Alive (2013)

112. American Mary (2012)

113. Dracula (1931)

114. Riki-Oh: The Story Of Ricky (1991)

115. Castle Freak (1995)

116. Miller's Crossing (1990)

117. Night Of The Creeps (1986)

118. On The Waterfront (1954)

BONUS FILM

119. Hundreds Of Beavers (2022)

112. Crimes Of The Future (1970)

121. Dark Night Of The Scarecrow (1981)

122. Nosferatu (1920)

123. The Thief Of Bagdad (1924)

124. Ghosts Of Mars (2001)

125. Hellraiser (1987)

126. High Sierra (1941)

127. Phantasm (1979)

128. Cannibal Apocalypse (1980)

129. I, Tonya (2017)

130. The Long Good Friday (1980)

131. Nosferatu (2024)

132. The Substance (2024)

FINAL MOVIE OF 2024

133. Hour Of The Wolf (1968)

#2024 movie list #HARPERSMOVIECOLLECTION2024

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supreme-leader-stoat · 1 year ago

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Hey way back you said something about a "blood moons" thing while talking about religious crackpot theorys but didn't elaborate on it. Could you give a run down on it now?

Ah yes I think I vaguely remember talking about this back when the three days of darkness post was going around. Tl;dr there's a superstition that's wormed its way into certain Christian circles that four lunar eclipses occurring in a single year is an omen of tragedy followed by good fortune (or the second coming depending on how hard they lean into it). Which is just, y'know. Bald-faced astrology, but whatever. The closest thing to a scriptural justification for any of this is Revelations 6:12 btw, and it's such a reach that I'm surprised Mark Blitz didn't dislocate his shoulder making it. I know all of this because my grandma very earnestly tried to sell me on it back in 2015; she had a pamphlet and everything.

#Mark Blitz is also weirdly obsessed with trying to astrologically predict the future of the State of Israel #but as near as I can tell the blood moon stuff got away from him so now the Israel stuff is kind of tangential to the widespread form of it #christianity

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Teen Wolf V&B AU thots??? I mean I guess Visenya and Baelon aren't stranger names than *Stiles* right?

My Teen Wolf fangirl circa 2015 is coming out full force right now you have no idea. This is very haphazard because I wrote it in a fugue state after not sleeping for like two days, so if it isn’t coherent in certain places—my bad!

The Targaryen pack are old money werewolves, and I mean old money. They’ve got a deep handhold on basically the entirety of the East Coast and a little into the Southern states, and they don’t really do outsiders. Werewolf royalty across the country from the Hales, and they have the same gift of shifting fully.

They used to, anyway. Viserys’s father could and his brother, and his cousin can, but the transition of power was a little messy in his generation and he somehow lost it when he became Alpha. A frowning of their magic on his theft, Visenya thinks when she’s older.

His daughters do, though. Visenya small and quick, black-furred and green-eyed, and Rhaenyra such a pretty golden color that she almost seems to glow with it.

When Aemma dies—we’ll say hunters when Visenya is a baby, and it happens because she gets shot with an arrow and Viserys won’t go back for her—Viserys remarries. Not within his own pack, but a girl born from a smaller, neighboring pack who just happened to not have inherited the werewolf gene.

Rhaenyra is, justifiably, horrified. Alicent is barely any older than her—we’ll put her at 20? 21?

And then come the Targtowers, who all four shift just as the Targaryens always have but have their mother’s mouth and their mother’s fears.

Now, the unspoken assumption until then is that Rhaenyra will be Alpha when Viserys dies. But as the kids get older, it becomes pretty clear that Visenya is firmly on her big sister’s side but Alicent wants her kids to inherit. It’s a big thing, and it makes all the Betas uneasy, but Viserys doesn’t even notice.

It isn’t the fact that Jace and Luke are bastards born of adultery that raises everybody’s hackles, it’s the fact that their dad is human. Harwin Strong is a nice guy, he helps Rhaenyra when her car breaks down and asks for her number, and she knows she should say no because Targaryens don’t associate with humans except when strictly necessary, but come on. He’s huge and he smells nice and he’s very sweet and his heartbeat speeds up just from her holding his hand, how does she say no to that?

She marries him. Of course, she marries him, she wants to, he makes her happy, and her father swallows it but Alicent doesn’t.

Especially when, during the first full moon he turns, Luke takes out Aemond’s eye.

Rhaenyra’s argument is that, well, one, Aemond is five years older and has control of himself, what was he even doing with wolves who didn’t, and, two, it will heal! It will take years, granted, but it will.

Visenya, snapping and snarling beside her, clearly agrees. So does Viserys.

Alicent gets even more frustrated, and she’s terrified Rhaenyra as Alpha will kill off all her siblings to prevent them coming after her—or Viserys’s first Beta, a mean thing named Daemon who is his brother in all but blood, will do it for her.

And when Viserys is shot with a wolfsbane bullet (hunters, hunters, they insist, but the sniper’s eyes are Hightower green and they burn beta blue when the trigger is pulled) during the pack’s full moon run, when they get him home and in bed, the emissary says they weren’t fast enough.

Most of the pack is still in the woods. There’s too many of them to all run exactly together, but Rhaenyra is dancing about as Visenya helps her nip at the boys to keep them in line, the four of them frolicking and happy, and it hits them all at once.

The woods fill with werewolves screaming, as pack bonds rend and tear and break, as Aegon heeds his mother’s cries and slashes his father’s throat.

Daemon finds them in the woods, the sisters shifted back and keening, ripping at their hair, because he was not much of a father but he was still their alpha. The magic is tearing, the wolves of them are tearing apart.

“He’s going to kill you,” he says, and Visenya has always known his eyes as beta blue. She’s never seen them gold, never seen him innocent, and she worries for a moment. Worries over who he really is, this big man towering over them, who looks at her sister with such odd reverence. “We have to get you out of here.”

“Or kill him,” Rhaenyra says, and Visenya growls.

She doesn’t mean to. Can’t help herself.

But they are her brothers, her sister, and she loves them. She held Daeron’s hand the first time he shifted, that beautiful coppery wolf with the shining blue eyes, and she watched Aemond weep the first few years when all he could manage was a half state. He’d figured it out when Luke took his eye out, a gray beast huge and hulking, unnatural for such a little boy. She’s held Aegon through tears and nightmares, he’s only barely fifteen, and Helaena is her soul in the body of a fourteen year old girl.

“Only if you think you can kill them all at once,” Daemon says, even as Rhaenyra’s head snaps around with gold eyes to force Visenya into silence. “And how many stand with you? How many won’t, when you…”

He trails off. Looks at the boys.

Sullied the line with human’s blood, hangs between them.

This is no life with crowns and dragons, no life where the factions can kid themselves over a peaceful change without spilling blood. That isn’t the way of wolves. Rhaenyra Targaryen is no fool, to risk her sons and sister and self for red eyes and too much power.

“There’s nowhere for us to go,” she says. “Who will risk Targaryen wrath to take us in? Even the Starks are not so mad.”

“The Hales never feared Targaryen wrath,” Daemon says, head cocked, and Rhaenyra goes quiet. “The Hale boy’s lost the red in his eyes, but there’s an alpha roaming Hale territory all the same. A True Alpha.”

Word spreads quickly among wolves, and Visenya’s heard of Scott McCall. Heard of Deucalion and Kali and Ennis and the twins, the Alphas who came for him and failed. His odd pack of creatures and humans.

“Will they chase us?” Visenya asks, softly.

“Aegon would not turn you away,” Rhaenyra says, which is true, and the silent question is one that makes her bare her teeth.

“I go where you go,” Visenya answers, and the last of it pulls from her. The connection. The belonging. The last remnant is a forlorn clinging from Helaena, a silent beseeching, and then that is gone too.

She loves them, but, in this life, to leave them is safer for them all than to stay.

There is only Rhaenyra now, Jace and Luke. A thin, hesitant thread to Daemon, who smiles.

“They’ll only chase until they know you don’t mean to come back,” Daemon says. “Until word reaches that you’ve bowed head to Scott McCall.”

“Will he take us?” Jace asks, fretful and unsure, and Visenya coils an arm around him.

“Four golden-eyed betas who shift to wolves?” she asks, gentle, as if he is ten instead of fifteen. “He’d be a fool otherwise.”

When they reach Beacon Hills, Visenya and Rhaenyra’s eyes have gone blue. Daemon is pleased with them, makes sure to tell them often, but Visenya cannot stop thinking about them. The betas in wait on Rhaenyra’s front stoop when they went to fetch Harwin, the way they screamed when the she-wolves bit.

They find a house in Beacon Hills, quiet and safe, and they wait a few days. Under normal circumstances, werewolves entering another’s territory would be met with some kind of messenger, if not a direct attack, but Scott McCall doesn’t seem to realize that.

Rhaenyra sends Visenya to high school, for the first time in her life, and she goes looking for the young bitten Alpha that doesn’t know the ways of his kind.

She finds him in a history class, sat in front of a human boy and behind a wolf who must be his beta.

The beta boy notices her first, and she grins at him. Bright, bright, bright, and flashes her eyes blue.

His blaze gold, and he blinks them roughly away.

Tall and lean, all his features sharp and his human eyes so bright a blue they almost hurt to look at. A mess of dirty blonde hair, stubble on his cheeks even though he can’t be more than seventeen.

