#i have been theorizing with my little brother and roommate

[nerdlebirdle]

Today is it nerdle!

Its a half day, extra last minute shopping for one more gift!

Come on nerdle! Keep pushing through!

I am hyping myself up like "one more day nerdle! One more day! Then 6 days off! You got this! Come on push through!"

But i am so utterly exhausted from work i just want to go to bed and stay in pajamas all fucking week.

IM BURNT OUT.

But im still trying to push through

Im still holding on.

Just one more day nerdle! Please just hold till then!

Then we can crash (by crash i mean 2 christmas celebrations and then a 2 small bday parties and then i can relax)

[moongurl95]

Chapter 3 – The morning of your very first day...

“Oh? You cut your hair?”

“It was burned at the ends… sir.”

“Well, it still suits you.” A warm smile from this strange man, claiming to now be her guardian after— “Now, are you ready to learn more about magic?”

“Astonishing! I’ve never heard of someone so young take to Occlumency as quickly as you have! And with the speed you’ve been absorbing our lessons, you’ll be able to catch up with the rest of your peers in no time.”

“Here, take this.”

“What is it, professor?”

“Since you’ve mentioned encountering… resistance when trying Legilimency, I thought this might help.”

A journal?

“It’s already a rare occurrence to efficiently wield both Occlumency and Legilimency, but I theorize that the only thing keeping you from honing the latter is your innate ability to compartmentalize your emotions.”

Silence.

“What I’m trying to say is, write something about your day, a form of self-reflection. Perhaps, before you’re able to read others, you might have to read into yourself first.”

“I worry though Professor… If I read too much into myself… I might end up losing to the very emotions I’ve… innately compartmentalized.”

Beatrice woke up from the rays of sun reflecting off her window. It was quiet, she noticed as she pulled back her bed curtains and slowly got off bed.

Looks like everyone’s gone, noting how her roommates were no longer in their beds, she decided to prepare herself for the day before spotting a note tucked in-between the closet she had moved her uniforms.

Hope you don’t mind we let you sleep in. I’ll stop by to wake you up in case you read this late! -S

P.S. I let Hermes out since he was getting antsy when I woke up. -C

Grateful for their consideration, Beatrice started her day with a smile.

Heading to the Common room proved to be quite the sight for Beatrice— It was one thing to have seen it at night, but now it exuded sheer elegance under the light of day. She was just about to head into the main sitting area when she had spotted Everett.

“Hope you’re not too nervous on your first day. Most of the professors here are firm but fair.” He’d laughed good-naturedly after having just thrown a Dungbomb down the opposite lobby. Beatrice would take his word for it but didn’t stick around long to take in the pungent fumes.

She was then greeted by hushed whispers upon entering the main sitting area, “I wonder where she’s from?” Came a mere curious question from one corner.

“Must be… hard— starting school as a fifth-year.” A snicker, as if her being sorted into Ravenclaw would end up being a disadvantage to her fellow Housemates.

It was times like these that Beatrice was thankful that she’d yet to grasp Legilimency, lest she be hearing more “thoughts” other than ones spoken voluntarily.

Spotting the reflective light bouncing off a telescope, she came closer to greet Amit, seeing him proved to be more insightful as he happily shared the view from his lens, “Astronomy is required for all fifth-years, you’ll surely be enthralled with the tower. Plus, with a quality telescope, you’ll get to see constellations you’ve never even dreamed of!”

Satisfied with having exchanged pleasantries with some of her housemates, Beatrice was all too relieved to spot Samantha as she fretted over a pot of Dittany, “Great golden gobstones! I sure hope you’ll be able to thrive here.”

“Golden gobstones sure sound great!” Beatrice greeted as she came closer.

“My own little expression.” Samantha smiled upon seeing her, “I was just about to check on you after this. Oh! Here, I brought this up for you.” She said, handing Beatrice a paper bag. “Can’t start classes on an empty stomach for your first day.”

“I— can’t thank you enough, Samantha. You’ve been very nice to me.” Beatrice smiled, delighted even more to pull out a blueberry muffin from inside the bag.

“Don’t mention it. I’ve only ever grown up with brothers and well… Constance just teases me whenever I “mother” her, so she says. I— hope I don’t come off as a busybody…” Samantha trailed off, shyly focusing on her Dittany pot now.

“I think it’s rather sweet of you.” The same aftertaste from Beatrice’s first bite of the muffin, matching her next words, “Like how much healing can be found in a small pot of Dittany, a little act of kindness can go a long way. You shouldn’t feel burdened for being kind, Samantha.”

She was met with a dazed, almost surprised look, before Samantha smiled graciously, “Seems like someone’s been studying up on their potion-making.” Her tone warm and teasing now.

“Professor Fig did actually teach me about Wiggenweld before term.” Beatrice replied halfway through with her muffin.

“Ah your mentor turned guardian, I heard…” Samantha thoughtfully said, now having finally decided on a place for her potted plant. “An enigma, that Fig, teaches theory yet seems to know a lot about practical Magic.”

Almost choking on her last bite, Beatrice reached for the pitcher of water nearby before she could reply, “He does know a great deal about— different forms of Magic.” She coughed in-between her words, making Samantha worriedly pat at her back.

“Well, nothing like putting all you’ve learned to the test.” Seeing how Beatrice calmed down from her sudden coughing fit, she then asked, “Care to walk to our first class together?”

Before Beatrice could agree however, one of their male housemates called out none-too kindly, “Hey there, new Ravenclaw! Professor Weasley is looking for you just outside. You best not keep her waiting.”

It was Samantha who frowned on her behalf, grumbling about Mahendra Pehlwaan and his sneering attitude. Beatrice could only shrug it off to her rather unsavory arrival to last night’s Feast, but waved good-naturedly at Samantha, “I’ll see you in our first class then.”

“I’ll see you at Charms, don’t get lost!” She waved back, watching her go.

It was a nice feeling to make good friends.

next chapter ⤜⤏

[importdnt-thoughts]

heyo

it's 2023. i just rediscovered this blog keke. i think my last post is about zoe. o_o

i'm learning how to be more positive about my life. i'm learning how i can shape my reality with my thoughts. generally i'm a pretty positive person. i am also easily influenced by others' emotions.

this year was great! i learned to love myself again. it's really a wonderful feeling. and turns out i had nothing to lose. i thought i'd start feeling bad about my past self but i don't. as in my 2021-2022 self. if anything i just feel impressed. i survived that. keke.

tomorrow i'm going to a rave with amanda and pauline.

the other day i hung out with lauren and hillary.

feels like my life is piecing together.

i have very few belongings now. or at least i'm slowly approaching that state.

i just played fortnite in my family's upstairs family room. i never really got to play console games growing up, that was more of my brother's thing. unless we were playing co-op games. then i learned to love console games right after i graduated playing with mitas and james. it felt like we were college roommates haha. good times.

then when i lived on my own + with lauren i fell in love with having my own ps4. playing black ops 4 and assassin's creed all day XP what a life. i'm a bit over those games now. i don't think i'll 100% assassin's creed. the game mechanics feel old to me now. i'll probably return to bo4 now and then. i really like the game mechanics. now i'm pretty into fortnite. it feels way more social. you can dance and buy skins and stuff to express yourself. you can also party up with friends in battle royale. my hope is to play with amanda one day, when the environment is right. idk if my family's shared space is right for that. maybe if/when i have a tv in my own space. but i keep thinking should i even have a tv in my own space? i associate that with unhealthy habits, like laying in bed for reasons other than sleeping. i almost just want a gaming room with pauline haha.

the past week i've been thinking a lot about where i want to live. i even considered living here full-time. but i change my mind. morning snuggles with p are a big part of my day xP

i wonder if it would've been better to just stay at my apartment. see? there i go again dwelling on past decisions and feeling terrible about myself. it's a really harmful habit that i wish to break. i think that should be my new years resolution: follow through with my decisions, fully and whole-heartedly. <3

in this case, i made the decision to return to my parents' to spend time with hillary and lauren, drop things off, and spend more time with family. i definitely achieved those goals.

now my next desire/expectation is to go to tomorrow's event and have fun! that's it. i will expect nothing else from the rest of the day. :P well, i have been enjoying my little routine though. i go downstairs and get coffee, then i come upstairs and do a bit of computer work, which currently is just lots of reflecting and planning. then i go on a neighborhood stroll, maybe stopping by ruskin for some playtime. then i have lunch with family. after lunch is kinda not routine yet. but that's okay. still figuring stuff out.

as i type this out i feel 14-15

i used to rant about my dad a lot on my tumblr.

recently i love my father. i see him as very human. i see him as very lovable. flawed, yes, but lovable all the same. he has a gentle heart and a strong mind. i think he has loved me as best as he could. i think there were moments where we had conflict. that's normal in any relationship...

teenage years also remind me of track. i was so happy then, actually. despite being under some form of emotional control by an SA/emotional manipulator, i loved my friends and they loved me. i felt strong and smart. i felt loved by my mom, and sometimes also my dad. i wrestled a lot with being queer. which i now theorize is just my autism actually.

oh yeah. that might be one of the biggest changes i'm facing. my identity. i think i'm autistic.

[sketchnskribbles]

To Overcome

Frightbear Crew AU [AO3]

Chapter 1: Homebound Pt 1

Word Count: 4k

Genre: Adventure, Angst, Family Angst, Found Family, Horror, Mystery, Humor

Character(s): Springtrap/William Afton, Henry Emily, Charlotte Emily, The Puppet, Marionette, Foxy, Golden Freddy, Crying Child, Evan Afton, Ballora, Jeremy Fitzgerald, Original Character(s)

Summary: The semester is almost over and the summer is coming quickly. Jennifer Acker needed to figure out what she was going to do for a job. Thankfully, her cousin calls and offers her one. Not as fortunate, she'd be helping design the props and rooms for his upcoming horror house based on all the myths and legends surrounding a particularly notorious failed restaurant chain. Despite her easily frightened nature, she accepts and is brought into a whirlwind of mystery surrounding the bloody past of Fazbear Entertainment. 

Welcome to Fazbear’s Frights, where the scares are fresh and the rabbit is out to get you.

A FnaF 3 AU, inspired by said game as well as FnaF: Security Breach

Disclaimer: I do not own anything having to do with the FNAF franchise. I merely own my own OCs and my silly little AU.

To add on, I am only aware of the basics of the incredibly confusing lore behind the games. Never have I read the books or graphic novel. My AU has its own in-universe history of my own design with hints of what could be considered the “canon” history. The series of events have been ordered to what works with my AU and personal headcanons and will be explained in bits as the main characters learn more about what happened. There will be some “miscommunication” of Fazbear’s history when certain characters give their two cents about the myths and legends. Anything spoken out of the mouth of Henry will be Certifiable FactTM. Anything out of anybody else’s mouth… *cough*William*cough*, is up to chance. But what do you expect out of a child murderer?

Any questions or want of clarification about my AU or even just to talk/theorize, don't hesitate to invade my ask box!

This chapter is a lot of world building and everything spoken about the past is merely the assumption of these certain characters.

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The door of the shared dorm room slammed shut as one Jennifer Acker flung her bag onto the end of her bed and dropped face first into the plushness of her pillow. That week had been long and hard as she struggled to do her assigned work. As well as panicked as she studied all that she could for the ever near finals tests. The semester was nearly over and she had absolutely no idea what she was planning on doing for a summer job. As sad as it was, living was expensive. Plus, she would need to save up whatever she could for any future purposes. 

Her roommate, as immaculate as ever, had planned out every step she was going to take. So, the other girl felt no pressure other than to study hard. It probably helped that she had a family well off enough to help in any finances. Harper Tobin was living the dream. Studies in the day, parties in the night. 

Jennifer had no such luck, unfortunately. Nor did she have any hard feelings over it. Her mother worked hard to keep a roof over her brother's head and food on the table. It was all on her to ensure she had what she needed for college and needs. Anything left over she typically sent in through the mail back home to help in whatever way she could.

"Hey, hon. Rough day?" Harper's voice cut through the air, clear as day, as she looked over to her drying nails at her roommate. Beautifully cut golden hair, impeccable makeup, and a color coordinated outfit. Harper truly looked the part for Legally Blonde. Most didn't look past the physical to see the truly gifted mind underneath. It was all too common for people to treat her as dumb but she'd grown to endure it. The girl had been relieved when she'd struck gold with her roommate and, dare she say, the most best friend she'd ever had.

A groan was Jennifer's answer. The brunette reluctantly turned herself around and glared wearily into the artificial lighting above.

"That bad, huh?" The other continued, blowing onto her newly coated polish.

"I both can't wait and dread when this semester is over." The brunette finally said. "Finals week is going to kill me but I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to do for the summer."

"You could always come with me. There's always some job in need of more employees back where I'm from. Plus, my family would love you. You'd fit right in." Harper's offer was sweet but Jennifer would only feel like a burden. Still, she didn't want her friend to feel bad.

"I'll think about it." She had absolutely no intention of accepting. Although, a small week trip might be in the cards if she timed things right and was able to save up enough. 

Jennifer jumped when her phone began to vibrate and ring. Picking it out of her pocket, she took one glance at the Caller ID and answered it.

"Hi Quinn, what's up?" 

Quinton Bixby was both her close childhood friend and cousin. Older than her by a year, he was the big brother she never had. Despite the fact that it had been years since his parents had decided to move them over to Oregon, they stayed as thick as thieves. From penpals to text buddies, they kept in constant touch.

"Hey there, Jenni! I was wondering if you had any plans for your summer break? If not, I have an offer that you certainly could not— nay! Should not refuse." Her eyes rolled at his exuberance. He was always the more lively and excitable of the two. There was never a moment with him that was boring. The textbook definition of "life of the party". Quinton annoyed the heck out of her but she loved him for it. If it weren't for him, she probably wouldn't be nearly as sociable as she was now.

"Okay… shoot." She immediately regretted her words when he began to make stupid little "pew, pew" noises on the other side of the line. "Oh, c'mon. Stop."

"Okay, okay." He laughed before pulling himself back together. "So, just this recently I've had the most awesome idea—"

"That's dangerous." Jenni snickered and was countered by a staticky raspberry from the other side of the line.

"Shut up. Anyways, my genius brain cooked up the most wonderful of business opportunities! Wanna guess?" 

"Not really." 

"Guess!"

"Fine, fine. You've just recently moved back to Morgan, right?" 

"Mhmm." He hummed in agreement. Sitting up, her eyes glared down at her lap as she thought hard about his supposed success. She knew that the last thing he'd been trying to get started had to do with some type of attraction or entertainment. Which was to be both expected and probably smart. Considering the majority of her hometown's revenue came from its parks and other fun activities. If he could figure out his own perfect niche, he'd probably be set. There was lots of money for such things in Morgan City. What was something that she felt her hometown could probably benefit from? 

"I don't think we have a go-kart arena. Maybe… a cool little mini golf course? Those sound fun and right up your alley."

"No, no. But both are valid." There was something thoughtful in his tone. "Although, they don't sound half bad, either. Gotta remember to include you into the think tank, squirt."

"I'm only a year younger than you. Where'd "squirt" come from, old man?" Jennifer bit back with a laugh. Her cousin gave out another raspberry. Something that he always did when struggling for a response. She certainly missed him and his antics. "Okay, okay. What was your oh-so-amazing latest business venture?"

"Imagine it!" His voice took on his best attempt at an announcer's tone and, honestly, he wasn't half bad. "Freddy's Frights! The place where your nightmares become reality!"

"Ugh, what?" Her nose crinkled in distaste. "Like some scary haunted mansion thing? You know how I get about that."

Unbeknownst to her, Harper had perked up on the other side of the room. Intrigued, the blonde walked over and decided to perch onto her roommate's bed. Jennifer silently scooted over to give her more room until both were leaning against the wall side by side, their feet hanging off the side. The phone was placed on speaker.

"I know. But this place doesn't have much to come by for things like that. I mean, maybe the school and local church does some childish spooky mazes and stuff during October but… what about the teenagers? It'd be a gold mine of taking advantage of the hilarious teen affinity for dares."

"Okay, but Freddy? Like Freddy Krueger? The guy who murders a whole camp of people in that one movie?" At Jennifer's words Harper covered her mouth with a giggle. The brunette gave her a sharp glare and poked her with an elbow.

"Wow. That was all sorts of wrong." Quinton huffed. "First off: Freddy Krueger is the one who kills people through their dreams. You're thinking of Jason Voorhees."

"Whatever." She frowned and ignored another round of chortles beside her. "You're the horror enthusiast, not me. I couldn't even last a second in our favorite Pumpkin Patch's "haunted castle" attraction."

That caused him to laugh. She could imagine him pretending to wipe away a tear. If she could, she'd punch him.

"Look, I'm just in need of someone to oversee props and design. You won't even be heavily involved in any of the "scary stuff". I need someone really good with the creative aspect and, well, Jenni you are really good with stuff like that."

As flattered as she was, that didn't stop the angry twisting in her gut.

"I figure that it wouldn't be as bad for you because you'd be the one behind the scenes, making it happen! You'd even be paid." He continued to plead at her prolonged silence.

"You really want me on this with you." Jenni softened up considerably, mulling it over. 

"Well, of course. We do everything together. The dream team!"

"We haven't properly seen each other in years, Quinn." She argued but reluctantly gave way. Unconsciously, she messed with the sleeve of her shirt. "I'll think about it." 

"That's all I could ask for." He sighed.