She wants, suddenly, to bite him until he’s thrashing.

He’s looking at her like he wants to bite back.

The class ends, and she finds all three in an empty classroom. They’re speaking to each other quietly, about nightmares and hallucinations and beacons, and then the beta nudges his alpha and jerks his chin towards her.

“You’ve stirred up the world, Scott McCall,” she says, shutting the door behind her. “Half the wolves think you’re a myth and the others wish you were.”

“Which are you?” he asks, studying her. Hesitant. She wonders what odd things they’ve been through, Scott McCall and his strange pack. He’s on the floor with bloody hands, so she can’t imagine anything good.

“The kind that needs asylum.”

He asks, and she tells him. The human boy doesn’t trust her, it’s immediate, and he fully interrupts to point a finger at her and demand, “Baelon says your eyes are blue. Why?”

“Because my brother sent men to kill my sister,” she says, sweetly, “and we ripped out their throats.”

His name was Arryk, the one she killed. He taught her to drive. He let her out of her chains, those first few full moons, and brought her water and a sandwich. His brother used to help snap her bones back into place when she broke them leaping off the roof.

The beta boy makes a soft sound, and she glances at him. Valyrian name, like hers, though Valyria has been gone eight hundred years or more. He doesn’t look Valyrian, not really, except for the faint suggestion at the curve of his mouth and the tilt of his nose.

“We don’t kill,” Scott McCall says, and he has the gall to sound reproachful.

“If I’d had a choice,” she says, contemptuously, “I wouldn’t have either. But it was kill him or watch my sister and her sons get torn to pieces.”

“It’s not always black and white, Scott,” Baelon says, but both Scott and the human look doubtful.

“Your turn,” she prompts. “Beacon? Nightmares?”

“Eavesdropping,” Baelon accuses, and she winks at him. His heartbeat kicks.

“Not eavesdropping if you don’t bother being quiet.”

They tell her, and she knows bits are left out. But she learns about the beginning, about Peter Hale who bit Scott and Derek Hale who bit Baelon, about a boy named Jackson with scales. About a huntress and a banshee and another werewolf called Isaac somewhere in the school and the three boys looking at her. About a dark druid and an ice bath and a door they kicked open.

“And now you’re all losing it,” she says, fascinated, and then shrugs. “I can’t help the squirrelly one”—Stiles sputters—“or the huntress, but you not being able to control yourself is easy.”

“Easy?” Scott repeats, amused, and she shrugs.

“Nyra’s been preparing to be an alpha her entire life. She can show you how.”

“If he takes you in,” Baelon finishes, drily, and she holds her hands up innocently.

“Four full shifters isn’t a bad deal, Scott McCall, and Daemon isn’t awful either.”

“Heartbeat,” Scott says, eyebrows raising, and she sighs.

“I personally think he’s an asshole.”

This seems to endear her to Stiles, who nods somberly. “We have one like that.”

As it turns out, he means Baelon’s brother. Isaac Lahey smiles at her, hesitant, and then flushes a little when she smiles back.

“Baelon and Isaac,” she muses. “Odd difference.”

“His name’s Aethan Isaac,” Baelon says, drily. “Our older brother was Valarr Camden.”

Was, she notices, but she doesn’t ask.

“You don’t follow the middle name trend?”

“I would if it wasn’t Ezekiel,” he said, wryly, and he looks at her like she’s glowing when she laughs.

She likes Scott’s pack, for the most part.

Lydia Martin is smart and has a razor sharp tongue, and she’s pretty in a way that dazes her a little. She likes Visenya’s jacket, asks her if it’s thrifted, and Visenya says yes instead of explaining she stole it from her sister and can’t bear to stop wearing it because it still smells like Helaena. If the wolves notice her lie, they don’t call her out on it.

Isaac is, as Stiles said, a bit of an asshole, but it’s in a drily funny sort of way. He’s sweet underneath it, she can tell, and he always looks at Baelon when he finishes talking—like he’s checking to see if he approves of whatever he said. Baelon always smiles back.

(“I spent most of my childhood locked in a freezer” he says, to Stiles’s consternation, and no one else reacts to it so Visenya doesn’t either. She looks beside her to Baelon, though, who only looks back like he’s daring her to ask.

Months later, she does. “The only reason my eyes aren’t blue,” he says, teeth bared, eyes glowing, “is because Jackson got there first.”)

She likes Scott, too, mostly. He’s too worried about morality, she thinks, for a boy who lives in a world of magic and shades of gray. Then, she supposes that’s why he’s the true alpha instead of her. But he’s kind, and he loves the cluster surrounding him, and, she thinks, if she and Nyra play their cards right…she can get him to love them, too.

Stiles reminds her of Daeron. Hyper and clever and a little odd, loyal to a fault. There’s something funny about an alpha wolf having a human guard dog, but she doesn’t make the joke. He smells…exhausted, though, faintly sour, and his emotions are delayed. He feels faster than his scent can keep up with.

She’s not a fan of Allison. She doesn’t care if she’s redeemed, doesn’t care if she’s changed. There’s something off about her, something wrong, and she doesn’t think a hunter can ever really be trusted.

(It’s Baelon who hates her, Baelon who doesn’t trust her, Baelon who wants to tear her into pieces. It’s in his smell and the way he holds himself, his eyes burning with memories of his brother slashed and bleeding.

Visenya feels it without realizing she feels it, and it twists into her just as strongly. Neither of them notice then. Neither of them understand it later. But it’s how they are, always, in every life and every way. Tangled with each other, thoughts and hearts and minds.)

She brings Scott home to Nyra, and he looks in wonder at the pile of fur atop Harwin—asleep, sprawled on the couch, some old war movie playing quietly on the TV. Little heads pop up over the back of the couch at the sound of their entrance, Luke’s white and Jace’s a thousand different shades of gray in one.

“Go put clothes on,” she tells them, running a fond hand behind each of their ears, and Jace nips at her fingertips and then immediately cowers when she snaps her teeth back. “Play later. Go.”

Scott watches them disappear up the stairs, watches in even more interest when two dark-haired boys come tumbling back down. Jace didn’t bother with a shirt, and Luke’s only in one of Harwin’s shirts that fits him like a dress, and they circle Scott with wide eyes.

“Young for an alpha,” Luke accuses, all of eight years old, and Visenya smacks him gently in the back of the head.

“Where’s Nyra?”

Nyra and Scott go onto the back porch, leaving Visenya and the boys and a newly awakened Harwin in the kitchen. Daemon’s gotten a job as a mechanic in town, blissfully absent, and she delights in the silence.

She watches them out the window. Knows already what Nyra is begging for. Safety. Protection. Pack, family. Home.

Scott looks through the window just as Luke crawls into Visenya’s lap, his eyes lingering on the little boy chattering in her arms, and he looks back to her sister and says, “yes.”

Not much changes, really, once Scott McCall decides they can stay. He doesn’t call on children, naturally, and he says Daemon reminds him of Peter; he doesn’t reach out to him, either. But he talks to Rhaenyra, often enough. About wolves and what being an alpha means, about what she learned at her father’s knee.

Not like Derek, meant to be his sister’s second. Rhaenyra was born for this.

Still, it’s not pack like it was back home. Not for Nyra and Daemon and the boys. Scott’s cloak of protection, the claiming of them, is enough to halt the wolves still following them, but it’s only a technicality. A kindness. He doesn’t really see them as his, and they don’t see him as theirs.

Jace does, eventually, and Luke when he’s older, but Visenya…Visenya feels like the McCall pack is right where she’s supposed to be.

Visenya keeps going to human school, and she slips seamlessly into a space that Scott and his pack didn’t think was empty. It enrages the twins, trying so hard to find their place, all but groveling for it—to see her accepted, her family accepted, drives them half insane.

But nothing stays boring in Beacon Hills.

There’s a coyote girl trapped in the woods, and Scott brings them to hunt her. He doesn’t like the phrasing, but that’s what they’re doing so that’s what she calls it. They’re not used to wolves, yet, not whole ones, and Stiles reaches out to scratch behind her ears without even asking first.

He pauses at her incredulous look, then continues when she only huffs and tilts her head.

Scott’s roar hits her so hard that she shifts back, one moment prancing anxiously around Isaac as Baelon and Allison attempt to get him free of the bear trap. She hears him ripping it off his leg like it’s through cotton, too busy writhing back into herself.

Viserys never had a pull like that, one strong enough to force her back into herself. It leaves her trembling and a little gobsmacked, and she doesn’t even realize she’s naked in the woods until Baelon’s handing her his shirt and turning his blushing face towards the sky.

Things don’t calm down much after that.

Baelon takes to tossing pebbles at her window at night, ignoring her when she teases him for being a walking 80’s romcom character. It’s sweet, though, the sight of him grinning up at her from the grass, the way he catches her when she jumps down and spins her a little before he lets her stand.

They walk to nowhere, gas station slushies and a bag of gummy LifeSavers. They bicker over the red ones, but he always ends up letting her have them in the end. It’s nice. It’s strange. Sometimes she forgets she’s only known him a little while.

It’s on one of these walks that the power blacks out, that they come out of the shadows, silver faces and glowing pits for eyes, and she gets flung into the side of a building when they catch Baelon by the throat.

They go for Isaac when they disappear, afterwards, but neither of them know that yet.

Kira’s abducted by a madman, catches electricity in her hands, and Visenya sees something glowing and bold around her if she looks at the other girl with her real eyes. Nyra would know, probably, but Nyra seems so much lighter these days that she almost can’t bear to involve her more than she absolutely has to.

She just refuses to ask Daemon.

Isaac, who is peculiarly close to the Argents considering that Allison tried to kill him, says Chris knows what the demons are. He says it while attempting to wriggle out of Baelon’s arms, a false exasperation on his face as his brother frantically checks him all over for some sign that he’s worse than he seems.

She sees past it, the quietly pleased way Isaac relaxes when Baelon’s hands twist his head this way and that, how half-heartedly he pulls away, the subtle way he’s checking Baelon, too.

Isaac finds a symbol behind Baelon’s ear, a reversed 5, and the same one is marked behind his. She watches as they press their fingers to each other’s marks, anxiety suddenly so thick she gags on it.

The Lahey brothers still haven’t quite recovered from the years when all they had was each other, she thinks.

(It was better-worse when they were little, when they both fit in the freezer. Worse because both of them were trapped, better because they could clasp hands in the dark and whisper stories. Not alone.

Then, they got bigger, too big, and it was only a race to see who got the belt and who got the dark. They preferred the belt. The belt ended, eventually, when he got tired, but he could leave them in the freezer for hours, for days.

Isaac would do anything for the belt instead of the basement, and it worked out well because Baelon would do anything to keep Isaac out of the freezer. He rationalized that he’s older, even if only by ten months, that it’s his job, and so he did whatever he needed to do.

When Isaac got a C on a math test, Baelon broke a window.

When he tripped coming inside and knocked over a picture frame, Baelon smashed the beer on the floor.

When Isaac talked back or Isaac breathed too loudly or Isaac stood in the wrong place for too long, Baelon broke holes in the walls and stole Camden’s clothes from the untouched shrine that was his bedroom and broke the handle on the recliner.

Then, he stayed still, stayed quiet, tried to keep his face covered. Grinned at Isaac over their father’s shoulder, bleeding nose and split lip and eye already swelling, letting himself get dragged down the stairs.

Laid in the dark, imagining his father dead, but he never took the gun because there’s too much a chance of being separated in foster care.

So, no. One could say they weren’t yet recovered from that in entirety.)

The shadow demons come again during the twins’ party, but Visenya’s busy.

“She tried to kill him,” he seethes, scowling at his brother and Allison, and Visenya distracts him with a handprint of blue paint on his cheek.

“Take off your shirt,” she says.

“What? No. You take off your shirt.”

He spends several seconds blinking when she does. She doesn’t think it was his expected outcome.

“Take off your shirt,” she says again, and this time he listens.

He stains her with pink fingerprints and orange hands on her belly and her wrists, dragging up her arms, brushes them down her cheeks. She writes her name in green across his chest, grants him the kindness of not commenting on the way he shudders. Pink handprints on his abs and orange on his shoulders and a yellow thumbprint on his bottom lip.

“We barely know each other,” he says, laughing, as if she needs the reminder. He doesn’t release the possessive hand on her hip, though, and he doesn’t stop fingerpainting across her chest and the top of her breasts where they peek out.

“Doesn’t feel like it,” she answers, and she wraps a blue hand around his throat. It leaves a perfect print when she pulls away.

“No,” he agrees. “It doesn’t.”

Their eyes are glowing, but the humans around them either don’t notice or blame it on the lights.

“What happened?” Baelon asks, cluelessly, when they stumble back and find the partygoers gone and their pack standing in an exhausted cluster.

“The—where were you?” asks Isaac, and they both freeze.

An answer is unneeded, if the way his nostrils flare and his face contorts in disgust are any indication. They aren’t exactly subtle even without the scent, to be fair, their torsos one giant smudge of muddled neon, paint on their mouths and in their hair, the button on Visenya’s shorts missing from too frantic pulling and Baelon’s shirt torn at one shoulder and also on backwards.

So, they missed the shadow demons. No one died, though, so she still counts it as a win.

Things only get more complicated from there, though.

Kitsune and Oni and Nogitsune. Squirrelly little Stiles, who doesn’t smell sick but doesn’t smell right, and she doesn’t know how to explain the difference. He sleepwalks and sleeptalks, and Scott says he’s sick like his dead mother was but she doesn’t think so. She doesn’t say anything. She’s been wrong before.

Stiles goes missing and then comes back, Derek—who Visenya is actually fond of, even if he does not return the sentiment—and Chris are framed for murder.

“Do you guys,” she says, exhausted, “ever catch a fucking break?”

“No,” says Baelon, pasted against her back with his nose burrowed into her neck. “God, I wish we did.”

The boys realize the cross country path is a trap, and Visenya only barely knocks Coach out of the way of a bolt. It hits her only barely, clean through her hip and healed almost before it’s out, but Baelon reacts as if she got brained with a baseball bat. Frantic and snarling, eyes glowing to the point that she has to pull his head down against her shoulder to hide them.

(“Have you ever been around paired up werewolves?” Aiden asks.

“Not really?” she answers, even as she realizes Baelon’s claws are out and lets him slide his hands under her shirt to keep them out of view.

“It’s normal. You’ll both calm down after the next full moon.”

“Both? I’m fine!”)

Stiles, Scott, and Kira get attacked at the vet, which she finds out later because Baelon cannot be peeled off of her with a crowbar, and apparently Deaton has magic plant juice that stops possession. No one else seems to find this as unbelievable as Visenya does.

Stiles also apparently stabs Scott, which mystifies her because she didn’t know Stiles had the upper body strength to stab anyone. Only Derek and Isaac find this joke funny.

The hits keep coming, after that. A bomb in the sheriff station. Stiles checks himself into Eichen House, to the horror and disapproval of nearly everyone. Deaton sends them on a quest for a magic scroll, because he’s the weird old wizard NPC who hands out quests for XP and special items and subtle hints when they’re taking too long to finish a level.

“He is not,” Baelon says.

“No, he is,” Isaac says, and he accepts Visenya’s wordless offer of a fist bump. “That’s kind of what he does, Bael.”

In said quest to retrieve said magic scroll, Baelon gets flung into a wall.

Visenya, as it turns out, is not fine.

She is not fine at all.

It feels like dying, when he looks up in a daze with blood on his brow. Already healed. She doesn’t care.

She’s on four legs and has her teeth clamped in the motherfucker’s thigh before the twins are even fully out of the way. Ethan yelps when she smacks into him, but they both do the wise thing and make room for her.

It’s only Scott who intervenes, when they fling him down in front of the alpha. Visenya prowls towards him, the twins on either side of her, and for once all three of them are of like mind because she wants him dead.

Scott doesn’t. Alpha doesn’t, which holds significantly more sway with her when she has fur, and she can’t force herself to disobey when he’s using that tone of voice. She turns instead, flings herself towards Baelon, touching frantically at the already long-healed wound on his head.

“I’m fine,” he says, and then, “claws, claws, claws, baby!”

She tries to apologize. Her mouth won’t work. She just curls tight against him and nuzzles at his face, doing her best to keep her claws from his skin because they won’t go back in, and he wraps an arm around her waist with a sigh.

Visenya drags him home with her. Rhaenyra makes him sleep on the couch, so Visenya turns into a wolf and sprawls atop him. He huffs but he doesn’t comment, just drags his fingers soothingly through her fur and lets her lick his cheek.

(Daemon has his own apartment now, so she texts him. Just a name. Not a reason. Two days later, she gets a thumbs up in response, and she never tells anyone he’s dead.)

Because things never go right, everything after that happens almost all at once. In a happy coincidence, it’s Scott and his pack’s fault that the demon is even awake in the first place, which has some poetic irony.

Then it comes for Derek, who tries to kill Argent, which she does not think would be any great loss, personally. He seems nice enough. She just doesn’t super care to be pals, when he’s killed dozens of her kind. When it’s possible he was with the hunters who killed her mother.

(She never asks. Never mentions to Nyra that she has her suspicions, that Allison’s mentioned her parents used to live there right about the proper time. She doesn’t trust her not to send Daemon to slaughter him and Allison both—they are only Scott’s wolves in name, Rhaenyra and Daemon, and they wouldn’t blink to do it.)

And it comes for Isaac and the twins, who try to kill each other with the ferocity that comes from a history she wasn’t there for. Baelon, naturally, flings himself into the midst of it. Visenya, naturally, follows.

It’s Allison and Kira who keep them from ripping each other into pieces. Visenya thanks Kira. Allison pretends not to be bothered by it.

Of course, things can’t end there. There are two Stiles now, one of which is Satan and stole Lydia, and apparently Scott can crawl into people’s minds.

(“Yes,” says Rhaenyra, “it’s tricky, though.”

“Rhaenyra,” Visenya asks, “are you telling me you’ve been in someone’s head?”

“Would you rather if I didn’t?”)

The twins get shot at, and, again, she doesn’t think it would be much of a loss even if they are growing on her. Slowly. Like fungus.

Another mission, this time to find Lydia at an old internment camp, and shadow demons are such fucking dicks, honestly. The Nogitsune steals them, of course, because it would be too easy if he didn’t. She gets battered to the point that she doesn’t even remember her own name, and she only just barely keeps from getting impaled on their damn swords.