"Going back a couple steps… you said "Freddy's Frights. There's only one other Freddy I know..." The brunette cringed and hoped she was wrong. Probably the one thing that marred her city’s background. It created an entire phobia of animal-esque robots out of the majority of its citizens. It was both a source of gossip and fear. It was honestly surprising that no one had used that to their entrepreneurial advantage before.

"Now you've got it! Freddy Fazbear. Honestly, the name's still pending. Your bout of confusion was a good eye opener." 

"Freddy Fazbear?" Harper blurted out in confusion, then gasped and covered her mouth again. She hadn't meant to speak up. Her eyes glanced over to Jennifer as if checking to see if she overstepped her bounds.

"Oh, hello!" Jennifer's cousin happily greeted. Count on him to be excited to make a new friend. 

"Hi…" The blonde nervously waved despite the fact that Quinton couldn't possibly see it. Jennifer smiled.

"It's always good to see —or in this case hear— a new pal. You must be, Harper. Jenni's roommate that she talks so much about. How are you doing?"

"You must be Quinton, her favorite cousin. It's been a pretty nice day today. Cloudless and sunny, but with a cool breeze to balance it all out." She happily reported before her previous confusion took over. "Now who's "Freddy Fazbear"? What's that all about?"

"Oh, no." The brunette rolled her eyes and groaned. Harper shot her friend a confused glance before focusing back on the phone when a hyper giggle sounded out from its speakers.

"Now, do I have a story for you! One of terror and tragedy." Her cousin's "spooky voice" along with his addition of sound effects did little in soothing Jennifer's rising irritation. On the other hand, the goofiness only served to make the blonde smile. Her roommate's cousin seemed like a fun guy to be around and she hoped that maybe one day she'd get to meet him in person. "A long time ago, in the year of 1974, a fun little restaurant known as Fredbear's Family Diner opened up. This diner, however, wasn't like any other. No, the owners of this fine establishment were mechanical geniuses and wished to bring fun and joy into the lives of all the kids of Morgan City. By doing this they came with the fantastical idea of creating animatronics that could also shift into wearable suits."

"Wait, what?" Harper blinked. Jennifer also raised an eyebrow. The brunette had known that they were animal-based robots, but they were also wearable? That… was actually impressive.

"How does that work exactly?" Jennifer asked. "It kind of sounds like something that came out of a fiction novel or comic book."

"Obviously, I'm not entirely certain on the details but from things I've looked up, they're sometimes called "springlock suits". I guess there was a special crank that you could connect to one of the gears and by turning the handle, it would essentially shift parts of the inner mechanics to give enough room for someone to wear."

"That actually sounds really cool. Also, kind of creepy. I don't think I'd want to be in such a small space with working robot parts." The blonde shuddered. "Although, I am kind of surprised that this is apparently something that can actually be done, yet this is the first I've heard of it."

"It's actually apparently pretty dangerous. According to Henry Emily -one of the two men that created these suits-, his partner and co-owner, William Afton, died due to a "springlock error". I guess even a drop of water onto one of the springs could cause all the parts to snap back into place and, well… squish." Harper looked at Jennifer in horror. She only looked back, just the same. "In fact, the owners were quite aware of this flaw. So, they made sure that they were the only ones allowed to wear them."

"And you're sure this is all real? Not some made up story?" The brunette bit her lip. 

"Oh, yeah. I've actually gotten lunch with Mr. Emily and he showed me the blueprints for these things. Heck, he even invited me over one day to his house to get a good look at his old Fredbear suit."

"You've gotten lunch with this guy?" Harper's jaw dropped. "That's so cool!"

"Hah, yeah. I kind of need his permission in order to make my horror house based on his old diner a reality."

"That makes sense." The blonde nodded. "So, what, your place is going to be based on that Afton guy's death?"

"It's actually based on the stories of the animatronics going crazy in the night, after they had a remodel."

"Okay, I'm lost again." Harper sighed, causing her roommate to giggle.

"And back to the story! The animatronics they created were designed in the form of a lovable duo, a bunny and a bear. The bunny, Springbonnie, was a natural at the banjo. While Fredbear had an amazing voice. It didn't take very long at all for the town to catch wind of this new hoppin' dive and soon the place was packed nearly all days of the week. 

"Everyone wanted to get a peek at the robots who could not only perform on the stage but move around and even interact! The popularity didn't even stop there. People that were only visiting sent word back home about these fantastical machines and would come back with friends and family. Heck, they had even made the news!

"Afton and Emily couldn't have possibly asked for anything better. Except, just a year later, Afton had gotten married and eventually had a child. A couple years later, Emily had adopted a baby of his own. It was truly a joyous time for the Emily-Afton family."

"Aw, this is actually a really nice story." Harper cut in with a bewildered smile. 

"Just wait." Jennifer muttered with a sullen frown. "Things will start to get really muddled and confused, from years of rumor and here-say."

"You know about this?" The blonde tilted her head.

"Everyone who's lived in Morgan, Utah all their lives like us knows this story. Multiple versions really."

"Ah."

"Anyway, like Jenni said, things will start to get hazy. However, all can agree that underneath all the cute happiness and cheer, there was a darkness to the place. You see, it all started with the Bite of '83."

"The what?!" Harper rasped out with a shrill.

"The Bite of '83. Where a lone child was happily watching the robots sing their programmed songs, as all the other children and adults were off doing their thing." Jennifer wrapped her arms tightly to her person with a frown. "When suddenly Fredbear bends over and just chomps down on this poor kid's head!"

"Nuh-uh, no way!" The blonde gasps and covers her ears. "That's so freaky, what the heck?! This actually happened?"

"Oh, yeah. The Bite happened for sure. There's old newspaper clippings and other stuff about it. I even tried to clarify it with Mr. Emily. He said yes but wouldn't go into detail about it. His eyes gained a haunted look to them, I'm pretty sure he was there that day."

"That poor man. Must have been so hard to see that." Harper shook her head. Then a crease appeared between her brows. "How could that have possibly happened, though? They wouldn't be programmed to do such a thing, right?"

"That's a good point. It kind of sounds deliberate, huh?" The brunette hummed thoughtfully.

"Well, no matter how it happened, it did. And the kid died a few days later due to medical complications." 

Jennifer gave Harper's shoulder a comforting squeeze when she saw tears begin to well up in the other's eyes. The blonde always had such a huge heart for people. 

"And with that horrifying incident on the forefront of everyone's minds, Fredbear's Family Diner was forced to shut down. Nobody wanted to come back and possibly become another victim to the bear.

"Until four years later… by the time 1987 came around, people had mostly forgotten about the Bite of '83. Save for parents who wished to use it as a warning tale to frighten children into some common sense. The owners, previously downtrodden by the harsh words of the public, refused to be entirely beaten down. They quickly got to work and decided to completely relocate.

"A chain link fence was put up in a newly bought plot of land, construction vehicles of all sorts drove in and out. People were beginning to talk. Many were beginning to even get excited. The older kids had started to regal the younger about their memories of an amazing place filled with yummy food and singing animals. The residents of Morgan were actually excited.

"Then it finally came: Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. And this new place had not two, not three, but four animatronics."

"Where did "Fazbear" even come from?" The blonde wrinkled her nose. Jennifer only smirked and shrugged.

"Good question. Haven't the slightest, it just is."

"Alright then. Continue."

"Where was I— that's right. Fredbear and Springbonnie were things of the past! In their place were Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie Bunny, Chica Chicken, and the dread pirate Foxy."

"I thought it was Captain Foxy?" The brunette interrupted her cousin.

"Nah, there was this whole thing where the fox would simply call all the kids "captain" and declare himself their "First Mate".

"Oh."

"That's actually pretty cute." Harper smiled. "Man, I know it ends badly but I kind of wish I got the chance to visit during its prime."

"Same. And the kids were absolutely wild about Freddy's pizza. If people hadn't yet forgotten about the incident, they certainly did upon viewing the unadulterated joy on their kids' faces. Unfortunately, this wasn't anywhere near the end of the terror. As not too long after reopening, there began to be a series of missing children reports. 

Now, one probably wouldn't normally attribute a pizza parlor to child theft. Except that there came a point in the investigation that they realized all the cases had one thing in common. They had all been there during the Bite of '83."

"Shut. Up." Harper squealed, hiking her knees up to her chest. "You're sure you aren't just reading the plot of some horror film?"

"Couldn't make it up if I tried." Quinton chuckled. "Now, it was at this point in time where the investigation was then taken to Freddy's. One night, after closing, they searched the place high and low. Within every crevice they could. There was nothing. The place was clean. Though those sent to search admitted to getting a sick feeling in their stomach, as if they were doused in fear. 

"Ew, like they could sense something was wrong?" At Harper's words, Jennifer decided to scoot closer and cling to her roommate's arm. No longer comfortable. Was it just her or was the room darker than it was before? 