And then one explodes. She stares. Everyone stares. They turn to look, and there’s Allison, and then there…isn’t Allison.

She dies in Scott’s arms, as the rest of them watch. Baelon holds onto Isaac. Visenya just…stares. At a loss. She doesn’t-didn’t-like her, but it’s…odd. Watching someone die who is so important to so many of the people she does care about.

“I’m not upset she’s dead,” Baelon says that night, crawling through her window. His eyes are bloodshot. “I just wish Ike didn’t have to watch it.”

He falls asleep in her lap, and, even though Visenya knows she must have heard him come in, Rhaenyra doesn’t come to kick him out.

It’s a massacre after that. The school. The station. The hospital.

Visenya and Baelon go with Derek and the twins, trying to get the box to Scott, and the Other Stiles looks at her and smiles.

He doesn’t say anything.

For the rest of her life, Visenya remembers that smile.

Chris turns up right as she thinks she’s about to die, which is super convenient and she guesses she’s glad he isn’t dead after all. Aiden, who she just took a sword through the shoulder for, clearly agrees.

“I should have let you get stabbed,” she tells him, indignant, and he snorts even as he catches her when her legs give out.

“I knew you were all bark.”

Baelon is immediately beside her with gnashing teeth, and Aiden passes her off without a word of protest.

And then it’s just…over. A bug in a box, a few bloody wounds, and it’s over. People heal from their wounds. The Oni are gone. It feels too easy.

She is horrified that she’s reached a point where this feels easy.

Two weeks pass. Two blissful weeks of no wounds and no fear, and she hates it. She can’t take her mind off missing her family , missing her brothers and her sister, when there’s nothing to distract her from it.

Baelon helps. His kisses, his presence, the solidity of him constantly beside her. Nyra likes him, though she won’t admit it. Harwin and the boys like him, and they don’t bother hiding it.

It’s Baelon she’s with when the day comes. It’s Saturday, and they’re play wrestling in the front yard, giggling and kicking and stealing kisses every few moments, and then her head snaps up.

Stepping out of the back of a car is Helaena, travel-mussed and wild-eyed, and Daeron is clinging to her leg.

“Hel?” she demands, shoving Baelon off her and scrambling towards them. “Daring? What are you doing here? What happened, where’s Aegon? Aemond? Your mother?”

“Mother is dead,” Helaena answers, letting herself be yanked into Visenya’s arms. Burrows close as Daeron does the same, the two of them clinging like babes. “The boys are…they aren’t right, Enya. Neither of them. Can we stay? Will the alpha let us stay?”

Visenya looks to Baelon, still laid on the grass, and he already has his phone to his ear.

“Scott?”

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FALSE CHRISTS vs TRUE CHRIST.

Many use quotes from Matthew in failed attempts to debunk RayEl the returned Christ, so-called Christians use these verses as half-truths in their own agenda of disbelief.

Let us explain how these verses actually confirm RayEl with certainty when we understand them in their entirety.

Verse by verse let us examine Matthew 24:23-28

Matthew 24 (DRB)

23 “Then if any man shall say to you, Lo here is Christ, or there: do not believe him.”

24 “For there shall arise false Christs and false prophets and shall shew great signs and wonders, insomuch as to deceive (if possible) even the elect.”

25 “Behold I have told it to you, beforehand.”

26 “If therefore they shall say to you, Behold he is in the desert: go ye not out. Behold he is in the closets: believe it not.”

As you are aware, many false Christs have come in the name of Jesus and have deceived many. So how can we be sure of the one who is the true Christ?

27 “For as lightning cometh out of the east and appeareth even into the west: so shall also the coming of the Son of man be.”

Indeed, this event occurred on January 28th, 2011, over the Temple Mount of Jerusalem and was filmed by numerous eyewitnesses. When his Holy Spirit descended from the clouds in the Middle East (Jerusalem), it entered our realm with a flash like lightning, and instantly travelled to the West (the US/Mexico International Zone), to join with the Son of Man, RayEl.

28 “Wheresoever the body shall be, there shall the eagles also be gathered together.”

As you should now know, Raymond Elwood was falsely imprisoned (Matthew 25:36). He was removed from the United States and for a brief time stayed in the "International Zone" between El Paso, Texas and Ciudad Juárez, Mexico. Since this is a region shared by both countries, and both countries use the "eagle" as their symbol, it symbolically is where "the eagles be gathered".

29 “And immediately after the tribulation of those days, the sun shall be darkened and the moon shall not give her light and the stars shall fall from heaven and the powers of heaven shall be moved.”

The Sun was blotted out in Israel for three whole days during September of 2015. Shortly after, we saw the sign of the final Blood Moon Tetrad, as well as the many comets and asteroids that are now being seen.

30 “And then shall appear the sign of the Son of man in heaven. And then shall all tribes of the earth mourn: and they shall see the Son of man coming in the clouds of heaven with much power and majesty.”

Indeed, his sign has been seen. His image even appeared in NASA images of the Sun, and this can all be seen via “cloud computing.”

31 “And he shall send his angels with a trumpet and a great voice: and they shall gather together his elect from the four winds, from the farthest parts of the heavens to the utmost bounds of them.”

Christians love to say that when "Jesus" comes, everyone will see him and drop to their knees, as the Christians are instantly vacuumed up during the "Rapture". This sequence of made-up events is what they use to deny Lord RayEl... But what does the Bible REALLY say?

Luke 21 (ABPE)

25 “And there shall be signs in the sun and in the moon and in the stars and in the earth, suffering of nations and clasping of hands*, from the alarm of the sound of the sea,”

Bizarre astronomical and weather events began at the end of 2010.

26 “And an earthquake* which drives out the souls of the children of men by the terror of whatever is going to come on the earth, and the hosts of the Heavens shall be shaken.”

2011: The Fukushima earthquake, having released more radiation into the world than any other nuclear disaster, is the most harmful earthquake in human history. At this same time, perturbations in the other planets of this system were recorded.

27 “And then they shall see The Son of Man, who comes in clouds with many mighty works and great praises.*”

2011: Our Lord descends from the clouds over Jerusalem, and since that time has performed mighty works, receiving great praises.

28 “But whenever these things begin to happen, take heart and lift up your heads, because your salvation draws near.”

"NEAR"... Not at the moment he arrives, but soon afterwards. So, don't ever let a Christian tell you that Lord RayEl's arrival doesn't fulfil prophecy when it absolutely does!

More Info:

The online video “WikiLeaks: LEAKED - U.N. Briefing On Alien God Arrival” goes into further details on this topic.

https://youtu.be/ZHXDdMwHzws

Many of the signs are explained here:

https://youtu.be/xaYJbwYSc38

This is the location discussed as the "International Zone"

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/El_Paso

These events are also confirmed in the Torah Code:

WESTWARDS THE PLENARY RAYMOND LEAR " YAH THREATENER THUS TO SIGNAL.

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10152964126729541&set=gm.851592708243311&type=3&theater

A teaching on the Holy name of the Lord.

Is using the name "Jesus" a sacrilege against the Son of God?

Yes, and He tells you this Himself in the Book of Ezekiel...

Ezekiel 36: 20-23 And wherever they went among the nations they profaned my holy name, for it was said of them, 'These are the Lord's people, and yet they had to leave his land.' I had concern for my holy name, which the people of Israel profaned among the nations where they had gone. "Therefore say to the Israelites, 'This is what the Sovereign Lord says: It is not for your sake, people of Israel, that I am going to do these things, but for the sake of my holy name, which you have profaned among the nations where you have gone. I will show the holiness of my great name, which has been profaned among the nations, the name you have profaned among them. Then the nations will know that I am the Lord, declares the Sovereign Lord, When I am proved holy through you before their eyes."

In Ezekiel 36: 20-23, you see how his name was profaned throughout the world with the creation of a false name "Jesus".

Ezekiel 39: 7 "And my holy name I will make known in the midst of my people Israel, and I will not let my holy name be profaned anymore. And the nations shall know that I am the LORD, the Holy One in Israel."

When you read Ezekiel 39:7, you see that His holy name is found within the name of his people "is-RA-EL"

"Jesus" is a profane sacrilege...

"RA-EL" IS THE HOLY NAME OF THE LORD!

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YEONHEE ALWAYS KNEW SHE WAS DESTINED FOR GREATNESS, SHE JUST DIDN'T KNOW WHEN HER TIME WOULD COME. from a young age, yeonhee never gave up on her dream of becoming a musician.

she entered JYP ENTERTAINMENT as a young child and would go through sixteen (2015) only to not make the final lineup. after four years of training at JYP, she would eventually leave and debut as an underground rapper with the stage name yeon - mi. she would be personally scouted by pinetree&co ceo lee jiyoung as a trainee. she would eventually proceed far enough in the internal examinations to become the leader of EMPYREAL.