"Not only that but the next night after they searched, the pizzeria's night guard came screaming into the station about haunted animatronics trying to kill him. He had long gouges going down his arms that looked like they came from claws and his shoulder looked like something decided to take a bite out of him."

"No…" Jennifer's skin was beginning to crawl. She was definitely reaching her limit. "Okay, we're done! Long story short: the robots were normal during the day but rabid by night. They'd constantly be trying to kill the night guards. Many liked to think that it was the vengeful ghosts of the kids that were killed. That theory is disbanded by the now released police statements explaining how Mr. Afton had been attempting to make a security-mode feature in the robots, which didn't read the guards on shift as "friendly". Which then leads into the Bite of '87, where a security guard lost his frontal lobe to one of those things."

Jennifer sucked in a deep breath, then flinched when she realized that Harper was gaping at her. There was also a thick silence from the phone. 

"...I thought Afton had died from the original Bonnie suit?" Harper asked, feeling some pity well up at the jittery mess that was her friend. 

"Sorry, no. He did but not until after the reopening. I'm not entirely certain why but he had decided at one point to place on the old suit and then squish."

"Please stop saying that." The brunette ran a hand down her face. She was mortified at her outburst but thankful it was over. And it was, she'd make sure of it. "You see, this is why I don't think I'd be cut out for outfitting your horror house. I can't even handle the story."

"It'd probably be no different than going on a movie set of a scene in the imagined future of a Terminator movie. At least, that's how I view it in my head… plus, y'know. Some blood and gore or something."

She sighed and slumped, rolling her eyes. Harper gave her a tiny nudge with a smile.

"You should try it before you quit. It's not everyday you get to do something as exciting as design pieces for a horror house. I mean, you love being creative! The fact that it's out of your comfort zone should make you feel thrilled. It'd be a challenge, for sure."

"You should listen to your roommate, Jenni. She's obviously smart." Her cousin added unhelpfully.

"...I'm keeping my answer at: I'll think about it." Jennifer gave a pout.

"Okay, I have one more question about the story— if you're okay with that!" Harper put up her hands in the air in an effort to fend off the glare she received.

"I'm okay with it!" 

Jennifer's glare moved to the phone.

"Did they ever figure out what happened to the kids?"

"Nope. Not even a single strand of hair was found. Just. Vanished. The children were no more. It's probably both the biggest mystery and calamity of our city."

"That's so awful." Harper wiped underneath one of her eyes. With a sniff she gave the phone a curious glance. "How do you know all of this, anyway? That was a lot of information."

"Ha. Ever since Quinn learned about the story of Freddy's, he's been obsessed with paranormal stuff. Our family used to do a camping trip every year and he'd always insist on going Bigfoot hunting with me or something." The brunette shook her head with a fond smile. "He'd always tell me every crazy story he came across, no matter how much I told him to stop."

"Not my fault you're a big baby."

"Not my fault you're so weird!"

Quinn blew a raspberry, which sounded staticky coming out of the speakers. This caused the girl's to laugh. Not too long after that, Harper had said her goodbyes and made to get ready for bed. After a little bit more catching up, Jennifer said her own goodbye and hung up the phone.

"He seems really nice." Harper stated as she walked out of the bathroom. She was brushing her hair. Jennifer, herself, had just finished getting dressed and was fluffing up her pillow.

"He's probably one of the nicest people you could ever meet. I don't know if he's even capable of being mean." The brunette stopped and then blinked. "No, wait. Nevermind. He used to throw sticks at me and I knew to stay away whenever he had gum, because he'd try to stick it into my hair when he was finished chewing it."

The blonde laughed hard at that and wondered why the world couldn't have let her meet these two sooner. They were so… lively and fun. She was just glad they were in her life now.

The two crawled into their bed, lights now out. After a beat Jennifer turned over and faced where she knew Harper's bed was.

"Hey." She whispered despite the fact that they were the only two in the room. "Would it be weird if I asked if I could sleep over there? I don't think I'm going to be able to keep from thinking about...uh…"

"Hop in, fam." She didn't even hesitate in her answer. She tugged up the covers and it wasn't long until her best friend was snuggled up right next to her.

"Goodnight."

"Night, hun."

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Robin//two queens in a king sized bed

hey! happy holidays gays!! and to everyone who doesn’t celebrate christmas, i hope you’re having an amazing day!! this is based off ‘two queens in a king sized bed’ by girl in red. because i heard it and instantly fell in love. enjoy!!

The snow falls lazily outside the comforts of Robin’s bedroom. Snowflakes float on the soft breeze, adding to the white blanket that’s enveloped the entire town. It sparkles in the moonlight, making the entire street look magical. 

But neither you or Robin care. You pull the garish blue and green comforter further over your head and Robin cuddles closer to you. Her toes wiggle against your legs making you squeak in surprise at the coldness, and when you force an eye open to look at her, she just sends you an innocent look back. 

You shift until you’re on your back and Robin takes the opportunity to rest her head on your chest and wrap a loving arm around your waist. The soft fabric of her your shirt reminds her of being back at college. Where the two of you can cuddle in bed without having to also be on high alert that someone could walk in. You can lock the doors to your shared dorm, but you can’t lock a bedroom door.

Even if she could, her mom would just sacrifice a pin from her hair and pick the lock. Robin sometimes likes to theorize that in a past life her mom was a spy. It makes sense, she can pick locks far too quickly for a normal stay at home mom, and she has an incredible habit of finding things that Robin has carefully hidden. 

She wishes you were back at college. She was going to stay after learning you weren’t going back to your own parents for the holidays. She was so looking forward to spending an entire two weeks with you. Nobody else around just the two of you having the whole campus to explore together. She could kiss you underneath street lamps in the snow, or while hiding in the corner of dark clubs that smell of sweat and weed, and she wouldn’t have to check if anyone was around and watching as many times as she usually does. 

But then she told her mom, and before she’d even finished her sentence she was adamant that her only daughter was going to be staying on some college campus by herself for two weeks. She thought telling her about you, about how the new friend she’d made was going to be alone over Christmas so she was just being a good person and offering to stay. 

Yeah, Robin’s made some mistakes in her time. Following Harrington into that elevator was one of them, but this was definitely the biggest. Her mom had pestered her for a week after about how she could bring you home and then it’s a win-win, and after some persuasion and promise to buy you anything you wanted, you finally agreed. Even if it was funny to watch Robin try to avoid her mothers phone calls, and the two visits to your dorm. 

She sighs deeply and runs a light finger over the exposed part of your stomach. You move slightly, but don’t tell her stop and when she looks up, she sees a gentle smile ghosting your lips. 

Her head leans against your chest again and she listens to your steady heartbeat while you listen to her parents clatter about downstairs. 

Mrs Buckley decided on preparing some of tomorrow’s dinner tonight. She has a lot of guests coming over tomorrow so she wanted everything to be perfect. However when you hear a loud crash and not so muffled curse, you figure she’s starting to regret that decision. 

You let out a short laugh that shakes Robin and she sits up surprised. 

“Are you laughing at my parents miss-fortune?” She asks, raising an eyebrow and staring down at you. 

“Yes.” You reply bluntly making her snort a laugh. 

“Good.” She replies. “She deserves it for dragging us back. I’ve been trying for so long to get away from this stupid town. But every time I seem to make it far enough away, it always manages to drag me back.” She huffs and you see pain flash through her eyes. 

Her fingers pick at the sheet underneath you and you watch as she struggles with something. A small war has just started in her own head and you can see her battling on both sides. 

“Hey, hey.” Your voice is as gentle as it can be as you sit up. You rest a hand against her cheek and she slowly raises her head to look at her. She’s biting her lip, a coping mechanism to stop her from crying. “It’s okay.” You soothe and wipe underneath her eyes. The wetness from her cheeks dulls the perfectly disorganized splay of freckles that litter her face and that alone makes a sadness settle in your chest.

A stray eyelash catches your finger and you hold it up to her lips. She looks between you and your finger and a teary smile pulls at her lips

“Make a wish.” You whisper and she closes her eyes, letting another tear roll down her face and land on her crossed legs. But she leans forward anyway and you watch as she scrunches her face up in concentration before blowing lightly. 

“You’re okay Robin.” You reassure her once her eyes are open again. It takes a minute for her to calm down, but soon she slowly lies down again. You follow suit and wrap your arms around her, pulling her tight to her chest.

“What did you wish for?” You ask curiously and she sends you a look. 

“None of your business.” She mumbles. 

“I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” You beg and she rolls her eyes. 

“Fine, I wished for a less annoying girlfriend.” She glares at you but you just grin back at her. 

“Ha! Jokes on you because now you’ve told me it won’t come true.”

“Damn.” 

Of course that isn’t what she wished for. She’s going to keep her real wish locked away safely in order for it to come true. She wished for another Christmas like this with you, and then she wished for all of them afterwards. She settles back into your chest and smiles contently. 