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face⠀ ⠀ ⠀✦ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀fromis_9's saerom

vocal⠀ ⠀ ⠀✦ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀purple kiss' yuki

rap⠀ ⠀ ⠀✦ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀babymonster's asa

dance⠀ ⠀ ⠀✦ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀purple kiss' yuki

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height⠀ ⠀ ⠀✦ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀163cm

hair⠀ ⠀ ⠀✦ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀black. her most well known look is brown with blonde streaks.

blood type⠀ ⠀ ⠀✦ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀a

diet⠀ ⠀ ⠀✦ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀yeonhee has maintained a strict - yet unhealthy, diet throughout the years. she has been diagnosed with anorexia nervosa, which she is undergoing treatment for with positive development.

allergies⠀ ⠀ ⠀✦ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀peanut allergy

smokes?⠀ ⠀ ⠀✦ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀no

drinks?⠀ ⠀ ⠀✦ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀yes, in appropiate scenarios.

meds?⠀ ⠀ ⠀✦ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀antidepressants

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yeonhee is aromantic asexual. she is not out to anyone but her close friends.

yeonhee is close friends with the rest of the sixteen contestants.

she was considering appearing on unpretty rapstar before joining SYNCHRO.

jiyoung scouted her after seeing her performance on sixteen.

fans know her as an extremely responsible leader.

she dislikes doing fanservice or aegyo.

seoha [LAiN] and her entered the company at the same time, so they are close.

#yeonhee⠀ ⠀✦⠀ ⠀don't you know? / never mess with a girl gang #profiles⠀ ⠀✦⠀ ⠀just like that / we come back

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boonemarie · 2 years ago

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Rotting Blood

Tonight, my ribs pound in a foreign manner. I try to blame the full moon for tinkering with my brain. I try to blame my lonely life style. I try to blame the weed for making me too blazed.

I sat four steps above you on the fire escape as we both lit up an American Spirit, watching the blood moon illuminate. The empty bar under us, lined with dimly lit Christmas lights, played Take On Me as a busboy finished his smoke break on a patio chair.

I could feel my chest filling with a late night excitement; fully submersed in the ember of my lit cigarette. So eagerly I wanted to marvel into your blue eyes, they looked like they contained the secrets of the sky. I wanted to feel your grip in my hands, I wanted to feel your mouth against my lips. I wanted to feel your warm slender body pressed against my rotting flesh.

Maybe it’s the full orb in the sky that drips of red, Maybe she plays a trick on my mind. Her mockery shade laughs at my mortally trapped soul. I try to force my speeding heart to stop with its nonsense. I hear a loud cackle. The moon laughs because I know the truth, The pitiful truth I refuse to accept.

September, 2015

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notoriousbeb · 1 year ago

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Long story short: I simply do not know and now my brain hurts.

I will say, though, “our love is blacking out” does not sound…positive? But it could be a reference to the sun literally blacking out the moon during a total lunar eclipse (this is what a blood moon is).

Some further astronomical bits to consider:

If she was being literal about a blood moon, there are only four that fit the bill, in April and October 2014 and April and September 2015.

However, confusing things a bit more, some people refer to any full moon in October as a blood moon.

About 48 hours ago, I wrote 2 lyrical analysis posts about Glitch, where I basically said: “YB but maybe some HS. Happy to reassess if there’s more info in future.”

Apparently, the future is today?

This afternoon, TN announced the 2 year anniversary of the WDTV release and mentioned the corresponding Glitch in the announcement.

And then: turns out that the Spotify visuals for Midnights track Glitch? Are these same Wildest Dreams glitch images:

So: consider me newly informed! If Blondie is willing to link Wildest Dreams (Haylor) and Glitch, who am I to fight lyrical parallels?

The Anons in those posts pulled some great parallels. I am going to highlight the ones that are not there/seem likeliest to me to be HS.

Very real: LA vs London. And it reminds me of Cowboy Like Me:

And the surprising attachment/linking:

Harry mentions a broken stitch in Woman. It also reminds me of the “locked it down” part of CLM.

The second of my original lyrical analysis posts cites the 1989 RS profile with Blondie’s famous response about why she called the song Style: “we should have called it ‘I’m not even sorry!’”

Also - the starry skies (like her SOTB and his MFASR), plus the mutual moon talk/his moon obsession/“love you to the 🌙 and to 🪐”. Also the counterfeit part reminds me of SOTB and the “Can this be a real thing? Can it?”

Then there’s the let’s dance part:

Which also reminds me of Cowboy Like Me:

I still don’t totally get the 2190 days/6 year piece; that still seems YB to me. But an Anon sent along this post where beloved mutuals posit other theories.

I *told* you guys that I always default to the official narrative/likeliest subject, at least at first. But I promise: I will always, always reconsider based on new info.

What do you think?

#glitch #I need an aspirin #taylor swift #lyric analysis

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1ady-valentine · 3 years ago

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Fan Fiction Collection

Dear followers! This is my update post about my fan fictions (and new chapters).

📣 My Resident Evil fan made projects with artworks by ZerOneSplashArt can be read here: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2762716

Song to the Moon

(10/10 chapters published) - COMPLETE!

Summary: After Spencer’s death in 2006, Alex Wesker contacts Mother Miranda to make her an offer she can’t refuse. Driven by her desire to get her daughter Eva back, Miranda finds herself in a moral quandary and puts everything else alive that she holds dear at risk—First and foremost Alcina, with whom she has a troubled past … Is Miranda pinning her hopes on the right person, or will she lose everything in the end?

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37091170?view_full_work=true

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The Summer Event

(3/3 chapters published) - COMPLETE!

Summary: The village’s population is at an all-time low in 2015. Heisenberg, of all people, has a clever idea to attract visitors to the home of Mother Miranda and her four lords. The priestess’ experiments and House Dimitrescu's thirst for blood in particular are responsible for the precarious situation. Alcina is upset with Miranda and doesn't want to face her. But the priestess—plagued by memories of times long past—has something different in mind …

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32639419?view_full_work=true

#resident evil #fan fiction #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #re8 #zeronesplashart #re8 village #alcina dimitrescu #mother miranda #lady dimitrescu #ao3 writer #ao3 author #resident evil fanfiction

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dweemeister · 4 years ago

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The complete list of films featured in 2021′s “31 Days of Oscar” marathon

What follows is the exhaustive list of all 403 short- and feature-length films featured on this blog over the last thirty-one days for the 31 Days of Oscar marathon. This number is up from last year’s count of 327 and is the second-highest number of films I have ever featured in this marathon (behind the 410 films from 2016). Despite the number, this remains only a fraction of the nearly 5,000 films that have been nominated for Academy Awards. This year’s marathon was harder to plan than usual due to the fact it was presented in alphabetical order - with the exception of any write-ups I did.

BREAKDOWN BY DECADE 1927-1929: 7 1930s: 44 1940s: 63 1950s: 63 1960s: 46 1970s: 25 1980s: 29 1990s: 28 2000s: 25 2010s: 43 2020s: 30

Year with most representation (2020 excluded): 1940 (ten films) Median year: 1964

And now, the list. Best Picture winners and the one (and only) winner for Unique and Artistic Production are in bold. Asterisked (*) films are films I haven’t seen in their entirety as of the publishing of this post.

A.I. Artificial Intelligence (2001)

Ace in the Hole (1951)

Adam’s Rib (1949)*

The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938)

After the Thin Man (1936)*

Airport (1970)*

Aladdin (1992)

Albert Nobbs (2011)

Alexander’s Ragtime Band (1938)

All Quiet on the Western Front (1930)

Almost Famous (2000)

An American in Paris (1951)

Anastasia (1956)

Anatomy of a Murder (1959)

Annie (1982)

Around the World in Eighty Days (1956)

Arrival (2016)

Au Revoir Les Enfants (1987, France)

The Awful Truth (1937)

Babe (1995)

Baby Doll (1956)*

Ballad of a Soldier (1959, Soviet Union)*

The Band Wagon (1953)

Bao (2018 short)

Ben-Hur (1959)

Berkeley Square (1933)

The Best Man (1964)

Better Days (2019, Hong Kong)*

The Big Chill (1983)*

The Birds (1963)

Birds Anonymous (1957 short)

Black Orpheus (1959, Brazil)

BlacKkKlansman (2018)

Blue Velvet (1986)

Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan (2006)*

Borat Subsequent Moviefilm: Delivery of Prodigious Bribe to American Regime for Make Benefit Once Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan (2020)*

The Bridge on the River Kwai (1957)

Brief Encounter (1945)

Brotherhood (2018 short, Tunisia/Canada/Qatar/Sweden)

Cabin in the Sky (1943)

Calamity Jane (1953)

Carol (2015)*

Casablanca (1942)

Casino (1995)*

Charade (1963)

The Circus (1928)

Citizen Kane (1941)

City of God (2002, Brazil)*

Claudine (1974)*

Closely Watched Trains (1966, Czechoslovakia)

Coraline (2009)*

Da 5 Bloods (2020)*

Dances with Wolves (1990)

Death in Venice (1971)*

Destination Moon (1950)*

The Devil and Daniel Webster (1941)

Down Argentine Way (1940)

Dunkirk (2017)

Easter Parade (1948)

The Edge of Democracy (2019, Brazil)*

Educated Fish (1937 short)*

El Cid (1961)*

Elmer Gantry (1960)

The End of the Affair (1999)*

Ernest & Celestine (2012, France/Belgium)

Face to Face (1976, Sweden)*

The Fallen Idol (1948)

Fantasia (1940)

A Fantastic Woman (2017, Chile)*

Far from the Madding Crowd (1967)*

A Farewell to Arms (1932)*

A Few Good Men (1992)*

Five Easy Pieces (1970)*

The Five Pennies (1959)

The 5,000 Fingers of Dr. T. (1953)

Flower Drum Song (1961)

Flowers and Trees (1932 short)