“If I knew I’d get this view, I’d have gotten upset a whole lot more.” She teases, her voice raspy from the tears, but you can tell she’s smiling and it makes you roll your eyes. 

“Shut up.” You giggle. “And go to sleep. Otherwise Santa won’t come.” 

“Excuse me. I’ve been very good all year. He most definitely will...otherwise he’ll have the wrath of my mother to deal with.” 

“Yikes.” You say. 

“Exactly.” She mumbles against your chest. Your eyes flutter shut and thoughts of what the the next few days hold rattle around in your head. Robin’s told you about her mom’s brother and his second wife. They only properly got together 6 months ago, but she’s 8 months pregnant so you can do the math. 

You wonder if Robin’s grandparents are going to be as nice as she’s told you. A lot of Robin’s happiest memories come from hanging out with her grandparents, specifically her grandfather and you’re excited to meet them. But with that excitement, there’s also a sense of nervousness bubbling underneath it. 

You may be meeting them just as Robin’s friend and roommate, but that doesn’t mean you don’t want them to like you any less. You want to see Robin happy, and to be happy, her family has to like you, even if she’s told you countless of times she doesn’t care what they think of you. 

An alarm rings beside your head and your eyes snap open, a small part of you worries it’s already time to get up and if thats the case you’re not at all prepared. But then Robin rolls over and slaps the top of her alarm clock with far too much force for any normal person. You close your eyes again and wait for her to lie back down, but she doesn’t, and you can feel her staring at you. 

“Can I help you?” You ask, refusing to open your eyes as an act of protest. 

“Merry Christmas.” She replies and you can sense the grin she has. The tiredness from Robin’s tour of Hawkins has finally hit you. The highlights were ‘and this is the mall that i burnt down, but if anybody asks, it wasn’t me’ and ‘oh, thats where me and dingus used to work.’ 

The smile on her face while you were stood outside of Family Video was bittersweet. Steve moved out of Hawkins almost as soon as Robin did. And even though she was of course happy that he was finally getting away from all the shit this town had given him, a part of her was sad that he would no longer be here when she came back.

You may be tired. But it doesn’t mean you ever want to miss an opportunity see Robin Buckley smile. It’s a sight that you think everyone should see at least once. It fills your entire body with warmth and light and no matter how you’re feeling it’s guaranteed to cheer you up just a little. The only problem is, is that no matter how hard you try to capture it in a photograph, it just never seems to do it justice. There’s nothing quite like seeing the real thing. 

So you open your eyes and sure enough you feel yourself relax at the sight of your girlfriend smiling above you. Her short hair falls down around here face and you reach a hand up to tuck a few strands behind her ear. 

“Are you blushing?” You tease making her roll her eyes at you.

“No.” She crosses her arms while pouting at you. “Again...Merry Christmas.” 

“Merry Christmas.” You reply, a gentle smile settling on your lips and you watch her face light up. 

She throws herself back down against the mattress making the old springs creak a little, and when she’s comfy enough, turned on her side so she can face you and propping her head up with her hand, she waggles her eyebrows playfully. 

“Not gonna happen.” You say. “I don’t want to be on Santa’s naughty list.” 

“Prude.” She mumbles and you let an offended huff. 

Her fingers skate gently down the side of your face, they trace the curve and bumps until finally she cups your cheek and tugs lightly until your facing her. 

“Can I kiss you?” She whispers and a playful smile tugs at your lips and now it’s your turn to blush. 

She hovers above you, her lips are parted while she waits for an answer and you’re sure its a mix of the slightly dim light and the thoughts clouding your mind, but they’re looking very kissable. It feels like she’s peering into your soul and you start to feel a little exposed, especially when the hand that was on your cheek moves further down. It traces your collarbones and leaves a trail of fire wherever it goes. 

“Do you have any mistletoe?” You ask after definitely far too long of just looking at her. Taking all of her in is impossible to do. There’s so much to Robin that you’d need a lifetime to notice every single thing, but you hope more than anything that that’s what you’re going to get.  

She pulls her eyes away from you, glancing up at the wooden bed frame before looking back at you and shaking her head. 

“Sorry.” She shrugs, her voice raspy and it makes your head dizzy. “But can I kiss you anyway?” She asks and you slowly nod your head. 

Her hand travels back to your face, her fingers curl around your cheek making them feel hotter than they already were. Her eyes flutter closed and you follow suit. You crane your head up to meet her halfway, bumping your nose against hers and the two of you giggle quietly in the moonlight. 

But you can’t wait anymore, you need to feel her, to have her. You just need her. So you cut her laughter off with a chaste kiss and she instantly relaxes against you. She’s kissing you back instantly, not giving you a chance to pull back and her lips a soft against yours, so soft that they make your head spin and your heart hammer in your chest. And even though you’ve kissed her countless of  times before, there’s something special about this one. 

She moves to sit on your lap and you sit up to make it easier for her. You hands fall to her hips and she cups both your cheeks, pulling you impossibly further into her. 

She’s the first to pull away, but you chase her for a few seconds making her smile at you so lovingly you feel like your chest is going to implode. She looks at you like you can give her the moon, the stars and the rest of the universe. 

She looks at you like she’s known you you’re entire life, despite it only being four months, but most importantly she looks at you like you’re the most special human being on the planet. 

And to her, you are. You always will be, she can feel it. She felt it the day she met you. 

Her parents had left her stood on the curb outside the main building, her dad wanted to beat the traffic back and her mom was too busy sobbing to do anything about it. 

Robin very rarely feels anxious, the last time she felt this sort of nervousness was when she was throwing fireworks in a burning mall. The feeling crawls up her throat until it settles in a lump she can’t seem to swallow. 

But then you appeared, with your bright smile and kind eyes. And you introduced yourself and she’s never heard a prettier name. Your fingers brushed against hers when you shook her head and she felt her brain short-circuit.

You offered to help her carry her things to her room, and she hoped you’d be roommates, you had a warmth about you that made her feel safe. And she remembers the smile that graced your lips when you realized you were in fact roommates. She doesn’t think she’ll ever forget it...not that she really wants to. 

It’s weird to think how much one person can mean to you. How you can go from strangers to them being the most important person in your life in a matter of months. It’s weird to think that all of sudden they’re the only thing on your mind, the highlight of your day, the person you’d give everything to even if you did only have a little.

When you look at Robin, all those little thoughts swarm your entire being. The thought that you’ve found someone to share your life with fills you with so much excitement. All your time is going to spent on her. Talking to her, thinking about her...loving her. 

She kisses you again, this time it’s much slower, but it doesn’t mean it leaves you any less breathless and when she pulls away to lie back down, you feel a certain kind of cold settle in your bones.

Her legs tangle with yours and you wrap an arm around her. Her head rests against your chest, and even though her chin is slightly uncomfortable, you don’t mind. 

The closer she is the better, so no matter how uncomfortable you are, you’ll stay right here forever, until forever disappears and you’re both left with nothing but each other. 

[mika-meowz]

*SLAMS HANDS ON TABLE*

5 PAGE ESSAY SUMARRY THINGG ON OUTCASTS HERE WE FUCKIN GO

So, let’s start with our main, beginner characters. We have Miggy, a dream man with a Kermit voice who is owner and manager of the Big Time Big Top, who can also have a short temper. (More on that later.) Next, there’s Isaac Bluu, an amazing triangle boyo who, in my opinion, seems pretty chill and adorable. He works at the Big Time Big Top as a fire dancer. I love him and I think his species is Isrep? Up next, we have 8-Ball, a mutated human who is haunted by the spirit of his sister whom he had to pull the plug on since she was dying of a disease called ‘Red Plague’ and 8-Ball didn’t have money. 8-Ball’s real name is Kenny! 8-Ball was a nickname given to him by his sister, Queen. He also works at the Big Time Big Top as a magician. And now, Giuseppe. Holy hell, do I ever love him. Giuseppe is an adorable, big, 4-year-old slime boy. He’s very energetic and if someone hurts him, I will s c r e e. He also works at the Big Time Big Top as a contortionist and has an adorable slime puppy names Giorgio, if I remember correctly. And lastly (for the time being,) we have Bojanny Bunny. I’m personally not a big fan of him but here’s info nonetheless. Bojanny is actually a dead rabbit possessed by some kind of demon.. rabbit.. thing?? He is a trapeze artist.

Now, moving onto the story. We start off with Miggy waking everyone up and talking about a festival, (which, to my knowledge, is like when they preform.) and we also learn that Isaac and 8-Ball have a rivalry going on. Miggy assigns everyone their tasks to prepare for the festival before leaving. 8-Ball is simply told to practice his act, so he decides to go find something entertaining to do so he can distract himself from his grief over Queen. He decides to go to the Fun-House, which doesn’t go too smoothly. He ain’t very entertained and can’t really go down the slide since his skin is apparently like ‘pencil grip.’ Isaac walks over and asks what’s going on since 8-Ball not being able to slide made a loud screech. 8-Ball gives a vague explanation as to what’s going on, resulting in Isaac saying, “You’re STILL depressed??”

yeah and that’s as far as I got from there so tkmeskip or something and we find everyone aside from Isaac and Miggy outside. Isaac opens the window of his trailer and basically yells at them to stfu. Turns out, everyone is excited over a new member possibly joining the Big Top. And here we find our new buddy, No-Soul. Except he doesn’t have that name just yet. We don’t know his name right now, if he has one. One thing we do know, is that he has a thick Russian accent. He is soon given his name by Isaac. He’s then asked what kind of acts he can do, and he says he can possess people. He demonstrates on our unwilling friend 8-Ball, to which everyone freaks out over. Especially seeing as he basically snapped 8-Ball’s back. Luckily, our mutated pal survived, but did throw up his usual pink-purple goop a lot. Later on, Miggy finds out, and this is where his temper goes flying. He drags 8-Ball to a private conversation, and proceeds to lose it. Turns out, No-Soul is from a place called Zlo, and Miggy happens to have a big grudge against anyone from Zlo. Miggy tells 8-Ball to get No-Soul to leave. 8-Ball breaks the news to No-Soul and Isaac says he’ll guide No-Soul off the property. Since everyone was able to hear Miggy’s snap, Isaac proceeds to rant about how unfair it is that No-Soul has to leave because of Miggy’s grudge. Then, the two decide that No-Soul can sneakily stay in the empty trailer, so they set that up and hang out together. They bond and we learn that Isaac is the big gay for No-Soul. And it looks like No-Soul is the big gay too.

Later on, 8-Ball finds out and teases the hell out of Isaac about it, and also ends up hanging out with him and No-Soul. No-Soul says that the two should make up and try to be friends, so the two sit down and talk about why they don’t like eachother, then come to a truce. No-Soul is very happy about this and they all continue to hang out.

No-Soul also helps 8-Ball with his grief and together they managed to let Queen’s spirit rest.

Now, moving on, we have another new face showing up, Ringo the clown! He had fallen into a coma, but woke up and returned to the circus. Turns out, he was good friends with Giuseppe, Bojanny, and Miggy! There’s a sweet little reunion but unfortunately, Bojanny kicks Isaac out of their shared trailer because Bojanny wants to be roommates with Ringo instead, and he isn’t nice about it. 8-Ball helps Isaac move in with No-Soul and later on, he has a talk with Ringo. 8-Ball mentions how Miggy snapped at him for letting No-Soul join the circus. Ringo goes on to explain that Miggy actually had a brother and the two sort of.. merged when they were born.

This brother’s name is Muggy, and he is a nightmare, I believe. Quite literally. He’s pretty creepy and he’s constantly on the surface of Miggy’s skin, which is the reason Miggy keeps his eyes closed and wears gloves. Ringo then has a conversation with Muggy, telling him that he shouldn’t go losing his temper on the other performers like he did with 8-Ball. For the next while, Ringo hangs out with Miggy all the way up to the festival.

Once the festival arrives, everyone is set to perform and Giuseppe’s favorite actor/cartoon, Looney Leo, shows up hosting for the radio. Giuseppe fanboys and befriends Leo before leaving out of being too nervous to talk to the ‘thousands of fans’ that we’re listening on the radio. He then calms down by talking to Giorgio and goes on to perform. During 8-Ball’s performance, 8-Ball slips into this heavy grief state or Queen starts messing with him or something since this is before Queen is put to rest. 8-Ball passes out for 3 days.

A little later, Bojanny and Ringo decide to do a special performance together. Bojanny rides a unicycle across a tight rope while Ringo sits on his shoulders, juggling knives. Unfortunately, the act goes horribly wrong, and Bojanny slips off the tightrope, causing both him and Ringo to fall. He tries to hold on while Isaac and 8-Ball try to get the mattress underneath the two to cushion the landing but sadly, they just barely don’t move in time, and Bojanny and Ringo plummet to their death. Miggy is taken to court, where he pleads guilty, and gives the Big Time Big Top to 8-Ball.

Now, I’m not entirely sure where this bit fits in but I think it’s somewhere around here???

Anyways, No-Soul had watched Isaac’s performance at the festival and learned that Isaac sometimes wore girly clothes. This goes against a strict rule or something from where No-Soul lived, so he decides to leave. He gets Isaac to meet him, and tells him that he doesn’t feel the same way Isaac does about him. Isaac is obviously heartbroken, and No-Soul leaves, leaving behind a black and red flower. On the brighter side, Isaac ends up with 8-Ball and I love them so much!!

Not too much later, though, Isaac learns that Giuseppe wants to run away. He’s sad because everyone’s been leaving and dying. He’s also sad because 8-Ball kept referring to him as ‘Queen’ and (I can only assume-) not acknowledging him for who he is. Isaac does his best to comfort Giuseppe. 8-Ball soon walks over and finds out that Giuseppe wants to leave and why he’s sad, then does his best to apologize and comfort Giuseppe. Giuseppe sort of falls apart (not really, don’t worry,) and says that he doesn’t like the feelings he’s having and wishes he was dead like Bojanny, Ringo and Queen. Isaac and 8-Ball continue to comfort and take care of Giuseppe until he feels better and they all have this big, adorable group hug that warms my heart.

Then, they all start making plans to work on the Big Time Big Top and put up ‘Help Wanted’ posters to get new employees. The comic ends with a strange man and a dog looking at one of the posters.

A lot of people have been theorizing that this dog is Bojanny- or Bo- since earlier in the comic, when the demon bunny thing takes a short break from possessing Bojanny, he mentions to Ringo that he was thinking about possessing a German shepherd in the area. I honestly don’t know if this has been confirmed but it wouldn’t surprise me if it was true.

And you wanna know something else that’s great about this series??

First of all, it’s made by an incredibly talented artist

but also, you can make your own OC’s and spin-off continuation of the comic!!

I hope you enjoyed this nearly 5 page essay thing!!

(Its 4.6 pages so I guess if you round up, it’s 5)

ALSO NO, I AM NOT READING THIS OVER BECAUSE IM LAZY

@hesitant-ghost @trashfox492

[lefthanded-sans]

I was wondering.... what are your headcanons for the ages of Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, Asgore, Toriel, Frisk, Chara, Asriel and MTT?

Ooh, this is a very fun topic! In one of my fanfictions that I still haven’t posted online, I tried to do some timeline reconstruction and came up with dates. Not all the dates were 100% what I feel like would happen in Undertale (certain plot events needed to happen at certain times, so I aged Alphys up to 32), so I’ll tweak them for the purpose of being close to what I feel might decently align with UT canon:

1981 Sans born1986 Alphys born (a little early, but that was to fit with my fic’s events)1991 Undyne born1995 Papyrus born1998 Sans starts college2002 Sans starts PhD2007 Sans earns PhD2010 Gaster dies2012 Alphys “makes” Mettaton2013 Papyrus graduates high school2013 Alphys becomes Royal Scientist2015 Frisk arrives

By these dates, I have Sans at 34, Alphys at 29, Undyne at 24, and Papyrus at 19. Yes, thirteen and a half year age gap between Skelebros - will explain below. Not mentioned in your question, but if you’re curious, I had Gaster die at 54 in my fic.

Papyrus: 17-22 (broadly); prefer 19.5

I believe that Papyrus is a young adult, but only just a young adult. Papyrus has an energetic eagerness that belies youth, and arguably seems less knowledgeable about day-to-day living… but at the same time, he is old enough to be a candidate for the monarch position in the Neutral Ending.

Papyrus’ age is often talked about in reference to his online username, coolskeleton95, which as some have theorized gives his birthdate as 1995 (0r 2095, I suppose, if you hold to UT-in-the-future theories). Undertale was released in 2015, and although the game’s calendars refer to dates as 201X, the point still stands that 201X means that the game is supposed to hit at the present time as you are most likely playing the game. So that means somewhere around 2015 is a great date to “estimate” how old Papyrus is, in which case, he’s nineteen or twenty in the game. Arguably, you could drop his age even lower because Undertale was in development for several years, so technically Undertale could take place before 2015. That’s why I’m giving the broader “okay” range of 17-22. But I like nineteen and a half best.

It’s to note that Papyrus’ personality suggests that he is fairly youthful. It’s not just that he seems to be eager and, depending on your interpretation of his character, naive. His personality also seems to meld with the psychological profile of a teenager. Papyrus is psychologically struggling in the areas that lots of teenagers undergo: the desire to fit in, be popular, do what’s cool, be liked by everyone, and have enjoyable social interactions with others. From my experience (as someone who is 24), by the time an individual reaches their mid-20s, they don’t care that much about being “cool” or being loved by everyone in a popularity contest. I and most of my friends are pretty chill with just being ourselves even if that means not everyone likes us - who cares? So Papyrus’ social-oriented attitude (and simultaneous little personal knowledge of what it’s like to date) could also psychologically suggest a younger age.