Flying Down to Rio (1933)*

For All Mankind (1989)

For Sama (2019)*

Forbidden Planet (1956)

Forrest Gump (1994)

42nd Street (1933)

Four Days in November (1964)*

The Four Feathers (1939)

The 400 Blows (1959, France)

Four Weddings and a Funeral (1994)*

From Here to Eternity (1953)

Funny Face (1957)

Funny Girl (1968)

Fury (1936)*

Gandhi (1982)

The Garden of Allah (1936)

Garden Party (2017 short, France)

Gaslight (1944)

Giant (1956)

Gigi (1958)

Gladiator (2000)

The Godfather (1972)

The Godfather, Part II (1974)

Goodbye, Mr. Chips (1939)

Gorillas in the Mist (1988)*

Gosford Park (2001)

Grand Hotel (1932)

Grand Prix (1966)*

The Great Beauty (2013, Italy)

The Great Race (1965)

The Great Ziegfeld (1936)

Green Book (2018)

Green Dolphin Street (1947)*

The Green Mile (1999)*

Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner (1967)

Gunfight at the O.K. Corral (1957)

Gunga Din (1939)

Hair Love (2019 short)

Hallelujah (1929)*

Hamlet (1948)

Hamlet (1990)

Hamlet (1996)

Hangmen Also Die! (1943)*

The Happiest Millionaire (1967)

A Hard Day’s Night (1964)

Harlan County U.S.A. (1976)

The Harvey Girls (1946)

Heartbreak Ridge (1986)*

The Heiress (1949)

Hell’s Angels (1930)*

Henry V (1989)

Here Comes Mr. Jordan (1941)

Hero (2002, China)*

Hidden Figures (2016)

The High and the Mighty (1954)*

High Noon (1952)

High Society (1956)

Himalaya (1999, France/Switzerland/United Kingdom/Nepal)*

Home Alone (1990)

Honeysuckle Rose (1980)*

Hoosiers (1986)

The House on 92nd Street (1945)*

How the West Was Won (1962)

How to Survive a Plague (2012)*

I Am a Fugitive from a Chain Gang (1932)

I Married a Witch (1942)*

I Never Sang for My Father (1970)

I Vitelloni (1953, Italy)*

I Wanted Wings (1941)*

I, Tonya (2017)*

Ida (2013, Poland)

Imitation of Life (1959)

In Cold Blood (1967)

In the Absence (2018 short, South Korea)

In the Heat of the Night (1967)

Inherit the Wind (1960)

Inside Daisy Clover (1965)*

Inside Moves (1980)*

It Happened One Night (1934)

It Happened Tomorrow (1944)*

It Should Happen to You (1954)*

It’s Always Fair Weather (1955)

Jackie Brown (1997)*

Jammin’ the Blues (1944 short)*

Jaws (1975)

The Jazz Singer (1927)

Jerry’s Cousin (1951 short)

Jesus Camp (2006)*

Jezebel (1938)

Jim: The James Foley Story (2016)*

Joe’s Violin (2016 short)

The Journey of Natty Gann (1985)

Joyeux Noel (2005, France)

Judgment at Nuremberg (1961)

Julia (1977)*

Juliet of the Spirits (1965, Italy)

Kagemusha (1980, Japan)

The Karate Kid (1984)

The Killers (1946)*

The King and I (1956)

The King’s Speech (2010)

The Kite Runner (2007)

Knights of the Round Table (1953)*

Knives Out (2019)

Kundun (1997)*

La Ronde (1950, France)*

La Strada (1954, Italy)

La Traviata (1982, Italy)*

Lady Be Good (1941)*

The Lady Eve (1941)

The Ladykillers (1955)*

The Last Emperor (1987)

A Letter to Three Wives (1949)

The Life Ahead (2020, Italy)*

Life is Beautiful (1997, Italy)

Life with Feathers (1945 short)

Lili (1953)

Lilies of the Field (1963)

The Lion in Winter (1968)*

Little Caesar (1931)

A Little Romance (1979)

Little Women (2019)

Logan (2017)

The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003)

Lost Horizon (1937)

Love Affair (1939)*

Love Story (1970)*

Loving Vincent (2017)

The Magic Flute (1975, Sweden)

The Magnificent Ambersons (1942)

Malcolm X (1992)

The Maltese Falcon (1941)

A Man for All Seasons (1966)

The Man Who Knew Too Much (1956)

The Manchurian Candidate (1962)

Maria Full of Grace (2004, Colombia)*

Meet Me in Las Vegas (1956)*

Meet Me in St. Louis (1944)

Mighty Joe Young (1949)*

Milk (2008)

Million Dollar Mermaid (1952)*

The Miracle Worker (1962)*

Mon Oncle (1958, France)

Monsieur Hulot’s Holiday (1953, France)*

Mutiny on the Bounty (1935)

My Fair Lady (1964)

My Favorite Wife (1940)

My Favorite Year (1982)

My Night at Maud’s (1969)*

The Narrow Margin (1952)

The Natural (1984)

Nebraska (2013)

Network (1976)

Night Must Fall (1937)*

Nightcrawler (2014)*

The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

Ninotchka (1939)

Nowhere in Africa (2001, Germany)*

Odd Man Out (1947)*

The Official Story (1985, Argentina)*

Oklahoma! (1955)*

Oliver! (1968)

On Golden Pond (1981)*

On the Riviera (1951)*

On the Waterfront (1954)

One Day in September (1999)*

One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (1975)

One Foot in Heaven (1941)

One Hour with You (1932)

One Potato, Two Potato (1964)*

Only Angels Have Wings (1939)*

Our Town (1940)

Paisan (1946, Italy)

Pal Joey (1957)*

Pan’s Labyrinth (2006, Mexico)

Paper Moon (1973)*

Parasite (2019, South Korea)

The Parent Trap (1961)

A Passage to India (1984)*

Patton (1970)

Pelle the Conqueror (1987, Denmark)*

Period. End of Sentence. (2018 short)

Persepolis (2007, France)

The Philadelphia Story (1940)

The Picture of Dorian Gray (1945)

Pigs in a Polka (1943 short)*

Pillow Talk (1959)*

Pinocchio (1940)

Places in the Heart (1984)*

Poltergeist (1982)

Portrait of Jennie (1948)

Precious (2009)*

The Prisoner of Zenda (1937)

The Private Life of Helen of Troy (1927)*

The Private Lives of Elizabeth and Essex (1939)*

The Producers (1967)

Psycho (1960)

Pulp Fiction (1994)

Purple Rain (1984)

Puss Gets the Boot (1940 short)

Pygmalion (1938)

Quiet Please! (1945 short)

Quo Vadis, Aida? (2020, Bosnia-Herzegovina)*

Rachel, Rachel (1968)*

Ran (1985, Japan)

Random Harvest (1942)

Rashômon (1950, Japan)

Rasputin and the Empress (1932)*

Rear Window (1954)

Rebecca (1940)

Red River (1948)

The Red Shoes (1948)

A River Runs Through It (1992)

Road to Perdition (2002)

Roma (2018, Mexico)

Saludos Amigos (1942)

Same Time, Next Year (1978)*

The Secret of Kells (2009)

Sense and Sensibility (1995)*

Sergeant York (1941)

Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (1954)

Seven Samurai (1954, Japan)

Shadow of a Doubt (1943)

The Shape of Water (2017)

Shaun the Sheep Movie (2015)*

She Done Him Wrong (1933)*

She Wore a Yellow Ribbon (1949)

The Shootist (1976)

The Shop on Main Street (1965, Czechoslovakia)

The Silence of the Lambs (1991)

Silverado (1985)

Singin’ in the Rain (1952)

Sleeping Beauty (1959)

The Smiling Lieutenant (1931)

The Snake Pit (1948)*

Song of the Sea (2014)

Sounder (1972)

The Sound of Music (1965)

The Spanish Main (1945)*

Speedy (1928)

Speedy Gonzales (1955 short)

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018)

Spirited Away (2001, Japan)

Stagecoach (1939)

A Star is Born (1937)

A Star is Born (1954)

A Star is Born (1976)*

A Star is Born (2018)

Star Trek: First Contact (1996)

Star Wars (1977)

Starship Troopers (1997)

The Sting (1973)

A Stolen Life (1946)*

The Story of Three Loves (1953)*

The Story of the Weeping Camel (2003, Mongolia)*

The Strange Love of Martha Ivers (1946)*

The Stranger (1946)*

A Streetcar Named Desire (1951)

Strike Up the Band (1940)

Strings (1991 short)*

The Sundowners (1960)*

Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans (1927)

Superman (1978)

Sweet Bird of Youth (1962)

Swing Time (1936)

T-Men (1947)*

The Tale of the Princess Kaguya (2013, Japan)

Tangerines (2013, Estonia)*

Tenet (2020)

Them! (1954)

Theodora Goes Wild (1936)*

Thirty Seconds Over Tokyo (1944)*

This is Cinerama (1952)*

The Three Musketeers (1948)

Three Orphan Kittens (1935 short)

Time (2020)*

Timecode (2016 short, Spain)

Tom Jones (1963)

Toni Erdmann (2016, Germany)*

Top Hat (1935)

The Triplets of Belleville (2003, France)*

The Truman Show (1998)*

12 Angry Men (1957)

Twilight of Honor (1963)*

Two Girls and a Sailor (1944)*

2001: A Space Odyssey (1968)

Umberto D. (1952, Italy)

The Umbrellas of Cherbourg (1964, France)

Unforgiven (1992)

Up (2009)

Vertigo (1958)

Victor/Victoria (1982)

WALL-E (2008)

Watch on the Rhine (1943)*

Waterloo Bridge (1940)

Weary River (1929)*

West Side Story (1961)

Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day (1968 short)

The Wizard of Oz (1939)

Wolfwalkers (2020)

X-Men: Days of Future Past (2014)

You Can’t Take It with You (1938)

Zorba the Greek (1964)*

The 15 nominated short films for the 93rd Academy Awards

The 8 nominees for Best Picture at the 93rd Academy Awards, including the winner, Nomadland

Until next year’s ceremony, folks - February will be here before we know it!

#Oscars #31 Days of Oscar

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iwant-bread · 3 years ago

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My To Read List

Category 1: YA

1. Loveless (2020) by Alice Osoman (England)

description: an aroace main character. A strange and eventful first year at university, some interesting new friends, and exploring what it means to be both aromantic and asexual opens mc’s eyes to the less conventional forms of love in her life as she learns that happiness doesn’t rely on you finding your soulmate

2. To Kill a Kingdom (2018) by Alexandra Christo (England)

description: slowburn enemies to lovers sirens princes etc

3. The Wrath and The Dawn (2015) by Renée Ahdieh (United States)

description: retelling of the 1001 nights- currently reading the webcomic and holy shit its good

4. Southern Reach Trilogy (2014) by Jeff Vandermeer (United States)

description: “Area X has been cut off from the rest of the continent for decades. Nature has reclaimed the last vestiges of human civilization. The first expedition returned with reports of a pristine, Edenic landscape; the second expedition ended in mass suicide; the third expedition in a hail of gunfire as its members turned on one another. The members of the eleventh expedition returned as shadows of their former selves, and within weeks, all had died of cancer.”

5. Cemetery Boys (2020) by Aiden Thomas (United States)

description: Yadriel has summoned a ghost, and now he can’t get rid of him

6. When the Moon Was Ours (2016) by Anne-Marie McLemore (United States)

description: “Roses grow out of Miel’s wrist, and rumors say that she spilled out of a water tower when she was five. Sam is known for the moons he paints and hangs in the trees, and for how little anyone knows about his life before he and his mother moved to town. But as odd as everyone considers Miel and Sam, even they stay away from the Bonner girls, four beautiful sisters rumored to be witches. Now they want the roses that grow from Miel’s skin, convinced that their scent can make anyone fall in love.”

7. Children of Blood and Bone (2018) by Tomi Adeyemi (Nigeria/United States)

description: “Under the orders of a ruthless king, maji were killed, leaving Zélie without a mother and her people without hope. Now Zélie has one chance to bring back magic and strike against the monarchy. With the help of a rogue princess, Zélie must outwit and outrun the crown prince, who is hell-bent on eradicating magic for good.”

8. Cinderella is Dead (2020) by Kalynn Bayron (United States)

description: living in the same universe as Cinderella, but 200 years after her death. When coming of age, it is tradition for girls to attend balls to be chosen as wives of men they never met. But, OH NO, main character is queer

9. A Botija do Fantasma “The Ghost's Bottle” (2021) by Pablo Praxedes (Brazil)

description: only two things scare the city of Mossoró at the end of the 1920s: the return of the Lampião gang and the witches of Carnaubal. Luiz wants to abandon everything and start his life over with Chico, his best friend and love interest. The problem? Chico does not agree with this plan. Salete, a young witch, lives isolated in a carnauba forest while learning about her powers, but she will soon discover that being a witch in a small town is not an easy task. What none of them expected was that a ghost's gift would come to change their lives

10. The Sleeper and The Spindle (2014) by Neil Gaiman and Chris Riddell (United States)

description: “On the eve of her wedding, a young queen sets out to rescue a princess from an enchantment. She casts aside her fine wedding clothes, takes her chain mail and her sword and follows her brave dwarf retainers into the tunnels under the mountain towards the sleeping kingdom. This queen will decide her own future – and the princess who needs rescuing is not quite what she seems”

11. The Unseelie Prince (2021) by Kathryn Ann Kingsley (United States)

description: As the son of the Morrigan and heir to the vacant Unseelie throne, Valroy itches to shed the mantle of prince and take his place as King. To his great regret one ancient tradition stands in his way, demanding he first take a bride. With all the members of the Unseelie court proving to be insufferable, what is a prince to do? Steal a human, of course.

12. The Dark Tide (2020) by Alicia Jasinska (Australia)

description: “A gripping, dark enemies-to-lovers LGBTQ+ YA fantasy about two girls who must choose between saving themselves, each other, or their sinking island home.” i mean... must i truly write the summary?

13. Discworld (1983–2015) by Terry Pratchett (England)

description: a series of 41 comic fantasy books, set in the Discworld, a flat planet balanced on the backs of four elephants that sit on the back of a giant tortoise

14. Written in the Stars (2020) by Alexandria Bellefleur (United States?)

description: fake dating trope and sapphic

15. Once Upon a Broken Heart (2020) by Stephanie Garber (United States)

description: after the protagonist finds out that the love of her life is going to marry another, she does what anyone in their sane mind would do: strikes a deal with an immortal being, the Prince of Hearts. In exchange for his help, he asks for 3 kisses, to be given at the time and place of his choosing

16. The Witch's Heart (2021) by Genevieve Gornichec (United States)

description: “Angrboda's story begins where most witches' tales end: with a burning. A punishment from Odin for refusing to provide him with knowledge of the future, the fire leaves Angrboda injured and powerless, and she flees into the farthest reaches of a remote forest. There she is found by a man who reveals himself to be Loki, and her initial distrust of him transforms into a deep and abiding love. Their union produces three unusual children, each with a secret destiny, who Angrboda is keen to raise at the edge of the world, safely hidden from Odin's all-seeing eye. But as Angrboda slowly recovers her prophetic powers, she learns that her blissful life—and possibly all of existence—is in danger.”

Category 2: *actual* historical fiction

1. Lady Chatterley’s Lover (1928) by D. H. Lawrence (England)

description: old folks smut

2. A Rainha do Ignoto “The Queen of the Unknown” (1889) by Emília Freitas (Brazil)

description: secret society of women, hierarchically organized on an island, called Ilha do Fogeiro, ruled by a Queen who recruited women based on the suffering they experienced in their daily lives - terfs do not touch please :)

3. The Yellow Wallpaper (1892) by Charlotte Perkins Gilman (United States)

description: written as a diary from a woman confined by her husband. She is slowly succumbing to madness

4. Senhora (1874) by José de Alencar (Brazil)

description: it is a novel that criticizes the behavioral futility and the fragility of bourgeois values resulting from Brazilian capitalism. Lovers to enemies to lovers again. A girl trying to get revenge on her opportunistic ex fiance

5. Persuasion (1816) by Jane Austen (England)

description: a story about Anne Elliot, who called off her engagement after being persuaded by her friend. When her ex returns from the sea as a successful and wealthy captain, Anne's family is on the brink of financial collapse

6. Tess of the d'Urbervilles (1891) by Thomas Hardy

description: a novel centered around the victorian rural lower class and in its open treatment of sexuality and religion

7. How the Steel Was Tempered (1936) by Nikolay Ostrovsky (Soviet Union)

description: a socialist realist novel about the birth of the New Man, the man of the socialist epoch who dares all and achieves all in the struggle for the happiness of humanity.

8. Fanny Hill: Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure (1749) by John Cleland (England)

description: considered to be one of the first published erotic novels

9. Úrsula (1859) by Maria Firmina dos Reis (Brazil)

description: one of the first brazilian novel written by a woman, not only that, but a black woman. And one of the first abolitionist novels too

10. The King in Yellow (1895) by Robert W. Chambers (United States)

description: a collection of 10 short Victorian Gothic fiction stories

11. A Midsummer Night’s Dream (1594-1596?) by William Shakespeare (England)

description: I really don't know for sure, I heard that a lot of people die and marriage is involved. What made me want to read it was a tiktok about how a woman was sleeping, she woke up with a flower in her eye, and fell in love with a talking donkey. I don't know but it reminded me of shrek so I want to read

12. Moll Flanders (1722) by Daniel Defoe (England)

description: a novel partially based on the life of Moll King, a London criminal whom Defoe met while visiting Newgate Prison

13. The Description of a New World, Called The Blazing-World (1666) by Margaret Cavendish, the Duchess of Newcastle (England)

description: “fanciful depiction of a satirical, utopian kingdom in another world (with different stars in the sky) that can be reached via the North Pole. [...] A young woman enters this other world, becomes the empress of a society composed of various species of talking animals, and organises an invasion back into her world complete with submarines towed by the "fish men" and the dropping of "fire stones" by the "bird men" to confound the enemies of her homeland, the Kingdom of Esfi”

14. Genji Monogatari (early 1000′s) by Lady Murasaki Shikibu (Japan)

description: considered the world's first literary novel- The work chronicles the life of Hikaru Genji, a son of a Japanese emperor with a low-ranking concubine. For political reasons, Genji is relegated to citizen status and begins a career as an imperial officer. The tale focuses on Genji's romantic life and describes the customs of aristocratic society at the time

15. Satyricon liber (60 a.c.) by Gaius Petronius (Roman Empire)

description: describes the adventures and misadventures of the narrator, Encolpius, his lover Ascyltos, and his slave, Giton, who intrudes between the two lovers, provoking jealousy and quarrel

Category 3: historical fiction

1. Catch-22 (1961) by Joseph Heller (United States)

description: it takes place from 1942 to 1944, exploring the absurdity of war through military life, with the characters trying to stay sane so they can return home. Narrated in 3rd omnicient person

2. Slaughterhouse-Five (1969) by Kurt Vonnegut (United States)

description: an anti-war science fiction novel. Unreliable and non-linear narrator

3. A Thousand Ships (2019) by Natalie Haynes (United Kingdom)

description: a retelling of the Trojan War by the point of view of women

4. The Marvels (2015) by Brian Selznick (United States)

description: “It weaves together two seemingly unrelated stories - one in words, the other in pictures. The illustrated story begins in 1766, while the prose story opens in 1990.”