The last thing that always screams “Papyrus is YOUNG” is the fact that he does not seem to be making money. He might not even have a paid job - his haphazard, poorly-constructed sentry station is at odds with the other sentry stations. Most of the sentry stations are standard, constructed the same way, as we would expect from the position. A sentry with a real job would be equipped with the materials they need to do a job, not be building their own station. They’re sentries, not construction workers. Undyne training Papyrus to fight but also giving him cooking lessons is also a means for which Undyne can give Papyrus an occupation… if he can learn to cook, she hopes, he can pursue a career there. This means that this guy probably does not have much occupational experience, and, again, might not even have an actual job.

The point about him not really having a job, or at least not much job experience, is solidified with the brothers’ housing situation. Papyrus and Sans live together, but Sans is the one who pays house rent. Usually in two-adult roommate situations, you split the bill 50/50. You are both adults, you’re both capable of taking care of yourselves, you’re both capable of working and making money, ergo, you should both be paying your fair share of the rent. But that’s not what is happening with Papyrus, suggesting that he is or until recently has been a dependent to Sans. And since it’s likely Papyrus and Sans have been living in the Snowdin residency for several years (no boxes, moved-in feel, etc.), Papyrus likely has been partially raised by older, adult Sans.

So… let’s get to Sans.

Sans: Mid-30s (ex: 34)

I love myself an older Sans, and I have my reasons for it, too. I prefer an age gap between the Skelebros of about 11-14 years. At least give it a decade. I know that many people place the brothers’ ages closer together, but I feel as though it makes more sense for Sans to be quite a bit older.

I believe there is evidence suggesting Sans has advanced scientific knowledge and training. In the Genocide Route when he talks about how “our reports showed a massive anomaly in the time-space continuum.” That’s pretty large vocabulary comfortably stated, demonstrating a familiarity with scientific research. This type of scientific research, in fact, involves something almost along the lines of the Many-worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics. After all, according to Undertale, we are given discussion about multiple timelines existing (see Alphys’ comment about studying how multiple timelines exist); in fact, that’s the very thing that the SAVE function does. It allows Frisk to hop between different timelines, where new timelines are created based upon Frisk’s choices. Studying massive anomalies in the time-space continuum is looking at, basically, quantum physics. Oh, and there’s a quantum physics book in the Skelebro’s household. Let’s not forget that.

So if Sans has expert knowledge of quantum physics - and I think there is decent evidence that can suggest he does (I’m not going through all of it now) - then he likely had to be formally educated on the topic. We know that the Underground has at least one graduate school because Temmie wants to go to graduate school. Calling Alphys and Gaster “doctors” suggests they have PhDs in some scientific field. For Sans to be working on a research project about massive anomalies in the time-space continuum, it seems he should probably have an advanced degree in it. Sans could have a PhD.

This already puts Sans above the young 20s range. Most people get their undergraduate in four years and their PhD in minimally five. Nine or more years of schooling means that, at youngest, Sans would be in his late twenties by the time he got his graduate degree in physics. But we also know that Sans had a past where he worked with some official team, moved to Snowdin, became a sentry, and earned an impressive amount of income somewhere along the timeline, so we have to put several years into that at least. By the time we get to all of Sans’ suggested life events, he’s easily fallen into his thirties. Probably mid-thirties.

This also helps make sense about Sans paying all the rent. He has, at least for part of their lives, seemed to be raising Papyrus, given as Papyrus is almost - when Frisk meets him - a dependent. We don’t know how long Sans and Papyrus have lived in Snowdin, but even if it’s been a decent several years, that’s enough age gap for an older brother with a past scientific background to be able to care for a baby brother growing into adulthood.

I am very hardcore on the idea of a large age gap between the Skelebros.

Undyne: 23/24

Undyne’s online username, strongfish91, has also been used as evidence for her age. Again going with my 2015 date, that puts Undyne in her mid-20s, which I do think is in the ballpark given her temperament. Although this would make her young for being the Captain of the Royal Guard, she’s still an old enough age to make responsible decisions… while also being young enough to be emotional and impulsive, as we see her so be. We know that Undyne met Asgore as a child… so this means that she could easily have a decade of fighting experience beneath her, enough for her to be talented enough… and to climb the ranks… to her current position.

Undyne and Papyrus being close ages also makes sense given how well they get along. Although Undyne is older than Papyrus - old enough to have job experience, skills, her own home, and perhaps a little more responsibility - they’re not so far apart in age that they can’t get along splendidly.

Last, Undyne in her mid-20s makes decent sense from a romantic standpoint. A bachelorette in her mid-20s being interested in a relationship is the ballpark age for a dater in our current society. The fact that she seems to be crushing on Alphys might be something typical of younger individuals - usually her actions I’d pin to a teenager in this area - but I suppose I still do know people in their twenties who get flighty and cumbersome with a crush. This is especially true of individuals who don’t have as much romantic experience in the past, and I think that, given how awkward Undyne is about her crush on Alphys, that she isn’t very romantically experienced. It’s feasible for Undyne to be in this age range and acting as she does to Alphys… or, at least, it’s not too completely odd to imagine.

Alphys: 28-30 (prefer 29)

She is Doctor Alphys, which again suggests a PhD. This implies to me that Alphys is older than Undyne… Alphys would need the years to get that PhD, after all. She’s also suggested to be older than the youthful Bratty and Catty, who call her a “big sister.” 

At the same time, we get a sense that Alphys is still young and relatively inexperienced in some areas. For instance, her research in the True Lab demonstrates scary scientific methodology breaches that I would hope a more secure and level-headed scientist wouldn’t ever commit. Asgore took a long time to pick a Royal Scientist replacement, suggesting that Alphys wasn’t a well-known… so she could be an up-and-coming scientist, placing her only a few years out from her PhD at most. Her interests and online rants about Mew Mew Kissy Cutie are also something that might put her into a somewhat younger level. 

So late twenties for me is that good, ballpark range. She’s old enough to have received her doctorate, but not so old that she’s confident in her scientific research as the Royal Scientist. She’s old enough to be Bratty and Catty’s “big sister,” but not so old to sound “out of place” in youthful online conversations and rants. And having Alphys be five years or so older than Undyne is not a bad age gap for the couple.

Asgore and Toriel: ????????

Boss Monsters can live a long time based upon how they age. Some people have tried analyzing the armor and architecture the monsters have in their underground which could pinpoint what time period they were first trapped underground. But even those sorts of estimates don’t let us know how old Asgore and Toriel were at that time; for all we know, these two could have been living centuries before the war against humans, too. There’s no way to tell how old they are, and I have no strong headcanon inclinations about their ages.

I don’t like to make them too old, though. Thousand-year-old Asgore feels slightly odd to me personally, even though I admit it’s a possibility.

Asriel/Chara/Frisk: 9-11

I don’t have much experience with children, but I do feel as though Asriel, Chara, and Frisk are all on the young side. They have to be pretty young to be as small as they are. They’re not full-grown. And sometimes they seem not to think things through like older individuals would. For instance, Frisk being willing to kill monsters also might suggest that the kid is too young to fully understand what is happening. All this makes me feel very strongly the kids cannot be teenagers. 

But, at the same time, these three children have to be old enough to understand some pretty dark concepts. Asriel and Chara choose to sacrifice themselves for the war cause - that’s something that a six-year-old isn’t going to plan and do. Frisk seems to be the same age as Asriel, and Frisk also shows some understanding of some adult things like flirting… so, again, not six.

A compromise between Frisk’s potential inability to feel full regret at killing monsters and Frisk being able to comprehend there is a war going on might place the kid somewhere between nine and eleven. We miiiiiiiight want to inch to eleven… Chara seemed to hate humanity, a bitterness that usually comes up when you’re slightly older (as versus when you’re younger, where you might be grumpy or sad or upset). And killing yourself for monsters also seems much more like a slightly older kid than a nine year old thing to do. So… while I personally would like Frisk to be eight, I think it’s more logical to say it’s around eleven for these children.

We can also try to do height analyses, but that gets sketchy fairly quickly. Undertale height calculations have a lot of variables and widely divergent estimates.

Mettaton: Mid-20s

We have no idea how long ghosts can live. Mettaton’s personality suggests an adult - he’s rather seductive, after all - and while becoming a robot might throw a huge wrench into usual psychology patterns, he acts as though he is in the prime of his life. Mettaton and Napstablook also both seem to act young, and act as though they are about the same age as one another. So, I would say this ghost-inhabiting-a-robot is fairly young.

As far as how long Mettaton’s soul has been with the robot… it has to be several years. Mettaton has not only established a fanbase, but also has a huge corporation with many products, too. Usually I want to headcanon two years as a robot, but given as there are so many Mettaton products out there - and even an entire resort - maybe that means we have to bump the age a little up. Say, five years. That might slightly clash with my Alphys age estimate though, if you think about timeline, but it’s not impossible. You can work the numbers and make it… well… work.

[jmertss]

Sherlock presumes that deception is a beautiful, ugly thing in “The Lying Detective”

SHERLOCK: “THE LYING DETECTIVE” REVIEW

                                   *****SPOILERS FOLLOW*****

I had acknowledged in my review of "The Six Thatchers" that Mary's death could be good for Sherlock in the sense that Holmes and Watson's relationship could once again become the focal point. It's a shared character arc with a relevant history; one that we, as fans, have greatly appreciated since the moment they took on their first case together. Considering the separate instabilities of both gentlemen (Holmes and his drug problem, Watson and the loss of his beloved wife), it's only appropriate that the show hone in on their woes, and "The Lying Detective" does that with impeccable craftsmanship.  

There were many defining moments in "The Lying Detective" that convinced me of Sherlock's return to form, but those mean nothing without the episode's mesmerizing first thirty minutes. The way Sherlock mentally undresses the state of his latest client, “Faith”, and then quickly becomes keen of her suicidal disposition is wonderfully presented with the visual of his heroin usage hindering his thinking process. The casual stroll down the streets of London is book-ended with a pair of fantastic scenes where Sherlock continues to peel off more underlying factors in his client's life while she acknowledges his growing empathy for her. Sherlock visually deciphering the dimensions of her apartment in-between all that is a marvel for the eyes to behold, especially when considering the heightened presence his drugs have started to take. The twist at the conclusion of this act, with Mrs. Hudson apprehending Mr. Holmes and interrupting Watson's therapy session, brings every element the episode initially touches on together. From this point on, I was virtually at the edge of my seat in a way Sherlock hasn't demanded in quite some time.

For pretty much the entirety of this week's episode, everything seemed to just...click. Even if you took out the discovery that Faith the client was actually Sherlock's secret sister, Eurus, I'd still love the way she quietly encouraged Sherlock's explicit curiosities and suppositions. Seeing Sherlock both remain on the Mount Olympus of deductive reasoning and establish his genuine care for her well-being, even in his relatively unstable state, was remarkably effective. Ditto for Holmes's elaborate scheme revolved around Watson, which would have been pretty darn enthralling even without the exposition of Mary's "Miss Me?" DVD. His uncanny ability to both surmise Culverton Smith as a serial killer and manufacture a proud display of media-crazed contempt against him perfectly aligns with the fractured condition of his friendship to John.

The brilliance in this specific series of events was hiding in plain sight, but Sherlock makes it work in cohesive bliss by playing off of tired tropes. Toby Jones's gradual descent into revolting maliciousness makes it far too easy to bet on Smith's wicked turn against Sherlock at the end - yet that's the point all along. Holmes drags John up, down and around Culverton's hospital to milk every ounce of festering vile the foul-toothed gentlemen possesses, knowing that his immense wealth and social stature will retract all of the detective's hostile accusations. Watson is little more than a witness to the increasingly intense animosity between Holmes and Smith, yet that's exactly what Sherlock wants.

The drug-infused disposition coupled with the publicized baffling Sherlock generally experiences during this sequence is the perfect fuel for John's eventual lashing out, and the show gets there at the height of his anger. The residual effects of watching Culverton do stuff like proudly advocate a discussion about serial killers in front of innocent, young children still lingers with Watson. However, the moment where he punches his longtime partner in the face is produced from an exclusive outlet of emotions; this couldn't be more personal. Here, Watson truly realizes what it's like to be in a position to make a difference, and decides to act on that impulse. Mary is dead in part because he didn't do enough to protect her, but Sherlock - regardless of his efforts - shares some of that responsibility, yet here he stands wasting his genius and making a mockery of himself. For Sherlock, that feeling, that perception, is the expectation of weeks' worth of planning; for John, that's the reality. (Side note: Having re-watched this episode, it's really impressive how layered [and how much more enjoyable the second time around] Sherlock's plan is.)

Mary's overall involvement in all of this is very polarizing, but I can't help but be among the minority who are neither pleased nor bothered by her hallucinogenic appearance. I kinda see what Sherlock was after by giving Watson a voice in his head that he could see, but this is such an overused technique that it became frustrating to have at all. Personally, I don't think Mary was around long enough to be a convincing figure in this light, and I felt that both the therapy sessions and the reluctant team-up with Holmes carried enough emotional ties to Watson's pathos; there's not much else we could've possibly gotten from seeing him mentally wrestle with a ghost. This is a complaint that's pretty much cancelled out, however, by Watson's reveal that he merely cheated on Mary by simply texting the girl on the bus, and that he is prepared to be the man Mary "thought he was"; a gripping little instance that hits home thanks to Martin Freeman's touching delivery.  

That and Benedict Cumberbatch's predictably brilliant performance headline an extraordinary tabling of acting in "The Lying Detective" that elevates the rest of the episode's shifting plates. Sian Brooke faces no easy task as the secret Holmes sister, but she champions the role with a gravitating, deceptively commanding approach to the script. Whether she's parading around glaring vulnerabilities to Sherlock as Faith, or slowly taking over an innocent-turned-tense therapy session right before Watson's eyes, Brooke quickly leads us to determine that Eurus is quite the compelling individual.  The aforementioned Toby Jones comes off a bit stale at first, but once the script grants him more flexibility later on he absolutely takes off with the character's malevolence. We even got Una Stubbs stepping out of the Baker Street residence and into an Aston Martin(!), showing us a more refined side to Mrs. Hudson ("You're not my first smackhead, Sherlock Holmes!") and flaunting that endearing chemistry she's always shared with the main cast.

Few episodes in this entire series could top the highs displayed here, and part of that has to do with the excellent way it closes out. Sherlock and Watson's hug not only resurfaces their relationship back on solid ground, but gives it an added depth: by seeing the worst in each other, they've emerged more enlightened than they once were, and are more emotionally entangled. To snatch that away so suddenly with Eurus murdering Watson would be a stretch - even for a show of this caliber - but I love the volatility behind the cliffhanger. We have to question the note and the tiny living space in which it presided, as well as the former lover Eurus once had - all of which could factor in the season finale in a huge way. There's an open-endedness to those final seconds that should have many heads spinning, because if nothing else Eurus could be synonymous with far more variables than we could theorize.

Here are a few extra notes I'd like to cover before I conclude:

"And you know why they dropped you, dear? Because they know you."

The scene where Smallwood leaves her private number with Mycroft is obviously an invitation for something more than a few drinks, but I can't help but think that there's a deeper intention at play. I have terrible memory with secondary characters, and I haven't seen "His Last Vow" since the night it originally aired, so I have very little to tack on my suspicions - but surely this potential fling Smallwood is pursuing is for non-intimate reasons, right??

I'm still bothered by the severe lack of supervision over Sherlock on Myrcroft's part. At one point, he says that Sherlock going rogue is a legitimate security concern, yet his little brother is roaming the streets high off of heroin with a roommate who supplies him behind closed doors. I get that Sherlock purposefully used as a part of his grand scheme, but I would think big brother would be on top of keeping him clean above all else.

Mrs. Hudson reaches unforeseen levels of badassery this week, and it really doesn't stop with the car. The way she effortlessly figured out where Sherlock laid out his latest "unsolved problem" was just awesome, and she even had a chance to embarrass Mycroft ("He has no idea what an idiot you are!")

Watson now knows that Irene Adler is still alive, and the first thing he tells Sherlock to do is text her back. This was a proud moment for me, seeing as how John uses the tragedy of his own marriage to give his close friend solid insight. He wants what's best for Sherlock, and realizes that he may be missing out on the kind of special relationship he had just lost with Mary. If Sherlock could also have that, John would rather he did; stubbornly brushing it aside with occasional texts seems insulting to Watson.

The Verdict:

Sherlock came back in full form this week, placing its attention back on its central dynamic in a dark, riveting ninety minutes of expertly-written entertainment. The use of this week's latest bad guy lent to the growing conflict between Holmes and Watson in the best possible way, while the eventual resolve was met with a brilliant character reveal and a (potentially) devastating cliffhanger. "The Lying Detective" still consists of a few ill-advised decisions, but I can't remember the last time I watched Sherlock and was as immersed in what was currently unfolding and excited for what's to come afterward.

RATING: 9

+ Toby Jones as Culverton Smith

+ Sherlock's grand scheme to get Watson to his boiling point

+ Faith, and then that Eurus reveal!

+ Basically every scene with Mrs. Hudson

- While not a terrible idea, I wasn't the biggest fan of Ghost Mary

- Would like to see Mycroft watch over Sherlock more intently, drugs or no drugs