Category 4: studies / Essay / biographies?

1. Unclaimed Experience: Trauma, Narrative and History (1991) by Cathy Caruth (United States)

description: “Through the notion of trauma, she contends, we come to a new understanding that permits history to arise where immediate understanding may not.”

2. Eros the Bittersweet (1986) by Anne Carson (Canada)

description: “A book about love as seen by the ancients, Eros is Anne Carson's exploration of the concept of "eros" in both classical philosophy and literature.”

3. Vita Sanctae Hildegardis (+ or - 1180) by Godefridus (Germany)

description: hagiography

4. Discourse on Colonialism (1950) by Aimé Césaire (France)

description: Césaire’s Discourse on Colonialism argues that colonialism was not and had never been a benevolent movement (myth of the “good colonizer) whose goal was to improve the lives of the colonized (civilizing them); instead, colonists' motives were entirely self-centered, economic exploitation

5. Malleus Malleficarum (1486) by Kramer and Sprenger (Germany)

description: inquisitorial manual about witches. The reason many people died

6. The Barefoot Woman (2008) by Scholastique Mukasonga (Rwanda)

description: the story of the author's mother, during pre-genocide Rwanda

7. Selling Beauty: Cosmetics, Commerce, and French Society, 1750–1830 (2009) by Morag Martin (United States)

description: Morag Martin’s history of the cosmetic industry in France examines the evolution of popular tastes and standards of beauty during the late 18th and early 19th centuries. As the French citizenry rebelled against the excesses of the aristocracy, there was a parallel shift in consumer beauty practices

8. The Gift of Fear: Survival Signals That Protect Us from Violence (1997) by Gavin de de Becker (United States)

description: title self explanatory, the author talks about how to spot danger basically

9. Cinderella ate my daughter (2011) by Peggy Orenstein (United States)

description: the book explores the phenomenon of princess culture and in particular how the concept is marketed to young girls

10. Handbook of Medieval Sexuality (2013) by Vern L. Bullough (United States)

description: title self explanatory

11. The Coming Insurrection (2007) by The Invisible Committee (France)

description: French political pamphlet describing the hypothesis of an "imminent collapse of capitalist culture".

12. Fairies: A Dangerous History (2018) by Richard Sugg (England probably)

description: title self explanatory

13. How to Catch a Man, How to Keep a Man, How to Get Rid of a Man (1970) by Zsa Zsa Gabor (Hungary)

description: written by the actress, socialite, and author, married at least 8 times, Zsa Zsa- title self explanatory

14. A Handbook of Disappointed Fate (2018) by Anne Boyer (United States)

description: highlights a decade of Anne Boyer's interrogative writing on poetry, death, love, lambs, etc

15. Chromophobia (2000) by David Batchelor (England)

description: Chromophobia - a fear of corruption or contamination through colour. David Batchelor analyzes the history of, and motivations behind, chromophobia, from its beginnings through examples of nineteenth-century literature, twentieth-century architecture and film, to Pop art, minimalism and the art and architecture of the present day

16. A Gentle Madness: Bibliophiles, Bibliomanes, and the Eternal Passion for Books (1995) by Nicholas A. Basbanes (United States)

description: “A Gentle Madness is vividly anecdotal and thoroughly researched. Nicholas A. Basbanes brings an investigative reporter’s heart and instincts to the task of chronicling collectors past and present in pursuit of bibliomania.”

17. Why Fish Don't Exist: A Story of Loss, Love, and the Hidden Order of Life (2020) by Lulu Miller (United States)

description: a non-fiction that smashes together: memoir, science, biography and History

Category 5: poetry

1. Eloa, or the Sister of the Angels (1824) by Alfred de Vigny (France)

description: an angel falls in love with a stranger, he starts to love her too, but is unable to return the affections, because of his twisted notions of love. He drags her to hell.

2. How to Cure a Ghost (2019) by Fariha Róisín (Australia)

description: “An exploration of all the ghosts that haunt me”- works about ancestral trauma, violence, being queer, islamophobia and life, but still having hope for the future

3. The Faerie Queene (1590) by Edmund Spenser (England)

description: one of the longest poems in the English language

4. Autobiography of Red (1999) by Anne Carson (Canada)

description: a novel written in form of poem, retelling about Geryon (one of the monsters Hercules has to kill) “Sometimes a journey makes itself necessary.”

5. I see you as I saw a flower (2015) by Na Tae-joo (South Korea)

description: great book for beginners in korean, contains poems about flowers, love, the changing months and seasons, etc

6. Morte e Vida Severina (1954) by João Cabral de Melo Neto (Brazil)

description: portrays the trajectory of Severino, who leaves the northeastern hinterland towards the coast in search of better living conditions, and finds many others like him. He watches many deaths and, from so much wandering, ends up discovering that it is precisely death, the wild's biggest employer. It is to her that they owe their jobs

7. Les Fleurs du Mal (1857) by Charles Baudelaire (France)

description: contains poems about decadence, eroticism, suffering and its relationship to the original sin, disgust toward evil and oneself, obsession with death, and aspiration toward an ideal world

Category 6: tales? novels? short stories? not quite YA fiction?

1. Um Espinho de Marfim e outras Histórias (1999) by Marina Colasanti (Italy/Brazil)

description: anthology with women as the center of a cosmogony

2. Uprooted (2015) by Naomi Novik (United States)

description: written by one of the founders of AO3. “ Our Dragon doesn’t eat the girls he takes, no matter what stories they tell outside our valley. We hear them sometimes, from travelers passing through. They talk as though we were doing human sacrifice, and he were a real dragon. Of course that’s not true: he may be a wizard and immortal, but he’s still a man, and our fathers would band together and kill him if he wanted to eat one of us every ten years. He protects us against the Wood, and we’re grateful, but not that grateful.”

3. Before the Coffee Gets Cold (2015) by Toshikazu Kawaguchi (Japan)

description: In a back alley in Tokyo lies a café called Funiculi Funicula. In the café, customers have the opportunity to travel back to a time of their choosing, as long as they follow a long list of rules. There is only one seat in the café that allows time travel; the seat is only available when the ghost that usually occupies it goes for a toilet break; once back in time, customers can't leave the seat; the only people in the past who can be met are people who have visited the café; whatever happens in the past, the present won't change; and, most importantly, the customer has to return to the present before their cup of coffee goes cold. The novel follows the stories of the café staff, notably barista Kazu, and four different customers.

4. The Ghost’s Child (2008) by Sonya Hartnett (Australia)

description: "They talked to one another, but never about important things - never about a lost winged dream, not about unseeable mysteries that lay beyond the setting sun. They both knew that you can talk and talk, but when the talk is done and there's nothing else to say, the thing that you long for is still not there."

5. Austrian Fairy Tales (Collected from Old Sources) (2017) by Harald Salfellner (Austria)

description: dont know- i think the title is pretty self explanatory

6. The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden (2006) by Catherynne Valente (United States)

description: “Secreted away in a garden, a lonely girl spins stories to warm a curious prince: peculiar feats and unspeakable fates that loop through each other and back again to meet in the tapestry of her voice. Inked on her eyelids, each twisting, tattooed tale is a piece in the puzzle of the girl’s own hidden history”

7. The Mabinogion translated by Sioned Davies (Wales)

description: collection of prose manuscripts written in medieval Welsh. They are partly based on historical events from the early Middle Ages, but which can be traced back to Iron Age traditions

8. I Have the Right to Destroy Myself (2007) by Young-Ha Kim (South Korea)

description: “I don't encourage murder. I have no interest in one person killing another. I only want to draw out morbid desires, imprisoned deep in the unconscious. This lust, once freed, starts growing. Their imaginations run free, and they soon discover their potential... They are waiting for someone like me.” A short story that follows a person who helps others to commit suicide

9. The Canterbury Tales (13th) by Geoffrey Chaucer (England)

description: collection of stories (two of them in prose, and another twenty-two in verse) written from 1387 onwards. In the work, each tale is narrated by a pilgrim from a group who travels from Southwark (London) to Canterbury Cathedral to visit the tomb of St. Thomas Becket.

10. Ariadne (2021) by Jennifer Saint (United States)

description: the story of Ariadne

11. The Dwarf (1978) by Cho Se-hui (South Korea)

description: revolves around a literal “little guy,” and his family and friends, and their changing economic and social relationships which are destroyed by Korean modernization

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